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March: the gardener
Mohammad was in his early 40’s and after being made redundant four years ago he took his passion for gardening to a new level and started his own business. Winter was tough going but spring and summer were hectic. He had a growing client base and often worked long hours from late March to September, spending the other five months doing odd jobs to keep the bills paid.
The winter had been milder than usual and March had seen little rainfall so Mohammad was excited to pick up business a little earlier than planned. The first month was intensive labour doing the first grass cut, tidying up fallen debris from winter winds and trimming overgrown bushes. Mrs Bain had called him earlier in the week as she had noticed buds appearing from her kitchen window and she so looked forward to sitting out in the warmer months with her friends.
Mohammad liked Mrs Bain. She was one of his more typical clients, an older lady, retired, kept herself busy socialising with friends, aware she couldn’t do quite as much as she used to but still very much full of life and enthusiasm. Mohammad was sure she had a gardener as much for someone to talk to and share about her grandchildren than because she really needed one. But she paid well, looked after him and appreciated her garden so much. She had plans and as usual she had a list of things she wanted to discuss at the start of a new season.
Mohammad called round to her large detached house at mid morning. As usual her porch was immaculate and her expensive electric scooter parked outside. When he first started working for her she had still been driving but last year she had reluctantly changed her car for an electric scooter. Mohammad always felt his dirty van felt out of place in her driveway but Mrs Bain was always pleased to see him. He’s spent the morning having a coffee while answering emails and doing some admin so it was nice to talk to a real person.
Inside he was welcomed and had a seat in the large dining room which looked out onto the large mature garden. Mrs Bain poured him a mug of coffee, exactly as he liked it and started on her ideas for seeds, a new greenhouse and the colours she hoped to see this year. Mohammad took notes in his cheap pad and costed some things up on his phone. An hour had passed and he had yet to even start on the garden. Finally he thanked Mrs Bain for her coffee and told her today would be the first cut and tidy up but that he would purchase some things for his next visit. Standing up Mohammad realised he needed a leak but he’d never used clients bathrooms and he’d not even started work. He was sure keeping busy would soon take his mind off it anyway.
For late March the weather was surprisingly warm and the grass not quite as damp as Mohammad had thought it would be. He started his petrol mower and pushed in neat rows aware of the fact his need to pee wasn’t going away as he had hoped. He tried to ignore it but after an hour of mowing it was becoming a bit distracting. As he pulled the mower back to the van and climbed inside to get the strummer and hedge trimmer Mohammad gave himself a quick squeeze. He was also sweating so he reached over to the front passenger seat and grabbed a bottle of juice, drinking half the bottle before leaving the van.
Back in the garden with the trimmer Mohammad was becoming more and more aware of his need to pee. He found himself swaying and moving from foot to foot a lot trying to keep his penis from staying in the one spot too long and relaxing. With his back to the house he rested the trimmer for a moment bending down to pull some weeds giving himself an opportunity to hold himself for 30 seconds. He’d been holding an hour and a half now and his need was fast increasing. He still had bushes to trim and a general tidy to complete and he knew the chances of managing these without having an accident were slim. He removed his hand from between his legs but immediately regretted it.
He had no choice but to knock Mrs Bain’s door and ask if he could use her bathroom. He was bursting to piss.
He laid the tools down and walked to the back porch hoping Mrs Bain was downstairs and able to let him in. The alternative didn’t bear thinking about as his penis tingled more and more for release. Embarrassed but spurred on by his desperation Mohammad approached the glass conservatory that housed Mrs Bain’s dining room where he had almost two hours ago had a coffee. That coffee plus one from home previously and the juice he had recently gulped too now slushed in his bladder desperate to escape. He tried desperately not to hold himself but he struggled to remain still bouncing from foot to foot and giggling his legs. He so needed a toilet.
Mohammad put his hands to his eyes and leaned into the glass after trying to slide the door and finding it locked. He could see Mrs Bain with her back to him on the phone. He hated disturbing her. He was really needing to go and the tingling was so intense he grabbed himself and moaned. He almost swore such was his urgency. He could feel urine pushing down his shaft as he grabbed it closed as much as he could, worried he was about to leak. Against his professional judgment and desire not to disturb his client he could not help but knock on the conservatory to get Mrs Bain’s attention. His body was about to let go and Mohammad was dancing, fidgeting and squirming very obviously as Mrs Bain turned and saw him. She smiled and held two fingers up indicating she would be with him in two minutes.
Mohammad was frantic. He leaned on the conservatory and crossed his legs but still the his penis throbbed with an urgent desire to piss. He marched on the spot. Despite the constant movement he felt a spurt escape. Two minutes seemed like forever as he openly pee danced like a little child. God did he need to piss. It was all he could do not to undo his fly and piss long and hard against his van. He wasn’t at all sure his bladder could hold much longer. He couldn’t recall needing this badly.
He knew Mrs Bain was watching as she finally ended her call, put the phone on its stand and picked up the keys to the door. By now Mohammad was bent forward with one hand squeezing himself shut through his work trousers trying not to piss himself.
As the door slid open Mrs Bain spoke first.
‘Sorry about the delay Mohammad. That was my son. I’m so incredibly excited to hear that my daughter is expecting again. Oh Mohammad I’m going to be a grand mother all over again. Isn’t that just wonderful news!’
Mohammad’s bladder and throbbing penis didn’t care for Mrs Bain’s exciting news as Mohammad undid his button and slid his hand inside to grab the tip of his quivering penis which had now decided that being inside must mean it was free to release. Another spurt escaped as Mohammad bend forward holding himself for all he was worth.
‘Oh that’s great news.’ He muttered trying to find the words to ask for the toilet whilst holding himself so tight whist still leaking.
‘I’m assuming you would like to use my toilet. It’s just next door. That’s if you can wait that long?’
Mohammad headed towards the bathroom head down back bend and both hands between his legs. He’d never been so embarrassed or needy in his life. Piss was slowly leaking out and his trousers had a wet patch. He couldn’t even close the door as the sight of a toilet was just too much and Mohammad stood there, less than a metre from the toilet and pissed himself so badly a huge puddle formed at his feet.
Hearing it all Mrs Bain shouted in
‘I had a feeling you couldn’t wait. What a shame.’ |
April: the tour guide
Amy was skint. Typical student skint with debts mounting that she’d need to earn mega money to pay off. Right now though she just wanted drinks with her friends, some new clothes, her phone to actually have money in it for a change and the ability to buy Kellogg’s cornflakes instead of Lidl’s own brand. But things were looking a bit brighter as she opened an email from the university computers and read that she had been successful in her recent job application. Studying history and a big fan of the city she had lived in all her life had clearly come in handy and she was excited to start as a seasonal tour guide on the cities double decker tour buses.
Amy had handed over all her necessary paperwork and bank details and received her ID badges and spent the previous day shadowing a more experienced colleague for four hours as they completed the bus route twice over with a short break in between. She was taught so many trade secrets like where they kept books about the city hidden under a seat in case you had a mental block, where the first aid kit was (thankfully Amy already held a current first aid certificate having volunteered in the past with St Andrews ambulance) and best of all where the entire speech could be found should you forget everything you needed to say. There was even a mobile phone with internet should any customer ask one of those awkward questions. Amy was prepared and confident and excited to start.
The first coach left at 9am and, as expected, was less than half full, mostly of obvious tourists from Japan and Australia who were foolishly dressed in shorts and cotton t-shirts despite the cooler British weather. The driver had been doing the tours for years and knew the route well. He had assured Amy he would keep her right should she need any help. Amy started her voice over eagerly pointing out places of interest from rivers, statues, Roman remains, Victoria buildings, and years places were build like hospitals and churches. She wasn’t sure how many were truly paying attention but she took it in her stride regardless. As they approached the first stop in a park in the city she confidently took the tea trolley down the aisle offering those downstairs teas and coffees and a complimentary small cake. Amy laughed to herself at the notion of anything being ‘complementary’ when people paid a chunk of money to come on the tour in the first place. She then went up the windy bus stairs and used the trolley upstairs to serve the tourists there too.
Her voice was dry and as instructed by her colleague yesterday at training she poured herself a cuppa and asked the driver if he wanted one while the tourists took photos and stretched their legs in the park. Mick, today’s driver, was chatty and keen and took a cuppa willingly. He introduced himself and commented that he hadn’t worked with young Amy before.
‘It’s my first day. Well second really. First alone though.’
‘Well, so far so good. You’ve got the right bubbly personality anyway and a great voice. I’d never have guessed you were a newbie.’
Amy took that as a compliment as she finished her tea and checked the time.
‘Should I get them back inside do you think?’
‘Yeah that’s ideal. I’m due to leave in seven minutes. Gives you time to count that you have them all eh!’
Amy smiled and headed out to round up her passengers. It was easier than she expected even though it was obvious that many spoke little English. After a quick count and rounding up the rubbish they set off again and the tour continued.
Before Amy knew it her first tour was over and she was back in the city centre.
‘Bye and thank you for travelling with official city tours today. We look forward to your return soon.’
Amy checked the bus, giving it a tidy up and clean as she went and refilling the kettle from the urn on board. The engine was off so the electricity was too but she plugged in the kettle ready for her next tour. She hadn’t heard Mick get off so she headed downstairs to check.
‘Do you just stay on for the next tour then Mick?’
‘Yip that I do. I find fighting through the crowds with this uniform on is useless. Too many questions about times, tickets, and what not. I just grab a drink and whatever in here and then I’m all ready to go. I head in for lunch but not between runs like. Not worth it I say. Unless you want to buy something or you need a pee but I can tell you with the amount of drivers and tour guides now you’d be lucky to use a bathroom and get back on time these days. If you ask me there’s far too many of us tour buses now. Never used to be like that you know. Been driving these things nearly 15 years young lass.’
Amy loved how friendly and outgoing Mick was. She felt reassured by his experience. She made another cup of tea then put her disposable cup in the bin and opened the doors for her second tour. This one was much busier with families, tourists and new students. There was a buzz about the bus now which Amy really enjoyed.
As before she continued her voice over and pointing out places of interest. Again they arrived at the park as before and again she took the tea trolley around both on the rear deck and the top deck. It was during this activity that a mum interrupted Amy and asked if she knew if the park had any facilities as her young son needed the toilet. Amy wasn’t sure so she asked Mick who shook his head and said how it always used to but cutbacks had meant the council had closed them a few years ago. The mum looked worried but Mick climbed out and took them to a secluded area where the young boy could discreetly relieve himself. Thinking about the boy made Amy realise she could actually use a visit to the ladies herself. She sat at the front of the bus opposite the driver drinking her third cup of tea that morning and decided when they returned to the city centre she would definitely find the ladies before the next tour.
Mick returned and Amy smiled at him and asked how he had known about the private area for the boy. ‘I take it it’s not uncommon for people to ask even on an hours tour then? I mean I hadn’t even thought about it to tell you the truth. It’s not that long an hour is it?’
‘That depends how bad you have to go lass. I’ll let you into a secret. I found that bit by myself once when I had tried going at the office but so many others were going too and there was no time before I had to leave again. I was bursting so when we stopped here I had to rush off and find somewhere before an accident happened. I can tell you if you see a driver leaving his bus here I bet that’ll be why. The office only has a couple of unisex loos and, as I said, there too many of us buses on the road now.’
Mick stopped chatting as he opened the bus doors and families boarded again. Amy went out to ensure everyone was back before signalling to Mick to drive off. All this talk of loos was making her a lot more aware of her bladder. Still it was only half an hour before they would be back. Amy crossed her legs as she continued to do her voice over and when she needed to stand she moved slightly from foot to foot. Working helped distract her.
By the time they were approaching the city again Amy’s need had increased. She had last went when she woke at 7am and it was now almost 11:15 and she’d had breakfast and three disposable cups of tea since then. Her knee was bouncing as she finished her talk and they pulled into the bus stop in the centre of town.
As Mick opened the door Amy did her final speech:
‘Bye and thank you for travelling with official city tours today. We look forward to your return soon.’
The final passenger left as Amy tried to remain composed and professional. Mick didn’t appear to be leaving the bus but Amy knew she really needed to.
After the final passenger had left Mick closed the door to avoid anyone boarding. Amy rushed down both aisles of the bus picking up any litter and generally tidying though her legs kept moving and her mind was very much focussed on getting to the toilet. She headed down the spiral stairs and up to the front where Mick was eating a sandwich and had a can of juice open.
‘Hey Mick I’m just going to nip into the office quick before the next run. I’ll be right back’
With his mouth full Mick opened the door reminding Amy they left again in ten minutes. She had to welcome everyone on board before that.
Amy pushed through the crowd ignoring the questions being thrown at her with a quick but polite dismissal:
‘I’ll be back in a few minutes to answer your questions. Thanks for booking with official city tours.’
Inside the office Amy did a quick scan for the bathrooms but just as Mick had indicated there only seemed to be two unisex toilets and there was a queue for both. Amy but her lip and headed to the one on her right. She didn’t have time for a queue really but she was bursting and the thought of another hours tour without relief was a disaster. She waited as patiently as she could with her legs crossed and her foot tapping. She couldn’t help but sigh at how slowly the queue was moving. Five minutes past and Amy was panicking. There were still two others in front of her but she really had to get back to her tour. She sighed but abandoned her wait and returned to her bus still as full and now annoyed and stressed too.
Mick had opened the doors already and the bus was looking incredibly full, just like her bladder. Amy was stressed and annoyed but tried not to show it. She resumed her position at the front and started her welcome speech. Mick smiled at her but Amy just bit down on her lip. Standing was so difficult and Amy found herself moving much more than was safe so when the bus suddenly moved from a red traffic light she fell slightly over. She brushed herself down but the slip had caused a tiny leak in her knickers and she could feel the warm dampness taunting her as she faught to remain in control. She opted to sit down to continue with her talk but with a microphone attached to her head piece she couldn’t sigh or moan at all like she wanted to. With the back of the seat hiding her from passengers she fidgeted as much as she needed to to prevent herself peeing herself.
She’d never been so glad to arrive at the park and she stressed, rather too enthusiastically, to everyone on board that now was the chance for EVERYONE to get off and stretch their legs and take photographs and that there would be teas and coffees available on their re-embarkment. As the last of the passengers got off Mick laughed.
‘You sounded keen to get that lot off miss. You ok?’
Amy couldn’t stand still now. In fact as discreetly as she could she was trying to hide the fact she was holding herself and almost crying.
‘Mick, it’s embarrassing but I’m desperate for the toilet just like that kid was on the last tour. You couldn’t show my your secret spot could you. I honestly don’t think I could hold until we get back to the city and besides I tried to go when we were just there and the queue was too long. There’s no way I can do that tea trolley like this.’
‘Course newbie. I’ve been in your state a fair few times now so I carry a bottle but you...well it’s not that easy is it. You’ll need to go quick mind we have a schedule to keep to.’
Mick winked at Amy in jest as he opened the doors and he headed off the bus with Amy desperately trailing behind him. With the passengers distracted looked around and reading signs and taking photos Mick ran and Amy followed around a little fence and behind an advertising board.
‘Go as far in as you can and I’ll keep guard.’
Amy could not get past Mick fast enough as adrenaline pumped through her and urine leaked out of her as she felt her knickers dampen.
She hitched her navy work skirt up as far as she could and pulled her nylon tights and knickers down as she bent down in a sitting position and tried to relax. She could hear so many voices and the thought of peeing out in the open seemed so...almost sexual...but eventually her body could hold no more and the damn finally burst..furiously and fast...and rather loudly too. Amy couldn’t believe how much she was releasing and apparently neither could Mick.
Once finished Amy tidied herself up and brushed her skirt down and headed back to the bus with Mick behind her.
All she could hear was his heart beating and his voice muttering ‘Dead God I can’t believe you held all that. Wow.’
Back on the bus Amy took the tea trolley down both aisles with relative ease and continued her tour as if she was a natural.
Back at the city centre, now with both Mick and Amy on a much needed lunch break Mick still seemed taken by what he had heard.
‘Geez kid I’ve never heard anyone go that much in my life. I’m gonna have to go some to beat that.’
Amy wasn’t sure what he meant but it seemed innocent enough and she was still on a high from her experience anyway so she wasn’t even that bothered if truth be known. |
May: the defence lawyer
Ian was glad it was Tuesday. Monday’s were overload day with new cases piling in by the dozen after drunken weekends and police referrals from drug addicts and people arrested for all sorts of offences. Wednesdays were his office days where he never knew what might happen but Tuesdays were his court days where he could do his stuff and put all his years of studying to good use.
Ian lived for grey areas. He could find loopholes in laws quickly and he had a reputation for getting the even most guilty client off lightly. ‘Mitigating circumstances’ had become his middle name. He believed behaviour was communication and that people needed help not punishment. He also liked to make money and more of it.
Ian knew the court like that back of his hand. He also knew many of the girls who arranged the court times like the back of his hand too. He knew parts of their body that others never saw and he used that to his advantage flirting and winking to make sure his court times always landed on Tuesdays and Thursdays. So far it seemed to work at a small cost of a little peck on the cheek or cheap chocolates now and again. No hardship as the girls were stunning, well two of them at least. Mabel was more rounded and plain but what she lacked in looks she made up it in efficiency. Ian knew how to work everyone and everything. People were a way to make money and not much more. Most just called him a charmer.
Ian arrived early with his Costa coffee in hand and sat in his Audi watching commuters coming and going from the bus and train depot across the road while the odd person walked their dog and curtains began opening in nearby windows. It was only 8am but Ian had planned this to get time to run through his notes again and dictate a few things into his phone in peace. He wasn’t hungry so coffee was fine and by 8:30 his cup was empty and he noticed Vince arrive to open the busy city court. He waved at Ian and Ian used that as a signal to stop his reading and pack away his notes. It was time for work and his adrenaline was already pumping.
Inside Ian headed upstairs to the barristers and professionals area. Nicknamed the lawyer’s laird’ Ian switched on the coffee machine and the router and his laptop and sat down in the comfortable lounge to log into the court system and see what order the cases were and who was against who professionally. More importantly he checked virtually into his office to pick up any last minute information. It wasn’t at all surprising to Ian to have a lot of additional new information that his opponent tried to raise at the last minute to throw his case. Today was no exception. As the emails arrived and he sipped his second coffee of the day more and more people started to arrive. Huddled voices, boiling kettle and rustling papers could just be heard over ringing phones, clicks of computer keys and loud hi’s. Ian zoned in and then quickly closed his computer as his phone rang to say his first client was downstairs.
As he passed the gents he thought about going in and even paused. He needed to go but not desperately yet and this morning’s client was very volatile. He’d been impressed he even turned up if truth be told. He wanted him to remain on the premises and stay sober so he rushed downstairs to the general waiting room and was pleased to see the young lad had at least tried to look smart and even brought his harassed mum with him. He signaled to the lad to come into the corridor and asked how he was. He hoped he would be fine to wait so he could head back to the loos before they were due in court in 15 minutes. One minute with his client proved this would never happen as he tried to keep the lad stable and strong.
Ten minutes later and Ian still hadn’t felt sure enough to be able to leave his client despite his mum being there. If anything the lad’s mum seemed to be making him more volatile not less! He was threatening to walk out, drink or even take drugs so Ian felt compelled to sit with him despite protests from his bladder. When the lad complained he was thirsty and said he was heading to the shop for ‘water’ Ian guided him instead to a vending machine and to keep the client at ease he bought him a bottle of water and one for himself too. Wearing a full suit in a warm court was sweltering. Both men drank around half their bottles before a buzz from the court room indicated it was their turn to be called.
Ian was rarely nervous but the combination of a young, drug addicted, alcohol dependent client who clearly had committed the crime and the fact he really needed the toilet were not making him confident. He sat with his legs tightly crossed trying to keep the boy from doing a runner. If only his mother could watch him even for a few minutes but how unprofessional it would be for them to be called through with no defence lawyer because he had ran to the bathrooms and missed his crucial time to be in court. There was no way Ian could risk his career no matter how much he had to pee. He clenched tight and tried to focus on the case at hand.
The call came and Ian took his young client’s hand and pulled him through to the intimidating and formal court. He had briefed his client on all the necessary protocol and thankfully the lad did exactly as taught, probably, Ian thought, through fear. Courts were very scary places even for trained lawyers.
The judge outlined the charges against his client and his client acknowledged the charges without agreeing or admitting guilt. Ian breathed a sigh of relief but he certainly couldn’t relax as the case hadn’t even started, and besides if he relaxed too much he was sure he would pee himself.
None of the witness statements shocked Ian in any way as he had read and reread them so many times. He had his questions ready but he was struggling to stay composed as he sat crossed legged with his knee bouncing. Everything seemed to be dragging in and he could not wait for this case to be over. He could not wait to get to a urinal. The judge wasn’t helping as he questioned the witnesses on some minor discrepancies. They were clearly nervous, as was Ian, as his bladder sent message after message begging him to find a bathroom. Finally it was Ian’s chance to stand and quiz the poor witnesses. Standing meant gravity working against him as all the coffee and water dropped inside his bladder and pushed against his sphincter for release. Ian tapped his foot subconsciously trying to keep his penis moving so it stopped it releasing. He was struggling to focus but thankfully his notes kept him from floundering too much.
He asked the first witness a question, deliberately worded to try and confuse. They simply repeated what they had said before. Ian tried again but still the witness stayed strong.
The prosecuting lawyer then had his say as he pleaded the case of his client outlining all of the physical, financial and emotional pain that Ian knew his client had committed. He wasn’t going to let his client plead guilty without outlining everything Ian had prepared though. He just wished the prosecutor would hurry up his speech as he was bursting for a piss now and struggling not to show it. Hidden slightly from the other party Ian couldn’t help but rub himself to try and halt the constant demands from his bladder for release. Everything within him was tense, when to make matters worse his client started crying and began blurting out ‘I did it. I did. I’m sorry.’
Ian knew this was his chance to get in quickly while the iron was hot. He’d actually wanted and planned all this to happen so he could outline how remorseful and sorrowful his client really was and how his awful neglect as a child had caused him to fall on hard times and in with the wrong crowd. How his client had a diagnosis of mental health problems that would be exasperated in prison and how a closely monitored community order would allow his client the time and space to get his life back together and get treatment for his mental health, which in the long term would actually make him less of a risk to society. The entire time Ian was outlining this he was struggling to stand still. He hated the fact his body was making him look so unprofessional but he knew if he stood perfectly still his bladder would win against him.
Without a jury it all rested in the judges decision and as the judge outlined and summed up the case Ian sat squirming in his seat as his client squirmed in an entirely different way. Ian absolutely longed to get to the gents, his balls ached with urgency yet he could absolutely not leave court until the judge released them. He had plenty to say and Ian struggled to work out which way the case was heading. All he could think about was the fact he could feel his expensive boxers getting damper. He’d never wanted a court case to end so badly in his life.
Finally the judge made his ruling and Ian held the end of his penis in anticipation. Would his client be released or would he be left to sort out a mess? His body was as tense as the case. Against all odds the judge ruled that while he accepted the remorse and guilt of Ian’s client he had to pass a sentence that reflected the gravity of the case in hand, yet he absolutely acknowledged that prison may in fact cause more harm than good especially if a shorter sentence was passed which would not allow the criminal time to receive the necessary treatment to prevent him reoffending. Ian was willing it to draw to a close as he pinched himself even tighter as a spurt leaked out. This was critical, both for him and his client.
‘I hereby sentence you to one year community sentence with the condition that you attend a centre for addiction, carry out 50 hours a week free services in your community each week and you are placed under a tag where you must not leave the house after 9pm for the next six months. Do you agree to abide by these conditions?’
Ian breathed a sigh of relief though he couldn’t relax for fear his bladder would burst. He nodded to his shocked client to agree and the hammer was dropped to signal court could be released.
Ian shook his clients hand but then stood awkwardly as the client’s mum came up tearfully to shake his hand too. Ian desperately needed out of court and to a toilet more urgently than he could ever remember. Right now his client had done well but he couldn’t stay to congratulate him or explain what would happen and he was never so thankfully for court staff who came to escort his client away to complete necessary forms.
He made polite excuses to his clients and pushed through the court as quickly as he could, not caring who he bumped into. With his bag in tow he raced up the old Victorian staircase and along the corridor towards the ‘lawyer’s laird’ and pushed his back against the door of the gents. Ian had never in his life been so delighted to see a free urinal as he dropped his bag, unzipped his suit trousers and pulled his pulsating member from his wet underwear. His penis head hardly saw the light of day before it exploded with warm foaming piss that shot out of Ian at speed. He stood with one arm resting on the tiled wall and his head held back as he sighed the biggest sigh of his life.
‘Fuck that was a close one mate!’ |
June: the optician
Marie was contented with her life so far. Married to a kind and hard working man and with a beautifulhealthy3 year old she felt so lucky. With both her and her husband working it wouldn’t be much longer before they could finally move to a better area before their daughter started school. Marie hated being away from her baby but the desire to give her everything she needed in life spurred her on. Besides she’d spent too many years studying to give up her career now. Working motherhood was definitely the way forward for her and she was grateful for family who supported her to do so.
Wednesday morning was nothing special as she woke at 6:45 and checked in on her daughter before having a quick shower and getting dressed. With Chelsea still sleeping she made herself a mug of tea whilst packing lunch for everyone then she slipped upstairs to wake her daughter while listening to her husband shaving next door. She helped her daughter wash and dress before brushing her hair and heading downstairs with her where her wonderful husband had already made juice and cereal for Chelsea and heated some porridge and made some tea for Marie. Not for the first time did Marie think how lucky she really was. A quick kiss from Dan and he left for his job nearby as a religious education teacher.
Marie loved her tea and drank it all though she wasn’t overly hungry so only had around half of her porridge before hearing the familiar voice of her mum and dad as they came to look after Chelsea to allow Marie to work. She kissed her daughter goodbye loving hearing her laughing as her granddad tickled her from behind. Work for Marie was only in the next town but she preferred to take the car as public transport wasn’t terribly reliable and it was a little too far to walk, especially on a damp morning like today. Twenty minutes later she was parking outside the opticians where she worked and hanging her coat up in the staff area ready to begin her working day.
Marie was popular and well loved by staff and the public alike. As a mum she was natural with children and had an equally gentle way with older people too. She was professional but welcoming and always smiling. Her warm bubbly nature meant many patients even requested her for their appointments and follow ups. Marie checked the computer to see that right from the start the day was looking busy but she recognised a few names and was eager to start. She thought she should have a quick loo break before starting as each eye test could last a while but as she made her way towards the one toilet for staff and customers alike she heard her name being called and turned around. The receptionist needed to ask her something so Marie walked back to the desk as the receptionist handed her the phone.
Before the call was even over Marie recognised Mr Barnes who had come for his 9am eye test. Forgetting all about her plans for a loo break she picked up Mr Barnes paperwork and lead him into her room. Mr Barnes was in his sixties and having recently had minor surgery for a cataract he was currently coming every three months for eye checks. He was chatty and nosy and always enquired about Marie and her life and Marie was always delighted to share any recent news of her daughter. As Marie carried out all the necessary checks laughing and joking with her regular client she started to remember that she needed to use the bathroom but nothing that couldn’t wait, especially as it was extremely unprofessional to leave during an eye assessment. She tried ignoring it as she noted all the details from the examination and advised Mr Barnes when he should next come and see her. As she led the gentleman from her room into the general area she decided that as soon as he left she would head to the toilet before she found herself stuck for another hour with a patient.
However things never worked out as Marie planned as once again the receptionist called her over saying that a local GP was on the phone asking to speak to her. With recent changes to the NHS guidance now meaning patients with any eye issues at all should be seen by an optician rather than a doctor it was common place for the opticians to receive regular calls from doctors. Marie had completed her practitioner training and was able to prescribe for minor ailments so she advised the GP to send the patient over and she would see her in an hours time. Finally putting the phone down Marie acknowledged her next patient but excused herself briefly to head to the rear of the shop to the toilet. Frustratingly she found it engaged so with no other bathroom in the shop Marie headed back for her next client, acutely aware it would be around an hour before she would be able to get a chance to pee again.
Professional and stoic Marie checked her list and called her next client, a young man in his early twenties who she had no recollection of seeing before. Gregory Baker seemed nervous and distracted as he followed Marie into her room. Marie asked all the basic questions sitting with her legs crossed completing the form with Gregory’s answers. She was right in that he hadn’t been to this opticians before but neither had he had an eye exam for some time and he was having some mild headaches and eye strain. He had also just moved to the area and he did a lot of close work as part of his job. Marie smiled as she once again thought about how much she enjoyed getting to know her clients and how much she enjoyed what she did. Just before she was about to start the examination her door knocked and the receptionist handed in a mug of tea for Marie apologising for interrupting her and quickly closing the door behind her. Marie apologised to Gregory, who smiled and seemed to relax much more.
Marie explained what would be happening next as she slid her chair across the room to the client and pressed a remote to turn the lights down. Grateful for some privacy with low lighting Marie bounced her knee and crossed her legs the opposite way feeling restricted by her suit dress and tights. She was forced to uncross her legs however in order to comfortably get close enough to shine her torch into Gregory’s eyes. It took a couple of minutes for her to successfully look close enough as she found herself fidgeting more than she wanted to. Turning the lights up a bit again Marie recorded her findings on her sheet and allowed time for Gregory’s eyes to readjust. Unexpected Gregory made a comment about her tea which threw Marie off her concentration for a second.
‘I wish my secretary would bring me tea like that. Impressed me that has.’
‘Oh. Yeah. Our Andrea is amazing. Every office needs an Andrea. I’m not parting with her though I’m afraid.’
Marie laughed but then immediately regretted it as she suddenly really wanted to leave and use the toilet. She sat upright and clenched her muscles but now that Gregory has made mention of her tea she felt socially obliged to drink some. She picked up the mug nervously but the smell and warmth seemed so tempting and she drank a few sips happily. She laid the mug on a nearby table and slid her chair back towards Gregory who incidentally smelt every bit as appealing as the tea. As Marie stood to fix the testing glasses to Gregory’s face she found herself shifting from foot to foot subconsciously as her bladder bounced around inside her. For the first time she could remember she was unsure if she could complete a full test without having to excuse herself. At least the lights would be off again in a second and Gregory would be focused on the board instead of her.
After explaining what would happen again to her client Marie turned the lights completely off and switched the back wall testing area on as she tried to find a comfortable position in her chair. She shifted about and rested one hand between her legs on her dress as she inserted the first two lenses into the test frame and asked her client if the green or red was brighter. Then she inserted another lens and asked again. Marie was finding it hard to remain composed as by now she had been working an hour an a half and it had been almost four hours since her last pee.
Finally she finished the colour test and as Gregory relaxed a bit more he commented not to let her tea get cold on account of him. Once again Marie felt she had to drink more despite a very steady need to pee already. She drank some more loving the fact her tea was now at exactly the right temperature and it tasted amazing. So amazing in fact that despite her full bladder she couldn’t resist picking the mug up again to finish it off.
With the lights still off and her clients eyes firmly fixed ahead Marie climbed off her seat and inserted different lenses into the test glasses and asked her client to read as far down the letter chart as he could. Sarah was recording her findings slightly bent forward with a leg waving behind her, grateful no-one could see her less than subtle pee dance. She changed lenses and asked her client to read again as once again Marie leaned forward into the table and kicked her legs behind her, her need to pee constantly increasing. With all her movement and dancing she accidentally dropped her pen and had to kneel down to pick it up.
‘You ok there? You sound harassed?’
‘Yeah sorry just dropped my pen. You are doing great. Let’s move on to the next bit. Just a minute while I change your lenses.’
Marie flustered about with lenses before a sudden spasm hit and she found herself having to place both hands on the table and march on the spot to prevent herself leaking. She was bursting for the toilet and she was in the middle of an eye examination. How unprofessional and difficult. She thought about excusing herself but she was biting her lip so much she couldn’t speak let alone excuse herself. She just hoped the urgency would ease in a minute. Thankfully it did though her vagina tingled continuously for relief. She had to breathe and think what it was she was even trying to do as all her mind could think about was getting to pee.
‘Gregory could you tell me do you see a small black dot? Is it above the green line or below it?’
She recorded the answer and changed the lenses again. This time she sat on the seat pushing her bottom as far back as she could and tightening every muscle she had to try and stay in control. Her need to pee was a huge distraction and all consuming but if she could just get the test over with she could run and release. She just had to get this done.
‘And again. Is the dot now above the line or below’
‘Below’
‘Thanks. And now with these lenses? Above or below?’
‘Above now’
Suddenly another spasm hit Marie and she held her breath and moaned as she once again had to stand and hold the table tightly and tighten every muscle she had. Despite her best efforts she felt a few drops escape and she could feel the warmth and wetness on her vaginal lips which served only to increase her need for urgent release.
In a dark room with only two people in it was impossible for Gregory not to hear and Marie wasn’t overly shocked when he asked if she was ok. Marie so wanted to admit her need but this was a new client, a new man to the neighbourhood even, and it looked like he would be needing glasses so she could hardly be so undignified and unprofessional to admit she was absolutely desperate for a pee during his first eye examination at the opticians.
‘Sorry I am just a bit flustered today. Too much on my mind. Good news is we are almost finished and you’ll be able to get on your way. I just have one more test to do which I need the light on for.’
Marie took one hand off the table and crossed her legs tightly as she removed the test glasses from her client. Before turning the lights on she pushed her hand as best she could against her crotch, though her smart fitted dress prevented it having much effect. Oh she had to go so badly it was all she could do to remain in the room! She just had one more part to go. She clenched her muscles as hard as possible and pressed to turn the lights back on, all the time remaining behind the clients seat to prevent him seeing her dancing about it desperation.
Marie handed Gregory a sheet with a paragraph written six times in font in steadily decreasing sizes and asked Gregory to read what he could and point to where he could no longer comfortably see the writing clearly. Marie’s urethra and heart were pounding so hard and fast she was convinced Gregory could hear their every beat. Despite trying so valiantly she just could not stand still as her body fought so urgently to be able to release her full bladder.
Gregory read fluently as Marie moaned quietly behind him. Finally Gregory paused but Marie was so intent on holding her bladder it took her a moment to notice. Gregory was staring right at her as he pointed to the point at which the letters in the page were no longer clear.
Marie was stuck deeply in her own world as her mind could simply not even think about anything else other than holding back her overfull bladder. Her shoes clicked franticly on the floor as she rested both hands on the table, leaned forward and danced in urgent desire to pee. Gregory looked on in absolute amazement knowing exactly what was happening before his eyes but unsure wether to comment or not. Since Marie still hadn’t commented either on the fact he had stopped reading nor on the fact the lights were up and he was clearly watching her every move he decided to say something quietly.
‘Are you ok there?’
Suddenly Marie realised where she was and she quietly and quickly apologised.
‘Sorry. Really sorry. I lost concentration for a moment. My mind was somewhere else. So where did you get to on the sheet?’
Marie hurried to the chair in front of Gregory who seemed to be very distracted and sweaty himself now. She fidgeted on the chair as Gregory handed her the sheet showing her where the words became blurry.
Marie could not sit still as she struggled to finish the test.
‘So the results show Gregory. The results show that. Sorry where was I? Yes your results show...ohhhh....mmmmm....ahhhhh....your results show that you would benefit from wearing glasses both for reading and distance. That leaves you with a choice...sorry I’m emmmm’
‘Are you sure you are...ok?’
‘Yes yes. I’m fine. Well actually I could do with a break. I emmmm...oh God I’m absolutely dying for the loo sorry. But yes you need glasses for both reading and distance and emmm....oh listen I need to just write your prescription then if you don’t mind I really must...oh ahhhh....I really must run to the bathroom. You do understand about the glasses don’t you. Just a minute and I’ll write this for you. I’m ever so sorry. This is really unprofessional but...oh goodness I’m absolutely bursting here. One minute and I’ll just do this...oh sorry I must look a sight it’s just....oh this is so embarrassing!
Marie held herself and wriggled in her seat so badly her seat was moving as the wheels responding to her fast and furious movements. She tried climbing out and leaning forward on the table as before as she marched like crazy in the spot trying to write out Gregory’s prescription for glasses. Gregory sat transfixed on the other chair mesmerised by Marie’s every move.
Suddenly Marie stopped marching and grabbed herself as she moaned and whispered so quietly only herself and Gregory could hear.
‘It’s coming out. I’m peeing myself. Oh no’
Marie slipped her high heeled shoes off kicking them towards Gregory as she pulled the sides of her dress up slightly as warm urine hissed out of her glistening like gold on her nylon tights as a pool of urine gathered inside the bottom of both Marie’s feet inside her tights. Gregory watched as her face reddened and her eyes watered with soft tears as more and more pee filled her tights and dripped from her gusset.
With her head bowed Marie whispered
‘I’m sorry’
‘Don’t be. That was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Let me help you get sorted. Please. I feel responsible as if I wasn’t here you would have been able to use the toilet. May I help?’
While Marie continued to hold her dress up Gregory took the top of her tights and slid them down her saturated legs and allowed Marie to use his back to balance as he carefully slid one foot and then the other out as warm pee puddled into the carpet beside them. Marie then let go of her dress, took the tights off of Gregory and binned them in the bin in the back corner of the room.
‘You ok?’
‘I am now. Oh boy I needed that.’
‘You clearly did.’
‘And that’s with you needing glasses too!’
‘Yes so you said. I guess I better get that prescription now.’ |
July: general assistant in a bike hire shop
It was Monday morning in the island’s only bike hire shop and Lewis hadn’t stopped since the shop opened. It was the height of the summer season on the small Scottish island and the weather was unusually beautiful. Every tourist seemed to want to cycle round the flat terrain and enjoy everything the island had to offer. It was by far the most popular way to get around for all ages and bus loads of people would turn up to hire bikes of all shapes and sizes. Large groups booked ahead but many would just walk in and hope a suitable bike was available. The shop was stocked from front to back with so many bikes that Lewis and his colleague had stopped bringing customers in and instead took the bikes out to the customers instead.
Lewis loved Scotland and especially it’s islands. He considered himself very blessed to have been born and raised on one and his name reflected his parents favourite is,and if all. In fact until two years ago Lewis had never lived on the mainland at all. He’d only reluctantly moved there to attend university for his chosen study of marine biology but he longed every summer to return to an island so his summer job was just perfect. Lewis would stay with friends on the island or stay in a bed and breakfast throughout summer before returning to his university halls of residence for term time.
Lewis was popular and well liked though rather private and reserved having been raised a strict Catholic. Religion wasn’t Lewis’s ‘thing’ but he remained deeply respectful and innately kind to everyone, always with that feeling there might be some saint watching him. He was the last to ever say he needed a break or complain always preferring to be unassuming and diligent to the end.
Lewis has just finished serving a young family ensuring the young children were safely fitted to rear seats on the adults bikes and straps adjusted for safety. He had no sooner watched them cycle off when a minibus of high school age children pulled up noisily and excitedly. Lewis and his colleague Shona had each teenager self measure their inside leg then come in turn and give the size to them as they both headed into the shop to find the most suitable bike. Being outside Lewis was sweating and as the final teenager rode off happily Shona passed Lewis a bottle of chilled water from the staff fridge.
‘We’ll get a headache if we don’t keep drinking in this heat. It’s going to be another scorcher apparently.’
Lewis was a man of few words but he sure was grateful for the water.
‘Cheers Shona.’
Over an hour passed and neither of the staff had had a minute to stop as customers flocked in from every direction to enquire about bikes. It was looking like it would be a record breaking day for the shop but Lewis and Shona were handling it professionally and efficiently.
Lewis had long since finished his bottle of water but as the sun reached its midday peak he took a moment to open the fridge and help himself to another. He should be due a lunch break soon but with just two staff on it would be busy and as a gentleman he very much felt Shona should get to go first. There wasn’t a lull in customers at all but eventually Shona met with Lewis as they both headed for a bike in the same area in the shop and she mentioned she could really go a break.
‘Go after you serve that customer. I don’t want you fainting on me from hunger. I’ll be fine. People can just wait an extra few minutes. It won’t hurt them. Besides it’s hardly our fault there’s only two of us is it?’
‘Thanks Lewis. You know I appreciate it.’
Lewis drank water and worked as he gave out bikes so quickly he was starting to wonder if they would have to close up for a while until others were returned and safety checked. He was shocked to see it was already 1pm and he had already been working almost 5 hours. He was fit and healthy so missing one meal would hardly hurt him and besides he’d had a bacon roll at his mates before coming to work so he’d had plenty calories and carbohydrates to last him until dinner. He hadn’t even noticed if he was hungry one bit, though he was beginning to need a quick break for the gents. He figured he’d just see to that if opportunity arose when Shona returned.
As the influx of customers very slightly eased Lewis checked the returns yard to find over twenty bikes had already been logged in and returned so he checked each one for damage and did quick safety check so he could restock the main shop. Meanwhile each time he heard the bell signifying the door had been opened he would return to the shop and fetch an appropriate bike for the next customer.
It wasn’t until he was halfway through his third bottle of water that he realised he required a visit to the gents a lot more than he had earlier. Steady urges came from his bladder to his urethra though outwardly Lewis showed no signs whatsoever. He didn’t ever admit such an embarrassing thing like needing the bathroom to customers or colleagues and rarely ever even excused himself with family. He mastered holding on and saw no reason why he couldn’t do so today, at least until he had a chance to go, whenever that might be.
As Lewis made his way back through to the shop as once again the bell rang he was glad to see Shona had returned from lunch at last. Unfortunately he also noticed that a large crowd had entered the shop and there was no way Shona could possibly deal with them all herself. Selflessly he went over to help as he helped customer after customer find the right size bike and pay for their hire. It was getting harder and harder to find bikes to fit as stock become lower and Shona asked if Lewis would go and check the yard to see if any more had been returned from previous hires. The island shop had quite an effective system in place where each bike had a bar code and customers could self scan the bike on their return and leave it safely in the back yard where staff would collect and check before returning it to the shop. The code matched each hirer’s debit or credit card details so if a bike wasn’t returned a deposit would automatically be taken from the person’s card. This system meant Lewis was pretty much alone in the yard except for any customers who might return their bikes.
Alone in the yard Lewis was getting frustrated and harassed. His bladder was preoccupying his mind as his penis tingled for release. He decided as soon as this batch of customers left he would quietly sneak to the bathroom or even take his break. He was overdue a break anyway and annoyed that the shop owner had knowingly put just two staff members on at a very busy peak period. Through gritted teeth he pushed another few bikes back to the shop having checked them over first. Shona was too busy to notice his annoyance and stressed demeanour as she briefly caught his attention only to ask if there were many more bikes still in the yard.
‘Yeah probably about 18-20 and more should be here soon. You’d think it would be getting quieter soon though.’
‘Hopefully. You couldn’t bring those ones in though Lewis could you? I’ll serve the rest here and then I’ll be able to find bikes quicker. Thanks.’
Lewis wasn’t about to create a fuss or argue but he really could do with that long over due break as he quickly gulped down the last of his third bottle of water before heading out into the hot yard. Out in the yard Lewis could feel his need intensifying quicker than he was comfortable with. Though he never showed any need to urinate in public in private he was moving around a lot and now and again instinctively queening himself through his work shorts. He longed to just whip out his penis and pee a long stream against a wall but as a customer could walk through the gate at any time he was far too embarrassed to even attempt it. But he had to go so badly as he straddled one bigger bike to test the brakes and steering before pushing it into the shop. He couldn’t help it push his crotch firmly against the saddle of the bike as the pressure helped keep his bladder at bay. He pushed two bikes in, then another two but by the time he returned for the next two it was all he could do but jig about as his desire to pee grew stronger. Facing away from the gate he squeezed himself tightly inwardly cursing the fact he so desperately wanted to piss but couldn’t. Once again he thought about tugging his throbbing member out and making a huge puddle on the ground of the yard. Just the very thought made him bend forward and have to grab himself again. He just couldn’t possibly get every bike back into the shop without having an accident.
He decided he’d have to swallow his pride, take the two bikes in that he had just checked and then go straight to the gents before his body couldn’t take it anymore. He stood the bikes against the wall and gave himself another squeeze just as he heard the gate open and a bunch of tired but happy customers come in with their hire bikes. Lewis wasn’t going to be caught holding himself like a child so he grabbed the bikes quickly and pushed them in through the back door of the shop and into the right places according to their size. He marched quickly over to the shop entrance where Shona was still serving customers and made a sharp turn towards the toilets. Just as he was metres from the door he heard a loud knock on the back door which startled him and he felt a few drops leak from his quivering penis. He thought about ignoring the knock and just rushing to the toilet but his sense of duty over rode and he headed back to the back door where he was met by the young family he had served as the shop opened.
‘Sorry we can’t get the scanner to work and we hoped you could help.’
Lewis was sweating, rewatching heavy and beyond frustrated. He just wanted a break now as it was after 2pm. He hadn’t had lunch but worst of all he was dying to piss and still hadn’t managed to go. He clenched his muscles tightly as he lifted the bikes up to scan the codes in. He couldn’t find the words to say anything as his entire concentration was on holding back the huge amount of urine in his bladder.
‘Oh that’s how you do it! Thanks for helping. We absolutely loved the bikes mate. Th kids have ad a great day. I’m sure we’ll be back soon. Thanks for everything.’
Lewis was frantic to urinate and getting angry at the young children who were now running around the yard like it was a playground while his whole body thrashed internally to be able to release a ton of wee.
‘Don’t touch those bikes! They are not toys!’
It was so out of character for Lewis to shout, especially at customers but he just needed into the shop and into the to toilet so badly and the damn kids were preventing him doing so. Lewis walked over to the gate and held it open hoping the family would leave. He was sure his throbbing penis and slight hard on from extreme desperation must have been obvious but all he could think about was getting them out so he could run to a urinal. He held his breath as they finally left but as Lewis shut the gate he could feel urine rush down the length of his shaft causing it to grow. and stiffen and without any thought, through the most extreme need to piss, he undid his fly, fished out his dick and let a few squirts burst out onto the ground. It too all his will power to stop but fear of being caught caused him to tuck his bursting penis back into his boxers and shorts and he zipped up quickly.
He wanted to grab another couple of bikes but he knew he just had to get inside to the toilet so badly now before his whole body gave up the fight. He couldn’t remember ever having to go so badly in his life. Lewis lushes the door open and walked briskly through the shop towards the toilets only to be met by Shona coming quickly towards him.
‘Lewis! So glad you’ve come in. I’m so so sorry I’ve only just remembered you haven’t had a break yet! Where you just coming to say? Goodness you should have said earlier. You must be starving! Go take it now. I’ll be fine on my own for a bit. Lewis? Lewis? Are you ok?’
Lewis could hardly contain himself. He was proud, professional and dignified but his body couldn’t hold back as Shona stood in front of him delaying him from the one and only thing he wanted to do so badly. He’d been thoroughly bursting to piss for hours now and letting out a few spurts had just broken the seal and he stood in front of his colleague squirming as another spurt shot out making his boxers wet and making an obvious wet patch on his shorts.
Lewis bowed his head, unzipped his fly, and with just Shona and himself in the shop he sprinted to the toilet with his erect penis gripped tightly outside his clothes as urine dripped from the tip as he made his way towards the gents. Shona watched in wonder as her colleague revealed his most private body part to her as she realised he had been pissing himself in desperation as she spoke to him.
She couldn’t help but feel wet herself at the thought of how long Lewis must have been holding and how desperate he must have been. She only wished she could have the pleasure of seeing his release, in more ways than one. |
August: the female police officer
Daisy had a lot to prove.
The oldest of five girls she wanted to prove to her sisters that despite the fact they were raised alone by their mum that they could still achieve. She wanted to prove to her son that in today’s society woman could actually be the main bread winner. She wanted to prove to her male counterparts that she was worthy of not only her current role but of future promotions too. She had ambition and her gender wasn’t going to hold her back. But mostly she wanted to prove to herself that she could better her life. Born to a gardening lover mum who named all five of her girls after flowers (Daisy, Heather, Ivy, Rose and Lilly) and who spent more time in her garden that she did with her children leaving Daisy to do far more for her siblings than she wanted to, Daisy wanted to prove she was worthy in every way. She’s never known her dad though she had met her sister’s dads, some who she’d wished she’d never met and others who seemed pretty decent, but all of whom had since left again.
Daisy had been rubbish at school as her mum saw little merit to studying and was happier with Daisy home to look after her siblings. Craving love and attention she had sex with the first boy who asked and within months found herself pregnant with her son. Having a baby changed Daisy and she set about reestablishing her life and setting goals. Here she was six years later with her son in school and finally living her dream of being a police officer. She’d hired an au pair from abroad to make sure her son was cared for when he wasn’t with his dad and made up for it when she was home by spending her every other moments with her son.
Determination and resilience defined her.
Daisy was just returning from a few days off work which she had timed for her son’s time off school. However much she loved her son she was glad to be back at work dressed in her full uniform of black smart trousers, white blouse, black and white checkered tie and her protective waistcoat and steel capped shoes. Currently posted to road traffic in the middle of British summer she wasn’t expecting a quiet day in any way. Recent days had consisted of speed checks, roadside checks and motorway surveillance and she had leant the benefits of having plenty of water to stay hydrated in hot weather and remembering to wear sun cream even when inside a car.
Having been off she had no idea of her rota so she signed in and checked the staff rota to see she had been scheduled for a prearranged speed check in a notorious stretch of road but curiously her name had been scored out. Daisy made herself a glass of juice and went looked for her boss finishing her glass of juice as she went.
‘Hey Nick, so am I going with Pete to Crossgate or what? What’s going on?’
‘Oh Daisy! Great to have you back by the way. Tell you what it was, Ikman called in sick this morning so I really need you to head out with George. You’re off for a cruise today Daisy. You’re escorting a wide load to London and back. You take over from South crew in half an hour as they’ve been escorting from Carlisle to here. George has all the details but I’d head out to the yard if I was you ASAP as you’ve a long day ahead. Listen Daisy make sure you two look out for each other. You drive one way and he’ll drive back. Tell him I said so. And remember to drink! It’s a roaster today.’
Daisy headed right back to the kitchen and rinsed her glass before picking up four bottles of water and her packed lunch and heading to the yard. Sure enough George was waiting, looking less than impressed at being with Daisy. George was an older man, traditional in every way, stubborn, well built but dedicated to his family and his favourite football team. Not much of a conversationalist Daisy knew today’s shift would be long and boring but also quite different and far less dangerous than many of the duties she did regularly.
‘Hi George. So what car are we taking? Nick said to say I’ve to drive one way and you the other. You got the keys or do you want me to get them?’
‘You implying I’m not organised woman? It’s me waiting for you not the other way round. Now you do know we need to head now don’t you? You can read the time? I’d much rather I was driving but since Nick wants you to I’ll direct shall I? I don’t expect you have a clue where we are going!’
‘Cool that’s fine.’
George wasn’t expecting Daisy to back down so quickly but he had plenty time left to make his feelings known so he tossed the keys to Daisy and they both got in the car. Daisy adjusted her seat and mirrors and asked professionally if it was the services on the M2 nearby or the ones further away after the motorways merged. George seemed a little less full of bravado now it as just the two of them in the car and he replied simply with ‘M2’ and Daisy started the police car and drove there efficiently.
They couldn’t miss the wide load as it sat idling in the lorry park surrounded by two police cars. It looked like the large roof of some sort of building and both George and Daisy got out to have a walk around and check all was secured safely. The driver of the lorry turned off his engine and jumped down.
‘Just going to have a 15 minute break. Can someone watch the truck?’
Daisy was more than willing to help, determined to prove her worth as always.
George was chatting to his colleagues before they all left Daisy and headed into the services for a bit. Daisy sat in the car sipping water and opened her lunch to have a healthy snack bar. She was excited to get going and glad to see that just ten minutes later the driver was back following by George and the others. A quick wave and duty started. Daisy had her lights on to make sure other drivers were aware of the vehicle in front as she followed behind the load out of the service station and onto the motorway.
George, as expected, wasn’t the best of company but the journey was going fine and Daisy was comfortable and happy for the first couple of hours until she began feeling a little discomfort and tingling signalling her bladder was getting full. Another hour or so until the destination should be ok as she ignored her growing feelings and concentrated on driving.
Half an hour to the location and Daisy was looking forward to stretching her legs and finding a ladies. The lorry indicated to leave the motorway and headed through a town and Daisy followed. George had radioed ahead and arranged for a local vehicle to pick up and now as they approached the first roundabout off the motorway they could see flashing lights waiting to do the front run allowing them to remain at the back.
Twenty minutes later and they were in the middle of a building site where the lorry pulled in ready to have it’s wide load removed. It appeared to Daisy that it was a site full of self build houses but unfortunately there was no obvious toilets so she reluctantly parked up and got out, as did George.
The lorry parked up and the driver dismounted and thanked Daisy and George for their escort before waving to the local car which immediately drove off. Daisy had a good look around for a place to find a toilet but all there was were incomplete houses at various stages of development and nothing else. She decided to just get back into the car, this time in the passenger seat and wait for George who was chatting a bit to the lorry driver.
As George got back into the car, adjusting the seat and mirrors he noticed Daisy had opened her lunch and some water and he followed suit.
‘I’ll set off as soon as we have finished if that’s ok. The wife has a night out tonight and I said I’d watch the kids. I’d like back before 5. Least we won’t need limited to 60 this time. You did ok by the way.’
Daisy wasn’t used to compliments from George so she smiled and nodded. She really wanted to request they pulled into services so she could pee but decided she would ask later on the journey and not annoy George when he was finally being pleasant for once. He seemed pretty decent and she knew all about wanting to be home for family as she really wanted home to her own son too. Plus the journey back ought to be quicker than the three hours down at least.
They both finished their lunch with the car doors open due to the heat and Daisy finished her water easily. Within twenty minutes they were back on the road and heading home. This time without lights on but at least driving a little faster. It always amazed Daisy how few other drivers overtook a police car on the road even without lights on.
Twenty minutes into the drive and Daisy was growing increasingly uncomfortable. She crossed her legs as best she could with a seat belt on and made light chat about making good time and that the next services were around 10 miles away.
‘What did you reckon about maybe stopping for a quick break George?’
Daisy didn’t want to mention why. She didn’t want to appear weak in front of her colleague or indicate that anything was wrong. She hadn’t seen George use a bathroom though perhaps he had right at the start when he went into the services but that was over three hours ago. Surely he would benefit from a bathroom break too? She certainly wasn’t going to suggest it unless he did but she did want to hint that pulling in would be a good idea.
‘That’s just ten minutes away. I think the next ones might be better, if we stop at all that is. As I said I’m keen to get back today. Keep the wife sweet and all that.’
‘Yes of course’
Daisy sat upright and tightened her muscles determined to wait out as long as needed. She was a police officer and had to set an example plus it was t the first time she had had to hold a full bladder for quite some time on a shift.
The mikes to the services counted down but George sped past the turn off at 70 miles per hour as Daisy sighed inwardly. She shuffled in her seat more and crossed her legs as nonchalantly as possible. As a sign for the next services she tried another hint.
‘I don’t know about you but I could so go a cup of coffee.’
‘Sound great. Just an. Hour and forty minutes and we’ll be at the station now. Might just get one in before we clock off at this rate.’
‘We’re making good time. Well you are I mean. A break for a cuppa might be nice.’
‘I’d rather keep going if you don’t mind. The misses gets cranky if I’m late and I owe her. I promised her I’d have the kids tonight plus there’s a game on tonight. I’ sure you can have a cuppa at the station. There’s water in the footwell if your thirsty.’
Thirst wasn’t really Daisy’s problem but o embarrassed to admit otherwise she opened a bottle and had a few sips to play along. Her bladder was hard now and pushing for release and it was getting harder and harder to sit still. Daisy had been beefing a bathroom for approximately two hours now and it was getting to the point she would have to say. Her uniform belt was digging into her bladder as she moved her hands to the top of her thighs and leaned forward.
They oases a sign saying 7 miles to the next services. Daisy tried another tactic.
‘Do you reckon we should refill the petrol before getting back? We’ve done a ton of miles today.’
‘Nah. She’s sitting at half a tank. More than enough to get us back.’
Daisy mind was racing, her heart pounding, her bladder aching, her urethra hammering against her cotton underpants sending waves of desperation across her full body. Maybe she should just swallow her pride and admit her issue.
‘George I could really do with stretching my legs. I can feel them cramping up. do you think you would be good enough to pull into the seizes a minute?’
‘What about pulling your seat back? You’re not that tall so you could stretch your legs out that way to help with the cramp?’
Daisy pulled her chair back as far as t could go and stretched her legs out. She bounced her ankles with her uniform black steel toe cap shoes on the floor if he car more and more desperate for a ladies. It was now after 3pm and she hadn’t been near a bathroom since she had woken that morning.
Another sign with just three miles to the services, though George was driving fast and now in the outer most lane. Daisy swallowed her pride and decided it was now or never.
‘It’s been a long hit day and I’ve had a lo to drink. I could do with a trip to the ladies. Could we maybe pull in at these services please? I’ll be super quick.’
‘You’re as bad as the wife. What are you woman like! Have you never heard of holding it in?’
Daisy was red faced and embarrassed but she’d asked now so she had nothing left to lose. Besides her hand was every so close to holding herself as she leaned forward, clenched her muscles and rocked as subtly as possible. Wriggling and sweating she muttered under her breath.
‘Actually I’ve been needing to go since about an hour before we reached the new build housing area. I looked for a ladies there but there wasn’t one. I needed right through lunch then for the last two hours while you have been driving. I only asked now because I’m absolutely bursting now and I can’t get comfortable. I’m really desperate George. Seriously.’
To her surprise George seemed to soften and indicated to pull over one lane then another continuing to head for the up and coming services. Having admitted her need now Daisy squirmed more and pulled her legs up towards herself. She could feel little leaks in her knickers but so far she was managing somehow to Ho,d back the huge damn inside herself.
George pulled in and parked up before turning toward Daisy in amazement.
‘Have you seriously been bursting THAT long Daisy? I had no idea.’
‘Yes. Yes I have. I’ll be back in five minutes.’
George watched in awe as Daisy gave herself a squeeze between the legs in the car and moaned yet once out of the car she oozed calm and professionalism and walked calmly into the services and out of sight.
Alone in the car George found himself very aroused. He’d seen a side to Daisy that impressed him greatly. Fir all his years in the service he’d never seen another officer conceal such an urgent personal need in the way Daisy had without ever admitting it. She’d proved herself in his eyes and he’d never see her the same way again.
George pushed his election down as best he could as he watched Daisy return and get back in the car.
‘God I thought I’d never stop peeing there! I can’t remember the last time I had to go that bad. I remember once needing it for ages doing a speed trap for hours, then there was the time I was in a long interview and bursting to go, and another time on duty at a big racing event. This job makes it hard to go when you need to doesn’t it.’
George was more erect than ever as he tried to continue driving. The next hour went quickly as he shared time after time in his 21 years in the job when he’d had to piss badly but couldn’t go. Each story he shared backed by a similar experience of Daisy’s and each story making him more and more aroused.
As they pulled into the station George found it was him having to excuse himself rather urgently as he needed a rather urgent release in private in more than one way.
‘No problem George. I’m gasping for a cuppa anyway. See you later in the week.’ |
September: the train driver
Max had been driving trains for a number of years. He’d worked up the ladder from entry level in the train company and was satisfied with where he was. His wife liked the money and he was sure she quite enjoyed him being away for days at a time too as he drove the virgin east coast mainline and would work one day, stay overnight in London, back home the next and do this for six days before having two off. His wife still worked full time and his only daughter had moved out to university. Max was in his early fifties though work, fatherhood and an active lifestyle kept him fit and healthy.
He’d just had two days off, his weekend, though it rarely ever actually landed at the weekend, and he’d enjoyed seeing mates at the pub, having a meal out with the wife and even having a swim at the private gym. Still he wasn’t too bothered about returning to work, though he was aware of some planned engineering works on his line.
Max left the house early and by 7:30am he was in the bothy in one of the cities many stations having a coffee and skimming though the newspaper before his train was cleaned and checked and he could do his own driver checks before allowing the passengers to get on. Even so early midweek the station was mobbed and Max did a quick check on the staff computer to see that his train was fully booked, over booked in fact, and it looked like a lot of passengers would be standing for the long journey. Schools had returned, universities were recommencing and it was prime commuter time of the year. Max never had understood why network rail chose early autumn to undertake large scale engineering projects but it happened every year. Sure enough his train was showing delays though Max was pleased to see the actual route wasn’t changed. He may just have to reduce his speed at places and wait at some signals that otherwise were always green.
Max finished his coffee, picked up his backpack and made his way to platform 2 were he was waved on by station staff. He sat his bag down in the driver’s cabin and walked down the train doing all his usual checks. He sighed to see that one of the two onboard toilets had the customary sign saying ‘out of order’ and he wondered when Virgin would be replacing their rolling stock. ‘They’ll be rolling these things to the scrap heap before they ever replace them!’ He said to himself as he checked the little bins had been emptied and the train was as clean as possible with all the right reserved seat tickets on each seat. As he walked through the carriage divide he said a cheery hi to the buffet staff and he was amazed to find the second toilet, at the end of a long six carriage intercity long distance train appeared to be working. ‘And they wonder why the seats get covered in piss...’ he muttered as he walked the full length back to the driver’s cabin.
With ten minutes before doors opened Max fished out a bottle of still juice from his backpack and drank some. It wasn’t always possible, at leat at the start of the run, to get a chance to eat or drink so he’d learnt to take every opportunity he could. He did a quick check of the driver’s cabin before opening his window and giving a signal to station staff that all was good for passengers to get on board. As he did he could hear the loud announcement being made that the 8:10 Edinburgh Haymarket to London Euston was at platform 2 and not to board unless you had a ticket. Max had some more to drink and searched for a biscuit to fuel his energy before starting his journey. He recalled how not that long ago there would have been two drivers for safety but cost cutting some years ago has meant there was only one. It made for an intensive five and a half hour journey.
The train was incredibly busy but Max pulled out the station exactly on time, as he prided himself on doing day in and day out. The first couple of hours passed quickly on his own as he pulled into the first station. As doors clattered open and passengers disembarked and came on board Max heard the familiar sound of more station announcements. As he checked down the length of the train to make sure every door was closed and to see the flag from station staff indicating he was safe to pull out Max couldn’t help but see the station toilets, making him realise he actually could do with having a pee. However facing forwards and paying attention to complicated points as he crossed lines with a slight tilt he reasoned it was probably all just his imagination.
As the journey settled into an ease Max attempted to use the on board announcements but found that this, like a good few other items, was broken and useless. He put it down and startled as the door opened and the ticket inspector walked in.
‘Hi Jackie. How’s things?’
‘It’s manic Max. Honestly I have no idea what’s the deal today but I can hardly walk down the train it’s that bad. There’s a queue at the buffet and an even bigger queue at the back for the one toilet. I’m actually hoping that eases in a bit as I could go a pee myself. Anyway, how you doing mate? How’s the wife?’
‘All good here. Quiet few days off there but heading to Dundee next week to see the daughter. Crazy that’s her second year at uni already! Bit fed up with this old rolling stock mind you...so much for that ‘investment’ they keep promising eh!’
‘Shhh. Best not talk about that. I read the latest plans are to have these things driverless. Outrageous isn’t it!’
‘Geez.’
‘Right I’m away to see if I can use that loo yet. Talk soon.’
All the talk of toilets reminded Max that it wasn’t his imagination after all. As the line steadied forward at a standard pace Max checked the automatic settings and dug in his bag for a sandwich and a drink. He hadn’t eaten for hours and his stomach was reminding him of that fact. The familiar buzz of green signals meant he had his hands free to eat and drink before they reached the next station in the midlands, almost two thirds of the way. By the time the next station was close Max had finished his juice from earlier and eaten a sandwich from home. He was looking forward to a hot meal tonight in the hotel. He was also looking forward to using the gents but he had quite a wait yet as there was still just over two hours until London. Max did this journey so often and pretty much always arrived bursting so he wasn’t particularly worried.
Except he had forgotten those damn engineering works!
Soon after leaving the midlands overhead signs and amber signals alerted Max to the fact today’s journey would be a bit longer than others. Jackie must have realised too as once again she popped in, though Max was concentrating more so had to talk without facial contact. Even so he could tell she was stressed and flustered.
‘I’d forgotten about these stupid engineering works! Like I don’t have enough troubles today!’
‘What’s up Jackie? You ok?’
‘Well there’s some guy shouting at me that someone is on his booked seat, there’s a baby in the third carriage won’t stop crying meaning the whole carriage is screaming at me, the buffet haven’t enough food and to top it all I’m bursting for a wee and the toilet always has a stupid long queue!’
Without taking his eyes off the track Max sighed.
‘I take it you sorted the seat thing? Not much we can do about the baby. The buffet is just too many passengers and if the toilet this end wasn’t out of order then that would have helped with your bladder situation. Will you be ok?’
With his speed reduced Max glanced at Jackie in her black work skirt, nylon tights, silk blouse and Virgin tie as she paced about from foot to foot. He felt a little jealous he couldn’t do the same as his penis tingled with his own need but he couldn’t help but feel a little excited to see a young female doing a cute pee dance too. Mostly though he felt sorry for his colleague as she’d mentioned over half an hour ago that she had to go and her need had clearly been steadily increasing.
‘I’ll not last til London anyway. I’m going to see if I can head back down but could you just look ahead a minute so I can compose myself before I go. It’s so embarrassing being like this.’
‘Of course. Do what you need to do. Don’t mind me.’
Max didn’t look but the rustling of nylon and the clicking of shoes on the floor made him sure that Jackie was having a good squeeze between her legs and a good dance about. Her soft moans combined with the knowledge she was bursting aroused him greatly but thankfully Jackie was too preoccupied to see. At least being fairly erect was a good distraction from his own growing need. He still could really do with a good piss but other more sexual thoughts were wizzing in his mind too. He refocused on driving the train and head the door click loudly as gravity sprung it closed behind Jackie. His mind went into overdrive thinking of his colleague very desperate for a toilet and not only having to push through six very busy carriages but then most likely wait it a queue too. She looked and sounded very bursting and Max started thinking of thoughts he really shouldn’t have. He gave himself a little rub but that made things worse so he tried to clear his mind and think more about driving.
It was over twenty minutes later, still half an hour before the next station, before Jackie returned. Max was desperate to ask her if she had made it but he was also rather preoccupied with his own bladder as he shifted around in the seat struggling to get comfortable. They should have been arriving in Euston in around an hour but with reduced speed on the track they had gained another half hour and Max felt the passengers really ought to know. He tried getting the internal speaker to work again just as Jackie walked through the door.
‘I was just thinking we should really inform he passengers Max. I’ve been asked loads already what time we are expected in London. Oh when I passed the buffet they handed me a couple of coffees since we are so busy today. I brought you one. Hope that’s ok?’
‘Cheers Jackie. I was just thinking I could go a coffee. You any idea if this is fixable? I need to get back to the driving.’
Jackie picked up the speaker and hammered her hand on the table right next to it as the button suddenly lit up and she laughed. As Max turned to ask if she would do the announcement he was sure he could see a wet patch on the back of her skirt, or maybe it was just a shadow?
‘You want me to be the bearer of bad news for our lovely passengers?’
‘If you don’t mind’
Truth be known Max was glad that Jackie wasn’t facing him as he stood up and moved from foot to foot as he sipped his coffee. He hoped he could wait until London but he was struggling. At least it looked like the speed restrictions were ending soon. Max gave himself a brief rub and tried sitting down again as they approached another station, the last before the terminus. Clattering of doors, station announcements and loud voices and footsteps hid the noise of Max’s soft moans as he leaned it the window checking the length of the train whilst squeezing his penis. If on,y there was time to jump out and use a bathroom but there definitely wasn’t as the whistle sounded and the flag flew indicating for Max to move out again. With a green signal and time to make up Max gained speed quickly on the straight track longing to get to London and use a bathroom. He’d forgotten all about Jackie being there until she said ‘wish me luck for my last round of tickets. I hope it’s eased a bit out there!’
‘Not long now’ was all Max could muster, as much as a promise to himself than to his colleague.
Max was struggling. He had rather foolishly finished the coffee Jackie had brought him and on top of everything else it had pushed his bladder near its limit. He loosened the belt on his trousers a notch and squeezed his penis again as it tingled constantly. He stood up and marched on the spot. He leaned forwards, all the while still driving the train. He sat on the edge of the seat. He bounced and squirmed around. But nothing much helped and all he wanted to do was use a toilet which he knew was on the train but he couldn’t leave the rivers cabin to use it. He cursed his employer for cutbacks to one driver and for their assumption that a five and a half hour shift with no break was acceptable. He was pacing from foot to foot and squeezing himself with just twenty minutes until arrival when he heard a voice from behind him.
‘Goodness Max. You ok’
‘Emmm. Oh. It’s embarrassing.’
‘Can you wait until Euston do you think?’
‘I’m bursting!’
Max sat on the seat gripping his penis in one hand as he drove the train with the other over various sets of points as the train grew nearer the station but with still fifteen minutes until arrival and then the passengers would need to leave before he could. He rocked and moaned absolutely desperate and so close to pissing himself, tears forming in his eyes.
‘You must be so full. You must feel like you are about to burst. It’s terrible that you can’t go at all your full shift. I bet you must have been holding it for ages.’
Max tried to focus on driving but his entire body only wanted one thing.
‘I fucking need to piss so badly Jackie. Oh my God I’m not gonna make it!’
‘Just concentrate on driving and ignore me Max’
Jackie pulled Max’s seat back as Max held his penis in a death grip as he squirmed desperately and moaned. Meanwhile Jackie took the lid off the coffee cup, knelt down in her black skirt and nylon flesh tights and silk blouse under Max as she held the polystyrene cup as close to Max’s crotch as she could leaning in from behind him.
‘Oh. Mmmm. I’m leaking. Come to the front quickly!’
Jackie crawled between Max’s legs and turned, looking face on to his crotch as a small wet patch appeared at the end of where his fingers were grabbing.
‘Keep driving Max. You’ll be fine. Trust me.’
Jackie unclipped Max’s belt, undid his fly and reached her hand in all within 30 seconds then held the cup up and firmly but gently places Max’ pulsing penis into the cup as urine splashed out fast.
‘You just drive Max. But stop when I say ok.’
‘I can’t stop the train yet Jackie!’
‘Not the train silly! Your piss! Now stop! You’re at the top already! Max stop!’
‘Fuck! That hasn’t even touched it. I’m still absolutely bursting!’
‘I know but look. Just five more minutes and you can stop driving then we get the others off and you can get to a toilet. If it’s any consolation I didn’t fully make it either. I’m not sure all the passengers did either!’
Jackie placed the coffee cup on the floor while she tucked Max’s member back into his wet underwear though she could feel how badly he still had to go. Max grabbed his dick tightly.
‘I have to piss. I have to piss so much. I’ve been holding hours and I could piss for England.’
Max pulled on the brakes as the train approached the buffer end, still with his belt undone and fly open. He looked out the window to the platform crew to show it was safe for the doors to open, still with one hand tightly holding his dick, still absolutely dying for the gents.
Jackie stood up, straightened her uniform and pushed the lid on the coffee cup. Max zipped up and did his belt up loosely still dancing franticly.
‘Jackie thanks. God I need to piss still but that helped. Sorry I acted like an idiot. Oh hurry up before I piss myself people!’
‘Honestly you are fine. I wasn’t any better earlier was I! Now let’s get out of here before you flood the place.’
‘I’m not waiting any longer!’
Max grabbed his backpack and opened the driver’s door as he ran as fast as he could to the main central area and into the gents where he dashed to the first available urinal and leaned against the wall pissing contentedly for well over a minute as his mind replayed the hottest, sexiest shift he’d ever encountered and probably ever would. |
October: the mortgage advisor
Nadia, like most people, had aspects of her job she wasn’t keen on. Overall though she enjoyed it and had a sense of satisfaction helping people secure loans in order to buy property. It was cut throat and sometimes stressful when she felt clients ought to easily find a mortgage only to find lenders didn’t share her enthusiasm and she was the one left to break the news to people she had spent hours asking very personal financial questions. That was one of the parts she didn’t like, plus the fact despite being independent and able to offer a wider and better range of products, so many potential customers were fooled into taking what they thought was the easy option using their own personal banks or attempting it all online themselves. The latter was proving more and more popular and becoming a thorn in Nadia’s flesh. How she wished she could convince people that not everything on the internet was valid or real.
However, at least she had a couple of clients to meet with today, one through her friend who was an estate agent locally and one who had contacted her directly via the company website. Every lead was valuable and precious with political uneasiness surrounding Brexit and Nadia had noticed a big decline in confidence in the market leading to less people applying for mortgages. Her company kept reassuring her but Nadia remained anxious.
Nadia dressed to impress in her smart brown trousers which accentuated her darker skin and mustard blouse. She tied her long black hair back in a pleat that came over her shoulders at one side and rested across her breast and down her front, spent a while doing her make up and then added extra touches with gold hooped earrings and a bunch of bracelets. She finished her tea, wiped the lipstick from her mug and placed it in the sink then headed to the office before meeting her first clients.
Morgan’s financial services was based in the city centre on the fourteenth floor of a modern office block. Nadia swiped into the building, took the lift to the 14th floor and entered Morgan’s where she walked to her desk in the open plan office and opened her laptop. She wasn’t the only mortgage adviser the company had but she had been there the longest. While her laptop booted up she walked over to the kitchen area and turned on the kettle. The start of every day was a team meeting and Nadia needed tea to help her through it.
45 minutes later, her cup empty and the meeting over, Nadia rinsed her cup, picked up her laptop quickly and headed out to meet her clients. She was behind in her targets, everyone in the company was, and lenders were pulling products quicker than she’d ever known. The market was unstable and volatile but Nadia needed paid so it was up to her to get this client signed and a product found for them. There was a lot at stake.
Nadia set her sat nav and arrived right on time. A youngish couple renting a small flat had been browsing properties and found one they really wanted. Nadia was either going to make or break their dream and before she’d even began their assessment she could sense their excitement. They were in love with the house they had been to view and they wanted to put an offer in right away. Nadia could sense their naivety and over eagerness and tried to calm them to find out if they really had the ability to afford their dream.
One thing people often didn’t realise was how long a full mortgage assessment lasted. Nadia sensed this was the case here as Martin and Hayley produced recent wage slips and bank statements and seemed to think this was all that Nadia needed. Twenty minutes into the visit and they seemed quiet, subdued and bored. As Nadia asked question after question to Martin going right through his full employment history since leaving school Hayley left the room, coming back with a plate of biscuits and a tray with mugs, milk, sugar and a kettle of boiled water.Social etiquette persuaded Nadia to accept another tea, though her bladder was already feeling the effects of her two previous mugs. She sipped at her tea while continuing her questions. Martin seemed flustered at a few points, unsure of dates or exact reasons why he changed employers. Nadia wrote on a pad a list of things for him to find out including sourcing official paperwork going back the last ten years, but especially the last five.
Now it was Hayley’s turn and Nadia crossed her legs before beginning her financial assessment as her bladder signalled it would prefer relief to more talking. Hayley was even more disorganised than Martin, struggling to even recall the year she finished school never mind her full employment history. She had some wage slips, but not all, and when it came to expenses she had no idea how much she spent a week on things like food, entertainment or travel.
Half an hour later and Nadia had finished her third mug of tea and she was feeling increasingly uncomfortable not only with her very full bladder but at the thought of trying to find a match lender for her current clients. Now she had the hardest and most awkward part of her assessment and it seemed very inappropriate to ask to use the clients bathroom as the atmosphere was now a little cold and uncertain. Nadia could tell she had burst a huge bubble and that both Martin and Hayley were beginning to understand that their dream may be about to crash. However she wanted to give them hope.
‘I’m sorry to sound intrusive but unfortunately these questions need asked as part of your financial assessment so please bear with me. Can I ask, firstly, how long have you been together as a couple?’
Hayley and Martin looked at each other and smiled before Hayley said enthusiastically, ‘three years this coming weekend!’
‘Thanks. And again sorry to have to ask this but do you see yourselves still being together in five years?’
Martin slipped his arm around Hayley’s. ‘Absolutely’ he replied confidently.
Unfortunately Nadia knew this may not be enough for a lender in the current climate so she had to keep on asking more, despite the fact her bladder was objecting.
‘Do you have separate bank accounts or a joint account?’
Hayley answered without hesitation. ‘We each have our own account and we would rather it stayed that way. Is it mandatory to have a joint account then?’
‘No. Not necessarily, especially currently, though it just means I need to send a lot more bank statements to prove both accounts are in credit, both managed well and that you have what it takes to not just pay the mortgage repayments but meet all your other financial commitments too.’
Nadia made a list on a pad of everything the couple needed to find, produce or get copies off. It was much longer than the couple anticipated but she wanted to leave giving them hope. She wanted to leave full stop actually as she longed to get back to the office to use the ladies. Nadia shuffled in the arm chair as she finalised some things on her laptop.
‘So provisionally, adding legal fees, financial fees, insurance and the cost of moving into the initial price of this property you would be looking at a basic mortgage of around £149 thousand. Taking into account your 20% deposit and assuming a full 25 year mortgage at a fixed rate you would provisionally be looking at repayments of around the £640 a month mark. How does that sound?’
Hayley and Martin looked at each other again and Martin kissed Hayley on the cheek affectionately.
‘That sounds very do-able. It’s less than we pay for here! That’s incredible.’
Nadia could sense their excitement again. Her own body sensed it too somehow as she found herself having to tighten her muscles and straighten her back as her personal areas tingled with her need to pee. She really needed to wind down her visit and head back to the office.
‘So what happens now is that I will provisionally start looking at lenders but meanwhile you both need to look out all this information for me. I must stress that at this point nothing is guaranteed but if you are able to supply all the necessary paperwork and lenders are satisfied at my assessment you could be able to put a bid in on the property you want as early as next week. However, the market is very unsettled at present and it’s harder than ever to secure lending so please bare with me and I’ll call you back at the start of next week. Any questions you can call me or email and I will get back to you as soon as I can. If you could fax the paperwork to my office or attach via email then the sooner the better. Are you ok about that?’
Nadia handed the couple her business card as she closed over her laptop, thanked them for their hospitality and headed towards the door. The flat was small and Nadia bit her lip as she saw the bathroom door ajar, wishing she had the courage to ask to use it but finding herself heading towards the main door as professionally as she could.
Once in the privacy of her car Nadia moaned and bounced around more desperate than ever. Uncertainty filled her mind as she tried to think which lender might possibly lend to first time buyers with a less than perfect employment history. It wasn’t the only thing she was uncertain about either as she clenched her kegal muscles tight to fight against the constant pounding of her urethra. As she fastened her seat belt she mentally thought about the route back to the city trying to think if she had noticed any petrol stations or supermarkets that had public toilets. She really needed to find one very soon.
She hadn’t even pulled out of the car park when her mobile rang. Nadia pulled back into a parking space, sighing loudly as she clicked answer on her car screen. It was a well known lender who she couldn’t afford to miss so reluctantly she listened as he spoke about another client and what they could offer. Nadia was really keen to drive off and find a toilet but as the lender fees made up a chunk of her income she could ill afford to cut the call off. She placed a hand between her legs and trued to give the call all her attention despite her body screaming to release the contents of her bladder.
By the time the call ended Nadia was so desperate she could barely think! She moaned and voiced her need despite being alone.
‘Oh my God I so need to pee right now. This is a nightmare!’
She wriggled and tensed all she could behind the restraints of the steering wheel as she decided to head back to the office as quick as she could. She figured looking for a supermarket or garage would just delay her even more and every second mattered. She turned her engine back on and drove towards the city. Lunchtime traffic meant more vehicles and Nadia wriggled and squirmed in her car, moaning and holding herself at every hold up. She could barely recall having to go this badly, though she’d had to pee many times at clients houses but never quite this bad. Tiny droplets were right at the very edge of her urethra as it battered and throbbed against her pants relentlessly begging for release.
‘Oh dear Allah do I have to pee! This is so urgent!’
Nadia was never so pleased to see her office building in the distance though the thought of finally reaching the toilets almost caused her to burst as she drove. She was frantic, sweating, squirming, bouncing and shouting at traffic to move so she didn’t pee herself.
Thankfully she made it to the car park and after turning her engine off she wedged both hands into the crotch of her smart trousers and rocked to gain a little control. She still had to get to the 14th floor and to the ladies! She grabbed her laptop bag and handbag and climbed out the car, her legs constantly moving and bending to contain the huge flood in her bladder. Nadia ran as fast as she could to the door as she stood there pacing frantically from foot to foot kicking her legs behind her and bouncing while rummaging in her hand bag for her entry card. Sweat poured from her forehead smudging her make up as Nadia bit her lip hard and bent forward finally gaining access to the building.
She hobbled over to the lifts pressing the up arrow whilst continually moving from foot to foot and bouncing on her heels. She could barely believe how desperate she was as all the tea from earlier sloshed inside her. She moaned softly as her heels clicked on the tiled floor rhythmically. She was so consumed with her own struggle she never noticed her colleague Mustaq run over and join her as the lift doors opened. Nadia rushed bending a knee with a leg behind her and pushing one foot against the back of the lift. Mustaq seemed unusually quiet and distracted as Nadia felt her face redden with embarrassment as she pressed for level 14.
‘Busy morning?’ She said trying to act like everything was normal despite being less than a minute away from pissing herself.
‘Too busy! Not even had a minute to piss!’
‘Me neither! Morning tea gone right through me too. Wish this lift would hurry up!’
‘Me too!’
Nadia could no longer hide the fact she was close to wetting as she danced around in the lift with one hand clutched between her legs, though she noticed Mustaq had one hand very tightly on a similar area.
‘Sorry about this. Im absolutely bursting!’
‘Me too! Been bursting the whole drive here. Never been so glad to see this lift all my life!’
‘Nearly there. Oh goodness hurry up. I’m dribbling!’
Mustaq bent forward and moaned. ‘Me too!’
As the doors opened on level 14 Nadia searched for her pin card. ‘Ohhhhh. I so need the toilet!’
Mustaq hobbled out with Nadia right behind. Mustaq swiped his card into the door and pushed it open as they both entered the large open plan office and headed straight for the bathrooms. Everyone could see them as they both tried to act as professional and normal whilst urgently making their way to the ladies and gents in the far corner. Nadia’s face was red, her body sweating and her muscles barely controlling the contents of her bladder. Mustaq’s pace suddenly increased to a sprint as Nadia assumed his body was not for waiting a second longer. The walk from the office entrance to the toilets had never seemed so long in her life! She dropped her laptop case and sprinted behind her colleague as her knickers dampened with drops of urine her body could no longer contain. She knew she was being watched but she had no choice now as the closer she got to the ladies the more her body pleaded to pee.
As Mustaq disappeared into the gents still holding himself Nadia pushed open the ladies door with her bottom as her hand stayed tightly between her legs. She pushed open a cubicle door in the same manner before tugging at her trousers and wet pants and pulling them down as a dribble shot out from her aching urethra and splashed into the toilet. As warm pee continued to flow Nadia relaxed and sat down allowing her body to release everything it needed. Finally it stopped only seconds later to resume again as another huge torrent flowed out steadily.
Nadia sighed with relief. She’d just made it by the skin of her teeth though she couldn’t help but be aroused thinking of her colleague in the gents next door wondering if his underwear was every bit as damp as hers. Wiping herself dry she wasn’t overly surprised to feel a whole lot of slippery mucus on the paper as well as dribbles of urine.
There were a few parts of her job she wasn’t fond of but holding her bladder for long periods wasn’t always one of them. Seeing a fellow colleague in the same state was an added bonus. |
November: The amazon packer
Ollie lived with his dad who was becoming increasingly annoyed at Ollie’s lack of employment. It wasn’t that Ollie didn’t want to work he just hated interviews and got so nervous he always seemed to fail them. He was sick of being skint and as he wandered along the High Street in a Manchester suburb he found himself standing looking in at an employment agency window. With just seven weeks to Christmas Ollie really needed money so he pushed the door open and took a deep breath.
‘Hi, how can I help you?’
‘I’m looking for a job.’
‘Well you’ve come to the right place. Are you currently available for work?’
‘Yeah’
‘Do you drive?’
‘Nope. But my dad does if that helps?’
‘Ok. Do you have any experience or qualifications?’
Ollie shrugged his shoulders. ‘Not really. It’s fine I’ll look in the job centre. Thanks anyway.’
‘Hold on! Are you serious about working? We do have vacancies if you want to hear more?’
‘I guess so. So do you just add me to your books or what?’
‘Well how about you sit down and I’ll tell you more. Have you got twenty minutes?’
‘Yeah I guess so.’
Half an hour later Ollie left having joined the agency and been told about a full time job in the city. He had to come back with his passport, birth certificate and a recent bill alongside any qualifications he had and they said he could start as soon as next week. Ollie was sceptical but when his dad had yet another shouting match at him that night he looked out the paperwork and returned to the agency the following day.
That Sunday afternoon the agency called to say Ollie could start the following morning. He should bring his ID, wear jogging trousers and short sleeve t-shirt and bring water or a flask of tea or coffee. He was to present at the Amazon fulfilment centre near the airport at 8:30am sharp.
Ollie’s dad was in shock but immensely proud and left Ollie money for a taxi to the centre since he himself had work to go to. Ollie packed a small backpack with snacks, his ID, and plenty to drink and called his taxi at exactly 7:50am. He was standing outside the fulfilment centre five minutes early in the pouring rain with his hood up and jacket zipped up. He was welcomed in as Ollie stood open mouthed at the sheer vastness of the centre and all that he could see and hear. It was loud, fast paced, massive and confusing but exciting and amazing too.
Ollie loved his first shift and within a week settled into the long hours and physical work, returning to his dad’s hungry and exhausted every night. All was going well until Ollie’s team leader was replaced by Jeanette who shouted and pushed her team non stop to beat the targets of other teams, presumably so she could gain extra bonuses. Ollie was new, scared and worried about losing the first job he’d ever really had. He was determined to do all he could to please. He kept a constant eye on the computer screens as he packed box after box of orders balancing speed with efficiency in an attempt to keep his job. After three hours his body and brain were beginning to tire when his computer flashed to say it was his break time and he knew it would restart in exactly half an hours time so he had to be ready to begin again then. Every late order cost the company and ultimately him so there was too much to lose.
Ollie walked briskly to the cafeteria where he was annoyed to see a queue. Today he had a choice between an Indian style curry or a tomato pasta dish. Ollie opted for the curry and a can of juice and he sat down and ate it without chatting to anyone, partly because he hadn’t been there long enough to know anyone and partly because he hardly had time to socialise when he needed back at his station so soon. He emptied the can of juice with his curry and bought a bottle of water which he half drank too before heading back to his work station. He walked past the toilets but never gave them a second thought. He didn’t need to go and he couldn’t risk Jeanette realising if he was late.
He arrived back at his station with one minute to spare and started checking orders and sealing boxes like a machine. The overhead screen showed his average time and Ollie motivated himself by watching it get a fraction of a second quicker all the time. An hour or so later and his back was beginning to ache having been on shift more than five hours. He also needed the loo but he’d never had to ask to go before and had no idea how that worked when the computer continued to show orders one after the other relentlessly. If he went he would miss vital targets and risk his pay so he would just need to wait until his screen flashed to alert him to his next break time.
Ollie tried distracting himself with packing and for a while this helped. Continuously standing was taking its toll now as Ollie’s legs moved about and his attention wavered briefly.
‘Oliver Reagan your target times are dropping. Pay attention!’
Ollie stood up straight and got back to packing though the shock of being shouted at made him need to wee even more. Amazon orders poured in in the pre Christmas rush and leaving, even just for a few minutes, wasn’t possible. Ollie tried ignoring his bladder and pushed himself back to work. Twenty minutes later he was still restless and his stats were slipping again when Jeanette walked over beside him. Despite being right next to him her voice still boomed in his ear.
‘Oliver Reagan, your targets are slipping back again. Did you bring a bottle of water with you today?’
‘Yes miss’
‘Give me your locker key and number and I will go get some for you. You are clearly tiring and water will boost your performance. Now where’s your keys?’
As he peered inside yet another box Oliver put his hand inside his jogger’s pocket and handed his supervisor his locker key, though he knew water wasn’t what he wanted. He hesitated a second thinking of asking for a quick toilet break but before the words were out his mouth Jeanette was shouting again.
‘Eyes on the job Oliver! No need to stop working. You’ll get water in one minute. Now eyes on those boxes. Your targets are slipping again. Get on with it now!’
Ollie knew he had lost his chance but the boxes were backing up and he needed to check them quickly before the whole warehouse machinery melted over his inability to complete his job quickly enough. He crossed his legs briefly and got back to work.
Just three boxes later and Jeanette was back, her shoes clattering off the tiles loudly even above the nose of the conveyer belts.
‘Oliver drink this while I cover you for one minute. Hydration makes the brain faster and will focus you better. Now finish this then take over from me. Quickly.’
Ollie was handed his half full bottle of water. He wasn’t overly thirsty, in fact his body had surplus water it wanted to release already but he did as he was told and gulped down the remains of the bottle as quickly as he could whilst his team leader checked several boxes of orders to be delivered. Ollie was impressed with how quickly Jeanette checked and confirmed each order and he wanted to show he had the same work ethic and ability. He wasn’t going to be shown up by someone of the opposite sex at work even if he did need the loo rather a lot.
Ollie stepped forward handing the empty bottle to Jeanette as she checked the next box and clicked for it to move on. Jeanette watched as he continued to check four more watching his speed on the computer.
‘That’s much better! Keep that up! I’ve been telling senior management that one of our biggest issues is employees not drinking enough and you have just proved it. Now keep that up!’
Ollie focused on the never ending stream of boxes checking them and pressing correct time after time. He had no time to think about his bladder even if it was fighting for his attention.
Ollie wasn’t even aware how much he was moving until he felt himself getting warmer. He wasn’t sure how long he had been working but suddenly he had a very strong urge to pee that wasn’t going away no matter how much he tried to ignore it. He was bursting and had been for quite some time but the conveyer belt just kept on moving. He rubbed himself briefly to prevent himself pissing and did something he had never had the courage to do before: he pressed the assistance required button. Jeanette wasn’t impressed as she marched over shouting his name.
‘Oliver Reagan what is wrong now?’
‘Could I be excused for a quick bathroom break please?’
‘Absolutely not! This isn’t school and we can’t just leave our stations to wander to the bathrooms whenever we get bored! Now stop wasting time and get these boxes sorted. They are backing up again! And your times are getting slower.’
As she walked away Ollie reddened with embarrassment. He only hoped his computer would flash with a break soon. He was really needing to piss but there just wasn’t a chance to go.
Ollie tried packing more but finding goods was proving harder as he struggled with spasm after spasm from his bladder. He couldn’t help but hold his member for longer and longer periods as he wrestled with an urgent desire to use the toilets.
After just 8 minutes Ollie was angry and frustrated. He could hardly do his job now as he danced and wriggled and squirmed trying to hold back such a strong need to urinate. He knew what the answer might be but he had no other option but to press his assistance required button again. Once again Jeanette matched over, this time even more angry than before.
‘I’m really sorry. I can’t wait. Please can I run to the gents? It’s urgent!’
This time Jeanette wasn’t in the mood to argue. She simply replied with a loud and sharp ‘no!’ then walked away.
Ollie wanted to cry. He couldn’t recall ever having to go so badly. He was bouncing on his feet and openly cupping himself pinching, squeezing and rubbing as he could feel his penis throb and ache with desire to release. He didn’t know how he could hang on much longer let alone work.
He wasn’t sure what to do but with four boxes now banging together in the belt waiting to be packed and checked he tried to find the right products and place them in the boxes as fast as he could. He didn’t want to lose his job but equally he ached to piss on a level he hadn’t experienced ever before. He was past caring who could see him.
But he had been denied going twice and he had no choice but to hold.
As he read another list of items and located the first one Ollie walked the few steps to the conveyer belt to place it in the box when his bladder sent its strongest signal yet and warm pee seeped out of his member and down his crotch and legs. Ollie muttered to himself ‘gotta hold. Gotta keep holding’ but despite clutching himself as tight as he could it was all in vain as urine continued to pour down his legs and form a warm steaming puddle on the floor. Ollie froze as his pee refused to stop as his body gave in after a prolonged fight, the sense of relief etched right across Ollie’s face.
He wasn’t about to buzz again so with soaking wet trousers and a puddle at his feet Ollie worked on until his computer flashed with his next break where he walked to the gents for paper towels and cleaned up the puddle of pee before anyone saw.
Unfortunately his trousers were obviously pee soaked and there wasn’t anything he could do about that. That would take a hell of a lot of explaining to his dad when he was picked up in 90 minutes time. |
December: the translator
Lynne showed her ID and was patted down by security as he bag was X-rayed as if she was at some major airport instead of the political EU conference where she was one of the key translators at this years summit. Quiet, unassuming and highly professional Lynne had proven her worth both as a person and a translator. Years of studying and a lot of luck on her side had helped her secure a major contract at this years EU summit in Brussels where she was just about to start her second day.
Lynne had found her throat drying quickly the previous day so she had requested more water today. The room was warm, especially enclosed in her private booth alongside the other translators as each booth translated each speech into another language enabling every attendee to understand. It was hard work but such a privilege to be part of a a huge career boost.
Lynne entered her booth and placed her earphones on to check sound levels and tapped on her microphone to make sure it was working well. She had a number of key ministers listening to her later and it was important to be heard clearly. She was translating from French to English and English to French, both on the same day. She had no preprepared speeches she could give time to translate though she had been given a copy of the opening words so prepare in French and a general overview of what the politicians should be discussing that day. This enabled some preparation on the subject but not much.
Lynne watched from her viewing window as every other booth filled with fellow translators and delegates filed into their named seats. She poured herself a glass of water from the large jug in front of her and cleared her throat. She didn’t have long to wait as the summit was officially opened and each translator repeated the lines to delegates from around the world in their native language. Lynne listened carefully and spoke clearly in French as the speaker paused to allow every translator to do their job.
The booth was warm as Lynne had a short break. She removed her cardigan and drank some more water. Then for the next hour she worked intently concentrating hard and making sure she spoke clear and slowly so every delegate could understand. Her voice was drying again so she finished her glass and poured yet more water. Nerves made her feel thirsty, combined with the warmth and sense of being enclosed.
There was a lot going on all the time with Lynne flicking from French to English and back frequently. A few hours passed and Lynne was tiring. Thankfully she had a lull where she could rest a little though for security and so as to avoid any disturbances she was forbidden to leave the booth until the summit ended.
Lynne crosses her legs as a slight need to pee crossed her mind. She’d go to the ladies when she could but that wasn’t right now.
With a respected and well known French politician now standing to speak Lynne pulled on her headset quickly and got back to work. An hour and ten minutes passed quickly and Lynne was once again appreciative of the short break. As she sipped more water to keep her mouth moist her knee bounced under the table. Surely it would be long until lunch and she could run to the ladies?
For now though it was back to work as the summit continued and politicians debated. Lynne looked along at the other booths wondering if any of her colleagues were also needing a bathroom break? Now she had her legs crossed as her muscles were clenched together as her bladder filled more and more.
Lynne couldn’t believe how long the summit dragged on as noon came and went and still no break in sight. She wriggled a bit and continued to voice her knee grateful for the privacy of her translating booth but waiting eagerly for release too.
Quarter last twelve and still they debated.
Half last twelve and still no sign if it abating.
Lynne was getting more and more uncomfortable, sweating more and moving more. Her jug of water almost empty but her bladder very full.
She bounced her knees. She crossed her legs. She sat on her foot. She wriggled and squirmed. She straightened her back and leaned forward. She sat right in the edge if her seat and wedged the rim between her legs. She rocked.
But still the summit continued on and still she had to translate and remain in her booth.
12:45. Still no break imminent.
Lynne resorted to holding between her legs regardless how undignified she was, thankful for the fact she couldn’t be seen, or so she hoped.
Ten past one. Still they were talking and still poor Lynne had to work.
They had to finish soon surely? She couldn’t possibly be the only one desperate for a bathroom visit?
Lynne decided to try and distract herself and her aching bladder by looking at the large amount of delegates and scanning each one for any signs that they were, like her, quite in need of the facilities. It wasn’t difficult to spot a few men who seemed anxious and fidgety and a few woman who seemed flushed and antsy. Imagining others bursting was the only thing helping Lynne hold as she felt less alone in her difficult situation.
Lynne tried standing. She moved around in her booth and bobbed on the spot. She pushed against her table and crossed her legs. She danced. She wriggled. She squirmed. She tried sitting again scissoring her legs in an out quickly as her urethra throbbed intently.
Unable to moan or speak other than to translate Lynne had to bite on her hand to stop herself moaning as she sat with a hand between her tightly crossed legs. She’d been holding fir absolutely ages and seriously bursting.
Finally as 1:30 fast approached Lynne translated to French, ‘I think we would all benefit from a break and we can resume this when we return in an hour.’ Lynne breathed at the idea of finally getting out of her booth and rushing to the loo. The very thought sent tingles to her vagina as she stroked between her legs to remain in control.
Finally she could take her head set off. She heard the familiar click as the catch was released to her booth and she made her way out as dignified as she could. She headed straight to the corridor and the ladies but alas so did the rest of the world, well the rest of the attendees anyway!
In the queue Lynne tried to remain outwardly calm as inwardly her bladder and vagina throbbed. She just couldn’t stand still though as she bobbed from four to foot yearning for release.
One toilet free.
Then another.
Lynne moaned. She was struggling, really struggling.
Another flushed as someone behind her mentioned in Spanish how they ‘had to pee so badly’.
Lynne felt her heart beating fast, her body sweating, her urethra throbbing between her legs. She was jigging now. This was serious.
She dribbled as another cubicle freed.
Oh how she had to piss.
Oh how urgently she needed to wee.
Oh how silently her whole body moaned.
Oh how warm her panties felt as dribbles leaked.
Finally another cubicle freed as Lynne raced in so quickly pulling her skirt up and her black tights down but unfortunately missing the sides of her pants. Not realising her mistake Lynne sat down as her body finally relaxed and allowed her muscles to let go. First a trickle then a massive gush of almost clear liquid soaked through her underwear and loudly splashed in the porcelain.
It was too late.she had made it but her underwear hadn’t.
She allowed every last drop to finish before pressing her hand against the sodden gusset of her pants and stroking herself, her own desperation having caused copious amounts of mucus to mix with the torrent of foamy piss making Lynne think thoughts she tried to keep private.
She couldn’t help but love the feeling of warmth and wetness as she imagined how desperate the others were still in the queue.
Lynne had never been so bursting, nor so horny and happy as she had been that day at work. To keep the afternoon more enjoyable she decided to keep her soaking pants on until she got home and that day ended with the most enjoyable climax she could remember.
She never found political conferences boring ever again. Booth translating was her favourite work of all. |
It's my first holding pee competition fanfic. (Princess Mandy is King's Daughter who appears in Spongebob movie.)
It was weekend in bikini bottom. Month passed since Sandy has wet herself in front of Spongebob. She has discovered that holding pee turns her on. Because it was weekend, Sandy went to Krusty Krab to eat a krabby patty. She ordered two of them and one big krabby soda. After eating both burgers and drinking whole soda she had to pee. This time Sandy went to toilet instead of holding it. She still wasn't sure if it would be good idea to wet herself in public. When Sandy went to the toilet there was line. In toilet there were 3 cabins, but 2 of them were broken. She haven't worried about that, she wasn't that desperate. When Sandy finally went to cabine and started to pee she heard 2 voices.
- Oh I have to pee so badly... - Said girl voice
- You can go before me if you want to - Said second girl. By voice Sandy knew that it was Pearl Krabs.
- Are you sure Pearl? You have drank 3 big glasses of krabby soda, and you have been holding that for 4 hours since then! - Said first voice
- Don't worry about me, I don't have to pee as bad as you have to. - Said Pearl.
- One day you will pee yourself if you will be letting go everyone before you! - Said first voice.
- I don't think so, I can hold it for long time. It would be cool to have competition with some other girls who can hold it for long time - Said Pearl. Sandy cannot believe what she heard. Pearl would want to take part in holding pee competition! After Sandy finished peeing and flushed toilet she went out of cabinet and purple fish girl runned into it.
- It must have been girl who Pearl talked with - Thought Sandy.
Sandy looked at Pearl. She was standing with crossed legs and she was biting her lip. Pearl was surely desperated. Sandy stayed for a while in toilet, pretending that she was washing her hands just to see Pearl's situation. There was only Sandy, Pearl and Pearl's friend. After a while Pearl's friend came out of cabin with blush on her face and said:
- Uhh, Pearl I have bad news...
- What is it? - Said Pearl, stopping crossing her legs and biting her lip.
- The toilet... It broke... - Said Pearl's Friend.
- Oh that's no problem, I can hold it. - Said Pearl, but she knew that she might not hold it until she get home which is 40 minutes walk from Krusty Krab.
- I'm going home - Said Pearl's friend.
It was perfect moment for Sandy. She went to Pearl and said:
- I see that you really have to pee, come with me, my house is just few minutes away.
Pearl knew Sandy, and she went with her. After 15 minutes of walk they got to Sandy's house. Pearl was now holding her crotch.
- W-where is the toilet? - Pearl asked Sandy.
- It's upstairs of my tree, first door to left. - Said Sandy.
While going upstairs, Pearl leaked a bit in her pink panties, but she managed to hold the rest until getting to toilet. She almost leaked more while getting of panties. She finished peeing after 3 minutes and got out of the tree and went to Sandy.
- Thanks you soo much, I would have peed myself if you haven't offered me using your toilet. - Said Pearl.
- No problem! - Answered Sandy.
Pearl was about to leave, but then Sandy asked her if she has been serious about holding pee competition.
- Yes, I have been serious about it, why you asking? - Said Pearl with blush on her face.
- I just would like to have holding pee competition with you and maybe someone els... - Sandg haven't finished yet and Princess Mandy, using her mermaid powers, teleported in front of Sandy.
- So you two would like to have holding pee competition, yes? - Asked Mandy with smile on her face.
- Oh, where are my manners. I'm Princess Mandy, princess of ocean.
- Yes we are doing it - Replied Sandy. - What brings you here?
- Oh, I just love holding pee competitions. I love holding pee myself. Would you mind if I joined you two? - Asked Mandy with blush and smile.
- No, the more people the better - Replied Pearl.
- Ummm Sandy, could you cover your home somehow so no one from outside can see us? - Asked Mandy.
- Yes, no problem! - Said Sandy and clicked red button on her tree. - Now from the outside we are not visible!
- Sweet, so what are the rules? - Asked Mandy.
Sandy thought about them before, and even wrote a list of rules. She handed it to Mandy, who handed it after reading to Pearl.
1. Everyone has to go pee before the competition starts.
2. At the beggining every competitor drinks 2 glasses of Krabby Soda, and then half a glass of water every 30 minutes and 1 glass of krabby soda every 1 hour.
3. Competitors can't use the toilet. Only winner can do it.
4. During competition every 20 minutes there must be something to do which makes holding pee harder. That thing is set by competitors.
Everyone went to toilet, even Pearl who just have been peeing. While Pearl was in the toilet Mandy reminded Sandy that Whales have twice bigger bladder than her and Sandy.
- Pearl, because your bladder is twice big as our, you have to drink twice of everything to make that competition fair for everyone - Said Sandy.
- Oh, okay that's not a problem - Said Pearl.
Sandy got big table for Soda, water and timer. She got water and glasses, Mandy with her magic got Krabby Soda.
- Okay, so we now start - Said Sandy and turned on the timer.
Sandy and Mandy drank 2 glasses of Krabby Soda, and Pearl drank 4 glasses of it. No one felt effect. After 20 minutes timer has rang.
- Okay girls, it's time for a challange. How about 20 sit-ups? - Asked Mandy.
- That seems good. - Said Pearl.
They all have done the sit-ups. After few minutes timer has shown thirty minutes - All girls had to drink water. Sandy and Mandy drank half a glass and Pearl full glass. They all began to feel small urge to pee. After 10 minutes the timer rang again.
- How about jumping for 2 minutes? - Said Sandy. Mandy and Pearl nodded. Their urge hasn't changed. After 18 minutes it was full hour, meaning that they have to drink glass of Krabby Soda, half glass of water and do a challange at once. Girls drank Soda and water quickly.
- Now how about 50 sit ups? - Asked Pearl. Mandy and Sandy had nothing against it. After sit ups Pearl's urge has grew. She started to cross her legs. Mandy wasn't in better situation. Her urge also grew. She started to bit ger lip. Then time has hit 1:20. By that time Sandy's urge also grew. She was now biting her lips.
- Okay, how about running competition? Last person to get to tree from doors drinks glass of soda. - Suggested Mandy.
- Second person could drink half glass of soda - Added Sandy. Pearl has sweated. She was terrible at running. Girls started to run. Mandy finished first without problems. Pearl was running at her full speed. She finished second, by a head from Sandy. A wave of urge has hit Pearl by running. She instantly crossed her legs as tightly as she could.
- Wow, Pearl you are pretty fast! - Said Sandy.
- Thanks... I just didn't want to drink that Soda. - Said Pearl.
- So now you are drinking! - Said Mandy with smile.
Pearl had to drink full glass of soda because she had bigger bladder, Sandy drank same amount. As Sandy finished drinking, wave of desperation has hit her. She got her hand on her crotch and crossed legs. She haven't leaked, and her urge stabilised after a while. Pearl's urge grew only a bit. She started to change her legs. After a while timer was showing 1:30 - Girls again had to drink water. By that time Mandy has started to do little pee dance.
- Ooo, someone has to pee a lot - Said Pearl laughting. By that laught she has almost leaked, but she again crossed her legs tightly to not let any drop come out.
- And who has to pee now? - Said Mandy with smirk.
- Oh girls look, it's 1:40 we must do challange! - Said Sandy.
- How about spreading our legs as much as we can for 2 minutes watching and listening to waterfalls? - Suggested Pearl. She hoped that she will manage to hold it.
- What about me? I have only tail, remember! - Said Mandy.
- You will drink half glass of soda and watch waterfalls for 4 minutes. - Said Sandy.
Mandy drank soda and created hologram of waterfall and sound of it. Sandy and Pearl spreaded their legs. They both put hands on their crotch as soon as they done it. They really had to pee. Mandy was hiding it before, but she was very desperated. She was now holding her crotch tightly. Waterfall sounds always made her desperated. She leaked few droplets in first minute in her pink panties. She blushed. Sandy noticed that. She thought that Mandy will pee herself. She imaginated Mandy wetting herself, and that was a huge mistake. Sandy leaked a bit in her green pants. It wasn't visible. She held her crotch even tighter. Pearl was going pretty well. Waterfall had no effect at her at all. She just almost leaked by not crossing legs. When Sandy and Pearl finished, Mandy had 2 minutes of watching waterfall left. She was very desperated. She has put both of her hands in her panties. She leaked again, making visible stain. When few seconds left Mandy felt small stream of pee going down her tail. She managed to stop it. Pearl saw it and leaked in her pink panties. She blushed so much that Sandy began to laught and leaked that her panties were half wet, still not as wet as Mandy's.
- Okay, that was a lot of leaking - Said Mandy. She first time leaked in front of someone.
Every girl was now holding crotch tightly. The most desperated was Mandy. She felt another stream coming down her tail. Her panties were now almost fully soaked. She managed to stop it. Sandy was now doing pee dance. Pearl was holding her crotch very tightly with crossed legs. She leaked for 3 seconds. Her panties were now fully soaked. She has first time peed in her pants so much in fron of other people. She enjoyed it.
The timer shown 2 hours. All girls looked at each other with fear. They all drank full glass of soda and half a glass of water. Mandy started to shake and do pee dance, Sandy started to do pee dance, holding her crotch inside of her green, wet panties. Pearl started to take step from step, swotching to crossing legs and doing pee dance.
- We are all very desperated now, let's see what 50 sit ups will do now. - Suggested Sandy. Girls were at 14 sit up and then Mandy started to leak. Few droplets every sit up. She was now stopping every sit up. When she started to continue she lost it. She stared at her friends and said:
- I t-think I lost it - After she said that she started peeing herself. She felt her panties getting more and more wet, huge, hot stream of pee going down her tail. She was peeing for 2 minutes, moaning from pleasure all long. It was first time ever Mandy losing pee holding contest, but she enjoyed losing it. Atleast she could wet herself. Pearl and Sandy were trying not to look at Mandy peeing. They still could hear the sound of pee hitting the grass. Sandy started to leak 3 seconds every sit up at last 5 sit ups, but she mamaged to hold it with very big blush. Pearl was leaking a lot. Her whole legs were now wet, but she mamaged to hold it.
- So only you and me left? - Said Sandy to Pearl.
- It seems so - Said Pearl looking at her butt to see how wet her panties are.
Pearl was now leaking every minute. Sandy also has been leaking a lot. Timer has shown 2:30 but instead of water they asked Mandy to create waterfall. It was bad decision.
- Look at that water sparkling at bottom... As pee... - Said Sandy teasing Pearl. By that she leaked for 5 seconds and said nothing more. Her legs were now wet. Pearl has stared at that waterfall. She started to leak, and leak... She was wetting herself first time ever. She was still trying to stop it, but there was no use. Streams were going down her legs which were now glimmering. She enjoyed that feeling so much that she got orgasm. Meantime Sandy was starting to lose it. She saw Pearl wetting herself and she just couldn't stop peeing. She was wetting herself in front of others second time. She got orgasm. Her fur was getting more dark from pee. She was looking like waterfall. Pearl finished after 5 minutes, Sandy after 3. They both were pleased as they never been before.
- We must do that again - Said Pearl. Sandy and Mandy nodded. |
The following contains Spoilers for Game of Thrones Season 8 Episode 3. Do not read unless you have seen that episode, or just don’t care. Also contains messing, you have been warned.
This is my first fic in a long while on this site, but I thought this episode presented the perfect opportunity for some omorashi. Do let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy.
The Hero of Winterfell
The stench of death hung in the air. The screams and clashing of swords could be heard throughout the entire castle and the sky was bathed in the red glow of the fire trench. The dead were in Winterfell and the living were loosing.
Only one thing could stop them, and that was to cut off their head. To kill the Night King. To close his blue eyes, and that was exactly what Arya Stark was planning on doing. The Red Woman had renewed her with drive. She would look the God of Death in the face and tell him "Not today". She knew he would be heading towards Bran in the Gods Wood, so that was where she was heading. Scrambling over rooftops. Diving though windows, and killing any dead she came across. Nothing would stop her, nothing could get in her way.
Only one problem presented itself, she was in desperate need of a privy. The violence and chaos of the battle did not exactly provide a quiet moment for one to relieve oneself, and she could feel the need growing in the bladder ever since the trench was lit. She had managed to hold on thus far however. Most people would've long voided all over themselves in fear amidst any normal battle, let alone one against the forces of death. But Arya Stark was not some common soldier, she was a trained assassin, a Faceless Man, and she could control herself better than that and she had done this far.
She wasn't exactly dry however, much to her shame. She had been knocked around, struck, and scared on so many occasions tonight that several leaks had escaped her. Even fighting her way though the castle she was aware of the dampness rubbing against her private parts. A reminder of her misjudgement. Usually before she did anything crucial, before any assassination, or any fight, she would stay sat over a chamber pot for a long while until she was sure that every drop was out of her, but she had not got the chance to do so before this battle, as she was somewhat preoccupied with Gendry. When the horns sounded for them to assemble she barely had time to get her clothes on before rushing to the battlements. Thoughts of having a piss had been far from her mind and she was paying for it now.
She did her best to push the sensation far from her mind. She had a job to do, and hopefully if she completed it soon enough, she would be able to have her piss in peace. The battle was turning even worse, dead were falling from the sky, being shook off one of the Dragons above. She didn't have much time left, but thankfully she had almost reached the Godswood. She knew the Night King would be heading for Bran. Her brother had testified clearly that he would want to kill The Three Eyed Raven personally. Arya seen this as her best chance to take him out, while he was distracted.
Killing any Wights that crossed her path she managed to push her way into the Godswood. Her brother sat there beneath the Hearth Tree, while Theon and the last of the Ironborn did their best to defend him. Staying far back and peaking out from behind a tree she observed that even when a Wight broke past the defences, it would go for one of the archers, and Bran was left alone, even when he was wide open and vulnerable. It was clear that the Wights were saving him for their master, just as Arya counted on.
Sneaking though the trees she tried to get as close as possible without being detected. She noticed that the Wights were slowing their attacks, and pretty soon stopped, holding position in a circle around the Weirwood. The air suddenly grew even colder, and Arya looked towards the entrance, to see her target had arrived, flanked by about a dozen Wight Walkers. Gasping for breath Arya hug back behind the tree where she was hiding, and did her best to remain as still as possible. She could only hope that the Night King would make himself vulnerable when going for Bran.
However, her bladder was now pressing it's urges with a vengeance. Whether it was the increased cold, or the fact that she had stopped moving, she suddenly needed to piss much greater than before. She could hardly hold still. She had to fight the urge to dance on the spot like she used to as a child. She did her best to compose herself by rubbing her thighs together and pressing her hand into her crotch. Yet pressing the wet material against her now quivering womanhood did nothing to help, and only made her need worse.
She peeked behind out from behind the tree to see the Night King and the Walkers taking their sweet time in approaching the tree, meanwhile Bran was bidding farewell to Theon, who was the last defender standing. "Come on, come on, come on" Arya muttered to herself as she pressed her back against the tree and her hand against her core. She desperately needed a piss, and it didn't look like it would wait until after the Night King was dead. Furthermore she couldn't just skin her breeches down and squat where she was a much as she wanted to. If a Wight saw her she would have no chance to defend herself, and she might even miss her one chance with the Night King.
There was only one thing to do, and she was only now willing to admit it. She scrunched her face and looked up in embarrassment. "Fuck it" she whispered, wet pants were a small price to pay for saving the living. She took one last peek out from behind the tree to track the enemies progress, then ducked back behind. Committing herself to the inevitable she widened her stance and removed her hand between her legs, and let nature take her course.
Almost without urging she immediately let go. A bright warm heat suddenly bloomed in her most sensitive region. Her lower lips were soon engulfed in her waters and she had to stop herself from moaning in relief. She had a veritable river inside her and nothing was stopping it now. Her lips drenched the liquid soon travelled to her behind, where it began to fill the crack between her cheeks. She wore no small clothes, and the flood couldn't be contained around her core forever, and soon began to stream down her legs, soaking them as it flowed. Her boots soon began to fill and she was engulfed in warmth from the waist down. It was almost pleasant, especially in the biting cold.
As she pissed herself she kept aware, and listened to Theon's valiant but fruitless death. She looked out behind the tree to see the Night King finally advancing towards Bran. Her moment was soon, yet she couldn't stop pissing. She looked down at herself to see she snow at her feet turning yellow, while her streams were thankfully muffled. Gritting her teeth she managed to stem the flow. Still not empty, but now enough to focus. Her chance was coming soon, and she couldn't miss it.
Emerging out from behind her tree she squatted down low and crouch walked forward to get as close as possible. Her soaking britches distracted her greatly, and she couldn't sneak as well as she wished, but thankfully all blue eyes were on the Night King and Bran. He had stopped in front of his brother and was reaching for his weapon. Her chance was now and she couldn't miss it.
Ignoring her drenched clothes she suddenly stood up and bolted forward, too fast for the White Walkers to relax. Sprinting towards the God or Death she took out her dagger that Bran had given her, and held it over her head. Getting close she spotted a rock, and stepping on it she expertly launched herself up into the air, like an athlete. She was flying full force and ready to plunge the Valyrian Steel deep into the Night King's back.
He was too quick for her however. Faster than she could've imagined he spun around and caught her, gripping her by the wrist and the throat. She gasped in shock. His fingers were like ice, and piercing cold began to travel though her body and the piss on her legs began to instantly freeze. Staring into the eyes of the god of death terror gripped her body, and any piss left within her began to flow out at an alarming rate. It was worse than that however, as she felt her stomach began to turn and her anus loosen. The terror was so acute that she lost all control of her body and began to shameless soil herself. A hot mess began to fill the space between her cheeks, as her terror stricken bowels lost all control.
However, even now, in the mist of messing herself, she did not forget her training. Acting almost on instinct, she skilfully dropped the dagger from the hand that the Night King was grasping, and expertly caught it with her free hand, plunging it into his stomach.
The affect was instant, as the monster who had instilled such fear exploded into a shower of ice. Falling from his now non existent grip she hit the ground hard. All the enemies around them feel to the ground lifeless, their control cut while the other White Walkers went the way of the Night King and also exploded. Arya was gasping on the ground, deep in shock, still feeling the icy fingers around her neck she could barely move. Nor could she regain control over herself, and her bowels continued to empty. She had once mocked Hot Pie, saying that if he got within a mile of a battle he'd fill his pants. Well that's exactly what was happening now, she was filling her pants, and it seemed that she was not going to stop until she was empty.
A strange silence now descended on the castle where moments before it had been chaos. She could hear herself panting for breath and the soft trickle of the last of her piss flowing down her leg.
"You did it" said Bran, characteristically monotone, "You saved the world".
"Yeah" was all she could respond. Arya Stark, the saviour of the world had just pissed herself intentionally, and shit herself accidentally. She could hardly feel proud in that moment. She looked down at herself. It was dark, and her tunic covered most of her legs so her shame wasn't visible. On top of that, she was covered in gore and blood, while the air was thick with the stench of death, so her smell would not be at all noticeable. She could not escape the feeling though. She was soaked in near freezing piss from the waist down, and a large bulge was present in her behind. Her pants were heavy and awkward and she felt disgusted.
Without another word to Bran she turned and walked off in a daze. She could not wait for a bath, but knew one would not come soon in the state of the aftermath. Still she wished to disappear from sight, not wanting anyone to see her in her current state.
As she exited the Godswood she passed a filthy looking Jon, and ducked behind a tree to avoid his sight as she ran towards where Bran was. Emerging into the ruins of the castle courtyard she could see she was not the only person in a daze, the survivors were stumbling around not believing that it was all over, and she could easily pass by unnoticed. It was all she could do not to waddle from the mess she had made. She didn't know where she was going to go, but knew it had to be away from the world.
She was not to go unnoticed as she wished however, as she was crossing the main courtyard she head a a voice call out her name. She turned slowly and was engulfed in a hug by her sister. Sansa had tears in her eyes and was smiling happily down at Arya, hugging her close, not caring about the fact that she was getting covered in blood by being close to her.
"Oh I'm so glad you're okay, I'm so glad" she repeated, stroking her little sisters hair. "What happened?"
Arya was uncomfortable being held so close after having made such a mess on herself, but looking up at her sister showing such emotion her usual composure was broken. "Oh Sansa" she said looking up as tears came to her eyes. Sansa just hugged her tighter, pressing her against her robes and furs.
"It's okay Arya, what happened, you can tell me" she said, coming out of the hug and kneeling down in front of her sister.
Arya hadn't felt like this since she was a toddler, so vulnerable with her confidence shattered. "Well I killed the Night King...." She started.
"You did?" Sansa replied shocked.
Arya nodded, "but, I eh, I, had an accident" he quietly admitted.
Sansa looked confused for a second but then understanding washed over her. "Oh Arya" she said in a motherly tone, "Come here" she said, wilfully hugging her again even after discovering that.
Arya happily accepted, and nuzzled into her sister's shoulder, her wet legs and heavy pants almost forgotten about.
"Come on", Sansa said, standing up, "Let's see what we can do for the hero of Winterfell".
Arya smiled weakly as she allowed herself to be led off by her sister. Jon again appeared before them, clearly looking for Arya, but Sansa gave him a look which he knew meant to leave her alone.
The sun was just begging to rise and more and more survivors were emerging from the battleground. Arya did her best to ignore them and keep her head down as Sansa led her into the keep. They stepped over bodies and corpses as they progressed towards what Arya soon realised were her chambers. While the hall outside was littered with the dead, her door had remained closed and the inside was mercifully untouched.
Sansa closed the door behind them and Arya began to sway, feeling lightheaded. Sansa did not fail to notice and quickly grabbed Arya and led her to a chair. Realising that she was about to be sat down Arya went to protest but it was too late. As her buttocks hit the chair she winced as her mess was squished beneath her and squeezed in between her arse cheeks.
Sansa did not notice however, and if she did she just took it as a sign of pain. She took a goblet from the table and filled it with from a pitcher of wine which had been left there. "Drink" she said, pressing it into Arya's hands. She didn't protest and soon downed it, followed by the second and third cup her sister refilled and also pressed on her. Arya was only too glad to let herself get drunk, if only to forget the fact that she was sitting in her own mess.
"Did you really kill the Night King?" Sansa asked as she kneeled in front of her, and was drinking from her own cup.
Arya nodded, "Yep, stabbed him right in the gut" she confirmed taking another swig.
"Then you shouldn't be ashamed Arya, you're a hero" Sansa said proudly. "Who cares if you pissed yourself, I'm sure every warrior did today".
"Well you see" Arya said, turning red, either from the wine or embarrassment, "I didn't just piss myself..."
Understanding washed over Sansa's face and she covered her mouth in her hands. "Oh by the Gods Arya, I'm so sorry I made you sit down"
Arya laughed weakly, "That's what you're worried about?" She asked, "don't worry the damage is done" she said, squirming uncomfortably in her mess.
Sansa seemed more embarrassed than Arya now. "Well if it's any consolation, you know I pissed myself too" she meekly admitted.
"Really", Arya said, her interest peeked, "Right in your noble robes and fancy dress" she joked.
"Yes, the dead rose in the crypts and I thought I was going to die" she admitted, then raised her outermost dress to prove it, showing the wet underclothes beneath. "I'm sure not a single person escaped tonight without soiling themselves, but only one killed than Night King".
Arya smiled, coming back alive a little. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
"Besides", Sansa grinned, "You're the bravest person I know, so imagine how badly the Dragon Queen must've messed herself".
At that Arya actually laughed, happy to imagine it and forgetting her own misfortune temporarily. "We'll have to get that handmaiden of hers drunk to tell us" Arya laughed.
"It's a deal," Sansa replied, glad to have comforted her sister. "But now" she said, getting to her feet and helping Arya from her chair, "I think we both better get cleaned up as best we can."
"Me first" insisted Arya.
"Of course", Sansa replied proudly, "You are the hero after all." |
Another My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic fanfic. This one was requested. It'll also feature the longest hold I've ever written. I don't usually fetishize Tempest Shadow (from the movie), but this was still pretty fun to write, and I hope I kept them in character enough.
Tempest's Desperation
"TEMPEST!"
Tempest Shadow rushed into the Storm King's throne room and bowed before the Storm King. "Yes, Your Excellency?"
"The plans for taking the alicorn magic are coming along, but first, I have another mission for you."
Tempest was a little annoyed. She wanted to get the alicorn magic for the Storm King right away so that he would restore her horn. But she knew better than to question him. Only he could do what she needed, after all. "What is this mission?"
"I want you to go to the Penguin Lands at the far south side of the earth. Their leader, King Charlatan, has this amazing jewel! Can't miss it, it's hanging above his throne. I want it, and I want it as soon as possible!"
"I will not fail you." Tempest bowed.
"You'd better not," the Storm King said ominously. "Or our deal is off, and you're terminated in every sense of the word."
"Understood." Tempest walked out of the throne room.
...
"How far is the Penguin Lands?" Tempest asked Grubber as she stood on board her airship.
"Let's see..." Grubber looked at a map. "About 11 hours away."
Tempest withheld her groan of annoyance. This would be a long trip, and it would make the wait to get her horn back longer. But it would all be worth it in the end, and she didn't want to anger the Storm King.
They took off on the trip to the Penguin Lands.
About an hour in, Tempest said "Do we have light speed on this airship?"
"Light speed is a myth," said Grubber. "Nothing can fly that fast. Although, I have heard rumors that there's a pony who can fly so fast, it creates something called a Sonic Rain-"
"Unless that pony can pull this ship, I'm not interested." Tempest suddenly felt a familiar urge she hated very much. She knew there was about 10 hours left on the trip, so she really had nothing else to do.
She quietly walked toward the airship bathroom. To her dismay, she saw an Out of Order sign on it. She stormed back to the deck.
"Grubber!" said Tempest. "What happened to the bathroom?"
"Oh, yeah, see, one of the Storm Creatures got real drunk on yesterday's ride, and he smashed the toilet. I called the Storm King, and he ordered him thrown overboard and said he'd have it fixed tomorrow, I mean today, but, you know how he gets, he found out about King Charlatan's jewel and forgot all about it."
"Are any of the maintenance Storm Creatures on this airship?"
"Let me think... Nope! They're all back at the Storm Lands fixing a part of the castle the Storm King destroyed on one of his temper tantrums."
"Give me the contacting spell," said Tempest. "Now!"
Grubber jumped and grabbed the spell for her. She activated it, and a hologram of the Storm King sitting on his throne appeared. The Storm King wasn't paying attention, he was swinging the Staff of Sacanas around as if practicing how to make a storm once he got the magic.
"Your Majesty!" said Tempest.
The Storm King was startled, and looked up. "What is it, Tempest?"
"You forgot to get the bathroom on my airship fixed."
"I did, didn't I? Oh well. Nothing I can do about it now!"
"Can I turn around and get some of the maintenance Storm Creatures on to fix it?" And maybe use the bathroom while I'm there?
"NO!" the Storm King bellowed. "That'll take..." He calculated the time for a second. "Two hours out of this mission! It'll already be a long enough wait as it is, and I'm getting impatient already!"
Tempest wanted to argue, but she knew better when the Storm King was angry. "Understood, sire." She hung up.
"Looks like we'll be without a bathroom for 10 hours," said Grubber. "Oh well! I can just pee over the side of the ship. I hope you can hold it!"
Tempest grimaced slightly, but hid all signs of her need to pee. At least it wasn't too bad yet.
At the end of the second hour, she was becoming very uncomfortable, but stood still. She had a very strong bladder and hid her desperation well. She didn't want to look less intimidating by showing signs of pee desperation, and she was sure Grubber would make fun of it. If he did, she'd be sure to punish him.
She sat down and remained still for another three hours. But a few minutes into the sixth, she was fidgeting slightly.
"Want some cake?" said Grubber.
"No, get lost!" said Tempest.
Grubber ran away whimpering. Tempest tried her hardest to hold it. She could hold a very long time but her limits had not been tested yet.
More hours went by, and Tempest grew more and more desperate. She hadn't drank more than usual, but this was the longest she had gone without peeing. She crossed her legs and tried to keep a calm face, but grimaced slightly, fidgeting a little more.
By the tenth hour, she really needed to go, and had a harder time sitting still. She stood up, and crossed her legs. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it, and she really didn't want to have an accident. It would be so humiliating and degrading for a fierce servant of the future ruler of the world.
After what seemed like an eternity, they finally arrived at the Penguin Lands.
Tempest ran out of the airship. The Penguin Lands were a snowfield, and extremely cold. This made it more uncomfortable for Tempest, who searched the area for a bathroom, including some of the igloos, but couldn't find one.
"Hey, who are you?" said a penguin.
Tempest blasted him aside with her magic, then, noticing the ice castle in the distance, ran for it, the Storm Creatures running behind her. Maybe the castle had a bathroom, and if not, she'd have to take the jewel and get back fast, and hope she returned dry.
She blasted open the doors of the castle throne room. A royal-looking penguin sat on his throne. This must be King Charlatan. Tempest considered asking him where the bathroom was, but reluctantly decided against it. This would just make her seem less threatening.
"I'm here for your jewel," said Tempest, keeping her voice as calm as possible and trying not to cross her legs. "Give it over quietly, and no one will get hurt."
"The Antarkenstone has been handed down through generations!" said King Charlatan. "It is the ancient treasure of the royal penguin family, and I will not give it over to the likes of you!"
"I was hoping you'd say that." Really, she wasn't, she didn't want to fight with a full bladder, but she needed to sound tougher to get what she wanted as fast as possible.
"Guards! Seize her!"
Penguin guards advanced on Tempest with spears.
"You deal with them!" Tempest said to the Storm Creatures. "I'll get the jewel!"
The Storm Creatures fought the guards, quickly knocking them unconscious, and Tempest ran toward Charlatan, the jewel clearly visible above his throne.
"Edgar, get the jewel to safety!" said Charlatan.
A teenage penguin that looked as though he might be a prince grabbed a ladder and hung it up on the wall. Tempest blasted him out of the way, feeling an unpleasant jolt in her bladder. She crossed her legs and struck the jewel with another bolt of magic, knocking it off the wall. She cringed. If this jewel was fragile, it would shatter to pieces.
"Nooooooo!" Charlatan dove under the jewel and broke its fall. His moment of relief was short-lived when Grubber grabbed the gem from him.
"All right, now let's get out of here," said Tempest.
"Give that back!" said Charlatan. Tempest blasted him with her magic, knocking him unconscious, and while Edgar ran to his side, Tempest, Grubber, and the Storm Creatures ran back to their airship. Penguins ran after them, throwing spears, but they got on board safely with the jewel and took off.
"Now it's just an 11-hour trip back to the Storm Lands!"
Tempest groaned and crossed her legs. She had to pee really badly, but she had managed to stay dry the entire battle. If she could just hold it for the trip back, but she didn't like being reminded of how long it was.
Her need to pee increased as the hours went by. For two hours, she did the pee dance. Grubber chuckled at the sight of it, and she furiously blasted him in response, singeing him. Then, she sat down and crossed her legs. She couldn't hide her desperation anymore, and she fidgeted with a pained expression on her face.
Grubber didn't say anything, because he was afraid she'd attack him again. He also made sure that if he had to pee over the side of the ship, he'd do it away from Tempest. If she wet herself because of him, she'd make sure he'd pay.
After four hours of squirming, Tempest stood up and ran around the deck of the airship, hoping it would take her mind off her very full bladder. She felt the pee sloshing around inside her as she did, but running at least made it easier to hold it.
After two hours, she stopped, exhausted and soaked with sweat from both running and the effort of holding it. For a moment, she thought it would no longer make a difference if she wet herself. But then she realized she'd still be making a puddle on the deck, and her outfit would still smell like pee.
She sat down and crossed her legs again, closing her eyes shut. It was three hours until they reached the Storm King's castle, and she was more desperate than she had ever been in her life.
There was a rumble of thunder in the distance. It was way too early to be approaching the Storm Lands. There were storm clouds approaching. Tempest sighed in relief. If they flew through the rain, she'd be soaked through, and she could just pee her outfit without anyone noticing. The rain would wash it all off the deck and rinse her off sufficiently.
Until they got below the clouds, and there was no rain, only lightning. Tempest groaned and squirmed harder, crossing her legs really tight. Occasionally, there would be a loud crash of thunder. Tempest wasn't easily startled, and she was thankful for that, or else she might lose it right here.
After about an hour, they were out of the storm.
"Just two hours to go!" said Grubber. "I hope you don't wet yourself. That'd be REAL embarrassing!"
"Yeah, I know," said Tempest through gritted teeth. "So stop talking about it!"
"Try not to think about rivers, and waterfalls, and rain, and Storm Creatures bellyflopping into pools of water with a loud splash, and-"
"STOP!" said Tempest, feeling herself leak a little. "Saying it like that MAKES me think about it!"
"Oh. Well, it'll be no big deal if you do wet yourself. All you have to do is wash off with a hot, relaxing shower."
This also made it worse for Tempest. "Grubber!"
"Or, we could give you a bath, like when I fell into the mud. It was really funny when I splashed water all over those Storm Creatures."
"QUIET!" Tempest blasted Grubber again. Grubber quickly ran below deck.
She held it for the next hour, at which point she was leaking a little more, but still held most of it in.
Finally, after the painful last hour, they arrived at the Storm Lands.
"Grubber, get the jewel, and no comments about water!"
Tempest and Grubber ran into the Storm King's throne room. Tempest was unable to keep herself from pee dancing in place as Grubber presented the jewel to the Storm King.
"We got the jewel," said Tempest. "It wasn't too hard." Except for how badly I have to pee!
"Here you go, Your Grace!" said Grubber.
The Storm King took the jewel and looked at it. "Wonderful! I'm hanging this above my throne right now!"
"Anything else?" said Tempest.
The Storm King noticed Tempest's pee dance, and a mischievous grin spread across his face. "Yes. You can hang the jewel up above my throne!"
"Can't Grubber do it?"
"You got the jewel for me, it's your honor to hang it up!"
"I'm fine not doing it."
"All right then. Good luck finding someone else to fix your horn."
Tempest groaned. "Where's a ladder?"
"In the cellar."
This was about the farthest from the throne room as possible, as they were in a tower. But, this wasn't all bad news, as it would give Tempest ample time to use the bathroom. "All right, I'll go get it."
"Not you! Grubber, you get the ladder!"
"Yes sir!" Grubber ran out the door.
Tempest continued to pee dance, and the Storm King watched with a sadistic smile on his face. She knew her desperation was visible so she decided to suck it up and ask to use the bathroom.
"Because the airship bathroom was broken, and it was such a long flight, I've been holding it for 22 and a half hours. I didn't know a pony could even hold it this long. While we're waiting for Grubber to get back, can I-"
"NO!" said the Storm King. "Not until I say so!"
Tempest sat down and crossed her legs. "If I don't... I might make a mess on your floor."
"No big deal! Grubber can clean it up!"
Tempest moaned in extreme discomfort.
After about twenty minutes, Grubber returned, panting, with the ladder. He handed it to Tempest, who dragged it to the Storm King's throne and set it up. She grabbed the jewel in one hoof and climbed the ladder, and hung it up on the wall. She jumped off the ladder, leaking a little as she landed.
The Storm King stood up and looked at the jewel. "Eh, a little more to the left!"
Tempest groaned and climbed back up the ladder, moving the jewel to the left. "Like this?"
"No, I meant the right."
Tempest moved it more to the right.
"Too far. A little more to the left.
It went this way for another ten minutes, by which time a total of 23 hours had passed since the departure. Tempest was tired and she really needed to go. She adjusted the jewel's position one more time.
The Storm King pondered for a minute with his hand on his chin. "Yes, perfect!" He shoved the ladder over. Tempest fell on her back and leaked a little more.
She stood up. "Now can I go?"
"Wait wait wait. Not yet. The janitor Storm Creatures, uh, have the day off. Sweep the floor for me."
Tempest groaned.
"I'll go get the broom!" said Grubber, and he ran toward the cellar.
After fifteen minutes, Grubber arrived with a broom and dustpan. Tempest swept the floor as fast as she could, which took roughly ten minutes.
"Okay, I'm done."
"No, there's still spots of dust here! Go and get them all, or you're done!"
Tempest groaned and swept the rest of the floor for five minutes. "Is that good?"
"Great! You're done sweeping."
"Thank you, sire."
"Now wash the floor!"
"Are you kidding me?"
"Of course not!"
Grubber ran to the cellar and returned fifteen minutes later with a mop and a bucket of water. Tempest dipped the mop in the bucket, cringing as the sight and sound of the water made her leak more, and mopped the floor.
It took about fifteen minutes but Tempest was done. She had not used the bathroom in 24 hours and she needed to pee worse than ever. "Is this all? I'm about to burst!"
"Wait a minute." The Storm King walked into the middle of the room with a cake that one of his Storm Creatures had given him as Tempest was mopping. He ate the cake rather messily, getting crumbs and frosting all over the floor. "This section of the floor needs to be cleaned."
Tempest couldn't believe it. The Storm King had to be doing this on purpose. She mopped the remains of the cake as fast as she could. "All right, now can I please-"
She paused as she felt a warm, wet sensation in her crotch, and looked down. Yellow waterfalls were gushing down her legs, and a puddle was expanding rapidly around her hooves. She was peeing her shorts, all the way, in front of the Storm King. The relief felt wonderful on her aching bladder after holding it in for so long, but she was ashamed beyond belief.
The Storm King fell on his back laughing. Tempest blushed beet red. This was the worst thing that had ever happened to her since losing her horn and her friends.
Grubber chuckled. Normally he wouldn't dare make fun of Tempest, but if the Storm King found it funny, he had every right to laugh as well.
The Storm King stood up, catching his breath. "She's still peeing? This is PRICELESS!" He fell on his back again, kicking his legs in the air and laughing even louder.
She peed for over five minutes, and by the end of it she was standing in a large puddle, and her entire lower half was soaking wet and smelled of pee. She felt immensely relieved, but moaned in embarrassment.
"Grubber, clean her puddle up!" said the Storm King once he stopped laughing again.
Grubber ran over to the mop and bucket.
Sure, NOW he's making Grubber do the work, thought Tempest. He made me wet myself for his own sick amusement. But I have to put up with it, because I need him to get my horn back.
"If you'd failed, I'd make you stay like this," said the Storm King. "But since you got the jewel, I'll give you a bath."
"I can wash just fine on my own," said Tempest, still red in the face.
"No no no, I'm being really generous right now! I'll wash you myself!" The Storm King reached into his closet and pulled out a round wooden tub. He held it with one hand and picked up the soaking wet mare with the other, and took them into his bathroom. He filled the wooden tub with warm water from the tap of his bathtub and set it on the bathroom floor.
"You're washing me in that tub? What's wrong with your bathtub?"
"Only I can use the royal tub! The wooden one's good enough for you! Now, into the tub you go!" The Storm King threw Tempest into the wooden tub, still in her pee-soaked outfit. He poured some soap over her head and started scrubbing her all over, creating suds. He then lifted her up by the tail and scrubbed her butt extra vigorously. "Gotta get that pee smell out!" He chuckled.
Tempest really wasn't enjoying this. She would have preferred to wash in her own way, on her own. But again, she couldn't question the Storm King. Without him, she'd never get her horn back. |
This is a story I have written based very loosely on real events and real people. Names have been changed (obviously) and most of it is pulled out of my own imagination. Not all of it though. Hope you enjoy. Its also my first story so any constructive feedback is appreciated to help me find my writing style.
This story contains female wetting and messing. If there is any demand, I might release a version without the messing. It's not full on scat though. You have been warned.Part 1. The start of something beautiful.It was a glorious day when it happened. I was on a diving course, 11 guys and one girl learning to be commercial scuba divers through Herriot Watt University. 12 students in Orkney pissing up at night and diving all day. Naturally everyone gave Samantha a ridiculous amount of attention, all accept my own introverted self. Imagine my surprise at being buddied with her by the instructors. Lucky or what? And she was beautiful. Long raven black hair, mischievous brown eyes, full lips capable of the cutest little pout or the wickedest grin. And the body. At my 1.8 meters she stood as tall as my nose. Slight, tight little body, smallish breasts, legs showing off her runners physique and an ass that would give Kylie Minogue a run for her money. At 22 she was perfect. And normally I couldn't get near her. With all the others sniffing round, not to mention the instructors and the locals in Stromness where we were staying, I never stood a chance. Then the last week of May I got paired with her out of this blue. My previous buddy with hers.On the Wednesday it happened it was a normal day at the beach, week 3 of the five week course. Weather was dry and warm, or at least as warm as May got in Orkney. I had chatted more with her in three days than the time previous. I'd found out that she had a large family, was from the south of England and preferred metal music much like my own tastes. She was single and concentrating on the course then her final year at university. And she was fucking perfect. Stunning, funny, smart...... I was in love, no doubt about it.We were dressed in our usual rig for drysuit diving. Both in thermals, sweats and tee-shirts. Neither of us looked our best, hair and cloths damp and plastered all over after the first dive of the day. We were relaxing near the minibus having a light lunch waiting the hour or so before our next dive. As we lounged I could see her glance off to the small building at the end of the field we were currently in that contained the toilets we could use. I had learned (as I tend to note these things) that she would be visiting as soon as we were finished eating. She wasn't dancing yet but wasn't far off. We chatted, not about anything in particular but just generic chat designed to pass time. The kind of small talk that normally I hated. Like I said. Introvert. My other dive partner had learned to just let me eat and sit in quiet until we were ready to go in the water again. Not Sam though. She always wanted to talk. We finished our lunch and I expected her to shoot off for a visit to the lady's room but, as the conversation had turned to movies (a passion of mine) I had become more "animated" (as she later put it) so she decided to hold off. She was starting to fidget now but we still had 45 or so minutes. Or so we thought.A shout startled us from our talk about the merits of Indy 3 over 1. The radio had gone off. The boat was on the way back. The current two pairs had been kicked out the water by the lead instructor, Alex. They were coming in and he was pissed. Get ready, we are diving immediately. I saw a look of panic flash across Sam's face. She glanced to the toilets then back to me."Do you think I have time?" she asked. I frowned. Glancing to sea I could see the rib already bouncing across the waves."Maybe if you hurry?" She smiled gratefully (what a smile) and went to run off"Oy! You two get down the beach now, Al is coming in and sounds displeased". Robby, another instructor scuppered all her hopes with a single yell. She gave the toilets a longing stare then joined me in jogging to the beach. As the rib pulled up we lined up with the other students as Alex jumped out the boat and stormed up the beach. Que a 10 minute rant about standards, care and attention, awareness and anything else that popped into his head. Threats for 24 hr dive bans for all on top of the bans he handed out on the way in. All over the class idiot (my ex dive buddy) who had wily coyoted into the bottom trying a rapid decent. And though all of it Sam continued to squirm and fidget more and more. Nothing major yet, little flexes like she started to hold herself, a slow foot tap, a slight bead of sweat. Anyone else wouldn't have noticed but I saw the signs. When he finished his rant he glared at us."Get your stuff and be geared up in 5”. I watched her face drop. No time to do anything. Not even to go behind the van and "pop a squat". She was in trouble now. In silence we jogged back to our spot, all our gear laid out. She eyed our suits."Stu, I need to go to the loo. Please. I’m desperate." She was pleading with me. I glanced around. Fuck it. For her I could take another bollicking for being a few minutes late."Quick, go behind the van, I can keep watch" I replied."I can't!" She a hissed at me. She saw the confusion and hurt in my face. "Sorry, but I need more that a pee. I can't. Not hear. Help me please.""Ok. Run to the loo. I will tell Al we will be late. He can't ban all his dive teams for the day. Just hurry""Thank you" she gushed as she turned to run off."Oy! You two. Clock is ticking." She spun on the spot"Fuck you Rob" she cursed while looking around for some miraculous third option."Just go" I said but she just smiled weakly as she grabbed her suit."You know what he's like. He can and will ban all his teams and fuck us. Our own fault. Don't worry, I think I will be ok. After all, I'm an honour student. We don't have accidents. Come on. Its not that bad. A quick 30 min under then that’s us for the day." In silence we rigged up. Suit on, zipped up, set and weights strapped in place, hood, mask, the whole nine yards.
As we walked down carrying fins and gloves, I could see the sweat on her head that had nothing to do with the gear. Waving to the other team ready to go we pushed through the surf to the boat. As we climbed in I could see her tense up. She saw my worried glance and shook her head slightly. Her breathing slowed as she concentrated on maintaining her poise and dignity. The ride out was the worst. Alex wasn't going slow as we bounced across the rising tide to the 21m marker bouy. Even I felt the jolts in my half empty bladder. As I looked up against the spray I saw her holding her breath, eyes screwed shut. As we slowed to the spot she started gasping. Her eyes flew open and she startled as she reached out and grabbed my arm. I saw a small tear roll down her cheek as she grimaced. She was starting to loose control."Go" was the single barked command from Alex so we donned mask, gloves and fin before slipping into the water. We didn't hang around. A single fast decent to 21 meters, eyes glued to our gauges, gripping on to our survey gear to carry out a static photography survey of the bottom. I have to hand it to Sam. If it had been me I wouldn't have been anywhere near as co-ordinated. At the bottom we came to a perfect rest 1 meter off the bottom. In the distance was the slowly settling cloud of silt from the first team who incurred Alex's wrath for not being as slick at depth control. The second team was already swimming off, Alex in tow for their navigation exercise. We were alone for now. I grabbed my slate and pencil"You ok?" I wrote. She gave me the thumbs up signal signifying no problem. Not what I meant. We had already exchanged the standard check signals post decent. I pointed to my slate again. I could see her look at me across the half meter gap between us."Lets get on with it" was her scribbled reply. I searched her eyes through our masks trying to tell but nothing. I shrugged and readied the gear.Fastest survey ever. 15 minutes we were done even with a few pauses by Sam. We finished and immediately ascended to the surface throwing our loose gear into the rib. As we clung on to the side, I whispered to her."How you doing?""I don't know. I think I might have peed a little. It might be the suit." Wishful thinking. I know her suit. Leaks at the wrists and left calf. Nothing crotch or thighs."Don't worry about it." I whispered back. "10 min we will be back in. The other team should be up soon. Let’s climb in." She glanced at me with a smile that was difficult to figure out the emotion behind it. Then I realised. There was no way she would be able to climb into the rib without loosing control. "Uh... Just wait." I said sheepishly. I pulled myself in. Once in I gestured for her to pass me her set and belt. She slipped out of it and gratefully passed it to me. After pulling it in to the amused stare of Ian (todays boat driver) I offered my hands to her. With no gear or weights she was easy to pull up high enough that she could sit outboard of the boat and swing her legs in. Even that cost her. As Ian looked back to the expected surface point of team 2 I saw her drop to her knees, grabbing herself with both hands. She looked up to me with a look of such anguish that I nearly cracked right there. I dropped down next to her and put an arm around her."Just a little bit longer. Those idiots will be up any minute. Bang into shore then you can go to the loos. Don't worry bout your gear. I've got it.""Thanks" she said through gritted teeth. Eyes screwed up she was breathing hard now, still clutching with both hands. She tried to straighten up, tried to slow her breathing but I could tell it was getting past the point of control. Embarrassed for her I stood up and joined Ian in looking out for team 2, giving her some of the privacy to regain control she must have so desperately wanted. After a few minutes they surfaced about 150m from the boat. Ian grinned and gunned the engine into lift. The rib vibrated as he set off, the sudden acceleration taking its toll judging from the gasp behind me. By the time we got to the three forms bobbing in the waves Sam had regained composure. Sitting on her heel on the back bench of the rib she was a picture of calm. Her red eyes explained by the saltwater that had us all a little bloodshot. Wet hair plastered down one side of her flushed face. A slightly sad smile on her lips. Her beauty really struck me then. God, even almost past the point of no return she managed to look hotter than hell. I joined in helping pull the team in then sat between them and Sam. As we drove for the shore (more sedately than the rollercoaster ride out) she leaned against my back, resting her forehead between my shoulder blades. Over the twin engines and the sound of wind and surf I heard her speak."Thanks" was all she could say.After we pulled up, everyone piled out but us. Gear was pulled out around us and Ian gave us a look but I waved him off as they all disappeared up to the field. Behind me Sam stirred"Sorry about this Stuart." She whispered. As she stood up it seemed like she was going to try one last attempt to hold on but she was defeated. With a single sob she stood tall and finally her grip on her bladder broke. Even through the suit I could hear the hissing as she let go. Her face flushed red as she once again screwed her eyes shut. After about 10-15 seconds I saw her relax and the expression changed to one of bliss as the hissing increased. For an eternity I looked at her as she wet herself. I could imagine the hot pee jetting out of her, soaking panties, long johns and joggers to pool in the feet of her suit. I couldn't look away if you paid me. The bliss on her face was perfect, right down to the slight bite on her lip. When she finally stopped we stood for another minute lost in our own world. Then her eyes flew open. She grabbed at me."Help me get to shore. Now" she commanded"Ok, grab your set and I'll......""No" she cut me off. "I told you... I need more than a pee" she finished in a quiet little voice. Oh. Yeh."Ummm, ok. Here". I jumped out the boat, our gear forgotten. I offered my hand and helped her up the beach and to the entrance of the field. 150 or so meters was the loo block (and a single lockable shower) and her salvation from complete humiliation. We slowly made our way up the dirt track, past all the others now relaxing before group 3s final dive, past the vans. As we passed our spot she barked "bag" and I grabbed her bag with its change of clothes. We carried on to the small brick building before us but it was too late. As we rounded the side to the entrance (thankfully now shielded from view) she stopped dead. Stiffening up, the grip on my arm tightened up to beyond painfully. Even through my drysuit I could feel her nails dig in as the last bit of control left her.She gasped and doubled over. She was now clutching at her ass with her free hand, thrust between her legs. She groaned and went red in the face. At this point I wasn't even sure if she was still fighting or just getting it all out, finishing completely going to the toilet in her outfit. She stayed like that for several minutes, breathing hard, slightly hunched up, tears slowly streaming down her cheeks. After and age she slowly released her grip on me then straightened up."Fuck. Why today?" she gasped. "Why now?" She looked up at me "why you?" She asked before bursting into tears. She clutched me and without thinking I pulled her into a tight hug."It’s ok" I whispered into her ear. "It’s ok. It happens. It’s ok". We clung together for several minutes her sobbing and me just saying anything to make her feel better, telling her its ok over and over. As she finally regained composure she pushed me off."Stop. This isn't ok. Not even close. This doesn't just happen to girls my age. To no one my age. FUCK" a final shout to vent her feelings. She turned to leave but I reached out and grabbed her shoulder."Don't be stupid" I said to her clear surprise. "You’re hardly the first person to have an accident you know. You probably aren't even the last in Scotland this hour. It ok""Oh come on. How many other people do you know who has even had such a humiliating accident as this?" She asked. I decided to go for broke."You think this is humiliating?" I asked "try wetting yourself in front of about 100 or so people. At least I'm the only one to know and I won't be telling anyone about this, I swear." She looked at me now with curiosity."When did you do that?""Download festival last summer. A day of drinking, running to the massive que for the porta loos and not making in in time. Light urban combats that went dark and clinging when wet. Everyone saw, everyone laughed. That was humiliating. Trust me, this doesn't compare.""Wow" was all she could say, eyes wide. Then her face slid into her naughty little grin. "Ok. You may have me beat on the humiliation scale but at least you didn't crap yourself. Or did you?""Not then no" was my grinned reply."Wait, so when did you then?" Dammit. I let that slip. I sighed."Also last year. Not drunk, just coming off antibiotics that had me stopped up. I finished the course and so did nature. I was out shopping when I just had to go. Nothing nearby and by the time I got to a nearby MacDonnalds it was too late. Luckily I was wearing loose combats again and at least I didn't pee myself. I managed to hide it, walked back to my car and drove home sat on a plastic bag." She goggled at the last bit"That must have been.......a sticky situation." With that lame joke she burst into laughter that had her bending over again clutching at her stomach. At least she wasn't crying again. Her laughter was infectious. I started to giggle."Laugh it up" I said. "You’re the one who still has a clean-up operation to do." She straightened up and looked at me, eyes full of tears of mirth instead of embarrassment. She sobered up a bit, clearly worried again. "Look," I started. "Your suit will need a wash. Whip it off and chuck us it hear. I'll wash it under the hose and leave it to dry inside out. No one will know. You can clean up and change in the shower. If anyone asks about your behaviour just tell them you felt sick and had to run."That evil little grin again. "Whip it off you say? How daring Stu. If I didn't know better I'd say you just wanted to see me all wet and messy.""What makes you think I don't?" I replied, a mischievous grin of my own. Then I froze as her eyes widened. Shit, did I just say that?Her eyes narrowed as she turned away. She glanced back over her shoulder, face split with a grin again. "Unzip me" she purred. I gulped and stepped up. One smooth motion and her suit was opened up. She bent over to let her pull the top off her head. As she stood up she whipped her hair back. She glanced back. "Thanks" she said before starting to bend over again. This time she slowly peeled off the suit. What a sight. As it pulled down passed her clingy black T-shirt her grey sweats were exposed. From halfway up to her waist band all the way down to the cuffs, the thick, drenched and darkened material clung to her body. The contours of her perfect ass with its bulge the size of a softball, of her shapely legs free to view. As she stepped out of the legs the sucking sound as her soaked cotton socks pulled free from the small pool in each made her giggle again. Her scent hit me next. A soft smell of girl pee with a darker earthy undercut of her poop. Not unpleasant. Not at all. She spun round almost bouncing in place. "Whats the damage she asked, looking down at herself now, trying to twist on the spot to assess everything. From the front it was glorious. Her wet clothes clinging tight against her body, soaked out almost to her hips, only a thin strip down the outside dry and safe. I gulped again. Then grinned at her."Apart from a bulge and the obvious wetness, nothing visible on the joggers. They might get away with just a rinse for now. Whip them off" I said in my most commanding voice.She mock glared at me, eyes flashing with a curious and unexpected intent that was becoming more obvious to both of use as the scenario played out."Hmmm. I think your right" she spun to face away again and put her hands to the waistband. Again, the slow sensual peel off of the wet material. Underneath, her tight longjohns we dark red all over, beads of pee being released to run down the saturated material by her movements. The bulge, much more obvious, was nestled between her peachy little cheeks, still no staining visible to further darken the material. She kicked off the sweats to a damp heap on top of her suit. "Done" she said with a breathy voice, spinning around, her breathing fast and shallow now, matching my own. Both of us were getting flushed again and if it wasn't for my suit still zipped around my body, my excitement would be obvious for anyone who cared to look. And from her quick glances she was trying to look."Long johns next" I almost whispered to her. She nodded and turned denying me the view of the tight red material clinging to her, contouring her pussy perfectly. As her hands moved to her waistband she paused. This would be the big one for her, for both of us. She started to pull then stopped, glanced back at me. Her eyes held a strange expression as she saw the obvious hunger in my own eyes. She turned away again and the tight thermals started their slow decent down her legs. The light blue lacy waistband preceded her now translucent white cotton French knickers. A large dark solid mass of poop dragging them down slightly now they were free from the thermals keeping everything tight against her smooth milky white skin. As she bent further over the mass hid anything else from view but who was I to complain. Her legs were as perfect as I imagined marred only by a thin scar on her right calf. Muscles flexed as she was now bent fully over before pulling first one leg then the other free of her last layer and her socks. She stood up suddenly spinning and, in one smooth move, pulled off her T-shirt as she stood. Again the hair whipped back (who doesn't love the long wet hair look) and her tight, toned flat stomach and abs were exposed above her panties, the tight dark strip of her pubic hair visible seeming to invite the eyes down to her lips below. My eyes dragged up, her arms now folded just below the swell of her b cup breasts, pushing those perky mounds together under a matching white cotton bra trimmed in blue lace. Her nipples where obvious, hardened and proud under the tight material. She shook her head, letting her hair fall to brush against them, the wetness dampening and tuning the bra as tantalisingly see through as the panties. Nipples small and dark against the white skin. Her face was red as she looked at me, watching me take it all in. Eventually our eyes met."Stunning" I breathed. Her blush deepened."Im like a naughty little girl, wet and messy" she replied, eyes down."Never. I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful as you look now." She smiled back up to me. Her arms separated and she stepped into my offered embrace. Our lips met, the kiss soft at first but swiftly developing into a fierce, lust filled move. My hands ran down her back and through her hair, pulling her into a deeper kiss. Her leg moved up my hip to circle around me and my other hand dropped lower. Cupping her ass, fingers brushed against her bulge. That was enough to push it against her sweet little rose bud. She pulled back."Do it" she moaned as she dove back into the kiss. I wasted no time in cupping the bulge of her firm movement, squashing it slightly, mashing it up against her ass. Still kissing I felt rather than heard her moan again. Her pussy was grinding down onto my thigh now, both her hands around my back and shoulders pulling herself in tighter and tighter. We were lost to the world right then. Even as I felt her tense up, her breath coming in short ragged gasps, I felt my own orgasm start to build just from her rubbing against my body, my erection tight between us under my now cursed suit. As she clung to me, shaking in her release I heard a hissing as the final remnants of her bladder released. My probing fingers pushed deeper, catching the last of her stream through her panties. As my finger tips brushed her waiting lips below she squealed as a second orgasm hit her. Her back arched, head pulled away from me, exposing her breasts again, her pee running down my suit. I didn't hold back and gasped as my own release hit me like a train. As cum pumped into my briefs I bit back my own yell as Sam gasped loudly, panting as she started to come down from her cloud of bliss. We clung together for what seemed like an hour. Eventually she looked up at me. She almost looked ready to cry."God. You have no idea how much I wanted this. Maybe not like this, but me and you." Her voice was deep from her short breath as she pushed her face into my chest. "For my first time I wanted it to be you. I liked you since we met. The others all think they can spin a gash little story and get into me but you never tried that. Never would.I could tell you were shy but interested. I wanted you. I hoped being buddys could lead to something. I never imagined it would be like or as good as that though""This scenario wasn't on the cards then?""No" she snorted with laughter. Then she turned her head up to me. "It's not something that turns you off is it?""Let's just say this could be something we could explore together maybe".She grinned. That cheeky little grin that turns me to jelly. "Hmmm. Maybe. I might need to shop for more underwear though if I keep this up though. And you". I nodded."When you said first?""Umm. Yeh." She looked down and away. "I'm 22. It must be weird to still be a virgin". I pulled her back into a hug."Not really. I’m the same age and not exactly a top shagger." Another snort of laughter. "I'm not a virgin but I'm not that experienced. Two girlfriends to date and with neither did I dare share what we just did""Well, me anyway" Sam said, pushing off me again. She stepped back, letting me look at her again. "I expect catch up" she growled in mock fierceness, her finger jabbing at my chest. All I could do was nod, once again struck dumb by her beauty. "Tonight. Tonight we get some dinner, just us, then we find a quiet pub in town and see were the night goes. Sound good?" she finished, bouncing again slightly on the balls of her bare feet, still standing in the small puddle of her second "accident"."Dinner. Drinks to charge up, then catch up. I think I can do that. Then, maybe another first?"A coy little look in reply, eyes flashing under dark lashes."It's a date!" She said before grabbing her nearby bag and dodging into the shower unit to clean up, leaving me to handle the rest.
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More to come. Next chapter will be a first, very wet, date. |
Part two. This is just wetting. Results of a first, fantastic date. Now moving far more into fiction. My memory of Kirkwall and the event's have been blurred by many, many moons. I know we ate in a Chinese but I don't think it was up stairs? As my memory is faulty and the story is verging heavily into "made up" I have taken liberties in the layout of the city and it's places. Sorry to any locals looking for authenticity. Hope people like my writing and constructive criticism or feedback is appreciated.
Enjoy
Part two. Catch up.As Samantha and I sat opposite each other in Kirkwall’s best Chinese restaurant my mind cast back over the day’s events. After our exciting discovery of what we now shared between us, everything was a bit of a blur. After Sam skipped into the shower to clean up I had used the available hose to wash out her suit (not at all bothered by the fact it was full of her pee) and rinsed her clothes out for her before popping into the woman's side of the toilets to leave them hanging to dry. I couldn't help but draw deeply on the aroma of her long johns before washing them out though. The slightly sharp sent of her pee mixed with its own and the seas salty tang made me instantly hard again. As she washed her body in private I washed my own, first rinsing the outside of my suit then stripping if off with practiced speed to hang next to hers outside. Jumping into the gents I took care of my own "leak" and rearranged my clothing just as she came out of the shower unit, now dressed in loose black trousers and plain dark blue polo shirt. After chucking her diving cloths into a bin bag to join her underwear, we grabbed the suits and walked back to join the others.Sorting our gear out and sitting around waiting for the last dive of the day to end had been agony. Stealing glances at each other we had sat apart, chatting to the others about nothing in particular. No one mentioned our behaviour from before or her unusual change in cloths. And no one seemed to sense any change between us. When everyone was up and back we completed the daily ritual of loading the van and piling into the mini bus for the drive back to the dive unit in Stromness. Charging bottles and cleaning and sorting all the gear took another hour before we got the nod to head off to do what we wanted. Normally this would be a swift dive into our hostel where I and the other lads stayed for the five weeks and Sam back to her rented room in the house of a relative of Rob the instructors.A swift dinner of super noodles and chicken would normally prelude hitting the local (and only) pub for 8-10 pints of Guinness. Not tonight though. I wave off the others claiming I wasn’t feeling 100% and showered and changed into something more decent than the days dive rig, our normal fare for the pub . Stromness is a diving town. It was usual to not bother changing. Instead, a fresh pair of plain black briefs over a pair of black jeans and a light gray polo. Something I could "play catchup" in and still be responsibly discreet in, as I felt my own "not in public" rule to deliberate wettings was about to be broken. As the others poured out of the hostel I left and walked up the street to Sam's house, catching her as she stepped outside, right on time. She had changed again, now dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt. She spun to my appreciative wolf whistle to show off how the jeans clung to her every curve. Her long hair pulled into a ponytail reaching down to just above the small of her back. We came together for a quick embrace, a quick kiss that seemed much more nervous than our exchange earlier in the day. We walked further down the street quite shy around each other as we went searching for the town’s only taxI service to take us into the big city of Kirkwall. A 20 minute ride and we soon settled into our seats upstairs overlooking the cathedral in the centre of town."So," she asked after our drinks of lager and chilled water had arrived. "This whole "accident" thing. Not your first time then?"I swallowed a gulp of beer nervously. I had decided not to hold back because if this could work, I was going for it."Well. I told you about my two accidents previous". She nodded her remembrance. "They were both genuine accidents but neither accident was my first. I stumbled across watersports in high school after seeing one of the girls there wet herself deliberately to get out of a class. I remember feeling so turned on by watching her do it and I couldn't understand it. Everyone else was disgusted by what she did but not me. I looked it up on the internet. It’s called oromoroshi. Japanese. Basically, a love or fetish for getting desperate or seeing others that way and having accidents. It just turned me on and I can't explain how or why but it does. I tried it at home and was hooked" I looked up to see her staring into my eyes as I spoke. "I never would have wanted you to have an accident like today but I admit, I found the whole thing hot. God knows why it turns me on but......there you go. The pooping thing kind of followed on logically from that and again the internet showed me that that was its own subset of the whole scat scene which actually freaks me out a little. Having an accident, deliberate or not is one thing, but if it leaves the pants for anything other than being dumped then I'm out." Sam nodded as she followed what I was saying, glancing around quickly to see if anyone could be listening."I think I understand. I admit that going when your desperate, I mean so desperate your dancing around like a loon does feel amazing sometimes. I just never considered the idea of just letting it happen an option. When I finally did pee today on the boat all I could think was "holy shit this feels sooo good". As mortified as I was it felt so...fantastic letting go like that. The heat and wetness spreading through the layers. It was indescribable. Even pooping myself. Feeling it slide out slowly, tenting my pants until I had to push to get it out. Feeling it smoosh into a ball under me, spreading out slightly. The new heat of it against my skin. Doing it in front of you was killing me. I was mortified. "What must he think, good god everything is ruined" but when you held me and told me it was alright it was all too much. The sensations I was feeling and everything. I was embarrassed to cry on you like that but it was so overwhelming." Sam sat back in her seat taking a gulp of her beer then the ice water. "All I could think when I finally got myself together was that I must have misunderstood you, that you had to be disgusted by what I did. When you told me about your own accidents, that you were far from bothered by what I'd done, I was ecstatic." She flashed me that killer grin of hers again. "I hope you appreciated what came next"I sat back and sighed at her. "To fucking right I did. I had my own little accident to clean up after as well. You weren't alone in your orgasm.""Shhhhh" she hissed looking around again. No one was close and the light background music hid our conversation. She looked back. "That was.....ok, that was....." Flustered and blushing deep red she glared at me. She gulped a big mouthful of beer again then took a deep breath to calm herself. "That was something else. Doing... It, on my own, I have never had two orgasms or any orgasm like that. I couldn't believe it. I even wet myself again and I thought I was empty. Completely. If that’s what oromoroshi can do to me then...damn." She glanced up, eyes shining again. "Or maybe it was you. Like I said, I've been crushing on you since we met last year for the intro dives back at uni. You were so much cooler than the others. Their all so obvious and oblivious at the same time. Sniffing around. You were all shy and mysterious and..... dignified. I liked that. I liked you." She reached out and we joined hands across the table. "I'm serious" she continued, almost whispering. "My first time. I want it to be you. If you'll have a wet messy accident-prone girl like me." She looked away, eyes wet now from the tears threatening to spill over, raw emotion plain on her face. I reached out to cup her face with my hand and dragged her back up to look at me before leaning in for a long, deep kiss."I would be honoured to be you first" I replied to her question as we broke apart. She blushed again. "I take it from your statement that today's activities were not a one off then?" A smirk was my answer."I guess we can see how the beer affects me. After a few I always break the seal far too early". We laughed at her statement and before we could continue a waiter appeared with our starters. As we ate and drank our fill, conversation turned to other things. Music and movies were the main topics but we also discussed our mutual love of gaming, arguing playfully over what was best. Final fantasy or zelda. Sonic or Mario for the old school in us. Eventually, after an excellent meal two jugs of water and four pints of asakI each we payed our bill, Sam refusing to let me cover it saying that her family was loaded where I was usually skint, working two jobs in Edinburgh to pay my way. I was l little miffed but she said that our relationship was going to be....unconventional enough so why stick to normal roles. I relented enough to let her pay half. We then wandered out into town to explore the darkening night and see where it could take us.The weather started to cool as we wandered around, eventually dipping into a small old fashioned pub thanks to the music drifting out its door. The Pouges featured heavily on the playlist as we sat with fresh drinks between us at a little table near the back, exploring our knowledge of books. The smoky atmosphere not really bothering us as the clientele of older men and woman, obviously locals and not the tourists who were usually thick on the ground in town sat around us unwinding from the day. After a spirited discussion of the works of Sir Terry Pratchett I stared to recognise the signs. Her legs started to rub together and her conversation slowly died to nothing. A few knowing glances between us were confirmed with a nod and a smile. She was filling up rapidly. I got another round of drinks eager for the start of the entertainment. I could feel my own bladder start to fill as I stood at the bar but experience told me I had at least a couple of hours before I was in real trouble. I slipped in next to her, dragging my chair to sit closer so I could lean into her. Her sent filled my nostrils, the floral hint of her shampoo mingling with a light musk from her perfume. I kissed her again, emboldened by the booze and a growing sense of ease around this remarkable woman. We kissed for several minutes, our hands either linked on the table or running through each other’s hair. As we pulled apart, I nuzzled into her neck and began to whisper."You starting to get desperate again aren't you?" My question was answered by a small nod. "Filling up. Fidgeting like a little girl. How long before I get a little dance from you?""I don't know" was her quiet little reply, almost squeaked as I nibbled on her ear. "I need to go. It's the beer. I need to go or I'll have an accident right hear in the pub.""Hmmmm" I breathed onto her. "Poor little baby. Two pee pee accidents in one day. How naughty. Its almost like your getting turned on by the idea.""Well who's fault is that then? I was perfectly respectable before I met you." Her eye flashed at me again. "Your corrupting my innocent ways. Now, all I can think is about letting go. About the warmth spreading into my panties. Into my jeans. They won't hide a thing. Everyone will be able to see. And it will be your fault." As she said all this her squirming had continued. Our hands on the table separated as she went to hold herself. She gazed into my eyes then leaned in to whisper into my ear. "But it's far too early to start any games yet." She stood up, bouncing to her feet. "I'm off to the loo. Back in a bit" she wiggled her way out past me, pushing her breasts against my head as she passed. With another impish grin she swayed her hip on the way to the signposted toilets. As she passed, one of the local gents turned to give me a grin and a thumbs up. "I know" I thought to myself returning the gesture with a weak smile. "And you don't know the half of it mate." I sat back in my seat, adjusting myself to hide my now obvious reaction to Sam's game.When she returned she wordless nodded to me then the loos but broke into a grin at my swift shake of the head. Our conversation turned back to literature then and as the hours started to drift past to the steady march of drinks and her increasingly frequent trips to the toilet, we discussed anything we thought of. Family, hope and aspirations, favourite Pokémon even (Squirtle swiftly agreed by both. I mean come on. What else?). Through all of it, it was my turn to fill. To fidget as my bladder started to stretch. I was desperate now. I knew I had at most 30 minutes in me, probably less if we moved on. As I stared to hold myself discreetly under the table, I could see her excitement rise. Eventually as we finished our fourth pint, she again rose to her feet, this time pulling my to mine."I want to go for a walk" she exclaimed, dragging me to the door. I followed her into the night, waving and yelling our goodbyes to the bar staff who shouted their own goodbyes. I made it into the street without hobbling like a fool but in the cold air, it hit me like a sledgehammer I felt my bladder contract and my muscles started to ache. Looking across I could see the cold having a similar effect on Sam with the added benefit of watching her nipples harden against the fabric of her shirt, now pulled in tight against her perky breasts. As we moved across the road and into a small open area of grassy parkland next to the cathedral, I felt my pee start to move. I was having to seriously squeeze myself now, gripping the end of my cock for all’s worth. Samantha looked almost as bad, one hand holding herself shamelessly but she had been to the toilet only 15 minutes before and, even accounting for the broken seal, was nowhere near as bad. As we sat on a wooden bench I felt the first pulse of my bladder, a seconds worth of flow, warming and dampening my briefs, the heat and wetness spreading into a spot the size of a £2 coin in my crotch.As I gasped loudly at the loss of control Samantha's eyes snapped to my crotch."Did you?" She asked, her breathing shallow and harsh in the quiet night."A little" was my curt reply. All effort was in trying to stop the impending flood. This was serious. The last time I did this I was humiliated in front of nearly a hundred strangers but now, as scared as I was of the coming accident, of being in public, of Sam realising this wasn't for her and leaving me alone and soaked on that bench I realised I had neither a choice or any real desire to stop. I leaned back, one arm around Samantha's shoulders the other now placed on my thigh. Even as my cock swelled before the pee started to lash out of me, I felt Samantha's hand replace mine. She rubbed my crotch, a sharp intake of breath at feeling the dampness followed by a squeal of delight as my thick stream of piss flooded my jeans. I could feel it hitting my pubic hair before flowing up and back down around my hips. Instantly soaking through the layers of my clothing. Running over my rapidly growing cock, the warmth enveloping my balls before flooding the seat under me and running off to the grass below. A hissing, burbling sound filled the air as it filtered through my saturated jeans, my own gasps halted as we both held our breath as I completely went to the toilet in my clothes, completely flooded myself, the bench and Sam's hand, now rubbing up my growing length through the soaked material. And still it kept coming. I knew I could hold a lot but damn. It seemed to go on for minutes. I could feel every part of my jeans were soaked now, my stream collecting on the wooden slats, dripping down the back of my legs till my socks started to feel a familiar warm wetness. It spread beside me, slowly dampening the leg and seat of Samantha's own jeans. The bottom of my shirt was even getting a drenching as I had sat partially on the back of it. My breathing finally returned to normal as the stream started to die. Both of us sat in wonder at what had happened. As Sam's hand continued its rubbing, before I even knew what was happening, I came hard, flooding my briefs with a new, slick wetness. I gasped and bent over, my free hand grabbing hers and holding it in place as I felt my cock pulse again and again. A feral groan escaped me as I sat there, completely out of control of my own body.As I came down I looked over to her shakily. The eyes that met mine where wide, shining bright in the scatter off the floodlight enveloping the nearby cathedral. She was flushed and sweaty, strands of her hair plastered damply against her forehead, the rest still in its tight ponytail. She leaned in for our most hungry, passionate kiss yet. Our lips and tongues met, her free hand, now wet with my pee ran up my chest under my polo, my own, damp now as well, groped at her through her shirt. She bit my lip wildly and I tasted blood but the pain was sharp and exciting. Without words I started to pull her onto me and she straddled me on the seat. The heat I felt as I rubbed her through her jeans, the dampness I swore I felt had nothing to do with her own impending flood. Her nipples were hard under my touch, my hand quickly finding its way into her shirt, pulling it up. A lacy dark red satin bra greeted me, panels of sheer lace showing of her dark little nipples. I hungrily leaned in to kiss them, tasting a trace of my own salty pee from my groping.As she pushed her chest into my face my other hand felt a brief wave of wetness. I pushed her back slightly, letting me gaze down to the expanding rose on her jeans. She shuddered, her breath held again as a second wave flooded out of her, her thighs now darkening rapidly. Again she stopped, holding on for all she could. I continued rubbing her, returning the her earlier favour. I lent back in to kiss the other breast, first licking the exposed skin before tonguing then biting gently on the nipple. I was rewarded with a deep moan from her and a third much longer flood. This time, as the first of her drops stared to fall on me she couldn't stop. Another moan was coupled with an increase in flow, the drops becoming a stream and for the second time that night my crotch was flooded with the warm wetness of pee as her bladder emptied it's self into her outfit, streaming noisily out of her sodden jeans to run over my stomach as she rose on her knees, flooding more of my shirt, everything I had on now drenched from below my chest. The heat spread around us and my rubbings had the desired effect. Even as she peed for all she was worth, she screamed as her orgasm swept over her, arching her back enough that I had to grab her and pull her tight to me to stop her falling off. Her nails bit into my shoulder blade where she was grabbing me, the pain playing nicely again, cutting through my own feeling of ecstasy from my duel release. As she spent herself, her muscles relaxed and, as her stream died, she flopped onto me. I once again received a face full of her breasts as she clutched at me. God I loved this womanAfter a minute or so of hard breathing we both sat up, stealing a gentle kiss before pulling apart. That’s when we both realised we were sitting in a small cloud of steam from the cold night and our bladder's efforts. Samantha looked at me, giggled then burst out laughing. She jumped off the bench then started to skip around in front of me as I lent back into the bench, my legs spread wide in our steaming puddle."I knew that was hot" she laughed at me, "but I didn't realise it was smoking hot,". I groaned and then laughed at her joke. This incredible woman and her incredibly lame jokes. How had I thought she was funny? At that moment I didn't care. As she danced in her soaked jeans before me, I realised that she was as hooked on me as I was on her. To show her dorky side like this, skipping and dancing in her wetness, was probably even more a big deal than sharing said wetting and orgasm. I stood up and pulled her into a deep kiss as I once again reflected how lucky I was, and how much I was going to enjoy the last half of this diving course.
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I haven't written it yet but I am planning at least 5 or 6 more parts to this story, as the relationship continues to grow and as we continue to explore ourselves and our mutual fetish. If people want, I can release updates with and without any further messing. There won't be much, but it will be there. Let me know i guess.
Edited May 8, 2019 by RNSL81
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Hey everyone. I feel relay happy that I have gotten the positive comments. Part three was originally going to be a single chapter but as I wrote it, ended up being one and a half. Ish. Its only wetting and its toward then end but I felt that it was important to fully establish quite a lot of things so, although both parts are fairly short and, I feel, quite story heavy, I feel that they will let me move on and have fun with the later chapters. Even as I wrote this several more occurred to me. Shared wetting of diapers at 35 meters and in a dry suit anyone?
As before, would love to get any feedback or constructive criticism. Message me or let me know in the comments.
Part 3. Homeward bound.
“WHATS GOING ON HERE!”
Sam and I froze as the shout shocked us to the core. A torch beam spit the darkness cast by the shadow of the moonlit church as a man moved into view around its side.
“What in the hell is this then?” he asked quietly as he moved towards us taking in the scene. Sam now hugging as close to me as she could trying to hide herself, jeans dark with her pee, Me in clearly soaked jeans and polo, both of us still steaming gently in the cold air.
“Um” I started, not sure how to even begin explaining things to this guy. Then I took a real look at him. High-vis vest, radio, cap. Oh. A cop. The future suddenly looked considerably less pleasurable. “I swear we weren’t having sex in public” I blurted out. Sam squeaked against my chest as it hit her as well that that could be a real crime. “We were making out and got a bit carried away and had a little accident in the moment. We weren’t exposing ourselves or doing anything or…or….” I was babbling now, trying to figure out how the hell we were going to get out of this.
A sigh from the cop cut me off. His torch lowered and his head slumped. “Bloody tourists.” was his long-suffering sounding response. He looked up. “Let me guess. You’re hear on a holiday and thought that this was the perfect time to play out your little watersports fantasy?”
“No officer” was my quiet reply. “Were over in Stromness on a diving course” I turned to face him fully and allowed Sam to slide behind me and hide herself. As her head rested between my shoulder blades I heard a sob from behind me and realised just how humiliated and upset she was. After all. I was burning red with shame and felt like crying myself. The officer squinted at me.
“At the uni labs? The commercial course” I nodded, staring down at me feet. “I should have known.” He switched off the torch now, sliding it into a loop on his belt. “And so what do you plan on doing now then? I know all the taxi drivers and none of them are taking you in that state.” Still not looking at him I shrugged. I had actually been wondering that exact issue myself. Another sigh. “You have a room in town to shower and change in. Or shag in as I guess that’s the ultimate objective of the night?” As I shook my head a deep sniffle behind me mirrored my own thoughts. That was the plan for the evening. Was.
For what seemed like an eternity the cop stared at the two of us, taking in the drenched clothes, my own obvious embarrassment and Sam’s fear, hiding behind me. One final, long sigh.
”OK then. Come on with me. My car has plastic covers in the back. A bit of wee won’t hurt them, they’ve seen worse. And plenty of the same as well. I can take you back through to Stromness and drop you wherever you’re staying.” He turned away from us, heading back to the corner of the church. Sensing our obvious reluctance to follow he turned back. “You two are not getting a better deal than that. No charges, criminal or financial, no arrests for…public order. No-one has to find out. I can see how upset you both are so maybe this did just get away from you both. It’s up to you.”
I gently turned around to Sam. She looked as red and upset as I felt. She gazed up at me then nodded wordlessly. I turned away, taking her hand in mine and led her after the cop. We quickly caught up and he led us to the path and along the front of the church. Luckily the streets were deserted and, in the dim light of the street lights, you had to look close to see what we had been up to. Parked about twenty meters away was a small cop car. Not one of the big estates or 4x4s, just a local beat cops squad car. As we approached he pulled out his keys and unlocked the car. Before he climbed in he turned to us.
“Scot” He said.
“Stuart and Samantha.”
“OK. Hop in then. It’s about 30 minutes. I’d appreciate it if you two just sat quietly and didn’t get up to any further hanky panky in the back. And if you need to go again, then please let me know. A little transfer off your clothes is one thing, a puddle in the back is another.”
“Thank you Scot” Sam finally spoke up. “I now this must be a hassle for you and I…We really do appreciate it. I had no idea what we were going to do. I never really thought.”
“Well,” he replied as we climbed into the car. “I guess given that you both look a little drunk that you got too carried away. Honestly, from you lot out of the uni this isn’t the worst you lot have behaved. Maybe not this years class, yet, but previous years have caused issues. This wee car has seen a grand slam in the back. That was a hassle to clean up. Five minutes with a damp cloth and the car will be as good as new from you two. Where you heading to by the way?” I looked at Sam again as the car set off. She gazed into my eyes, clearly overcoming the embarrassment of being caught now that the world wasn’t ending. She suddenly looked away shyly. She told Scot her address and settled down and snuggled into me. She giggled lightly.
“Wee car.” She managed to get out between giggles. I groaned as she took a deep breath to steady herself. She might have been close to a bit hysterical.
Your all damp” she whispered to me
“And who’s fault is that?” Another giggle.
“Sorry. I guess we did get a little carried away. You still want to come back to mine” My heart broke slightly at the vulnerability in that last question. I pulled her into a hug.
“Yes babe. I would still love to come round. If you still want me.” She squeezed me tightly and I felt her nod. “In that case I’m sure you’ve boasted about how good your shower in the house is. And I believe Rob’s cousin is out at her boyfriends so we have it to ourselves. A nice long shower to clean up and sober up a bit more then we’ll see what happens next.”
The remainder of the car ride was made in total silence. It was a little uncomfortable but Sam and I just cuddled in the back and, as we weren’t getting up to anything more, Scot seemed content to just let us be. As we got closer to Stromness I started to get quite cold. Scot had the window down (probably a sensible option to stop the car filing with the smell of our “accident”). Our clothing had cooled and Sam shivered against me. I squeezed her tighter and rubbed her arm and shoulder. She looked up to me again and from a slight smile and wiggle of her hips and rub of her thighs I realised that she was starting to feel the continuing effects of the fluids we had drank again. As I realised that I realised I was the same. Not desperate, but thanks to the booze, the orgasm and the cold, I was starting to get quite full enough. To my relief thought, the lights of Stromness were just around the next bend. After only a few more minutes we pulled up outside Sam’s house. After we climbed out, slightly unsure what to do now, Scot leaned out of the window.
“Right you two. Don’t worry about the back, I’m heading back to the office, I’ll wipe the car down there. Just do me a favour. Don’t do this again. You will not get a repeat of my generosity. I advise planning ahead. And for advice, the Golden Rooms B and B has excellent service and doesn’t sweat the little things like an accident. It’s rooms live up to the name if you catch my drift.” A massive wink from Scot as he rolled up the window and started to pull away left us blown away, gaping after him in the street.
“Did he….” stammered Samantha. “Did he?”
“Well. Watersports is more mainstream than people might think. It certainly sound like he speaks from experience.” We gazed into each other’s eyes again. “Shall we?”
“Yes. I’m fucking freezing now”
“So I can see” At my reply she rubbed her own breasts, giving her hard nipples a squeeze between her fingers. Moaning slightly, it was clear that the night was hopefully just getting started.
She jumped past me suddenly with a jumpy energy, skipping up the stairs leading up to the door of her house. Keys quickly in hand she pulled open the door and turned to me. As I followed her up she bowed me into the hallway. The stairs led to the second floor before me and an open door to the right led to the living room. Down the hall was the kitchen. The lights were all off and the house silent confirming that we had the place to ourselves. A wall clock showed it wasn’t even half past ten. After shutting and locking the door behind me she spoke up.
“So…. I need a little wee again. I guess you do too?” I nodded at her questing. A slightly forced cheeky grin lit up her face. “Sooooo. In that case I have a proposal. In town I may have soaked your top just a little bit. How about you return the favour? I’m a little afraid that my poor white shirt won’t hid anything once it gets wet but it seems fair to me.” I groaned at the mental image that conjured up. He dark red bra suddenly on show under the shear wet top. Her tight stomach, hot pee running down it, down her hips and thighs. I was already hard in my jeans. She easily saw the bulge. Hesitating only slightly she continued “That’s clearly a yes then. Come on. Shower. The cubicle is huge. More than enough room for two. I have some nice thick towels on the heated rack and the heating on in my room. A nice double bed. That already has a waterproof mattress protector. And a supply of…” She turned bright red again and looked down, suddenly unable to contain the uneasiness that had been building since our exit of the car. “Condoms” she whispered. I smiled and pulled her into another hug. We kissed for the first time since the church. It went on for a long time. Eventually we parted.
“Sam,” I started gently. “We don’t need to rush this. I feel nervous already and it’s not my first time. It’s defiantly the first time I’ve felt like this though and I want it to be perfect for us both. If you want to slow things down, especially after what happened in town, especially as we’re both still a little drunk I totally understand. Even if we just end up having a kiss and a cuddle and I head out for now or we settle down into bed to sleep without going any further. I get it. I want this to be special for you. For you not to regret this in any way.
Even as I spoke, I could see her tear up. As I continued, she leaned into another embrace. Another sniffle came from my chest. For a few minutes we stood like that. One arm wrapped around her back, the other stroking her hair. Her head resting on my chest, arms around my waist. Suddenly her arms tightened around me.
“If I want to have a shower on my own and get into my jammies, can I lend you some shorts and you can sleep with me in the bed? I’ll throw your clothes in the washer/drier before we do. I just want…. Just want this to be right. I want this but….”
I hugged her tighter as I answered
“Of course. I’d love to spend the night. And I’m totally ok with that plan. If you throw me a towel and your wet clothes, I can figure out the washing machine and get it running while you shower. I’ll join you when I’m showered up as well. We can snuggle. I’d like that.” When I finished speaking she looked up at me. As I was expecting there were tears running down her cheeks. She smiled up to me and despite the tears her beauty once again took my breath.
“Thank you. Thank you. I’ll go and get everything sorted. I’ll put my stuff in a basket and leave it outside with a towel. The washing powder is under the sink. I….” She leaned into another hug. “Thank you.”
Three quarters of an hour later, clean and dry from the shower and in a pair of borrowed purple sleeping shorts I quietly knocked on her bedroom door. At her muffled invitation, I slipped into the room. A small lamp on the bedside table was the only light source. She was lying in her double bed under a thin looking duvet. Simple light blue bedding looked soft and inviting. All that was visible of Sam was her face framed by her beautiful hair spread over the pillows. Her fingers clutched at the duvet. I saw her shuffle slightly and the covers raised. Underneath, Sam was dressed in simple white satin pyjamas. They clung to her curves and for a second or two my passion flared. She was more beautiful than ever in that moment. The simple white fabric accenting her smooth, pale skin and her black hair. The space she left was inviting. I crossed over to the bed. Her eyes went wide at the bulge in my shorts from the overall effect of her beauty but she never said anything and I made no effort to drive the moment to anything further. I simply slid down beside her and let the covers flop over me. She pulled me against her and wrapped her limbs around my body but there was nothing sexual about it, even as we ourselves pressed against each other in the most exciting way. She seemed to melt into me and sighed as the tension of the whole night seemed to leave her. After a while I rolled over slightly and turned off the light. She rolled over as well, facing away from me and letting me wrap her up this time. Slowly, her breathing steadied and a could tell she was drifting off. I wasn’t far behind, smiling as I considered everything that had happened that day, taking in the sent of her, feeling her warmth against me. As I drifted into oblivion, I knew one thing. I was in love. This was something truly special.
Part 3.5 - The Morning After
I was drifting in a fluffy cloud, flying lightly along. Warm, calm contented. Apart from a niggly little itch. On my side. But it wasn’t an itch. It was a tickle. And it was getting worse. Suddenly I snapped awake as the tickle turned to a pinch.
“Whazzzt!” I mumbled, not quite sure where I was for a second. Then, as I heard the giggle from the warm body hugging tight to me it all came back. Sam’s hands moved away from my side where she had managed to tweak me into consciousness. A weak light poked between the curtains of the rooms window.
“Hey baby” she whispered breathily. “I thought you would sleep all morning.”
“Hmmm? What time is it?”
“Just gone seven. We need to be up at the school by nine. It takes ten minutes to walk up the hill.” She snuggled tight against me. Her breasts rubbing against my chest with only a thin layer of satin separating our skin. Her leg slid up between mine, thigh rubbing against my steadily hardening manhood. I moaned as the contact sent an electric shiver up my spine. “I feel much better this morning. No hang over. No sore head or upset tummy. No hesitations.” The last was said with another tight squeeze and a look direct into my eyes. I could see it as well. Passion and determination filled her eyes. Then they narrowed as an impish look took over her face. “I do have a very full bladder though.”
Fully awake now, in more ways than one, I grinned at her.
“Oh really. Hmmm. What do I do with that information. I suppose I should add that my own state is very similar. Morning pee and all that. I guess we have two choices. We get up and deal with that in the utterly boring normal way…” I trailed off and Sam grinned at me.
“Option two would be” she asked as she asked as she ran a single finger through my meagre chest hair, having pulled back a little bit. Her erect nipples were as proud and obvious as my own erection. She had a nervous energy about her again but I could tell that, so far, she was ready to see where this would go. I knew one thing. She was in the driver seat. What I said last night still stood.
“Well.” I pretended to consider the options for a few seconds. “I guess, seeing as there is only one loo, and we’d have to clamber all over each other to try and run to see who gets in first, and I doubt I can even stand up without at least leaking a little, maybe it would just be best if we snuggled here and let things take their course?”
“Hmmm” she murmured. “I don’t like the idea of fighting and climbing all over you. However….” With a swift movement she writhed beside me and was suddenly on top of me. Her weight settled over my hips and her hands were on my chest pinning me on the bed. She was sat directly on my crotch and I could feel her rubbing against me. The cotton of the shorts I was wearing rubbed against me driving me to even higher passion. I pushed my hips up against her even as she ground against me. She leaned down and kissed me hard. After a few seconds I let my hands again wander in search of her breasts. She moaned, the vibration reverberating through my mouth even as our tongues danced over each other. After a few more minutes I felt her stiffen on top of me and a warm wetness flood me. The heat of it was accompanied by a loud hissing as she ground against me and deliberately emptied her bladder over me. Within seconds her pyjama bottoms and my shorts were saturated. Her hot pee ran up my hips and stomach as I pushed up into her. Beneath me I could feel the hot pool spreading. It felt electric against my skin and I could barely make a coherent sound as I shot a load into my shorts. On top of me, between the grinding, my playing with her breasts over he satin top, between the passion of our kiss, I could feel her tense against my body and start to shake as her own orgasm overtook her. Even as she continued to pee all over her pyjamas, her bed and me, she pulled out of the kiss with a scream and buried her hed into my shoulder. On my chest, her hands gripped me and I felt her teeth bite into my flesh as she struggled to contain the pleasure flowing through her body. Like the pain from her nails last night, it was the final straw. I lost myself in the moment, waves of pleasure rocking my body, just as the waves of her hot pee washed over me. Eventually we were both spent. She finally flopped down onto my chest.
After an undefinable amount of time I came to my senses. On top of me was the most beautiful woman in the world in a post orgasmic haze. Beneath me was a veritable lake of pee. The water proof mattress cover was doing us proud. The sheet was saturated and the covers had been thrown off in the excitement. My bum was in a literal puddle were our combined weight pushed us down. Lovely. Looking at Samantha, she was still breathing hard. Her body flushed and, in all honestly, giving of the kind of glow that had to be felt rather than seen. She managed to look me in the eye.
“Holy fuck” she managed to gasp out. “I. I. Holy fuck. Stuart. That was. Holy fuck.”
“Samantha” I replied. “I want you so much right now. I can’t even describe it. Please. If you want this to happen say now. If you want this to stop say now because honestly, I’m losing it. I’m… God I love you. I’m not saying this to make you say yes. I’m… I’m not sure why I’m saying this except as literal truth. I love you, I want you. God Samantha. I love you.”
Above me, even as I spoke, I saw he eye widen, then tear up as I poured out my heart to her. As I finished she practically screamed my name and threw herself down in a tight embrace. Our kiss was, hands down, the most passionate yet. Her hands were down my body now. Beneath the raw wet heat of her and feeling her touch I was becoming hard again. It had been only minutes but it didn’t matter. My own hands resumed their exploration of her breasts, pulling the buttons of her top open as fast as I could, As her perfect B cup breasts spilled out I groaned again in pleasure. Seeing them bared for the first time was captivating. The small dark nipples stood proud on the impossibly perky mounds of her breasts. As my hands and then tongue explored them she writhed over me. My left hand traced from her breast down her now bare stomach. It hit the top of her satin pyjama bottoms, still remarkably dry. I rubbed against the waist band a few times, allowing a figure or two to slip under. After no response than a subtle nod I slid my hand down further. Under the dark stain of her pee-soaked crotch I felt her hair as my fingers explored her body. My fingers ran through silky soft strands before I cupped her and felt the heat of her pussy. My index finger slid effortlessly between the slick wetness of her lips. Her gasp drove me on as the ring finger joined the first. The first slowly slid into her, and I could feel her tighten around my figure as she squirmed in pleasure. She allowed her body to drop down beside mine and I followed her movement. My hand, gently pulled out from her pyjamas and now, lying next to her, I swiftly fumbled to pulled down my shorts. After a brief struggle I managed to kick them clear. Now naked beside her, her top open, letting me take in the beautiful sight of her, I paused.
Her eyes were wide again as she took in the sight of my own body, my erection standing proud between us. I sat up next to her, coming to my knees by her hips. My hands found her hips and I gently gripped the waist band of her bottoms. I looked her in the eyes and, after a single breathy yes, started to slide them down her body. She bounced and shuffled her weight around until they were sliding down her thighs. Her legs rose in the air to allow me to slowly pull them down the smooth skin. My hands were actually gripping her legs and letting the wet satin ride above them. As I reached her feet, I let the pyjama bottoms fall away but kept my hands on her. They started a slow journey back down her legs but this time gently rode over the front of them, letting my fingers dip in between. As I approached her thighs she was gasping in pleasure and squirming beneath me. There was no resistance as I separated her legs, shuffling my body to allow them to drop either side of me. I paused here though. I drank in the sight of her naked body. Her passion and willingness was palpable. She was practically pulling me into her, her legs snaking around my hips. I was barely in control as her body almost thrashed beneath me. I barely managed to gasp out condom to her before she froze for a second. Before I could even suck in a laboured breath she was writhing to grab at the bedside cabinet. She pulled open the drawer so hard it slammed against the stops and grabbed at its contents. A few packets practically flew at me as she tried to get them to me. It took me seconds to pull one open. If there is a land speed record for donning protection I recon I owned it. It seemed like seconds until I had it on and she was practically mewing at me as I sunk down and positioned myself. I let her grab me as she took charge. First my tip was rubbing between her lips before she tightened her legs around me and started to pull me in. One of her hands was gripping mine and the other was holding my hip. I slide into her and I could see her suck in a deep breath. I held my position as I stared down at her. Her eyes were closed and her forehead bathed in sweat. I could see her grimace slightly even as I slid into her. Her eyes opened and she looked right at me before nodding. I slide into her full length now and another gasp, this time of pain, escaped her as her hand clasping mine tightened to breaking point. The other simply clawed at my body. The pain I felt was a pale reflection of hers though and for the longest time I simply held my body still letting her slowly relax beneath me. After a while I slowly started to move. As she moaned in a mix of pleasure and pain I moved fast and faster. I knew I was on borrowed time. As her body gripped mine, I could already feel my orgasm start to build. From my own moans and barely coherent gasps of her name, Samantha could tell I was close. She was clawing at my back now with her free hand, her left still clutching mine. My own free hand was to her right supporting my weight as I leant over her. I continued to move faster and faster. As I started to gasp for breath, I realised I was cumming as every muscle in my body seamed to tighten at once. I could feel Samantha tighten against me as her orgasm started to grip her. It felt like she was sucking me in further and further into a well of pleasure. I don’t know which of us was crying out the loudest. I was on top of her now, unable to hold myself up as my vision blurred. Beneath me she was convulsing. Waves of pleasure wracked us both as we spent every inch of ourselves. There was nothing between us. Both of us had given everything we had at that point. I rolled to her side, gently pulling out of her body. We embraced tightly, barely conscious of what was happening. I could hear her moaning my name even as I realised I had been gasping hers for some time. We held each other in a tight embrace as we let the shear explosiveness of what had just happened ware off. We both panted slowly as we stared into each other’s eyes, slowly I closed in for a kiss.
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Hey everyone. Just a quick fresh chapter. I was going to write a longer one but I'm v tired and have an early start tomorrow. I have started to introduce some of the bit players in my story (just remotely for now). I think the chapters will tend to be quite short from now on (although a few "set pieces" will hopefully be bigger chapters). The first two were written while I was at sea so I had loads of time to add to them and edit them. If I want to keep this moving with my limited time between work and home life then smaller but more frequent/numerous chapters will work well for me. As always, feed back is appreciated.
Enjoy
Part 4 – The start of a new day
The kiss seemed to last forever. Deep and hungry yet oddly gentle, we held ourselves tight against each other as we intertwined our bodies. For an age we stayed like that until I eventually pulled back. Once again, I gazed into her deep brown eyes. I planted a swift kiss on Samantha’s forehead before leaning right back. Our legs were still locked together but I was able to pull back enough to take in the sight of her in the dim morning light. Trimmed bush with a few drops of pee still clinging to the soft curls. Smooth skin of her tight stomach. No real definition of abs, just a firm flat expanse of flesh. Her B cup breasts barely losing their shape despite her lying on her back. Her body was glistening with her wetness. I could see beads of pee clinging to her breasts and I moved in to lick the glistening trails. The salty tang of her pee was sharp but pleasant on my tongue. She squirmed as my touch tickled her and aroused her. Her skin was still flushed and I guessed she was more sensitive than ever right now. My left hand started to trace the curves of her body. Gently stroking her side and back I moved back up to kiss her. As our lips touched, I felt her suppress a giggle. I pulled back.
“And what’s so funny?
“Its pee. My pee. I can taste it.” At my raised eyebrows she continued. “It’s a little weird knowing I’m tasting my own pee.” She giggled again. “It’s OK I guess. Not sure what I was expecting but it doesn’t taste unpleasant. Of course…. It wasn’t my pee I was expecting to be tasting.” Her own eyebrows moved up now. “I believe there was some mention of your own bladder being in a similar state?”
Wordlessly I nodded. I glanced at the sheets. The wet patch was absorbed now, from just below our knees to just below our shoulders. About three quarters of the width of the double bed was soaked. I concluded that it could survive a second deluge. With that in mind I shuffled slightly so that my now soft penis was lying between us and pointing up or bodies. I’d already removed the condom when we kissing. I concentrated. At first it was just a few spurts, my dick twitching with every release. My stream grew stronger then, as my pee jetted up onto Sam’s body. I held myself and directed the stream onto her breasts, aiming for the small dark nipples that were still erect. The loud hissing was underscored by Sam’s moans as hot pee washed over her body. Her own hands were now rubbing over her body. As it continued to splash noisily over us both I saw her bring her hand up to her mouth. She moaned again as she sucked my pee off her fingers. Her free hand has rubbing between her other lips now. I directed my stream there, peeing hard against her pussy. Her moans were increasing in volume and intensity now. As my stream finally started to die down, I could see her whole body twitching. She seemed to tighten up for a few seconds with a loud gasp, back arching, before she finally let go and flopped into the fresh lake under us as a boneless mess, eyes closed and breathing deep. She lay like that for a few minutes as I just watched her come down from another orgasm. Eventually her eyes fluttered open.
“So will I be getting this wake up every day now? Because I’m not sure I’ll be able to take this without losing my mind.”
“Babe, If you want it you’ll get it.” I sighed deeply as I lay back myself, snuggling next to her side. She lifted her head so my arm could snake under and hold her to me. “I’m not sure how much I can take though. Despite everything I only managed to get a semi during that. Even with what you were doing I am completely spent.” She giggled again as I continued. “I doubt I will be able to get it up until at least midday.”
“Spoilsport” she laughed, prodding me in the side. “And hear I was hoping for some quick action behind the minibus if we’re not diving first thing”.
“Sam, I think this is the start of something amazing, but like I said last night, lets not rush this. I’m no good to you broken with my poor abused member in a sling.” She laughed out loud at that. “And, speaking of this morning.”
“Your going back to the hostel?”
“Yeh. I can’t go diving in jeans and a polo. I’d freeze and jeans aren’t the most manoeuvrable of garments.”
“What will you tell the others?” she asked as I stated to pull myself up out of the bed.
“The truth. Of sorts. We ended going into town for a meal. Had a few drinks, got a lift back and I spent the night with you. I know it will surprise them and I think a few of them may resent that and get jealous. God knows how may times you’ve told Brian no and he still keeps trying to get in your pants.” Samantha sighed deeply even as she admired my naked body standing beside the bed.
“He’s a pig.” She exclaimed angrily. “I can’t stand the way he keeps sniffing about me. I almost had to slap him last week to get him off. Thankfully Mack pulled him away because I was ready to claw his eyes out. He was trying to grab my bum.”
“When the fuck did that happen. Where was I?” Sam looked up at me and smiled.
“Friday. That was the night you and your drunken trio when off to the house party before the pub even shut.”
“Ohhh. God that was a mess.”
The three friends she referred to were Gavin, Derek and Andrew. I shared a room with Andrew and Gav and Derek bunked together. I’d become quite good friends with the three over the preceding weeks, mainly due to them just dragging me out kicking and screaming every night. Being an introvert, it took its toll at first but by the end of the first week I had become accustomed to it. As had my liver. God those three could Drink. The party we had gone to had descended into a very drunken session that finally ended at gone 4 in the morning. I was the only one who didn’t throw up that night and Gav himself had had to wash his sheets after an accident. He took it in his stride though. Cost of doing business he had said as he shrugged the whole thing off.
Brian was another mater though. I don’t think anyone on the course liked him except Keith (my old partnered and the course idiot). He was creepy as hell, always hanging around and making comments about Sam. She had already given him quite a few public and vocal rejections but he didn’t seem capable of taking the hint. He had a mean streak as well. Always swift to anger and when he was drinking he was always looking for a fight. I absolutely hated the guy as I was the butt of lots of jokes and comments from him and he had tried to square up to me a few times as well. My “drunken trio” really helped hear though. All three were on the Heriot Watt Rugby club and built like brick shithouses. Brian was too smart to mess with them. I sighed again.
“Come on babe. Lets get the bed stripped and in the wash then we can hit the shower and get ready for the day. The guys will all have whatever reactions they have and I’m not borrowing trouble thinking about it now. Besides… I need to make sure you have a really good wash and are squeaky clean” I said the last while staring hungrily down at her body again.
“Letch” she said jumping up herself with a grin. We quickly stripped the saturated sheet. Remarkably it was the only bit of bedding that was wet but I pulled a pillow case off and used it to wipe down the moisture on the waterproof sheet. Luckily It wasn’t a cloth topped one.
“Make sure to give it a spray and wipe down before you remake the bed” I commanded, making sure to get the sheet dry. I heard her mumble an affirmative. Naked we proceeded downstairs to the kitchen. Our clothes came out off the machine lovely and dry and the sheet and case were thrown in for their own cycle. We rushed back upstairs and threw out respective outfits onto the chest of drawers in Sam’s room. Our towels were hung up and dry in the massive bathroom. The shower was indeed big enough for two. |
Evening All. As promised, hear is the next part of the story. I planned on writing the whole day as a single chapter but it kind of ran away with me so here is part one, the set up to the day. Stand by because I am going directly into writing part 2, which will have all the fun that can be had by two naughty little omo lovers and hope to have it up in a few hours or so. Sorry this is just fluffy stuff but I do like writing this part as well. Enjoy
Part 5a. Another day in the sea.
As I walked on my own back to the hostel my mind was swimming. Plans were made for the day that had me both excited and nervous. If all went to plan then today would be one to remember. If they didn't, then today could be a humiliating disaster. For more than just me. Still, I reflected as I pushed into my shared room, the risk was minimal if we were careful.
"And what time do you call this you dirty stopout?" was the immediate booming response as I walked through the door.
"Hey Andrew" I responded looking over to my roommate sitting on his bed, apparently pulling up his socks. "Went for a wonder last night and kind of ended up all over the place." He grinned back at my blase response.
"Bullshit. I notice after a few of us came back to see if you were feeling better we found you gone. And after swinging by Sam's to see if she fancied joining us for a few selected beverages she was out as well. That's some smart looking threads you have on as well hmmm?"
"Well Andrew, some of us are prepared to make a bit of an effort you know. We can't all doss around in clothes damp and smelly from a days diving. As it happens, I happened to meet up with Samantha and we decided dinner was in order. In town. Just the two of us." He was fixing me with a very telling look now. I coughed a bit. "And obviously yes, I stayed the night at hers." He glared at me for a few more seconds then split into another huge grin.
"Well hot damn. It's about time you know. You've been secretly pining over each other for at least a fortnight now. Bout time she made an honest man out of you." His grin widened as I started pulling off my clothes to get ready for the day. "Judging from those scratches on your back I'm guessing it was a very successful night for you two." I twisted trying to see my back but obviously failed. I glanced back at Andrew and nodded then shrugged slightly. He took the hint and turned to busy himself with his bag as he finished getting ready. So, I thought to myself. Others had noticed our mutual attraction. I cursed myself silently for having missed it myself. This could have started weeks ago if I had had the balls or brains to notice. Still. I was there now and it was possibly more perfect than ever. I grinned to myself as i pulled on my chosen rig. Light gray briefs, Light blue thermal bottoms under dark blue sweats. An old foo fighters T under a jumper (the cold night from last night was sticking around this morning and it was a bit overcast). In my bag i managed to pack a full change of clothes as well as washgear. Andrew noticed this but said nothing about the unusual behaviour. Normally a towel and maybe a spare T-shirt was needed.
Time was pressing so, bag packed, we headed out. We stopped outside the door next to our and Andrew knocked loudly. Almost immediately the door was thrown open and Gavin and Dereck were stood there. Massive shit eating grins plastered on their faces as they looked me up and down. I felt myself start to blush slightly but met their gaze. Clearly they had heard me and Andy through the thin walls.
Twenty minutes later we were milling around the gear van, loading in the final boxes when a wolf whistle split the otherwise calm morning. Brian, no surprise at the source, had spotted Sam popping out the ally that led to her house. She waved a very impolite finger at him in response then practically jogged over to me before throwing herself into an unexpected hug. I staggered slightly but caught myself (and her) before returning the hug in surprise.
"So much for playing it cool" I whispered to the top of her head pushing against my chest. Around me I could hear a few whispers and a snigger from my friendly Trio. From Brian a spluttering sound displaying his shock at the moment. Sam shrugged against me before pushing herself of me.
"Not like it matters all that much. I want the world to see how happy I feel right now" Delivered in an overloud but clearly happy tone I found myself grinning down at her with a truly dopy expression on my face. Even before the voices around us could do more than raise to a murmur however the day got started properly. The staff door in the courtyard opened and we all clocked the three instructors step out. A few glances where thrown our way by them but as usual Alex's booming voice rang out over us. No more time for me and Sam to play lovebirds as Gavin helpfully pointed out as the last remaining boxes were loaded and we pilled into the minibus. Sam and I grabbed seats at the back and I was pleased to see the Trio grab the seats around us. On the way to the shop for our daily supply run they ignored us so Sam and I could snatch a little conversation. Nothing much, just me telling her how good she looked. She had gone for a matched cotton sweat suit, a light crimson zip up top and bottoms. It looked good being tight enough to show off her curves. I couldn't help but grin to myself about what might be underneath for my delight as she had promised it would be good. Seeing my grin as I took in the sight of her she shyly crossed her arms over her breasts before looking at me coyly. Later was as she whispered to me, leaning in right next to my, her breath warm on my ear.
After the usual hectic and rushed shopping spree (sorry to the staff of that coop for our 5 minute rush every single morning) we settled back onto the bus for the 15 minute drive to the sight. We looked over the sheets that had been handed out with the days dives. Sam and I were diving in the third group with Kevin and Mark, same as yesterday. The dives were all fairly shallow and short. Our deepest and longest was only to be 18m and 15-20 minutes. Shallower and shorted after that. It was a skills refresher day. No doubt Alex's idea after his anger at yesterdays diving. Kieth and Brian weren't the only ones to anger him it seemed. Oh well. Ideal for our plans. Three dives in the day with relatively long rests between was perfect. And with the colder weather, no once would find it unusual to keep the suits at least partially on between dives. From Sam's raised eyebrows she also sensed the possibilities. We leaned into each other, not feeling the need to say anything but just enjoy the moment. I drank in everything about her, the sight, the smell of her shampoo (although that might have been me. We did shower together after all). The heat of her body pressed against me.
Still, nothing that good can last. We had been aware of a growing volume to the talk around us, and what we could hear mad it obvious we were the favoured topic this morning and while most seemed either supportive or disappointed that I got there first, there was one particularly loud voice that raised above the others.
"What the fuck does she see in that loser?" Practically shouting as he was, Brian was very clear in his appreciation of the news. Beside him I saw Kieth try to shut him up but stares around the bus were alternating between me and Brian. He met my gaze and glared at me. "What the fuck you looking at" he shouted, all pretence of being civil now gone. The minibus was silent now. " You wanna fucking go you pie...."
"MAGEE" was the shout that cut through Brians rant. Ian, the instructor driving the minibus never took his eyes off the road but 15 years as a mine clearance diver in the Royal Navy had left him with a commanding voice that could go from his usual jovial playfulness to instant hardass in seconds. We all feared Alex and his wrath, but we were terrified of Ian when he got serious.
"Magee" he continued in a deceptively calm voice. "Do we have a problem or was I mistaken in the way you were choosing to speak to a fellow diver?" Brian's sullen silence was its own reply. "I'll remind you Mr Magee that your place on this course hangs by a thread. Failure of the written work coupled with poor performance in the water is bad enough but if you decide to be even more of a poisonous idiot than you've already been observed being then nothing will stop me from recommending you be removed from course. I doubt Alex will do more then grunt acceptance when I give him your marching papers to sign. And lets not forget. Unlike you some of the people on this course have friends. Large friends who would love to keep their skills at inflicting pain by scrummage nice and sharp. Be warned."
As the silence on the bus deepened and everyone looked about awkwardly I felt Sam's had squeeze mine. I looked over to her.
"Well" she said sadly. "maybe playing it cool would have been better." my heart went out to her as she said that. She didn't sound happy or bubbly like earlier, her gaze was downcast and I could see tears starting to form as her voice wavered. I did the only thing I could think of.
"Fuck them if they can't take a joke" I said loudly enough to carry to Ian in the drivers seat and I leaned in to kiss her. She tensed at first in surprise but then relaxed and soon was holding me tight while we forgot everything else and just enjoyed the moment. We didn't care about the loud "HA" of triumph from the trio or the few catcalls and whistles from the rest. At that moment all that mattered was that we had each other. Perfect moments are very few and far between but that one counted. |
And the second part. There will be a third to finish off before we leave the Dive sight. Hope you enjoy.
Part 5b. Another day in the sea.
By the time Sam and I were settled in our favorite spot (a nice bit of ground hollowed out by a sheep) the first teams (Andrew with John (an OK guy but not in our group of friends) and Brian with Kieth) were in the water. The whole bus had sniggered at Brian as he stormed off and got ready with Kieth, trying to ignore all of us. Ian had give Sam and I a questioning look but then shrugged as I shook my head, nodded to us and went off to prepare. As Sam and I were, along with Kev and Mark, in the third group diving it was our duty to set up the compressor and bottle charging area. After the first lot were done, we would recharge their bottles for them.
As we settled down, we unconsciously decided to sit slightly apart, merely holding hands rather than continue to flaunt our new relationship. We chatted for a while, ignoring the issue of the bus conflict and made a start on our plans. We each had a large 2lt bottle of water and made a constant and steady effort to drink it before our first dive. We had also not gone to the toilet since a final emptying of our bladders down each others legs in the shower. That event had made it very hard (literally) to leave the shower without doing anything else, but we knew we needed to get a move on as "we skipped to shag all day" would not go down well with the instructors. Well, not Alex anyway. Neither Sam or I showed any signs of needing to go yet but, with the cooler weather, the coffee we drank before I left her place in the morning and the water, it wouldn't take long.
"Did you bring your changes of clothes?" she asked as we ducked into the hollow from a cold breeze off the sea. "I have mine for after."
"Hmmm" I replied. "I brought combats and a polo shirt for after. And my shower gear.
"Sounds good. I can already feel the coffee going right through me. Not bad yet though. How about you?"
"Ha. Unlike my little wet princess I can hold on for ages." she snorted and thumped me in the chest as I continued. "If no one fucks up, from the look of it we will all be done by two, overall done by three. I bet I can hold on to at least the second dive before I flood. Then i can keep "rewarming" myself if I get cold. Of course at some point the coffee will also kick in it's second effect but that's not going to be until after lunch anyway." She gazed up at me as I said that then shivered slightly.
"Isn't it a little weird to be playing a hold it game, even planning to loose.... complete control?" I held her questioning look as I formulated my reply.
"After what happened yesterday and this morning, I certainly feel its within the realms of possibility to enjoy this. Doing a hold in public is new for me, and, forgive the pun, but I'm scared shittless that we will get caught. But. There is no reason we have to do anything. Maybe yesterday's wetting fun was just spur of the moment release of stress and emotion." I paused thinking what to say next. "Babe, we don't need to do anything you don't want to do. Omo is my kink. If you really don't like it then just say. I'm not gonna be upset or hurt. I promise." She gazed into my eyes, her expression blank. Then that devilish grin started to form on those perfect lips.
"Huh. I thought you would have a bit more dedication to your cause than that. Trying to call it off before we even get started. Maybe it's you who is worried about their ability to hold. Trying to chicken out so your little "wet princess" doesn't show you up. Not to mention that you still owe me a special catch up event from yesterday." She pulled back and pointed at me. "Stuart, I command you. No giving up and going to the loo before we finish for the day. We have three dives and there is one dive after our last so plenty of time to assess any consequences of your princess's decree. Very closely assess. And clean up. Together." As she gave me my orders she moved back into me. The last word was spoken at point blank range before we kissed deeply again. Then she jumped up from the hollow, took a massive pull of water from her bottle and stalked off to the compressor, sashaying her hips as she went, the red fabric of pants clinging to her perfect little bum. I watched in mute shock at this remarkable woman before smiling and reaching for my own bottle.
By the time we were suited and booted for the fist dive, we had both finished our first bottle and were into out second. Both of us could feel the tension on our bladders but whispered conversation assured each other that we were still safe for the time being. As we dropped rapidly to the meager depth of 18m we settled ourselves under the watchful eyes of Alex. Alternating between us and Kev/Mark, he demanded several drills be carried out from removal and refitting of weight belts (tricky at best to not disappear to the surface the minute it was off because your buoyancy was crap) to buddy breathing. Sam and I grinned at each other over this. Before the change in teams, I would have been sharing a regulator with Kieth. Yuk. At one point, when Alex was demanding Kevin demonstrate peak buoyancy control, Sam maneuvered so we could hang half a meter off the bottom facing each other. She gave me a thumbs up then held herself between the legs. I gave the waved "meh" signal. I was not full but definitely not empty. The cold water was doing a number and as i watched, Sam gave a little squirm in the water and held on tighter through her drysuit. She caught my grin past my regulator and gave me a rarely seen hand signal before blowing a laugh out her reg then stretching nonchalantly in the water. I doubt she had actually leaked. By accident anyway. Teasing me most likely so I stretched myself before suddenly propelling forward into her and giving her stomach a push. With no leverage the effect was minimal but I heard her squeal through the water as she twisted away. Unfortunately our horseplay was seen by Alex. His glare froze us both in the water. He grabbed the slate with "buoyancy" on it and pointed at both of us, arm shaking in anger. Sam and I sheepishly got into the correct position, fin tips just brushing the bottom, but this was old hat now. We were among the top third of the class at this and I took the time to admire Sams form. Smooth, curvy, suit held tight against her body by the water. I could look at that all day as she breathed slowly to adjust her angle to the bottom just with the air in her lungs. Eventually after a minute or sow Alex nodded and pointed to the surface. We were all done.
After we were on the rib on the way back in Sam pushed up against me so she could be heard over the noisy outboard that also prevented anyone else from listening in as it revved back to shore.
"I seriously though he was gonna lose it back there. That what we get for playing around. I was so scared, I might have had a little accident." My head whipped round to her grinning face. "If only you could see my cute little panties that I put on just for you. They feel like they have a wet patch the size of a plate in them. I swear I even felt a little trickle on my thighs. My thermals feel wet. Stu, I pee'd into my panties like a little girl." Her tone let me know that not only was this not the problem she was making out to be with a cute, lip trembling pout but that she was getting excited. Her breath was in short little gasps and I could see her rubbing her thighs together. I put an arm around her.
"Don't worry baby. Little accidents can happen to anyone. It's OK. I love you anyway, even if you do pee your panties like a little girl. Just hearing about it is making me think even I might have a little accident myself. Then we can be be wet together. Would that make you feel better?" Her hand discreetly went into my lap and she gave my obvious erection a squeeze.
"You'd have an accident for me? I can feel how that will make you feel. And I can tell you the wet patch in my panties is getting bigger by the second. And it's not because I'm peeing. Does that answer the question?" I looked about the rib. No one was looking so I grabbed Sam by the chin and tilted her head and gave her a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced across each other as the slightly bumpy ride kept a constant reminder to us about the fullness our bladders.
An hour later we were back in our nook, suits partially peeled off and tied around our waist. Our tops were dry but a single probing hand down Sams suit as we sorted our gear had confirmed the little damp patch between her legs. She'd pulled away and wouldn't let me get a second feel, grinning saucily at me instead, As we relaxed we were both getting seriously desperate. My own bladder was sending constant signals that I had no time to muck about, it would be empty soon, regardless of where I was. Looking at Sam I could see her distress was worse than mine. Like yesterday she was fidgeting and swaying even as she sat next to me. Every now and again her eyes would gloss over as she stared into nothing, one hand squeezing as best she could. It was still at least a good half and our till our next dive due to some delays (a call had come in and the instructors may have had to run off to man the Island's re-compression chamber but it was a false alarm). I knew Sam would never make it. As soon as I had to move around and put a set on my back I knew I would also be a lost cause. I managed to sit up and scan around. With the first set of teams still in the water and the others all on the other side of the mini bus enjoying the sun that had decided to come out and shine on us I figured we had complete privacy. I nudged the distressed girl next to me
"Sam?" a blank stare was the only reply. "So. I feel like I'm gonna burst. You look like your gonna burst. I have an idea." Her head tilted sideways as she considered what I was saying. " Hold Me. Kiss me. Right here. Lets kiss. Once hand down each others suit, kiss, and let go together." Her eyes shone up at me as a blush spread across her face and she breathily replied.
"Oh God yes. I'm starting to leak. I need to go so bad. Hear, quick" She pushed her suit down a little further, riding just above her hips now. My hand lost no time in diving down the front. She was warm and wet, having obviously been leaking for several minutes. Her own hand found its way down my suit and she gripped my manhood, stiff in her hand but not erect (I was too close to my own accident). I gasped in pleasure as she groped me and a fresh gush of warmth enveloped my hand. We stared kissing, I managed to gasp for her to let me start first before she let go. Our kisses deepened even as I let go my control. At first it was difficult. As my first spurt soaked my clothes, the moisture whicking through the layers to wet Sams hand, evicting a moan from her, I felt my body tense up. I relaxed again but again an involuntary tense cut the flow. For the first few seconds it was all I could do, Relax, tense, with my dick twitching with every spurt in Samantha's hand, the wetness spreading delightfully through the layers to run over her fingers. Even as it was my turn to moan into Sam's mouth as the pauses between gave way to a constant, hot stream leaving my body I felt her own stream start. There was no leaking in bit and pieces, no wimpy little trickle. Once second my hand was damp against her clothes, the next it was covered in a deluge of her hot pee. Between us, the hissing of two bladders letting go sounded loud enough to be heard by the rib in the bay nevermind the gathered fellow divers on the other side of the bus.
We were utterly caught up in the moment. A marching band could have gone past us and not even been noticed. As our bladders emptied into our clothing, into each others hands, we pushed our bodies together. Sam's free hand wrapped into my hair as she clutched the back of my head while mine pulled at the zipper of her top to seek her breasts, finding them clad only in a thin white Tshirt and the electric blue bra clear underneath. My fingers found her nipples as the fingers on my other hand started to rub forcefully, pressing the wet fabric of her saturated clothing against her even as more pee continued to flow out of her body. Her own hand wrapped and stroked my swelling member. I has hard now, so hard it hurt. My stream died suddenly and I was unable to start again as I felt the rising tension in my body. Seconds away from an orgasm, my whole body tensed and I felt the beautiful young woman beside me do the same. I came first, breaking off the kiss to grit my teeth together to prevent a yell of raw pleasure. I moaned as the waves of pleasure took over and managed to look Sam in the eye as she let herself go. She buried her head into my shoulder to muffle her own guttural scream and her whole body shuddered in my hands. The hand still entwined in my hair clutched tight, pulling my head down on hers and I kissed the crown of her head as my own orgasm subsided and hers started to tail off. For a few minutes we just clung to each other like that, breath in short panting gasps, sweat running down our faces and bodys, pee slowly working its way down the suits, wetness still delightfully spreading. As my body softened at my release I was finally able to let go the rest of my bladder. Another quite hissing drew Sams head up to gaze lovingly into my eyes. Her had, still gripping me moved slowly over my whole crotch, feeling the second wave of spreading heat.
"Babe" she moaned. "That was fucking amazing. But, we have got to get a handle on this. If we keep coming that hard and fast, You were right this morning. One of us is gonna break."
"Sam, at this stage I don't even care. That was..... Is there a stronger word that amazing?"
"Your asking me to think right now?" she gasped with a laugh. She pushed herself off me with her dry hand. "Ask me in an hour when I come down from this high". She flopped back against the dirt and once again I admired the beauty of the body before me. Dark hair in a messy damp wave behind her. Face flushed ans sweaty but with that glow that screams "satisfied beyond belief". Top still open, breasts proud with erect nipples pointing skyward even though the inviting bra seen under the tshirt so thin it was almost transparent, pulled up to expose her flat stomach. Dry suit peeled down to above the crotch, not showing anything of the full toilet accident we had just shared but the smell of our wee was definitely in the air. Oh well. I could feel my own accident. Because I was still sitting, I could feel a small lake contained around my bum, tickling my balls. I stood up quickly and was rewarded by a hot rush down both legs. I wiggled my toes, swimming now in their socks. I sighed with profound satisfaction. Today was turning out just as well as predicted. And there was more to come. |
Gosh. It took a while and what I was expecting to be a quick end to the days events on the bay ended up being a bit of a monster. Still, its done and I'm happy enough with it. Enjoy
Part 5C Another day in the sea.
As I stood before my lovely, beautiful girlfriend, gazing down at her with the same dopey expression as earlier in the day, she grinned up at me.
“I guess we should do something about the lakes in our suits” she said. “I now know what it’s like to have your toes swimming. After all. It’s not every day drysuits spring leaks… from the inside.” The last was delivered with her special daft smile and raised eyebrows “Eh…..Eh”
“Your such a dork, you know that”.
“Awwww. Come on. That was funny.” I met her eyes then grinned down at her.
“Nope” I replied, lunging down to grab her legs at the ankles. I swiftly stood up and rocked Sam back on her hips and back. She squealed in mixed surprise and delight as the wee gathered in her suit rushed out behind her and soaked the back of her T-shirt and the dirt below. As she started to wiggle in my firm grasp I pulled her legs open and dropped to my knees between them, I lowered my body slowly down over hers as she flashed me a look of promise and lust. Gently, I lowered my lips to hers, drawing in a breath filled with the scent of her as we kissed. It lasted a long time, more sedate but more sensuous than our previous play. After an age I pulled back slowly. Her eyes were still shut as she gasped quietly, her chest moving softly with each breath. As she opened her eyes and looked into mine we smiled at each other.
“That was nice babe but now I’d like to point out even my shit is soaked. How will you make amends for this travesty?
“Well, I still need to rid myself of these puddles I’m standing in so lets swap positions and you can do the same. After that we suit up fully, blame the cold and who will know?” Her only response was to pull me back down on top of herself and try to role me over.
By the time we had finished rolling around on the ground, kissing and playing with each other and finally ditching most of the now cooling pee from my suit, it was due time for another change of the dive groups. As we helped each other zip up we noted activity by the rib. Defiantly one pair and the instructor already in and helping the others. Sam and I shared one last quick kiss and hug before traipsing down to the shore line. As we crossed from the field to the pebble beach I yelled back to the bus that divers were inbound. Our gear was laid out ready for us just above the high tide collection of dead seaweed and driftwood. With practiced ease we helped each other into our sets, even as the others came pilling down to dress themselves or help. Andrew and John helped Sam and I. As he was helping me Andrew leaned in and whispered in my ear.
“So its clear you to were getting up to some proper hanky-panky there. You have no idea what it took to stop that dick Brian from jumping out on you two. With that in mind, maybe tone it down a bit, keep it PG, especially if your making her squeal like that” He pulled back with a smirk on his face as I felt my own instantly go bright red. His smirk led to a snigger and he quietly spoke across me to John. “Called it bud” Sam froze at that shooting a look between Andy and John before taking in my blazing face. As John looked skywards with a tuneless whistle she squeaked in embarrassment and spun her back to all of us to hide her blush.
“Thanks for that Andy” I exclaimed with a weary sigh. He just slapped me on the shoulder then pointed to the water were the rib had just pulled in.
10 minutes later Sam and I were dropping lazily and slowly to our depth of 14m to do a series of navigation exercises. Alex, swapped over from driving the boat on the last run was once again observing us. Sam and I went first, navigating various shapes with 10 and twenty meter long sides as Alex drew them on his slate. At the base line the other two watched. Or tried to. Alex had chosen the softest area of the seabed in the bay and deliberately kicked it up to add a huge cloud of silt as a navigation hazard. Still, before too long we were done and settled down to let Kev and Mark have a go. Our slates were immediately out and we started writing to each other. I admitted at Sam’s questioning that although my bladder was satisfied for now, my bowels we defiantly starting to feel like they needed attention. I was never sure if it was all the swimming or the pressure or sheer coincidence but diving always had that effect on me. Sam indicated that she also needed to go but not desperate. We both giggled in our regulators as we pushed our foreheads together and gave a little push to see if our bladders could warm us up a little but neither of us wanted to push to hard just in case, well. As we’d wrote. More than pee leaking out was a real risk for both of us now.
Before we knew it all 5 of us were ascending, at the correct rate, to climb into the rib and zoom back to shore. After the now rote ritual of pulling off gear and laying it out, swapping out bottles for group 2 to charge our old ones and a quick scribble in our dive logs and checking our planned profile was still ok Sam and I decided to heed our earlier advice. As the afternoon dragged on and group one dived, we sat with all the others. Conversation was lite between the group as Alex was watching over us all while munching on his lunch. Plans were made for us all to meet at the bar after we were done for the day although there was much teasing when I agreed to Samantha’s invitation to have dinner at hers first. She was confident that that house would now be hers for the whole weekend as Lisa, instructor Rob’s cousin had text her at some point over lunch to say she was staying at her boyfriends until next week. As we discussed dinner options, I was delighted to see a very slight wiggle at the hips and a minute jiggle of her legs, tucked up to her bum. She also smiled at my own little jiggles and bounces as my own need increased. Duty called as group 1 swapped for group 2. We left Kev and Mark to charge bottles as we had done the first set of dives for the day but between shifting gear and checking over our own stuff again, we didn’t get much time to chat. At one-point Brian looked like he was going to say something but as Ian was now on shore with us, he kept whatever he had to himself. Sam and I managed to snatch a few minutes together on the shore line, the sea lapping at our toes. We gauged that we were both very close to an accident and even felt like a pee was in order as well. We agreed to try and hold on until after the dive. At one point we broke out in laughter as Sam pointed out any accident was bound to be associated with gas and god knew what that would do to our buoyancy control trapped in our suits as it would be. Our peals of laughter caused the others to wander over but seeing Sam on her knees doubled over, one had grasping at my knee, me almost doubled over on top of her they shrugged and left us to it. No one would have guessed that we were basically laughing at a very lame and geeky fart joke. As Gav and Derek had pointed out as we’d all relaxed together, we were just a little bit weird and therefore perfect for each other.
By the time we were trapesing into the rib for our third dive, Samantha was back to gently and discreetly jiggling on the spot. Not as bad as yesterday perhaps but well on the way. I on the other hand, was desperate. I could only remember needing to go as bad as this once, and that had resulted in an accident as well. I was almost hopping from foot to foot, trying to clench as tight as possible as the contents of my bowls moved irrevocably towards my increasing stressed sphincter. I had managed to relieve the pressure by letting out the occasional fart but even that was impossible now. I felt that any lapse in control would result in a leak, and this monster trying to get out would not allow for a little leak. If this started snaking out of me, it was all coming. Sam was watching me to the distraction of everything around us, shooting me the occasional grin between her own occasional grimace. Our final dive was almost a nothing event. 12m down to a rocky area of the bay to do a quick set of searches. We go lucky and managed to find the slate and old torch that had been hidden for us. We quickly shot back to the surface once we were done so we could wait on the rib until the others were done.
It was while clinging to the side of the rib I realised I was in trouble. The dive had had its usual effect on me and, with the added inability to properly clench and hold while swimming about, I was right on the knife edge. I managed to pass my weight belt into the rib and shrugged out of me set. Sam had already managed to throw her gear in and I was momentarily distracted by her sleek form pulling itself into the rib, her legs and feet swinging away from me as she managed to pivot on her tight, flat stomach. She turned to grin down at me. I mouthed help at her and managed to partially shove my set up to her. She pulled it in and turned back to me, now smiling wider than ever. I knew I was never going to be able to get in. The usual technique to pull yourself up as high as possible, flop down on your chest or stomach on the body of the rib and then spin around to pull your legs in was impossible. As soon as I pulled myself up, or even tried to pivot, I would loose all control. I could already feel the tip of my solid BM just poking out of my painfully stressed ring. In the end, as I gazed into Sam’s gorgeous brown eyes I decided that it was now or never. I briefly considered going in the water first so I could at least try and pull myself in however the mess it might make as I swung around was not worth thinking about. I reached over the body of the rib, grabbed the rope line and started to pull. As my body rose out of the water, aided by a hard butterfly kick, I felt Sam clutching at me, helping me up. I managed to get my stomach onto the side of the rib and, as the pressure slammed into my guts I felt my last remanence of resistance drain out of me. The thick, hard snake of poo started to slip out of my tortured hole, slowly pushing out into my briefs. As my legs swung parallel with the side of the rib I froze. The poo coiling into my clothes felt hot and firm against my skin. Sam pulled me fully into the boat and I managed to get my legs under me. As I sat Japanese style on my legs, with my bum sitting just off the deck between my feet. I moaned as quietly as I could as another few inches of poop pushed into my briefs. At that point it stopped, holding my hole open, the sensations utterly delightful. The heat of my movement pressed tight against my body by the layers of pee soaked clothes and the suit. I felt a small trickle of pee dribble out of the end of my rapidly stiffening penis. Sam herself crouched down before me taking my head in her hands before kissing me quickly on the lips. She then hugged me and whispered into my ear
“Just let it go.” Was all she got out before my body gave another involuntary push. With a gasp I let it happen, not fighting it but instead pushing gently. My BM continued to flow slowly out of my body. The snake, at least 6 inches already sped up as I pushed. As I peed again, the warmth flowing around my balls as electric, coupled with the heat and pressure of the poop forming a huge shapeless mass behind me, I felt my pee cut off abruptly. As Sam licked my ear my whole body stiffened and instead of waves of desperation and pressure, waves of pleasure racked my body. I felt my dick twitch as, for the second time today, I shot a different hot sticky mess into my briefs. I bit my lip hard, tasting blood, trying desperately to hold of the yell of pleasure that wanted to escape. My head flopped down onto Sam’s shoulder with a satisfied sigh. Behind me my BM was finally done. A hard hot mass that felt as large as a melon was nestled between my legs. I could feel it just touching my balls as well as pressing delightfully against my now relived ring. As my whole body came down from the rush I sighed again. I pulled back from Sam, still holding my bottom of the deck to avoid spreading the mess around.
The cough from the side of us both shocked us into startled stillness. Together we both turned our heads to see Ian, eyebrows raised in a look of stunned disbelief as he took in the scene before him.
“Ummm, what the hell are you two doing?”
“CRAMP” both Samantha and I yelled together. We quickly glanced back at each other before we continued, making up a tale on the spot.
“When we were in the water my back started to go. We finished quick and I wanted to come up to try and sort my back out.”
That’s why Stuart was slow getting out and why I had to help him. I was helping him stretch out his lower back just now.”
“That’s why I was so awkward, but I was able to just stretch it out and the cramp finally eased off.” We paused now looking at Ian to see if he was even remotely going with our tail. To both of our surprise, it seamed he might. His expression had softened to a look of concern. A cramp in the small of the back could be massively painful and potentially dangerous while diving.
“It’s stopped now?” he asked.
“Yes.” I replied. “It was bad for a few minutes but I’m ok for now. Must need more potassium in my diet.” Ian looked like he was going to ask something else but we were disturbed by the trio of divers suddenly surfacing on the other side of the rib. As Ian turned to them to take the all ok signals and start the process of prepping the engine to run us back to shore, Sam and I shared a look of pleased disbelief. It was possible that we might have just pulled that off.
I stayed in my position as we zoomed back to the pebble beach I looked across to Sam. Sitting on the side of the rib with her knees pressed tightly together I saw all the signs of needing to go potty. The moisture on her forehead was not from her wet hair and the few glances she gave me, she nodded quickly at the question in my eyes. On the shore group 1, dressed and ready, piled into the rib as we pulled our gear out. I tried to keep my back away from everyone lest everyone see the bulge in the back of my suit. As the instructors also shuffled about I managed to get my gear up to our little base at the side of the van. Sam threw a quick hug about me before reaching down to grab her bag and starting a quick determined walk towards the toilet and shower block. I quickly grabbed mine and followed, trying not to waddle to obviously.
As I came around the side of the block, I saw her hand giving me a come-hither gesture out of the door of the female toilets. After a quick glance about I almost ran in after her. She grabbed my and pulled me into a tight embrace as our lips locked together. Her hands quickly ran down my body before one cupped each bulge in my pants. As she gently pressed the ball of poop against me and slowly rubbed my swelling member I moaned loudly. My own hands explored her body. One hand cupped her breast through the suit while the other explored between he legs. I pulled away slightly and gave a disappointed aww at finding nothing. She grinned at me.
“Not yet. And I want to get this suit off first.” She pushed off me and, with an easy grace, quickly shed her suit. For the first time I took in the full damage from her first accident. The light crimson of her bottoms was soaked dark red all around. There wasn’t a single dry spot to be seen. As she spun around a similar wet patch on her back showed where her top had absorbed the pee that had drenched her t-shirt when I had “helped” her drain he suit. She unzipped and pulled off the top, throwing it into a heap in the sink. The t-shirt underneath was transparent and muddy on the back, the lacy strap of her bra enticing. I quickly stepped up behind her and wrapped my arms around her body. She leaned back into me as my hands came up and cupped each breast. I nibbled on her ear, my breath tickling and causing her to giggle. She let me fondle her, tweaking her nipples and making them stand proud before she pushed back against me. With a groan she bent over at the waist and her hands clutched at herself, one in front and one behind. Within seconds I could hear a gently hiss and a splattering sound as she relaxed her bladder with a moan of pleasure and relief. I dropped down onto me knees behind her and watched as the material clinging tightly to her pert ass quickly darkened further as it became saturated. Hot rivers run down both her legs with a thin stream falling down between them. She grabbed her waist band and pulled her clothes tight. The sodden material pulled tight between her legs and ass, I gasped in delight at the sight. The layers were too thick to see any real definition of her gorgeous lips but the act did compress the fabric allowing more of the wee to flow down. I grabbed her ass with one hand, the other gently rubbing her. Another moan and a shudder from her let me know that she had come, experiencing a soft orgasm. Another soft moan and a sudden cracking sound from behind announced the last vestige of control leave her as a bulge started to form in her joggers. I pulled my hands back to give it room to expand. It started slowly, poking a tent into the material before seeming to collapse, spreading out into a ball. With a grunt the mass doubled in size, accompanied by a small final flood down her legs as Sam’s bladder was finally emptied fully. Sam quickly spun on the spot and all it took was a look of pure passion. I stood up and immediately started pulling off my suit. As I pulled my head out of the neck seal I felt her hands pulling, helping to pull the suit down. As I managed to step out, my feet sucking slightly with a vacuum, I turned to kick my suit away. Behind me Samantha gasped as she took in the damage to my own clothes. Like her my sweats were fully dark, no single dry spot to be seen. The mass of slowly softening poop was a large ball hanging between my legs. I felt Sam come up behind me. She pressed her body against my back and her hands again circled me, one hand on each bulge again. After a few strokes, the hand at the front slid into the waistband of all three of my saturated layers. The coolness of her skin against my throbbing member was electric. As she gently mashed my mess against my ass, sending further spikes of pleasure until I could feel myself building up again. I swiftly pulled away, determined to make this last.
I could see the confusion as I pulled away before her eyes lit up with delight as I reached into my pocket and pulled out a condom. She nodded. We started with our tops. My Jumper and T-shirt came off together while her T-shirt joined her top in the sink. Panels of sheer light blue lace showed of her perky and erect nipples. She blushed slightly as I paused to drink in the sight. I pulled of my sweats, my thermals equally soaked and clinging to my legs. Her own were rapidly kicked off as well. Her thermals, originally a beautiful white were stained a light yellow. They had gone translucent enough to see darkness of the blue panties underneath. She bent down to pick up her bottoms and, as she turned around to drop them in the sink I could only groan is pleasure at the tight material clinging to her, drawing to the eyes in to the soft curve of her legs and bum, contrasted by another dark swelling gently held against her body by the tight material. For the second time in two days I felt my whole body twitch in anticipation at the sight of her accident held tight against her body. A cheeky glance over her shoulder, she smiled at the lust plain on my face as well as my engorged penis tenting my grey briefs, exposed as my thermals were halfway down my thighs. I swiftly pulled them all the way off, kicking them uncaring to the side. Stood only in my underwear I watched as Sam shed her own thermals, bending at the waist to slowly peel them off. Both of us now were clad only in our underwear. She shivered before me, suddenly shy and hugged herself before she tried to cover herself as I simply stared at her beauty. I stepped in slowly and took her arms in my hands and pulled them to her sides. I closed the gap, pushing my body against her as I embraced her tightly. Our lips met, softly at first but with increasing intensity. I reached behind her and managed to quickly unsnap her bra without fumbling like a 15 year old. I peeled it of slowly, taking care to place its delicate form into the sink behind Samantha. I leaned down to take one of her nipples between my lips, letting my tongue dance over them between gently kisses that drew her breath in sharp gasps. I let my hands run down her sides, causing another shiver before I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of the delicate lace of her panties. I let my hand continue down her hips, my fingertips running over her firm bottom. The weight of her accident help pull the panties down. I hunkered down before her, continuing my hands down her legs. She pulled one up as I reached the bottom to step out of them. The shape of her mess had moulded to the shape of her bottom. As she stepped fully out of them, I laid the panties to the side. I took her hips in my hands again before leaning in to kiss her just above her fine, trimmed bush. She shivered in delight as I let my tongue trace little trails over her skin as I moved down. Her delicate curls were glistening dew like and the sharpness of her pee was wonderful on my taste buds. A sharp intake of breath as my tongue dipped into the sticky sweetness of her excitement between her tight, delicate lips. Her hands grasped the back of me head as I lapped at her. A finger, then a second also dipped into her, becoming coated in the sticky wetness. As I found the bud of her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, two fingers penetrated her with a squeal, cut off as she bit her lip to keep from shouting.
“Stuart….Please, Please.” Her voice was shallow and gasping, begging me to take her. I gently pulled out of her and stood. My briefs were swiftly pulled down at the front, finally releasing me from the confines of the soaked and sticky material. Sam’s hands quickly grasped at me, pulling me towards her. Her hips arched forward, desperate in her passion but I managed to regain enough control to hold her off.
“The condom.” She paused at my rushed words, disengaging enough to let me grab and rip open the packet. Swiftly I rolled it down my length, even the coolness and sensations of this simple action driving me higher towards my release. I new it wouldn’t take long for either of us to reach a climax. With the protection on I allowed Sam to pull me against her. One hand clutched at her breasts while the other slid back between her legs. Her own clutched at me, guiding me. For a few seconds I let her play the tip of my erection between her lips before gently thrusting up into her. She gasped and leaned back, dragging me with her as she rested against the tiled wall. Her own hips and body rocked gently beneath me as I supported my own weight and hers on the wall, one arm now wrapped tight around her body. I stared my own gentle thrusting, extracting a delighted mewing from Samantha. Our breath quickened, become harsh and shallow. Her hands and fingers were now clutching and raking my back. Her whole body was tensing in waves, her body almost sucking me in as I tried to time my own thrusts with the pulses. My own orgasm came so quickly that I barely had time to let out a guttural moan even as she screamed wordlessly, her whole body tight against and around me. As we spent ourselves she flopped against me, her head resting on my shoulder. I felt my legs start to give and I pulled gently out of her. As I slowly crumpled to my knees she came with me, her own legs jelly. There was a quiet splatting sound as the heavy mass between my legs was smooshed behind me as I flopped fully onto the deck. Sam’s nipples rubbed into my chest as she pressed tight into my body. Between long slow gasp she managed to speak.
“Well. Not to be crude, but at least I know, despite my lack of experience, I can shag the shit out of you.”
A very different groan exploded out of my body as she hugged me tightly breaking into quiet, high pitched squeals of giggly laughter. |
Ash crossed her hands over her lap nervously, anxiously wondering how much longer the drive might be. The bumpy road wasn’t helping- each jolt felt like a punch to her bladder. Despite her discomfort, a strange sexual excitement was building inside her slender 19-year old body. She had never expected anything like this when she had signed up for a research assistant internship through her school’s Archaeology co-op program.
Beside her, Dana looked just as uncomfortable. She had one hand firmly pressed in the crotch of her khaki pants, as she drove with the other hand. Ash couldn’t help but admire her 32-year old mentor’s body- the woman was as fit as she was smart! Ash’s thoughts wandered to what was going to happen later, when they reached the site. She wriggled in her seat as a wave of intense desperation ran through her, just resisting the urge to grab her crotch through her skirt. She forced her mind off sensual thoughts and back to maintaining control of her rapidly filling bladder.
It had all started a week ago with a new discovery in Brazil. Some clearing of the Amazon had revealed a new structure built by indigenous peoples thousands of years ago. Further excavation was producing interesting revelations, including non-traditional sexual acts. Although Dana was conservative in nature, she was unconditionally dedicated to her work. She believed in experiential learning- that there was something a scientist could gain from trying what their ancestors had. Dana and Ash had built a growing trust in each other over the past two months and Ash had been surprised to hear that a previous co-op student, a male, had helped Dana practice some sexual acts.
Ash had jumped at this opportunity when Dana had asked her. Ash was the sexually explorative type and found her boss to be quite attractive, despite their age difference. She could still recite the conversation, as she had masturbated thinking about it ever since. That morning, Dana had shown her photos of the new paintings where a woman standing on a rock was urinating on a group of men and women kneeling below her. The excavators in the area had found the same rock buried nearby using laser technology, but a lot of work was needed to expose it. Dana had gone on to say that she knew of a private forested area with a large rock they could recreate the scene on the upcoming weekend. Ash had naturally agreed and the conversation had progressed to how the women would fill their bladders during the drive in.
Unfortunately, the main road had been closed due to construction and the detour had added nearly thirty minutes to the drive. The ladies had stopped drinking chilled water bottles a while ago, but the damage had been done. They were bursting and the bumpy road prevented them from getting to the darn rock any faster! Dana gasped as she turned into the small parking area. Ash noticed her entire body tense up as her driving hand released the steering wheel and joined its mate in Dana’s crotch. Dana braked hard to halt the Jeep, her quivering leg struggling to keep the foot in place.
“Are you okay?” Ash asked, her own plight growing worse by the second. Dana blushed red and quickly shut off the engine, making sure her other hand remained in her crotch. “Yes, I just didn’t expect anyone else to be here, that’s all.” It was then that Ash noticed a truck parked at the other end of the parking area. Her anxiety immediately heightened as she realized the other visitors might see them near the rock. Speaking of the rock, where was it anyway?
Dana gasped again as she opened the car door and carefully stepped out of the vehicle. Ash felt the most powerful urge yet as she opened the door to feel the chilly mountain air. She grabbed her womanhood to prevent leakage. As she stood up, she could feel Dana’s eyes on her and tried to release her grip. Another strong spasm erupted from her bladder and she felt herself leak into her thong. She violently thrust her fingers back between her legs and struggled to prevent a full accident.
The car beeped immediately after she shut the door and Dana’s shaking voice announced that they needed to walk five minutes. Dana took the lead, hobbling with both hands in her crotch. The tight clamp on her khakis pulled them tight against her round ass, which Ash admired as she limped along behind. She thought she could make out some dampness on Dana’s inner thighs but wasn’t sure. Had her boss started wetting her pants?
Ash could hear distant chatter as they cautiously made their way uphill. The climb was hell and it was a constant, exhausting struggle not to succumb to her bladder’s demands. She needed to pee SO badly. How good it would feel to just LET GO!
The only saving grace was that Dana appeared to be in even worse shape. She stopped twice within three minutes to avoid completely pissing her pants. The second time, Ash heard the familiar gasp from her boss. Automatically, she focused on her ass to observe a wet streak seep down the inside of her left leg. Dana was losing control of her bladder. She rocked back and forth, fighting to stop the leak. Ash felt herself leak again and pushed even more forcefully against her pussy. She was SO close to wetting herself.
Suddenly, the voices grew louder and there were footsteps echoing down the narrow trail- people were approaching. Dana helplessly hobbled to the side of the trail, but that was as far as she got. There was a large log blocking her path off the trail and she was in no shape to climb over it. Ash desperately scrambled to the other side, managing to get both feet into the muddy soil before realizing she would wet herself struggling through the sticky terrain.
The young couple jogging down the trail slowed to a walk and stopped talking as they caught sight of the attractive brunette on the verge of a wetting accident. The woman burst into uncontrollable laughter as her husband stared on in shock. As they walked past, he turned to get a full view of Dana’s wet butt. It was too much- Dana burned beet red as she lost all control. Her pee flowed forcefully through her pants, drenching her hands. With a blissful sigh, she gave up the battle against her own body and brought her wet palms to rest on her wide, feminine hips. She looked down in disbelief as her light tan pants darkened rapidly to brown.
Dana closed her eyes as yells of laughter filled her ears- the woman had undoubtedly noticed her accident and gone into another fit of laughter. The warm wetness flowing down her legs felt surprisingly pleasant, though nothing compared to the relief of finally releasing her long-held waters.
Fortunately for Ash, the couple had completely missed the teen blonde just a few feet behind Dana. She struggled to maintain her own dignity as she watched a well-dressed professional woman soak her pants. Ash squirted again. This time, she felt the hot wetness on her fingertips- she had just leaked through her white cotton skirt. Behind her, the laughing woman gasped through uncontrollable fits of laughter, “I’m peeing! I’m peeing!”
Ash turned around to verify that pee was indeed dripping from the woman’s behind, as she crouched down in laughter. Her husband, also laughing, pulled her up to her feet and smacked her wet behind. They quickly scurried away, still giggling hysterically.
Dana awoke from her relief-filled stupor to find Ash struggling to get back on the trail. She hurried over to help her assistant out of the mud. They had to hurry to the rock, before Ash had her own accident. Dana could feel her soiled pants sticking to her legs as she walked briskly towards the rock. The warm wetness was cooling quickly, and the chilly breeze was really hitting home- no matter she would be out of her wet pants soon enough.
Dana reached the rock with Ash trialing by a full minute. Dana quickly peeled off her drenched khakis and inspected her cotton panties. A clear wet half-moon had formed on the light blue fabric. She wondered if Ash’s panties told a similar story- she would see soon enough. Next, Dana ripped off her light jacket and t-shirt, setting her clothes down on top of a nearby log.
Ash saw Dana first before the rock- she knelt in her bra and panties waiting. Ash lost control yet again and felt her warm liquid dripping down her legs. She just barely managed to regain control- climbing this damn rock was going to be a real problem. She took a step up before realizing she would need both hands to go any higher. She let go of her crotch and somehow managed to maintain control. However, pulling herself up was another matter. As she strained and felt the cold rock push against her abdomen, she knew the battle was lost. The dam had burst and there was no way to stop the water.
Peeing herself, Ash scrambled the rest of the way up the rock. She pulled down her panties as she reached the top, her pee forming a trail to the summit. She thrust forward her hips and pulled up her pussy to direct her powerful stream off the rock to Dana below. The hot pee poured down on her 36D breasts, staining the white bra into a faint yellow color. Dana leaned forward to feel the shower on her face and spread out her arms to capture every droplet possible.
Thirty seconds later, Ash finally finished peeing with a few pleasurable strokes to her clitoris. Wow, that had felt amazing, almost surreal. She had just peed all over her beautiful, nearly naked boss in the middle of a forest! She resisted the temptation to finish herself off right there. Suddenly, there were voices in the distance again. The two women looked at each other and scrambled to gather their belongings. Ash pulled down her skirt and climbed down from the rock, while Dana strategically redressed, tying her jacket around her waist. They quietly hurried away from the wet rock, just before the voices got there- it was time to go home.
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"Richie! Richie!!! Hey!" Panicking, Sean raced after his boyfriend, Richard. He caught up with him and blocked his path.
"Babes! Babes-babes-babes! Listen to me. Listen to me, please!"
Richard tried to shoulder past, but, Sean grabbed his arm and held him back, making him sigh and look away. .
"See, look, I can explain. What you saw back there, it isn't what it seemed like."
"An erection is an erection, Sean. And an erection will always look like an erection." Richard was clearly disappointed, but adeptly maintained his calm.
"Fine, I admit. I had an erection. But it was just a random one. It had nothing to do with that girl. Honest!"
Not buying his alibi, Richard looked away, nodding in disapproval. "Sean, it isn't the first time I'm seeing this happen. It's happened several times before when she was around you. And I know what you feel about her."
"Disgust!" Sean shrugged. "Disgust! That's what I feel when she's around."
"Do I look like a fool to you? I know what's going on between you. I saw you kiss her that evening." His voice trembled as hurt surged and threatened to explode.
Sean opened his mouth to defend himself but had nothing. Unable to meet Richard's piercing gray eyes, he looked away with a cold sheen of sweat glistening on his face.
Richard expected another justification. Anything that told him he was wrong. But, he got nothing. His heart pounded, confirming his deep-seated fears.
Sean wrung his face and sighed. With a hand on his hip, he worked up the courage to face Richard. "Okay, now that you say it, let me tell you that the kiss meant nothing. It was just a friendly gesture."
"A friendly gesture? On the lips?" Richard simply gave him a deep, long stare, one that told him he wasn't buying it, that he already knew the truth. He was being cheated on!
"No, on her cheek."
"My eyes are pretty good, Sean. I know where you kissed her."
"On the cheek," he insisted.
"Lips! I saw it."
"It was because you saw it from that angle."
"It still doesn't justify the erection," Richard fought back.
"Told you, it was a random one!"
"Keep convincing yourself that!" Saying this, Richard turned around to leave.
Panicking, Sean restrained him.
"Leave!" He ordered.
"Okay. At least hear me out," Sean pleaded.
"I have been so far. And it's all been a bunch of lies. Now, leave!"
"Okay, I will," Sean said quietly. "At least, let me tell you the truth about the erection."
"What!!?" Richard spat back, his teeth clenched in rage.
"I... I had to pee."
"What?" Richard wasn't sure if he heard it right.
"I had to pee."
"So!!?"
"I had to pee, that's why I had an erection," he justified.
"Since when did you start getting erections when you needed to pee?" Richard questioned. He wasn't buying it. But the idea that his boyfriend had to pee, possibly that bad to cause an erection, was arousing.
"I always do, more so if I have to go that bad," Sean admitted.
Richard held his pout. He couldn't shake off the anger and hurt. "I don't believe you," he shot back.
"It's the truth," Sean confessed. "I really had to pee that evening, and I didn't want to take leave, it felt awkward leaving her alone and walking off for a piss, so... I just held it."
For a moment, they said nothing. Richard's deep breaths caught Sean's attention.
"Trust me, baby, please. It's the truth. I'll do anything to make it up to you," Sean pleaded with his charming, chocolate brown, puppy eyes.
"Anything?"
"Anything."
"Fine," Richard answered after a moment.
x-x-x-x-x
One evening, a week later, Richard and Sean were getting ready to hit a friend's party. Richard stood before the mirror and adjusted his bow tie. He looked suave in a black tuxedo.
As for his boyfriend, Sean, he was busy getting into a royal blue shirt and a pair of slim-fit charcoal gray formal pants.
Richard eyed him as he tucked in his shirt and zipped up his pants. He loved to see him in fitting clothes, especially one that hugged his crotch and accentuated the features inside. He could never get enough of Sean's strong penis. And tonight, he was determined to get more out of it.
He fixed a sparkling drink for both of them. Making sure that he wasn't being watched, Richard took out a sachet from his pocket and emptied it into Sean's glass, making the contents fizz for a moment. When it died down, he carried the glasses and handed one over to Sean. "I fixed us a drink," he said.
"Great!" Sean replied, looking grateful for it. He stepped back and stretched out his arm. "How do I look?"
"Sexy," smirked Richard, taking a moment to eye his delicious crotch. He was looking forward to test his not-so-convincing alibi from the other day. He wanted to see how erect he'd get, especially with the powerful diuretic he'd slipped into his drink.
"These pants are a little tight," Sean said and tugged at the fabric digging into his groin.
"That's okay," remarked Richard. "Makes you look extra special for the girls."
Sean laughed. "You know I have eyes only for you."
"Yeah, I know, drink up now, we're getting late."
"Right!" Without wasting anymore time, Sean took the glass and downed the contents in one gulp.
x-x-x-x-x
Half an hour later, they were on the streets, riding in the backseat of a fancy limousine. They had hired the car to be in top form before their friend's guests. It was going to be a grand party at a star hotel. So they were sure to look their best.
They were few minutes away from the hotel when Richard noticed Sean shifting. "I'll need the loo before we go in," he confessed. "It's strange, I usually don't get full this fast."
Richard looked down, chuckling quietly. He glanced at Sean's crotch, at the way the fabric of his pants were bunched up. Was he getting an erection like he'd claimed? Or is it just the fabric?
x-x-x-x-x
Few minutes later, they were in the hotel.
Sean seemed to be in a hurry. In fact, he was. His need to pee was building, making it harder to hold with every passing minute.
"Sean," Richard called out as they hurried along. "I need to tell you something."
"What?"
"You told me it's strange."
"What?"
"That your bladder filling up this fast."
"Yeah,"he said quickly. He wasn't really bothered about casual talk now.
Richard paused mid-way and held Sean back. "I slipped a diuretic into your drink."
Sean just stared at him as he took a moment to realize what he was talking about. When he finally understood, his eyes bulged out in horror. "What!!!? Why?"
"You promised to make it up to me."
"What? Make it up what?" Then, he remembered. "Shhhiiiittt!"
"So you'll make it up to me, right?"
"Baby..." Sean mumbled. He couldn't take this up now. Not with this kind of urgency. His bladder was filling up super fast, and waiting it out for another half an hour at the max would guarantee wet pants. He knew why Richard was doing this. To bust his alibi of his had-to-pee-erection from that evening.
"You said that you get erections when you really need to pee, right?"
"I do," he almost begged. "But can we prove that at home one day? Not here? I promise I'll hold it all day for you."
"If there's something you need to prove, tonight's the chance. That girl isn't here."
Sean sighed. The junction between his groin and lower abdomen ached as his bladder continued to fill up.
"Baby, see listen," Sean held him gently. "I know what you mean, but see, I really really have to pee now. I won't survive out there without taking this piss, trust me. And it's going to be a long day."
"Fine," Richard shrugged. "I won't stop you. Go and take your piss. But then, it's over between us."
"What?" Sean couldn't believe his ears. "No, see, you can't do this."
"I can, Sean," Richard was firm. "Hold it for me. Have me. Take your leak and forget me."
Sean didn't know what to do. "How long?"
"Till we get home."
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Chris, Sean's and Richard's friend, was throwing a very grand party indeed. It was all set up in the hotel's great banquet hall. Unfortunately for Sean, the hall was jam packed with people they knew. People they had to meet, come what may.
The next circle of friends had joined them. As they talked and laughed, Richard glanced at Sean with a little smirk on his face.
Despite the wide grin on his face, it was clear that he was panicking. His eyes were a little pink and wide. His face, pale. Every now and then, he tugged up his slim-fit pants by its waistband, ran a hand over his swollen bladder and shoved his hands into his pants pocket while shifting on his feet.
"Friends!" A voice bellowed from the stage ahead of them.
They turned to see Chris, all dressed up in a shining tuxedo. "So here's the surprise I've been dying to tell you all." Smiling, he paused to look around the hall, checking to see if any of them could guess what it was. "Catherine and I are finally getting married."
A round of gasps erupted. Then, a huge round of applause.
"This is amazing!"
Richard heard a random comment and glanced over at Sean to see him clapping his hands.
The applause died down and Chris continued to talk upstage.
Sean stuffed his hands back into his pocket and shifted on his feet again.
Richard leaned towards him and spoke quietly. "How are you doing?"
Sean glanced at him and rolled his eyes while sighing. "I can't do this," he hissed.
"Yes, you can."
"No, I can't. If I don't pee now, I'll be in trouble."
"I still don't see the erection."
"I can't have it in here. Not with all these people! Are you crazy?"
"Fine. You want to pee?"
"Since long!"
"Okay, go and pee. But don't come back to me after that."
"Richie..."
"No, I mean it."
"Can we at least cut down on the time? You're asking me to hold it till we get home, which is ridiculous. I already have to pee so badly. How the hell am I going to hold it all night?" Sean spoke in a frantic whisper.
"I don't know. Just do it. And... that's where your erection comes in. It will lock in your piss."
"Don't you get it? I can't get erect in here."
"You will, if you're full enough. Problem is... you aren't."
Sean held his tongue for a moment, clearly seething. He grabbed Richard's hand and placed it over his bladder. "Tell me now. Tell me that I'm full." He gnashed his teeth.
Richard was stunned at the sudden move. He wasn't expecting that. He allowed his hand to rest over Sean's bladder for a moment, feeling its hardness. Indeed, it was full. Maybe not a hundred percent, but easily close to that. "Not enough," he smirked and gave a couple of pats, sending jolts into Sean's aching bladder. "Erections happen when you really-really-REALLY have to pee. And when I say that, it means, desperately. You aren't desperate enough."
"I am."
"It's time to raise your bar. I still say you're not desperate enough."
"I told you that I am. I'm just aching since so long."
"Simply aching doesn't mean you're ready. You will be when you really fear losing it. When you feel that hard push of pee struggling to get out, and then you succeed in holding it back, and you feel your cock throbbing. Until, the first jet of pee spurts out. And then another. And then another."
"Are you crazy? I can't do all that in here!" Sean spat and leaned in closer.
"Who's asking you to? Hold it in. That's how you get hard."
Frustrated, Sean hissed and bend over a little and peeked into Richard's face. Sean was a good 6'3. Richard was close. "See, listen to me. Let's do all of this at home. Trust me! I'll do anything that you want. Tie me up. Make me wear what you want. Make me get the biggest erection ever. Make me hold it all day. Heck, even a couple of leaks for you."
"That won't be an honest erection, Sean. Here, with all these people, you can't lie."
Sean sighed and gulped hard. He was close to that criteria Richard mentioned. His cock was throbbing after a huge surge of pee desperation. "Can we at least sit down somewhere? I can't hold on like this."
"I'd suggest you keep standing," Richard said coyly. "Challenge yourself."
"I'll have an accident," Sean argued. "Do you want me to hold it or just piss myself?"
Richard raised his eyebrows and smirked. "I see your point. Come, let's sit."
They sat at a rectangular table for six. As soon as he sat down, Sean squeezed his thighs shut, fanned them and gently edged on the chair.
Richard watched him, feeling aroused. He wasn't lying. He really did have to pee. And probably, he's close to exploding.
Quietly, without being noticed, Richard slipped a hand under the table and stealthily slithered over Sean's thigh.
Sean gave him a bewildered look. "What're you doing?" he whispered.
"Checking you out?"
Richard moved his hand to Sean's crotch, where his slim-fit pants were bunched up like a tent. He groped gently in an attempt to find his dick. With his pants being tight and fitting, and the ever-growing hardness, it wasn't hard to find Sean's penis. "Hmm, slowly getting hard, eh?"
Gulping hard, Sean looked away and jiggled a leg. His face was getting red from it all... getting touched there, the arousal, the fear of being seen... and the desperate the urge to urinate.
"You're doing good," Richard encouraged and continued to feel Sean's penis, holding it gently and progressing from the base to the tip.
Sean squeezed his eyes for a moment and pressed down on his lips. Being touched there while having to pee desperately was a different feeling altogether. Groaning quietly, he opened his eyes and let out a long, quiet puff.
"What?" Richard smirked at him.
He said nothing. He just clenched his abdomen. Richard could feel him do this again and again, a sign that he was working out on his pee muscles in a desperate attempt to not wet himself.
"I'll piss myself," he heard Sean whimper with his head down. He could hardly talk. Squeezing his thighs tightly together and slowly bobbing his legs up and down, he leaned forward as the need to void his bladder built to extreme levels. His hand shot out to grab his penis which was already held by Richard.
"What happened?" asked Richard.
Sean was so red in the face. He was holding on with everything he's got. He tightened his hold over Richard's hand which was over his thrumming penis.
"It's that feeling, isn't it?" asked Richard in an excited whisper. "The pee pushing hard to get out?"
"Hmm." Sean nodded. He rocked back and forth on his chair.
"It's okay, you'll make it," Richard assured and held Sean's hardening cock like a pencil, sliding up and down his shaft, slowly at first, then, faster, by a step, then two... then more. It didn't take long for his form to grow by an inch or two.
Sean exhaled while edging on his seat, as if humping Richard's hand. It felt like a hand job, the best hand job yet.
"What?" asked Richard, smirking.
"We need to find a bathroom," suggested Sean.
"If it's to pee, then, I object."
"No," Sean denied.
"I don't believe you." Richard let go off Sean's penis and leaned back onto his chair.
Sean shot at him, bewildered. "Why'd you stop?"
"Because you were breaking the rule," replied Richard smugly. "You're supposed to get an erection on your own. Solely out of your desperation."
Sean sighed in defeat and grabbed his hard on. He had to hold on till his "deadline" was completed. However, he hoped that Richard would let him go sooner. From the looks of it, he didn't think he could hold on that long. His bladder and penis hurt so bad from holding onto all the urine that was filling up by the minute.
The next one hour was pure torture for Sean as the diuretic continued to fill up his bladder to stretching point. He should have taken at least three bathroom breaks by now, instead, he had none.
When Richard looked at Sean, he was fanning his legs and edging at the same time. There was a clear, stiff bend in the fabric over his crotch. He wouldn't call it just a "bend". It was an erection. A good, solid erection that was still growing. He reached out and held it like a wand.
Sean hissed, his belly and crotch sucking in. He banged his thighs shut and placed his hand over Richard's, right where his hard on was standing proud. "Don't," he pleaded.
"Why not?"
"Just don't. It makes it worse."
"Makes what worse?"
"Urine," he mumbled.
"What urine?"
"Urination," Sean repeated. "I'm just dying to go piss."
"You're right. You do have to go. It's just so tight in there." Saying this, Richard rubbed over the stiffness in Sean's crotch, teasing his need to pee.
"Don't. Please."
"Rubbing it will help," Richard suggested. "Let me do it for you." Saying this, he went on to stroke his penis which was still within his pants and dying to let out the liquids in his bladder.
Sean leaned forward, clenching his belly. He exhaled as a wave of pleasure coupled with intense desperation washed over his entire body. Wanting faster relief from the huge need to urinate, he grabbed his cock which was now erect in his pants. He clenched it hard and wrung the tip, as if doing so will suppress the desperation. "That's it, I'm going to the bathroom." He shot to his feet and Richard quickly pulled him down.
"So does this mean that we're over?"
"No!!! We aren't. Baby, if I don't go now, I'll piss myself."
"I swear, the minute you go, I'll walk out of here. And you'll never even find me again."
Sighing and in desperate tears, Sean gave in and continued to labor through another hour of extreme pee desperation. |
Alright y'all, I spent 19 behind the wheel of my truck today, so naturally I did plenty of daydreaming. This story is loosely based on like 5 different stories, only one of them interesting enough to share and I'll post it in the wetting experiences forum at a later date. There is sexual content, but not until the after the wetting and I'll put a warning in. Anyway let me know how you like my first fiction.
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When Dillon was 17 he and his dad bought an old Dodge truck that didn't run. They rebuilt the motor, lifted it, put on big mud tires, and built it into an awesome off-road truck over the next few years. He was now a freshman in college and dating a girl named Elizabeth. He'd known her for practically forever, and had a crush on her since their 7th grade field trip to Gettysburg. They sat together on the bus ride there, talked, and listened to music. At 13 he was just starting to really notice girl's, and that morning he decided he liked her. They'd been family friends and gone to school together for as long as he could remember. He always enjoyed her company. They were the same age, and at 13 she was 5'2" and probably 85lbs dripping wet. Very petite girl.
They had a fantastic day together, laughing, talking, and taking in the historical site. They bonded over enjoying American history.
On the bus ride home she gave him the window seat, then promptly fell asleep on his shoulder. After a 3 hour bus ride they were about 15 minutes from the school when she woke up and asked to trade him seats.
"Why?" Dillon asked confused.
"I'm gonna pee my pants" she answered dead serious.
They quickly traded seats and she did. He gave her his hoodie to tie around her waist, and no one noticed as it was nighttime by now and everyone was half asleep. That sealed the deal for him. He really liked her. He transferred schools the next year, but they stayed in contact over the next few years until he found himself back for the last year of highschool. They picked up right where they left off and immediately started dating.
Fast forward a year and a half and they were going to college an hour apart and both working full time. She had matured a lot since the first time he saw her pee herself, but she was still very petite, around 105lbs, though they did wear the same size shoe. His feet were small for his size and her's were large for her very small frame. It was a running joke between them, being able to share shoes.
Spring break rolled around and Dillon surprised her with a camping trip up in the mountains in his pride and joy, the old Dodge truck.
They left Saturday morning and spent all day 4 wheeling through the mountains. Elizabeth, though raised very civilized, had grown accustomed to peeing outside since starting to date Dillon. She also liked to hold for him every once in awhile because he'd told her about his desperation fetish 3 months into their relationship.
They camped out Saturday night, packed up in the morning and drove to the nearest town for breakfast. Dillon wanted to take another off-road trail home, but they both had to work early Monday morning, and wheeling that hard used a lot of fuel. Being broke college kids, Elizabeth convinced him to just take the interstate home. She was able to convince him only after promising to get a big iced tea and hold for him.
They stopped at the gas station, he fueled up, and she went in to get her tea. Tea went straight through her. They both knew this. Dillon was growing excited already. It'd been months since she'd held for him and even longer since they'd had 2 full days together.
About 45 minutes down the road and Dillon was cruising along, his right hand resting lightly on her crossed legs as she talked endlessly. She talked a lot when she had to pee.
Elizabeth was at a 6/10 with over an hour left in the drive, and she was filling fast. Iced tea always went straight through her. They were going to have to stop, but she was enjoying the effect she was having on him too much to stop yet. She was casually looking out the passenger window when suddenly Dillon slammed on the brakes. She buried a one hand in her crotch and put the other on the dash to brace herself. The sudden jolt had almost made her leak.
Once they stopped she looked up. 2 cops and a fire truck were blocking the freeway and just beyond them a semi truck was in it's side blocking the whole road. Her heart sank. They weren't going anywhere anytime soon, and she had to pee.
Dillon saw the accident and knew it was going to be awhile. He shut the truck off, slid the seat back and relaxed. They continued talking, and he became more aroused as she grew visibly more desperate. She squirmed, danced in her seat, crossed and uncrossed her legs, and held herself on and off, talking and talking and talking the whole time trying to distract herself. Damn she was cute and he couldn't believe how lucky he was too have her.
Soon her talking slowed and she crossed her legs tightly with her fingers buried firmly against her pee hole. Dillon noticed something change and his arousal immediately subsided.
Elizabeth was in the middle of telling him about her English midterm when it started to hurt. Only once had it hurt before, and she'd peed her pants sitting next to him on a school bus. She bent forward slightly and realized just how bad it was. The wrecker had finally showed up almost an hour after they'd stopped, but it was going to be awhile until the truck was moved enough for traffic to get through. She was at an 8.5/10 and still getting worse fairly quickly. This was not good.
Dillon could see the change in her attitude. Suddenly he wasn't turned on anymore, purely sympathetic.
"Are you ok babe?" He asked
She turned and looked at him, a single tear slipped from her left eye, and she barely muttered "It hurts. It hurts really bad."
He started thinking about how to fix it immediately. This wasn't a sexy gave anymore.
"Do you want me to hold up a blanket? We can open the door to block from the front, I'll block the back, and you can go out the side of the truck" he offered
"There's cops everywhere. I'm not doing that. I can hold it."
He thought more, "You can't hold it. It's going to be at least another hour until we move, and the next gas station is still another 20 minutes."
Her expression became grim. She bent forward slightly. 9/10. It hurt bad.
The last thing he could think, "just pee your pants babe. My seats are waterproof, and there's no carpet on the floor. I'll hose the truck out when we get home. I do it all the time."
She thought about it for a second, and decided she'd do just that, but not yet. There was a way out. She had clothes in her backpack in the back seat, she could pee right here. Suddenly it was fun again, and she was going to drive him insane.
Dillon saw the wheels turning in her head. Suddenly she flipped up the center console, and slid into the center seat. Now he was confused. She grabbed his right hand, pushed his fingers against her pee hole, and whispered into his ear, "help me hold it babe." He was turned on again instantly. She rested her head on his shoulder, if you could call it that, her entire body was tense with the effort of holding in 44oz of iced tea. She continued to use his hand to hold the torrent inside her bladder. It was throbbing, a painful 9.5/10.
They talked calmly about how nice their trip had been for about 5 more minutes, her words were forced and her legs were unbelievably tense the entire time. He could feel the sheer willpower through her every muscle. Then he heard it before he felt it, a soft hiss for a split second. He could feel a tiny damp spot on her jeans. She picked her head up off his shoulder, and whispered in his ear again, "babe it hurts so bad, I can't hold it anymore. Do you want me to pee my pants? Is that what you want?" It was incredibly seductive in sound.
"Yes" he choked out, his voice caught in his throat with excitement.
She uncrossed her legs, spread her knees a few inches assist, and relaxed. Hot pee poured through her jeans for what felt like an eternity. He wasn't pressing into her hard anymore, his hand just rested gently on her crotch. It felt so warm, and he still didn't fully believe it was actually happening.
SEXUAL CONTENT BEGIN
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Fully empty Elizabeth relaxed next to him, put her head back on his shoulder, and then rubbed his leg gently, her pinky finger a fraction of an inch from his hard dick. She could see the imprint of it through his gym shorts.
"I kinda have to pee too" he said weakly, mind still reeling from the last 20 minutes.
She knew that he liked getting off when he had to go, but not too badly. She gently slid the waistband of his shorts down and pulled his dick out.
"Too bad for me to do this?" She asked as she gently stroked it, then bent slowly down and began giving him head.
"No it's perfect" he answered, voice weaker even yet. He really couldn't believe this was all happening. He fixated on the sensation, her small hands, her soft lips, and the dull pressure in his bladder heightening everything. He barely made it 3 minutes before finishing.
She left his dick out and watched it soften slowly, then grabbed her empty iced tea cup, removed the lid, and gently pointed his penis into it.
"You can go now too." She loved holding his penis while he went. If you told her a year ago that would get her off she'd have laughed in your face, but here she was doing it for the 3rd time and loving every second of it. His stream started slowly, then increased, and finished in about 30 seconds.
"I win," she said matter of factly.
"What?" He stammered, thoroughly confused
"I peed more. And in my pants. I win"
"Well you cheated."
She opened her mouth to respond, then closed it. Yeah she'd cheated. Suddenly she remembered all the cops not even 100 feet away. "Babe I just gave you a blow job with cops standing right there."
He burst out laughing. "Fuuuccckkkkk yeah you did. And that's why I love you so much"
She sat in her wet jeans for a few more minutes, thinking about how she couldn't wait for him to give her head when they got to her apartment. Then she stripped her bottom half off, cleaned up a bit with the baby wipes and toilet paper that Dillon always kept in the glove box, and slipped on a pair of Nike shorts. No panties.
She wanted so badly to rub herself, but maintained her self control until they got home, and it was so worth it.
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Hope ya enjoyed it, critiques already welcome:) |
For this chapter we're going to bank up to when Dillon and Elizabeth first started dating as seniors in highschool.
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Dillon got off work Saturday evening and cruised over to Elizabeth's house to pick her up. He and his dad had just put the engine back in the old Dodge the weekend before and he'd been driving it to break it in.
He got to her house and walked in the front door. They were family friends and her parents liked him a lot. Her dad always made that clear. He couldn't believe after all these years they were finally dating. She was great and so was her family. Her dad was watching TV and greeted him.
"See y'all got that old Dodge running again. I know you're your dad's boy but I really wish you'd have built a Ford." Kevin was a hot rodder and a die hard Ford fan
"Nah Kev, you know Dodge makes the best trucks. Always has, always will."
He waved his hand as if to swat away the blasphemy. "Elizabeth's in her room working on that English paper that I know you haven't even started. I swear you'd be flunking if it weren't for my daughter."
"Both those statements are true," Dillon called back, walking down the hall to her room. The door was open and he poked his head in, "hey let's go wheeling, then hit the bonfire tonight."
She spun her chair around, "I need to finish this paper."
"We'll do it tomorrow. Come on it's Saturday, we're going."
She rolled her eyes, "ok give me 15 to change and we'll go."
Dillon sat in the living room and talked trucks with Kevin while he waited. Elizabeth came out a few minutes later having changed from her Nike shorts and tank top to a pair of jeans, hiking boots, and a long sleeve shirt. She grabbed her jacket out if the closet on their way out.
"So we're going wheeling?" She asked a Dillon backed out of the driveway.
"Well yeah I want to climb that hill and hit that mud hole out by Lane's house. Gotta make sure the new transfercase is working right."
She didn't know what that meant but nodded as if she did. She liked that he was into cars like her dad was.
They drove in silence until they hit the dirt road, and she decided to bring up their continued argument about college. "Are you going to school with me next year?"
"Are we doing this now?" He responded dryly. "Babe you know I'm miserable. I hate school. I like my job at the golf course and I like working for your dad."
"So you want to keep working for him and maybe take over the boat shop?"
"Elizabeth I'm 18. All I know is I'm not mentally prepared for another 4 years of school. Besides that-" he stopped short.
She could see the sadness in his eyes again. He slowly pulled his can of Copenhagen from his pocket and put a dip in, driving casually with his knee.
"You I know I hate that." She said firmly staring daggers into his cheek.
"We're already having one argument, let's not have 2." He couldn't look at her, fighting back tears. "Besides that, my dad's EKG came back this morning."
Her heart sank.
"It's irregular." A single tear slipped down Dillon's cheek. "I have to keep working, he's probably going to need another surgery."
Elizabeth felt the truck start slowing down and she looked back at him. "Ok, I get it. I just know how smart you are and I don't want to see you waste it."
"Mechanics need to be smart too Elizabeth. And I like being a mechanic."
She thought for a second. Her dad was one of the smartest men she knew. "Ok. Keep working. I like that plan."
They continued driving and after about 10 more minutes Elizabeth noticed a dull pressure in her bladder. Too much coffee today while she was writing her paper. "Wait you said you were going to write your paper tomorrow. You're working for my dad tomorrow."
"I never said IIII was going to write it." He responded smirking.
She rolled her eyes again. She wanted to tell him she had to pee, but not 3 days ago he'd admitted his fetish to her. She still hadn't quite wrapped her head around it.
"So if I have to pee, that turns you on right?"
He glanced over at her, "yes." He responded skeptical. "That was random."
"What if I pee my pants."
"Yes I also like that. I told you that I felt bad after that field trip, but I really liked it. Still random."
"Well I have to pee. Does that turn you on?"
He didn't really know what to say at this point. "Do you want me to stop?"
"I've never peed outside."
"So no."
"I don't know I kinda want to try it. I'm gonna have to learn at some point. I like wheeling with you."
He pulled the truck to the side of the dirt road. They was no one around for miles.
"Right here?" She asked.
"Babe we haven't seen another car for 20 minutes. There's no one out here."
"You can't watch."
"Obviously," he said as he made a point to look out his side window.
She didn't have to go bad, but she did have to go. She climbed out and left the door open so he couldn't sneak a look through the side mirror. She stepped a few steps away, pulled down her jeans, and squatted next to the rear tire. She tried to relax, but she really didn't think she could go. After about 30 seconds she was getting more nervous and tensing up. Almost a minute had passed when the first little bit dribbled out. Then a little more. Then it was flowing finally.
Dillon sat in the driver's seat, looking the opposite way, listening to her stream hit the ground, and trying not to think about how hot she was making him. "Not now," he mumbled to himself. They'd only been dating 2 months, and had yet to do anything more than kiss.
She finished and climbed back into the truck, "that wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be. Just took a minute to get started."
He was still staring out his window.
"Did I turn you on."
"Yep," he said shortly as he started the truck and began driving again. "But we're not gonna do anything about it because I like you waaaay too much to jump in that fast."
After about an hour of 4 wheeling they pulled up to the bonfire. Someone had scored a 30 pack of Coors. Elizabeth asked Dillon if he wanted any but he said no because he was driving. Elizabeth took that as the green light to drink. They talked, listened to music, and laughed late into the night. Elizabeth was halfway through her 3rd beer when she felt the first twinge. Right after she opened her 4th some of the guys left. She was halfway through it when more packed up. Then it was just Lane, Dillon, and Elizabeth.
"You can head home Lane," Dillon said. We'll put the fire out.
Elizabeth downed the last of the beer and tossed the can into the bed of his truck. Lane's parents didn't care if he drank so he always took the emptys. No one asked questions and all was good. He tossed his chair in the back and rolled out. Dillon and Elizabeth sat on the tailgate of his truck and watched the dying fire.
"I have to pee again," she said. "Pretty bad this time."
He hopped off the tailgate, "me too." He stepped away a few feet, facing away, unzipped his fly, and went.
Elizabeth crossed her legs watching. She didn't want to go outside again. Her first time earlier wasn't that bad, but it was uncomfortable and she would just wait until she was home.
Dillon sat back on the tailgate and without a word kissed her. She kissed back, putting her hand on the back of his head and pulling him in. Next thing she knew his hand was rubbing her leg, just a few inches from her crotch. She liked when he touched her, but they'd agreed to wait a little longer, and between the heat building between her legs, and the pee trying to force it's way out, she pulled back. "Do you WANT me to pee my pants?!? I had 4 beers babe I have to gooooo."
"We just talked about this. Are you telling me to turn me on, or telling me because you want to go home?"
She wasn't really sure. She thought for a second more. "Do you want me to pee my pants?" She asked again. More teasing this time.
"Wait. What?!?"
"Would you like that? If I peed my pants."
He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Ok I know it's an odd thing to be into, but I literally told you twice now. Yes I would very much like that."
She climbed off the tailgate and stood facing him a few feet away. She spread her legs shoulder width apart and looked him dead in the eyes.
"Babe no. What are you going to tell your parents?"
"I'll tell them I laughed too hard at the thing Lane said about 9 inch nails and peed. It's happened to me before. Not for awhile, but my mom knows."
She still hadn't moved and he still couldn't quite believe this might happen. There was no way, he told himself. It took her forever to go in the desert today there was no way she'd be able to go on purpose right now in her jeans.
She could see the wheels turning in his head and decided to up the ante. She stepped forward, kissed him hard while simultaneously grabbing his dick directly. Then she stepped back, spread get legs again, and it must've been the beer, but she started peeing instantly. Full force straight into her jeans.
He watched bewildered. She'd just touched him and was now pissing FULL FORCE into her jeans.
Her stream slowed, then stopped.
"Wow." He said, still not fully understanding what just happened.
"That's all you have to say?"
"Uhhhhh, wow."
"Throw some sand on the fire and take me home," she playfully said winking at him.
She climbed into the truck while he put the fire out. They rode home in silence, though she sat in the center with her head on his shoulder while he gently rubbed her leg, feeling the wet spot. He still didn't fully believe that had just happened. He'd only told her 3 days ago. This girl.
He walked her to the front door and gave her a quick kiss goodnight. He could see the TV was on, and though he desperately wanted to make out more, someone was in the living room.
She opened the door, walked in, and said to her mom in the most playful way possible, "mom look i peed my pants."
He barely heard this as he was walking down the steps to his truck. Kevin was going to kill him tomorrow. |
Astrid Hofferson is female character from How To Train a Dragon. I hope you enjoy.
It was cold day on Berk. Astrid just woke up. She was wearing only white cotton panties for sleep. Astrid quickly dressed up in her skirt with spikes - She really liked it, and it was pretty thought, so it protected her. She got her leather-metal boosted shirt. Astrid had very big bladder. She could hold her pee for a very, very long time. She always wanted to see how much she can hold it, she only once got to the point where she was very desperated. Astrid haven't went to morning pee. The urge wasn't big for her.
She went to Hiccup - they were going to see new island, where might be new dragon species. She got to his house and knocked his door few times. After a while Hiccup opened the door.
- Hi Astrid, I just woke up... - He said with sleepy look on his face.
- But we'll see new island today, you forgot? - Said Astrid. Hiccup's got less sleepy in a instant.
- Oh right, let's go. We might get back to Berk very late if we go later. Just give me a minute to wake up Toothless. - Said Hiccup. - Come inside.
Astrid went inside and saw Hiccup waking up Toothless. It was cute view, seeing dragon waking up.
- Water, wine? - Asked Hiccup.
- Only water - Said Astrid. Hiccup got her glass of water, which she drank in few seconds.
- You've been pretty thirsty huh? - Said Hiccup, kinda shocked.
- Yes, haven't drank anything this morning. - Said Astrid
- Okay then, we shall go to that island now - Said Hiccup.
They packed some food and drink and got on their dragons. Astrid was flying right to Hiccup on her dragon Stormfly. After 30 minutes of fly above ocean, she started to feel very small urge, which she ignored. It was nothing for her. Hour later they saw the island.
- We found it! - Shouted Astrid.
- Okay, land in the middle of the island! - Shouted back Hiccup.
The island wasn't too big. It had small forest, and plain in the middle. They both landed.
- Let's split and search the island for dragons. - Said Hiccup.
Astrid went in part of forest from direction they flew from. After 30 minutes of walk she found no dragon. She got her backpack off and drank some water which was prepared in five 1l bottles. Astrid drank one full bottle at once. She got her bacpack on and went to search more. After a hour she still found no dragon. Astrid started to feel her urge grow a bit. It was making Astrid a little uncomfortable, but she didn't want to pee in woods, so she continued to hold it. After another hour she again drank a bottle of water. Her urge to pee was still small. After 30 minutes she decided to go back to middle of the island. She found Hiccup there.
- Have you found any dragon on your side? - he asked.
- No, nothing else than trees. - Said Astrid - How about you?
- Same - Said Hiccup. - Let's eat something and then we'll continue searching but by flying on our dragons.
They got their backpacks off and packed out some steaks and bread. Hiccup placed steaks on his shield, turned to Toothless and asked:
- Could you heat it up? - The dragon shoot small, hot, purple plasma ball at steak, which cooked instantly. - Thank you.
After eating Astrid drank one and a half bottle. Hiccup decided not to comment.
- Let's get on dragons and see the terrain from the air. - Said Hiccup and got on Toothless.
- Hey, wait for me! - Shouted to Hiccup who was now going up in the air. She got on her Stormfly and flew in other direction than Hiccup. After 15 minutes her urge to pee grew. The water was now getting into her. It was now urge which was hard to ignore. After 15 minutes she saw her whole island part - Nothing was in there, so she flought to the middle where they have been eating. Hiccup wasn't there. She drank half bottle of water. 5 minutes later Hiccup got back, smiling.
- I've found a cave enterance! - He said. - It's in place not seeable from ground.
- That's where dragons can be! - Said Astrid excited.
They both flew to cave enterance, and told their dragons to stay outside. It was dark in cave, so Hiccup turned on his fire sword. Astrid was behind him. Her urge grew again. She haven't had to pee like now for very long time. She started to cross her legs from time to time. She thought that she can hold it until coming back to her house.
- Look, that rock is red hot! - Said Astrid, pointing at rock.
- Aha, so there are dragons! - Said Hiccup. - Let's go! Said Hiccup. They were both going throught long, big tunnel down to the world. There were dripping sounds which made Astrid's urge increase. She started to bit her lips. At the end there was giant room, with a lot of eggs. There was also a sleeping giant blue dragon.
- It's so big and beautiful! - Whispered Astrid.
- We have to get back - Said Hiccup. - It can attack us when it wakes up. We'll get here tommorow with other dragon riders. It's too dangerous.
They slowly were heading back. Astrid happy, because the sound of water dropplets was making her urge grow. They got on their dragons and got to the middle again, to eat before leaving. Astrid didn't really want to - She thought that she might not reallt hold it until getting back to her house. After eating she drank half bottle of water. They got on their dragons and flew back to Berk. After 20 minutes Hiccup flew near Astrid.
- I forgot my fire sword in cave... We have to go back. - Said Hiccup. Astrid has sweated. The half bottle of water made her very desperated. The flowing ocean water below her wasn't helping. She didn't knew if she is able to hold it. They flew back to that island. Hiccup left Astrid in middle of it. While getting off her dragon, Astrid has got hit by big urge because of spreading legs to get off of her dragon. She quickly undressed her skirt to hold her crotch more easily. She was standing in middle of plain in her white panties and no skirt. Astrid caught her crotch very tightly - another urge wave has hit her. She leaked a bit. She blushed. Astrid enjoyed that feeling of leaking in her panties. She was doing pee dance, crossing her legs to not pee herself. She leaked again. Now she felt stream going down her legs. Then another. Her thick butt was now completly wet. Astrid knew that she lost it. She started to wet herself completly. Her panties got soaked very quickly. Her legs were now in streams of pee. After 2 minutes she haven't noticed that Hiccup came to het. She was still peeing and had orgasm. After 2 more minutes she stopped peeing.
- Umm Astrid... - Started Hiccup.
- Oh! - Blushed Astrid. - How much you saw?...
- 2 minutes of you peeing and moanibg - said Hiccup. - I'll not tell anyone but...
- but what? - Asked scaried Astrid. If anyone would know... She would be so emberrased....
- But promise me to do that again. Said Hiccup.
- No problem - Said Astrid with a naughty smile. She was enjoying peeing herself for the first time, and she wanted to do that again. |
New member just starting to get my feet... wet. Here’s my first go at a fiction, any feedback is welcome!
Includes references to messing and what could perhaps be considered mild sexual content
Ch 1
Mira sat at the table distractedly eating a sandwich. She wasn’t feeling particularly hungry but knew she needed to eat something before her soccer game against her team’s crosstown rival. She was the team’s star goalie and though it was still early in the season this was a game her team definitely wanted to win. She gulped down the last of her large glass of water and went to refill it reminding herself that she had to stay hydrated for the big game. As she finished up her sandwich her dad came down the stairs and asked if she wanted him to drop her off at the school on his way out of town. “Thanks,” she said, “but I’ll just ride my bike it’s not too far and it’s a really nice day.” Her dad wished her good luck at her game and reminded her not to burn down the house that night and that the extra key was under the rock in the backyard. Mira assured him she could take care of herself, reminding him that she’d be off to college next year. After he left, Mira finished the last few bites of her sandwich and poured herself one more glass of water, the memory of having to come out of last week’s game due to dehydration still fresh in her mind. Then again, she thought, she wouldn’t want to drink too much and have her admittedly small bladder cause her issues during the game. She decided the latter was the lesser of two evils, especially considering there were multiple porta-potties right by the field she could use if necessary. She downed the final glass of water and quickly packed up her bag to bring with her to the game. She grabbed a Gatorade from the fridge and went to fill up her large water bottle. The water running into the bottle made her realize the water she’d drank had already reached her bladder and she gently shifted her weight back and forth as the bottle finished filling. The twinge in her bladder brought memories of her incident freshman year flooding back. She vividly recalled becoming desperate to pee on the long bus ride back after they’d lost the championship game. She had been too shy to ask to stop, fearing the ridicule that would come from the upperclassmen. She remembered desperately trying to hang on, her legs crossed and her hands dug into her crotch, barely managing to hold it until they got back to the school late that night. She made beeline for the school, desperately hoping to make it to the bathroom in time and she would have made it too... had the janitor remembered to unlock the locker room for them. She remembered pulling madly on the locked door with tears welling up in her eyes as she felt a warm wet feeling spreading between her legs. Three years later, the humiliation of her teammates coming to find her standing in a giant puddle of her own urine was still burned into her mind. However, she also felt a strange sense of curiosity and excitement as she thought about the incident. Just as these thoughts were striking her she realized her water bottle was overflowing into he sink and she snapped back to reality. She packed and zipped up her bag, ducked in the bathroom to relieve herself and then hopped on her bike and headed to the game. Mira only lived a few blocks from the school and always enjoyed the short bike ride. She was a responsible and conscientious high school senior, consistently making the honor roll and excelling in various sports and extracurriculars. Mira was about 5’7” with straight, medium length brown hair and an athletic, slender build. She had perky b-cup breasts and long, tan, toned legs that caught the attention of more than a few guys at her school. However, despite a couple attempts, she never seemed to have much luck with dating. Despite this, her thoughts kept wandering to a particular guy she hoped would ask her to homecoming this year. She sang with Tyler in choir and they always seemed to be in the same classes but had never really talked until the past summer when they went on a biology class trip together. He was tall and lanky and a little on the awkward side but had a charming sense of humor and a singing voice that she had to admit made her melt a little. Before she knew it, she arrived at the school and made her way on to the field to begin warming up for the game.
Ch 2
Mira became completely focused on the game as she warmed up, going through drills with the backup goalie and reviewing information about their opponent. About 15 mins before the game was set to start, their coach called them into a huddle. He offered them words of encouragement and reminded them that citywide bragging rights were on the line. He also delivered some unfortunate news that some students had gotten a bit rowdy the previous night and tipped over the porta-potties near the field so if they needed to use the restroom before the game they’d have to make the trek to the school. A few girls elected to go but Mira didn’t feel any need to go and saw them working to repair the porta-potties figuring they would be ready by halftime and she’d have no problem waiting until then. As the game approached and the sun started to beat down on them the coach reminded everyone to continue to stay hydrated. Distracted by nerves, Mira drank about a third of her large water bottle and half of her Gatorade before the game started. Just as it was about to start she looked up to the stands and noticed Tyler was there. The game began and roughly the first quarter of it passed fairly uneventfully with neither team scoring and Mira easily deflecting the few shots that came her way. At one point the ball was on the opposite side of the field for several minutes and she used the opportunity to drink from the water bottle she had stowed near the goal. Not really paying attention to how much she was drinking and feeling the heat of the sun, she drank almost all the water remaining and her loyal backup goalie provided her with a freshly refilled one. With about 20 minutes to go until halftime she felt a sharp pang in her lower abdomen. She would definitely have to visit the bathroom during the break. However, her team soon scored taking a 1-0 lead, distracting her from the growing pressure. A couple minutes later, an opponent broke through the defense and took a hard shot at the goal. Mira dove toward it and was able to deflect it away drawing applause from the crowd. Including Tyler. The rest of the half was nonstop action as she had to block several more shots as the defense was wearing out. However, they managed to make it to halftime without giving up any more goals and entered the break with a 1-0 lead. As Mira jogged to the team bench, she felt a large volume of liquid sloshing about in her bladder and knew she definitely needed a trip to the toilet. She gently jiggled her legs as the coach implored the defense to do a better job. “Mira won’t be able to stop everything the rest of the game” he warned them. No kidding, she thought, I won’t able to stop myself from peeing all over if don’t get a bathroom break soon. She remembered seeing them pulling the porta-potties upright near the end of the half and briefly looked over to make sure there would be too long a line. Much to her to her dismay she saw the porta-potties being loaded onto a truck and being driven away! She panicked, looking at the time and realizing she only had about 5 minutes until the game resumed. “Hey coach, are they going to have the porta-potties fixed before the second half starts?” She asked, a hint of desperation in her voice. He said he wasn’t sure but probably not, but given the circumstances he was sure they’d be willing to wait to start the second half if she had to run into the school. She felt a sense of panic rising in her imagining how embarrassing it would be having her opponents watching her run to and from the bathroom. She didn’t want to show that kind of weakness, especially in such a close game. The whole crowd would also probably know what was happening... including Tyler. “I’ll be fine, just some nerves.” She said with a phony sense of confidence. Her need had reached about a 7 and she knew holding it the rest of the game would be pushing her limit. “Mira you’ve got nothing to worry about you’re playing a great game just keep it up in the second half” her coach reassured her. As the game resumed, she made her way into the field, reassuring herself that as long as she didn’t drink too much more water she’d be able to make it. As the game resumed she didn’t see too much action as the defense had taken their coach’s words to heart and only let a few weak shots come Mira’s way. She soon even received some more help from her offense as one of her teammates was able to boot one past the outstretched arms of the opponent’s goalie. 2-0 lead! However, along with her celebration came a strong signal from her bladder that the pressure was growing. “Come on Mira” she thought to herself. “You’re an adult now you can hold it.” But she was finding it difficult to stand still, hoping the crowd would view her fidgety movements as an attempt to stay warmed up. She looked at the clock, disheartened to find that only about 1/3 of the second half had elapsed. She decided the best way to distract herself would be to focus intensely on the game, which soon began necessary as the other team’s star forward started becoming very aggressive. Mira was able to block several of her shots but could feel the pressure building both in the game and in her abdomen. After passing it over her head to a teammate down the field she felt a sharp stab of pain from her bladder and she drew in a sharp breath, instinctively clamping her legs together to try to prevent herself from leaking. That was a close call but in the heat of the competition it seemed her predicament had gone unnoticed. She again looked up at the scoreboard, happy to find that the intense sequence of events had caused the time to pass quickly, with now only 1/3 of the second half remaining. She certainly felt a strong urge to relive herself but felt that as long as she didn’t attempt any more overhead passes she’d be able to make it. Her attention snapped back to the game as she once again saw the other team’s forward sprinting down the field with the ball. But this time the defender stumbled and fell to the ground, giving her a clear path toward Mira. Crap, thought Mira, she’s got a wide open shot. The forward seemed to be focusing toward the top right corner of the goal as she approached and Mira began to anticipate moving in that direction. Unfortunately, the forward switched feet and kicked the ball in the other direction, Mira realizing her mistake as she was unable and the ball traveled past her into the goal. The other team’s fans erupted in cheers for the first time in the game. Now it was 2-1 and they still had 12 minutes left to play. Frustrated, Mira retrieved the ball knowing the goal wasn’t entirely her fault but wishing she could have stopped it. Her coaches and teammates shouted encouragement from the sidelines but she knew it was going to be an intense game the rest of the way. To make matters worse, her need had reached almost 8.5 and the elastic of her shorts was pushing painfully against her overfilled bladder. She was very much looking forward to the relief that was on the way if they could just hold off this other team for a few more minutes. She imagined lowering herself sitting blissfully on the toilet her eyes closed in relief as she was finally able to empty her aching bladder. She could already hear the strong stream of her pent-up pee hissing out of her and splashing loudly into the toilet bowl. She hadn’t had to pee this badly in ages. Ok, she’d had a few close calls from barely making it to a rest stop bathroom after drinking too much iced coffee during a family toad trip to barely making through that choir concert after drinking way too much water to try to avoid coughing during her solo. Then there was the time her most recent date had thought it would be romantic to catch a movie and then walk through the park back to his house. She ate way too much popcorn during the movie bringing on a different kind of desperation. She wondered what part of her sweatily clutching her stomach awkwardly speed-shuffling into a sketchy park bathroom to noisily empty her bowels had caused that to be their last date. But still her accident freshman year was the only time she had leaked more than a few spurts into her panties since grade school other than a few isolated incidents of bedwetting. Her attention snapped back to the game as she saw her teammate take a shot at the goal. It looked good but bounced off the post, tough luck. As the seven minute park passed Mira felt a wave of desperation and tensed her body, trying to hold it in without betraying to anyone that she was on the verge of wetting her shorts. A few members of the crowd including Tyler had noticed her fidgeting but figured she was nervous about this nail-biter of a game. The next few minutes the ball never made it to Mira’s side of the field meaning there was nothing to distract her from trying to hold her sphincter shut. In reality, she was still around an 8.5 but the inability to hold herself was causing her need to increase in intensity exponentially. As she was attempting to discreetly squeeze her thighs together to lessen the pressure the other team was suddenly making a break down the field toward her. She saw their star forward receive a pass and begin advancing toward her. This was it, 2 minutes to play if they could get a stop they would win. The other team worked the ball around looking for a clear shot at the goal. With about 30 seconds left to play their forward once again sliced through the defense and took aim at the corner of the goal. But this time Mira has anticipated her shot correctly and was able to dive for it and deflect it with outstretched arms. Her crowd erupted in cheers in response to the game-winning save. The game finally ended and with it came enthusiastic applause from the crowd. As the coach called them to a huddle to debrief Mira intentionally chose a spot near the back of the huddle where she was finally able to use her hand to discreetly hold herself. Her hand clutching her crotch provided some much needed relief but unfortunately caught the attention of her friend who acknowledged it with a wink. Mercifully, her coach soon wrapped up by congratulating them on a good game and giving them the rest of the weekend. After they broke up the huddle Mira hustled to grab her bag and make a beeline off the field and to the school to the sweet relief of a toilet. However, her friend managed to catch up to her on her way off the field. “Thinking about Tyler there were we?” she teased. Gosh Angie was such a bad influence but they had been best friends since childhood and she knew her better than anyone. “Please Angie stop I have to pee so bad.” “Ok, ok I’m just saying we’ve got the day off tomorrow and your parents are out of town you could totally invite him over tonight and really show him a good time.” Mira turned red in the face and stammered out something about having homework to do as they exited the field. However, there was going to be one more obstacle on her path to the bathroom as Tyler was waiting outside with a sign and flowers to ask her to homecoming! As she approached the crowd of her friends turning even redder in the face she managed to get her heart back into rhythm and respond with a “yes, of course!” They put their arms around each other as their friends took pictures but a wave of desperation soon struck her and she had to wriggle to body to hold it in which she played off as just as a way to get out of his grip and turn to tell him something... “um... thank you I can’t wait!” She managed to get out and he responded with a smile and much to her shock asked if he could take the star goalie out for some ice cream, adding that he had brought his bike. Not wanting to disappoint her crowd she responded that of course she would love to!
Ch 3
Her friends all shouted their encouragement as Tyler began to lead her toward the bike rack which was unfortunately in the opposite direction of the school... She hesitated but soon followed him, again feeling too shy to voice her desperate need to use the bathroom. Plus, she figured, they’d just head to the cold stone line 5 minutes down the street and she could perfectly innocently slip into the restroom under the guise of washing the grass and dirt off her hands before eating. She tried to limit her fidgeting as she fumbled with the bike lock and eventually managed to get on her bike, and she was even able to get a bit of relief by pushing her crotch into the seat. She was now confident she would be able to make the short ride even though her desperation was approaching a 9 at this point. As the cold stone came into view, she felt her bladder give that characteristic spasm when she knew relief was close. She at least hoped the bathroom would be unoccupied so she wouldn’t again have to wait without the benefit of holding herself which she seriously doubted was possible at this point. However, much to her dismay Tyler biked right past cold stone. Crap! He was probably taking her to that ice cream truck they set up downtown on the weekends. She considered asking him to go back to cold stone, maybe telling him she only had time for the short trip and she could make up something she had to do later. But before she could they were already far past cold stone and she thought it would be too weird to ask him to turn back. They soon arrived at the truck and got in line. It definitely served some unique and delicious ice cream creations and she was glad Tyler had similar taste but unfortunately there was not a bathroom in sight. Beginning to panic, she asked Tyler if he knew of any bathrooms around where she could wash some of the dirt off her hands and he pointed out the bottle of hand sanitizer sitting on the counter of the truck and said unfortunately that might be all she had to work with. “Oh that’ll be just perfect thanks” she stuttered now truly beginning to panic. She was now at a full 9 and knew she wouldn’t be able to make it to the front of the 10-person line in front of her without either holding herself or wetting herself. And her crush was standing right next to her! Ugh why hadn’t she just run quick into the school before they left. She felt a small spurt escape and dampen her panties and Tyler asked if she was ok as he noticed her tensely fidgeting. “Yeah sorry I’m just nervous I haven’t been on like a date kind of thing in awhile you know.” “So soccer balls flying at you at a hundred miles an hour is no big deal but eating ice cream that makes you nervous?” Tyler asked jokingly. He realized that may not have been the nicest thing to say so he apologized saying this was his first real date ever and he was plenty nervous too but they were in this together. Mira assured him that he was doing an excellent job but instantly felt another spurt release into her panties. She had to do something, she was about to have an accident in front of the first guy she really liked. Thinking fast, she noticed that the tables around the stand were filling up very quickly and they might not get a spot if they waited until they both got their ice cream. “Hey, um, would it be ok if I go get us a spot to sit before they’re all taken? I’ll take a medium cookies and cream blaster.” “Oh yeah good call,” Tyler responded, “I can get that ordered for you and I’ll meet you there.” Having at least momentarily avoided humiliation, Mira found a table behind the stand that luckily would be able to conceal her holding herself under the table. She crossed her legs and discreetly slipped her hand between them, trying to hold off the increasingly intense waves of desperation. She could feel the moisture against her nether regions as she pushed her hands into her crotch. She desperately searched for a way to distract herself from her dire situation but couldn’t tear her mind from her desperation. Tyler soon arrived with their ice cream and sat across from her. As he settled in to the seat she took the opportunity to check her shorts for visible wet spots. None yet. By tightly crossing her legs and discreetly holding herself under the table she was able to carry on a conversation for about 15 mins or so. Despite everything, she was actually really enjoying the time together with Tyler and really hoped she’d be able to get to know him better. However, she knew that her odds of reaching a bathroom in time decreased every minute the date continued. She needed to find a reason to leave and find a bathroom. She soon got a very unfriendly reminder from her bladder that the clock was ticking in the form of an intense spasm that nearly resulted in her leaking despite her holding. She had to find a reason to leave. “Hey, um, I forgot I was supposed to, uh, water the plants in my house after the game. I’d really love to resume this another time but unfortunately I think I have to head back home.” “Wait,” Tyler said excitedly, “did I just hear that you’re interested in a second date?” “Absolutely, I’m just sad this one has to come to an end” she responded. “Hey no worries,” said Tyler, “I’d be more that happy to bike you home.” Mira once again panicked, seriously doubting her ability to make it home without an accident but she didn’t know how to politely refuse and instead enthusiastically told him that she would love that. She was definitely at a 9.5 by now, she could feel her painfully swollen bladder aching for release, her overworked sphincter muscles reaching their limit. She realized with horror that Tyler was standing up and that she would have to do the same. All she had to do was stand up and walk a few meters to her bike which she knew might offer her just enough relief to hold on. Tyler looked at her expectantly as she gingerly unfolded her legs and attempted to exit the table and stand up. She instantly felt a warm spurt but somehow managed to stem the flow. With each hobbling step toward their bikes she felt increasingly larger spurts escape. Tyler asked if she was ok and she just mumbled that she was sore from the game. He likely would have seen through this had he taken a second look but instead he instead took her dish and went to throw it in the trash, giving her a chance to make a desperate break for her bike. She was now leaking large spurts with each delicate step and as she reached her bike she felt a couple drops of pee running down her leg. She managed to hop on her bike and jam her crotch into the seat in attempt to stem the flow. At first, it wasn’t enough and she released a steady stream of pee onto the bike seat. She braced herself for the worst, at least hoping she could convince Tyler not to tell everyone about her impending accident once he ditched her forever. But by some miracle she managed to stem the flow after a whole second of full-on peeing. She quickly wiped of the several drips of pee cascading down her legs and turned to face away from Tyler, concealing the softball-sized wet patch between her legs. Luckily her shorts were dark blue so he may not notice it unless he was actively looking. Tyler asked her to lead the way as he wasn’t sure how to get back to her house. She set off praying she could somehow finish this date with dignity. She fought against her bladder with every ounce of muscle in her body as she pedaled along. Tyler was unsure why she was going so fast, figuring she was anxious about the plants drying out or something. Mira felt herself begin to spurt again as she exerted herself trying to get up a small hill. She felt her crotch warming with each movement of her legs. She had to reach down with her hand to stem the flow as she reached the top, hoping Tyler didn’t notice the few drops of urine that dripped down, unable to be absorbed by her now-saturated crotch. But again she was able to do it, there was still a chance she’d make it back to relieve herself in the same bathroom she last peed in roughly 5 hours ago. She managed to make it back to her driveway without incident but now she had to find a way to send Tyler on his way and somehow make it to the bathroom. She turned around on her bike to face him, putting one foot on the ground allowing the seat to still rest against her crotch. “Thanks...um... for the ice cream I had a really great time and I hope we can hang out again soon.” She managed a smile despite the fact she was in pure agony, now at a 10 the seat pushing against her pee hole the only thing preventing her from having an accident at that moment. Tyler dismounted his bike and made his way toward her, placing a hand on her back and gently kissing her on the cheek. “I would absolutely love that.” He said with a smile. “Congrats again on the win have a good rest of your weekend.” Mira felt her face flush red and her mouth fell open. “Thank you, um, see you Monday then?” She stuttered. “Looking forward to it” said Tyler as they briefly stood in shocked silence. She finally broke the silence saying she had better go water those plants and with horror she realized that meant getting off the bike and walking to her front door. Mira summoned her last ounces of strength a she swung her leg over the bicycle as hobbled with it toward her front door. She tried to explain away her pained gait, “ah, so sore, you know, from the game...” With the very last of her holding muscles, Mira managed to limit the damage to several forceful spurts, just small enough to be undetectable to Tyler’s concerned eye. She could still make it! However, as she propped her bike up against the stairs and made her way up towards the door she felt herself losing control. She began leaking uncontrollably as she sprinted up the stairs. She could immediately tell that there would be no stopping it this time. She was peeing herself. The only chance she had was to make it inside before Tyler realized what was happening and at least make herself the only witness to her shameful accident. Streams of hot pee cascaded down her legs, completely unbeknownst to Tyler as he got on his bike to leave. She jammed her legs together, trying to prevent her pee from splashing loudly onto her front steps. Her continuous leaks had now turned into a full forceful stream as she searched desperately through her bag for her key. She suddenly realized in horror that it was all the way in the backyard, under the secret rock. Dismayed, she pulled at the locked door desperately willing it to open. Unfortunately this drew the attention of Tyler just as he was leaving. He shouted from his bike on the sidewalk “Hey is everything ok can you get in?” He didn’t want to leave his first ever date stranded outside her house. He couldn’t quite see her clearly though the shrubs but he soon heard a response: “No... please... I’m fine I have a, um, spare key... I just have to... please... just go...” he also heard... water splashing? Incredibly confused, he got off his bike and began to make his way to the front steps to check on her. Mira felt like she was in a nightmare. She stood helplessly peeing full force into her soccer shorts as she continued to madly look through her bag, searching for the key that she knew wasn’t there. She laid down the bag and admitted defeat, allowing the feeling of relief to wash over her. Hot pee hissed forcefully out of her soaking her panties and shorts, splashing loudly onto the ground, cascading down her legs and puddling in her shoes. Her eyes began to well up in tears as she couldn’t believe that, as a fully grown woman, she was just standing there uncontrollably soaking herself outside her own front door. She leaned against the door, finally letting all those muscles that had been tensed holding it in to finally relax.
Tyler came around the corner to see Mira looking furiously through her bag as a large puddle formed beneath her. Wait... was she...
Mira nervously turned around and her worst fears were confirmed. Tyler was standing there with his mouth wide open in shock staring at her as she peed full force for almost a minute. When her stream finally died down after what felt like and eternity, Tyler broke the silence first: “Are... are you ok I’m so sorry... I didn’t mean to see...” Mira tried to respond through her tears “no... please... it wasn’t your fault... I just... had to go and... just please don’t tell anyone?” Tyler had no idea what to say. “Of course I won’t, would you like me to go and I’ll... um... text you later maybe?” Wiping away her tears, Mira responded “yeah... I mean if you want to you know I just...” she pointed to the steps below her and Tyler saw that her pee had cascaded down the stairs all the way to his feet. “Hey, don’t worry about it,” he reassured her, “I know it was an accident.” He offered a sympathetic smile and said he should probably get going and she nodded in agreement.
Mira trudged shamefully through her backyard to procure her key, just praying that none of the neighbors had seen what happened. She made her way inside, leaving her soiled shoes and socks by the door and grabbing a plastic bag for her soiled underwear and uniform. She stepped into the shower and wished the events of the afternoon would just wash down the drain with the water. She soon emerged and dried herself off, picking up her phone and seeing a text from Tyler:
Hey bad things happen to the best of us please don’t be too hard on yourself I heard the new burger place in town is good and I’d love to try it with you next weekend if you’re up for it
As he biked back to his house, Tyler was unable to stop thinking about the image of Mira peeing outside her front door. He found himself wondering what the desperation she experienced must have felt like and what it felt like for her to lose control of her bladder. He began to imagine her soiled clothes lying on the floor... why was he thinking these things? All he knew is that he couldn’t help his curiosity and that he definitely wanted to see Mira again. |
Done as a special commission for Zenkopan. This does not mean I'm openly taking commissions, but I can perhaps be persuaded to take suggestions or requests if the topic is right. Don't expect me to actually do what you want, though, as I'll only ever do something by request if I wanted to do it anyways.
Golden leaves fell from the trees overhead as Holo sat and groomed her tail in the back of her merchant companion’s cart. She was quiet, intently focused on the task at hand – her coat was to be perfect, after all, she couldn’t neglect something so important. And as the ears atop her head twitched to protect it from falling leaves, another important sensation grabbed her attention. It had been some time since they’d left some town with a name Holo couldn’t be bothered to remember, and much of that time had been well-spent poking fun at Lawrence – even if by now he was well aware of her little games. Her ears twitched again, this time with mild annoyance. She had to drink something.
Yawning, Holo stood up as well as anyone could in a moving cart and stretched out her whole body, her tail positioned just right to brush up against Lawrence as she did – though he didn’t give an audible response, she knew without looking at him that his face had gone red. Then she dove in amongst the utterly mundane wares and what few supplies were left with them, making sure to stow away her comb on the way. Lawrence be angry if she were to lose something so expensive, but more importantly it was very pretty and very useful, and she wasn’t keen on needing to use her hands to brush her tail again.
But even more important – critical, even – was what Holo was just now getting to sorting through. Alcohol. High-grade, quality stuff, to make living for millennia just a touch more interesting. And fortunately there was quite a bit of it here, enough to last even Holo a good week or so. She did at least have to check what it was, specifically, and there was one fool-proof way to do just that. Holo grabbed a bottle of drink, tore it open, and…
… immediately recoiled at the smell. Then immediately went back to try it again – perhaps she’d been wrong? A Wise Wolf was allowed to be wrong from time to time, after all… But, no, it was just as disappointing the second time, and Holo’s ears fell flat against her head as she looked over at Lawrence.
“Lawrence, you purchased high-quality alcohol, did you not? Unless my nose is defective, this is not high-quality.”
The merchant’s response was to look over his shoulder for a moment while he spoke. “No, your nose is right. It was quite good when I purchased it, but I’ve diluted it.”
Holo’s jaw practically fell to the floor, and her voice was that of someone who had just been betrayed by their closest confidant. “Diluted? How could you do such a thing?” She stood up and tried to look angry, but the movement of the wagon forced her to sit down again. “Hmph.”
“Well, for one, it means I can buy less of it and still have plenty, and most of the money I spend on you already goes towards getting you drunk…” Lawrence coughed as if he could feel Holo’s eyes drilling a hole in the back of his head. “On top of that, alcohol makes you feel warm, but it doesn’t actually warm you up, so drinking too much gets dangerous as we head north and winter gets closer.” One of his hands moved to stroke what little of a beard he had. “But I am also concerned with making sure we have enough to last between towns, and the farther north we go the longer that distance becomes…”
Holo’s ears twitched for a moment, then she turned back to the stock of alcohol with her tail swishing playfully. “You failed to take into account,” she said, “that if the alcohol is weaker I will just need to drink more of it.” She picked up a mass of bottles, cradling them in her arms as she clambered over to the front seat. “This will be sufficient, I think.”
“Sufficient?” Lawrence looked over at Holo and raised an eyebrow as she tore open one bottle and downed half of its contents, leaving the rest that she had grabbed on the seat next to her or at her feet. “You have half of what I bought at the last town. You’re not expecting to drink all of it, are you?”
Holo swung her bottle around and gasped for air in an exaggerated motion. “I would not have to if it were pure. But even so, remember that I told you I could drink an entire lake if I wanted to, so I can and will drink all of it, and if I am not drunk by the end of it, it will be your fault.”
“You could drink a whole lake, but then you would have to find a way to deal with the consequences,” the merchant said. “It is going to take us a few more hours to get to this next town, and I hadn’t planned on stopping before we get there. That means you are going to be in a lot of trouble if you don’t watch your drinking.”
Holo had a strange look on her face, like she hadn’t been expecting that sort of comment. But then she shook her head, took another swig of her drink, and leaned in far closer to Lawrence than was appropriate for mere business partners. “Do not concern yourself with that,” she said. “You speak as if I were a child. But I do not need you to tell me my limits. I am the Wise Wolf, after all, and I have been doing this longer than you have been alive.”
Lawrence just sighed in response. “Alright, but just remember it will be your fault when you start begging me to stop so you can run off.”
“So you say.”
True enough, several hours later the two had arrived at an inn and left Lawrence’s horse and cart with the stablehands. Holo had stopped drinking a while ago, having proven her point to her satisfaction… whatever that point was supposed to be. She couldn’t quite remember what exactly she was trying to accomplish, other than getting drunk. And that didn’t even work, as she’d managed to sober up far too quickly for her liking. It probably had something to do with what Lawrence had said, come to think of it – she hadn’t forgotten, and though she’d of course never admit it, he was right. With all the empty bottles she’d left behind, it was inevitable, but after a quick nap and with a clear head she realized the pressure that had built up over all that time was greater than she’d expected.
Nothing she couldn’t handle, though. For now. As she and Lawrence walked into the inn she reassured herself that she only had to wait a little while longer, though she couldn’t help shifting around beneath her cloak. After pausing for a moment to collect herself, Holo found herself a seat at an empty table, tightly crossed her legs, and draped her tail over them. Hopefully nobody would see what she was doing under the table, but even if someone did see her subtle bouncing they’d no doubt attribute it instead to her impatiently awaiting food.
That wouldn’t even be that far from the truth. After all, going however-many hours on just an unreasonable amount of what was little more than water meant Holo would gladly convince her bladder to wait a little while longer so she could eat.
Oh, but of course that would mean more drinking as well. And while the prospect of getting properly drunk was quite appealing, the effects that would have on this delicate human form were cause for concern. Holo tried to reassure herself that this concern was for the fact that this body was a bit of a lightweight, and not what the results of adding more liquids of any kind to it would be – and now that she was thinking about that she very quickly realized she didn’t want to think about it. She gave a little annoyed huff and swapped her legs’ positions. Just a bit longer…
Food would have been a most welcome distraction, but alas, Holo had none. And, in fact, this situation was only making it painfully apparent how long it actually took to prepare the amount of food necessary to satisfy her gluttony. Not to mention the significant amount of whatever coin was popular around here it would cost to buy the food; if she had to earn all the money spent on her anyways, she’d really rather not add the price of proper laundry or new clothes to that. These weren’t exactly cheap to begin with, after all. And, sure, by now she knew how to set up financial schemes to cover her expenses and then some, but she still didn’t want to make Lawrence have to pay for something like wet clothes. Not that it would come to that in the first place, or anything, but still…
Holo snuck a hand between her legs, hopefully keeping its purpose there hidden behind her cloak and the table. The extra pressure was helpful, but not for long. After only a few seconds, the hand was withdrawn and Holo forced herself to sit still and upright – and tried to force her tail to behave and say where she’d put it. Even with the threat of growing pressure within her already, Holo couldn’t help but get a bit excited at the sight of the fully-loaded tray in Lawrence’s hands as he approached. Or perhaps it was because of that pressure, considering the arrival of food meant she’d soon be able to take care of herself and get some proper rest.
‘But I am getting ahead of myself…’ Her body had taken “soon” to mean “now”, so Holo had to put on a straight face and squeeze her legs together even tighter as she felt a little drop of warmth somewhere it was most unwelcome. Barely anything at all, but… ‘’tis like a drop in the ocean,’ she thought as a warning to herself.
Fortunately, the loss of control was momentary, and for now Holo had everything locked up well enough – though, how long would that last if she weren’t focused on it? She wasn’t all that willing to find out, and didn’t pay much attention to the things being said across the table as she started grabbing things to eat. Something about their plans for this town; nothing she couldn’t figure out when she didn’t have more pressing concerns.
The logical side of Holo wanted her to wrap things up as quickly as possible and deal with the problems her more primal side was presenting – but those same primal instincts were also telling her that she was starving and should eat everything she could get her hands on. Tempting as that was, she had to focus on what she was doing at least a little bit, to keep things under control for as long as possible. So Holo ate slowly, paying close attention to what her body was doing and what she didn’t want it to do; though ironically she was ignoring what it didn’t want her to do, gradually emptying a cup of the local wine into herself. She knew better, of course, but she’d need to drink anyways and it was the first proper alcohol she’d had all day. Her bladder could handle a bit more if she forced it to, even if she’d regret doing so.
She zoned out even more from the one-sided conversation happening at the table, her only contributions being vaguely-affirmative noises while she directed her energy to more important matters. Just a bit longer…
“Holo? Are you still listening?”
Alas, Holo’s attention was drawn back to reality when she heard her name from across the table – thankfully her hood kept her ears hidden as they perked up instinctively. She tried not to look surprised, though her eyes betrayed her while she tried to come up with a response.
But the follow-up question came too quickly for that to matter. “Are you feeling well? Normally you would be asking me to get you more food by now.” Lawrence was looking straight into her eyes, and his own eyes and the tone of his voice made clear that he was genuinely worried for her.
Holo nodded and set her knife down. She was perfectly healthy, and not even a bit drunk yet, but… this could be an opportunity for her to get somewhere she could take care of herself. “Yes, I am fine. However…” She interrupted her own speech with a fake yawn that was hopefully convincing enough. “I am rather tired, and I think I would like to lie down now.”
“Oh, of course.” Lawrence fished a crude key out of his coat and offed it to Holo. “Here. We have the first room on the right just upstairs." She stood, crossed her legs, and took the key, then he spoke again. “I suppose I will finish here… unless you would prefer if I came with you?”
Holo’s face immediately turned red and for a moment she couldn’t keep her tail still. She wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea, and with her history of immodesty privacy wasn’t as big of a concern as merely being able to relieve herself somewhere. But even so, she couldn’t exactly bring him with her and have him find out that she only wanted to get away from dinner because her bladder was doing exactly what he said it would. “That will not be necessary,” she said, shifting her feet a little and hoping her cloak was in the way. “I can find the room perfectly well on my own.” She let out an indignant huff and made a show of storming off to the stairs.
She dropped the act as soon as she was out of sight, though, with her free hand immediately finding its way between her legs and refusing to be moved. Just a bit longer… A little bit longer, and a painful trek up a flight of stairs, and it’d be over. Sure, Holo could wait longer still if she needed to, but she was already uncomfortable, just a little bit wet, and already walking into the room where she could keep herself from getting any more wet and uncomfortable.
The first thing Holo did once she was in the room with the door shut behind her was toss her cloak over to a bed she’d picked at random. Then, she walked over to that bed, stopped just before it, and lowered herself to look under it.
Her tail, which had been swishing about since she’d thrown off her cloak, immediately froze and fell limp. Holo reached under the bed with a hand, groping around for the thing she needed, repositioning herself a little to get a clear look at what she was grabbing at. Her bladder didn’t much like the new position, and she just barely managed to fight off a leak, but that didn’t change her situation.
Holo knew enough about human lodging customs by now to know that this was not right at all – there was nothing under her bed, and a similar inspection of the other revealed the same thing. And if this place didn’t provide such basic necessities as deep iron pots, what were patrons meant to do about their needs? More importantly, what was Holo supposed to do now?
She stood up straight and did a little dance, her hand going right back between her legs after having briefly been used to help her change positions. There wasn’t anything else in the room that would have been helpful, just a little wooden bowl on a table in the corner, and that certainly wasn’t an option. Perhaps one of the other rooms would have a solution? After all, modern human structures were always built so that their upper floors were larger than the lower ones, and this inn was quite modern. Combined with how humans seemed to just throw trash anywhere they could, it followed that they might also use the overhanging parts of a building for a similar purpose.
Holo groaned as she put her cloak back on and left the room behind. She didn’t even know if what she was thinking of was a real thing – if it were, it’d probably just amount to a hole in a floor, but that was all she needed right now. And surely one of these rooms would have such a thing. Holo was trying all the doors, and they were all locked. If there were anyone to see, she was certain she’d look ridiculous, pushing and pulling door handles to no avail with a hand stuck between her legs.
And when she finally did find a door that opened, about halfway down the hall, it was just a closet stocked with cleaning supplies and bedsheets. Admittedly, that bucket was looking rather tempting, but that was certainly beneath her. There had to be a better option somewhere. So Holo reluctantly left the closet behind and resumed her search.
She didn’t find much of anything, every door she tried turning out to be locked – by the time she reached the far end of the hall, she wasn’t expecting anything different from the last couple of doors. One of them, however, looked as if it might be what she was looking for. A door to a room that would have been tucked into a far corner of the inn, with a little sign on it indicating that the room behind the door was indeed what Holo needed.
Her ears perked up and her tail wagged ever so slightly beneath her cloak at the sight. Holo approached the door, leaning into it to push it open with her shoulder. But it didn’t open. She tried again, this time with a little more force, but again nothing happened. She stepped back and looked at the sign on the door, her head tipped slightly to the side and her legs pressing closer in response to the little splash of new warmth between them. The hand there tightened its grip, hoping to keep things under control for long enough to figure out what was happening here. Sure, Holo could wait longer still if she had to – the momentary loss of control, she assured herself, was only because she’d gotten a little too excited that her search had finished – but it would be better if she didn’t have to.
Holo stepped forward again and knocked on the door with her free hand. Perhaps someone was already there, and the door was barred for the moment. But she couldn’t hear anything happening inside and didn’t get any response. So it must have been locked. And Holo did have a key on her. She knew it was probably just a waste of time, but even so she procured her room key from the depths of her cloak and tried it on the door. As expected, it didn’t fit, and Holo couldn’t stop herself from letting out a little defeated whine.
She’d have to just go back to the room and wait for Lawrence to arrive with the key – or go back downstairs and get it herself, but by now she wasn’t anywhere near presentable enough to be seen in public, and in any case still refused to let Lawrence know he was right about this. She still wasn’t quite sure what she was trying to accomplish, but she’d already come this far with it, and she’d have to see it through to the end. At the very least, she might as well try to get some rest if that was at all possible, since that was what she said she was going to do. It’d just be a little longer, anyways. She could handle that.
Even so, it would be tough. Manageable, if just barely so, but tough. Holo didn’t even drink that much at dinner just now, but even so it still felt like that was already catching up with everything from earlier. Perhaps it was because she’d finally had some proper alcohol, and even if it hadn’t been enough to get more than a little buzz from it was certainly enough to get things moving.
Best not to think about that, though. Holo groaned and tried to push such thoughts from her mind, and replace them with… anything else, really. Fortunately, it worked long enough for her to shuffle back to her room, her tail bristling under her cloak the whole way. She didn’t bother taking the cloak off when she got there, instead just collapsing onto the nearest bed, careful not to fall face-first and apply extra weight where it didn’t need to be applied.
Holo moved around constantly, trying to find a comfortable position on the bed, but as she crossed and uncrossed her legs and leaned this way and that, nothing seemed to be of much help anymore. Instead she settled for lying on her back, legs together with a hand immutably between them, and bent so that her knees were in the air while her feet touched the bed. Her legs shook incessantly while her free hand grabbed at the pouch of grain around her neck – she didn’t plan on using it, though. There was no way she could do that here or in this state anyways, as much as her true form’s larger size and therefore larger bladder would have helped. But she could still use it as a much-needed distraction. It would give her something to focus her thoughts on. Normally she’d be thinking of home, but…
Well, at least she could think about her travels to places far away from home. Places she’d been, places she’d go to later. Places where she and Lawrence had made a lot of money and places where they’d lost a lot of money, and yet more places they could make money. And that money sure would be useful for buying all the fancy new thing she’d hear about and immediately want – and of course she’d inevitably end up having whatever it was she wanted despite Lawrence’s repeated insistence that they not waste money like that.
Of course, no amount of money, no matter whose face was on it or how many different names it was called, could buy the thing she most wanted right now. Surely she’d only need to wait a little bit longer, right? She could do that, couldn’t she? Holo wasn’t quite so sure about that anymore, though so far her wiggling around had stopped anything worse than a few little drops from escaping her. And those little drops weren’t even helping anyways – every so often she’d feel a bit warmer for a little bit, but it was never enough to ease the pressure. And that pressure was starting to get to her, mess with her head. If there was anything she could do about her situation, she couldn’t imagine how it would be done, unless she planned on disrobing and just soaking the bed outright just to be done with it. Perhaps there was one other thing, but even now she had too much pride and self-respect to subject herself to that – and most unfortunately she was in no state to appreciate the irony of how at the same time she thought it perfectly acceptable to openly hold herself and squirm around like a human child. And, well, if she was already doing that, why not just go for it? Not like it would be any worse than wetting herself and a bed she didn’t own.
Holo debated with herself for a short while if she should just go to the place she knew she’d be able to take care of her problem or stay in bed and wait until she had an opportunity to do something more appropriate. Her basic instincts won that battle, and she was just gathering up the strength to get out of bed when the door to the room opened. Holo’s plans to get up slowly and carefully were immediately thrown out the window and she practically jumped into an upright sitting position, the sudden movement adding a significant amount of warmth to her underwear.
For what felt like an eternity, Holo stared at Lawrence with both her hands jammed between her legs under her cloak. Neither of them spoke, but her heavy breathing and the look in her eyes said more than enough about her present condition. She forced herself to stand and pull a hand from between her legs, breaking eye contact and trying to look professional as she grabbed the key and slinked out into the hall.
She didn’t look back – there was nothing to look back at. Whatever Lawrence was doing or thinking right now didn’t matter. Only one thing did, and that was ahead of her. Holo had her eyes glued to the end of the hall as she marched forward with as much conviction as she could pull together in this state – which, of course, was only enough to keep her standing barely upright with a hand between her legs hoping that the warmth there didn’t spread.
Holo had crossed the majority of the hall before she froze. She was right there, only a few more steps and she’d be at the door that led to her salvation – but someone else got to it first. Someone came out of the room across the hall and crossed straight in front of Holo, entering the room that was rightfully hers. Her legs suddenly felt weak, and she stumbled over to press her back against the nearest wall. The hand she’d been eagerly carrying the key in was promptly shoved between her legs, which were now incessantly shuffling around. Her eyes were watering as she found herself suddenly thrust into a fight to keep waiting just a bit longer, when she’d come so close. Now she had to convince her body that it wouldn’t be getting the relief it had expected to have by now. What other choice did she have but to pull herself together and just wait? Even if there were alternatives, all her energy was dedicated to not wetting herself in the hallway and she’d never think of anything.
Knowing that didn’t make her situation any better. She still had to get through however long she’d be expected to stand there, and that was looking less realistic by the second. There was an ocean within the Wise Wolf, and it wanted out immediately. Nothing she did could help the feeling that at any moment she could lose it all – and being able to hear what was going on in the room she should have been in wasn’t helping one bit. It sounded like whoever was in there had been waiting a good while, and that just made Holo wish she were in their position.
But she wasn’t. She was stuck leaning against a wall with her hands practically clawing at her most delicate area in the hopes of keeping things under control for just a little bit longer. But did she even have a little bit longer? Holo’s eyes went wide, her tail bristled, and she couldn’t help but gasp when she realized: she didn’t. A new splash of warmth, larger than before, had entered the equation and this time she could feel the liquid in her hands, and she knew that the rest wasn’t far behind. She was out of time, and if she didn’t find something to help her immediately, she was done for.
She looked around in a panic, hoping against all logic that there would be something in the hallway. But she knew there was nothing, she knew it would be better to just give up now and surrender to the inevitable. Unless…
There was one option, and Holo didn’t even think about it before she shot across the hall and practically broke down the door she’d earlier identified as leading to a closet. She didn’t waste time closing it properly, instead facing away from it so her cloak would hide her. Her trembling hands struggled with the lacing keeping her pants together while another, final burst of her waters threatened to break free. And it did, but Holo was ready with no time to spare. Her pants and thoroughly-damp underwear were out of the way and she was positioned over the ever-so-convenient bucket on the floor of the closet by the time she lost control. Some no doubt hit the floor instead of the bucket at first, but soon enough the only sounds were of her own heavy breathing and the torrent beneath her striking wood, and that sound quickly became drowned out by the sound of liquid against liquid.
Holo let out an involuntary groan while her tail wagged beneath her cloak. Hopefully beneath the cloak, anyways – even in such overwhelming bliss she was still worried that she might be seen, not because of what she was doing but because of what she was. She tried not to worry about that, though, and convinced herself to instead be taken by the feeling of relief. However long it had been, however much she’d had to drink, none of that mattered anymore – it was all literally beneath her now, even if it wasn’t exactly her preferred means of disposing of all that.
She’d made it, dry enough that her pants would likely be fine after just being aired out for a bit. Below them, though, was something that would take a lot more work to wash. They’d been just about ruined, but saved her pants from that same fate. Once Holo was able to think clearly again she found some humor in that – normally she would wear nothing under her pants, but she’d decided to try out doing so today because the little article was cheap and apparently becoming traditional. She’d doubted that they’d be worth wearing at all, but wore them anyways, and that decision had saved her from being in a lot of trouble – perhaps they were a good idea after all.
It must have been a minute, maybe two, before her stream finally tapered off and Holo was left waiting for the last drops to leave her. When she was satisfied, she pulled her clothes back up, immediately regretting the decision when the cold and wet fabric touched her, but she forced herself to accept it. She stepped back and looked down at what she’d done – there was a little splash just below her now where she’d failed to get herself entirely over the bucket in time, but that didn’t mean the bucket itself had survived unscathed. It wasn’t all that small, and the generous spray it had received looked like it had stained the wood on the bucket’s interior, having hit the side before falling down to create a little pool in there. And, honestly, that little pool was a bit surprising in itself, if only because of how little of the space in the bucket it took up. It wasn’t even filled halfway, though Holo was sure she’d have overflowed it. She’d boasted that she could drink an entire lake, and it certainly felt like she’d released at least that much. Either way, that bucket was someone else’s problem now, so with a sigh she backed out of the closet and turned to head over to the room where she could go to sleep like she’d said she would.
Except, as soon as she turned around she found Lawrence directly in front of her. Her cheeks were red and there was a look of surprise in her eyes as she looked up into his, but that was quickly replaced by her standard mock-anger when she spoke before he got a chance.
“I believe you owe me an apology,” she said, as if it were fact.
“I owe you an apology? What did I do?” Lawrence seemed a little taken aback, but not totally surprised – he’d come to expect something like this by now, after all.
“Well,” Holo said, getting into Lawrence’s face while she bushed out her tail. She sounded more annoyed than anything. “Everything that happened just now was your fault, for if you had brought standard alcohol, I would not have needed to drink as much, and never would have ended up in… that situation.”
“I explained to you why I diluted the alcohol and I clearly recall warning you not to drink so much. You did this to yourself.”
“Perhaps.” Holo said, crossing her arms with a huff. “But even after all that I still did not become drunk today. You ought to apologize for that, at least.”
Lawrence brought a hand to his forehead. “Fine. What do you want me to do?”
Holo twitched her tail playfully in response. “You can apologize by buying me those pickled peaches like you promised you would.”
The response was a groan. “You are never going to let me forget that, are you?”
“I will,” Holo said, her tail now wagging full-force while she clasped her hands in front of her, shut her eyes, and cocked her head in an attempt to look cute. “As soon as I have them.” |
(A/N: This year's first commissioned work is done, and in only about a week's time, holy smokes! This story is loosely based on a set of pages from the original PM Gals! doujin by the group Gambler Club. While the general path and conclusion is different, the idea is the same.)
Learning to Stand and Deliver
Pokemon Advanced Generation fanfiction by MasterXploder
With thanks to Sake, Biku, RowletForSenator, and Phoenix (lordbardak) for editing
(Note: Contains explicit mention of underaged genitalia and peeing... like, a lot of peeing. Reader discretion advised)
Today could not have been a more perfect day to walk through the forests of the Hoenn region. Sunny skies, fair temperature, and a pleasant breeze kept people and Pokemon alike invigorated in their travels. Indeed, it was not an uncommon sight to see a pretty Pokemon or two going about between the trees, whether they were looking for food or just wanting to explore the world at their own pace.
May, the novice Pokemon trainer and contest competitor, certainly kept her eyes on the woods as she walked along the trail with her friends. However, she wasn’t just looking for a new Pokemon to catch and train, but also for a little more personal reason.
Ugh, I have to pee, she thought with a frown, a hand idly resting near her groin. Her other hand held a tall water canteen, almost empty from the long walk they had been on. Even in the sun, enough time had passed for that water to make its way into her bladder, and now a dull throb kept distracting her from enjoying the walk.
May let out a quiet sigh. The next town was still about a day away, and there wouldn't be any bathrooms to make use of along the way. No, she'd have to squat behind a tree or bush, which was not something she was looking forward to. She'd done it plenty of times already, ever since her mom first taught her how when she was little, but squatting was just a pain in the butt for her. She didn't like the strain it put on her legs, and it always carried a risk of something going wrong, like losing balance and falling on her rear, or getting caught by a wild, aggressive Pokemon. She didn't even want to think about if a boy saw her with her shorts down.
Like it or not, she was gonna have to answer nature's call in its domain soon. Might as well take care of it sooner rather than later, she figured. Coming to a stop, May opened her mouth to speak.
"Uh, hey guys?"
That wasn't her. Instead it came from Ash Ketchum, the boy walking behind her. May, along with her brother Max and the rookie breeder Brock, turned around. There was Ash, with a hand between his legs and one knee rubbing against the other, carrying a nervous smile. His Pikachu rested on his shoulder, also looking a bit embarrassed at his owner.
“Could we maybe stop for a minute? I gotta go again!” he said, his eyes shut.
A bead of sweat ran down everyone’s head. Business as usual with Ash, huh? May thought to herself.
“You could’ve asked us anytime if it’s that bad, you know,” said Brock.
“Sorry, I was so busy keeping an eye out for wild Pokemon, I wasn’t paying attention!”
“It’s a shame we can’t teach him the Endure move,” said Max with a sigh.
May giggled a bit at the joke. “Well, I can’t blame him. I could use a little pit stop, myself,” she said, giving a little wiggle to her hips.
“I see…” Brock looked at May more intently than usual. This stare was quickly broken by a glare and growl from Max. “Uh, then let’s take a break! Guys on one side of the road, girls on the other?”
“Works for me!” Ash was quick to depart for the trees, still holding onto himself.
“Well, if everyone else is stopping, I may as well too. I mean, I could have held it for a while, but still,” said Max, following after Ash. There was a noticeable stiffness to his walk.
May kept a close eye on Brock as he walked into the woods as well, making sure he was fully out of sight. Once that happened, she placed a hand to her groin, now that no one was around to watch her squirm a little.
Alright, let’s get this over with, she thought, turning to the woods behind her. She stepped forward, only to immediately come to a stop before walking into a bush of poisonous leaves. “Eep, close one!” She backed up immediately and looked for another way around. Unfortunately, this plant was notorious for growing in large batches, and there seemed to be bushes of the stuff everywhere on her side. Even if she found a detour around, she didn’t trust that there wouldn’t be more out of plain sight. That was the last thing she wanted near her exposed legs, rump, and “Little Shellder” as her mom called it.
With a sigh, May turned around and walked into the boys’ side of the forest, where not a single poison bush could be seen. She didn’t like the thought of being exposed around them, but if anything, she could trust Max to keep a tight rein on them. Besides, as long as she headed in at a different angle, there would be little chance they’d bump into each other.
Or so she thought. As she passed a tree, May noticed some colors contrasting with the greens and browns of the woods in the corner of her eye. She immediately looked, hoping it would be a new Pokemon, but instead found something very different.
Standing with their backs angled towards her were Ash, Brock, and Max, all three in the process of relieving themselves. She could see their streams, steady and uniform like a Mudkip’s Water Gun except more yellow, leaving from between their legs and making all kinds of noises as they fell into a bush, scattering the liquid everywhere. Ash looked relieved as expected, but Brock was smiling too, and especially Max seemed happy with how much he was finally able to let out. Even Pikachu got in on it, standing on his hind legs and tinkling onto a tree bark, his head held up and a long “Piiiiii~” escaping his open mouth.
May’s face went red instantly. This was not a sight she was expecting to see today. Perhaps the crazier thing, however, was that she didn’t want to look away. Despite growing up with Max, this was the first time she had ever seen a boy peeing… and they were standing up. Did they really not need to squat down like she did, at least for going number one? It looked so effortless, with practically zero chance of falling over or getting a poison leaf on their place down there, which she thankfully couldn’t see from here. If only she could do something like that…
Wait! It was like a Torchic used Flash to light up something inside her brain. She didn’t know what boys had, but who really said she couldn’t pee standing up too? Maybe she needed to take an extra step or two, but if there was even a chance she could make it work, then it was definitely worth trying.
And what better time to test it out than now? Watching the boys relieve their bladders made her own throb a little harder, reminding her of her original reason for coming here. Putting her legs together, she snuck away and let the boys finish up by themselves. She didn’t stop until she had put more than a few trees and bushes between them; they would practically have to be right on top of her to catch what she was gonna do.
Her privacy secured, May had to wonder exactly how this would work. She definitely lacked whatever boys had to aim it forward. The only way she could probably shoot it out like that was if she was leaning back on a log with her legs spread wide and underwear totally off. No, it was gonna come out straight down, which meant she needed to have absolutely nothing in the way for that.
May took one last look around for any Pokemon or people, her gloved hands moving up her mini-skirt and other her shorts. Satisfied with her privacy, she hooked her fingers around the waist and pulled both her shorts and underwear down to her ankles. She then lifted one foot out and rotated them so that her legwear rested on the outside of her other foot.
Standing back up, May lifted her skirt from the sides, revealing her bottom and “Skitty” to the forest around her. Looking down at it, she felt a little weird letting it air out like this, even somewhere she couldn’t be seen. Still, she could feel the urine just inside begging to be let out now.
So… is this all I gotta do? May wondered as she glanced from her groin to the ground below. It seemed simple enough; with her feet at about shoulder-width, gravity would take care of it for her. Maybe her shoes would get a little bit of splatter, but that would wipe off easy enough. Still, it was probably better to start things slow.
May took in a small breath as she gradually lowered her hold, like a faucet slowly being turned on. A soft glint could be seen at the exit before the first drops, tinted with only a hint of yellow, fell through the air, hitting and almost immediately soaking into the dirt below. Another little dribble followed after, this one adding to the tiny damp patch.
Okay, so far so good. May had to admit, this risky way of piddling was working better than she expected. The only part of her that had gotten wet was the one place she knew would have to be wiped anyway. A little smile grew on her face. Maybe this was gonna be easier than she thought.
But if she just kept it to a tiny trickle, she’d be stuck here forever. Her body seemed to agree, as she felt her muscles relaxing further, letting more urine pass through. A little tingly feeling, something she usually got if she had to go fairly badly, radiated from her groin, and May closed her eyes while deciding to express her relief.
“Haaahh… Aaah!?”
Her eyes shot open as she quickly felt the one thing she didn’t want to feel: warm and wet.
May looked down at her stream and her heart immediately skipped a couple beats. Her pee was now coming out at a strong force, but not at all like the steady stream she wanted. Droplets flew out at all angles, and a trail ran down each leg, leaving a gleam in the sunlight. She could see plenty of it flying off the puddle growing between her feet, landing on her socks, shoes, and even her shorts and undies.
“Ah, no no no!” she cried out, her arms flailing at her sides. She tried to clench herself shut, but it wasn’t happening, not with her pee already leaving at full force. In her panic, May tried to buck her hips back and forth, hoping to somehow direct the stream a little. If there was any difference, it was that it flew forward a bit between jerks, but otherwise stayed just as messy.
May came to a stop as the futility of it finally dawned on her. This was a failure, no two ways about it. Her legs were soaked, shoes and socks felt gross, and even her pulled-off panties weren’t spared. As her spray slowed into a little tinkle and then into a stray drop or two falling off, May let a frown come on and her upper body hunch over in defeat. “Aw, man…”
Shaking her head in disbelief, May grabbed her fanny pack and pulled out several environmentally-friendly tissues, then went to work wiping her lower body down. She got it all off her skin, but there was little she could do for her clothes at the moment. Her only hope was that there would be a river soon for her to wash them in private, and that some of her cosmetics could mask the faint smell of urine.
Faced with such an embarrassing moment, May wondered if this had been a good idea in the first place. She shook that thought out of her head in the next second. Whenever she lost in a Pokemon battle or contest, she knew that getting mopey and beating herself up didn’t solve anything. The best thing was to pick herself up, see what she did wrong, and try again. Why wouldn’t that be the case here? It had worked at first, surely there was a way to guarantee a successful standing pee. She just had to figure it out for next time.
Alright! Next time, I’ll pee just like a boy! She mentally declared while putting her foot back through her undergarments, yanking them back up with a determined look. Said look quickly changed to one of mild gross-out.
Ew, gotta change into my other clothes next chance I get!
“Ah, at least I’m out of those shorts now.”
May crawled out of her tent, looking a bit tired from all the walking she had done that day. The setting sun put an orange tint on her spare clothes: a sleeveless, reddish top with a green bandanna, white gloves, green belt, and a different pair of shoes. It was a bit much to completely change her outfit, but even out in the woods, she still couldn’t deny her sense of fashion.
The faint smell of something delicious perked her up a bit. She looked at the campfire to find Brock in the middle of cooking some stew, with Ash and Max eagerly awaiting the meal to come nearby. Hope I can get at least one bite in between all these bottomless stomachs!
“A pleasant day on the trail and Brock’s cooking on top of that?” she said while walking up to them. “I’m starting to feel a little spoiled today!”
“Is that why you decided to change your entire outfit?” asked Max.
“Um, I…” May put on a nervous smile and her hand behind her head. “Er, yes! I just wanted to, um, dress for the occasion! You know, since we don’t get to eat Brock’s cooking that often!”
“But we just ate some of his cooking a couple days ago,” said Ash.
“Yeah, and you didn’t dress special for that, either,” added Max.
Shoot, why do their brains still have to work on an empty stomach!? May’s brain drew a blank no matter how hard she tried to think of another good excuse, or any excuse for that any matter. She definitely didn’t want anyone to know the messy experiment she just tried, but lying was never a strong point of hers. She needed to find a way out of this discussion, and fast.
“Oh?” That’s when she found, or rather felt, her solution. May put her legs together and a hand between them, giving a little wiggle. “S-Sorry, nature calls! Gotta go!” she declared before quickly trotting off towards the woods.
“I wonder what that was about?” she heard Ash say.
“I dunno. You kinda get used to it when you spend enough time with her,” said Max, “Why, this one time growing up, I remember when she really had to go to the bathroom, and…”
May didn’t catch the rest of the story, but if it was the one she thought Max was recounting, she would have some very choice words with him when she got back. How was she supposed to know back then that an Oddish could bury itself up to its leaves? It took her forever to get used to peeing outdoors again after that.
With a groan, May returned her focus to her new issue, the building pressure in her bladder again. She hadn’t peed since her failed standing attempt, partly because no one else needed to stop again. The biggest reason was that she wanted to try thinking up some ways to improve her chances of success before she tried again.
She had boiled her failure down to two problems. First, she needed a way to give her pee some forward momentum, since making it go straight down seemed to invite trouble. Second, and more embarrassingly, she remembered a few things about how her “plumbing” worked, namely that while standing, the exit was covered up by her “Bellossom petals”, as mom had called them.
May stopped to scratch her cheek. Mom sure had some silly ways to talk about my vagina!
While that issue was simple enough to deal with, the lack of proper aim still proved a problem. As she walked, May tried to think of a way to maybe angle herself so it could come out more forward than down with a little force.
While she thought, her eyes drifted towards two trees growing a couple feet apart from each other, with a couple bushes nearby. It'd make for good cover, but something about the way they were positioned made her tilt her head, like it could prove to be more than that.
"Hmm… Oh!" It hit her like a Blaziken using a high jump kick. She smiled at the naughty idea she just came up with. Maybe it wouldn’t work all the time, but she may have found a way to hit two Pidgeys with one stone.
Giving another look around to make sure she was alone, May walked over to the trees, her hands already hooking around her shorts and panties. She pulled them down and stepped one foot out just like last time. That was where the similarities ended; putting a hand on one tree for balance, May lifted her leg with the clothes around her ankle up to the other tree at a nearly ninety-degree angle, letting her naked groin really shine in the setting sun. She then bit down on the glove of her free hand, pulling it loose and leaving the garment in her mouth. Her bare fingers delicately pulled apart the “petals” down below, leaving a certain hole exposed with nothing in the way.
May’s heart quivered in anticipation, making her cheeks turn a light red. Her bladder was more than ready to get the flow going, but May knew she couldn’t just let it out on its own pace this time. If she wanted to avoid a cleanup this time, she needed to push it out. I knew those exercises would come in handy someday!
“Hmph!” May tensed her muscles, forcing the urine out of its home and through the exit. It shot out of her in a steady and strong stream, almost sparkling in the sunlight and flying forward a fair distance before arcing downward and breaking up, hitting the grass with a faint piddling noise. Her force also produced a slight hiss from her personal water spout; she was certainly thankful everyone else was distracted back at the camp to not hear and see this private performance of hers.
But more than that, May began to smile in excitement. Her technique was working! Maybe her raised leg would be a little tired after this, and she could still feel the need for some tissues once she was done, but this was already going way better than her first try. The relief was quite nice, too. Pushing so much out so quickly was leaving a nice emptying feeling in her, like ridding herself of all the stress that had been building inside her. It wasn’t quite as strong as the couple times when she made it to the toilet right before she peed her pants, but she couldn’t complain about having some nice sensations to go along with her success.
“Mmm…” She sighed with the glove in her mouth, ready to ride out the rest of her potty time in clean, happy peace.
“Hmm!?”
Sadly, that would not be the case. As her pee slowed down, it could not maintain the momentum to stay at that arc. As it declined, the stream gradually fell apart as well. Before she knew it, a trail ran down her grounded leg, and all those happy feelings evaporated quicker than the wet patch that had formed in the dirt.
She looked at her leg as it was defiled once more with her golden, smelly waste. Her first instinct was to try and move her body to somehow stop the trickling tinkle. Unfortunately, she couldn’t, not with her body propped up so precariously. A kneejerk would make her fall over, and even more would be covered, not to mention the dirt getting on her legs and butt. Stopping the pee wasn’t happening, either; forcing her muscles like that made sure she wouldn’t be able to clench them shut until it was all out.
As much as she didn’t want to, all May could do was groan in disappointment as her pee continued for a little bit longer, her leg getting wetter all the while. She could feel drops of urine soaking into her sock at the ankle, and even a little down at the heel, making her cringe. I’m gonna have to change my socks again!
Once the last spurt of urine had dribbled onto the ground, May let her raised leg down, feeling the blood circulating through it again. She lifted her stained leg up and inspected the full damage, further dismaying her.
“So much for that idea,” she bemoaned after removing her glove from her mouth. Not that it was a practical solution anyway; this pose only worked if she had something to brace herself on in the first place, and it still left her far messier than was acceptable.
Yet again, the thought that her pursuit was doomed from the start weighed her down, but it only took a glance at her other leg to convince herself otherwise. Only leg was soaked this time, and her underwear remained dry and wearable. If anything, she had gotten closer to her goal than before.
That’s right, she told herself, I know I can make this work! I don’t care how many pairs of socks and underwear I go through, I will achieve a perfect standing pee!
May struck a pose of pure determination, a fire lighting within her eyes that wouldn’t stop for anything. However, a growl from her stomach quickly proved otherwise. “Ugh, Brock’s cooking sounds really good now,” she admitted, clutching her empty belly.
A few used tissues lying on the ground to dissolve later, and May was on her way back to the campsite. Food was at the forefront of her mind, but she still gave a little thought to her experiment. They would be reaching the next town sometime tomorrow; maybe it would be for the best if she put off her attempts until then. She would probably have the chance to practice while taking a shower, where she wouldn’t need to worry about cleanup or being seen at all. It made more sense to her, at least.
But she could leave that for later. Right now, all she wanted was some good campfire grub, nice tea to wash it down, and then retire to her tent where she could recharge for another big day tomorrow.
"Nngh, why do these buildings have to be so confusing?"
May rounded the corner to yet another corridor, this one looking the same as the last few. Nothing but plain halls and closed doors everywhere, nothing resembling a ladies' room, which she so badly needed.
How'd she even let it get this bad? May tried to remember, but the details were hazy. They got to town, drank some tea, then the next thing she knew, she was in a desperate search for a bathroom in a random building. Hand at her groin and squirm in her hips, she continued to make her way through, every second bringing her closer to the first accident she would have since childhood.
But just when that seemed unavoidable, May finally saw it: a door with a pink sign and a female stick figure, dead ahead.
"Alright, finally!" She said with a smile, opening the door and stepping in without a moment's pause. "Wait, what?"
May looked on in surprise and confusion. This wasn't a bathroom at all. Somehow, she now found herself in what looked like a contest hall with a big stage on the other side and a massive audience. Several girls stood at the edge of the stage.
Wait, May realized, they weren't just any girls. Roxanne, Winona, Flannery, Glacia, and Phoebe… these were the female gym leaders and members of Hoenn’s Elite Four. What is going on here!?
"Alright, ladies!" said Phoebe, who stood in the middle. "Time to stand and deliver!"
All as one, the girls widened their stance, thrust their hips forward, and put their hands between their legs. It was at this point May noticed the biggest shocker of all: none of the ladies had any bottoms on! She couldn’t make them out very well through all the lights and strange haze in the room, but there was no doubting they were all naked in the place where it mattered most.
Her shock only grew from there as five streams of urine flew forward from their groins, shimmering in the studio lights as it fell into the audience. The girls all wore different faces of relief, from Glacia’s soft smile to Flannery’s ear-to-ear grin. The hiss from all of their vaginas came through loud and clear, like invisible microphones were hooked up to their crotches. Cheers roared from the audience, louder than any crowd May had ever heard. She couldn’t pry her eyes away from this oddly-mesmerizing display; what bizarre show could she have possibly stumbled into?
The streams ended as quickly as they began, seemingly disappearing into thin air. Suddenly, Phoebe lifted her arm and pointed straight at May. “Now it’s your turn to take the stage!”
“Huh!?” May looked down and found that she was no longer by the door. Somehow, she now stood onstage, with everyone in the faceless crowd looking at her. Furthermore, she was wearing her pink swimsuit, with one major difference: a complete lack of undergarments.
She immediately went wide-eyed and red-faced, wanting to cover herself and run away. However, her legs stayed rooted to the spot, and her hands wouldn’t move, leaving everything below the belt on display.
“Go on,” she heard Phoebe say behind her. “Stand tall, assume the pose, and show them all the power inside!”
May’s body moved on its own, spreading her legs, moving her hips forward, and placing her hands at her entrance. She became reminded of all the urine built up within, eager to flow out onto the audience below.
I… I’m really gonna… May closed her eyes, bracing herself for whatever came next. Seconds passed as the stage, the crowd, and all the noises within swirled into darkness and silence. She re-opened them expecting to see her pee flying out.
Instead, May was greeted with the canopy of her tent, and the noises of birdsong in the distance. “Wha?” She sat up, letting her sleeping bag fall and reveal her orange pajama top and pants with white stripes, and looked around in confusion.
All just a dream, a very bizarre one at that. She had to wonder if a psychic-type Pokemon had used some kind of dream move on her. Why else would she ever imagine such a scenario?
But then May’s half-lidded eyes fully opened as she felt the one part of the dream that was very real.
“Ooh, gotta pee!” She was quickly reminded of the extra cup of tea she had before bed, and how that had led to one very embarrassing morning as a kid. It seemed there were some lessons she never fully learned, even when her bladder capacity was a bit stronger than that time. Still, she knew that it would be coming out before too long, and she needed to get behind some trees before that time arrived.
May quickly slipped out of her sleeping bag, threw on her slippers, and crawled out of her tent, pausing only to let her eyes adjust to the morning sun. Looking around, she saw Ash still fast asleep in his bag, and Brock and Max’s tent was still zipped closed, so at least she wouldn’t have to worry about them.
With hand in groin, May set off into the woods again. Not as far as before, she didn't want to hold this any longer than she needed to. That, and wandering off too far without any friends or Pokemon for protection was a bad idea, aching bladder or no.
Her urge was strong, but not strong enough to make her forget such a vivid dream as she walked. Seeing such famous, strong women expose themselves and pee in front of an entire audience… she wouldn’t be forgetting that dream for a long time, for better or worse. At least they all looked so powerful in their stance, she supposed.
Wait! It all came back to her at once; the exact way they stood as they peed, and the same pose they made her take was clear as day. Could it really be what she looking for? Sure, it came from a weird place, but if had a chance to work, then she had to give it a shot.
After ducking behind a decently-covering tree and bush, May glanced down at her pajama-clad legs and slippers. She had lucked out her last two times by wearing dark shorts, but she absolutely couldn’t take any risks this time. She kicked her slippers off, then grabbed her bottoms at the waist and pulled them off as well, setting the pants down on top of the bush. The sensations of her exposed lower body in the morning breeze and bare feet touching the grass sent a shiver down her spine, making her bladder beg even harder to be free of all that urine. Just a little longer, she told herself.
“Alright, let’s see…” May visualized the steps from the dream, doing her best to re-enact them. Legs spread past her shoulders, and hips thrusted forward. Those were easy enough to do, but she had to wonder about the next step. She had never tried pulling on her folds like that before, never needed to. This would be a new experience on top of a new experience, and she hadn’t been awake for five minutes yet.
Her hands reached down to her warm, soft petals and gingerly pulled them upwards. Her face went red as she realized just how much pink she could now see this way, but she could tell that this would keep it from falling straight down and soaking her legs again. At least, it would as long as she remembered the golden rule to making her own gold this way: Push.
Only a second passed between the moment she let go and the first release, but it felt like an eternity of waiting to her. A million thoughts ran through her mind, equal parts excitement and dread making her heart race. The moment was upon her; would she shoot or soak? As it left its uncomfortable home and passed millimeter by millimeter, she would see for herself.
A small spurt heralded the start, just a bit of shiny, golden liquid flowing out as much forward as down and hitting the ground with an inaudible patter. May’s whole body went rigid, but her bladder kept pushing, no time to stop it now. Next came a trickle, chaotic and broken, falling at the dirt before her. It still left cleanly enough even at this splatter, but May knew she couldn’t keep it at this rate. It would get stronger whether she wanted it to or not, and knowing the relief to come, she definitely wanted it.
Her pee built up from there, becoming steadier and stronger, landing narrower and further, until it reached its peak: a powerful stream, long and robust, flying forward and breaking up only as it began to dip towards the earth. Noises entered May’s ears, of both the small, targeted rainfall and the hiss from down below. She then detected a faint hint of her scent too, and she briefly wondered if this would end up attracting any Pokemon to her. I sure hope not!
But nevermind that, May could barely believe the sight happening before her. She was peeing… standing up… and it was working! Maybe not one hundred percent, as she could feel just a bit of it dripping off the bottom of her vagina, but anyone who caught her right now would say she was peeing as good as any boy.
Her mouth opened up in surprise at first, both from the success and the naughtiness of such an ungirly action. However, it gradually lifted into a smile as free and unashamed as the stream before her. “I… did it!” she declared to the world. “I can pee standing up!”
May laughed in triumph, feeling unstoppable in that moment. If only those girls from her dream could see her now; they’d be clapping and cheering her on, the audience below roaring with approval at her flawless technique. It was a shame this sort of display wouldn’t win her any contests, but she was certain she would win a gold medal if they ever allowed it.
She let loose another laugh, but quickly remembered how close to the camp she still was. “Eep!” She quickly shut her mouth and glanced behind, though she couldn’t see anything. I hope no one heard that! She’d almost prefer soaking her legs again than giving Max more ammo for embarrassing stories.
Best to just relish in the moment quietly, she decided. Leaning her head back, May closed her eyes and let out a long, uninterrupted sigh as she took in the pleasure of a nice morning pee. She’d never tell another soul, but emptying her bladder first thing in the morning had a certain satisfaction to it, much like how another person would enjoy a cup of coffee or their wakeup stretches. It was the icing on the cake to her hard-earned success, and she would enjoy it to the last drop.
Said drop didn’t happen for a while, but eventually, her stream declined in power, the hard splatter on the damp dirt fading into a faint piddle, and the hiss of her personal water gun disappearing. Even then, her pee took its sweet time growing weaker, to the point that it felt like minutes passed before it stopped completely, even though it really hadn’t been that long. A large puddle remained in front of her, and would stay there for a while before soaking and evaporating away.
“Hah… wow, I actually did it,” she muttered to herself, still as red-faced as ever. She wanted to stay there and bask in the slight afterglow of success, but May knew staying here like this was asking to be caught. Best to wipe up and get dressed before that could happen.
That was when May thought of something rather dismaying. “Ugh, I forgot to bring tissues,” she groaned, lowering her head. Without wiping, she was sure to leave a small wet spot on her pajamas, and she’d never hear the end of it if the boys saw her.
Luckily, a solution quickly presented itself. A slight breeze picked up, blowing against her exposed “Luvdisc”. She gasped at the sudden feeling, but quickly noticing it was not an unpleasant feeling. In fact, it was helping her dry up, making what drips she still had fall to the grass between her feet. May breathed out a relaxed breath; it’d take a little bit this way, but it gave her more time to enjoy the moment.
As she drip-dried, May thought of what else was ahead of her today. She never considered herself unconfident, but now she felt as though she could take on all of Hoenn right now. Come what may, this girl would always take the stage knowing she had the power to stand and deliver.
And now, for something completely different: the original English anime opening, as sung by May in mid-pee!
I’m gonna pee standing up
Like no girl ever has!
I won’t squat in an itchy shrub
The boys, I will outclass!
I will trickle through the air,
Spraying far and wide
With these two folds, you should beware
The power that’s inside!
Potty time!
(Gotta stand up tall!)
It’s time to pee,
And standing is much more free!
Potty time!
Oooooh, it feels so good
In the way that peeing should!
Potty time!
(Gotta stand up tall!)
I peed a ton!
“Little Shellder’s” had her fun
Wipe and dress and now I’m done!
Pot-ty time!
(Gotta stand up tall)
Gotta stand up tall
Potty time!
(A/N: Are these lyrics by me and the commissioner the best worst thing I've ever put in a story, or what? Anyway, still got a couple other commissions lined up, but if you wanna get in touch with me, check out my thread here!) |
HazyMagnum requested that fanfic. I really like HP, so I wrote it.
Over six weeks passed since Hermione was petrificated. During that time she was getting fed by special potions and charms. It was finally day, when madragoras grew and the elixir has been prepared. Mrs. Pomfrey applied the potion into Hermione's mounth. After few minutes she woke up. She felt giant urge to pee. Mrs Pomfrey noticed that, and casted spell.
"Peprevento!" - Mrs Pomfrey said and yellow color stream flew from her wand in direction of Hermione's crotch. Hermione stopped feeling any urge.
W-what that spell did do? - Asked Hermione with sleepy voice.
- It will prevent you from peeing. You will not be able to pee until 13:30 (1:30 pm) tommorow. When it will be 13:30 a strong urge will hit you. You'll pee instantly whenever you are, so make sure to be in toilet right before it. You will also start to feel urge 2 hours before that time - Answered Mrs. Pomfrey.
- Oh ok, thank you Mrs. Pomfrey. - Said Hermione. After a while she was completly awake. She remindered why she was petrificated - She knew what was cause of it!
- Mrs. Pomfrey, I have to talk with Professor McGonagal! - Said Hermione.
- You must lay here for one more hour, then I'll go with you to your dormitory. - Answered Mrs. Pomfrey.
- It's very important! I've found out what's the cause of those attacks! - Said Hermione.
- As I said, you need to stay here for some more time. - Said Mrs. Pomfrey, muttering something about side effects of petrifications.
Hermione had no other choice, but to wait. She checked her watch - It was 11:30 pm! The thing she didn't knew, it was that when she fallen on floor when she got petrificated she hitten stone floor with her watch. It was now moving 1 hour late. After 1 hour Mrs. Pomfrey walked her to dormitory. Hermione went to see Harry and Ron, but she couldn't find them. She was too tired to think about it. It might seem, that after petrification you had enought sleep for a long time, but it was in other way. Hermione was really, really tired. She went to bed, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Hermione had a dream. She was standing in girl's restroom where Moaning Myrthe was living in.
- Oh someone has to pee, really bad, hahaha - Was laughting Myrthe, holding her crotch tightly imitating Hermione.
- Yes, I have to, please let me go into toilet! - Begged Hermione. She was holding her crotch very tightly.
- Oh, I gotta go, I gotta go! - Moaned Myrthe. She put her skirt up, put off her panties and was holding her nude crotch and doing pee dance.
- Please, let me in! I'll wet myself otherwise. - Begged Hermione with tears.
- Ok, but watch this... Hihi - Said Myrthe and flew into crane. She was floating in crane, so it was in her vagina. She spreaded her legs and turned on the crane. Myrthe started to masturbate and moan. It made Hermione pee herself. She just saw puddle creating under her. Then Hermione wake up. She was dry, but she instantly grabbed her crotch. She was feeling urge to pee, bud excepted to feel wetness
- Oh, right it was only a dream... - She muttered to herself.
Hermione put on her normal clothes and went of to library - her watch was showing her 10:30 am. But for real it was 11:30 am. She had 2 more hours to go to toilet. Hermione has spent 1 hour in there. She was told from Professor McGonagal that Ron and Harry were in hospital wing for healing some scratches, so Hermione haven't worried about them. While being in library she was holding her crotch under her white panties. She really had urge to pee, but she knew she could ignore it. She even tried something weird. She made sure no one can see her and she spreaded her legs and tried to pee at full force. She couldn't do it, but the feeling made her moan from pleasure. She has done it few times. At last time she almost couldn't stop moaning, so she thought it was time to stop, or else she might get caught. After library Hermione went to eat breakfast. Her watch showed her that she had 2 more hours until going to toilet. But in reality she had only one more hour. While she was eating she wasn't trying to hold pee with her hands or by crossing legs. She was given weird looks from other students when she moaned quietly and was closing her eyes and biting her lip. She was eating for 50 minutes. She was feeling now giant urge. It was hurting a bit, but Hermione was only feeling horny because of that urge. After 2 minutes she heard:
- As we have 8 minutes until 1:30 pm..... - Said someone's voice. Hermione was wondering how is it possible. She asked her Percy what time it is.
- It's 1:22 pm - Answered Percy. Hermione has sweated. "It's still 8 minutes, you can get to toilet..." She thought to herself. Her urge doubled. She went up from her seat and went straight to toilet, but professor Flitwick went to her and talked with her about things she was missing. It tool 5 minutes. "Oh shit, I must hurry!" Thought Hermione. "I have imly 3 minutes, or I'll be humilitated!" She was now running to nearest toilet. She was now feeling droplets of pee coming into her pantiesas she ran. Spell was wearing off! She had 2 more minutes. Hermione was now near Girl's restroom where Myrthe lived. But to her unluck Harry and Ron were coming from hospital wing by this way.
- Hermione! - Harry and Ron screamed and runned to hug Hermione. That shock made her pee a bit. She had stain in front of her black robes. She quickly welcomed them and made them go into Myrthe's restroom. She had 1 more minute.
- What's happening Hermione? You are running as you would have lake in your bladder! - Said Ron. Hermione blushed, not answered. She ran into nearest cabin. It was closed. And so were next 2 ones. And 3 next ones. She saw that every door was closed. Only one left. She was hearing moans from it. She opened it and saw Myrthe, fingering herself on toilet.
- Ohhhh Harryyyyyy fasteeeer. Yeeees likeeee tha-a - Was moaning Myrthe, until she got Orgasm. Then she noticed Hermione, Harry and Ron. She haven't stopped fingering.
- Can I go pee?! - Yelled Hermione, she was now holding her crotch very, very tightly. Spell stopped working. She started to leak.
- You can't... You saw me fingering and I'll see you peeing. - Said Myrthe and laughted.
After that Hermione looked at Harry and Ron. She muttered "Please do som...." and started to pee. She was crossing her legs, holding her crotch under panties. Nothing helped. She started to feel her panties going wet more and more. After few seconds they were completly soaked. She felt streams of pee going down her legs. She was moaning now. She, like Myrthe who was now fingering herself to view of Hermione's accident, had orgasm. In front of her 2 best friends. She wuickly took her school robe of to not wet it. Down her legs were going a lot of streams. Her panties were now so wet that they got transparent ad her vagina was visible. Hermione by being horny put her finger in vagina and started to masturbate while peeing. She got orgasm once again. After 7 minutes of full force wetting she was exhaused, the floor was completly wet with her pee. Harry and Ron were just looking at it in silence. They were enjoying what they have seen. After 1 minute Hermione has looked. At Harry and Ron with very red blush:
- Please, don't launch I can explai- She didn't want them to tell it to everyone.
- It could happen to anyone - Said Harry. - Also it looked pretty sexy... - He added, and Hermione blushed even more somehow.
- Because you've seen my down parts already because of my wet pants I'll take them off... - She said and took off her pee soaked panties in front of Harry and Ron, who have gone red. Hermione said them, that they can touch her down parts, if they both promise not to tell anyone about it. They both had touched her private parts. While they have been doing it, Hermione peed a bit on Harry's hand.
- Oopsie, sorry - said Hermione blushing. - I'll put on my school robes and we can head back to our dormitory. - She added.
- Ok, said Harry.
Hermiona asked Ron and Harry to help her showering, still in Myrthe's bathroom. In half of showering Hermione started to pee, when Ron touched her vagina. She peed for 1 minute.
- I think it's end... - Said Hermione blushing. After she put her school robes on, without her panties, she almost got out of the bathroom, but then she saw Myrthe. She forgot to ask her to not tell it to anyone.
- Myrthe, can you please not tell it to anyone? - She asked.
- If you give me your wet panties and come sometimes to pee here... - Myrthe answered with naughty smile.
- Okay, you can have them, and I'll be sometimes coming here to pee - Said Hermione and gave Myrthe her panties.
Hermione with Ron and Harry headed back to their dormitory. Only they and Myrthe knew about it. |
499 miles was exactly the distance from Eastlea High to the hotel Kyriad. Abbey had checked it on Google Maps some three hours before they were set to depart, as she sat at her computer waiting for the Sophie Ellis-Bextor album to slowly copy itself onto her rather tatty MP3 player. A little further down the street and Lauren had slipped on two pairs of thermal socks and was desperately trying to pick out additional pairs to pack from within the heap of clean albeit wrinkled clothes, whilst simultaneously trying her hardest not to disturb Muffin the fuzzy ginger cat who was sleeping on top of it all. Across town and Georgina was thinking she was the smart one - standing in the bathroom with her skirt hitched up and her underwear halfway down her thighs, as she tried to figure out the best way to insert the Tena Lady pad she had discretely taken from mom's cupboard.
Skip forward two and a half hours and the sky is pitch black, a waxing crescent moon hidden behind the veil of clouds which is fairly typical for a British autumn. It's cold, but the air is still and even while standing outside, Lauren's feeling pretty cozy underneath all her layers, wriggling and clenching her toes around in a mixture of anticipation and excitement. Abbey has threaded the cables of her earphones through her jacket like she does during exams, and is trying to position the right bud within her ear so the sound is perfectly balanced. Somewhere near the back of the queue, a boy named Josh notices that Georgina is occasionally running her hands down the front and back of her skirt, but he doesn't process that she's wearing a pad that's far too large for a girl her size and she's a bit concerned that it would cause a noticable bulge in her outer clothing. It doesn't.
Everyone boards the coach, and there's a predictable safety briefing that no one pays much attention to (least of all Abbey because she can't hear it), though everyone understands that the on-board toilet isn't to be used unless it's an emergency. But no one is expecting that to happen, because everyone is overconfident in their bladders and everyone is too shy to ask a teacher to let them use the toilet and reveal to the entire coach how desperate they are, resulting in embarrasment somewhat equivalent to or greater than actually having an accident.
The lights dim and the engine turns over.
James who doesn't like to be called Jimmy but is called Jimmy regardless has a brand new Sony PSP which can play movies, and the entire front end of the coach is transfixed by the device. Near the back, Josh is awkwardly trying to make conversation with Abbey who isn't paying him much attention because she just wants to listen to Sophie Ellis-Bextor and stare out of the window at passing streetlights and into the blackness beyond the motorway. Georgina is nibbling away at the cornbread mom packed and trying not to get crumbs all over her clothes and failing nonetheless. Lauren is asleep.
The first rest stop is only an hour in, and none of our three girls leave the coach. It's warm and cozy inside, and they don't want to walk across a rest stop car park needlessly. The first break is for the younger kids anyway; big girls like them don't need it. Plus Abbey wants to wait for a services with a Burger King - she's not going to settle for McDonalds on a special trip like this.
Two and a half hours later and they get their second break and last before the ferry across the Channel. Lauren wakes up and yawns as the coach rolls to a slow stop. She could use a bathroom, and gets up. Georgina's feeling the hot chocolate she drank earlier want out, and decides to go too. Abbey decides not to come, and instead starts rooting around in her bag for spare batteries for her MP3 player.
Inside a large glass building filled with people who should be sleeping, Lauren and Georgina head to the ladies and into separate cubicles. Lauren fumbles with unzipping her jacket for a few seconds, while Georgina pulls her underwear down to inspect her pad, and seems satisfied that it's remained clean. Both girls sit down and pee.
The coach takes to the motorway again for the final stretch down to Dover. Jimmy's PSP has died. Josh is slumped over in what must certainly be an uncomfortable position. The vast majority of the coach is asleep, and now Abbey is starting to feel the urge to relieve herself. They have at least another hour on the road, but she's confident that she can wait. She tries to focus on the music, but she's gone through the entire album and the old songs she already had three times over, and it's starting to get a bit repetative. She wishes she'd prepared the MP3 player a little better beforehand.
Dawn is breaking over the cliffs of Dover as the coach pulls into the vast sea of tarmac to await boarding. Georgina and Lauren have taken some brief naps, but the adrenaline is keeping them awake. Abbey is sitting with her legs crossed, and is starting to get nervous.
The coach takes too long to board the ferry. There are yawns and stretches as people stand up, but they aren't allowed to leave just yet. A teacher gives yet another safety briefing on how they are not allowed to go up on deck lest someone falls overboard and drowns in the English Channel. Lauren and Georgina chuckle mildly to themselves. Abbey is shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot.
There's a small stampede off the coach as most everyone heads upstairs to the arcade, bar Abbey and a few others who go for the toilets on the same level. Following the signs is pretty easy, but her desperation seems to increase the closer she gets. She threads her way through not too many people loitering about in the corridor, through the bathroom door and into a free stall, and turns around to slide the latch lock behind her. Once she's sure she has some privacy, she shoves her right hand between her legs. She crosses her legs, then uncrosses them, then bends forward sticking her rear out and pushes her hand harder up against her privates. She does this a few times as if to try and push back the urge to pee, before taking her hand away and focusing on undoing the annoyingly-tight button of the denim shorts which are getting a bit too small for her.
Eventually she gets the button undone, and she unzips her shorts to reveal the top of a pair of cotton, white panties with pink stripes and a very small decorative bow in the centre of the waistband. Then she turns around to the toilet. HURK. Ferry toilets are disgusting. The seat isn't wet, but there are obvious patches from where it has been. Definitely not suitable for sitting on in such a state. Abbey sticks a hand under the plastic toilet roll dispenser and rips off a large wad of paper, and regretfully starts rubbing it along the plastic.
She gets a quarter of the seat to somewhere vaguely within the realm of sanitary. Then she pushes down on the seat a little too hard, and she pees a little bit in her panties. She freezes and lets out a slight gasp. She throws the toilet paper into the bowl, quickly rips down her shorts and panties, swings around and sits down on the toilet - no longer caring about the seat cleanliness or lack thereof - and empties her bladder.
A minute or so later and Abbey finishes peeing. She's completely bent forward with her arms down at her sides and her eyes closed. Relief felt so good. Eventually she opens her eyes and straightens up, and looks down at her legs. She pulls her panties up from within her shorts and stretches them out infront of her. There's a small, teardrop-shaped wet patch near the front of the gusset about the size of a 50p coin. Abbey blushes with embarrasment. She pulls down some more toilet paper from the dispenser and starts rubbing it into the crotch of her panties. The paper seems to get wet, but the fabric doesn't seem to get any drier. She quickly gives up, spreads her legs and throws the paper down into the toilet bowl.
The last drops of her pee are still dripping from her, but Abbey realises that the 1-ply toilet paper is closer to sandpaper than anything worthy of the adjective "soft", and it's not something she's keen to try rubbing against herself. She realises her underwear is already wet, and it doesn't matter too much - and tentatively pulls up her panties so that they sit fairly loose around her nether regions. Her body still feels uncomfortably wet down there. She pulls them back down to her knees again. Her lower lips are still glistening with pee. After a moment's pause, she pulls her panties up again and presses two fingers into the crotch, rubbing it up against her privates. The soft cotton dampens further, but quickly warms to the heat of her body.
She pulls up her shorts, zips and buttons them. She flushes the toilet, unlocks and leaves the cubicle. She washes her hands and dries them with a few paper towels. There's a long, large vertical mirror near the doorway. She takes a look at herself. Her cheeks are still a little bit red. She glances down at her shorts, but doesn't see anything that worries her. She leaves the bathroom, feeling a little uneasy but a lot better.
She heads down the corridor and up the stairs to find Lauren and Georgina in the cafe.
To be continued, maybe? |
Part 2 it is!
The ferry trundles along through the endless expanse of choppy waves and sea foam in the light mist of a chilly September morning. Lauren stares out through a window and counts the small ships with brilliant white sails, and watches another ferry passing in the opposite direction some hundred yards away - a distance from which none of either ship's occupants could possibly see each other - though she waves at them regardless.
Abbey occasionally shifts uncomfortably in her seat. All her clothes are packed away in a small pink flowered suitcase on the coach, and the vehicle deck is closed while the ferry is at sea. She glances over at Mr. Braun the music teacher at the other end of the cafe, comforting a girl called May who's feeling a little nauseated from the gentle sway of the ship over the waves. She contemplates asking him if she could quickly get access to her suitcase when they reach Calais, but she did not want to explain herself if Mr. Braun asked her why, nor would she have time to actually go and change her underwear.
Georgina sips a cup of lemon iced tea from the cafe and strolls aimlessly through the ferry's onboard shop, not really interested in buying anything but rather attempting to waste some time. She listens to Jimmy in the next aisle over moaning hopelessly at the ridiculous cost of a charging cable for his PSP and cursing himself for forgetting to bring his own. Lauren is pondering over the cafe menu, and wondering why everything seems to be exactly £10. £10 for a few chicken goujons, or £10 for a lasagna. After a moment to consider how hungry she is and how carefully she should balance her spending money, she gets up to order the goujons.
The ferry docks in Calais and everyone makes their way to the vehicle deck in good time for the gates to open. Abbey climbs onto the coach and makes her way back to her seat. Josh, who would sit next to her, is still a little further back in the queue. She glances around to check if anyone is paying attention to her, then leans back and discretely slips her hand into her denim shorts. It still feels a little damp. Just before Josh appears next to her, she quickly pulls her hand out from her pants and wipes her fingers on the fabric of her seat, and crosses her legs. Josh doesn't seem to notice as he sits down. She flashes a quick, nervous smile at him.
The coach wheels begin rolling again. Georgina finally starts to feel tired, but she's on the right side of the coach and its tinted windows aren't holding back the rays of sun as well as she would like them to. The light and heat are keeping her awake, while over on the shaded side of the coach Abbey and Lauren have fallen fast asleep. Georgina lifts her feet up onto the seat, wraps her arms around her legs and pulls her knees close to her chest. She stares out of the window as they traverse the French countryside.
The coach hits a small pothole and Georgina wakes up. She doesn't remember falling asleep, or knows how long she slept for. She tries to look up from out of the window - the sun is still pretty high overhead. She pulls her phone out from her jacket pocket to check the exact time. A little after midday, but she doesn't remember how long ago they left the ferry. She isn't sure if they had stopped again as yet and if she had slept through it. This worries her slightly, as she quickly becomes aware of the familiar dull ache from her abdomen as a result of the iced tea having made it much of the way through her.
Georgina sits up and sets her feet back down onto the coach floor. As she moves, she is reminded of the pad she's wearing as it rubs up against her, and contemplates the situation. She hadn't been brave enough to take more than one - lest mom would notice that they were missing - but didn't intend on wearing it for more than the first day of the trip, knowing full well that anything put between her legs would get dirty eventually. Nonetheless, she didn't think that she would actually have to use it... she only wanted to have it in case of an emergency. But given that they might not stop again until the hotel, which could be hours away for all she knew - she starts to consider an emergency to be quite possible. She checks her phone again. Half an hour has gone by, and they are still moving steadily along the motorway. She takes note of the road signs as they pass on her right, but none of the French town names seem familiar and she can't piece together where exactly they are - and all the teachers are engaged in conversation at the front end of the coach, making it difficult for her to ask.
Across the isle, Lauren is still fast asleep but Abbey wakes up, stretches her arms out and yawns. She's hungry - she didn't have anything to eat on the ferry, and they still haven't stopped at a services with a Burger King, which mildly annoys her. She pulls her bag out from under the seat and starts to dig around inside in search of a snack.
Georgina is now seriously considering peeing in her panties. She's not desperate to the point where she has to cross her legs or hold herself, but she's slouched down in her seat and bouncing her right leg on the coach floor, occasionally squeezing her thighs together. Her muscles have been tensed to hold it for some time, and the ache from down there is slowly becoming more painful. She pulls her crumpled jacket out from behind her and spreads it out on her lap over her skirt, just as a precaution. Her mind is racing with pee thoughts. She's not bursting - she can certainly hold it for a good while longer, and doesn't want to use her pad if they're going to stop soon. And she's never tried using one of these pads before either, and doesn't know effective it will be. Some months ago she had... tested the absorbancy of a period pad out of curiosity (and heck was it useless), and though the Tena Lady she's wearing is more adequate for the situation, she isn't sure if it could hold the entire contents of her bladder. And if she waits too long and gets too desperate, she might not be able to control herself... and could end up having a very embarrasing accident. If she's going to do it, it seems better to do it sooner than later.
Abbey finds a cinnamon granola bar in her bag and smiles cheerfully. Breakfast.
Georgina makes up her mind, sits up in her seat, spreads her legs apart slightly, and relaxes. Nothing happens at first - her body seems at odds with the idea of relieving herself when not in a bathroom and with all her clothes still on. She gives her bladder a push, and a strong spurt of pee shoots out from between her legs. It's a little too powerful than she would like, and she quickly stops. She waits for a minute, then relaxes again and pushes a little more lightly. Pee starts to trickle out from her at a much more manageable rate. She lets it out for a few seconds before stopping, wondering if she needs to give the pad time to absorb it all. It's difficult to tell how well it's holding up, and she slips her right hand down underneath her, palm up to alert her if her skirt starts to get wet. It's still dry, and she pushes again and pees for another three or so seconds. All seems fine, and she pushes with a little more force, peeing into her pad for a full five seconds. Still no sign of leakage. She's feeling significantly wet between her legs, but it's warm at the same time - and combined with the relief she got from doing it, she feels pretty good.
At this exact moment, Georgina feels the slight sway of the coach as it merges across into an exit lane. She looks up and out through the window. Her eyes widen as she notices the sign for the rest stop - complete with the symbols for male and female toilets - and lets out a small moan of defeat. It had all been a complete waste.
Abbey leans over in her seat to read the motorway sign, notices the Burger King logo, and lets out a small squeal of delight. |
I originally wanted just 3 parts but it's turned out to be a little more writing than I anticipated, so I'm going to do that thing movie studios do and make a two-part finale so I can rake in that sweet box office revenue, or whatever the omo forum equivalent is.
Part 3.1
A girl called Sophie looks over to her left and gently pokes at the large bundle of fabric in the adjacent seat, which is actually Lauren's winter jacket. Sophie mentions softly that they've stopped and asks if Lauren is getting up. From somewhere buried under the thick layer of wool, Lauren stirs slightly and lets out a sleepy murmur which Sophie takes as a "no".
The sun is shining brightly in the cloudless sky directly overhead, but there's a bitter chill in the early autumn air which makes Abbey shiver a little as she steps off the coach, and visiting Burger King drops down to second place on her list of priorities. She crosses her arms tightly across her chest and rubs her hands up and down the sleeves of her jumper, and follows the convoy of students towards the services entrance with gritted teeth. Georgina follows along a little way behind in the queue rather awkwardly - keeping pace, but also taking care not to cross her legs too tightly with each step.
A good portion of the group which includes Abbey and Georgina follow the signs for the lavatories.
Abbey locks herself in a stall - she isn't desperate, and takes her time while unbuttoning her denim shorts. She pulls them and her white and pink-striped underwear down to her ankles, hops up onto the toilet seat and pees. Curious to see how her clothes have faired, she tugs her panties up from within her shorts once again and stretches them out in front of her. They're dry, but there's a very obvious, somewhat dark yellow stain covering about an inch and a half of the crotch. She pulls the top of the panties back up towards her stomach with one hand, so as to see the outside. The stain is very clearly visible from that side too.
She swaps her hands around once more to see the inside, and then pulls the crotch up towards her. She leans forward, and gently sniffs the garment. There's a faint odor of dried urine. She's not entirely sure what she expected. She shrugs, and lets her panties fall back down into her shorts.
Abbey gives her bottom a slight wiggle to shake off the last drops of pee, and pulls off some toilet paper from the roll mounted on the stall wall. French toilet paper is nice and soft, and it feels good as she rubs herself dry. She throws the paper into the bowl, pulls up her dirty but dry underwear and shorts, buttons them, flushes, and leaves to go wash her hands a little too quickly, skip the hand drier, and race off to Burger King while drying her hands by way of wiping them off on the front of her jumper.
Three stalls over, Georgina has locked her own stall door and hung her bag upon the hook, and is pulling up her skirt up much higher than usual, completely exposing her lower half. She spreads her legs slightly, and very carefully slides her light blue panties partway down her thighs. The Tena Lady pad which is far too big and takes up most of the lower half is pretty heavy by now, the weight pulling the cotton down below her knees. It's a little bit dirty around the sides, and the middle is distinctly yellow with pee - but it doesn't look full at all. Georgina stands there for a moment, her hands on her legs in a semi-squat position as she examines the contents of her underwear. There is still a quarter of the journey left to go, but keeping the partially-used pad on doesn't seem like a good idea. She probably won't have any need for in the last few hours anyway, and she certainly doesn't want to sit through it while wearing half the contents of her bladder.
Nonetheless, it still seems like a waste... and she still needs to finish peeing...
She looks up and around at the blank walls of the stall - more listening than looking. Outside the walls there are footsteps and indistict conversations echoing in from outside the bathroom. Sink taps are running, interlaced with the occasional flush of a distant toilet or the muffled roar of a hand dryer.
Georgina thinks for a moment, and then makes up her mind. She pulls her panties back up around her waist, carefully adjusts the pad from the outside so it feels like it's in a relatively good position, and then tentatively steps back and sits down on the toilet seat, leaning forward ever so slightly.
After a few seconds of sitting on the toilet with her underwear on, she relaxes, and then pushes to pee. And just like the first time it starts to come out a little too quickly. Warm liquid shoots out of her - too much for the pad to absorb instantly, and her privates are quickly soaked with urine, accompanied by a very distinct hiss that's so loud, she's sure the entire bathroom could hear it. Again, she immediately tenses up and stops, but this time she feels something that she didn't before - a rush of excitement. She isn't doing it out of necessity anymore, but out of curiosity - and that familiar sensation she gets when doing something that she isn't supposed to starts to creep in to the back of her mind.
With her hands tightly gripping the plastic sides of the toilet seat and her legs spread wide apart, Georgina stares down at the white folds peeking out from the blue cotton gusset between her thighs. She releases again - slowly, but now with no intent on stopping. Pee pours out into her pad which absorbs it well at first, but the warmth and wetness combined with the feeling of naughtiness she has from deliberately wetting herself makes her jaw drop ever so slightly and sends a shiver running down her spine.
Eventually the pad starts to reach its limit, and two golden streams form between the protruding sides and her thighs, trickling straight down into the water of the toilet, accompanied by the familiar and awkwardly loud tinkling sounds. Georgina quickly shifts her body forward towards the edge of the seat so that the streams fall quietly onto the porcelain of the bowl instead. Her ears feel like they're burning, and she feels like everyone else in the bathroom must have already figured out that she's peeing in her underwear. She reassures herself that it's highly unlikely of course... and the idea that so many people are around and they all have no idea what she is up to gives her another shiver of excitement.
After a while, her bladder is emptied and the streams of urine from her saturated pad diminish into a series of droplets. She sits up straight and pulls the hem of her panties forward to look inside. Only a fraction of a centimetre at the very top of the pad is still white - the rest is completely saturated yellow. The weight of it shifting pulls her panties down further, revealing the entire area between her legs to be glistening wet, and allowing the cool bathroom air to come down and touch her exposed privates with a gentle chill.
Georgina lets go of her panties, allowing them to fall back into place and giving the crotch a gentle press up against her, feeling still-warm pee squeeze out onto her body. She leans back up against the upright lid of the toilet, pulls the hem of her underwear out again with her left hand, and slides her right hand down inside. She's not thinking about her back or her hands getting dirty, nor does she give a thought to the fact that she's in a public bathroom filled with strangers. She forgets the world around her, completely lost in the moment. Her fingers massage the droplets around on her lower lips in a circular motion at first, before her index finger finds its way to that sweet spot, and she begins to rub up and down - gently at first, but quickly pressing down harder with each stroke.
It takes only a few seconds. Georgina's eyes close. Her hips had been shifting slightly back and forth along the toilet seat in a reflexive thrusting motion in rhythm with the strokes of her finger, and with one final push, her legs snap tightly together and her left hand lets go of holding her panties open, quickly flying up to cover her mouth as she tries her hardest to stifle a moan of ecstasy. After a few more fleeting seconds, her legs fall open again, and for a few seconds she simply sits there - out of breath, her heart racing, one hand resting limply inside her underwear.
And then the worst happens - from somewhere not too far away outside the bathroom stall, Georgina hears a female, adult voice calling out her full name.
Georgina's eyes shoot open, she jumps in terror and almost screams. If she would have had any pee left inside her, she would have certainly wet herself in fright. She calls out a "yes" in a high-pitched, almost breaking voice, throwing herself forward and wrapping her arms around her legs, as if she is afraid someone is about to barge into the stall to see her in her current state. The teacher calls out again to say that they are about to head back to the coach, and asks if Georgina is ready. Trying her best to hide the panic in her voice, Georgina replies that she won't be long. She hears the teacher confirm simply, and the outer bathroom door swing shut.
Georgina stands up, and has to place one hand on the wall to steady herself. Her face is burning red, her entire body is shaking, and her legs feel like jelly. With one hand she pulls her panties down, and carefully peels the pad out from inside. The seams along the edges of her panties have gotten a little wet by now, but that's the least of her concerns. She looks over to the small, beige bin at the side of the toilet, and sees that there is no bag lining it - and in the midst of everything she feels a pang of guilt that someone would eventually come along and have to pick up her pee-soaked pad out of it - but there isn't much she can do. She turns around, holds the pad over the toilet bowl, folds it in half and presses it together, watching the urine squeeze out into the bowl, all the while battling to suppress the insurmountable feelings of embarrassment and regret at all the things she has just done.
With the pad significantly lighter, she pulls a long string of toilet paper off from the roll and wraps the soiled and sticky mess up as best as she can, before gently dropping it into the plastic bin with a dull thud. She pulls down more paper from the roll and and starts to rub herself dry, to that point where she can still feel that she's been wet recently and it's still a little uncomfortable, but knows the feeling will pass. She throws away the paper into the bin, and as one final measure, goes to her bag which is hanging on the hook of the stall door and takes out a small pink and white bottle of feminine spray. She applies a few sprays to her upper legs and in between, then a few to the crotch of her panties in the hopes of masking the lingering scent of her urine.
She pulls her panties up, rolls her skirt back down and smooths out the ends, and takes her bag and unlocks the stall door. She slowly pushes it open and pees out to take a look around first. The rest of the bathroom is empty, which to her is a blessing. She slowly shuffles over to the sink. Her hands are still trembling slightly as she washes them, and she splashes some of the cold water on her face in an attempt to cool down her cheeks. Her hair is a mess, and she quickly digs out her brush from her bag to try and bring it back to a more manageable state. She turns off the tap and takes a step back to look at herself in the mirror amidst a sea of emotions - both bad ones and good ones. She's a little shaken, a little mischievous, a little guilty, and a little disgusted... but she got away with it. She takes a few deep breaths, and then smiles a half-pained, half satisfied smile, and turns and walks gingerly towards the door.
Edited May 21, 2019 by Kez
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Megan was at home on the weekend. Finally on her 2-day break from high school, Megan was happily playing some Minecraft when her friend Amy called. Megan picked up the phone, saying “Hello”
Amy: Hi. Are you free tomorrow?
Megan: Yeah, why?
Amy: Me and some other kids from our holding group came up with a game, you wanna come?
Megan: Sure
Amy: Ok, it’s tomorrow at 11:00 am, see ya
Amy hung up the phone. About a year ago, Megan discovered that her friends are into holding and omorashi. So, they formed a holding group, and have been doing holding contents and things like that since. Megan then went about her day, wondering what this game is.
The next day, Megan woke up, ready for the day. She got dressed, ate, and then left to Amy’s house at 10:55
When Megan arrived at 11:00, her holding group consisting of herself, Amy, Olivia, Charlotte, and Emma. They all said hi, and then went upstairs to Amy’s room
Amy’s room had a bed, a mini-sofa, a desk, some shelves, a TV, and in the middle, a deck of cards and lots of bottles of water.
“Here we are!” Amy said “Now we can start!”
Megan said to the girls “How does this work?”
Emma said “Well first, you have to empty your bladder”, pointing at the bathroom.
So Megan went to the bathroom, peed, then came out.
”I’m ready” Megan said
Oliva said “Well, the goal is to be the last one without wetting” Amy said “Duh!”, causing the girls to giggle
”Well, there will be rounds, each split by 15 minutes.” Oliva said “In each round, we’ll all take turns drawing cards”. Then, Charlotte explained what they do:
2: Drink 100 ml of water
3: Drink 150 ml of water
4: Drink 200 ml of water
5: Someone else will push on your bladder for 3 sec
6: Someone will push on your bladder for 6 sec
7: Someone will push on your bladder for 9 sec
8: Let out a 1 sec spurt
9: Let out a 1 sec spurt and drink 75 ml
10: Let out a 1 sec spurt and drink 150 ml
Jack: Remove a piece of clothing of your choice
Queen: Remove a piece of clothing of the next person’s choice
King: Chose 4, 7, or 10.
Ace: Draw 2 more cards, only applying the numbers, then putting them back
”So the numbers negatively effect you” Charlotte said “But the suites let you negativity impact someone else:
Clubs: Force someone else to drink 200 ml
Spades: Force someone else to be in a position you chose until they are targeted by another spade or until it’s the next turn off the attacker (Can go back to normal during breaks, but must go back in position at the start of the next round)
Hearts: Force someone else to remove a piece of clothing of their choice
Diamonds: Force someone else to draw a card, and only apply the number. Then, put it back in the deck
Charlotte said “And you you wet, you lose. You can also lose by spurting 3 times, unless it’s caused by a card. Each person will draw 1 card each round. Got it?” Megan respond with “Yep”
Emma then said “Also each of us will start by drinking 500 ml” After all the girls drank the water, Megan said “Let’s start!”
(Each of the girls were wearing a t- shirt, a bra, a skirt, shorts, and panties)
Round one:
Emma started by drawing a 4 of clubs. She drank her water, and made Megan also drink, while Megan said “Damn, already being attacked”
Next, Megan drew a jack of diamonds, taking off her shirt and throwing onto the bed. She chose to target Emma, for revenge. Emma drew a 5 of clubs, and Megan came and pushed on her bladder or 3 sec, but nothing really happened.
Then, Amy drew a queen of clubs. She said “Damnit” as Charlotte chose Amy’s shorts to remove. So, Amy forced Charlotte to drink.
Next, Charlotte drew a 2 of hearts. She drank, while choosing Amy for her attack (Amy removing her skirt)
Finally, Oliva drew a 5 of spades. She took the water, but decided to pass her attack.
The round was over. Emma committed “I don’t really feel anything so far...” After 15 min, the next round started
(Emma: 3/10. Megan: 3/10, All others: 2/10)
Round 2:
First, Emma drew a 9 of hearts. She closed her eyes and constrated, and after a full minute, Emma said “I did it”, then drank, targeting Megan (Which Megan took off her skirt)
Next, Megan drew a 3 of hearts, drinking the water, then targeted Emma (Who removes her skirt)
Then, Amy drew a 6 of diamonds. Emma pushes on Amy’s bladder, but nothing happened. She targeted Charlotte, who drew a 5 of spades, and drank
Next, Charlotte drew a queen of spades. Oliva chose to remove Charlotte’s shorts which she took off, then made Oliva get in a squatting position
Finally, Oliva drew a 4 of hearts, drank, and targeted Charlotte, who removed her shirt
The round was over, and all the girls could agree that they felt a slight need to pee, but Charlotte said “Right now, I feel like a 4/10”
(Emma: 4/10, Megan: 4/10, Charlotte: 4/10, all else: 3/10
Round 3:
Emma drew a 10 of spades. The girls looked at Emma, and saw the wet spot on her shorts increasing for 1 sec, then she drank, and made Charlotte spread her legs
Megan drew a 7 of hearts. Emma can over and pushed on her bladder. Near the end of the 9 sec, a dark spot appeared appeared on Megan’s shorts, with Emma shrieking “Megan leaked!”. Megan then targeted Charlotte, who removed her skirt
Amy then drew a jack of clubs. She removed her shirt, and made Charlotte drink.
Next, Charlotte drew a king of diamonds. She chose to drink, and then made Amy draw, who got a 2 of diamonds
Lastly, Oliva drew a ace of hearts. She then got a 3 and a 2, drinking, then targeted Charlotte, making her remove her bra
The round was over. Charlotte was kind of squirming, but everyone else looked fine. Also, Emma couldn’t help staring at Charlotte’s breasts
(Charlotte: 6/10, Oliva: 5/10, Emma: 5/10, all else: 4/10)
Round 4:
Emma drew a king of clubs. She first let out a spurt, drank, and then made Megan drink. Also, Charlotte went back to just sitting
Then, Megan drew a 2 of spades. She drank, then made Emma spread her legs
Next, Amy drew an ace of clubs. She drew a 4 and 7, letting out a spurt into her panties, drank, and make Charlotte drink
Charlotte drew a jack of diamonds, removing her panties, then made Amy draw a 3, having her drink.
Finally, Oliva drew a 10 of clubs, making Amy drink, letting out the 1 sec spurt, and drank.
The round was over. Charlotte said, trying to cover her self said “It looks like I’m the first completely nude...”. Also, Charlotte and Amy were both trying to hold their groin, to stop pee, but Charlotte let out a leak
(Megan: 6/10 (1 leak), Charlotte: 7.5/10 (1 leak), Amy: 7/10, all else: 5/10)
Round 5:
Emma drew a 5 of diamonds. Megan pushed on Emma’s bladder, and Emma’s squirm intensified. Also, she made Oliva draw, which she got a 3, and drank
Megan drew a 3 of spades. While she was drinking, she saw Emma rubbing her pussy, looking at Charlotte, which gave Megan a idea. She said to Emma “Since you seem so into Charlotte’s naked self, why don’t you locate your fingers by Charlotte’s pussy?” This caused both Emma and Charlotte to blush, and Amy said “Well the rules do say that with a spade, she can put you anywhere”. So Emma went up to Charlotte, and started fingering her, which caused Charlotte to moan and leak
Next, Amy drew a 6 of spades, and Oliva pushed on Amy’s bladder. Amy all of a sudden tensed up, moaned, and let out a spurt. Amy also made Charlotte spread her legs
Charlotte drew a 6 of hearts. She targeted Oliva, taking off Oliva’s shirt. Then, Oliva went to Charlotte, and pushed on her bladder. At this moment, Emma went for the kill, plunging her fingers deep into Charlotte, causing Charlotte to scream in organism, peeing all over Emma’s hand. “Charlotte is out!” Emma declared.
Oliva drew a 3 of clubs. She drank the water, and made Megan drink
The round was over. All the remaining girls were are squirming, holding themselves, and jumping, very desperate to pee except for Emma.
Also, Amy had a visible bladder bulge.
(Megan: 7/10 (1 leak), Amy: 8/10 (1 leak), Oliva: 7/10, Emma: 6/10
Round 6:
Emma drew a 6 of hearts. Megan pushed on Emma’s bladder, making her squirm even more. Emma also made Amy take off her bra
Megan drew a 9 of hearts. She tried to let out a spurt, but came out longer than expected. “No no no!” Megan said, as she pressed her pussy on the sofa to try to stop the flow, but she couldn’t, and peed all over the couch, eliminating her. And for her attack, she chose Amy, forcing her to take off her panties
Amy drew the king of clubs. She chose to drink, and made Emma drink
Oliva drew a 7 of spades. Emma pushed on Oliva’s bladder, causing her to tense up, and leak, making a dark spot in her shorts
The round was over. Oliva said “I somehow haven’t lost any clothes yet” Amy, in a attempt to hold her pee, she presses her pussy on the edge of the sofa. But, the friction on her pussy and the warm ness of Megan’s pee, causes her to moan. Amy then starts to grind her pussy against the wet and warm sofa. Charlotte then comes up to Amy and says “Need some help” Amy nods, and Charlotte starts grinding her pussy against Amy’s, causing them both to cum. A few minutes later, Charlotte pees, still while grinding her pussy against Amy’s, causing Amy to cum again. When the next round starts, when Amy gets up from the sofa, she starts peeing and can’t stop, so she goes back to the sofa, laying on her back, the stream of pee going up, and cascading back onto her for multiple minutes before stopping.
Also, both the remaining girls had visible bladder bulges.
(Emma: 9/10, Oliva: 8/10 (1 spurt))
Round 7:
Emma draws a 7 of hearts. Oliva goes to Emma to push her bladder, which causes Emma to leak for a few seconds, but she used her fingers to physically hold her uritha closed. Also, Oliva took off her bra.
Oliva drew a 8 of clubs. When she tried spitting, she couldn’t stop the flow, soaking her clothes and making a large puddle around her.
After she was done, Megan said “Congrats, Emma, you won!” Emma said “Thanks... But... I can’t hold it shut... for much longer...”, holding her uritha shut with her fingers. Then, Megan said “What if we measured your pee” Emma responded with “Sure”
The girls then got some bottles, Emma took of her shorts and panties, and peed in the bottles. When she was done, she filled 5 1/2 200ml bottle
After Emma measured her pee, the girls cleaned up their mess, got their clothes back on, said bye and parted ways
Edited May 17, 2019 by UnDefined_404
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Just a short story I whipped up because I really like realistic hypnosis but also wish it worked a little bit more like magic. also I'm a huge fan of stories where control is slowly taken away from the subject. no actual omo content right now, but I may continue this story if people like it and want to see what happens next.
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“Are you comfortable? Good. I need you to lie back and start to relax. You wanted to be hypnotized, right? Well there’s a few things you should know about hypnosis before we begin. First, it’s not magic. I don’t count back from 10 and make you fall asleep, then tell you to act like a chicken while you blindly obey. You won’t really be asleep at all, just relaxing. Like you are now.”
Hayden wasn’t a skilled hypnotist by any means. But he had some experience with trancing and had listened to enough hypnosis files that he could attempt to imitate the style. It shouldn’t have been very successful. Joleen had never been hypnotized before. Under ordinary circumstances he would have had a hard time getting her into any kind of trance like state, but he had his special helper with him.
Some hypnotists liked to use focus tools, like spirals or metronoes, or pendulums or anything that had a slow, repetitive movement to it. Hayden held in his hand a special coin. About the size of a quarter, it was said to have an enchantment on it, and he knew from experience that it was real. With this coin, he was able to easily put anyone he wanted into a deep hypnotic trance. It wasn’t all-powerful, as he’d learned of some of the coins limitations in his test trials, but it was good enough that he could slowly manipulate people into doing nearly anything he wanted.
In order to do so, he did need to at least go through the motions, so to speak. He needed to say some words, it didn’t really matter what, as long as they were words that were meant to guide people down into trance. And with no regard for that person’s individual will or their rapport with Hayden, two things vital in actual trance, he could bring them down.
He continued, “That’s right. Continue to relax. I want to relax all of the muscles in your body.” This was a sort of induction he’d heard used many times. He began at the head and started naming body parts one by one, tell Joleen to relax all the way down to her toes, then working back up he let her imagine being washed over by a gentle wave, like a tub of warm water filling up around her body until it nearly covered her head.
Just before it reached her head he instructed, “Now I want you to relax one more thing for me, before you’re completely engulfed. I want you to relax… your mind. That’s right, let all your thoughts be washed away. The water filling up over your head, but you don’t need to worry about drowning. Just breathe deeply enough and you’ll be perfectly fine. Let you’re breathing come nice and slow as your thoughts drain away and all that’s left is your subconscious mind, floating in a sea of nothingness.
“Now that we’re here, here in this deep state. I want you to imagine going even deeper with me now. So deep, to a place where your mind no longer questions, no longer thinks for itself. A place where there is only the sound of my voice. That’s right, listen to my voice and forget all that has been troubling you. All your daily struggles aren’t important here. Just my voice. Without question you will listen, and you’re just so relaxed. You’re so relaxed that when you hear a suggestion, rather than get worked up over trying to figure out what it means, or trying to decide whether or not it’s something you want to do, you just listen, and you do it.
“That’s right, you listen, and you obey. Obey my words because it feels right. Because it’s so easy, so simple to obey. Forget coming here to my home today. Forget all the things you were complaining to me about. Forget even that I suggested putting you into hypnotic trance, to help you forget. You don’t remember where you are. You don’t even remember who you are. Put those memories aside and just listen to my words. You are Joleen. You are a girl who has trouble remembering things. Even simple things like… when you need to go to the bathroom.
“That’s right, it can be hard to remember things. Remembering memories can be tricky, but remembering feelings can be even trickier. Uncomfortable feelings, like when your bladder is full. A tightness, just a little painful, when you start the feel the need to pee. The next time you start to feel it you won’t immediately recognize what it is. Your brain will start to think of other things and you’ll just let that pressure build unnoticed. You’ll let it build right up until the point when it’s almost too late, sometimes. And you’ll find yourself rushing to the bathroom suddenly, only just barely making it because that feeling crept up on you. So suddenly, like a thief in the night, you won’t catch it until it’s upon you.
“This will continue, and as you’ll find yourself less and less able to hold onto your bladder when it’s full. That’s right, when your bladder starts to fill up, even a little bit, you’re going to want to release it immediately. As part of not remembering, that fullness, that feeling of your bladder being full or filling up, it will be strange and foreign to you. You’re going to want to be rid of that feeling as soon as possible. And so it will be that before you even realize it, you’ll be letting go and your bladder will start to empty. It will be embarrassing, but far better than just letting that strange pressure build, that’s for certain.
“Because of this, you’ll be dashing to the bathroom often. You sometimes won’t make it in time, and that’s going to make you very embarrassed. You won’t feel like a big girl when you have an accident, and you’ll need to be comforted by someone you look up to. Someone like me. That’s right, you’ll confide all your bathroom related worries in me. You’ll ask me to help, and I’ll gladly help you along your journey. Just keep relaxing now, you may even start to feel the pressure on your bladder building at this very moment, that’s good. Remember to forget what you would normally do with that feeling, and just let it build until it becomes uncomfortable. And then because it’s uncomfortable remember to make that feeling go away as soon as possible by just relaxing, and letting it all out as soon as you can. I’m going to let you wake up now, and you’ll have no memories of any of this session. When I count upward from 0, you’ll be wide awake, and all my instructions will stay with you in your subconscious mind, but you won’t remember any of my words. Ready? 0… 1… 2… That’s right slightly more awake. 3… 4… 5… Eyes opening. 6.. 7… 8.. 9… feel free to sit up and stretch that sleepy feeling away from yourself.
"10. Wide awake now, Joleen. You’re right. Hypnosis is probably dumb and doesn’t work.”
“Oh c’mon. I wanna see if you can hypnotize me. I bet you can’t,” Joleen said, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. “Was I lying down just now? That’s weird I feel all lightheaded. Maybe I should get going, it’s pretty late and I’m starting to feel super tired.”
“Yeah you’re probably right. I’ll let you get outa here, have a good night.”
“Thanks for listening to my problems, maybe you can try your hypnosis thing some other time, you’ve got me all curious about it now.”
“Yeah, yeah, next time for sure.”
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Let me know if you want to find out what happens to Joleen and how Hayden will "improve" her life next. Maybe a slow trend toward full on incontinence? Diapers could be involved? I'm thinking of ideas, let me know what you think if you want to read more. |
So I started writing for this story again, and it escalated rather quickly. Hope you like it
Joleen was sitting in class, a typical afternoon for her. She was a nursing student, so she spent a lot of time in lecture halls taking notes and trying not to fall asleep. She had no trouble staying awake today, though. Something had just happened that really freaked her out. She had been drinking a lot of water that morning, and had been planning on going to the bathroom before this class had started, but it seemed to have slipped her mind. That said, she needed to pee pretty badly now, but her body seemed to be ready to just let it out without trying to hold it.
When the pressure had first started to build, for some reason she felt herself relaxing instantly as a reaction to it. A tiny bit of pee even leaked out into her panties, but she managed to stop the flow just in time. What was going on? She had to concentrate very hard in order to hold it in for the rest of class. It wasn’t easy. Every second she could feel herself slipping closer and closer over the edge. And it wasn’t the usual sort of desperation she would feel from holding her pee in for too long. In fact, the pressure on her bladder wasn’t very great or painful at all. It was just… her body seemed to be trying to forcibly expel the excess fluid on its own.
Feeling more than a little freaked out, she ran to the nearest bathroom after class, and didn’t even have to push for the pee to come out. She just broke concentration on not peeing, and the pee flowed freely without any effort. She dabbed herself and flushed, thinking on what had just happened. What was she going to do if something like this were to happen again? Who could she turn to for comfort if she peed her pants like a little girl?
For some reason she thought of her Hayden. He had mentioned something about hypnosis the other night, and she was pretty sure he was some sort of psychology major. They were at the same university together, but they had been friends since middle school. Maybe she could confide her troubles in him. For some reason thinking about that made her feel like everything would turn out all right. She just needed to see Hayden, and he would have answers for her.
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“Wow that’s wild, I’ve never heard of such a thing. It doesn’t sound like your typical stress incontinence, or an infection or something. It sounds almost psychological. Do you think perhaps… part of you wanted to pee your pants?”
“Hayden, this is serious.” Joleen had told Hayden the entire story of what had happened in class. She thought he was making fun of her now.
“I know, I’m being serious. It really sounds like some sort of mental thing. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been able to hold it by sheer willpower and concentration like you did. Tell you what, why don’t I try some hypnosis therapy. No, really. Trust me, it can do wonders for you. Why don’t you just look at this coin and lie back. Try and get comfortable.
“Shhh- shhh, no complaints, no more talking now, you’re going to lie back and get comfortable. See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? All your muscles that were feeling so tense now just relaxing to their fullest. Go ahead and fall into a deep trance for me. Not sleep, but the deep hypnotic state where only your subconscious mind is active. That’s good. What a good little girl you’ve been. I see you followed my instructions. You’re already forgetting when you need to go to the bathroom, and that makes you feel good. It feels good to obey. You love to feel good.
“You want to continue to feel good, and to obey as we continue your journey to complete and utter incontinence. Pretty soon you’ll be peeing your pants so often it’ll become normal. It’s normal for little girls to pee their pants, because they don’t know what it feels like to need to go to the bathroom. You don’t quite remember what that feeling is anymore, do you? You’re going to be wet constantly and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.
“In order to help, you’re going to need to permanently relax those muscles that you use for holding in your pee. That’s right, even right now. You’re never allowed to contract those muscles again. When you need to pee, the pee will automatically start to flow, because those pesky muscles won’t even be able to stop them in the first place. And when the flow is finished, rather than pinching it off like you normally would by clenching those muscles a bit, you’ll just let it keep flowing. Always flowing, never stopping. Always relaxing, never contracting. You’ll of course feel when pee starts to flow out of you, but you won’t remember that there is a way to stop it, you won’t be able to stop it, no matter what.
“This is permanent, this is your life now. You may need to get yourself some sort of protection to keep from ruining your entire wardrobe. I can see the pants your wearing are already soaked. Feel the warm flow of pee running down your legs? It feels good doesn’t it? You love that feeling. The feeling of pee flowing out of you makes you excited. Your whole body starts to feel hot just thinking about it. And when the pee starts to flow, when you feel the warmth spreading it spreads all up back through your spine, top the top of your head, down your arms to the tips of your fingers, through your chest and out to the tips of your breasts and your nipples start to feel so sensitive and feel so good. You feel the warmth run back down your spine down your legs to your feet and all your toes and then back up to the source of all that warmth, to your groin where you’re positively burning up now, and you start to feel like you’re on the very edge. That’s right peeing yourself sends shockwaves all throughout your entire body and pretty soon you’re going to find that the act of peeing yourself is enough to make you cum on the spot.
“That’s right, you’re definitely going to be peeing and cumming constantly until your mind breaks from all the pleasure, and you’ll need to wear diapers 24/7 to keep it all contained. You’ll learn to love the squishy feeling of a well soaked diaper pressed against your pussy as it fills with more of your pee and love juices and you’ll want to twerk your nipples and rub your diaper against yourself to feel good all the time. This is your life now, and you’ll enjoy it as long as I’m watching. Get ready to wake up and start feeling good in 3… 2… 1…”
Edited June 13, 2019 by zimw00t
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okay probably wasn't worth t he wait, but here you go.
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Joleen was floating somewhere where it was hard to think. Or- she was laying down? It was hard to think. She didn’t really feel like thinking anyway. Someone was talking, but it was hard to understand what they were saying. Somewhere deep down- way deep below her subconscious mind, where rational thought was being held hostage, she knew she should be panicking. Why? She couldn’t remember. Something about those words that were being said.
Relax? Yes. That felt right. She knew she was forgetting something. That’s probably what that nervousness had been. She was worried that she wasn’t relaxed enough. She could feel her body relaxing now. Or- it was more accurate to say she couldn’t feel. Her muscles were so relaxed they had lost nearly all sensation. So it was that despite the fact that she had started just lying down, now she was floating. And it was so warm.
So warm. Had it always been so warm? Maybe. Hard to remember. But it seemed like the warmth was spreading. Yes, yes she could notice that now. There was a warmth spreading in her middle. It started up her back, into her arms and fingers and- her chest. Her chest felt hot. Way hotter than the warmth from before, there was a sudden heat, a- raw sexual energy flowing through her now as it passed back down through her middle and down her legs and back up. And finally- finally it settled in one spot. The spot where it had all started, where the warmth had begun and it was so hot now. But the heat wouldn’t stop, it just kept building and building and building until- Fuck. Yes.
Climax as powerful as any she had experienced in her entire life. Joleen was rocked and the cloud she had been floating on seemed in danger of ripping apart as her rational mind was nearly freed from it’s trance. But despite the powerful physical experience that it was she somehow remained deep- deeply fixated and in moments she was back in that floating state, her mind drifting in the afterglow of that blissful orgasm. The warmth remained, and she felt it running all down her legs.
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“Get ready to wake up and start feeling good,” Hayden was about to suddenly and dramatically count down from 3 to 1, but realized he had a few other things he wanted to say. So he decided to try a little mischief. “In 3… 2… 1… just kidding you’re going deeper. Deeper now than before. Did you think I’d let you wake up from trance so soon? We’re not done reprogramming your brain yet. Feel that pee soaking into your pants right now? Normally that would make you embarrassed but as we’ve just found out it makes you horny instead.
“You’re horny because you know it isn’t normal. It’s naughty. It’s something you know shouldn’t happen, and while that makes you feel shame if it’s on accident, if you can convince yourself it was on purpose, that it was your choice, then it will make you feel excited instead. Being bad feels good, doing what you’re not supposed to makes your heart race. So when you feel the need and the pee starts to flow, try to convince yourself that it was your decision to do so, even though you know deep down that you had no control in the first place.
“Now I am going to wake you up in a moment but there are some things you need to remember before we do that. First, you were never hypnotized. I gave you some normal advice and consolation, whatever soothing words you wanted to hear from me that’s what you’ll remember me saying. You’ll go back to your dorm, walk all the way there in those soaked jeans and forget you ever peed yourself today. Oh you’ll remember the sensations deep in your soul but the recollection of the event will elude you. When you get home you’ll change out of those, shower if you feel the need, and wash all your wet clothes, forgetting it ever happened.
“But it will happen again. Probably very soon, so remember all that I’ve told you today and lock it away in your heart. And when it does happen again remember to come to me for help and I’ll give you more training. You won’t remember it if you try to, but it’s all there deep in your mind, driving your thoughts and emotions whether you realize it or not. Alright, we’ll be counting upward to wake you up. This time it’s for real. Starting at 0. Ready? 0… 1… 2… 3… feeling the trance burn away with the memories. 4… 5… 6… when I get to 10 you’ll be fully awake. 7… 8… 9… almost there- and… 10. Fully awake now.” *clap*
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Joleen felt a jolt, and realized she had zoned out for a second. “Oh gosh I’m so tired. This has got me so stressed out, Hayden, but thank you for listening to my problems anyway. I’m glad you didn’t just laugh at me like usual, it helps that you were willing to just sit and seriously listen.”
“Anytime, I’m here for you if you want to talk.”
“I’m so lucky to have a friend like you,” Joleen leaned in and hugged Hayden good night. She needed to get home and try to forget the strange thoughts she kept feeling about using the bathroom. She could feel them even now, as she walked home, and her face was flush as she did her best to banish thoughts of peeing herself.
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That had gone exceptionally well. Hayden had done many tests on other students leading up to this, but he expected Joleen was going to be his magnum opus. Unfortunately he knew the limitations of his coin from those tests. While he was holding the coin and speaking hypnotically in that person’s presence they were under his complete control, and would obey unquestioningly. But the effect only lasted as far as that session. Joleen wasn’t going to immediately start pissing herself at every chance because he’d told her to in trance. It didn’t work that way, unfortunately.
But she would go away with all the feelings of obedience from that trance session locked away deep in her subconscious, and the more sessions they had together the stronger those feelings would be and the longer they’d last after the session was over. Real hypnosis that didn’t rely on magic coins, Hayden understood, worked very similarly. It would require weeks, perhaps months of sessions for the effects to actually become permanent, and persist outside of trance.
The way he saw it, each session would weaken her bladder and her resistance to peeing on herself a little more, until eventually all resistance was gone. The incident in class that she had come to talk to him about was a good sign of that, but if not for their session today it probably would have been a one time thing. Having resisted once she would have been stronger at resisting again if he hadn’t reinforced her obedience today.
It was going to be a fun ride.
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It had been a couple of days since that time Joleen had almost peed herself in class. She had been so scared and embarrassed but that seemed silly now. She was more embarrassed that she had made such a fuss over nothing and brought her problems to Hayden. He probably thought she was some kind of weirdo now.
Of course he was pretty weird himself. She only vaguely remembered the actual advice he’d given her, but before that he’d said something weird about how maybe she’d wanted to pee herself. She had some sort of subconscious desire to let go in the middle of a class? That sounded crazy, but made a weird kind of sense. She remembered how her bladder hadn’t even been full to bursting but it still leaked a tiny bit. She’d never had trouble holding it before but it really was like the pee wanted to come out on its own. Could she blame that on her body or was it in her head?
She sat in class now, ruminating on all this somewhat absentmindedly because a need had started to arise in her bladder. Should that worry her? She’d held on just fine the last couple times this had happened in the days since the first incident. She didn’t want to freak out every time she felt the need to pee. She decided to just relax instead. She could hold it. Why get worked up over it. Even if the idea of peeing herself was… intriguing?
What? Where did that come from? She didn’t actually want to try it, did she? What would it be like if she had actually peed herself in class? It would be humiliating of course, but could she also find that… exciting? She knew there were people who got excited by humiliation, but that wasn’t her was it? She’d always had a fairly normal idea of sex. She touched herself in the shower now and then, but she was still a virgin and didn’t really think about erotic stuff all that often. So why was she getting so excited right now?
All while she was thinking this the pressure began to build. It was suddenly strangely foreign to her, that pressure. How many times had she felt that need to go in her life and never thought about the way the sensation pressed against her lower abdomen. It did so now in the most uncomfortable way. She knew there was one way to get rid of that feeling. She could just let it go. Don’t let it build anymore and just relax right now. Why did that sound so appealing?
Feeling deeply disturbed, she was glad when the bell finally rang, and she was quick to find the nearest bathroom. What if class had gone longer? Would she have actually done it? It terrified her that she didn’t have an answer to that.
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Days turned into weeks and Joleen’s urges were getting harder and harder to keep in check. For the first time in ages she’d masturbated last night to try and relieve some of what she’d been feeling. She’d nearly lost control of her bladder during climax. She knew that wasn’t so abnormal, she’d read up on it just in case, and it wasn’t totally uncommon for women to pee a little bit when they climaxed. Some women who were “squirters” were actually just peeing a little bit, it was normal. But it worried her just the same.
She found herself wanting to give up, to just let go in class one day to see what it was like, and when she found out how horrible it was she’d never have to do it again. But that would kill her reputation and her social life in one fell swoop. Hayden probably wouldn’t be so nice to her if she peed herself fully like that. She’d gone back to him several times and he was always willing to listen. He never really said much in the way of actual advice, but she didn’t know how she could have gone on without him. She was going there today.
“Joleen, what’s up? You need to talk, again?” Hayden greeted her as he opened the door and invited her in.
“Yeah, it’s been happening again. Something might be seriously wrong with me.” She knew she should be embarrassed that she was having to come here so often and talk about such a weird subject. Instead she felt comfortable in his presence, like she could lay all her worries behind and everything would be fine here.
What had she been thinking about just now? She felt so tired all of a sudden, like she should be sleeping right now. It might be a good idea to lie down.
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“Very good, lie down and enter that deep trance state that you love so much,” Hayden instructed, coin in hand. “You’ve been doing so well. Remembering things we’ve learned here in this room, keeping them in mind even when the strong hypnotic control I have over you ends. You want to pee yourself. You need to pee yourself. Peeing yourself makes you feel good. Take off your pants for me and go deeper.”
Hayden continued to make Joleen pee herself in most of their sessions since that first time he’d done it. He had gotten tired of cleaning up after her, though. So he’d changed the format a bit after washing his sheets the third time. “That’s right, I’ve got something you love here. I’ve got a fresh diaper for you to wear. You love diapers because when you wear them you know you can pee without any worries. You know you’re safe. Lift up, now”
Hayden scooted the diaper under Joleen’s bum, and taped it into place. He was able to contain his excitement at seeing her naked lower body a lot better now that he'd seen it several times. He could take advantage of her in a more sexual way in this state, but he found the bladder control play to ultimately be more stimulating. Having such dominance over another human was more gratifying than any cheap climax could have been.
“Alright, diaper’s in place now and you are free to pee yourself whenever you feel the need. No need to rush, though. We have plenty of time to talk about your future while you’re here. I said before that you’ve been doing well, but let’s be honest. You haven’t once peed yourself fully outside this room. This makes me very disappointed in you, and you want nothing more than to avoid that. You want to make me happy, because you love me. So you want to do what I tell you, even when our session is over and you’ve been released from my total control you’ll remember that.
“This is going to go into the deepest part of your subconscious possible, so deep that no matter what, no matter how much time passes or how far away from my control you think you’ve gotten, this fact will remain. Tomorrow, during class, you will pee yourself. It may be because you’re giving in to those naughty desires you’ve been feeling, it may be because you can’t hold it anymore. You’re not allowed to go to the toilet until then by the way, you have to let it build so there will be plenty to let out. Remember to drink lots of water, and remember that it’s so hard to hold when you feel that pressure in your lower abdomen. It’s so hard to want to hold, you want to relax instead. Relax and release, but only when you’re in the classroom surrounded by other people. This will happen. You can use whatever rationalization you want, whatever justification your mind comes up with for why. Why? Why are you leaking, here where everyone can see? It doesn’t matter. In fact, let go of “why.” Why is a lie we tell ourselves to explain events we really can’t control. And you can’t control. You have no control. You will pee, you can’t stop it. There’s no reason, you have no reason.
“Once it happens there’s no going back. Any resistance you’ve held to will rush out with the pee. And it will feel. So. Good. You may feel the pressure building right now, and you may remember that it’s okay to go because you’re wearing a diaper. That’s true, normally but hold onto it for now. In fact, keep wearing that diaper until your class tomorrow when you’re going to pee. It will help make you feel safe, make you remember it’s okay to pee. Even when you’re not wearing a diaper it’s okay to pee, but this will reinforce the idea. It will be a constant reminder until the event tomorrow.
“Now you may not remember me putting the diaper on you, because you normally forget everything that happens in these sessions. So instead you’ll remember that I gave you that diaper to wear, and you’ll remember being embarrassed by the suggestion, but eventually realizing it would be for the best. You’ll remember putting it on yourself as a precaution but you’ll have trouble remembering how to take it off. It’s fine, you can go one day without showering. Just leave the diaper on. Because you’ll need it. Because whether you want it or not, you are going to wet yourself in class and this diaper will help you remember to do so.”
Hayden thought this should be enough. He was worried about the diaper. He thought his control was strong enough now that it would hold, at least until she was in class tomorrow. But what if she took the diaper off. What if she walked out of the room and suddenly thought it was strange to be wearing in the first place? He had to take risks, though. He needed to push her along.
“Time to wake up soon. Wake up and forget everything that you don’t need to remember. Only what I’ve told you to remember. I’ll count you up now…”
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afterword:
I'll say this with finality for anyone still wondering, this is where the story ends. Yes it could keep going forever, but I'm not a multi-million dollar mickey mouse company trying to milk this as an intellectual property for decades to get all the money. In fact I get no money for this, just fake internet points. I appreciate that you liked it as a story and I get that people will probably want more even after I'm writing this end note, but you have to realize that creatively, there's nothing I feel like I can add at this point. I mean I could, but call me lazy or whatever I just don't really feel like it. So that's it, that's all you get, thanks and have a great rest of your life. |
Within minutes of her second soaking Jess found her self being wisked away by Soph.
"Where are we going now?" She quized as she hurried through the shopping centre, her pissy panties clinging to her delicate pussy.
"Cinema! If we get there in 15 minutes we can get there before the film starts!"
Jess had no idea what film. She didn't care. What it meant to her was that Soph would be ordering the largest possible drink for her again, and she would be spending the next 2 hours of so sat comfortably with her pissy pussy clamped between her crossed legs. She loved sitting in a cinema with a wet pussy. No one could ever notice!
The girls hurried through the centre ariving at the ticket desk just in time. They bought their tickets and moved onto the food and drink stall.
"One large lemonade, one medium coke, and two sugar popcorns please" Said Soph to the polite lady behing the counter.
Jess once again glanced at Soph. Her pussy throbbed with excitement knowning full well that it would be getting yet another soaking as soon as this film had finished!
The girls walked into the dark cinema, both of their pussies damp with their naughty actions earlier in the day. They found them selves the most secluded spot and settled into their seats. Sitting cross legged with a little wet pair of panties was one of Jess' favorite positions to be in. She loved when she crossed her legs as her pussy lips were pressed tightly together, often clamping her wet panties, and her throbbing clit, tightly between her flaps.
Jess didn't really pay much attention to how much she was drinking, which was unfortunate as she suddenly noticed she had finished near enough half of her entire large drink before the film had even started!
"I feel so naughty not wiping my pussy when I pee Jess" whispered Soph to tease her.
"Shhhhh Soph! People might hear!"
"Oh you love it Jess! I bet your little pussy feels amazing clamped between those sexy legs all warm and wet!"
"Shhhh!!!" Jess' shush was rather loud. Soph realised she was actually annoying Jess a little and shut up.
Throughout the film Jess changed positions many times. Every single shift she felt her soft wet little pussy lips rub against her throbbing pissy clit. She was so turnd on and so damp and the bodysuit was making damn sure that her pissy panties and tights were clamped tightly against her wet lips. Suddenly she felt Soph put her hand on her lower tummy.
"Have you gotta pee yet Jess?" she whispered.
"No! Snapped Jess "Now sush! People might hear!"
"You definitely do! I can feel your bladder bulge!" Soph whispered again as she pressed firmly on Jess' lower tummy.
Jess felt her bladder spasm and she clamped her pee hole tight. It had only been an hour and a half since her last pee but 1.5l of lemonade was rushing through her body into her bladder and she was filling very fast!
By the end of the film both girls were really rather desperate. The line for the toilets though was massive and Soph couldn't be bothered to wait.
"Where are we going Soph? The toilets are over there!" exclaimed Jess. "I have to pee! And I'm sure you do too!"
"We're going to the pub. I know a lovely one with a garden just outside of the town."
The girls hurried to the nearest bus stop. Both of their bladders were aching like crazy and Jess was nervous as hell about getting on a bus.
"This bus better hurry up Soph!"
"It'll be here in a minute! We are only on it for like 10 minutes Jess."
The bus finally arrived. They both hurried on with their bladders desperately warning them that it was a bad idea. Every bump was torture for them both! Finally the bus arrived at the stop and they hurried off and rushed to the pub. Once there, Jess was in for a shock. Instead of hurrying to the toilet Soph pulled her up to the bar and made her stand next to her.
"Did you think you were going to get to pee in a toilet Jess?" whispered Soph. Jess just stared at her and focussed on keeping her pee hole clamped firmly shut. "Once we have our drinks we can go out and sit in the sun!"
Soph ordered two large coctails and the girls practically ran outside into the garden. They both settled opposite each other on a bench. It was tucked away in the corner of the beer garden, surrounded on two sides by a tall hedge. Soph slid her skirt out from under her bum and Jess did the same. They both glanced around. Soph knew Jess was just going to pee her self, and she was preparing to do the same!
"I'm going Jess" Said Soph her eyes wide with excitement. Jess quickly looked under the table. There was a glistening pee waterfall splashing onto the grass under Soph. "Oh my god that feels soooo much better!"
"You haven't even pulled your panties over Soph!" Jess whispered, her clit throbbing with excitement again.
"Couldn't be bothered Jess. They'll dry in no time!"
Jess tingled, her pussy was begging to be relieved now and her clit wanted to be played with as well! As soon as Soph had finished, Jess felt her self explode. A wave of pee flooded through her panties and tights, soaking the crotch of her bodysuit yet again. Soph looked under the table and watched as her gorgeous girlfriend bathed her pussy in hot pee for the 3rd time of the day.
Unknown to Jess, Soph had slid her bare feet out of her converse under the bench. She leaned back slightly, stretched both her legs out and placed her soft bare feet directly under the waterfall from Jess. Instantly she felt the hot pee pouring all over her soft little feet and toes.
"Woops! You're getting my feet all wet Jess!" Jess quickly looked down, she saw Sophs dainty feet directly between her legs and tried to stop the torrent.
"Soph!!! Move your feet!! I can't stop peeing!!"
Soph giggled and watched as Jess tried to stem the flood. There was no way she was stopping a flow that strong.
"I don't care! It feels so good! I have to stomp all the way home with wet little feet now thanks to you!"
"You're so dirty Soph! You really are!"
"Says the girls whos pussy has peed it's self 3 times already today!" Whispered Soph as she slid her pee soaked little feet back into her hot little converse. |
Soph and Jess sat comfortably in the late afternoon sun for the the next hour or so, sipping through their coctails. Their beautiful little pussies sopping with pee and Sophs delicate little feet all wet and pissy in her converse! At one point Jess braved walking into the pub and ordering another for them both!
"What shall we do next Soph?" Jess asked. "I really should wash my delicate little flower soon! She's been pissy for like 7 hours!"
"Nahhh lets go for some food somewhere. She can wait! Mine is all pissy too and she's not complaining!" Replied Soph.
"You do realise when we get home I'm sitting on your face don't you Soph!"
"Fighting talk Jess! If you do that then you're worshipping my pee soaked little feet for me!"
"That's fine!"
The girls finished off their second coctail and left the beer garden. Walking was getting very difficult for Jess now. Her clit was so swolen and engored that every step rubbed it against her pee damp little panties. She found her self constantly on the edge of squirting her self every time she moved for more than 5 minutes!
"Oooh! Shall we get some fish and chips and go and sit by the river Jess?" asked Soph.
"That sounds perfect!"
They hurried to the chip shop nearby. Standing in the queue wasn't an issue for either of them. They knew even if their little pussies were really pee scented that no one would be able to smell them over the smell of fresh fish and chips.
They walked down the back of the chip shop, down a little alley way and out into a lovely grassy park next to the river. Once again they both settled opposite each other on a park bench and once again Soph exclaimed
"I'm peeing again Jess!"
Jess' clit throbbed with excitement for the millionth time of the day. Again she quickly looked under the table to witness the waterfall splashing from between Sophs gorgeous little legs. This time Soph had her feet tucked under the bench! The torrent of pee was splashing down the backs of her calves and pouring straight into her converse.
"You're feet Soph! You're soaking them! The poor things!"
"They love it Jess! They love being all hot and wet. You know that!"
Jess watched as the last few drips trickled off the edge of the bench and fell to the grass below Soph. This was the 3rd time her little pussy had gotten wet today. She was going to be so stinky and wet by the time they got home! While Jess was still looking under the table Soph crossed her legs. Jess caught a quick glimpse of Sophs sopping panties and then watched as the pee splashed out of the wholes in the side of Sophs converse.
"Hmmmphh. It feels soooooo good to clamp my little wet pussy between my crossed legs Jess! My thighs are pressing so hard on my pee soaked little clit!"
Jess quivered with excitement. She could just picture Sophs perfect little pussy lips glistening with pee being squeezed tight between her legs.
"You know what Soph. You can sit on my face as much as you like. I can't wait to eat that stinky little mess of a pussy!!"
"That's the Jess I know!" Soph tingled between her legs and wiggled her legs so her clit got massaged a bit.
Jess sat eating for a while before she decided to relieve her self again. Her poor pussy had been soaked 3 times already and she wanted to at least have just a damp pussy for a little while!
Once she had finished she decided to be extra naughty! This time she was going to soak her self properly! She stood up next to the bench. Soph watched with excitement. Suddenly a loud hissing noise erupted from between her legs. She shivered as the hot pee soaked her panties and tights, flooding down between her sexy legs and pouring down into her boots. The relief felt heavenly. Soph watched as Jess totally filled her ankle boots with pee, right up to the point that they overflowed.
"My cute little bare feet are soaked Sophie! You better worship them for me tonight!"
"Of course I will! I can't belive you just fully wet your self!!"
"We can just stay here till my tights are dry then walk home."
"That sounds good to me hun!"
Jess settled back onto the bench opposite Soph. Her delicate feet still submerged in hot pee in her boots.
"Are you going to empty the pee out of your boots Jess?"
"Not just yet! They feel so good all hot and wet!"
They sat and talked for around 45 minutes. Constantly coming back to the subject of the fact that Jess had peed her self 4 times today. Once they were satisfied that Jess had dried enough she slipped both her boots off one at a time and tipped the pee out, after all, walking for 30 minutes or so with pee filled boots would be very obvious to passers by!
The walk home was a total tease for Jess. Her pissy lips slipped passed each other, lubricated by her pee and pussy juice. Her throbbing clit was constantly being massaged by her stinky pussy lips and she was right on the verge of coming the entire way home!
Once they had got home Soph instantly pulled Jess up in to the bedroom. She pulled Jess' boots off and began worshipping her soaked little feet! She loved how soft and well kept Jess' little feet were and she had been aching to worship them all day!
Once she had finished she sat on the bed next to Jess.
"Do you want to smell my pussy Jess?" She asked as she pulled her skirt down from around her waist.
"Why wouldn't it?!" Instantly Jess slid off the bed and knelt down between Sophs legs, her head perfectly level with Sophs wet panties.
Soph gently pulled her panties to the side and Jess leaned in.
"Mmmmm Soph! She's so perfectly cute and delicate! She smells so goood! Can I lick her clean please?"
Soph nodded and pulled her panties full down still leaving her pissy converse on her gorgeous feet.
"Go for it baby!"
Instantly Jess dived in, he tongue lapping excitedly at her girlfriends beautiful pee scented pussy. She was determined to lick every last part of Sophs stinky pussy clean and in doing so she made sure that Soph received a serious wave of pleasure. Jess calmed down a little, and then gently spread Sophs glistening lips apart with her fingers.
"Your little pee hole looks so dainty and soft Soph. It's amazing how strong that little thing is!"
"She is tough! She's had plenty of training from you!"
Jess then leaned back in, this time making a point of gently carressing Sophs delicate little pee hole. There was something extra sexy about purposly licking her girlfriend where her pee came out that really excited Jess.
"You taste heavenly baby!" whispered Jess, pausing between each incredibly well controlled lick. "I could spend a whole day doing this knowing how good it makes you feel!"
Soph put her hands on the back of Jess' head and pushed her firmly into her pussy.
"Finish me Jess!" Begged Soph.
The next few minutes passed by quickly for both girls. Wave after wave of pleasure over came Soph until eventually she couldn't control her self and her sexy little pussy errupted with excitement sending a huge torrent of squirt into Jess' mouth!
"Holy crap Jess! That was amazing!"
"I can tell! I'm soaked!"
Soph giggled. She invited Jess into the bathroom and watched as she washed her face clean.
Soph then got her self snuggled into bed. Totally ignoring the fact that she should have washed her pissy little feet! She quite liked the idea of sleeping with little pissy toes that Jess had peed on! It was getting quite late by this time and Jess was still in her pissy clothes.
"Aren't you going to wash your little feet Soph?"
"Nah, I can't be bothered. They will be okay till tomorrow."
"In that case I can't be bothered either!" exclaimed Jess as she began undressing her self in front of Soph.
"What do you mean Jess?"
"Well I can't be bothered to get showered or cleaned up either."
Quickly Soph realised what Jess was doing. She was going to go to bed without even washing her stinky pissy pussy! How dirty! How naughty!!! Soph patted the bed next to her.
"Come here my dirty little cutie! Sit that gorgeous wet little butt on the bed next to me!"
Jess quickly pulled her tights and panties down, revealing her soft, beautiful pussy. She jumped onto the bed next to Soph and settled her self next to her totally naked. She took Sophs hand and gently placed it onto her throbbing pussy and began massaging her self with Sophs hand.
"You feel so soft... So wet.... So delicate" Said Soph.
"Mhhmmm!" murmered Jess. It was at this point she removed Sophs hand from her throbbing pussy.
She slid her self under the covers next to Soph and got comfy.
"I suppose you can tell I have no intention of washing my delicate little pussy tonight can't you Soph."
"I thought as much. Every time I think I have found your limits, you do something even more dirty!"
"I know. I love it!"
Jess snuggled up to Soph. She rolled onto her side and tucked one of her legs up on top of Soph and then slid her self as close as possible, firmly pressing her stinky pissy pussy against Sophs thigh. She gently humped her soft pee soaked lips against Soph until she nodded off. Her poor pussy resigned to the fact that she would be spending at least the next 8 hours all pissy and scented. Soph fell asleep shortly after. She was planning a naughty surprise for Jess when she woke up! |
Here's a short little one-off I did to fulfill a request of someone in the request topic. Didn't spend to much time on it, but hope you enjoy!
Little Kathy Evergreen was more than excited to see snow for the first time in what felt like forever. She’d been skiing once before when her school had visited the nearest resort, but that felt like ages ago. In fact, it was only last year, but to an 11-year-old a year was practically a decade. Her parents had finally relented and decided to allow her special snow day trip, if only because they were just as eager to get a vacation.
Kathy was an excellent skier, thank-you-very-much. She just hadn’t been able to figure out how to go down any big hills yet. Or any hills for that matter. But she had gotten very good at moving around slowly in a pair of skis, and she would have gone down the bunny slope at the end of the last trip had they not run out of time just before she could. She wasn’t glad or anything that she didn’t have to prove to all her friends how good she was at skiing, they should have already known anyway just because of how awesome she was.
Skiing ability aside, Kathy just loved snow. It was so pretty, and it made everything look so bright and cheerful. Take what would be a boring dirt hillside in the summertime and add some snow, and you had a mystical winter wonderland. She couldn’t wait. It hardly snowed where she lived, and they had to drive forever to get to the snow. It was only an hour or so up the road, but to an 11-year-old an hour was practically a whole year. Who had time to wait around for a whole hour in a boring car when there was snow somewhere out there to be skied all over.
And she would go down one of the hills today, no matter what her parents seemed to think. Maybe not one of the big hills, but surely one of the smaller ones. Or at least the bunny slope. Maybe she could work up to the bunny slope. Of course, just wearing skis was fun on its own, wasn’t it? She’d have to decide later.
“C’mon Kathy it’s time to get in the car.” Kathy’s parents had already packed everything they were going to need. They didn’t have any ski equipment of their own, but planned to rent it when they got there. All they had to bring was warm clothes and snacks. Kathy was wearing several layers already in preparation. It was uncomfortable, but she kept telling herself that she didn’t want to be cold, so it was for the best that she stay in those clothes until they got there. Plus it was so many layers that it would take forever to take them all off, just to have to put them on again when they arrived.
As Kathy opened the door to the back seat of the car, her mother reminded her, “Kathy did you use the bathroom before leaving the house? We’re going to be in the car for a while and you might not get another chance before we get there.”
“I already did this morning. Let’s goooooooo.” Kathy was impatient to get going already. She hadn’t actually used the bathroom all morning, but she didn’t feel like she needed to go, so it was probably fine. She could just go when they got there if she needed to. She hoped the drive didn’t take too long.
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The drive took too long. It was fooooooreeeeeeeveeerrrr. It was a little less boring after they got to where you could see snow on the side of the road around them, but up until that point it was unbearable. She thought she was going to die, but somehow she made it. And her excitement was reaching new levels as they made their way through the lodge to the rental area. A nice lady helped her pick out the right skis, boots, and those sticks you used to stand up. It was a little tricky figuring out how to lock in and out of the skis with the special boots, but she got the hang of it.
She didn’t know how long they spent in there but she couldn’t wait any more, she needed to be out in that snow skiing. It’s like she was born to do nothing else. She had so much confidence in her skiing ability just thinking about how she would tackle those scary hills this time. She got out the door into the chilly air, where she was glad for the many layers she was wearing. Moving around in her skis was awkward, but surely going down hills would be easy. She could do anything if she set her mind to it.
“Kathy, dear, we’re going to go up the lift to the top. You can stay down here for a bit and get comfortable moving around. There’s a hill for kids to try out over there, and a slightly bigger one the other way if you feel up for it. Remember to go inside if you feel tired or thirsty, and remember to take bathroom breaks.” At the mention of bathroom breaks, Kathy remembered she hadn’t had one yet. During the car ride she had started to feel the slight tingle of needing to go. It still wasn’t so bad though. She could definitely hold it a while longer. There was too much skiing to be done to worry about that now.
“She’ll be fine,” Kathy’s dad reassured. “She’s been here before, and there are plenty of workers around to make sure everyone stays safe. We’ll meet back here in a couple hours when you’re ready to get something to eat.” Kathy said goodbye to her parents and headed off toward the smaller of the hills her mom had mentioned.
The hills didn’t seem as scary as they had last time. Without much difficulty she managed to conquer the first one after only the second try, and she only fell down a little bit. It was the bigger hill that was giving her more trouble. It made her a little scared just looking at it. But she could handle it easy, of course. She was an expert skier now, after all.
Somewhere in the back of her mind during all this she realized she really did have to pee badly now. It was only getting worse the longer she waited, but she knew she needed to take on that next hill first. She just had to work up the nerve. But she really needed to go. If she just took a break for a second. No, if she didn’t go on that hill right now she might not be able to later. It had to be now.
She did it! She managed to go down the big hill without stopping or falling once! She was so proud of herself she nearly forgot she needed to get to a bathroom, ASAP. Pressure was building and she was starting to freak out a little bit. She was going to be able to hold it right? She wasn’t a little girl anymore, she had taken on the big hill. She shouldn’t have to worry about little girl things like having accidents in her pants.
Rushing to the lodge she managed to unhook her heavy snow boots from their locks on the skis. It took her a bit longer than it probably should have, and she was fidgeting more than usual due to her building need. Hurry, hurry, kept running through her head. Where were the bathrooms again? She swore she saw them on the way in. Was she going to make it? She had to.
Like a glowing sign from above, she saw a glowing sign above a doorway that read “restrooms” and she nearly sprinted toward it. There was a door for both men and women. She desperately pulled at the handel for the women’s, but to her dismay it didn’t budge. She knocked, quietly at first, but was soon nearly pouding at the door.
“Calm down, I’ll be out in a second,” came a voice from inside. This couldn’t be happening. She’d have to find another bathroom. But where? Could she just use the men’s? She didn’t hesitate long before deciding she didn’t have a choice. She barged into the other door, which thankfully wasn’t locked, and slammed it behind her. She hoped she could be in and out of there before anyone noticed she’d used the boy’s room.
She thought she was safe, but the final obstacle had shown itself: getting out of her ridiculous multi-layered snow clothes. There were so many straps and zippers that she wasn’t sure where to start. She started pulling desperately around the pants but they wouldn’t just slide off. She realized she was going to pee herself. She had tried so hard but she just couldn’t get her snow suit off in time. She was out of time. The floodgates were breaking open. Pee was coming out of her, slowly soaking into her underwear, and into the many layers of fabric above. She let out a sob as she gave up and let the urine run freely. She sat there and cried helplessly on the bathroom floor. She was supposed to be a big girl, but today had been an utter failure.
She was going to be a little girl forever. |
A/N: just some trash for BBB because this is my fuckin ship and I'm a mess, this was supposed to go up on patreon first but I decided to go ahead and post it lmao
Zapp decides that even if this isn’t the perfect way to weaken his boss enough to take him out, it will at least be a hilarious prank to pull. He really isn’t sure where this will end up going, but once he has the idea in his head, he can’t get it out until he’s tried it, and so, he manages to secure a diuretic, and fairly easily, as well. Well, there are a lot of things you can get easily these days, especially when you have weird connections, and Zapp Renfro is in no shortage of those.
The plan has to be executed very carefully, as he has to get through Gilbert, who would not be an easy opponent if he were caught in the process. He has never been particularly good at stealth, but this is important, and he manages to be sneaky, he manages to get his timing just right, spiking tea freshly made for Klaus without the butler, or anyone else, noticing that he does it.
From that point on, all he can do is wait for it to take effect, and hope that he at least gets something out of this, whether it’s just a few laughs or a chance to defeat him, he isn’t picky. Zapp relaxes on the couch, lounging as he always does when there isn’t work for him to do, as others filter in and out of the office. Klaus drinks his tea, completely unaware that there is anything amiss, losing himself in a game and completely dead to the world while he plays.
Really, it’s kind of boring to start out with, and Zapp has to try not to be impatient, which is difficult for someone like him. Whatever the payoff may be, it can be hard for anything to be worth a wait in his eyes. It isn’t until Klaus first shifts in his seat that Zapp is able to tell that it’s working, and even then, it’s a small movement, probably imperceptible to anyone who isn’t used to watching him closely, or expecting him to start to show any signs of discomfort.
But to Zapp, it’s clear, and makes it a bit more worth the wait, as he continues to watch for any more slight signs of discomfort, any more indicators that Klaus is starting to feel the effects. It is still a bit of time before it really becomes noticeable, and by then, it is just the three of them in the room- Klaus, Zapp, and Gilbert, so quiet that he might as well not be there at all.
Not long after that, Gilbert excuses himself to clean up around the rest of the office, and once he’s left the room, Zapp is free to observe Klaus for as long as he wants. Time drags on, and the movements of his boss become more obvious. Klaus is still focused on his game, so much so that Zapp thinks he might have forgotten that he isn’t quite alone yet.
So it’s only natural that his struggle becomes more noticeable, and as he squirms more shamelessly, Zapp wonders why he doesn’t just go to the bathroom already. Is his game that immersive, or is it impossible to walk away at this point? Is he just being stubborn, or has he not even noticed that he’s getting desperate yet? The latter seems impossible, since Zapp is sure that no one would be able to completely shut out the throbbing of their bladder once it got to the point Klaus must be at by now.
He must just be that stubborn, which really doesn’t come as much of a surprise. But even his iron will can’t protect him from the inevitable, which means he will have to give up at some point, and now, Zapp is a little frustrated at how long that is taking. He isn’t quite able to explain the irritation welling up in him as he watches Klaus fidget and squirm, but even for the sake of some game, he can’t understand why he would make things more difficult, rather than giving up already.
Except...except irritation feels like a strange word for it, now that he thinks about it. There’s a discomfort, making it rather hard for him to sit still, though it isn’t for the same reason that Klaus is struggling. There is a frustration building up, a heat in his lower stomach that, if he didn’t know any better he might mistake for...for…
Oh, shit.
Zapp has done all that he can to dodge a revelation like this, but it’s become so difficult since meeting Klaus. Still, his attraction to the other man was so easy to bury beneath admiration that he buried beneath rivalry, and now all that work has come to nothing, all because of some stupid prank that’s lead to him discovering a new kink, on top of everything else. He can tell that it’s getting harder and harder for Klaus to hold out, and it’s turning him on so much he can barely take it.
Now, he isn’t so amused by his little prank, and he wonders if he should just leave now, and forget all about it. But he isn’t sure he could forget it if he tried, and he always gets so damn impulsive whenever he’s horny. There is a part of him that knows he shouldn’t do this, but he doesn’t listen to that part of him, as he rises from the couch, crossing the room quickly.
Klaus looks up, surprised, and Zapp supposes he really did forget that he wasn’t alone in the room. “Z-Zapp?”
“That game really that important to you?” he asks with a smirk, wedging himself between Klaus and the desk. “You’ve been waiting for so long.”
“I-I didn’t...I was…” But it doesn’t seem like Klaus can think of anything to say. He goes tense as Zapp climbs onto his lap, straddling him before reason can win out.
“Well? You left yourself wide open, you know.” Even as he says it, he knows it’s a weak excuse. For one, if he really believed this were the right time to launch an attack, he would have by now; for another, he knows damn well that Klaus would have dealt with him with no difficulty, even in this condition.
In fact, he doesn’t have to let Zapp climb all over him like this, but he doesn’t move at all. That is when Zapp can feel it, something so unbelievable that if he weren’t right on top of him, he would never think it possible. But it’s true; Klaus is getting hard just having Zapp in his lap, which means that this reckless decision was the right one to make.
“What, ya think giving yourself a boner will help keep you from pissing yourself?” Zapp teases, and he can see that Klaus is blushing now.
“That...wasn’t intentional,” he replies, and Zapp bites his lip. He knew that already, but damn, it’s nice to hear Klaus admit it out loud. “I don’t really know what I’m...doing.”
“Yeah, that makes two of us,” Zapp confesses, “but I bet I’ve at least got a little bit of an idea.” He tilts his hips forward, and Klaus groans, squirming.
“That’s adding...a lot of pressure, I’m not sure how much longer I can…”
“Too hard to just let it out?”
“No, I...well, I could, but I…”
That’s when Zapp kisses him, hard and forceful, and though Klaus is a little clueless at first, it doesn’t take him long to learn from example. Beneath him, Zapp can feel the other man’s erection start to relax only to come back, and he isn’t sure if Klaus is trying to let himself relax so that he can let go, or if he’s now consciously trying to keep it up so that he won’t lose control. Zapp does not make it easier on him either way, applying more pressure to his bladder and he grinds against his lap.
In the end, it’s easy to tell what wins out, when Klaus groans into the kiss, his erection softening again, before a warmth spreads across his lap. With how Zapp is positioned his own pants are soaked through in no time, and it’s a strange sensation, but it’s nice, it’s really fucking nice, and he caused this, and it may have started as a prank, but, fuck, is he glad that he did this.
And, yeah, definitely one of the weirder things he’s done this week, and definitely not his proudest boner, but in the moment, he can’t be bothered to care about any of that stuff. Feeling Klaus basically piss on him, as a result of pissing himself, has him so turned on that he has to fight to keep from making his own mess. This is already shameful enough for him; he doesn’t want to add that to the list.
When it’s over and their soaked clothes start to grow cold, Zapp finally breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against Klaus’, and while the other man struggles to catch his breath, Zapp asks, “So? What now?”
“Give me a moment, I just need to…” He’s been idle for some time, and there’s a warning on the screen urging him to make a move before he’s kicked from the game. The timer is low, so Zapp assumes that he’s reaching around him to make his move quickly, and that he’ll want to finish up before they can do anything. It’s frustrating, and just when Zapp is thinking about telling him that he doesn’t want to wait anymore, he does it.
Rather than continuing, Klaus chooses to surrender. |
(This story takes place while John and Briana are seniors in high school, before they started dating. If the school names are actual school names somewhere, it is purely coincidental)
John sat beside his friend Thomas in the bus, on the way to a cross country meet. The bus was currently stuck in traffic, and it didnt help his nerves. This was a big invitational meet. Schools from all over the state and even a few from the next state over would be there.
“I hope we're not late for the meet” said Thomas, fidgeting nervously. Thomas never could sit still for very long. He was the type of person who was always moving, and it was worse when he was nervous.
“I really hope we get there soon” said John, fidgeting for an entirely different reason. All the water he had drunk that morning was really catching up to him.
The traffic crawled along for a while before clearing. John tried to sit still, but couldnt quite manage to. Thomas eventually turned to him and raised an eyebrow. “You alright? Youre usually not this tense.”
“Youre one to talk” said John, looking at his Thomas, who was bouncing his knee and drumming his fingers on the seat.
“I have a right to be nervous,” said Thomas. “This is the biggest race I've ever run. You've been in lots of races like this.” This was true. Thomas was a freshman, the youngest member of the varsity team. John was a senior. The two of them had quickly become friends during that season’s summer workouts, to the surprise of many, considering how different they are. Thomas was hyper, impulsive, and outgoing, while John was quiet and shy.
“Seriously, though,” said Thomas. “What's wrong? You have to pee or something?” His tone was joking, but he knew from John's expression that he had found the truth. “You do have to pee!” He said.
“Shh” said John. He didnt need the whole bus knowing.
“Alright,” said Thomas. “Im sure we'll get there soon.”
Finally, they arrived. The place was packed with athletes, coaches, and spectators. John looked around for the bathrooms, sighing when he saw only porta-johns with a long line in front of them. But then he heard his coach. “You all should start warming up right away, since we're behind schedule” he said. John didnt want the team to warm up without him, so he turned and jogged over to them. They first jogged for a few minutes. The sky was clear, and the air was cool and crisp. A perfect autumn day. The boys laughed and joked as the sun shone on their green jerseys. But every step jarred John’s bladder. Why had he been interrupted on the way to the bathroom? When they finished jogging, they stretched. This was more difficult than usual for John. During one stretch, he felt a spurt leak out. He could tell his shorts had a little wet spot, but luckily it wasnt too visible. When the team's captain decided that they had stretched enough, John headed back to the bathroom, hoping the line would be shorter now. Unfortunately, it wasnt. Stupid single occupant bathrooms.
With a sigh, he got in the back of the line. The line crawled forward. John fidgeted and shifted his weight back and forth.
There were only a few people in front of him when Thomas ran up to him. “Come on” he said, “our race is starting soon. We need to get to the starting line.”
“Can I please use the bathroom first?” John asked.
“Coach sent me to find you,” said Thomas. “Let's go.”
John sighed and got out of line. He really had to go. He felt like it was about to come out. How could he run like this? He stopped and stood on the line with his team. He tried to stand still. He could see his parents standing in the crowd. His father, stern and disciplined, who had always been ashamed of his son's bladder issues. And his mother, who was always kind and sympathetic. And he could see Briana, his best friend since kindergarten. She smiled at him. Some people were doing some last minute stretching, but John just stood. He felt warmth as another spurt forced its way out. His underwear was really damp. He hoped the starter would be ready to send them off soon. He was less likely to lose it while running, and even if he did, fewer people would notice. He glanced at the starter, who seemed to be having a malfunction with his gun. He sighed and shifted his weight. Then he felt his bladder give a push. His muscles released and he was going. He tried to stop it, only succeeding for a second before it started again. His black compressions were soaked. His green shorts glistened. Streams of pee ran down his legs and into his shoes, dampening his socks.
Thomas was looking at him with a guilty expression. “Aw, man, if I'd known you had to go that bad and how long the starter was going to take, I'd have let you stay in line.”
John wanted to disappear. He looked down at his dripping shorts and the puddle soaking into the ground. He'd just had an accident in front of his parents, his friends, and a whole crowd. He looked at his parents. His father looked disgusted. His mother and Briana both looked sympathetic. His coach looked a little surprised. He could hear people snickering. A guy on the team standing next to his team said. “Aw, look at the baby. He had to go potty. Couldnt hold it, baby? Maybe mommy needs to put you back in diapers.” John recognized the guy. His name was Robert. He was the star of Forestbrook Prep Falcons, the biggest rival of John's team, the Greenbriar Broncos. He was mean and arrogant. John had come close to beating him a Time or two but never quite managed it.
Thomas was glaring at Robert with his fists clenched. “See who's laughing when he beats you today!” He challenged. John sighed. Why did his friend have to be so impulsive? Now John had to beat Robert, or feel even more humiliation.
Just then, the starter finally called them to attention, apologizing for the delay. They quieted, readied themselves, and leaped off the line at the sound of the gun.
John broke well, and settled into the pack, but not too far from the leaders. He ran hard, trying to forget his embarrassment. The race started on a nice long straightaway, and the pack got themselves stretched out. They took the first turn and headed into the woods. John felt the breeze and heard the pounding of feet and simply focused on running. After about a mile, he reached a large hill, the main challenge of the course. But he was good at hills and passed several people on his way up. Coming down, he had to slow a bit as the gravel began to slide, but still managed to pass one more person. He reached the bottom of the hill and started around the lake. He focused on his breathing. He passed the post for mile 2. One more mile to go. He left the lake behind and ran along the edge of a grassy field. He passed another person, went around a curve and saw a group of three runners. Two were clad in the navy of Forestbrook, while the third was dressed in scarlet, from a school John didnt know. As John drew closer, he realized one of the guys was Robert. A flash of anger crossed his mind and he pushed himself harder. He drew even with Robert. Robert glanced at him, recognized him and tried to get ahead. The other Forestbrook guy was falling behind. A half mile to go. They turned back toward the lake. The guy in scarlet drew ahead. John and Robert stayed together, now one ahead, then the other. A quarter mile to go. Then they were beside the lake again. Around the final turn. Then the last straightaway toward the finish. John and Robert were sprinting now, matched stride for stride. They were nearing the line. As they crossed, John was ahead by a stride, a fraction of a second. He slowed to a walk, stepping off the path. He stopped, breathing hard and feeling a bit dizzy. But he smiled, knowing it was a PR. Robert stood near him, scowling.
Briana came running to John, throwing her arms around him, despite the fact that he was soaked in sweat and pee. “That was a great race” she said.
John turned to watch the rest of his teammates come in. They all did pretty well. Afterward, as they cooled down, John got some teasing about his accident from his teammates, but he knew it was good natured, so he didnt mind too much.
Despite its frustrating start, it ended up being a great day. |
Hello everyone. Long time, no write. This is something I was inspired to throw together after watching the anime Goblin Slayer. One character in this series canonically has a real issue with fear wetting, and as such, I simply had to put my own spin on things. Of course, as with all fanfiction, it's highly recommended that you be familiar with the series first. Just be warned: Goblin Slayer features extremely brutal violence and graphic depictions of rape and sexual assault, so if that will disturb you, best avoid this whole thing. Seriously, the fact that this series even exists is almost an affront to ethics itself. Don't say I didn't warn you. However, this particular story features none of that.
Now that that's all out of the way, I hope you enjoy the read.
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This story begins at the farm, after the battle of Water Town.
Part 1 of 2
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“We need to talk.”
The Priestess looked up from her prayers, her eyes settling on the armored man who she'd been spending so much time with lately. Goblin Slayer was standing in the doorway, dressed the same as he usually was, his shortsword on his hip and his buckler hanging from his left arm. In his right hand, he was holding a large clay pitcher. “Of course, Goblin Slayer. What is it you need?” she asked, setting her staff on the bed beside her.
“Two times now, when goblins seriously threatened you, you relieved yourself in your clothes,” Goblin Slayer said plainly. “First on the day that we met, and then after I was injured in Water Town. It can't happen again.”
The Priestess jumped to her feet, folding her hands over her face, her pale skin instantly burning bright red. “You-you-you noticed that!?” she whined as she retreated against the back wall of the room.
“Of course I did,” Goblin Slayer stated. “And the goblins did as well. We were lucky. The first time, their numbers were small enough for me to handle easily. The second time, we left soon afterwards. But if it happens early into a dangerous hunt, the scent could lead every goblin in the place straight to us. As I said, it can't happen again.”
The Priestess sat down on the floor, placing her hands on her thighs and looking at her feet. “I was just so scared,” she whispered. “And after spending time traveling and moving through the caves, I really had to, and when I thought I was going to die, I just couldn't control it.”
“None of that matters,” Goblin Slayer said. “Fear. Urgency. It's all irrelevant. You emptying your bladder in enemy territory is a threat to the whole party. It is a problem. So we are going to solve that problem.” Goblin Slayer stepped further into the room, placing the pitcher he carried on the floor in front of the Priestess. “Drink this. Every drop of it.”
The blonde girl looked between the pitcher and Goblin Slayer. “What's going to happen?” she asked tentatively.
“Isn't it obvious? You are going to learn how to hold your water, no matter the circumstances. Consider this to be training.”
The Priestess eyed the pitcher. It was very large, containing at least three liters of water. “Are you really going to make me do this?” she asked softly. “Is it really that important?”
“Yes. Drink.” He used his boot to slide the pitcher closer to the Priestess.
“This is really weird,” she muttered. However, she reached out and gripped the pitcher, struggling to lift the heavy water-filled clay. “But you haven't steered us wrong yet. If you say that I'm a danger to the party, I'll do anything to improve myself.” She raised the pitcher to her lips and began to drink.
As the Priestess sipped at her water, Goblin Slayer turned towards the door. “Finish that. I'm going to patrol the farm. Meet me outside when the pitcher is empty.”
The Priestess nodded, and he left the small bedroom.
*****
Goblin Slayer walked the fences of the farmstead, scanning the ground for any signs of disturbance. He checked every fence post, making sure they were sturdy, and he circled the outskirts of the property to ensure that no tracks could be seen. The process took just over half an hour, and as he approached the farmhouse, the Priestess stumbled out of the front door. Her eyes were hazy and she was breathing heavily.
“I've never drank that much before in my life,” she exhaled as Goblin Slayer approached her.
“You shouldn't drink that fast. It can make you sick,” he said.
“You told me to!” she complained, waving her arms in frustration.
“I never told you to drink it quickly, just to drink it,” Goblin Slayer stated. “Anyway, we're going to town. I need to purchase potions and check if any scrolls were brought in. Follow me.”
He turned towards the path out of the farm and started walking without another word. The Priestess sighed and followed after him, struggling to keep pace with her stomach so full of water. The town was about an hour's walk from the farm, and as they passed the half way mark, Goblin Slayer came to a stop as he heard the Priestess muttering under her breath.
“What is it?” he asked, turning to face her.
“Nothing,” she said with a suppressed voice. “It's just...I'm already at the point that I would normally step behind a tree.”
“Good,” Goblin Slayer said. “Don't complain about it though. Unnecessary noise attracts goblins just as well as scent does. Deal with it quietly.”
And so they walked on, until the roofs of towers and homes became visible over the treeline. Goblin Slayer turned to the Priestess, noting her condition. She gripped her staff tightly, and she took small, hurried steps with her thighs held together. Her face was sweaty and reddened, but she remained silent. Until, that is, they approached the town gate.
“Goblin Slayer,” she yelped quietly. “I...I really need to...”
“That's the point,” he interrupted. “It's going to get difficult. Really difficult. And you are going to handle yourself like the professional adventurer that you are. Could you imagine the Sword Maiden flooding her robes? The High Elf Archer darkening the dirt beneath her? No. They are strong, and you need to be strong if you are going to continue following me. I kill goblins. If you want to help me do so, fine. But you can not jeopardize my mission.”
The Priestess looked to the ground, her footing unsteady as she rocked her hips back and forth. “Yes, Goblin Slayer. I understand.”
“Stop moving like that.” Goblin Slayer stepped forwards, pointing at her constantly shifting stance. “You need to be balanced. If I shoved you now, you would go straight down. How do you think you would fare against a goblin's club? Even when you're not in combat, you should train yourself to stay steady.”
“If...if I stand straight, I'll really...”
“The day has only just begun, Priestess. This is not your limit. Toughen up and follow me, we're going to the Guild Hall.” Goblin Slayer turned and began walking again. The Priestess released a muffled whine, forcing her legs to move properly as she proceeded after him. Her knuckles were white from gripping her staff so tightly, and her whole body was sweaty and burning hot.
It's only been an hour since I finished the water, she thought to herself as she trailed Goblin Slayer through the streets. Am I really this weak, that I need relief so badly this soon? What if I wet myself in the streets...people here know me... And I don't want Goblin Slayer to see, but he probably won't let me out of his sight... The Priestess whined again and gripped the staff even tighter, holding it close to her body. Oh Merciful Earth Mother, grant me the power to hold on until I'm somewhere private...
Of course, this was not a real Miracle that she had been granted, and so the staff remained inactive as the two of them approached the Guild Hall. Goblin Slayer threw open the heavy wooden doors and held them as the Priestess slowly made her way inside. “Sit there,” he ordered, pointing to an empty chair at one of the many tables nearby. “If I see you trying to sneak towards the privy, you'll drink another liter.”
The Priestess nodded frantically, sitting on the chair and double-crossing her skinny legs. Goblin Slayer approached the counter, and the young woman sitting there turned to face him. “I need a quest-”
“To kill goblins,” the woman interrupted him with a smile. “We all know the drill by now. I actually saved two quests for you. The one I think you'd be most interested in is this. A large mansion that was invaded by goblins two days ago, about fifty kilometers to the west of here. The mansion's residents managed to escape due to guards noticing the incoming threat. Nobody is injured, but they do want their home back as soon as possible, of course.”
“How many goblins?”
The Guild Girl pursed her lips and looked down at the quest sheet. “An estimated thirty, from what the guards saw before they fled. They also spotted two that were quite larger than the others.”
“What's the other quest?”
The woman set down the sheet and picked up the other one. “An estimated six goblins took over a cave where a farmer was growing mushrooms. They have not acted hostile towards him or his family, but they're causing a huge racket and they've already killed two of his cows.”
“How far?”
“Ten kilometers.”
“We'll take that one for today.”
The Guild Girl tilted her head slightly. “Are you sure? I thought you would want the one where you could rack up more kills.”
“Normally, yes, but we can not make such a long journey today, for our own reasons. Also, nobody is in danger at the mansion, while the goblins in the cave could strike at any time.”
“Very well, Goblin Slayer. The reward is-”
“Doesn't matter. I'll be back tonight to collect whatever it is.”
He turned away from the counter and strode across the room, stopping in front of the Priestess. “We have a quest. We head out as soon as I buy the potions I need and check for scrolls. Come now.”
The Priestess looked up at him through unfocused eyes. Her knees bounced up and down frantically, and her arms were crossed tightly around her staff. Her cheeks and forehead were bright red, and her breathing was strained and loud. “I don't know if I can stand up,” she whispered. “I need relief so badly, Goblin Slayer. Please, let me go to the privy and let out even just a little bit, so I can keep walking...”
“No,” Goblin Slayer stated. “If you release even a little bit in goblin territory, it will draw them to us. That is the purpose of this training, to teach you how to hold it for as long as you need to, even if you're frightened, even if you've been waiting all day.”
“But you aren't 'teaching' me anything!” she complained. “You're just making me sit here, bursting, but I don't know how I can keep it in anymore!”
Goblin Slayer was silent for a moment, and then he exhaled deeply. “You're right. Very well. Listen to me, then. Your body is capable of holding a lot more than you think it is. What causes the intense sensations you're feeling is your brain thinking that you're able to relieve yourself at any time. In town, you use the privy at an inn or in the Guild Hall. On the road, you do it behind a tree. Holding it this long isn't something that you normally do, so you aren't mentally prepared for it. You need to overcome that. You need to suppress the part of your mind that thinks you're allowed to relieve yourself and let your body do its job. Once your body understands that you will not be able to empty your bladder any time soon, the urgency will subside.”
“You can't be right,” the Priestess mumbled. “I need it so, so badly. There's no way I could possibly hold any more. It's...it's gonna come out...”
“Feel your stomach.”
“Huh?”
“Right under your navel. Press in on it.”
The Priestess sighed and did as she was asked. She placed a hand on her stomach and pushed in on her soft skin. As she increased the pressure, she felt an immense jolt in her bladder that caused her to squeak and twist up her legs again. “Why are you making me press on my bladder, some almost just came out...”
“Your skin is still soft. I saw how far you pressed in before you felt it. When your bladder fills, and I mean really fills, the skin will stretch and tighten as your bladder expands. When you can't compress the skin even one centimeter, that is when you are truly reaching your limit. That is the point you need to reach, and you need to be able to exist at that point for an extended period of time while remaining composed and combat-ready. You have to train your body to be unable to relax unless you want it to, and that is what we are doing today. Now stand up, put it out of your mind, and follow me.”
Goblin Slayer turned and walked to the door of the Guild Hall, waiting with his gauntlet wrapped around the handle. The Priestess inhaled deeply and forced herself to her feet, fighting as hard as she could to stand steadily. She could feel the sweat between her thighs, her womanhood throbbing in desperation, her bladder contracting over and over again, knowing that there was a privy a mere ten meters across the room. However, she clenched her fists around her staff once more and followed Goblin Slayer back onto the busy street.
The Alchemist's shop was only two doors over, and they quickly entered the small showroom. Rows of multicolored potions lined the shelves behind the counter, but the Alchemist was nowhere to be seen. There was, however, a tall and very busty woman in black robes, wearing a pointed hat over her long violet hair. The Witch stood near the right side of the counter, leaning forwards to read the labels on the rows of potions. As the two adventurers entered, she stood straight and looked to them.
“Well hello there, Goblin Slayer,” she said in her usual slow, intentionally sexualized voice. “What brings you in...” she trailed off, turning her eyes to the Priestess, who was vibrating on the spot, one leg planted on the ground and the other folding up and down at a rate of twice per second. “Never mind, what's going on there?” she asked, pointing at the clearly distressed girl.
“She wet herself twice while fighting goblins,” Goblin Slayer said simply. “I'm teaching her how to hold it in so it doesn't happen again.”
“DON'T TELL PEOPLE THAT!” the Priestess shrieked, covering her face and turning around to face the wall.
The Witch released a loud, sultry laugh, then strode over to the two of them. She placed a hand on the Priestess' shoulder and spun the girl around, leaning down to match her height. “Only Goblin Slayer would come up with training so...unique,” she said. “As unorthodox as it is, I have to say...the ability to go ages without relief is truly a gift for any adventurer. Especially if you're going after creatures sensitive to smells. If there's one thing that I know about our Goblin Slayer, it's that he is no pervert. You have nothing to worry about.” She stood up and looked over the counter, making sure the Alchemist was still out of sight. “You know, you shouldn't fold up your legs like that. It creates pressure. It feels so good to curl up and hold yourself, but if you really want to push your limits, you need to stand straight and do it with willpower alone.”
“That's...that's sort of like what Goblin Slayer told me earlier...” the Priestess mumbled.
“Well, it's true,” said the Witch. “When it gets really bad, your mind is what needs to be strong, it's not only about your body. It will take some time and practice to learn how to hold it properly, how to withstand the pain and pressure, but I believe in you.”
The Priestess nodded and placed her other leg on the ground, shivering as she forced herself to stand still. “It's such a strange and powerful feeling,” she said, closing her eyes as she felt the waves of pressure between her legs. “I've never felt this before, do you really think I can keep holding it?”
“How much did you drink?” the Witch asked.
“It was... A little over three liters, I think,” the Priestess stated.
“Oh wow,” the Witch said, a bit faster than her usual manner of speech. “That is a lot, and it's certainly going to come out at some point whether you like it or not. However, looking at you, I do think you do have some time left. If I could offer a bit of...womanly advice, you could try to learn how to...enjoy the sensations. That much pressure, right where it is. One could experience it as pain, or one could experience it as a source of pleasure.”
The Priestess looked about ready to sink through the floor before Goblin Slayer intervened. “There's no place for pleasure while killing goblins. She has to learn how to deal with it while remaining focused. She'll-”
He cut himself off as the alchemist finally stepped out from the back of the shop. The man eyed Goblin Slayer and the Witch, then turned towards his shelves of potions. “The usual orders?” he asked.
“Yes,” Goblin Slayer stated, and the Witch nodded as well. The alchemist reached out and gathered up a number of small vials, then proceeded to pile them into two small sacks. He handed one to Goblin Slayer, and the other to the Witch. The two of them handed over some coin, and the alchemist thanked them and retreated back to his laboratory.
“We're leaving,” Goblin Slayer said to the Witch. “See you next time.”
“Please be careful with the girl,” the Witch said softly. “She isn't like us, she's not used to this kind of thing. If you push her too hard, she really might do it in the street. Such a thing is bad enough for a man, for a young woman it would truly be humiliating. Are you sure you won't grant her some relief before you move on?”
The Priestess stood stiffly, her legs quivering but steady, the sweat on her deeply reddened face visible from across the room. Her eyes darted towards the door to the privy behind the alchemist's counter, the slightest flicker of hope growing in her tortured soul.
Goblin Slayer turned to the Witch. He looked between her and the Priestess, and then shook his head. “Goblins will never be careful with her. Goblins aren't concerned that she isn't as experienced as us. Goblins will one day push her further than I ever could. You are right, she is not like us. But she has to become like us as soon as possible. Don't get in my way.”
The Priestess' eyes lowered to the floor as Goblin Slayer pulled the door open and ushered her back onto the busy street. I can't take it anymore, the Priestess thought as she walked past dozens of citizens and other adventurers, her bladder contracting and throbbing with every step. I need to go, I NEED to, I can't walk any further like this, it's going to come out, right here in the street, everyone will see, I'll have to leave town. It's too much, the pressure is impossible to withstand.
“GOBLIN SLAYER!” the Priestess yelped, reaching out and gripping his left gauntlet tightly. He stopped and looked down at her strained, teary face. “Goblin Slayer, I'm...I'm going to have an accident, I can't walk anymore. Please, you have to let me hide somewhere, you have to let me release some of it!”
She could not see any expression through the slits in his helmet, but she knew that his eyes were locked on her own. She knew he could see the agony in her eyes, the absolute desperation that she felt. He had to understand that she couldn't go any further.
Goblin Slayer slowly reached his right hand across his body, using it to detach her small hand from his arm. He then took his left hand and placed it gently on her shoulder, still staring straight at her. She had no idea what was going through his mind as he stood there for what had to be twenty seconds. And then he shook his head and removed his hand from her shoulder. “We're going to the blacksmith. Stay close.”
The Priestess' arms dropped limply to her sides as the man began walking again. Drops of sweat fell from her chin, landing on her chest and boots. I guess I tried, she thought helplessly as she watched him walk away. I am trying. I really am. I understand that this will help me in the future, but I'm really at my limit. I guess I'll just do it here. It's not like I have a choice.
The Priestess took a small step, separating her feet to shoulder width. As soon as she did so, she felt her bladder preparing to release itself all over her robes, boots, and the ground under her. The pressure built up, and she relaxed her muscles. Just as she felt her water preparing to burst out of her, felt that tingly and intense build up just before the release, the residual feeling of Goblin Slayer's hand on her shoulder slipped into her mind.
Wait.
Somehow, in a crime against reality itself, she held back. She realized it, just then. The reason why Goblin Slayer was doing this.
I already know that he doesn't want me to become a liability. He doesn't want me to endanger the party. That's all true. But it's more than that. He wants to keep me safe. I felt it, when he was looking at me, even though I couldn't see his face. He doesn't want to be doing this any more than I do. He's fought so hard to protect me, almost died for my sake more than once. He cares about me. He really does. He wants me to become stronger so that if he's ever not there to save me, I can save myself. He doesn't want to put me through this, but he has to, because it's just one of many things that I need to do if I'm ever going to be his equal, if he's ever going to trust me the way that I trust him.
The Priestess' hands found their strength again and gripped her staff tightly. She stood straight once more, biting her lip to restrain a shout as her bladder thundered, furious at the tease of relief it felt before being clamped shut again. And then she began to walk, step after step as her body cried out in torment, unable to comprehend why she was forcing it to endure such punishment. She pursed her lips and picked up her pace, catching up with Goblin Slayer just as he reached the door of the blacksmith's shop. As he reached for the door handle, she grasped his gauntlet again.
“Priestess-” he started, clearly ready to scold her for her repeated attempts at gaining his permission for relief.
“I understand,” she interrupted. “I get why we're doing this now, and I'll hold on as long as you want me to, no matter what. I'm sorry for doubting you. Let's go in.”
Goblin Slayer stared at her for a moment, and then nodded slowly. “That's good to hear.” He looked to the door handle again, and after a moment, he dropped his arm. “Listen, it's almost certain that no new scrolls came in since yesterday. Let's get on the road. I'll stop by tomorrow."
The Priestess blinked and her gaze turned to the road heading out of the town. "Really? We can leave already?"
Goblin Slayer nodded slowly. "Yes. I choose to believe in you, that you'll continue to hold on despite being alone on the road with me. It is unnecessary for me to parade you around town as you are. You seem to have things figured out now, that this has to be done, so we will leave the town, head towards our objective, and you will be protected when you finally do reach your true limit."
The Priestess performed some imitation of a salute, forcing her legs to stay still as her bladder's continued attempts to empty itself went without answer. "Thank you, Goblin Slayer. Now let's move."
To Be Continued.
Probably. |
The Scarlet Witch was considered to be one of the most powerful Avengers, and she knew it. Wanda Maximoff didn't even know herself the limits of her powers and what she could fully do with them, but she knew they were awesome. After the battle in Sokovia, Wanda had mixed emotions. Settling into a near military facility that the Avengers base was was a bit difficult for her. Vision flying through walls, Captain America's motivational speeches, Black Widow being difficult to be friends with all created a hard environment for her to fit in. But Natasha Romanoff being the only other female under the roof, she definitely wanted to find a way to be friends. Maybe Natasha felt threatened by how powerful Maximoff was, or maybe she just flat out didn't like her - but Natasha had barely even breathed in her direction since she joined the team.
5:00 A.M., Avengers Upstate Facility
Early morning fighting simulations were probably Wanda's least favorite thing to do. She had to exert herself enough, but not too much so that she seriously hurt one of her teammates, and stay heavily hydrated. Wanda woke up extra early this morning to try and enjoy a bit of the morning before the exercise took place. The facility kitchen was completely empty as she walked in, turned on the light and set up some tea. In the far room across the kitchen was Natasha sitting at her desk surfing her computer.
"I did not expect to see you up so early," Wanda said in her light eastern European accent.
"Work around here never ends, you know that by now," Natasha replied, almost if to say 'leave me alone.'
"Right,," Natasha replied, hearing the kettle starting to boil. She poured her tea and returned to her room.
2 HOURS LATER..
Scarlet Witch was three water bottles deep and one cup of tea, and she could feel it during the simulation fight. Her distraction was making her slip up in combat where the Avengers were split in teams. Wanda, Natasha and Captain America got to take on Rhodey, Falcon and Vision. Falcon had been eliminated early, taking too many hits in their team death match styled simulation. Natasha got to go hand to hand with Rhodey, which you think would've been an easy fight for him in his suit, but she proved pretty creative - and Cap was doing his best to disarm Vision, which wasn't going well for him. Wanda stood there, trying to figure out where she should be - but she couldn't help but shift from foot to foot a little.
"Wanda! Need an assist!" Cap yelled out, a little agitated as Vision caught his shield in an attempt to knock Vision down from a flying position. Wanda snapped out of it, exerting a bit too much of her telekinetic power throwing Vision to the ground hard. She doubled over a little bit, feeling that shock through her body and causing her to bite her lip. Cap looked back at her, his expression as if to say not cool.
The simulation went on another 45 minutes - with every minute Wanda growing more uncomfortable. Wanda could of said something, maybe asked for a quick pause - but herself being the new girl? Not a chance did she want to embarrass herself in front of the Avengers for a bathroom break. Cap rounded off the training exercise with a little pep talk and offering the team advice on things they could've done better on. At this point, Wanda was barely paying attention. She was far more focused on not wetting her leather pants in front of her new team mates. She stood as still as she could with her thighs pressed together hard. Finally, after what felt like decades of Cap talking, he adjourned their meeting.
Wanda found herself speed walking to the washroom - the nearest one in the huge facility close to her bedroom. She didn't pay attention to what the other Avengers were up to, she just had far more important things to deal with here. As she walked the long corridor, she paused for a split second.
'D-Did I just leak?' Wanda thought to herself. She could feel the tiny bit of warmth and definite wetness in her underwear. She bit her lip once again, trying to avoid holding herself in the middle of the corridor, but she couldn't resist. Wanda held her crotch for the duration of the walk, luckily not passing by any staff or worse - Avengers. Finally, she neared the bathroom - the door closed.
'God dammit. I shouldn't swear. you never know what Cap can hear and what he can't.' Wanda thought to herself.
She stood outside the bathroom door, cursing herself for not exploring the facility enough to know where the other bathrooms are. She entered the kitchen while waiting, and to her surprise Natasha greeted her.
"Good work today, Maximoff," Natasha said a little coldly drinking a cup of tea.
"T-Thanks, you as well. It was pretty cool to see you take down War Machine like that," Wanda replied back.
Natasha smiled, and to Wanda's horror - Natasha held up a second cup.
"I think it's the way you like it - two sugar, two cream?" Natasha said, a bit more friendly.
"Y-Yes, that's.. that's how I take it. Thank you," Wanda said, shivering a bit as she took a small sip of the tea.
"Are you alright?" Natasha said, a little concerned noticing Wanda's inability to stand still and her stutters.
"I'm fine! Just a bit tired - got up too early. Still getting used to the whole.. boot camp thing," Wanda said, obviously lying through her teeth.
"Yeah, Rogers runs us hard, but it's all for a reason. Our enemies won't be as kind to you in the field as we are in practice. I just wish Tony would invest in a second bathroom in this half of the building," Natasha said a little jokingly.
'Wait, is she saying there was one where I came from? God dammit.."
"It would be kind of nice..." Wanda said back, feeling herself leak again.
"I don't know what Vision does in there, but he sure takes his time," Natasha laughed.
Wanda gave her a shaky smile back, trying to figure out her situation. She couldn't make it all the way to the other side of the facility, and lord knows what Vision is doing, but she wasn't going to be the Avenger begging at the bathroom door.
TO BE CONTINUED. |
Thanks to Anubis for proofreading and to EtchyFox for expert advice. Featuring art by Rolo.
There it was, right in front of me. That familiar wooden seat with a hole in it that I really should have been sitting on. It never looked so inviting. And yet, I was still just standing there, looking at it. Taunting myself with it. At that point I don’t remember how long it had been – I’d lost track after the fifth hour when I sat down for lunch – but after all that time I’d built up quite the reservoir that wanted out. But I wanted it to stay in. I wanted to feel that pressure as long as I could, only giving up when I finally didn’t have any more choice in the matter. So there I was, standing in front of the toilet, my little black shorts digging into the bulge in my lower belly. Even on a good day, these shorts were a bit of a tight fit, and now they were pressing in the worst place and causing me the most wonderful pain.
I got myself lost in that feeling, both hands absentmindedly rubbing at the rock-hard balloon of mine that was clearly on display for anyone that cared to see it. My lucky white jacket wasn’t doing much to cover it up, both because I always left the thing open and because right now the only thing beneath it was a simple black strip of cloth wrapped around my chest. I didn’t want my view to be obstructed by such silly things as shirts or dresses.
If my hands were to apply a bit of pressure, I would feel like my bladder would explode then and there. All that liquid in me pouring right out through my clothes down to the floor… Just the thought of that feeling had left my favorite pink panties soaked, though I’d kept my bladder under lock and key the entire time. After so many hours, I’d refused to let out even a single drop, and I wasn’t about to unless everything else was going to come out too. I knew I’d get wet anyways, and that made it so much better. That was the point, after all.
I could have stood there forever, hands and legs shaking with excitement and raw need. I had to go, but I wouldn’t. I couldn’t even if I wanted to, I told myself. The reason kept changing, but I’d always tell myself I needed to hold it longer. It didn’t matter how much the ocean wanted to be free, it couldn’t be allowed to come out.
Perhaps in my dreams I’d never have to leave that spot, but the reality was that I couldn’t hold it forever. In the real world, I’d been playing with my bladder, teasing and prodding it to feel the pressure ramp up for an instant, feel everything right on the edge of coming out, but hold it back anyways. Until… I just couldn’t. Ripped from my fantasies by the feeling of impending doom, my shorts and panties were out of the way before I could even think about them, and I took a seat just in time…
… to hear a voice call out for me.
“Azzy? As, I need you!”
I had to get up. I was about to explode, but so was she, and I couldn’t let her do that. It was painful, mentally more than physically, to stand up and get redressed. So very close, but it was not meant to be. I had already started to piss when I sat down, so in standing up that first blast of pee went onto the floor and into my panties instead of the toilet as I’d planned. I managed to stop any more from coming out, if just barely, and my bladder complained loudly that it had been interrupted so soon. It didn’t matter though. She was more important, and I could hold it long enough to figure out a way to torture her with my relief. And if I couldn’t wait, well… that would just make it all the more fun.
I really did want to keep holding it though, even if it felt like it’d come out any second and I wouldn’t be able to stop when it did. I truly did have very little time left; I’d done this often enough to know the signs I need to give up, and at this point I knew I was pushing it real damn close. But I also knew I could drag this out just a little longer, so I marched out of the bathroom and down the hall to the front door with a devious smile on my face and a hand in my jacket pocket.
She was dancing in place right by the door with her hands in fists at her sides, and she probably hadn’t moved since she stepped inside. I saw one of her shoes in a corner nearby, and the other had apparently fucked off to some completely different part of the house. Her beautiful green eyes lit up when she saw me, and she called out almost immediately.
“A-Azzy! Help, I can’t… ah, I can’t…” She’d just got home from work, as we planned, and now was desperately clawing at her robes to try to get them off.
I tried to speak calmly, but I knew my voice was shaking both from my own need and because of the wondrous image before me now. “C-calm down, Ellie, I-I’m here. I’m here.” I walked up behind her, pulling my hand from my pocket and bringing with it a little leather ring. I held her collar open in front of her for a moment before gently closing it around her neck. She gave a sigh that almost sounded like a purr, and her dance became less frantic. “Now, kitten… we just have to… get you out of these things.” Then my hands moved down to remove her cloak, sneaking in a little squeeze of her chest through all the fabric. Her response was a moan and a whisper telling me to hurry up.
The cloak was off quickly enough, and I just threw it off to the side somewhere. Then I got to work on the top layer of robe, trying not to lean too much into her back and leave a big yellow mark on her robes. Still, I leaned in to kiss her cheek while my hands fumbled with the ties keeping the robe together. I may have spent a little more time than I needed to getting the top few undone, so I could leave my hands resting on her immaculate breasts for a while, wishing I could just stand there fondling them all day. But we didn’t have all day; she whimpered quietly, constantly muttering either encouragement or requests that I move faster.
When the robe was open, I told her to lift her arms, which she did with a little whine, and then I coaxed her into stepping out of the robe before tossing it somewhere as well. One last layer, and I knew she wouldn’t like this one.
“I n-need you to stand st-still, hon,” I said, and she turned her head to look back at me.
“I… I don’t know if I can. Nnn…”
I ignored a little splash reheating my panties and tried to speak with at least a little conviction. “Just… for a second, sweetie. You’ll be… you’ll be okay.” She turned back to look forward, and after a little bit I saw her nod and her dancing wind down until it stopped completely. She’d only replaced it with feverish shaking, but it was good enough for me to slide her little priest-gown off her shoulders and down her body. She gasped when my hand slid over her own bladder bulge, though I didn’t do anything there with that hand. When the gown hit the floor, she went right back to dancing. Neither of us wanted to bend down and move the gown elsewhere, so in her dance she kicked it away from her feet. Good enough for me.
My right hand went onto her left shoulder, and I walked carefully around to her front, grabbing her other shoulder once we were facing each other. She wasn’t looking me in the eye; I glanced down to whatever she was looking at long enough to see her hands fly to her crotch but stop just short of grabbing when she suddenly remembered our deal. She slowly brought her hands back to her sides and finally looked right at me. Her mouth was slightly open and her whole body was bouncing a little bit as her legs refused to stop moving.
“So, Ellie… My sweet little Ellie,” I said, slow and soft, gently guiding her to walk backwards until she leaned up against the wall. “Has my little girl been good today?” My hands moved to grab hers and move them up above her head – there was no resistance, she was just dancing and staring at me with a lustful gaze that I’m sure I was returning. I held both of her hands here with my left, and my right brushed her sweet-smelling brown hair out of her face before moving down to her thigh.
“I-I t-tried to hold on all day, l-like you said, but I had to- nngaah!” She cried out and her breathing grew faster as the hand on her thigh found its way between her legs. That hand started rubbing softly through those tight gray shorts, too small for her, that she’d eagerly agreed to wear today. I didn’t have to look down to know she’d wet herself while she was at work, though for right now she was doing a good job. Her breathing slowed again as my hand moved down the inside of her thighs. “I… had to… had to let a little out.”
“Feels like more than a little, kitten,” I said, firmly but playfully. My hand stopped for a moment and I let out a little grunt when my bladder sent a very strong signal that I ought to hurry up. “You didn’t have an accident in the temple, did you?”
“N-no, only… haah, only a little. A-a-a few… few times, but… I tried… I tried not to do any more th-th-than you said I-I could.” Her arms wiggled in my grasp, but I just tightened my grip. “P-Please, Azzy, I… I need..”
My right hand found its way to her bladder, tracing little circles through the thin fabric of her shirt. “I’m sorry, did you- did you say something?” That hand gradually turned into a fist, which I pressed lightly into her bulge – it was firm, but not solid.
“As-rielle, ah!” She practically shouted my name when the pressure hit her, speaking the last syllables louder and more high-pitched than the first. I felt another addition to the warmth between my legs and heard a little splash of liquid hitting the wood floor. Ellie looked down in a panic, but quickly looked back up to look into my eyes. Her gaze quickly softened again, and she put on a silly smile for a moment while she kept squirming around in my grip that she could have escaped from if she wanted to. I glanced down, too, and saw a fresh dark patch between her legs… but not a spot on the floor below her. Oops.
“Azzy, please… Let me…” Her adorable begging had become nearly a whisper, and she mumbled something that I legitimately couldn’t hear.
I stared straight into her eyes, and saw a reflection of my own raw desire. My fist stayed on her bladder, though the pressure had been let off, and I subtly pressed my legs together and bent my left ever so slightly. “I couldn’t hear you, babe.”
“I need to go!” She closed her eyes and yelled, stomping her feet in a bit of a march.
“Go where?” I leaned in close and whispered directly into her ear, at the same time just barely fighting off another surge from my bladder. Then I leaned out, planting a little kiss on her cheek along the way, and looked into her eyes, awaiting her answer.
Elaria said nothing for a second, just breathing heavily through her mouth. When she finally spoke, it was a quiet match for my own voice. “B-bathroom…”
As soon as she finished saying that word, a spark of fear joined the lust in her eyes. Only for a fleeting moment, but it was true terror. She’d realized too late what she was asking for. She knew what her request meant, but she wasn’t thinking when she said it. I put on a stern look, brought my left hand up, first to tug at her collar a little, then to her chin, and lifted my left knee higher as another spurt broke through and hit the floor. Ellie gasped too and I can only assume her shorts got a little wetter. She couldn’t wait much longer – neither could I – and I had to make sure this was how she wanted it to end. When I spoke, I tried to make clear in my voice that this was no game. “Are you sure about that, babe? Completely sure? That’s really what you want?”
Ellie stared into my eyes, still with her same lustful emerald gaze, and took a deep breath. Then she whispered to me: “Asrielle… yes… please, yes…” She nodded fervently.
I sighed and leaned in for a proper kiss. Her lips met mine and I heard a muffled moan from her as she pressed her body as close to mine as either of our bladders would tolerate. I had to give her an out. She’d forgotten, if only for a moment, what it meant in our games to make the request that she did, so I had to make sure she wasn’t trying to ask me to let her take a much-needed potty break. But, no, she wanted to keep going. She wanted to push her limits, just like me. She was dedicated to our game. She knew how to call it off whenever she wanted, whenever she was in pain. Just one word. But she didn’t say it. She pressed on. She wanted to see it through to the end, and she wanted me to make that as hard for her as I could.
She broke away first, leaning back against the wall again, whimpering and still dancing. Her breathing was still fast, but now she was biting her lip instead of breathing through her mouth. She was staring at me, not saying anything, waiting for me to do something.
With the hand I had on her wrist, I guided her left arm down again, her right following along on its own. The hand in my grasp was a fist while the other was kneading at the bottom of her shirt, clearly wanting to do something more but not able to.
“Come on then, kitten, let’s… let’s get you to the bathroom,” I said, turning around and giving her arm a little tug to get her moving. She stumbled at first, letting out an adorable surprised squeak and grabbing my arm with her free hand for a moment, but once she’d righted herself she followed along at my pace without further issue.
I led Elaria directly to our destination – no silly stops in the middle of the hall, no detour to the kitchen to get her something to drink, nothing. I was probably closer to bursting than she was, and if this was my one chance to do that in a toilet instead of in my pants, of course I was going to jump on that opportunity. Along the way I had my free hand pushing down on my shorts, finally relieving the torturous pressure and hopefully making them just a little bit easier to take off quickly. I’d left the door to the bathroom open, so I marched straight in, but Ellie didn’t follow. She stopped just before crossing the threshold, suddenly enough that she pulled me back with a jolt that caused a little puddle to appear at my feet. I turned around to face her, now openly crossing my legs as tightly as I could while still standing upright and without needing to pull my shorts up properly again. She was just looking at me, her head tilted a little and her legs still incessantly dancing.
“What are you waiting for?” I sounded more impatient than I had intended; I really did want to use the toilet, and my body was starting to ignore what I wanted. I wanted Ellie to come with me, too, but now she was just standing there, as normal as possible, because she’d decided to stop. Her need didn’t suddenly get much worse, she didn’t need to stop to fight herself for control, none of that. She’d just stopped. I was already mentally kicking myself before she answered my question. I knew why she stopped, but the reason had slipped my mind for a moment. It was my fault.
“Y-you brought me t-to the bathroom,” she said meekly, no longer making direct eye contact. The hand that had been playing with her shirt was now fingering her collar. “You didn’t… didn’t say I c-could go inside.” Then she brought that hand up to her mouth, made a fist, and bit down on it. “Nnn…”
Can’t blame her for following orders. With as much of a smile as I could put on when I was seconds away from an accident, I forced the hand out of my shorts and used it to ruffle Ellie’s hair, then I grabbed her hand from her mouth and brought it down near the other. “Well, then… follow me, sweetie.” I took a step back and pulled her a step forward, and once I knew she would come with me I walked backwards across the room until I knew I was about to trip over the toilet. She didn’t resist being pulled along and didn’t try to stop anymore.
When I stopped, I looked over my shoulder to confirm I was where I wanted to be, then looked back at Ellie and let go of her arms. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts, making sure to get my panties as well, but I didn’t pull them down. Not yet, even though I knew I absolutely could not hold it in anymore. “Look at me,” I said quickly. She looked at me. “I want you to watch,” I told her with the last scraps of authority I could pull together in this state. She nodded firmly.
At that point everything seemed to happen at once. I slid my shorts and underwear down past my knees, and the slight bend required to do so made my bladder burst. I sat down as quickly as I could, peeing on my lowered clothes and the floor in the process. Ellie whimpered but didn’t move. As soon as I was seated I made sure my legs were spread wide to give her a good view, then my eyes were closed and I felt like I’d gone limp.
“Haahh… aaaaaahhyaaaaaah…” I hadn’t intended to taunt Ellie with my moaning as well as the view of my torrent, but I didn’t have much say in the matter. The best I could do was try to take some deep breaths and open my eyes again.
The first thing I saw was that Ellie was staring directly between my legs, eyes wide and somehow filled with both a jealous yearning and a perverse satisfaction at being left waiting, her breathing heavy and quick. She’d gone back to breathing through her mouth, and with both hands she’d bunched up the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up far enough that I could see a hint of her bare breasts. She wasn’t dancing anymore, instead just shivering with her legs grinding against each other. Her once-light gray shorts were covered in obvious dark spots, and they were only getting darker as she kept renewing the wetness. Every so often some would drip down and patter onto the floor, though I could only barely hear it and her accompanying whine over the sounds of my own relief.
At some point my hands found their way onto my gradually-deflating balloon, and I looked down to watch them play with it to pass the time. By the time my breathing had returned to normal, the flood I was unleashing into the toilet hadn’t slowed at all, but I was becoming aware of how sore and exhausted my bladder was. So my hands moved south, stopping just above the source of the waterfall. I adjusted my position slightly and spread my lips with both hands, looking back up at Ellie with an evil grin. She glanced up only for a moment, gave a weak smile, then continued watching the storm.
Honestly, I was impressed, both with myself and with Elaria’s dedication. I knew I was at my limit, but that apparently meant far more liquid than I thought it did. And as for Ellie, there was nothing keeping her eyes glued between my legs. Nothing was stopping her from begging me to let her have a turn next, or sit on my lap and pee through my legs, or just leave the room and shut the door so she didn’t have to see or hear anything. She’d come a long way since we first met. Two or three years ago I would have expected her to have her hands shoved between her legs while she shouted at me that she was going to wet herself. She would have tears running down her face as she begged for me to allow her to pee. There was nothing stopping her from doing any of that now, nothing except the fact that I told her to watch while I took a bursting piss she was still dying for. Used to be she just did this for me, but now she was finding her own enjoyment in it. I’d taken this innocent priestess and turned her into a monster, and honestly the thought of it got me worked up to the point where I wasn’t entirely sure anymore if the overwhelming relief was orgasmic or if I actually had been pushed over that edge as well.
I didn’t much care for that distinction, though. It didn’t make a difference to me. All I cared about was that I’d never felt so good outside of that moment, and I highly doubted I would ever be able to match those sensations. Nothing mattered but the fact that sitting there felt good.
Neither of us seemed to be particularly sure about how much time had passed before my stream became something that could be expected to come out of a normal person. It didn’t take long for that to die down into a little trickle, and once it was nothing more than a little dripping, I got myself comfortable and took advantage of where my hands already were. My head leaned back against the wall, my eyes closed, and my mouth hung a little open while I went to work. The hand that wasn’t busy yet moved up to my chest to find a way to make itself so, pushing the cloth covering out of the way without removing it completely. I finished quickly, certainly helped along by the fact that I could still hear Ellie’s quiet whimpering just a few feet away. Then I stood, letting my shorts and panties fall to my feet and stepping out of them towards Elaria.
With both of my hands I grabbed both of hers, forcing her to let go of her shirt she had crumpled up beyond reason. She looked me right in the eye, giving off little whines in an attempt to form words. “Got something to say, sweetie?” I took her hands and kissed each as one would a King’s, waiting for her to remember how to speak.
She had a look of intense concentration on her face, no doubt trying to focus both on not wetting herself and on how to phrase what she wanted to say. In the meantime she continued to squirm around and returned to doing a little dance, though not as pronounced as before. Finally, she worked up the ability to talk to me, though quietly. “Asrielle, I… I r-really have to…” She looked down at our hands. “I… nnnngh… I, ah… M-may I… p-please… May… may I… go potty?” Then she returned to staring straight into my eyes.
For a little while, I didn’t answer, and just stood inspecting her face. It was completely red and she might as well have been drowning in sweat, but she was still beautiful. More importantly, though, she wasn’t good at hiding what she wanted my answer to be. Her eyes were pleading, and yet lusting. Even the fact that she’d asked the question in the first place meant I knew the answer she was looking for. After all, if she truly wanted out, she knew that she only had to say one word and I’d do whatever I could to help her get herself out of the game.
I glanced down at her chest, admiring the view of her nipples through her shirt, before looking back up at her and speaking firmly. “No,” I said. She didn’t look disappointed. “You have to hold it. You can do that for me, can’t you, babe?” I put one hand on her chin, holding it up so she’d keep looking right at me, and the other one slowly slid down the side of her body, finally coming around to the front when it reached the area of her bulge. She let out a high-pitched whine when I pressed lightly on it, but the pressure was off almost immediately as I forced my hand through the too-tight waistband of her shorts and pressed directly against her thoroughly-wet lips. This forced her to stop dancing, and now she was simply trembling. “Can my little girl hold her pee for me?” I moved my hand down from her chin to keep a loose grip on her collar.
“I-I-I… I don’t... I don’t know,” she admitted. “I’ll t-try but… But I-I g-gotta go real bad.” As if on cue, I felt a small blast of warm wetness against my fingers. “S-sorry.”
“I know you do, sweetie,” I said, leaning in as close as I could without making her try to wiggle away. “But I also know you’re a big girl who can hold her pee if she needs to. My perfect little priestess isn’t gonna piddle in her favorite panties and the cute pants I made for her and on my floor just because she’s not allowed to use the toilet, is she?” When she shook her head, I pulled my hand from between her legs and moved both of them to her shoulders, gently pushing to get her to face the other direction. “I didn’t think so, kitten. Now turn around. We’re going to bed.”
Ellie turned around without much trouble, but kept her gaze locked on me as long as possible. I left my right hand on her shoulder, while my left arm hugged her waist, leaving the hand to rest over her bladder. I felt her left hand grab at mine, but she didn’t make any attempt to move it. Her right had gone back to playing with the edges of her shirt. She whimpered when I gave her a gentle nudge in the shoulder, and started walking slowly out of the bathroom, down the hall, and over to my bedroom.
She’d occasionally whine every so often on the way there, but mostly seemed focused on staying calm and not having an accident while we walked together, her in the lead. Her breathing had slowed and turned to deep, deliberate breaths and she was toying with my fingers on the hand that was over her rock-hard bulge. She still wasn’t trying to move the hand, just trying to keep herself busy. Her eyes were focused ahead of her, and we slowly but consistently worked towards the bedroom. I wasn’t particularly concerned with the path ahead – no, I was looking down, admiring the view of her modest but wonderful ass, thanks to the nearly skintight shorts she was wearing. And those big dark streaks running down her shorts that turned into glistening yellow on her snow-white legs were quite the breathtaking sight as well.
When we finally arrived, I told her to stop just before the bed and turn around, and put both my arms around her waist. She tied her legs together and tried to sit down, whining when she felt my hands pressing her closer to me to keep her upright. “No, no, stand up, and stand still.” I looked her up and down quickly, and watched as she tried to stop bouncing but only managed to slow down. “Arms up,” I said, causing her to drop the hem of her shirt and do as I asked. Then I pulled her shirt up off of her and tossed it to the side. She instinctively put one hand over her chest and left the other to fiddle with her collar, her face even redder than before.
Then I knelt down before her and hooked my fingers into the strangling waistband of her shorts, getting her to gasp and try to take a step back in response. I looked up at her with a silly grin. “What,” I asked with a teasing songlike voice. “You don’t want to get out of your wet clothes?”
“Just… a little surprised… Y-you made me… pee a little bit…” She was looking off to the side, not at me, and her hands were still covering her breasts. She turned to look at the ceiling when I forced her shorts down to her knees, eliciting a sigh as the pressure was finally released. Then I reached up and gently rubbed the crotch of her panties – the ones she always wore for our little games, and which by now bore not a hint of their original white color despite many attempts to wash them – before tearing those down as well, letting them and her shorts fall to the ground.
I stood up and gave her chest a gentle shove so she’d sit down – a spurt soaked into my blankets as soon as she made contact – and then I took her hand and guided her to lie on her back. She squirmed around watching me while I prepared to join her, slipping out of my jacket and carefully folding it before setting down on the nightstand by her head. I only remembered what had already been there when I saw her hand retract from trying to grab it before my jacket covered it, so I went ahead and got it myself.
Ellie looked back and forth between my face and the hand that was now brandishing our leash, clearly unsure of what to do now. It was little more than a long piece of string, strong enough for us to play with but discreet enough that we could use it when I took her out for walks in public. I dangled it in front of her as if it were a cat toy. “You want me to use this on you?” She nodded quietly and I shook my head. “Not today, dear,” I said, slipping it into one of my jacket pockets. Then I unwrapped my breasts and let the sweaty cloth that had been covering them fall to the floor. “Though you have been a very good girl today.” I climbed onto the bed and got on my knees, grabbing her legs to keep them still. “In fact, I think you deserve a reward…”
I forced her to spread her legs and had just started to lean in when she called out and tried to wiggle away. “N-no, wait! I-I’m gonna… gonna p-pee on you if- if you do that.” When I just gave her a silly look with my head cocked, she added more quietly, “A-and I-I- I don’t… I don’t wanna, uh, pee… on you.” Even the High King’s crimson banners couldn’t compare to the color of Ellie’s face.
“Fingers it is, then,” I said, crawling up to lie down on my side next to her and shooting her a devilish look. She looked at me, a little worried, but her eyes were still reflecting the fire in mine. I snuggled up close to her, perhaps intentionally guiding one of her hands to my rear so I didn’t crush that arm between us. Then I took a moment to give her bladder a gentle rub before venturing southward.
Ellie turned her head back to look at the ceiling and brought a hand to her neck, and when my fingers found what they were looking for she shut her eyes and let out a quivering moan. I got right to work and didn’t let up, despite her intense squirming and the occasional spurt of her pee I’d feel slip past my fingers. She made the most adorable noises whenever she leaked.
“Ahaah…” Before too long, I felt a big, steady leak against my hand, that lasted for a good second before turning into a weak dribble. Coincidentally this was around the same time my fingers found their way inside, and Elaria brought both of her hands down to mine to try to get me to apply more pressure to her from the outside. “Nonononono…” She was muttering quickly and quietly, pleading with herself to hold her pee just a little longer, even though we both knew she was just about at her limit. “Holditholditholditholditholdit…”
I pressed my head up against hers while my hand kept doing what it was doing, admiring the scent of her hair that still overpowered that of her sweat. She kept moaning and groaning and muttering and slowly leaking into my hand until suddenly her eyes shot open and her whole body tensed up.
“Gotta hold it, gotta hold it, gotta hold it, hhaah… nnnn…” She was talking to herself with a whining tone, trying to convince herself to do something she knew was impossible. “Gotta… gotta… I… I can’t…” I felt it in my hand before she said it. “I can’t… can’t hold it… I… I’m peeing… Aah… I’m… haah…” Her breathing was heavy, and there were tears in her eyes and a smile on her face. I took a moment to look down and admire her heaving chest, pretending to look past it and at what my fingers hadn’t stopped doing. Her stream was heavy, and with my hand in the way it ended up getting everywhere, but I could still feel that it wasn’t at its full potential – she was still fighting it, even though she had no chance to regain control at this point.
Eventually my fingers left her and I moved my hand away, allowing her to spray my bed directly, her stream quickly becoming more intense as she surrendered control. Then I moved so that I was straddling her, grabbing her hands and holding them up on either side of her head. She stared at me for a moment, closing her eyes again when I suddenly leaned in and kissed her. I heard a muffled groan of pleasure from her and felt her hands shift as they tried to break free of my grip. I broke off just long enough to say two words: “No touching.” Then I immediately returned my mouth to hers and listened to her moans and the sound of her bladder emptying itself onto my bed as it so desperately needed to for so long.
I broke off again before long and repositioned myself a bit, still hovering over her, but now my hands had released hers and had started playing with her tits. She seemed to have the same idea, putting one hand on my back to get me to lean in a little closer while other explored my chest.
She kept peeing the whole time, which I found rather amusing considering that she must have emptied half of her bladder into her pants earlier. She really had been at her absolute maximum. I had been too, and had no intentions of waiting particularly long any time soon, so when I realized I either still had a little left or some of my last drinks had finally caught up with me, I added a little trickle to Ellie’s puddle without a second thought. She raised an eyebrow at me but didn’t say anything.
I hardly had anything to contribute in the first place, so I finished quickly, and not too long afterwards I heard Elaria’s stream start to die off. Just about in time, too, as her trickling was now making the sound of water-on-water, indicating that she’d wet my bed enough that it couldn’t be absorbed all at once and had created a puddle.
When she finally stopped, I fell back to lie next to her, my legs splashing against her puddle for a moment. She was taking deep sighing breaths and seemed quite out of it, so I gave her arm a little tug. Her head turned to me and she looked confused for a moment, before she realized where she was and what she’d done. “I… I wet your bed,” she said.
I nodded and gave a little smile. “Of course you did. Now come on, slide over where it’s dry.” I’d intentionally gone out of my way to get a far bigger bed than I needed, even though Ellie and I always cuddled together when she stayed over – she’d covered a large part of it with her piss but there was still a significant portion that was yet untouched thanks to my foresight, and that was where we both moved to, me at the edge and her just to my left. Then I wiggled around a bit to work myself under the sheets, and she did the same.
Beneath the covers, I snuggled up close to her again, now just hugging her and enjoying the warmth of her naked and rather wet body against mine. “So, how was that, huh?”
“Ohhh… I… don’t… I don’t know the words for that…” She was holding me just as I was her, and every breath she took still sounded like a moan. “It was…” Ellie took a moment to think, and instead of trying to put together words she gave me a quick kiss. “Does… that explain it?”
“Perfectly,” I cooed, moving a hand to brush through her hair. “You did very well, my dear.”
“I… I just wanted to make you happy.” She closed her eyes and leaned into the hand I had running against her head.
“Don’t you lie to me, now. I know you enjoyed it.”
Her response was a giggle. “Maybe a little bit…”
Then we were both silent, aside from the occasional sigh caused by one of us petting the other or my toying with her collar, until I spoke after a few minutes. She just had to hear the stupid joke I’d come up with.
“Hey, El,” I started, barely able to suppress a little laugh.
“What is it?” She looked at me with a sparkle in her eyes.
“So, what do you call it when a priestess has an accident?”
Elaria groaned and I could tell she was trying not to laugh before I’d even told the joke properly. “This is gonna be terrible, isn’t it?”
“I dunno, maaaaybeee… But, come on, guess.” I twirled a lock of her hair around with a finger.
“Um… I don’t… I don’t know. What do you call it?”
I had to put a hand to my mouth to stop from bursting with laughter right away. Eventually I composed myself just barely enough to deliver the punchline. “A clerical error,” I said, howling at my own joke.
Ellie refused to look at me while she giggled uncontrollably. “Man, I really hate you sometimes, you know that?”
“Love you too, babe.”
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John whistled as he and Briana packed the car for their camping trip. There was a lot of gear to stuff in the car. Sleeping bags, a tent, a tarp, a cooler. And food and clothes and dishes. Finally, they had everything packed into the trunk and backseat of John's car and they began their adventure.
John was excited about this trip, but he was just a little worried that he might wet the bed. He tried to reassure himself that it probably wouldnt happen.
The car ride passed without incident, and they arrived at the State park where they were camping. They set up their tent and put their sleeping bags inside. They cooked a meal over the fire, roasted marshmallows, and looked at the stars. They fell asleep listening to the crickets and frogs.In the morning, John was pleased to find that he was still dry.
Over breakfast, while drinking tea that they had brought, John and Briana talked about what they would do that day. They decided to go on a hike to a waterfall that was in the park.
The trail started behind a small nature center. Before they began their hike, they went in, read the informational signs, and looked at the exhibits on display. Then, they made sure their water bottles were full, and started off.
Not such a long time later, John felt a twinge in his bladder. But it wasnt bad, so he ignored it. He looked around, enjoying the scenery. The morning sunlight streamed through the trees and the mountain stream they were walking beside trickled and gurgled merrily. Briana looked beautiful and happy. Her hair shone in the sun and her blue eyes sparkled. John reached over and took her hand, and she smiled at him. Man, he loved her smile. He smiled back.
His need was growing a little as they continued on, and he felt stupid for not trying to go at the nature center earlier. Sometimes, in situations where he wouldnt be near a bathroom for a while, like before car rides, Briana would ask him if he needed to go. This always made him blush. It made him feel like a kid. But maybe he needed it, he thought. But she hadnt asked today.
They reached the end of the trail after an hour or so. The trail ended beside the waterfall. It wasnt a particularly large waterfall, but it was beautiful. Briana sat down on a large rock and John sat beside her. They watched the water and the clouds for a while.
“It sure is pretty” said Briana, smiling.
“It really is,” said John. But he was growing slightly distracted by his predicament. Briana seemed to be enjoying the view and he didnt want to rush her, but he was starting to need the bathroom rather badly now. He tried to keep still, but he was feeling the need to squirm a little. He leaned forward a bit and put his legs together. Then he shifted his weight put his legs back in their previous position, and crossed them in what he hoped was a casual manner. And the noise the water was making didnt help him one bit.
Briana would have been content to sit there all day with John. But John was fidgeting a bit and she figured he was getting bored. She stood up. “You ready to go, John?” she asked.
“Yeah,” John said, standing up. They started back down the trail.
As they kept walking, John was forced to take slower and shorter steps. He thought about telling Briana his need, but he figured there was nothing she could do anyway, so he kept quiet. He began looking around for somewhere to pee, but nowhere seemed to have nearly enough cover.
Briana noticed that John had slowed down and how tense he seemed. “You alright, John?” she asked.
“Yeah, I'm alright,” he answered.
Maybe he's just tired, Briana thought, though it seemed unlikely. He was usually so full of energy. Briana watched him out of the corner of her eye and began to form a theory as to what was going on. She experimentally stopped, on the pretense of reading a sign about the tree life of the area.
John stopped too, but his need was getting really urgent now and he couldnt stand still. He shifted his weight from foot to foot and blushed furiously. He was supposed to be an adult. Yet here he was, standing beside his girlfriend, potty dancing like a 3 year old.
Briana realized that her idea was correct. “Do you need to use the bathroom, John?” she asked.
John turned even redder. “Yeah, bad.” he answered.
“Can you hold it until we get back to the nature center?” Briana asked.
“Maybe” said John.
They kept walking. Briana was trying to think of a way for him to avoid an accident. He hadnt sounded confident about holding it.
John felt his muscles trying to push his pee out. A few drops dampened his boxers and he froze, reaching down to hold himself.
Briana knew that he was probably just seconds from an accident, but told him, “Come on, keep walking.”
“I already went a little.” John said. But he did as he was told, and kept walking. They turned a curve.
Briana saw a large boulder. Perfect, she thought. “You can go behind the boulder” she suggested. John hesitated for a second, felt another spurt dampen his pants, and dashed behind the boulder. He returned to Briana's side a couple of minutes later, looking much happier.
“I made it… mostly” he said, looking down at a small wet spot on his jeans.
“Its okay, John” said Briana. “That'll dry fast.”
And they went back to enjoying their day. ____________________________________That night, John dreamed he was back in the woods beside the boulder. Only this time, he couldnt get behind it in time. Warm pee was trickling down his legs. His jeans were growing dark. His face was red.
He woke with a start. But the warmth and wetness remained. He could feel himself peeing and grabbed himself and clenched his muscles, trying to stop it. When he got it stopped, he scrambled to the door of the tent and struggled with the zipper. He got outside as quickly as possible. He knew he couldnt make it to the bathhouse before he started peeing again, so he finished going in some bushes. He stood there a minute. The shorts he had been sleeping in were pretty wet, even if he hadnt emptied his entire bladder into them.
Briana had been woken by John's scrambling out of the tent door. She realized what had happened when she caught the faint smell of pee. When John came back in, she asked “Are you okay, John?”
“I..kind of..had an accident,” he said, digging in his bag for some dry clothes. “My sleeping bag's wet.”
She heard the embarrassment in his voice, and told him, “hey, its okay. Change your clothes and come lay down with me.”
He went off to the bathhouse to change his clothes and she closed her eyes. A few minutes later, he came back and laid down and she snuggled closer to him.
“Im sorry” he said.
“Shh, you have nothing to be sorry about” Briana said.
He wrapped an arm around her and fell back into a peaceful sleep until morning. |
Chapter 1-Trying to get a wee before leaving
Monica scrubbed her body as the boiling hot water poured all over her, flowing down in tiny rivers that splashed below and went down the drain. Her rock hard muscle, yet very thin tan body shined in this hot water which steamed up the whole bathroom. Monica whistled while she soaped up her broad shoulders.
Lots of girls had hot bodies, but Monica made sure she had the one no boy would expect growing up. Having started lifting weights in high school, and having just graduated college and working as an engineer at a plant for construction projects, she now built a well-fit body that got a lot of guy’s attention at college. One guy while she waited in line for dinner at college her sophomore year grabbed her ass, and she flipped around, twisted his nipples and brought him to the ground. The whole cafe cheered that day and the douchebag was expelled, from that moment on men (and some women) loved this brown hair women’s muscular tan body. Not tall, average girl heigh.
She rubbed the shampoo through her hair as her nipples flattened from the hot water, her awesome body in v-shape down as she bent over in that moment and scrubbed her crotch, getting a bit aroused while doing so. She finished and headed out the door, her roommate Emma bouncing in agony and rushed in. Monica hid her small laugh. “Oops” she said. She shared the house with a couple friends.
Monica slipped into her tight black skirt that seemed to be a little too short for work which showed off her sexy hard calf’s and ass of steel. She put on a tight White top without sleeves just over the shoulders but boy did it show off those two breasts that were round and hard as bricks. She slipped her sock less feet into some black high heels. She brushed her dark brown hair so it went straight down just past the shoulders and was perfectly wavy. She drank the last bit of her morning coffee she left on her dresser before she showered, then went downstairs for a refill and drank that right down.
“Ok, I should head out,” Monica said, seeing the clock. She lived in the city and had to take the train to work. She bagged the blueprints of the project they were working on at her plant, and felt a very small twitch in her abdomen. Well, that coffee traveled fast. She went upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door. Her roommate was still in there. “Emma, you almost done? I have to get going and I want to use the bathroom one more time before I leave.”
“I have to get ready too ya know!” Emma yelled. She worked in the mayors office.
Monica sighed. Her arms crossed across her chest trying to keep it together. “Ok, but it’s a bit of a ride to work, I just want to go one last time. I think I drank down my coffee too fast.” She bit her bottom lip and raised an eyebrow in wonder if she will get in or not?
“Is it an emergency?” Emma asked without concern in her voice.
Monica rolled her eyes. The fuck was this chick’s problem!? “No, but come on, let me in. I barely feel it but I just want to let it out now.”
“Door is open,” Emma said.
Monica opened the door, and there was sexy Emma in a pile of soapy bubbles that leaked over the edge of the tub. Monica put her hands on her hips and started to tap her foot in annoyance. When was Emma gonna get out of the tub. Seeing the toilet right there caused a slight jolt in her bladder.
“Well, you gonna go or not?”
“Not with you in the bathroom with me!”
“Pff. Come on girls don’t have shy bladders, it in our nature. Now get going.”
Monica could squash that myth in a heartbeat. She was a tough chick, but after twenty-three years on this earth, she fell weak when it was her bladder, peeing with someone on the other end of the door was hard enough, but in the same room!? Monica just shook her head and went downstairs and out the door. “I’ll just go at the train station,” she said to herself.
She was almost done with her apple when she got there, her bladder having been humped around as she speed-walked there since she was running late after having to argue with Emma. The twitches made her lips curl to the side a couple times having felt slight discomfort against her abdomen. She grabbed her ticket after she paid at the machine, and saw sadly the women bathrooms were out of order. A long line of men and women waited outside the men’s room. She tossed her arms up. She sighed having become annoyed. She did all she could, hopped on her train, crossed her legs and wiggled the foot that went over the other leg as the train made its destination to the other end of the city where Monica worked.
She got off and ate the rest of her apple as she entered the ladies bathroom. The pressure now stayed there in her abdomen. Nothing extreme, but it was like a hot bubble was growing and pushing against her insides slightly without stopping. There was only a couple stalls in this bathroom, and one was occupied as Monica noticed the other women’s feet. Monica went into the stall but her phone started buzzing.
A text message from her boss Alicia. It read: CODE RED! NEED ALL SUPERVISIORS ON THE PROJECT IN ENTRANCR HALL IN NEXT TWO MINUTES!
“Fuck!” Monica said as she looked at the time. She had to clock in five minutes or she’d be late. She looked down at the toilet, frowned, as there was her relief but there be no way to make it in time to the meeting if she peed. The urk of being a woman, you could not just wiggle it and be done. It was a process. She bounced a little, annoyed, and She bit the last part do her apple and tossed it in the toilet and hit the flush handle with her foot as she left without peeing. The flushing sound causing her to blink hard and raise one leg backwards trying to stay tight and keep it in. The remaining stub of the apple being flushed down the into the plumbing, the twitches in her bladder becoming more aggressive that one would start to try find a bathroom at this point.
To be continued...
Edited May 24, 2019 by Mad Bladder
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Chapter 2—It’s gonna be a hell of a day
Monica kept her legs tight together as she speed walked to work. She brushed her dark hair out of her face smelling her apple shampoo and felt a little sweat on her forehead. No doubt from her gut pumping nerves as her bladder pulsed in a bloated heat motion that felt like a harsh discomfort and made her twitch a bit. She reached the lobby of her engineering firms building where the other workers and supervisors were for ether the city power plant project.
“All right team!” Her boss Mickey said. “At 4 PM today I need all of you at the city hall meeting room. Tons of the town will be there along with lots of new cameras. The mayor will be revealing our plants project initiative and I need one of you to sit up there with me. One of you supervisors.”
Everyone touched their noses except Monica.
“All right then Monica. See you on stage.”
Monica’s eyes widened in shock. Her jaw dropped a little. “Um...Mickey...”
“Get to work everyone!” And the group disbanded.
Monica was left standing there in shock. She suffered from intense stage fright and hated attention on her, even a little. She sighed, and walked off grumpy. She was quickly reminded of her bladders growing need. “Damn,” she said to herself. “I gotta get to the bathroom.” She turned the corner on the floor and paused at the bathrooms in shock, her arms flung up in despair.
Both the men’s and women’s room were locked up with yellow tape around them saying “maintenance, sorry for inconvenience.” She walked to the elevator which was also out of order, and thus used stairs having to face painful bladder bumps along the way. It was as if the universe had something against her. She knew she needed to go bad at this point. Monica never did have the strongest bladder, and having been in sports while in high school she always took in lots of water to stay hydrated, yet she could never hold it back for too long.
She reached the second floor and felt thankful that her relief was just about-
“What the fuck!?” Monica screeched. Her legs shook inwards at the knees as she held back the large bubble of pee that was her bladder. The wall to the men’s and women’s room had been ripped out and the bathrooms were being torn apart at the floor by construction workers. Exposed pipes were all around, a couple of which were leaking and did not help Monica’s unfortunate predicament.
Her friend Marcy passed by. Monica grabbed her and asked, “Marcy! What’s going on with all the bathrooms?”
“They’re remodeling the building. That’s why the meeting is at city hall today and not here.”
Monica’s hands rubbed down her face. “But like...where are we suppose to...?”
Marcy pointed downward. “Outside in the back of the building. They got us a porta potty to do our business. Totally disgusting though.”
Monica let out a sigh and walked to her office where she placed her things on her desk. Her creepy male college intern Brian, who acted as her secretary was there.
“Brian, why didn’t I get a notice about the bathrooms being closed? That’s important stuff to know.”
Brian pointed to her calendar on the wall where on today’s date there was nothing but a drawing of a toilet with an x over it. “I did, see!”
Monica turned to give him an angry look. She walked over with her finger up ready to lecture. “Listen Brian-“ but that’s when her bladder let off a big groan, a pulse that expanded large and wide like s balloon of helium, so much that she kicked one foot back as she crossed her knees together and bounced in place. Brian was clearly turned on by this. But Monica knew her needs were getting VERY serious at this point. The bad feeling of needing to go very bad was staying there, so she would have to put off this lecture until later.
“You ok boss?” Brian giggled.
“Just, get back to work. I need to go take care of an emergency.” And with that she struggled off in the most awkward walk ever.
Another painful trip down the stairs, and then to the back of the building. She was more than ready to release this monster growing inside of her. She had been holding it for an hour at this point. But as she turned the corner, she was horrified to see a long line of other workers, both construction and those of her office standing in line for ONE porta potty. Monica’s lips trembled in disbelief. She pushed her hands into her crotch to hold off another huge pulse, this one kind of painful. She bit her lips and turned her head hoping that when she looked back this would all be in her imagination and there would be no line or other porta potty’s, alas, the same horrifying line was still there.
Monica hurried to the front of the line. Her bladder pulsing harder as she got closer and she started to sweat. “Excuse me but I’m sorry I’m just very desperate and-“
“Me too sweetie,” said the construction worker at the front of the line. “We all are.”
Monica bounced with her legs crossed. “Excuse me Jamie?”
“No Moncia. I’m desperate too.” Which was shown by Jamie’s tightly crossed legs in her black work pants.
“Jack,” she said. “How about after I buy you a drink-“
“I love ya Monica, but I got business to do.”
She went down the line hoping for some mercy among these 20 people. However, none would let her cut. And dropped her head in utter defeat as she waited in the back with her legs crossed, arms tight on her sides in fists, and shaking her hips back and forth. “Why oh why did I have to drink so much coffee?”
The line felt like it took forever, and as each person went which got Monica closer to the front, it only made her more desperate. She felt like a girl who woke up with a morning urge to pee like hell.
“Come on come on come on!” She shrieked in despair, ready to burst. She was finally at the front, dancing foot to foot in her heels which made a clapping sound. She knocked on the door. “I’m sorry but p-please h-hur-hurry!”
After a couple more painful minutes, the door opened, and Monica smiled....however, she she stepped in she was pulled back out and thrown to the side. Jamie was crying and slammed the door.
“What the hell!?” Monica freaked. She tried to pull open the door but it was locked shut. “Jamie I was next.”
“I need a few minutes Monica. Tod just dumped me and usually I cry in the bathroom but this is all I got.”
Monica sweat in close to a nervous breakdown as she kept her legs tight together. She held her abdomen which pulsed like a heart going way too fast. Which given how nervous she had become was likely how her heart seemed.
“Jamie please I have to get in there!”
“No! Go get a drink or something. I need like half an hour at least to deal.”
Monica stood in shock, and her panties and dignity close to doom.
To be continued.... |
Chapter 5–The Ultimate Hold
Monica was tan but turning as red as an apple as sweat was bleeding down her face and she shook on the ground like a pathetic child unable to wait. Her hands burrowed in her crotch, and everyone staring at her as she literally felt like she would explode all over them any second. The pee like a knife feeling like it was cutting through her crotch to escape, the pain unbearable.
“Mam.” Said someone. “Are you ok? Here let us help you up.”
Two more guys came over and even though she shook her head unable to speak due to the terror freezing her lips, her pupils completely dilated from the stress and every muscle tense to the point of cramping, they lifted her off the ground and she kept her legs together tight as possible waving her hips back and forth turning some of the guys on since she was wearing a sexy business outfit.
“Dear what’s wrong?” Asked an old lady from the crowd who came up.
Monica was slouched over, in a huge panic attack. She was going to wet herself here in public, utter humiliation which would ruin her life! Everything she worked so hard for, her reputation ruined forever. That’s when she noticed it.
“Th-th-tr-train station!” She said in a moan. Where she was going to release this morning before it got really bad.
Monica beat past the crowd and ran, ran for her life.
“Mam you dropped your-“ but she was off and didn’t hear them at all.
Monica burst through the doors of the train station seconds from exploding and being humiliated. There it was, the ladies room. She headed over unable to believe she made it, that despite this being the worse she’s ever had to pee in her life she was going to make it. Despite feeling like she would fail and actually have an accident in her twenties. That’s she would make it. That she “WHAT THE FUCK?!” She said.
Monica frozen in terror, shaking all over like she was having spasms from a heart attack. Both bathrooms were closed. Out of order signs posted across the doors and the janitor mopping up puddles that flowed from underneath their entrances. She was just here a a couple hours ago when she finished her apple and tossed it in the toilet, thinking all would be ok. But it wasn’t. It wasn’t and now here she was.
“Wha...what’s wrong with the bathrooms?!” She said as her knees crossed hard, and arms stuck to her sides making huge fists at the waist.
“Some idiot, looks like from the women’s room given how the flood started, tossed an apple core into the toilet and it got stuck in the water valves and since they’re old the pipes burst. Now we all have to wait hours before they can be fixed.”
Monica couldn’t believe it. Her current pain, agony, her issue was caused by HER!!!! She destroyed her last chance. Her last chance at relief. Worse than that!
Seeing all that water and being so close sent her bladder into free fall and a spurt escaped. She crossed her legs hard and arms crossed on her chest as she bent forward. She had to fight SHE HAD TO!!!!
“No no no!!” She cried actual tears. “This can’t be happening!” She squirmed around as people watched and giggled and whispered to each other, knowing exactly what was going on . She could not stop stuttering around on her feet as she danced across the floor each leg crossing over the last. Her clothes drenched in sweat, and about to be drenched in something else.
Another spurt tried to make her panties moister, but at the last second she fought it off shaking it off.
“Hey want to dance baby!” Said some random meat head. He grabbed Monica by the hands and pulled her close and started to dance around which was just her feet dragging on the floor. Her bladder hard as a rock pressing into him which he liked, but his rock hard abs pushed back and strained her bladder. Like squeezing a balloon trying to pop it, that’s what he was doing to her.
He loves feeling her hard tense body and sweat rub on him. Making him feel like they were both naked in a shower this was so hot.
”Let me go asshole!” Monica yelled she tried to push away but he was too strong.
He spun her around and she kept her legs double crossed to the ankles, and dipped her. Crying as it felt like a cinder block was burrowing into the body as her bladder was so massively filled. This hurt. That’s when she slapped up and hit the guy and made a run for it.
She stabilized herself, but this was it. Another huge spasm like the other two which almost destroyed her and that would be it. Her phone buzzed and reminded her of her work commitment. Her boss texted “where are you?!?”
Luckily she kept her phone in her bra, but her purse! She left it on the street! When she went back out it was nowhere to be seen. Her wallet. Her ID. Social security card. Bank cards, credit cards. Spare burner phone for work emergencies. Pictures of her apartment. Everything was in it. As much as she worried, she had to get down the street to the meeting. There was a bathroom there at least. She would be saved...maybe...
to be continued...
*next part final: Monica makes it to her meeting, but when she sees the whole town is at something on a topic which is the last thing the bursting girl needs right now, Monica isn’t sure if she’ll make it! She’s about to burst! She already started!
Edited July 11, 2019 by Mad Bladder
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Heyo. This is my very first story, and it's based off of Super Smash Bros Ultimate, which is one of my favorite games, and contains two of my favorite female characters (even though you can play male corrin, but who does that)
The world of Smash Bros. Ultimate was an interesting world. So many different people, from all sorts of different backgrounds. It was the "Ultimate" meetup place, and everyone was friends with one another until they started fighting.
Lucina and Corrin just so happened to be talking to one another while waiting for their match to begin. They were steeling themselves for this fight, as they would be facing off against each other for the final round of the tournament. Both had made it this far, there was no turning back for either of them.
"May the best girl win," Corrin said cheerfully but sarcastically. "You'll never defeat me as long as I'm around. I've been training my whole life for a fight like this" Lucina retorted. As they prepared their blades, Lucina and Corrin both started feeling all too familiar pangs in their stomachs, as they had experienced the same on the battlefields at home. They were both too prideful to speak of it though and there weren't any bathrooms close by, so they waved it off as unimportant for the time being. The beam of light that was used to teleport fighters appeared in front of them. With their swords by their sides they walked directly into the light, and came out onto their battlefield. Lucina rubbed her eyes and looked around briefly, recognizing the stage as Final Destination. Corrin's beam of light appeared on the other side of the stage, and she marched out proudly. The announcer began the countdown, and after 3 seconds, the battle began.
Both women charged each other, swords clashing and the sounds of grunting as they fought each other with all their strength. Lucina thrusted her sword forwards, yet just as quickly Corrin deflected it back and lunged forward with her own attack. Lucina was knocked backwards onto her knees, and groaned as her stomach gave her a clear warning it needed her bowels empty soon. Corrin smiled at her triumphantly, thinking she might have it in the bag, and clenched her butt as her bowels nearly forced a fart out of her. Lucina and Corrin brushed their need off once more, and ran at each other again with swift and graceful attacks, each one more complicated than the last. Lucina thought to herself that she was going to need to hurry and defeat Corrin if she wanted to get to a bathroom in time, and Corrin thought just the same. Lucina gasped as she involuntarily farted, and Corrin heard it loud and clear. Lucina burned bright red as she felt her pride slipping away, and Corrin was stifling a laugh while also being uncomfortably close to having an accident. Lucina's movements were becoming sloppier, slower, and less graceful as her focus slowly shifted to the mess that was about to explode into her pants. She nearly took 3 hits from Corrin's blade before being knocked backwards onto her back from a smash attack. She groaned as she got onto one knee, and Corrin taunted her by holding her head high in a triumphant stance, while Corrin slowly started to bend her knees from the increasing bowel pressure.
Lucina knew this was it for her, and yet she didn't want it to be true. She moaned as her poop began pushing its way through her, and she couldn't hold it anymore. The diarrhea exploded into her armor, filling it to the brim and causing it to leak out of her pants and run down her legs. She shut her eyes as the torrent of mess kept ruining her clothes, and her bladder involuntarily released itself as well, soaking her underwear even more and warming her legs to the point where she couldn't help but moan in relief. After a full minute of release, her pants were soaked as well as completely ruined by her poop, and a sizeable puddle of pee and poop lay beneath her feet. She began to cry, and threw down her sword away from the mess, as she covered her face in her hands.
Meanwhile, Corrin watched speechlessly as her friend had the worst accident she'd ever seen, which reminded her of her own predicament. Corrin blushed as her bladder and bowels began to threaten emptying themselves, and she had an idea to make Lucina feel better. "Hey. Look at me, Lucina." Corrin stated firmly. Lucina looked upwards, tears streaming down her face. Corrin knew this was gross, but had no other option now. She began pushing both of her loads out.
Her pee started gushing into her armor, soaking her pants underneath and pooling underneath her feet. Her solid logs slid out into her underwear, making them sag and pressing her mess against her skin and clothes quite firmly. Corrin sighed in relief as she finished her accident, and slid onto her knees. Lucina just stared in disbelief, not comprehending what she had just done for a moment. She then started to laugh, and Corrin smiled, knowing it had worked. "...Thank you, Corrin. I'm sorry for disgracing myself in this battle...." she trailed off as her embarrassment took hold. "Don't sweat it," Corrin replied. "After all, I had an accident too."
They both stood up, stepping out of their puddles of mess. "We should probably clean ourselves up...", Corrin mused. "Sure, but after that we're rematching. " Lucina replied, sword in hand again. They both exited the arena, leaving their messy accidents in the past. |
Introductions
Apex Academy is the most sought after school of both magic, military training, and professions that will one day take you to the stars above. Not all can just walk in the front door and expect to start there. No, aside from being a loyal citizen of the Apex Empire and achieve the grades and skills required, there-
Alice: Do you have to read that now? Your already in what does it matter what it says?
Sekai: But… *put the brochure down and acceptance letter*
Alice: Butts are nice, Come on you mean you waited all this time to start reading that? Figured that was stuff done on tv. *Fold arms* You gonna unpack before we go the greeting ceremony in the courtyard?
Sekai: Yeah, best now then later. *looking that the beds* Looks comfy.
Alice: Handmade straight from the capital for your back and butt, unless you sleep on your tummy and chest.
Sekai: *weak giggle*
Alice: Nooo, dont tell me, your one.. One of those sideways sleepers? *grin* Heard those types are good to curl up with on cold nights.
Sekai: *looking away with a shy blush* No way, i sleep anyway i want.
Alice: *giggles* Interesting. I will keep that in mind.
Sekai: *looks back at Alice* Hey you unpack too, stop focusing on other things. *start unpacking and putting clothing in her designated closed*
Alice: *low voice to herself* Well, she's hard to get. *giggles* Or maybe need to loosen her up. *start unpacking*
Ren: *walking into the room and close the door* Hmm… not good…
Sekai: And then we are three. Hiya roomy.
Ren: *turns around against the door in surprise as she looks at them* Wh-what?? But…
Alice: I already explained to her, that butts are nice.
Ren: No no… im not suppose to have… no…
Sekai: *looking at the new girl’s uniform* Your a cadet?
Alice: Hmm…. *looking at the new girl from a distance as she unpacks*
Ren: Um… yes… no… I'm actually a Junior Officer. Im Ren.
Sekai: Call me Sekai. Uhh… Scientist to be. Well under the Priestess Rite.
Alice: *giggles* Commoner and a Religious guide. Cute. guess by my set its obvious. *clears her throat* Im-
Ren: A stuck up, noble girl who can’t tell the difference between paper money and a gold credit chip.
Alice: *pause in shock*
Ren: Alice Vermont, of House Vermont, Royal boot licker of Arch Sanders. The PrimArch is who i live to serve not second of government.
Alice: You little bit-
Sekai: Bits of knowledge and funny things to say. *weak laugh* Maybe we should… change the subject.
Alice: *pouts* Hmmm….
Ren: *looks at Sekai* At least we have someone neutral if there was an argument.
Sekai: *Sigh* Not easy then it looks. The Rite wasn't easy with what's been going on.
Ren: Youth shouldn’t be bothered by the elders business, The PrimArch is trying to settle this. I know.
Alice: Way do all you lower citizens act like this. Just wait it out and it will be fine.
Ren: *glare at Alice* How about you share some of that noble money so some of us don't have to wait for our food to grow before the winter.
Alice: As if, like i would ever give my hard giving money to the lights of your disrespectful as- *looks at Sekai* Butt.
Ren: I didn't say for me, i mean those that truly need it.
Alice: My Father does, We fund the farms affected.
Ren: Your funding blighted farms and dried up fishing areas!!
Alice: Hey what they do with the money is their own business at least we give them something to help. You know what,saying that maybe is not me you should be mad at, maybe those that are suppose to be feeding you.
Ren: Why do your on farms and make your own ships to fish?
Alice: We took note of the financial devastation this industrys would have on us and the people.
Ren: Protect yourselve while letting other handle it…. All the while you focus on the gold industries.
Alice: What are you complaining about boots? You just explained Anoble in a nutshell.
Ren: No!! Its you- ….. Boots?
Alice: Mmmhmm. Your military, your name is Boots.
Ren: ……
Sekai: Hmm… Its a odd name.
Alice: I think its cute.
Ren: *says nothing and goes to her bed and drop her bags*
Alice: Think the nickname was to much for her. *giggles*
Sekei: Maybe…
The academy bell chimes loud across the campus. After the intercom turns on and the principal speaks.
Principal Hawkings: Good Afternoon students and new arrivals, Today like many others before you is a day to show respect for those we honour greatly. Not Just Apex or the PrimArch himself, but also the Foundation of the circle. Each one of the Seven beings of the Apex hold a meaning in every build on this campus.
Alice: *Smiles* Would be happy to see our scientist turn out to be under the Teo form. A tail and cute feline ears would be lovely looking Heru.
Sekai: Sh-shush..
Principal Hawkings: I will see you all in the courtyard in a few hours. Enjoy yourself for you may have made it this far to get here, but know this. To reach Apex, you must keep climbing to that high point. Be it though technology, magic, military might, or just pure devotion to what you hold most true. Let your goal be beyond all expectations.
Sekai: What can be achieved by one person once can be the foundation for many others to climb higher after them to lay their own foundation for others. Your climb may end at the top, but given enough time and more mountain will form so others will be able to climb after you.
Alice: Hmm…. Well i see what side the principal is on.
Ren: Your just mad he didn't recognize the noble abilities.
Alice: Huh? What abilities?
Ren: *laughs* Exactly! Hahaha~
Sekai: *shy giggles can be heard softly*
Alice: *blush and looks away* Shut up you two. *grab a cup from her tea tray and pour herself a cup*
Ren: Hmm? What not gonna share that either?
Alice: Sure. *shrug her shoulders* This is a family special blend, to expensive your you two but way to much for me to drink by myself.
Sekai: *grab a cup and get some tea pour in it by Alice* Thanks,
Ren: *raise an eyebrow and shrugs* I want to be offended but… your family does own some great tea shops. *gets a cup poured by Alice*
Alice: Its fine. Hey look. *sips from her cup* Mmm, Sorry. Forgot we are roommates and should be friends. Not enemies. Easy talking down to someone when you know you will only see them once. You may be a Boots girl but you are cool.
Ren: *drinks abit* Ahh~ Mmm, thanks. I have nothing against nobles, just hate when they think they are better cause the Arch Circle favor them. When it's the PrimArch that takes care of everyone even them.
Sekai: Hey Ren, you ever figured Alice is not like her parents?
Alice: *Says nothing as she drinks and watch*
Ren: Huh? What do your mean? Of course she isnt like them, but she could be like most nobles.
Sekai: Well… Look where she is. The ArchWing Estate is a dom for the nobles of the Academy.
Ren: Hmm? So what? Maybe she wanted to be here. Im sure they will transfer her furniture in here and get rid of what she would be sleeping on.
Sekai: Maybe… maybe you need to look closer at her situation.
Alice: Or she could just look at this. *hand Ren her bag and lay down in her own bed as she drinks a second cup*
Ren: Uhh.. *sit the bag in a chair and finish her first cup and sit it on the table as she slowly opens the bag*
Inside Ren sees come fabric panties and bras
Alice: Well.
Ren: I… didn't want to see your underwear.
Alice: Well i did, point is Sek, is right. Im here without the large support of my parents. Had to use my own money to buy my clothing and food. Guess you could call me a commoner now.
Ren: Uhh…. still didn't want to see your panties. |
Soph had thought up a seriously naughty idea and couldn't wait to tell Jess.
"Sweetie, are you awake??"
"Mhmm, just about" muttered Jess, her cute face stuffed into the huge pillow. She rolled over to face Soph. Soph quickly leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on her forhead and smiled.
"Time for your punishment!!" She smiled down at Jess
"Damn! Forgot about that!" She muttered, still half asleep.
"Right the rules are simple! You leak a spurt of pee whenever I command."
"Wait, is that it?"
"Yup! Simple as that. Lets get showered and get started!"
The girls hurried through their showers. Jess thought carefully about what she was going to pick to wear as she showered and dried. She went into the wardrobe and grabbed a pair of lacey panties, and an extremely bright, patterned pair of leggings. They were black, but they were covered brightly coloured leaves, flowers, and generally artistic shapes. She then grabbed a pair of sketchers trainers that she knew would tease Soph if she wore on her delicate bare feet.
"People are going to be staring at you wearing those Jess! Are you sure they are a good idea?!" Soph murmured as she watched mesmorized as Jess pulled the leggings up tightly over her lacey panties and around her cute butt.
"Ahhh! Now you see, everyone will be looking at the amazing patern and all the funky colours Soph! The black bit in between my legs will hide any wetness and the pattern will keep peoples attention away from my pussy!" Jess was smiling as if she had done this before.
"Go on then! Leak!" Demanded Soph.
"What?! Now?!"
"Yup! Go on, hurry up!"
Jess focused on her pee hole muscles and released for a second. The hot pee spurted out and hit the fabric that was pulled up tight against her pussy lips. She felt the pee spread quickly between her freshly washed little pussy lips and knew full well that her delicate private area would be a pissy little mess by the end of the day! Just how she liked it!
"You're right! I can barely see it!" Giggled Soph. "Looks like I will be able to be braver than I thought with my demands!"
Jess blushed. Already she could feel her self getting turned on by this challenge. She quickly grabbed her sneakers and gently slid her gorgeous little feet into them, maintaining eye contact with Soph as she did so.
"Bet you can't wait to get at these little cuties tonight can you Soph?"
"I never can sweetie!" she said, blushing in front of Jess.
As soon as Soph had got her self dressed she announced that the first thing they would be doing together would be some chores around the house!
Soph was in charge of mopping, Jess was in charge of polishing and tidying.
She watched with excitement as Jess stretched, leaned, bent over and moved things in her ultra tight leggings and every opportunity she could she demanded Jess to soak her dainty pussy with yet another leak!
Jess reached up on her tip toes to dust the top of the door frame. Soph watched as she stretched up as high as possible.
"Leak!" Shouted Soph. Instantly Jess' pee hole did as commanded and a hot jet of pee sprayed into her tight panties, splashing through the fabric and dripping onto the tops of her sneakers and the laminate floor between her feet.
"This is the best challenge you've ever come up with Soph!" Jess teased. "My poor pussy is going to be such a pissy little mess all day!"
"Leak!"
Again Jess blasted a hot jet of pee into her panties and leggings. Her pussy quivered with excitement!
The cleaning passed quickly. Jess had been comanded to leak at least 8 times by Soph and by now there was a little damp patch clinging tightly between her legs. There were also various little puddles around the house that Soph then had to mop up!
"What are we doing next Soph?" Asked an anxious Jess. Blushing with the exictement. It was obvious that her little pussy was starting to tingle with pleasure as her face had gone a light shade of red. Soph loved it when Jess looked like this as it meant that she would be ravenous in the bedroom later!
"We are going to go shopping! We need some food and I want to take you out into public!"
"Soph! People will definitely see! I can't leak in a shop!"
"Oh well in that case then you will be punished! No orgasms for 2 weeks!"
"Fine! I will try, but I can't go much!"
"Just a couple of nice little spurts will be fine Jess" Giggled Soph.
They girls clambered into Jess' car. She was sat comfortably on a nice folded thick towel. The wet patch was hardly visible even when being looked at from close up. She felt safe to be walking around the shop, but physically peeing her self, that was another ball game all together!
Walking into the shop the girls grabbed a basket and headed up the vegetable isle. It was quiet and no one was around. Jess was seriously nervous and she knew full well what was coming any time soon.
"Leak hun!" whispered Soph.
"What now?!"
"Yup! Leak!"
Jess glanced around quickly. She pulled her leggings up as tight as she could and spread her legs a little bit. She relaxed slowly and as soon as she felt her pussy lips tingle with the hot pee she slammed her pee hole shut. A tiny little dribble escaped perfectly through the tight fabric and dripped onto the floor between her feet.
"Good girl!" whispered Soph in her ear.
It was in the next isle that things got a little more difficult. There were quite a few people about and Jess was seriously nervous. She had never leaked or peed this close to people before! Suddenly she heard the dreaded word.
"Leak!"
Again her pee muscles relaxed. This time she spent no time spreading her legs as people would have seen. The hot pee errupted from her little pee hole and spread through the fabric of her panties and between her wet pussy lips. She instantly managed to stop the flow allowing only the tiniest of drops to dampen her little pussy again.
"Ooooh Jess! You're so daring!"
"I am! But I can't keep doing much more! People will notice!"
"Okay hun! Just one more." Whispered Soph with the cutest smile on her face.
Soph waited until the girls were at the check out. Jess reached into her purse to pull out her card.
"I think there was a LEAK in one of the fridge areas on isle 2" Soph said to the lady on the check out.
Jess panicked. Her pussy tingled and her pee hole did as commanded once more. A hot jet once again sprayed into the fabric of her panties and leggings. This time a little trickle escaped through the leggings and splashed onto her shoes directly below. She quickly paid, and the girls hurried out the store. Jess' pussy lips being rubbed and massaged by the hot pissy fabric of her panties!
"Let's go for some lunch Jess!" Said Soph as soon as they had left the shop.
"That was so scary!" Blurted Jess. "People might have seen!"
"Who cares! It's only a little pee stain!" Giggled Soph as she pulled Jess towards her favorite pub.
The girls settled onto a nice bench out in the garden. They had both ordered some drinks and food. Soph caught Jess was inspecting how obvious the wet patch was between her legs.
"You can't see it at all Jess! Honest!" Soph muttered.
"I think I can. Look it looks darker than the rest of the fabric!" She said, pulling the front of her leggings up tight between her legs.
"Don't worry about it Jess!"
The drinks arrived quickly. Carried by one of Jess' friends who worked at the pub.
"Here you go ladies." She said as she placed the drinks onto the table. "Oh by the way, There is a leak in the ladies toilets, if you gotta pee use the disabled ones. Hopefully we'll have the leak fixed soon."
Jess glanced at Soph.
"You didn't tell her did you!!"
"Course not! Now you heard her! Tinkle baby!"
Jess let a huge spurt out. The fabric instantly warmed up and clung even closer to her puffy lips.
"And another! She said it twice!"
Another big spurt sprayed from Jess' throbbing pussy. It splashed through the fabric and down onto the patio floor below.
"People might see the puddle!"
"Don't worry. It'll dry soon enough."
They settled and began eating once the food had arrived. Jess crossed her legs and felt her pee soaked pussy lips get squeeze between her thighs. She wiggled her foot which gently rocked her thigh and massaged her pissy clit between her throbbing flaps.
"I'm SERIOUSLY turned on right now Soph! She whispered. "You better be ready to eat me when we get home! I am gonna come so hard!"
Soph felt her pussy throb with excitement. She didn't care how stinky and pissy Jess' pussy got, she just loved eating it!
"We have so much left to do though before you get to that Jess. She can wait!"
"Fine! But rememeber, every leak you make me do makes my pussy a pissier little mess."
"I know! Don't you worry about that Jessie! Oh... By the way! Leak!"
Jess instantly released yet another huge spurt into her panties. Her pussy quivered with excitement and she re-crossed her legs tight, squeezing her throbbing clit tight between her pissy lips. This was around her 15th leak of the day and by now she was sure that her poor little pussy would be really rather scented. What a naughty girly she was being!
The girls finished their meals. Soph looked at Jess.
"You ready to go hun?" She said. Jess looked down between her legs and nodded.
"Yup. I'm dry enough!" She smiled.
They left the pub. Where Jess had been sat there was a little dark patch on the wooden bench. Who would know it was caused by a pissy little pussy!
On the way back Soph guided Jess to the nearby park. She had bought their favorite books and wanted to just sit in the sun and relax reading for a bit. They arrived and Soph unfolded the picnic blanket and settled her self onto it. She kicked her converse off and wiggled her delicate little toes as the cool breeze drifted over them.
"Feels so good to get those off! They were so hot!" She said as she smiled at Jess. "Why don't you get your cute little feet out sweety?"
Jess kicked her shoes off and revealed her two beautiful little bare feet.
"I love your little feets Jess! Always so dainty and cute! I wanna kiss them!" She muttered as her face reddened.
"You can later!" Replied Jess, wiggling her gorgeous little toes in front of Soph.
"I think you should leak hun. I don't want that little pussy getting too dry!"
For the 16th time in the day Jess blasted another hot jet of pee into her panties and then lay down on the blanked next to Soph with her legs crossed tightly.
"Honestly Soph. I am the horniest I have ever been right now!" She said as she slid her hand down between her crossed legs and gave her pussy a gently squeeze. She removed her hand and brought it up to her face. "Oh, and I smell amazing too!"
Soph blushed, hid behind her book, and began reading. A muffled word came from behind the pages.
"Leak"
Jess did as demanded and felt the little spurt trickle down between her clamped together pussy lips and under her bum. What a naughty feeling it was!
Over the next hour Soph continued to demand leaks from Jess. By the time they were ready to leave an hour and a half later Jess had leaked another 6 times! Her pussy was a sopping mess and she was tingling with pure pleasure constantly by now! Her clit begging to be massaged and teased. 22 leaks over a 6 hours all wet and pissy was really making her want to play!
When it was time to leave Jess stood up off the blanket and looked down. There was a perfect bum shaped damp patch on the material.
"You dirty girly!!" whispered Soph with excitement. "You've peed all over the blanket!"
Jess blushed and quickly looked between her legs to check for a wet patch. It was hardly visible. The same couldn't be said for her bum.
"Look at you little wet butt Jess!" Soph giggled. "We better let that dry a bit before we leave!"
Jess quickly sat back down on a dry section of the blanket. She slid her delicate bare feet back into her sneakers and watched as Soph did the same.
"Give it 10 minutes and I think you'll be dry enough hun." Whispered Soph. She reached over and grabbed the front of Jess' leggings and yanked them up hard between her legs watching as a damp little camle toe formed between her girlfriends legs. "I bet she stinks Jess!"
"Course she does! She's been pee soaked for like 7 hours Soph! You better lick her clean when we get home!"
"Not when we get home! Just before bed.... If you're lucky!"
"What do you mean, if I'm lucky?!"
"I might make you sleep with a dirty little pussy yet. I don't know!"
"You'll regret it if you do Soph!" Muttered Jess under here breath.
The 10 minutes passed and Jess' leggings had dried to an acceptable dampness. The girls packed up and began the walk back to their house. Jess was getting more and more horny by the second as the wet panties and leggings clung to her quivering little pussy.
"Calm down cutie! You'll get your pleasure later!" She whispered cutely to her pussy as she walked. Soph heard and giggled. She loved it when Jess sounded as though she was teasing her little pussy.
When they arrived home Jess quickly hurried into the bedroom and dived onto the bed. Her pussy was throbbing with pleasure and she wanted to come! Badly! Soph hurried in after her and found her lay on the bed with a hand down the front of her tight leggings.
"Oi! Stop it!! That's my job! I decide when you get to come!" Jess quickly slid her hand out from between her legs she thought she knew what was coming next but Soph decided something different.
"You will be punished for that Jess. Take your shoes off!" Jess did as she was ordered and slid her delicate little feet out of her sneakers. "Okay, now squat on the floor" again she followed Sophs commands. Soph grabbed both of Jess' sneakers she slid one between Jess' legs. "Now leak for 3 seconds!"
"Serious! Soph I don't deserve to be punished!"
"Leak or you will be punished even more!" Jess released her delicate pissy pee hole and felt the hot pee spray into her panties. A trickle poured out through the fabric and Soph held Jess' shoe under the trickle.
"Now the other one. Leak again Jess" Once again she did as commanded. "Now, put your shoes back on you dirty girly!"
Jess slid her beautiful little feet back into her wet sneakers. Her toes hit the warmth first and she quivered. How was this feeling good?! She thought to her self as she slid her foot full into the sneaker. She did the same with the other and then looked at Soph.
"Now! If I catch you touching that pissy little pussy of yours again there will be an even greater punishment. Now come and help me make tea!"
Jess followed Soph into the kitchen, her toes squishing around in her soft wet sneakers and her pussy lips massaging her pee soaked little clit between her legs. She was trying so hard not to touch her self but being this horny was making it very difficult!
During the cooking of the tea Soph kept commanding Jess to leak. Every little dribble tickled her quivering pussy even more and by the time the tea was cooked there was plenty of little tiny pee puddles all over the kitchen tiles. The girls both settled opposite each other at the table and began eating.
"So, how's your little pussy doing Jess?" Teased Soph.
"She needs to come! BADLY!"
"Aww I bet she does! I bet your cute little clitty is throbbing like crazy!" Continued Soph.
"Mhmmm" Mubbled Jess with a mouth full of food.
It was then that she felt something between her legs!! Soph had slid her gorgeous little foot out of her sneakers and had slipped it up between Jess' legs. She gently pressed her toes onto the front of Jess' pee soaked pussy and started moving her foot around in a circular motion.
"Sophhh!!! Stop!!! I'll squirt in my panties!!" Quivered Jess as she felt Sophs delicate toes tickling her pee soaked little clitty.
"Mmmmm you feel so warm and nice Jessie. My little toes are getting all pissy!" Soph changed foot and got her other soft little toes all pissy as well. She could see Jess going cross eyed and knew she could quite easily make her squirt on her feet if she wanted too.
"Please stop Soph! I know you will want to punish me if I come too soon!" Soph couldn't argue. She wanted to tease Jess to orgasm so she could punish her. She slid her foot from between her legs and put both her pissy little feet back into her converse.
"Thank you!" Mumbled Jess, her pussy throbbing excitedly between her legs.
"Leak sweety!" Jess did as ordered and sprayed a hot jet into her leggings. She must have been up to around 30 leaks by this point! What a dirty girly she was being!
Once the girls had finished tea Soph began washing up. Jess sat and played on her phone with her pussy quivering between her legs. She placed her hand on the outside of her leggings and began softly rubbing her self. Soph walked back into the dining room and caught her in the act yet again!
"JESS!" She shouted "What did I tell you?!"
"I wasn't trying to orgasm Soph! I... I was just feeling how wet I was!"
"Yeah, sure you were! Get your shoes off!"
Jess did as she was told. Soph was clearly not happy with her being an naughty girl and she did deserve to be punished!She slid her delicate damp little feet out of her sneakers and got into a squat position, ready to be made to pee in her shoes again.
"Stand up!" Ordered Soph.
"What? Why?"
"Do it!" Jess quickly stood up and watched as Soph grabbed both her sneakers.
"What are you doing?" mumbled Jess.
"Watch!" Soph squat her self down, shifted her skirt out the way and held one of Jess' sneakers up between her legs. Without even pulling her panties to the side she released a hot torrent of pee straight through them and into Jess' shoes. She stared straight into Jess' eyes as she peed for 3 seconds and then clamped off the flow and switched to the other shoe. Again a torrent of pee dribbled through her panties. Jess felt her pussy spasm between her legs. Her clit was so swolen and tingly right now and she wanted to come so so badly. Even more so now that Soph was a little pissy mess as well!
"Now, put them back on! We are going for a walk!" Ordered Soph.
Jess did as she was told. She slid her delicate little feet into the pee soaked sneakers and felt the hot pee endulge her beautiful soles. Her pussy throbbed again and she went to touch it before realising what that would mean and stopping her self.
Soph grabbed Jess' arm and dragged her straight out the house.
"Where are we going Soph?"
"Oh just for a nice walk around the park. We'll only be an hour."
A whole hour with hot wet little feet and her pussy being rubbed against her pee soaked panties sounded like pure heaven to Jess. She was very excited.
The walk started quietly. There was no one around, Soph wasn't demanding leaks. It was just a nice relaxing walk, with wet little tootsies in her comfy sneakers and her tingly little pussy damp with pee. Perfect she thought to her self. As soon as someone was coming towards them though she heard Soph speak up.
"Leak baby!" Jess obayed and sprayed yet another hot jet of pee into her panties. She once again felt the pee spread out between her slippy, pissy little lips and it bathed her delicate clit in the hot fluid. She walked gingerly past the other person, her pussy being massaged between her firm thighs.
"Good girly Jess! giggled Soph. "I bet your dirty little pussy loved that!"
The girls walked until almost sun down. Each little leak teasing Jess more and more.
"Do you know how many times your dirty little pussy has leaked on it's self today Jess?" Quized Soph.
"No idea? Have you been counting?" She said excitedly.
"Yup! 49 times! 49!! You have soaked that dirty little girly of yours 49 times Jess! And the 50th is going to be a big one!"
Jess looked worried. What did Soph mean by "A big one?"
"Stand there Jess. Legs together." Jess stood in front of Soph. She looked very nervous. "Now. Empty your whole bladder!"
"Are you serious?! People might see!!" Mubbled Jess quietly.
"Yup! Do it and you will be rewarded!"
Jess was looking forward to her reward. She checked no one was around, decided it was dark enough, and released her pee hole muscles. The pee flooded down the insides of her legs like a waterfall. An endless flood of pure relief. She soaked her sneakers and bathed her beautiful little feet in the torrent, finally finishing after near enough 50 seconds. Soph had watched excitedly throughout the entire time. She was loving making Jess do as she ordered.
"How did that feel?"
"Heavenly!" Replied Jess, her heart racing with excitement and her pussy throbbing with pleasure. "Now I really have to come Soph!!"
"Not till later!" Bossed Soph. "Now, sit on that bench!"
Jess sat her self on the bench. Soph looked at her and then climbed onto her lap. She was facing towards Jess at this point and had her legs wrapped around either side of Jess' waist. Soph pussy was directly above Jess' and was pressed firmly against Jess' lower tummy. Jess could feel the damp cold fabric of Sophs panties pressed against her tummy and instantly her pussy throbbed even harder with excitement.
Soph leaned forward and began passionately kissing Jess' tender lips. She pulled her self as close as physically possible to her and kissed, teased and touched her all over. Suddently Jess felt it! A hot fluid, pouring down between her legs! Soaking her inner thighs and pussy! Soph was peeing her self all over Jess!
"This feels SOOOOOOOOO good Jess" Whispered Soph as her pee flooded down into Jess panties and between her little pussy lips. "I had to pee soooo bad!" teased Soph.
"I'm gonna come Soph! I have to my pussy is a quivering little mess!!" whispered Jess, hardly able to breath due to the waves of pleasure.
"Not yet baby!!"
The last few trickles escaped from Sophs pissy little pussy and she stood up. She looked at Jess and in the dimming light she was convinced that no one would be able to tell she was wet even if they tried to.
"Come on you dirty girly! Lets get you home!" She tugged at Jess' arm and pulled her up of the bench.
"I'm totally drenched Soph!" Muttered Jess as she started walking. "You can hear the pee in my shoes!" She stomped along making a loud sloshing noise with each step.
"It's only 20 minutes home, no one will notice hun."
Hurrying back made Jess extra horny. Her panties, now soaked with Sophs hot pee with rubbing her like crazy between her legs, her feet were splashing around in her super comfy sneakers and her clit was getting massaged by the throbbing pee soaked pussy lips with every step she took. Walking became harder and harder as a wave of pleasure grew between her legs!
"Soph! I'm gonna come!!!" She blurted.
"You better not Jess!" Soph turned and quickly grabbed Jess' arm. "Don't you dare come without me!"
"I'm so close!! We have to stop for a second!" Soph did as Jess asked. She couldn't begin to imagine how good Jess must be feeling having spent an entire day re-wetting her pantes and then being soaked by her girlfriend.
"Okay baby. Lets just stand here and calm our selves down a little shall we?"
"Mhmmm" murmured Jess. Focusing on not squirting in her tight little panties.
A few minutes passed and Jess slowly relaxed. It was very hard for her to focus on anything other than how bad she wanted to orgasm but somehow she managed it. She smiled at Soph and nodded that she was okay to continue. Once again every step she took was yet more teasing of her cute little pussy. Her panties were still clinging just as tightly and her gorgeous little feet were still just as soaked as before.
"Just 2 more minutes Jess and I will make you explode with pleasure!" Whispered Soph.
"Mhmhmhhhmhm!" Jess stuggled to speak anything useful.
As soon as they were at the door Soph hurridly opened it. She shoved Jess into the house first following right behind. As soon as Jess was in she grabbed Soph and dragged her up into the bedroom. She shoved Soph onto the bed and pulled her panties down.
"What are you doing Jess?!" shouted Soph. "Your poor pussy! She needs to come!"
"Yours first you dirty girly!" She muttered as she lifted up Sophs skirt and disappeared underneath. Soph had never felt anything like it. Jess' tongue was working magic on her throbbing pee soaked little pussy and she couldn't control her waves of pleasure. Soph's back arched as Jess upped the pace with her tongue. Wave after wave of pleasure overcame Soph and suddenly one took control. There was nothing she could do, her pussy pulsated and let out a huge squirt all over Jess. Her orgasmic moans filled the room and Jess just carried on licking as if nothing had happened.
"Jess!! Jess!! I've already come!"
Jess ignored Sophs pleas and continued ravenously eating her pissy pussy. Another huge wave overcame Soph and without any warning another huge jet released from between her legs. She felt her legs go totally numb with pleasure and she could hardly move! She was paralysed with release.
Panting loudly Soph whispered to Jess.
"That... was..... amazing!!" She attempted to stand but her legs were like Jelly. "I... I can hardly stand up!"
Jess smiled looking proud of her work. She looked up at Sophs beautiful face and then stood up.
"Do you want to go to bed hun? I bet you're worn out after that!"
"But Jess! I have to lick you clean!"
"Oh that can wait hun! I've had my fun now! Making you come that hard is enough for me."
"Noooo I must Jess! Your poor little pussy deserves a release as good as mine had!"
Jess hurried off into the bathroom and came back with a freshly washed face. She sat her self on the bed next to Soph wearing just her stinky panties.
"Soph, you don't have to at all. She's such a pissy little mess and I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to."
Jess looked down between her legs and pulled her panties to the side. Her pussy was a hot pink colour and was throbbing like crazy.
"Ohhhh look at her!!! She's so cute!! Who'd think that a pussy that beautiful would spend 11 hours all pissy and dirty!"
"She's wet with your pee Soph! She's tingling like crazy!"
"I have to eat her Jess! I just have to!"
"Okay then hun. If you insist."
Jess slid her self to the edge of the bed and sat with her legs together. Her gorgeous little feet still glistening with pee. Soph grabbed either side of Jess' panties and gently pulled them down from between her legs. The scent of Jess' pissy pussy was rather strong but Soph had gotten used to it and was not phased at all. She then slid her own panties down and stared at Jess as she slid Jess' pee soaked panties up between her legs and over her delicate pussy.
"Mmmmmm they feel so good Jess." She said as she massaged the wet panties against her throbbing lips.
Jess smiled and touched her delicate pussy and invited Soph to begin. Soph quickly grabbed a chair and settled her self onto it, legs spread wide. She grabbed Jess' pee soaked little feet and placed them between her legs on the chair and then slid forward to her pussy was sat pressed against the tops of Jess' feet. She pushed her knees apart and spread her stinky pee soaked pussy wide before leaning in and begining to eat.
It took a matter of seconds for Jess to be writhing around in waves of pleasure. Soph was rocking her hips backward and forward massaging her own pee soaked pussy against Jess' wet little feet and was starting to get overcome with pleasure her self. She kissed, licked and tickled every last bit of Jess' pee soaked pussy.
"Ooooh I see your little pee hole!!" She giggled "She's such a pissy little cutie!" She giggled before aiming her tongue directly at it. "Yummy! I love licking a smelly little pee hole Jessie!"
Jess couldn't control her pleasure for much longer. Her legs shook with pleasure as a wave overcame her. Instantly a blast of her warm squirt sprayed all over Soph and almost as fast as she had squirted Soph's pussy lost control and squirted for a 3rd time! This time all over Jess' pee soaked little feet.
"OMG Soph you dirty girl!!" muttered a panting Jess. "Lick my soaked little feet clean!" she demanded.
Soph lifted each of Jess' feet up in front of her face one at a time and licked every last mm of her soft beautiful soles and toes. Then as soon as she had finished she dived straight back in between Jess' legs. Her pussy still needed a lot of licking clean! |
It was still day. Mavis and Johnny were visiting Johnny's parents. They were driving car for few hours already. Mavis was wearing black, thight shirt and black tight leggings with dark purple straps. She was also wearing small black panties with pink heart on them in place of vagina. They were talking and laughting a lot during that travell.
- We've been in car for few hours already, don't you have to pee? - Johnny asked Mavis.
- Oh, we vampires have very big bladders. I can hold it all day without going to pee in the morning. - Answered Mavis.
- That's cool. Have you ever peed yourself? - Asked Johnny.
- Oh, not really. I was once about to, but I've never peed myself. - Answered Mavis blushing.
After 2 hours it was dark outside. The fuel was low, so Johnny stopped at the nearest fuel station. After getting fuel, Johnny went to paid and drove car few meters away.
- Let's go inside and eat something - He said. Mavis agreed, she was very hungry by now. Before getting food Johnny went to toilet.
- Can you order 2 large hotdogs for me and 2 big glasses of that pink weird looking liquid? - Mavis asked Johnny when he went out of toilet.
- Oh, that's shake. It's tastes really good. - Said Johnny and ordered 2 big glasses of pink shake, 3 large hot dogs, one for him and 2 for Mavis. After 10 minutes they got their order done. Mavis ate her hot dogs pretty fast, and drank one shake.
- It's amaaaazing! - She said and drank another glass in few seconds.
- Wait, you can get brain freeze! - Johnny warned Mavis, who began to laught.
- We vampires don't have brain-freeze. - She said.
When they were about to leave, Mavis noticed that there were 7 other shake flavours!
- Johnny, can I have quarter glass of every flavour? - Asked Mavis.
- Okay - Johnny answered and bought her what she wanted. Mavis drank every glass in 3 minutes.
- It was amazing! - Mavis yelled.
- Mavis, do you have to pee? We won't stop until reaching my parents' house. - Johnny asked.
- I don't have to. - answered Mavis.
- Are you sure? We have 8 hours until getting to my parents' house. You should go to toilet. - Said Johnny.
- Okay, okay if you want me to go then I'll go - Said Mavis and went to restroom. She went to toilet, but haven't used it. She just stood here for 2 minutes, so Johnny would think that she have emptied her bladder. She didn't knew why she has done that. Maybe just to test her bladder. She haven't feel any urge yet.
- Okay, let's go! - Mavis said to Johnny after getting out of restroom.
After 2 hours of travell, Mavis started to feel little urge. It was nothing she had to worry about. "I can surely hold it, can't I?" - She thought. Hour after that, Mavis started to think if it was good idea to not pee in that fuel station. Her urge was now a little bigger, which worried her. Usually she was going to toilet at this point. After one more hour Johnny said:
- Four more hours left! We'll be passing some nice waterfalls in 20 minutes!
Information about waterfalls has worried Mavis. They were always making her leak few droplets when she was little. While they were passing them, she crossed her legs tightly and put hand on her crotch. Johnny noticed that and asked:
- Is everything alright?
- Yes... Waterfalls just always made me leak when I were little. - She said and blushed.
- Quite understandable... All that water dropping with hissing sound as you were peeing. - Said Johnny.
- Can we change topic? - Mavis asked. Her urge grew, and saying how waterfalls acted was just making it worse.
After 40 minutes Mavis' urge grew a lot. She really had to go. She wasn't sure if she'll made it until reaching Johnny's parents house. She tried not to show her desperation. The only thing was changing position pretty often. After 20 minutes Johnny stopped car and got two 2l bottles of water from backsits. Mavis ignoring her urge drank 3/4 of the bottle in 3 minutes. Johnny drank only 1/4 of the bottle.
- 2 hour, 30 minutes left! - Said Johnny when he started car.
After 30 minutes Mavis felt effect of water which she drank. Her urge was now pretty big. She was tightly crossing her legs all the time now. After 30 more minutes she was holding her crotch with one hand. Johnny was very tired now, and haven't spotted that. After another 30 minutes Mavis was holding her crotch with her both hands, one under her leggings.
- When we'll be there? - Mavis asked.
- In one more hour. - Johnny replied and looked at Mavis. - Do you have to pee? - he asked her.
- Just a bit - Said Mavis. It was far from truth. In fact she was at point, where she could pee herself any minute. 10 minutes later Mavis felt few droplets of pee going in her panties. Her face gone red.
- Somwthing happened? - Asked Johnny.
- I just leaked a bit - Said Mavis.
- Do you want to stop in bushes to pee? - Asked Johnny.
- I don't like peeing outside. - Replied Mavis.
After 5 minutes Mavis leaked again. Now there was visible small wet spot on her leggings, as big as golf ball. She has put her hand under her panties now. After 3 minutes car bounced. It made her leak, now the spot was as big as tennis ball. After a while she leaked for 7 seconds. She could feel her whole panties becoming wet and hot. She liked that feeling. She could feel stream running down her leg to feets. After 4 minutes, during which Mavis leaked few times, she started to pee herself completly. Her whole leggings were now transparent from wetness. She couldn't stop that. Her seat was soaked. By that relief she started to moan, and got orgasm. Johnny just watched her peeing for 5 minutes.
- Please don't tell Drac about that... - said Mavis, and went to get towel and clothes for change. |
My day seemed to start normally, but I will admit I don't remember most of it from before I'd come downstairs.
Walking into the front room of our share-house in my pyjamas, nothing was out of the ordinary. Sarah's sat in the middle of the room in her green jammies, cross-legged and focused on the game of Battlefront 2 on the screen. I stand behind her and watch for a bit.
"Having fun?" I ask,leaning over her.
"Mmhmm." She grunts, not looking away from her screen. I stay stood behind her for a while, watching her try and fail to land a fighter inside an Imperial Star Destroyer. So far she's managed to crash two X-wings into the wall, and get shot down by the autocannons. Every time she fails she sighs angrily.
"Not going so well?"
"Do you wanna give it a go?" She retorts, looking up at me angrily.
"Yeah alright." I answer. She doesn't bother giving me the controller though, instead she respawns and runs for another X-wing. As it leaves the hangar for another doomed flight, I feel something warm creeping over my toes.
"Sarah?" I ask, looking down to see a puddle beneath her emerging from her backside, soaking into the carpet.
"Yeah?"
"Are you pissing yourself?"
"What? Oh, ha, yeah." She says, clicking at the control sticks, not reacting to this at all. I knew Sarah could be lazy, but I never had her down for pissing-herself-lazy. Her X-wing collides head first with a TIE fighter. She sighs and drops the controller. A sharp hiss erupts from beneath her and the puddle spreads a little faster for a second. I take a step back and rub my toe on the carpet.
"Why are you pissing yourself?" I ask in a resigned voice. This is a whole new level for her.
"Uh, ‘cause I had to pee? Duh?" She responds. She picks up the controller again, wiping the bottom clean, before respawning once more. I take a step back to consider what I'm looking at.
Sarah's bit of a pudgy girl - not massive, but certainly not in shape. Her brunette hair hangs unceremoniously down her shoulders, not brushed or cleaned. Her undone green PJ top hangs loosely over her body, and underneath are her dark green pants, with an even darker patch blossoming around her backside. The beige carpet beneath her has a matching, growing stain underneath a growing puddle. I look back up to the screen just in time to watch her X-wing blown to pieces by an enemy TIE-fighter. She makes and angry grunt and quits the game. Before I have time to say anything, Amy walks into the room.
"Are you still playing that Star Wars game?" Amy says, walking in. She slumps down onto the couch, letting her house coat flop open. She swings around and kicks her feet up onto the arm-rest.
"Not anymore." Sarah says, leaning forward to eject the disc from the PS2. Her wet backside waves in the air as she does, with more fresh urine pouring out of her PJs. She takes the disc and sits back down on the floor, her ass landing with a wet splat.
"She just pissed herself." I say, turning to Amy. Amy looks up at me.
"Yeah?" She says.
"What do you mean, 'yeah?'" I ask, putting a hand on my hip. "Sarah just sat there and pissed herself!"
"What's your deal today?" Sarah asks, turning to me. I look at her. She doesn't seem bothered by the puddle beneath her. She picks herself off the floor and clambers to her feet, dripping as she does.
"My deal?" I ask. "MY deal?"
"Yeah, what's up Lauren?" Amy asks, picking up the TV remote. "You're acting like she's doing something wrong?"
It's this point when I realised something was up. It's also this point that I left the room in a confused and angry huff.
I walk into the kitchen to catch Natalie rooting through my cupboard. She pulls out one of my tea bags and drops it into her cup. She turns around to the kettle, going bright red when she sees me in the corner of the room.
"Making tea, are you Nat?" I ask, leaning on the door.
"Uhh....no?"
"So what are you doing with my tea bags?"
"Err."
"I pay for those tea bags."
"W-would you like some tea?"
"Yeah alright." I say, stepping into the room. I take over from Natalie, taking out a second tea bag. "Do you want one?"
"Yes please!" She says, grinning and bouncing on the spot.
"I don't mind." I tell her, taking another cup out the cupboard. "But at least ask. I don't like coming home to find all my stuff is gone."
"Sure." She says. She walks over to the table, pulling back a chair. She leans onto the table.
Natalie's our newest house-mate, replacing Annabell who left last month. She still has to learn the rules of the house. And apparently me reminding her of the 'don't take my stuff' rule every day isn't enough to teach her. I can't help but like her though. She's a skinny girl, hazel-skinned and with curly brunette hair down to her jaw. Her green eyes look lovingly up at me over her smile. She always gives me this look when I make her tea.
"So how's your morning?"
"Weird." I tell her, turning my head to look at her. She's prodding the banana in the fruit bowl. "I walked into the lounge to catch Sarah wettting herself, and then Amy acts like it's nothing odd. Then I catch you stealing my tea again."
"Right." She says, not really listening.
"Otherwise, not much worth mentioning." I say, turning back to take the milk out the fridge.
"Making tea, Lauren?" Comes Sarah's voice as she walks into the kitchen with wet foot-falls. She walks over to the counter, PJ's still soaked and clinging to her skin.
"See what I mean?" I ask Natalie, staring at Sarah's soaked crotch. Sarah looks to Natalie and shrugs.
"I like your new PJs, Nat!" Sarah says.
"Thanks!" Nat responds, perking up. "I think they're such a great shade of purple, and the paisley pattern really brings that out!"
"Oh for sure." Sarah says. "And those shorts are so cute!"
"That's why I picked 'em!" Nat says. She stands up and does a little twist to show them off. "I think they might be a little loose though."
I decide to tune out of their fascinating conversation and go back to making tea. I drop a third tea bag into a third cup just in time for the kettle to finish. I lean over, pick it up, and pour it into the first cup. When the water finished pouring, the splashing doesn't stop however. And now it's coming from behind me. I turn to see why.
Natalie and Sarah are stood talking by the table. That's normal.
They're still talking about Nat's pyjama choice. That's normal.
Sarah's PJs are wet and clinging to her. That's normal.
And Natalie's legs are glistening as pee pours down them, through her PJ shorts. That's very much not normal.
"Natalie?" I say, placing the tea cup on the counter.
"Yeah?" She says, spinning to look at me. Facing me head on, I get a full view of the dark patch spreading over her crotch; the pale yellow urine splatter down her legs; the growing puddle beneath her feet. She's wetting herself. She's stood there, all innocent-faced, wetting herself, and quite casually too. Not even remotely bothered by the pee splashing down her legs. Sarah doesn't even react when Natalie's presumably-still-warm puddle begins to envelop her left foot.
"Sorry - am I going nuts?" I ask, too dumbstruck to look away from the streaks running down Natalie's skin. The electric light above is reflected almost perfectly between her feet - or it would be if it weren't from the ripples as more and more is added to the puddle.
"Yeah, but that's nothing new.” Sarah laughs, pushing Natalie's shoulder gently.
"No no no no no." I say, frowning. “You've both just pissed yourselves."
"Well I can see why you don't need glasses." Sarah says, grinning. "Any other genius observations?"
"Only thing I observe is you not making tea." Natalie pipes up.
I don't know how to respond. So I turn around at the tea cups again. One cup is full, and the other two are waiting. I can't quite wrap my head around what's going on, so I make finish making the tea. Feeling rather dazed, I leave two cups on the table for Nat and Sarah, before taking my own tea with me into the lounge again, avoiding the fresh puddle on the floor. I leave Natalie and Sarah still talking about Natalie's purple jammies as if nothing was happening.
I walk into the lounge and carefully sit down on the sofa. Amy's left the room at some point, and right now the room is empty, with the TV just running the local news. It's something about the election, but I'm far too weirded out to pay attention.
Sarah pissed herself, and acted like it was nothing.
Amy reacted like it was nothing.
And then Natalie pissed herself and acted like it was nothing.
And then Sarah reacted like it was nothing - EVEN WHILE NATALIE PISSED ON HER FEET.
"What's eating you?" Amy says, walking back in to the front room. She's put on her work uniform - a grey skirt, grey tights, and white shirt. She's tying her blonde-hair into a ponytail, holding a hair band between her teeth.
"I...I don't know." I answer. "What have you been up to?"
"Nothing much. Yet." She says, taking the band out her mouth. "I've just got out the bathroom-"
"BATHROOM. YES! I knew I wasn't going mad!" I shout.
"Excuse me?"
"Those two just wet themselves like it was nothing, and acted like I was the weird one for calling them out!" I say, pointing roughly in the direction of our bathroom. "But you went to the bathroom!"
"What on earth are you talking about?" She asks, looking at me the same way Natalie and Sarah both had.
"You used the toilet!" I laugh, leaning back in my chair. I don't remember putting my tea down, but I clap my hands together and I don't throw tea everywhere.
"Have you taken something?" She asks, turning around to the mirror on the wall. She brushes her hair with her hand. "'cause you're acting real strange."
"W-what?"
"Oh never mind. What's the time, Lauren?" She asks. I look to the TV. The news is still running, with a little clock on the bottom right. The more I look at it, the more it looks like a bunch of numbers. I squint my eyes and try to make it out.
"Err, I don't know?" I answer, looking back up to Amy. She sighs loudly and checks it out herself.
"Oh damn, I'm gonna be late." She says. "I better get a move on - you're gonna be alright, aren't you?"
"I....err...." I mumble, looking up at her. She groans again. She steps over to me.
She leans over me and presses my head against the back of the chair, looking into my eyes. She tilts my head left, then right, all the while looking into my eyes.
"Well your pupils aren't dilated, your eyes aren't red - do you think someone spiked your tea or something?"
"I don't...." I begin, before feeling something hot splashing over my own legs. Am I wetting myself too?
No.
I'm not.
She is.
Amy is leaning over me, inspecting my eyes, while a yellow stream begins to pour out from under her skirt. A wet patch begins to spread down the front as the culprit pours onto my knees. I'm stunned into silence as warmth begins to pour down my calves down to my feet. I don't quite know what to do - how would you respond if your best friend of six years just casually pissed on you?
"Amy?" I say, looking back up from her skirt. "Y-you're peeing."
"Shush." She says, leaning up even further and peeing onto my thighs. She presses a hand onto my cheek, forcing my face to look up and to the left.
"What are you....?" I begin. Before I can finish, she lets go and takes a step back. I sit stunned as Amy's pee soaks into my Jammies, running down my thighs and pooling at my backside.
"You look fine." She says with a look of concern. "Why are you acting like this?"
"Why am I acting like this?" I say indignantly. "I'm the one acting up? You just pissed on me."
"Why does that bother you?" She says, putting her hand on her chin as she continues to wet herself. Dark streaks run down her tights, and there's another dark stain on the floor next to the one Sarah had left barely ten minutes ago. A small puddle is growing from between either foot. Natalie walks in to the room, with Sarah close behind her.
"Hey, you two." Amy says, looking up to Nat and Sarah. They both walk into the room, standing on either side of Amy.
Sarah with her green PJ pants, soaked from crotch to foot.
Natalie in her purple PJ shorts, soaked entirely around the rim.
And Amy, currently quite casually peeing into her tights.
They all stand and look at me, sat in my chair, and the only one with dry pyjamas.
"Something's up with Lauren." Amy says.
"Something's up with me!?" I shout back, leaning forward. "I haven't just pissed myself!" I shout.
"Dude, what's up with you today?" Sarah asks, yawning and pulling at her waistband.
"You're acting really strange." Natalie says, leaning on her hip and tapping her foot. It splashes against Amy's growing puddle.
I don't know what to say. I look at the three girls until Amy finishes peeing. I stare at the floor below her as the last drips fall into it. My mind goes blank. All I'm aware of is the chair beneath me, and a very sudden and desperate full bladder.
"I....d-don't know." I answer. I look back up to them. They look quite concerned. "But...I really need to pee...."
"So?" Amy says.
"Go on then." Natalie answers.
"Maybe it'll make you feel better?" Sarah suggests.
I don't know what to do. So I take Natalie's advice. I relax.
I don't remember feeling so desperate to pee, but as soon as I relax that urge floods away with a hit of powerful relief. Hot liquid begins to pour out of me, soaking into my PJs and pouring down my thighs, pooling under my backside beneath me. I grin as it puddles under my ass, warming my cheeks before it soaks into the chair beneath me. Everything starts to make sense as my bladder empties into my pyjamas. I get it now. I understand why all three of my housemates wet themselves - it feels so good to let it go! Warmth spreads down my calves as the pee floods over the edge of the chair, wrapping around my legs as it pours down, splashing into the carpet, soaking around my toes. I let myself grin and I press my legs firmly together, squishing the fabric of my pyjamas.
"Lauren." Natalie says, looking at me.
"mmm....what?" I respond, lost in bliss.
"You're wetting yourself."
"....I know...." I respond weakly through a grin. I move one hand over my body and rest it between my legs, letting warm urine flood over my fingers.
"Wake up Lauren." Natalie responds.
"I'm not....asleep..." I say, opening my eyes and looking up. Natalie's stood in front of me in her purple PJs. I look straight into her crotch. It looks....dry.
"She isn't, is she?" Sarah asks. I glance over. She's sat cross legged on the floor, playing Battlefront 2 on the TV. I look up to see her land a TIE-bomber expertly inside a rebel ship's hangar, before pausing the game and looking up to me. "Oh Christ, she actually is."
"Hey, have any of you seen my - Oh for God's sake." Amy says, walking into the room, tying her hair into a ponytail. "Again, Lauren?" She says. She pushes my shoulder. The sudden movement wakes me up. I'm suddenly very aware of my surroundings.
My backside is soaked and warm. My thighs are beginning to get cold, and a wet stain runs along the length of them, going over the edge of the seat. I can feel my PJs clinging to the backs of my calves, and my feet are resting against a very wet carpet.
"That's my favourite chair, too." Sarah says, looking back to the screen and unpausing her game.
"What was the last thing I said to you Natalie, before I went to bed?"
"T-to make sure she didn't fall asleep in the chair." Natalie responds, trying not to giggle at me.
"Do you know why I told you that?"
"I fell asleep!" She argues back. "I didn't know she'd....do that!"
Amy walks over and gestures for Natalie to move. She leans over me and tries to not step in my puddle.
"Come on." She says, pushing my shoulder. "Get up, get cleaned up, and don't fall asleep down here again." |
Final chapter...
After 2 hours spent in the Glove World girl went to Sandy's house. It was getting dark. Before sleeping they played one game of wet uno. Pearl and Mindy teamed up against Sandy, so she had to drink the most water. In the finale Sandy had to drink 5 glasses of water by combos from Pearl and Mindy. Pearl herself drank 2 glasses of water, Mindy drank 1 and a half.
"Oh girls, you really want to see me wetting my bed..." said Sandy blushing.
"Maybe you can hold it this time?" Said Pearl.
"Yeah, after 5 glasses of water now and 2 soda cans in glove world..." Said Sandy.
"That's quite impossible to not pee yourself asleep now" Said Mindy and laughted.
"How about next round?" Said Pearl. She wanted to completly defeat Sandy. It didn't really work out this time. Pearl placed +4, Mindy placed +2, Sandy placed +4, Pearl placed another +2, her last + card, Mindy placed +4. Sandy with tears looked at Pearl, who began to laught. But then Sandy placed +4. Her tears were only laught tears.
"Someone has no + cards? You must drink 4 glasses of water now!" Said Sandy, laughting. Pearl drank all the water pretty fast. From the anger she placed all her 5 blocks at once, which she got now. It was fatal mistake. Mindy countered it with another two blocks and Sandy also has done it, but with one. Pearl was blocked for 9 rounds in total and had to drink 4,5 glass of water.
"Well, so not only I will pee my bed tonight!" Said Sandy laughting, looking at Pearl drinking water. After the game finished only Pearl had to drink water. Sandy quickly checked their bladders. Mindy's bladder was at 81%, Pearl's bladder was at 83%. They somehow weren't showing any signs of desperation. Sandy checked her own... It shown 78%. Sandy started to be used to wetting herself. They went to sleep now. This time with no special dreams. They all woke up with dry beds, even Sandy who was shocked. She quickly checked her bladder... 98%...
"Well, someone woke up dry!" Said Pearl after she caught Sandy's crotch to check if it's completly dry.
"Hey, don't touch me there!" Yelled Sandy, and caught Pearl's crotch in revenge. Pearl let out small moan.
"Y-you've come too far." Said Pearl and then suddently picked up a bottle of water. She came closer to Sandy and grabbed her crotch. Pearl opened the bottle and slowly started pouring the water from it on the ground, on Sandy's eyes. Pearl started moving her finger gently around Sandy's crotch.
"S-stop o-or I w-will..." Sandy was trying to say, but Pearl interrupted her.
"Or what?" She asked Sandy.
"O-or I'll p-pee m-myself..." Said Sandy, moaning. Then she started peeing. Her panties quickly got soaked. Her whole fur on her thick butt was now completly wet. She felt Pearl's hand grabbing her buttock and touching her front crotch. She started moaning more and more. Finally she got orgasm, still peeing. Her whole fur on her legs was soaked.
"That's what happens when someone touches my crotch without my permission, wetting squirrel." Said Pearl with gently voice.
"Hi girls, I've made breakfa- Oh, Sandy has wet herself again." Said Mindy. She was making breakfast, so she haven't seen Sandy and Pearl.
"Mindy can you make floating waterfall? I must wash my hands..." Said Pearl. Mindy has created one for her. Sandy also washed her hands in it. While eating Mindy and Pearl were both fidgeting in their seats. Sandy had still red face because of what happened few minutes ago. They all drank 3 glasses of juice. Sandy checked Mindy's bladder. It shown 89%. Pearl's bladder was at 88%. She hoped that Mindy will win. Pearl was teasing her too much. After breakfast they went to the beach. While walking there Pearl and Mindy were walking slower than usual. Pearl was crossing legs from time to time.
"You know what, that breakfast was small. Let's go to the Krusty Krab. It's 5 minutes from there" Said Pearl. Girls agreed. They walked there with no problems. They ordered 2 Krabby Patties, 3 the biggest soda glasses (800ml) for each of them. After a while they've got it.
"You know what I have new idea about out challange. When I or Pearl lose, the winner has to use toilet in Sandy's house. Winner can't use any other toilet." Suggested Mindy.
"And if winner reaches the toilet the others can watch her peeing!" Added Pearl. They all agreed. After a while of fidgeting Pearl started holding her crotch, as well as Mindy. They were still drinking soda pretty quickly. After they all drank 2 glasses of soda and ate both Krabby Patties Sandy looked at Pearl and Mindy. They both were holding their hands on crotch very tightly. They couldn't stop fidgeting. Pearl's bladder was at 96% and Mindy was at 98%. They started drinking last glass of soda. When Mindy was at half, she suddently stopped and put both of her hands into her panties. She leaked. After few seconds she was drinking again. Sandy looked at Mindy. Her bladder was at 99%. Pearl's bladder was at 97%. From the excitment Sandy leaked. Her own bladder was at 60%, so she had nothing to worry about total wetting. Mindy was now showing clear signs of desperation. She was fidgeting, moving her tail from left to right. Pearl was going on pretty well. She had still dry panties. Mindy leaked much more this time. Her whole panties were soaked. She felt stream going down her tail...
"Uhh I don't know how long I can hold it..." Said Mindy and leaked. Her whole seat was now in pee. Then she felt another stream of pee going down her tail... And another... Meantime Pearl slightly leaked. Then Mindy gasped. She couldn't stop peeing. Streams were going down her tail, creating big puddle. After few minutes she finished. Everyone was staring at her. She quickly used her magic to clean everything up.
"Yay so I won!" Said Pearl.
"Yes, but you must hold it until getting to my home!" Said Sandy.
"I don't care about making it anymore. I won't make it anyway. I also like wetting myself so..." Said Pearl and started peeing. Her thick butt quickly got wet, her panties were soaked and pee was going down her legs. She was emberrased. Everyone was looking at her. To her luck Mr Krabs was at the bank right now. Mindy cleaned up the puddle after Pearl finished peeing (Took like 8 minutes). They decided to do it again... Someday. |
“How’d you guys like that last one?” Sarah shouted into the mic. The crowd immediately burst into applause. This was the biggest gig her all-female punk rock band had played yet, and it had been going perfectly. They had always been known for their shows being a little over-the-top, and the big crowd had been loving it.
They launched into their next song, as Sarah fed off the energy of the crowd. The appearances of her band members perfectly complemented their style. Sarah with her pink hair and tattoos. Their guitarist, Violet, had long, dark black hair, creating a ghostly contrast with her pale skin. Julia, a redhead, couldn’t have looked more like a drummer. And their bassist was a petite, shy brunette who went by the stage name Orchid. Their onstage antics drove the crowd crazy, and Sarah was loving every minute of it! As the song came to a close, the crowd gave off another huge burst of noise.
Before they could start the next song, Sarah noticed Violet nervously trying to get her attention out of the corner of her eye.
“Sarah?”
“What’s up?”
“…can we take a break soon?” Violet whispered. Sarah thought that was a strange thing to ask. They had never had an intermission or anything at any of their other concerts. Why now?
Seeing Sarah’s confused expression, Violet added, “I really have to fucking piss, like right now.” Looking down, Sarah noticed her guitarist standing with her thighs pressed together ever so slightly, just subtle enough to not be noticed from the crowd. Sarah knew that normally Violet would be the type of person to just suck it up, so it must have really been an emergency. Apparently overhearing their conversation, their drummer Julia added, “I’ve had to go since like our second song, … I thought I could hold it…but it’s gotten really bad” as her legs bounced up and down from behind her kit.
Sarah hadn’t noticed it before, thanks to the adrenaline coursing through her, but sure enough, as she checked in with her own bladder, she felt a surprisingly strong urge down there as well. She glanced over at their bassist Orchid, who simply bit her lip and crossed her legs in agreement.
Earlier that day, they had all downed a couple beers to calm their nerves before such a huge show. Maybe in hindsight, that hadn’t been such a good idea. Especially since, in their anticipation, none of them had even thought to use the bathroom before they were stuck on stage for 2 whole hours.
What was she going to do? This was the largest show they ever played! They had worked so hard to build up all this energy in the crowd, and they’d lose it all if they took even a quick break. But they were only halfway through their setlist. Sarah thought she might be able to make it, but her bandmates seemed much worse off.
Sarah soon realized that the applause had died down and the crowd was waiting expectantly for the next song to begin. She had to make a decision. Fuck it, she thought. They were going to take this in stride.
“Man, I’m realllly wishing they installed a toilet up here just about now,” joked into the mic, playfully holding her crotch. That got a chuckle from the crowd. “In fact, I think all four of us do – poor Jules has been back there holding it for an hour!” The crowd cheered, apparently considering that some sort of accomplishment. Or maybe they were just drunk. Either way, Sarah continued, her confidence building. “But we’re not gonna let that stop us!” The crowd cheered again, louder this time.
Reading the situation perfectly, Violet burst into the starting riff of their next song. Singing on a full bladder was difficult, but Sarah, as well as the rest of her band, continued to perform as well as ever. The song after was very frantic and high tempo, which was perfect for the girls’ desperate states, and they performed it better than ever. Everything was going surprisingly well, and Sarah almost forgot about her bladder again.
But it couldn’t last forever. After they hit the last note of the song, Sarah heard Julia moan “oh fuck,” from behind her. Fearing the worst, she turned around to see Julia bent over her drums, rapidly soaking her shorts as a puddle grew underneath her. Fortunately, most of it the damage was hidden behind her drum kit, but the crowd noticed anyways, cheering loudly as the drummer sighed in relief. Even though she had just embarrassed herself in front of thousands, she still looked a lot more comfortable than a few minutes ago when she was desperate to pee.
Sarah wasn’t surprised Jules was the first to lose it. She was always the first person to ask for a pit stop whenever they were on long trips in their tour van. But now the question was, who was next?
It only took a few more songs to find out. Violet was in the middle of a particularly intense guitar solo when she started to lose her rhythm. It was only a few seconds later that she lost control of her bladder as well. She was wearing a skirt, so the pee shot straight onto the stage through her panties, perfect for the entire crowd to see. Violet didn’t seem to care though. She openly moaned, reaching under her skirt to feel herself, as the pee continued to form a puddle. The crowd cheered even louder, clearly enjoying the show.
Now it was just between her and Orchid. The crowd almost seemed tense, as if they were anticipating who would win this twisted competition. Personally, Sarah was worried. Her desperation had advanced much faster than she had expected. She was pacing the stage in between songs, doing everything she could to not publicly hold herself in front of thousands. Orchid on the other hand, had an incredible bladder, despite her petite stature. While Sarah made sure to pee every time they stopped the tour van on a road trip, Orchid seemed to only go when she felt the urge. She never asked to stop, either. If she ever did have the urge, she just waited until someone else (usually Jules) announced they had to go. But then again, Orchid was a lot smaller, and those beers must be hitting her hard right now. Sarah soon caught herself, realizing thinking about it wasn’t going to help. It’s not like it mattered who “won” anyways.
It only took a few more songs to find out, though. Halfway through a song, Sarah heard the crowd erupt again. She looked over to see Orchid, her legs spread, a stream of piss splitting straight down the middle. Despite losing control over her bladder, Orchid somehow maintained complete composure, managing to execute a very complex bass line while soaking the floor beneath her. The only other sign of her intense relief she gave off was a subtle lip bite.
As Orchid finally emptied herself, Sarah remained the final holdout. But it was far from over for her. Her bladder was urging her to just let go. Singing at the same time only made it harder. With every deep breath in, her bladder protested. She lost a few lyrics here and there, giving up on her dignity and openly holding herself whenever a wave of desperation hit. There were only 20 minutes or so left in their set, but with the dam threatening to break at any second, that would feel like an eternity.
As Sarah squirmed on stage, she found something strangely arousing about being this close to losing control in front of so many people. All eyes were on her as she openly struggled to control one of her most private needs, and it sent a thrill through her.
It helped distract her for a few songs, but soon all she could think about was running off the stage to find a toilet, and how good it would feel to let go. Thinking about it was a mistake though, and halfway through a song, she finally lost control. Before she could even think, she moaned right into the mic for everyone to hear. She collapsed onto her knees, both hands buried in her crotch. The crowd picked up the lyrics perfectly as Sarah lay helpless, pee rapidly soaking her skinny jeans. Sarah couldn’t believe how good it felt to finally let go. It was almost as good as an orgasm, and the look of ecstasy on her face reflected just that. The song ended just as Sarah’s stream died down, and the crowd gave an unbelievable roar.
Sarah slowly got up, ignoring the warm wetness in her jeans. She was immensely turned on by the whole incident, but they still had to finish the show.
“You guys ready for one last song?” she shouted. The crowd exploded one more time.
As they finished, the crowd gave them a huge ovation, the lights went down, and they made their way off the stage.
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As they walked together backstage, Sarah was trying to think of a way to apologize for everything that just happened. Sure, the show turned out great, but she felt bad for denying her bandmates a simple toilet break. But she was soon distracted by Julia bouncing up and down with her hand in her crotch. As soon as she saw Sarah eyeing her, she blurted, “That beer goes right through me, okay? I had to go again as soon as Violet went. Watching the rest of you soak yourselves sure didn’t help either!”
As she ran off to find a place to pee, Orchid shyly piped up, “So … are we gonna do that again? That was kinda fun…” |
Author's note: A story as low-effort and cheap as the game itself. I stopped caring, just like I did with the game.
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“Brrr,” practically everyone in the party seemed to complain at the same time. They had reason to, the land of Lowee, and this Hyrarule Snowfield, were known for their arctic conditions, as snow covered every inch of the terrain. What a place for a guild request to send them. And to say the team was underdressed for the temperatures was an understatement. Neptune was in a short skirt, Noire was in a dress, Vert was showing off her body all over, and Compa had a skirt to cancel out her sweater. The only ones not suffering from the frigid winds were IF, who had enough of a fur-trimmed coat to make up for her short shorts, and Blanc, the CPU of this realm, and therefore used to the chill.
While many would say the presence of Blanc, a CPU, a goddess, was a blessing on this little group, in actuality, all four goddesses of Gamindustri were present. Noire was the CPU of Lastation, Vert was the CPU of Leanbox, and even if she didn't remember it, Neptune was actually the CPU of Planeptune. Though one wouldn't know it from the way she acted. “This place is more sub-zero than a fighting game spin-off! How does anyone live here?!”
“The people of Lowee are hearty and strong,” Blanc claimed.
“Well, I'm not! I'm going to freeze to death here! And it's really not helping that my PP's maxed out!” Neptune had been shivering this whole time, clutching her arms close to her chest, but the shaking seemed to get more severe as she gripped the front of her skirt, stepping in place, kicking the snow around her feet in small piles.
It was a surprise to no one that Neptune was so open about her bodily functions. Compa and IF could better attest, traveling with her the longest, but she had proven to have a minuscule bladder and no shame. Because of this, every time they needed to cross a long outdoor distance, Neptune would always need a pit stop, running behind the nearest bush with her hands on her crotch. And if there was no barrier for privacy nearby, she would easily undress in front of everyone.
Thankfully for everyone else, there was a sizable snow-covered bush just off the path. “Then hurry up and go,” Noire directed, pointing to the shrub as all came to a halt.
Neptune looked the plant over, like she would ever refuse, and turned to one of her friends. “Do you want to come with me, Iffy?”
Upon hearing the request, IF soon blushed, her blood hot and red enough to stave off the cold. “W-what makes you think I want to join you?!”
“You're basically the same size as me, don't you need to leak by now too?”
“Of course I don't! I'm nowhere near as tiny as you,” she shouted, taking misplaced offense to that sort of claim.
Vert's face fell. “Oh. I was hoping to get a view of Iffy doing that.”
“Aw, come on, Iffy,” Neptune continued, “I need someone else's body heat, or I'm going to freeze without all the warm pee inside me!”
Compa, ever the mediator, stepped forward. “Actually, I could probably stand to go about now, Nep-Nep.”
With a bright smile on her face, Neptune took Compa's hand and began leading her behind the bush. “That's it, Compa! Tinkle twins!” Because it was practically next to them, it wasn't long before the two were positioned on the opposite end of the plant. Unfortunately for all, the shrub wasn't exactly tall, only reaching up to Compa's knees and Neptune's upper thigh while standing. All were able to see them lift their skirts and pull down their panties before they squatted down.
Without too much room to spread out, Neptune and Compa were touching each other's sides as they lowered themselves, underwear stretched out at their knees, revealing a tiny wet patch on Neptune's purple-striped panties, while Compa's pink lace panties remained clean. Being far closer to bursting, the goddess was the first to fire her stream off, a powerful yellow-tinged spray that soaked into the snow a short distance from her privates, dying the white a dirty yellow, melting straight through and letting off steam. Compa followed soon afterwards, peeing a respectable pee, without the same hue or force as her friend beside her. Both sighed in relief as their bladders shrunk without the contents keeping them enlarged. Two distinct small pits of gold sunk deeper, eventually hitting the soil far below, causing urine to begin rising back up.
Mere feet away, the rest of the girls did their best to overlook what was happening, out of courtesy. The soft surface being splattered upon meant the sound was neatly muffled out, even their sighs and occasional moan were kept to a minimum volume. It was just hard to look past that it was happening at all. Even as the group became more and more accustomed to this kind of activity, both as witnesses and participants, it never seemed to become any less awkward.
For Blanc, however, ignoring the event transpiring behind that plant was imperative. Not just because of the aura of weirdness emanating from the bush, but the knowledge of what exactly it was. Blanc did not want to think about pee, lest she start to pee herself. This many girls staying in an inn prior to embarking, the bathroom was almost always occupied, meaning long waits to brush teeth, take a bath, or use the toilet. And Lowee's CPU just so happened to be in that metaphorical line when IF came in to report that she had a new assignment, and that they needed to leave immediately.
Blanc wouldn't admit it, but the time elapsed since the restroom had been so cruelly stolen away from her had taken its toll on her constitution. She wasn't exactly the largest girl ruling Gamindustri, as merely standing next to Vert painfully reminded her, she had filled up fast and filled up bad, packing her below-average bladder to the rim with urine.
And of course, she couldn't just say she needed to go. They honestly hadn't been out in the wilderness for very long, admitting defeat now was tantamount to calling herself weak. Neptune being kind of incompetent, that was something that had become generally accepted among the group, but Blanc was different. She was a CPU with a job to do, if her fellow goddesses were to think that she was incapable of even holding her bladder, she'd stand no chance in the Console Wars. And if that news got out to the greater public, Lowee's shares would plummet. No, whatever would come next, she needed to hold it until she reached the bathroom.
“Ahhh!” Shuffling behind cover, Neptune pulled her underwear back up and stood with her loud voicing of relief, Compa silently following shortly afterwards. “Feels really good to make some yellow snow,” she declared, patting her skirt down and running back to the group.
“I can't say it wasn't soothing, but I wouldn't really call it my preferred method of doing my business,” Compa contended.
“Well, pudding tastes better when I'm hungry, so peeing feels better when I gotta go!”
As soon as they were whole once more, the party resumed their walk as the conversation continued. “Yeah, you say practically the same thing no matter where you stop to answer nature's call,” IF informed.
“It is curious, however,” Vert interjected. “I figured a gamer like you would have trained your bladder to hold for as long as the game is going. I mean, I've needed to sit through agony on long raids in Four Goddesses Online many a time, running to the toilet once the boss was clear.”
IF's face fell into despair as Vert continued her tale. “Please, stop right there, Lady Vert,” she pleaded. “My mental image of you can only take so much reality before shattering.”
Oblivious to IF's objections, Neptune answered the question. “I've tried, but my bladder meter is just too small for that to be possible. I've instead taken those stat points and put them into bottle peeing! Still means I don't need to abandon the game!”
Vert nodded. “Oh, that's a useful skill too! Done that plenty of times myself, but I try to avoid it because I'm a bit messy with it.”
IF's hands shot over her ears and pressed down hard. “Lalalalala, I'm not listening!”
Noire put a comforting arm around IF's shoulder. “It's better if you give up that image of the goddesses being these pure, noble deities, because I can tell you that's not the truth.”
A fuse inside Blanc snapped from hearing that. “I am an excellent CPU, far better than you slackers! The citizens of Lowee admire me for my resolve and strength, not just for my tits like a certain other goddess present!”
As easily the most well-endowed member of the team, Vert knew well who she was taking her anger out on, and responded in kind. “Yes, it would be difficult for Lowee to praise those which do not exist. It's a wonder they have not mistaken their ruler for a god, and not a goddess. After all, there's nothing visible to correct such an understanding.”
Eyes glowing red with fury, Blanc began channeling her power, turning the very air around her cold, or colder. “You wanna do this, udder girl?! You want to settle who has the better exclusive features?! I'll mop the floor with your oversized fat deposits!” A pillar of light surrounded Blanc as she prepared to shift into Hard Drive Divinity mode.
That turned out to be a mistake. As soon as she began to exert herself, resources were taken away from other, more critical functions. Once the power began taking effect, sending goosebumps across her skin and her hair on end, her crotch suddenly accrued a small splotch of warmth. “Eep!” The transformation process was aborted as she slammed her legs closed.
“Chickening out, are you,” Vert taunted.
“Y-you're lucky I'm not up to smashing your boobs flat right now. I'll do it later.” The splotch of urine that had soaked into her panties stayed solo, giving Blanc a little breathing room. She wasn't going to pee herself yet, but the golden waves crashing hard inside her bladder, the mounting pressure and pain, the unventilated heat wreaking havoc on her inner components, it was only a matter of time before she was pushed to her system limits, limits seemingly far lower than the competition.
Clearly, leaving before using the toilet earlier was a mistake, but what could she do now? If years of long days holding court in the Basilicom had taught Blanc anything, once she started leaking, the full flood was only cycles away. And if that horror were to pass, no amount of talent could ever recover her pride. Better to admit her shortcoming now and sacrifice a small amount of dignity, rather than wait to have an accident and flush all her prestige away. “H-hey, we need to-”
“Stop!” IF's call halted everyone in their tracks, Blanc in particular jumping at the sudden shriek, a tiny yellow drop flying down from beneath her skirt if anyone was looking.
To say she was unhappy about the startle would be an understatement, as she shifted straight into rage mode once more. “What the hell?!”
“Quiet,” Vert warned, putting a hand over Blanc's mouth. “There's the monster.”
With her face still covered, Blanc peeked around the bodies of everyone who had been walking in front of her for the beast in question. And there it was, a massive blue blob with a face, a Dogoo, bouncing happily, like its territory had not been intruded upon. “What, another slime,” Neptune complained. “Unless it's a metal slime, it's not worth getting all up in arms about.”
As the CPU of this realm, it only made sense that Blanc recognized the specific breed. “That's a Special Dogoo. As the size indicates, it's not going to go down easy.”
Noire smirked. “That's fine. Neither will we.” A pillar of light surrounded Noire, and when it subsided, instead hovered Black Heart, Noire in her HDD form. Neptune and Vert soon followed, transforming into Purple Heart and Green Heart, respectively. Suddenly, even in their much skimpier outfits, they were no longer shivering from the cold, thanks to divine power keeping them warm.
Blanc was still quivering, for entirely different reasons, those reasons also being the explanation why she wasn't activating HDD. It was all too obvious, there would be a terrifying sight should she tap into her full power, thanks to her fuller bladder. She could take a lot of punishment, but this desperation was already pushing her to her limits. Getting into a brawl now would surely send her flying off the edge.
Unfortunately, pacifism wasn't looking to be an option. “Are you going to join us, Blanc,” Purple Heart asked.
“Of course she won't,” Green Heart chastised. “This is a fight for big girls, after all.”
While the intense agony of pee desperation could never disappear from her mind, the taunting did awaken Blanc's inner rage and make it seem less harrowing. “Oh, hell no! I'll show you how a real goddess fights, you big-booby bimbo bastard!” Gathering her power, Blanc began switching into HDD, pirating precious concentration away from her hold. Naturally, this resulted in further panty-dampening, but she pushed through it. Around the time the crotch of her underwear became fully soaked, the transformation finally took full effect, and there hovered the small White Heart in her white leotard, and still dying to piss. “You ready, Dogoo bitch?! I'll show you what happens when you get in a CPU's way!”
“Hey, no need to get so worked up about it,” Black Heart warned. “It's just a Dogoo.”
Paying no heed to her peer's warning, White Heart pulled a giant axe out of her non-existent pocket and held it aloft, ready to smash it down. “Don't care! This thing's going down!” Flying towards her opponent, far past her party, she put all her strength into swinging the heavy blade with everything she had, right onto the Dogoo's pointed head. The sharp edge caved the creature in...only for its gelatinous makeup to bounce the force back with equal and opposite power, sending White Heart flying and dribbling. “What the hell?!”
“You can't use a power attack like that until we break its guard down,” IF warned. “I thought you knew that!”
“O-of course I do! I know the most basic fundamentals of battle, dumbass! I just want this thing over, so I can-”
“Less chatty, more smashy!” Purple Heart flew in, sword charged back at her side, forcing White Heart to dash out of the way, lest she get caught in the middle of the upcoming attack. She had only just barely escaped the range before Purple Heart unleashed her Cross Combo, a powerful, multi-hit flurry that sent the massive Dogoo soaring and slamming into the snowy ground. Of course, the creature got back up, almost no worse for wear. “Aw, man! He's not going to make it easy on us!”
“Yeah, I just got told off for trying the same thing,” White Heart criticized, the growl of intense annoyance in her voice.
“Well, I don't want to just wait around either,” Green Heart exclaimed, instead with a tone of excitement and anticipation. “Make it see red!” The Leanbox CPU came in with the same ferocity as her Planeptune peer, brandishing a spear, stabbing the Dogoo right in the face.
Soon enough, everyone had drawn their arms and were all giving their everything into besting this beast. That is, everyone but White Heart, who was off to the side making do with a few basic attacks. She had tried one special move at the outset, and quickly learned that any substantial attacks would bring yellow stains upon her pure white outfit. As such, she preferred to potshot whenever there was an opening, retreating before she could leak.
The problem soon became how much attacking she could safely get away with before she needed to break, seemingly reducing each time. Whenever she felt comfortable that she could manage one extra swing, a couple drops of urine would find their way out, and she was forced to slam her legs shut and get away.
“Damn, why is this so freaking hard?!” White Heart was in pain, no other way to say it. Her bladder continued to pound from the inside, stretched out and seemingly splitting at the seams as it only just barely contained what felt like gallons of piss in her tiny bladder. She was defying every instinct in every nerve in her body to resist grabbing her crotch with everything she had, all in the name of preserving her dignity and image.
Not to mention, the intense urge to make a huge pile of yellow snow just off the path. Even without any suitable cover to hide her actions, she was still extremely tempted. Though she didn't spend an incredible amount of time outdoors, she had enough experience with peeing outdoors to consider it a normal alternative, especially after being kicked out of the Basilicom. Embarrassing as it would be to do her violent business in front of her team, it had to be better than full-on wetting herself. “I can't piss myself! I refuse to be the only one who pisses herself!”
She acted confident, but truth be told, she wasn't sure she could make it, not when she could practically feel her eyes popping out from the pressure. Each breath she took was shallow and deliberate, like her ribs were too tight on her lungs, and her legs just couldn't keep apart, continuously rubbing against one another for the absolute minuscule benefit it provided. Her left hand, the hand not gripping an ax, was gently stroking her delicates, a mere step away from clamping the part hard.
And all this meant she wasn't contributing much to the ongoing battle. “Yo, White Heart, you're not a partner on the sidelines,” Purple Heart called out, “You gotta earn those experience points!”
“Yeah, get in here and carry your weight,” Black Heart concurred.
White Heart started grumbling at the orders from CPUs who knew nothing of her strife, and right on cue, the last one she wanted criticizing her opened her big mouth. “Is it getting too difficult for little Blanc? Maybe she should stand back and let the big girls finish this.” If there was anything that set Blanc off, it was Vert's smug condescension.
And White Heart wasn't going to take it. “Fine then! I'll show you how a real goddess takes out the trash!” Taking her hand off her crotch, and using it to firmly grip her ax handle, she jumped in and unleashed a fury-fueled special move. Black Heart, who was attacking the Dogoo at the time, hurriedly got out of the way, because what came next would hurt. “Hard Break!” The ax swung upwards, knocking the Dogoo into the air.
What followed was a barrage of destruction. A red aura spread across the ground, reaching to where the monster landed, hitting it even further. Spinning like a top, White Heart tossed the heavy weapon like an Italian plumber tossed a lizard, cutting the Dogoo to shreds. And finally, White Heart grabbed the fallen ax, jumping high in the air and bringing it down with the force of a Norse god superhero, obliterating the Dogoo and wiping it from the field.
And of course, her enemy wasn't the only thing that felt the pain when all was said and done. She was already on the edge with regards to her bladder, and doing that attack didn't so much push her over the edge, but instead sent her jumping way past the kill zone, out beyond the point of even the slightest hope of recovery. Like water through a straw, she felt the pee sliding through her urethra. One drop stained her white leotard, then two, and that's when the floodgates burst open.
Which of course meant it was time for everyone to approach her. “That was a destructive finish, Blanc,” Purple Heart praised, reverting back to Neptune as she did so.
“Yeah, you were holding that one in for a long time,” IF observed. “Must have been pleasant to let that one loose.”
“Do you have to phrase it like that?!” White Heart's white hot anger put silence on everyone, including the howling wind. Meaning, once the lull had set in, there was nothing to conceal the sounds that followed: a soft pattering of liquid falling from waist-height into soft snow, though it didn't stay silent for long. The stream of pee picked up steam quickly enough, shooting straight down between the goddess's legs in a gushing torrent, creating an off-color hole where the hot piss melted the white ground beneath her.
No surprise, a CPU wetting herself was a shocking sight. Blanc's five compatriots couldn't say anything, they could only watch, with piercing gazes. Something White Heart noticed and was not at all pleased with. “You think this is interesting?! Gawking at the goddess with a tiny bladder?! Take a screenshot, it'll last longer!” She crossed her knees and covered her spouting crotch with her hands, which did nothing to hide the mortifying act taking place. If anything, it only made the accident more pervasive, snaking down her thighs into her tall white boots. Well, they weren't white anymore...
As her clothes turned yellow, her face turned red, both contrasting with her pale appearance. Every drop of her tiny bladder was spraying out in a very visible, very very messy fashion, splattering the snow in a large circle beneath her. The soft splattering was quickly overshadowed by loud splashing liquids, and White Heart slowly spread her feet apart, descending slowly into the snow dyed with her shame, burying her face in her hands.
And it just wouldn't stop. Blanc knew for a fact she had a low capacity, yet in the moment, it seemed bottomless. Even when she started putting real effort in to shoot it out with as much force as she could muster, multiplying the sound of the soft pattering until it was no longer soft, a change that happened to coincide with a puddle forming, meaning that a full-power waterfall was crashing into its pool, a deafening roar. And after all that, it still kept going, on and on.
It wouldn't be so bad if her partners could take their damn eyes off her. It would still suck royally, but not having a half-dozen staring eyes would be more tolerable. But no, Neptune, Compa, IF, Noire, Vert, all of them just kept glaring blank gazes into her soul, and that was pissing her off. “What?! You never seen a goddess piss herself before?! Close your damn eyes, look the hell away, just stop looking at me!”
Her words fell on deaf ears, maybe because they couldn't hear her over the flood. A flood that had the audacity to keep going, and it couldn't even feel good. Blanc had her fair share of close calls making it to the toilet just in time, and it was always a blissful experience. But now, it could hardly be more different. She had stretched her bladder out, maybe even backing up into her kidneys, her muscles were pushed to their limits and hurting. It was agony, every step of the way.
That's why, in the end, White Heart was more relieved to not being peeing anymore. She was panting, exhausted, somehow breaking a sweat, but she was able to crack a smile at reaching the end. A tiny one, one that only lasted a frame or two. After all, it was hard to stay positive with all the witnesses still gawking at her, her dirty leotard crotch and pale thighs streaked with urine in full view.
The moment was silent, the volume was dragged to zero, for an unbearably long time. In the silence, White Heart reverted back to her Blanc form. One would think that, because her clothes were no longer the same, she would be freed from the wet garments. She was not so lucky. Instead, the soaking was transferred to her normal clothes, which wasn't that much difference in appearance. Her legs were still bare, her white skirt was still yellowed, and she still had soaked panties beneath to maintain that feeling of her worst failure sticking to her most sensitive area.
Finally, as slight moisture began to form underneath Blanc's eyes, Neptune stepped forward. “Too bad you can't reload a save to change your decision and go piddle with us, huh?”
“I-I didn't want to pee with you! I don't want to pee with any of you!”
“Yeah, but that's no reason to hold off entirely,” IF offered. “I like to have my privacy too, but it's just necessary to stop and relieve yourself out on the field, or else...well, I guess you know that part.”
Noire nodded. “Yeah, and you better take that to heart. I don't want to find out I've been losing shares to a CPU who I see have more than one accident!”
The mantle soon fell to Vert to say something supportive, exactly what Blanc didn't want. Whatever approach the Leanbox CPU took, whether it was false sympathy or another joke at her expense, Blanc was prepared to hate it. So maybe it was for the best that Vert stayed silent.
While the comforts did not go unappreciated, deep down, Blanc was still in a sour mood. “Let's just go back to town now. I'm not sitting in these damn clothes a second longer than I need to.”
“Aw, but we didn't complete the quest,” Neptune pouted. “I want those loot drops! I might get a new, lewd costume as the reward!”
“We'll come back another time, Nep-Nep,” Compa assured, walking towards Blanc, turning the embarrassed goddess more red than white. “Don't worry about it, Blanc. Nep-Nep had a small accident the first time she changed form. She pulled her leotard aside and went on the ground in front of everyone.”
“C-Compa! You don't have to tell her about that,” Neptune whined.
Compa continued, paying Neptune no mind. “Are you sure you're not going to get hypothermia, being wet in this cold?”
“I...I'll be fine. Most of it ended up...there,” Blanc confessed, looking down at the abundant yellow snow circling her shoes. Regardless, she pulled her hands out from her extended sleeves, bending forward and wiping the filthiest part of her thighs with the backs of her fingers, shaking the droplets off into further, cleaner snow. And she realized she was still standing in her piss, a disgusting error she quickly corrected.
With her cheeks puffed out, Neptune stomped back the way they came. “Alright, fine. But Blanc better treat me to as much pudding as I can eat!”
“If you promise not to say a damn thing about what you saw here today, I'll even let you pick the flavor,” Blanc bargained.
Neptune was not a difficult girl to win over. “Deal! I like this remake a lot better than the original Blanc! That doesn't happen often in games!”
“Don't get used to it. You are never going to see me like this again.”
As the party marched back to the nearest town, Blanc had a frown on her face the entire time. She was wet, she was filthy, she was cold, she was mortified, she'd blame the higher deities for conspiring against her if she wasn't one of the goddesses. Followers of Lowee could very easily see her before she'd get the chance to change clothes, she had made no vows of silence with anyone besides Neptune, there was a visible chance that this would have disastrous consequences for her reputation down the line.
Still, as much as she dreaded what the future could hold, she was grateful for one thing: at least Older Brother and Younger Brother weren't still accompanying her when this happened. The last thing she needed was to reaffirm their turncoat worship. |
Hana was carefully cutting vegetables, sliding them gently into the pot on the stove and gently smelling it. But as she was doing so her legs were shifting quite a bit and she let out a soft groan.
Her best friend, Tia, was sick and she was doing her best to look after her. Her care for her friend was rather strong that is was making her ignore her now rather urgent own needs. She soon turned off the stove and poured the soup into a bowl, gently placing it on a tray and pouring a glass of orange juice with it. Her bladder twinged a bit, her jeans feeling a little tighter than normal, as she poured. She gasped. “Keep it together Hana. Tia needs you. You can hold it in for her.”
Hana carried the tray upstairs to Tia's room her mind wandering a little as she passed the bathroom door. “I'll just leave her this and then head to the bathroom.” she told herself as she entered Tia's bedroom.
Tia was lying in her bed, coughing and wiping her nose. Her face was red and puffy as she blew her nose into a tissue.
Hana smiled as she placed down the tray by Tia's bed. “Here you are, Tia.” she said warmly. Carefully, Hana spooned out some soup and, after blowing on it, fed it to Tia. She tried to move quickly but Tia was eating slowly. Hana crossed her legs watching the soup slowly disappear until finally Tia spoke up that she had had enough. She returned the spoon to the bowl placed the orange juice down on a coaster. “I'll wash this up now.” she pulled a small bell down from one of the shelves and placed it next to Tia's bed. “Ring this if you need me okay.”
Tia nodded and let out a short “Thanks”.
Hana carried the tray out of the room grimacing as her bladder was complaining. She just had to drop this off in the kitchen and then go pee. She made her way past the bathroom again. Her legs tensed up.
Hana quickly dumped the tray by the sink in the kitchen and the sound of Tia's bell sounded. She grimaced as she grabbed her crotch fighting back the oncoming flood. She rushed up to Tia's room going past the bathroom again and sighing as pressed her legs together.
Hana re-entered the room smiling as best she could. Tia nodded at her and pointed towards the empty orange juice glass. “Can you get me some more?”
Hana nodded smiling warmly. “Of course.” She took the glass and made to leave. Bending forward and crossing her legs.
Tia looked at her concerned. “Everything alright?”
Hana blushed. She didn't want to admit her plight. She was a little shy about these things and anyway, her friend came first. “I'm fine. I'll be right back.” She headed out the room. As soon as she was out she jammed a hand to her crotch. She had to go really badly now but as she passed the bathroom she still refused to. Tia was sick and she really didn't want to keep her waiting. “Hana, you're a big girl. You can hold it in.” She told herself, even as she was doubled over and squeezing herself.
She made it to the kitchen, quickly retrieved the carton of orange juice and poured it into the glass. As the almost yellow liquid flowed into the glass Hana let out another gasp as she held herself tightly with her free hand. She gritted her teeth and squirmed keeping it in. As soon as she was done she took the glass and made her way back up.
On the stairs she moved extra carefully. Making sure not to spill a drop. But as she wobbled from the climb and her fight with all the contained fluids in her bladder. The juice sloshed in the glass making her heart pound, her breathing heavy and her legs to tense up even more. “Just a bit more. Just bring her this and then you can pee to your hearts content”.
She somehow made it to Tia's room and set the glass down beside the bed. “Here we are, Tia.” She said as she turned and almost dashed out the room.
“Wait!” Tia called out, causing Hana to freeze just outside the door.
Hana turned back trying not to sound annoyed.
Tia looked a bit bashful. “I need the bathroom. Mind taking me?” She said getting a little redder. “Not going in with me. Just walking me down the hall and making sure I don't fall over.”
Hana cursed her luck but nodded. “Of course.” She headed back over and took Tia's hand. Assist her out of bed and carefully escorting her down the hall. Trying not to be too tense or rough. Having her legs pressed together. As soon as they reached the bathroom door Tia carefully shambled in. Shivering a little as she closed the door.
As soon as the door closed Hana gripped her crotch tightly. Dancing on the spot. She gritted her teeth moaning a little trying to just hold on for a bit longer. She could do this. She had to pee but was determined to... her heart raced as she felt a little dribble leak out. “No!” She let out as a whisper, grimacing as she rocked back and forth. Screwing up her face in concentration. Soon she heard the flush of the toilet inside and grimaced again, bending over to squeeze her pee hole shut.
Tia soon emerged and Hana quickly composed herself. Tia took Hana's hand and leaning on her shoulder for support walked back to her room. Hana moving slowly and trying not to nudge her bladder too much.
As soon as Tia was in bed Hana darted out almost at a sprint. Rushing down the hall and reaching for the bathroom door handle. As soon as her fingers made contact the ringing of Tia's bell came again. Hana bent over and groaned her frustrated bladder complaining again about the long wait. Hana turned around and waddled back to Tia's room.
Tia was staring at her suspiciously. “Everything okay? You just kinda ran off. Are you alright?”
Hana nodded even as she could no longer stand dignified before her friend. “I'm fine. I just need to...” She trailed off embarrassed.
Tia raised an eyebrow. “Need to what?”
Hana sighed, took a deep breath and squeezed herself again. “I need to... need to... GAH!!!” She cried out as another wave hit her. This time she wasn't ready and a large amount of it burst forth into her panties and soon her jeans. As her strength gave out she collapsed on the floor as a puddle of pee coated the carpet beneath her.
Tia stared in shock. “Hana?!”
Hana hung her head. “Sorry. I really needed to go.”
Tia shook her head. “Then why didn't you?”
Hana blushed and admitted “I was a little to busy looking after you.”
Tia laughed. “Hana, seriously. If you needed to go I could have waited for you.”
Hana blushed again and slinked out of the room. “I better get myself and this cleaned up.”
Tia shook her head. “Seriously girl. Look after yourself for once.” |
So I just got back from the Isle of Wight, it was a pretty good holiday and I had a lot of fun, aside from Wightlink messing with the times of our ferries in multiple occasions, but the important thing is I’m back and I have some stories to share. I’ll be posting just this one tonight as I’m tired, the rest I’ll post tomorrow I expect. Also, fun fact: if any of you were on the “St. Clare” Wightlink ferry last night, then you may well have seen me somewhere. Probably not as I was hiding from all the people for most of it though.
Story 1, the first night in the tent:
The site we were staying at was basically borderline glamping, as my mother refuses to do proper camping, but despite this the toilets were still in a separate block at the other end of the pitch. So naturally, when I climbed into bed at 19:00 after drinking 2 mugs of tea and a hot chocolate I knew I’d have to get up and go at some point, and I wasn’t looking forward to it. I stayed in bed reading until 23:30, and by then my bladder was feeling quite full, and I decided I should go now.
It was dark, my iPad was on its lowest brightness setting as I didn’t want to wake anyone else up by shining lights at them. I immediately regretted my decision to wait until I really had to go before getting up, as the minute I stood up the pressure was magnitudes worse. It felt almost unbearable. I was just about able to hold it back by holding myself and crossing my legs. I had to climb over the bed my younger sister was sleeping in, and I nearly tripped and slid along the floor. If I had done so, I don’t think I could’ve withstood it.
The next trial was unzipping the tent-flap-doorway-thing and stepping though it, I had to switch between holding myself and my iPad, while simultaneously unzipping a thing, and also dancing around to endure it all. At long last I got it open, but I was almost at my limit. I stepped into the main room, and spent several minutes jumping and dancing around, legs tightly crossed and my hand buried in my crotch, feeling the overpowering urge get stronger and stronger, while I tried to find my pyjama bottoms so I could walk to the bathrooms.
“I have to hold it in! I’m here with my family!”, I thought to myself.
Squirming still, I eventually gave up, grabbing a towel to cover myself with I decided I was just going to have to run up their naked. I kept searching however, for my shoes. Every second I felt the need get stronger, it was getting worse and worse, I might not make it if I leave it another minute.
”J-just a little longer... they have to be here... s-somewhere...”, I mumbled, feeling my stretched and aching bladder twinge at the mere thought of using a toilet.
Luckily, I found my shoes. Unfortunately, some blithering idiot had poured a bottle of water over them, and they were soaked. I grabbed at myself even harder, and tried desperately to resist the urge as I put my foot in.
It was too much, I couldn’t, the cold, wet shoe was enough to make my bladder almost give out in desperation. I gave up on my shoes, and double crossed my legs. I stood for a minute by the main tent entrance, both hands pressing harder than ever on my urethra, refusing to let even a drop escape, dancing around.
The urge weakened a little, and with a squirm and a fidget I loosened my legs. It was still agonising to walk, but I knew I had to. I struggled and fumbled to get the entrance open.
“A-ahh.. if dad’s padlocked this I definitely won’t make it long enough to find the key...”, I moaned, wanting to cross my fingers for luck, but they were to busy for me to do that.
By some immense luck, the entrance was unlocked, and I barely managed to make it though before almost collapsing of my knees. I bent down a little, trying to angle myself in the least painful way, knowing I wasn’t going to last much longer.
I forced myself to start moving again, and I sprinted towards the toilet blocks, holding the towel around my self in addition to my weakening bladder. If I didn’t have the best night vision of anyone in my family since the 1940’s (my siblings have some of the worst ever; my sister can’t see anything if she’s in a room with the lights off.) I’m not sure I could’ve done it as it was pitch black and I lacked a torch.
I had to stop sprinting quickly, but I kept moving at a slower pace. I thought I might miraculously make it, until the rain started. As always with the United Kingdom, the weather is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get; but it’ll definitely be some kind of rain. I almost lost control were I was standing, but by sheer willpower I was able to continue.
Shockingly, I made it to the bathrooms, shivering and fidgeting, my poor, overloaded bladder wanting to let it all out.
“J-just... j-just a... few more steps...”, I murmured between moans.
I sprinted again into a cubicle. The feeling was amazing, the last few hours of very badly pent up pee came pouring out at immense speed, the relief was incredible.
Somehow, I’d survived it.
End of Story 1:
Edited May 31, 2019 by RagingPython
Spelling, restructured last few lines.
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Summers are rough. Extremely hot and humid, it was no wonder both my younger sister and I had managed to shotgun another jug of iced barley tea. To make things worse, the AC broke, leaving us defenseless against the elements. We agreed that normal clothes were too much for the relentless heat, and so we lazed around in our swimsuits for the entire day. I lazily lifted my head from the table and stared at my sister, who lay dead on the sofa. An oversized t-shirt draped itself over her slender and short frame, drooping past her hips. Its collar, way too large, was falling down one shoulder, allowing the strap of the purple-coloured one-piece swimsuit that she wore underneath to peek out. It was brand-new, ones that my mother had bought for us at the start of the blistering season.
Speaking of "us", the one I wore was also fresh out of the box. Mom disapproved of bikinis, so she got me a one-piece as well; competition-style, no less. It was dyed a vibrant firetruck red, its hue so bright and loud you could almost hear it. Upon wearing it on, I was surprised at how skintight the swimsuit felt against my torso. It was supposedly the right size - and an adult size, even! - but despite that, and the fact that puberty had been pretty bad to me, it somehow still managed to feel skintight. As body-hugging as it was, it surprisingly wasn't uncomfortable; in fact, it was quite the opposite - I spent the entire day having it wrap around my body without feeling the slightest bit itchy or cramped. I also noticed that its tight fit helped tuck what little bits of fat I had into place, granting myself a bit of a figure (yay).
She suddenly shot up, declared that it was way too hot to continue staying indoors, and that it was time to head for the pool. She hopped off from the sofa, calling at me to get up and get ready. I initially refused to go, unwilling to move in this dense heat. All of a sudden, however, I found myself almost literally being dragged back into my room, and the next thing I knew, I was already out the door, a t-shirt and skirt hastily draped over my frame and carrying a tote bag holding our belongings, goggles and swim cap on my shoulder. I guess we weren't staying indoors.
My sister happily trotted along in front me. She hadn't changed from her getup at all, wearing the exact same clothes she had on before. She wasn't wearing any pants, though it wasn't as if she needed to; unlike mine, which lacked any leg coverage whatsoever, hers was a 'legsuit', which meant that the suit extended down to her knees, similar to those worn by Olympic swimmers, and were effectively shorts. She was as active as always, though I noticed that she was a little fidgety more than usual.
The sky was becoming overcast, but it didn't cool down the extremely hot and humid atmosphere. Soon, both my sister and I were sweating buckets, and people passing by would probably think we were heading back. Having already committed, all I wanted now was to reach the train station, drop by the convenience store, and have something refreshing. Eventually we did, and we left the store with a large bottle of cold water in both our hands. I only managed to down a quarter of my drink, but my sister promptly finished hers, and I offered to throw it away for her.
A discarded mirror was positioned next to the bin, resting against a wall. Walking in front of it, I noticed that my shirt was drenched in sweat, causing it to adhere to my skin and underwear. A bright red colour seeped through the thin, white fabric, revealing the swimsuit underneath my clothes for the whole station to see. Speaking of clothes, it then occurred to me that I forgot another set to change into. Ah, whatever. We went up to the tracks, and hopped onto a train heading for the pool. Thankfully, the train wasn't busy, allowing the two of us to sit beside each other, my sister resting her head on my shoulder. She was fidgeting for a while, but her movements soon slowed, and eventually stopped as she fell asleep. With nothing much else to do, I decided to turn to my phone for entertainment. Whilst idly browsing, however, a slight feeling of pressure from below caught my attention. Subconsciously, I dropped a free hand down to my crotch in reaction, and then the realisation that I needed to pee caught on, accompanied by a familiar excitement.
Here is where I should probably admit something. Some summers ago, elementary-schooler me had an unfortunate trip to the pool, which ended up with me standing over a puddle of my own making, trembling hands unsuccessfully trying to hide a conspicuous wet patch at the crotch of my swimsuit. Despite being thoroughly embarrassed and upset by that ordeal, a certain sense of excitement had sparked from within, and I soon found that I seemed to have developed a strange sort of arousal towards this very situation. Soon afterward, puberty struck (or made an attempt to strike), and every subsequent trip to the pool was with a deliberately full bladder, and sometimes even led to a wet crotch. And although I didn't plan this particular trip, the rushed trip out of the house caused me to forgo using the toilets at home, resulting in my current situation, and that familiar sense of energy and excitement igniting from within. I was in public, however, and couldn't attend to it now, and so I decided to focus on my phone instead.
As the train pulled over at our station, I nudged my sister awake, and led her down the 10-minute walk from the station to the pool. As we walked, I felt a tug down my skirt. Turning around, I noticed that my sister was walking funny - her thighs were squeezed together, and she was hobbling behind me. It occurred to me that she might need to pee as well. As if on cue, she began complaining about how she really could use a toilet right about now, instantly confirming my suspicions. For some reason, however, the sight of my sister desperate caused my excitement to skyrocket, and instead of detouring back to the toilets at the station, I found myself encouraging her to hold it until we could reach the pool.
Her pace grew increasingly inconsistent as we walked, notifying me of her exponentially-growing need to urinate. She would dash past me, abruptly stop in her tracks and shove her hands in-between her crotch, causing her to lag behind, before dashing past me again. She kept repeating this cycle, extending the usual 10-minute walk in the process. I probably overestimated her bladder's capacity to hold it, as compared to me, she appeared to be faring much worse. Given the amount of liquids she drank earlier today, though, she had it coming. At this point I had largely forgotten about my own bladder as my urge was mild at best, and was focused entirely on my sister. She proceeded to run past me, before abruptly stopping once again. This time, I noticed that she had her head tilted downward, as if peering at her crotch. She spent a couple of seconds frozen in position, during which I noticed a couple of droplets staining the concrete between her feet. She then continued walking, seemingly as if nothing of note had happened. I looked up at the sky; it had gotten darker and was now threatening rain, but the only liquids that were falling came from my sister. To my (pleasant) surprise, she was beginning to lose control.
The pool soon came into sight, and in desperation, my sister yanked her shirt off, and immediately broke into a sprint, dashing toward the pool entrance, I followed suit, catching her shirt and closely trailing her as we approached the registration counter. We presented our cards and some money to the friendly old lady working the registration counter, notifying her of the two new visitors to the pool for that day, and paying for our patronage. Whilst the old lady was processing something, I decided to spend time gazing at the pool we were about to enter.
As is the case every summer, it was filled to the brim with people, and was perhaps even busier given how hot this particular summer had been. Children were playing, adults swimming, lifeguards falling asleep; nothing particularly out of the ordinary. My attention then shifted to investigating how my sister was holding up. The answer, not very well; she was doing circles behind me with her hands stuffed into the crotch of her swimsuit, mouthing out that she badly needed to pee. I noticed an extremely dark purple, almost black patch had developed from beneath her butt, contrasting against the original lavender hue. The dark patch gradually conquered more area as the lady processed our passes, slowly spreading out from her butt and even travelling down the insides and back of her thighs. Despite her best efforts, it was clear that she had begun wetting herself, and was unable to hold on for much longer, the wetness and darkness around her crotch growing and becoming more and more apparent with each twirl.
We finally got our passes, and were granted entry into the pool, and my sister immediately broke into a sprint. I followed suit, and to my surprise, she was headed not to the toilets, but towards and into a small, dark corridor. This isn't our first outing here; she knows where the toilets are, and that the particular corridor she went into was away from the toilets. Curious as to what she planned to do, I continued my pursuit. This part of the facility was completely foreign to me, and without a freshly laid trail of droplets on the concrete floor, I wouldn't have known where we were. Blindly following the path that trail led to, I passed by various admin offices and empty rooms, before finally reaching a dead end, which my sister standing in front of. There was nothing else left around, save for a lone LED tube and a window by the ceiling illuminating the area.
There my sister stood, surrounded on three corners. Leaning her back against a corner, her knees were bent and thighs tightly pressed together, as if assuming an invisible chair position. Her hands were against the walls, supporting her frame. as she crouched forward, peering down at her crotch. Without her hands in the way, I also had a full view of the crotch of her swimsuit, which she was still wearing. Her swimsuit was still largely purple, save for the large circular black patch on her crotch and between her legs from her earlier leaks. She gingerly bit her lip, as if enduring pain, and I began to witness her bladder giving in. It didn't take long for the dark area to grow, and for a pattering sound of liquid crashing down onto the floor to become audible. Instantly, urine began soaking through the legsuit, and streams of pee forced itself out of her crotch, cascading onto the concrete beneath her legs. The spandex material failed to quell the stream, instead allowing most of the liquid to filter right through, spraying colourless pee onto the ground below. Whatever couldn't permeate the spandex fabric then flowed down the insides of her legs and into her flip-flops, darkening the swimsuit in its wake, before contributing to the pool of liquid on the ground. She tilted her gaze upward, holding an expression of shameful relief. Her gaze then met mine as she noticed my presence, and immediately darted away in embarrassment, her cheeks reddening at the realisation that someone was witnessing her helplessly wet herself.
We stood in silence, with only the sound of relentless peeing filling our ears (and her swimsuit). I fought back an urge to send a finger down my skirt. Gradually, the stream weakened and finally began to dissipate, and my sister soon finished relieving herself. Her swimsuit was soaked from the crotch and butt down, the aforementioned dark area having increased in size exponentially, conquering everywhere save the fabric covering her outer front thighs, indicative of just how much she had needed to pee. Her swimsuit wasn't the only object that was darkened, as her pee hydrated the concrete beneath her legs. She then stared straight at me, and upon reading her face, seemed to be asking me to lead the way from here.
We began the long walk back out of this corridor, with only the sounds of her wet slippers squishing against concrete and an occasional distant thunder filling the air. This was soon accompanied by the lighting warning siren, and then the incessant wails of the lifeguards' whistles. We reached the poolside, where said guards were busy diverting people out of the pool, away from the falling raindrops and underneath shelter, us included. We were ushered up into a sheltered grandstand next to the Olympic pool, and we found ourselves seated in the middle of a large crowd.
I directed my attention towards my sister, who was unusually meek and quiet, trying her best to attract as little attention as possible. Large, dark stains remained on her crotch, butt and thighs, the lifeguards ushering us up into the stands so fast that she had no opportunity to do anything to make it less conspicuous. In a valiant effort to hide it as much as possible, her thighs were clamped shut, and she was hunched over, sheepishly scrolling through her phone, though the accident was still visible at certain angles. I found myself gazing at her for a while, and realised that while she seemed relieved, slightly troubled and a little embarrassed, interestingly enough, she didn't appear the least bit upset.
The rain began to intensify, and more and more people have begun calling it a day, streaming into the toilets and showers, which were now jam-packed with people. She wouldn't be able to wash herself off or fully hide her accident in any way. My heart began racing as I fixated on her swimsuit and the stains that riddled it, thoughts that shall not be written down racing through my mind. A gust of chilly wind blew by, causing me to shiver uncontrollably. A pressure had been steadily building up from the start then made itself known, accompanied closely with a feeling of fullness. My thighs moved closer to each other under my tote bag, and my feet were crossed. A bead of cold sweat trickled down my face as feelings of unease, anxiety and excitement began building up. Nothing else was distracting me now, and all attention was to my water balloon, ready to burst.
It was my turn to be in trouble.
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Thank you for taking your time to read this!
It has been a while since I last tried to write, so I apologise in advance if there are some mistakes/discrepancies that I may have missed.
As always, please give me your feedback on my stories, I'd like to know your thoughts on how I did or what I should/shouldn't have done. |
The monsoon rain relentlessly pelted down from above, drenching everything in its path and causing the temperature to fall and turning the hot draft into a cool, almost chilly breeze. Rainwater began leaking into the grandstand, creating small streams that had to remind me of my own need to urinate.
The immense pressure of a firm and full bladder was not comfortable, to say the least. It felt unusually heavy, as if more urine had accumulated in my bladder than what I was predicting. A strange sharp sensation struck my bladder, and though it wasn't painful, it emphasized my need to pee. A mix of horror and concern ran down my spine at that thought, realising that I might just have overestimated my bladder's strength and capacity. There was no point in me going down right there and then, however, as the queue had barely dissipated, and holding it standing up was a far worse challenge.
I shifted my gaze back to my sister, trying not to worry too much about my situation. A puddle of liquid had pooled beneath her thighs and the soaked swimsuit she wore, though given how there was a large enough gap that cleared our seats and the rain-soaked concrete, I could tell that the stream was sister-made. Obviously, she had wet herself once again, though let's be honest - she really had nothing to lose. I was slightly envious of her though, but decided against doing it.
I dug through my bag again, hoping that I brought at least a set of underwear. A backup plan, in case I do end up wetting myself. My palm then bumped into something that surprised me, the familiar feeling of cloth. I fished it out of the bag, though I was disappointed to find out that it was just a pair of shorts I had forgotten to remove from the bag. I heaved a sigh, and prepared to walk to the toilet. I slid my phone into my skirt's pocket, but immediately noticed a terrible sight - the long, unmoving queue to the changing rooms. The particular public pool that we went to had the toilets situated behind the shower cubicles and lockers in the changing rooms. However, they had closed the pools for the day, so pretty much everyone was there, changing and washing up, preparing to leave the area.
I observed the speed of the queue's progress; there was no progress I decided to continue waiting - after all, patience is a virtue, right? Though almost as if in response to that, I felt a bit of urine dribble out. I placed my bag over my lap, undid my skirt's waistband, and secretly placed my left hand over my crotch. Immediately, I felt a small wet spot on my swimsuit. I pressed the hand harder onto my crotch, hoping that it would create a second line of support over the crumbling, bursting dam that my bladder was quickly becoming.
Fifteen minutes have passed since then, and three things have changed. One, a grand total of five people in the long queue have entered the changing room. Two, the small wet spot had turned into a large wet patch that surrounded my pee hole from the accumulated amounts of pee that had dribbled into the swimsuit. And three - I was beginning to succumb to the fetishistic idea of letting it go right then and there. As the time passed, I began to realise that there was no way I was going to be able to endure the wait. Impulsively (and to my heart's desires), I decided - I was going to pee right here. Making sure nobody was facing my direction, I gingerly lifted the back of my skirt up, mashing it between myself and the seat rest so that it won't get wet. Then, I squeezed my thighs together and leaned forward a little, and released.
First, the shameful warmth that instantaneously spread all around my crotch (and my hand), as warm pee flowed freely into the swimsuit. Then, the shameful wetness along my butt and thighs, as urine soaked through more of the already saturated material, it began pooling in the shallow seat which couldn't hold much until it, too, overflowed. I witnessed the escaped liquids streaming out onto the seat and pattering silently on the floor, thanks to the thundering crash of rain onto sheet metal roofing. Relief and euphoria gradually took over as my bladder could finally relax, and I heaved a content sigh. I watched the stream of urine spill over the seat and trickle onto the concrete beneath, joining the rainwater and be washed away.
The stream began to fade, though I sat still, too afraid to move. I only dared to look around, in case anyone was watching, and I hoped nobody was watching. Then my eyes locked with another pair, seated next to me. My sister. Staring at me, then down at the (still) growing puddle beneath my seat, then back at me. A cold shudder ran through my body as it conveniently shook the last drops out.
She was watching.
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I had planned to continue this story but slowly forgot to finish writing it until I came across it doing some housekeeping with my files. So here's part 2, I guess?
A little bit short but have no idea how I should go about continuing the story, sorry about that!
Feel free to tell me what you think! |
The next few moments were some of the most awkward and embarrassing minutes that I had to live through in my life so far. Wetting yourself in front of someone is one thing, but your sister? And the younger one at that?
My face flushed and heated up, and I froze in my seat, whilst still letting the remaining pee flow out of me. I dared not look back at my sister, though I could feel her shocked and curious gaze weigh on me the entire time. This continued on for what was most likely 5 real-world minutes, though it definitely felt much longer than that.
"Can I ask you something?" She began, her voice barely audible over the sound of rain pattering down on sheet metal.
"What did you say?" Wrong response. She shifted over even closer now, and repeated herself into my ear.
"What is it?" I replied, still not willing to face her.
"Do you like..." She trailed off, suddenly unable to finish her sentence. "Actually, will you hate me if I say this?"
I heard a sob, and instinctively turned around. She had her hands over her face, but before I could reach out to her, she blurted everything out.
"I like pee. Do you like it?" I froze in shock, not knowing how to reply, and her hands gripped her face even harder, as she yelled and cringed at what she just blurted out. As I tried to find words to say, I suddenly heard more sobbing, and immediately without a second thought, I confessed.
"Yes." She jolted at me almost in shock, and lowered her hands to reveal to me tear-filled eyes, and a face about as red as mine about 10 minutes ago. "I really do, honest."
I spilt everything out to her - how I first wet myself at this very pool all those years back, how I felt about wetting and watching her wet herself, and even how I encouraged her to make it to the pool despite there being vacant, usable toilets at the train station. I watched her process everything I said, and I could tell that a conflict of emotions were brewing beneath her tear-stricken face. Whatever it was, it proved overwhelming, for the next thing I knew, she leaned onto me, and silently cried into my arm. In between sobs, she confessed that she had been feeling this way about pee for a while now, beginning with her ballet classes that she took since elementary school. As she alternated between crying and talking, I gently rubbed and patted her head, all the while mustering enough mental strength to not cry, though a few drops of tears did escape my eyelids. As she talked about her ballet pee story, I also began to recall a day years ago when I arrived home late from school, and found my sister standing around the front porch, with a large wet patch on the crotch of her ballet leotard and down her white tights. I didn't really assume anything about it back then, though now that scene would not stop replaying in my head.
Eventually, she calmed down, and got off me, allowing me to get off the pool of pee between me and my seat. I stood up, took my skirt off, handed it to my sister, pulling the pair of denim shorts out of my bag as well, and began assessing the damage. Luckily, I bunched my skirt up enough that it avoided taking any. My swimsuit, on the other hand, was fully soaked at the crotch, a large patch at the front of my crotch up until the gusset was discoloured and darkened into a deep, dark red, its blackish hue similar to wine and contrasting against the rest of my bright red suit. I stuck a hand behind my butt and felt around; a sizeable area felt wet and warm, meaning that a similarly large dark patch existed on my butt, confirming that my crotch was thoroughly wet front to back.
My sister put the skirt over her legsuit, and thankfully, it was long enough to conceal the bottom half of the swimsuit, hiding her soaked crotch and thighs, and dark enough that any wet patches from the skirt coming into contact with her pee-soaked swimsuit were not particularly visible. I put the pair of denim shorts on, realising that it was a little bit tight as I brought it up to my waist. Unfortunately, that meant that the crotch of my shorts immediately darkened around the crotch upon coming into contact with the pee-soaked swimsuit, and not long after putting it on, a dark, damp patch covered my crotch and butt, and it now looked as if I had wet myself through my shorts.
"Is that okay?" She asked, concerned, though I only smiled back in response. It was fine, as long as I could make her feel comfortable.
The rain had subsided a little bit by this point, though an announcement then rang out, informing everyone in the premise that due to the high chances of lightning continuing to strike the area for the next few hours, that the pool would be closed for the day. Visitors were advised to leave and head home as a result. We packed up as well, though there was nothing much for us to pack up, since we didn't bring extra clothes anyway. We exited the pool's premises as is - a white t-shirt and denim shorts soaked at the crotch by the swimsuit worn underneath for me, and a simple skirt over a swimsuit for her. A notification rang out on our phones just as we passed the gate, and both of us took a look - it was Dad messaging the family chat:
"Once again, your mother wants to go to the departmental store in town." The message read. "She says she has a couple of coupons to spend, which means we will be here till late, so you kids settle your own dinner, okay?"
Both of us saw the message, and immediately locked eyes with each other. Our mouths opened, but the words didn't come out. I hesitated, wondering if I should spill out the suggestion that I had in my mind. One that would either evolve or destroy our relationship.
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The continuation of the story is thanks to the idea by cjm3rcl1n3. However, I have no experience with such a thing, so I don't really know how you guys will like this short chapter. That said, do let me know what you think about it! |
Author's Note: Hi all! Just a quick reminder, this is a story involved anthropomorphic animals. This opening chapter doesn't contain desperation, but does set up the rest of the story. There will also be humiliation/domination themes throughout, so if this is something you don't enjoy please be aware! I'd love any feedback ya'll may have all well. Thanks!
Chapter 1:
"You've disappointed me, Subira." The deep, masculine voice cut through the air like a knife. Subira involuntarily pushed her canine ears back against her head. They lay flat as she stared down at the ground, utterly ashamed. Subira took pride in her position. She worked incredibly hard to please her King, her master. Knowing she had failed in such a public fashion was mortifying.
"I give my most humble apologies, my King." She spoke from her kneeling position. The young female jackalfolk didn't dare look up. She didn't deserve to meet his gaze. The drought plaguing her people was the worst many had seen in years. It hadn’t rained in months. Their best shamans pleaded with the gods to send water, but so far their cries seemed to have fallen on deaf ears. Earlier in the day she had carelessly knocked down a servant carrying several clay pitchers full of water on a tray. Water that could have slaked the thirst of many citizens.
Semut, her master, sighed. Normally, someone in his court making a mistake like this wasn't too difficult. But Subira had made it during the worst time, and in front of too many witnesses. He couldn't write it off, even if he'd have preferred to let someone he valued so highly off with a light judgement. He had to punish her, severely, for the transgression. More than that, it needed to reflect what she had done. Wasted water during a drought. He would have to think on it. Frustrated, he sent her away.
"Return to my chambers at first light. I will begin your punishment then." Semut growled. He rose from his chair, flicking Subira away with an irritated paw. What was an appropriate punishment for one of his favorites for making such a stupid mistake? He couldn’t simply take away several days water rations from her. She would dehydrate, not to mention he still needed her to be able to perform her duties. She was one of the best in his court when it came to acquiring things. But how could Subira possibly pay back such a debt?
Subira woke early the next morning. She had slept fitfully, not knowing what today would bring. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she got up, feeling the previous day’s burden upon her. She felt such a heavy guilt, knowing just how much precious water she had wasted. Hopefully Semut would help her atone more than just dole out some sort thoughtless of sentence. Subira doubted he would hurt her physically. She’d seen the king’s eyes upon her before. She knew she was a beauty to behold. She also doubted he would let her off easily, despite being one of his favored workers. Semut was known for handing out tough, but fair, judgements.
She took her morning piss before dressing herself in some of her plainest clothes. A simple white cotton shirt that still showed her flat belly while covering her ample breasts, and a white flowing skirt to cover her lower body, cutting off at the knee. Realizing the sun would be coming up soon, Subira quickly made her way to Semut's chamber. The sun was just started to creep into the sky when she reached his entrance, and she knocked quietly. "Come in." Subira heard him beckon.
She did so hesitantly, closing the door behind her. Her expression was contrite. The young woman truly hoped her King would have a suitable penalty awaiting her.
"Subira, I take no pleasure in punishing one of my most valued workers." Semut sighed, rising from his bed. He was tall, particularly for a jackalfolk, standing a full six feet. Many rulers grew complacent, no longer working on themselves physically. Semut, however, hadn't quit. He was strong, and it showed from his muscular arms down to the noticeable abs. Often he could be found practicing swordplay with some of the most fearsome men in his army. Semut hadn't yet been dressed for the day, but he made no effort to cover himself. He was not a modest man.
"I know you. How hard you toil at your post. Your punishment will suit your crime. Today, you will not waste water." He spoke clearly, walking over to stand in front of Subira, who had kneeled before him.
"Look up." The man spoke. His dick hung in front of the petite jackalfolk woman. She was surprised, then confused. Did he expect her to service his cock? Her tail began to wag nervously.
"Starting now, you will be given no water ration. Instead, you will drink my piss as I need release. You will not be permitted to let it out until I give the command. You will hold it in, no matter what, until you are allowed to let go. When I permit release, you will piss in a jug. When the jug is full, you will use it to water plants around the palace. This punishment will last until you fill the number of pitchers you so carelessly wasted." Semut concluded. "Do you understand your judgement?"
Subira nodded silently. It was not what she had anticipated, but it was atonement.
"Good." Semut spoke. “You will perform whatever duties I require of you outside of this. You will be at my side until you have fulfilled this punishment.” He pumped his hips forward lightly, jiggling his cock forward. The gesture was clear.
Subira said nothing as she took his dick lightly in her mouth. She had no complaints she could voice. While she expected this to be miserable, it would truly make up for what she had done. As Semut’s hot, acrid piss began to fill her mouth, her eyes water. His first morning’s piss was awful. It was intense, and unpleasant, but there was nothing to be done but drink. And drink. And drink. It seemed as if her torment would never end, but at last his stream trickled down to a stop. Subira swallowed, grimacing as the taste stayed on her tongue. She could feel her stomach was now uncomfortably full of liquid.
Dread settled in as she remembered just how many pitchers had been wasted the day before. Ten. This would not be the last morning piss she drank. |
Chapter 2
The morning wore on, and Subira realized the true difficulty of her situation. She joined her king at his side, a shameful collar placed upon her neck as a mark of her punishment. Semut wouldn't stand to have anyone think Subira was being rewarded by such an extended audience with the king. As the awful bloat in her belly began to ease, Subira could feel her bladder start to fill. Semut was a large, muscular man. She expected he would drink, and therefore piss much more than she would in a typical day. Having to contain that until he deemed fit would prove a challenge.
The challenge only increased as she took a seat on the floor beside his throne. Semut would preside over his court today, hearing the requests of those his advisors saw fit to put before him. Subira knew there would be a certain expectation of decorum. She couldn't show her growing urge. Not that she would otherwise. Above many other traits, Subira was fiercely proud. She would be the master of her own body, whatever it took.
Semut sat before being announced. Court began, as dry and boring as ever. Many petitions came and went, most being requests for more food, water, or land. Patiently, the king listened. He sipped at a goblet that various servants intermittently filled with wine. Though he didn't drink greedily, he spoke often, asking engaging questions to learn more about any citizen before him. Subira said nothing. She sat and listened, having only spent a small time in such proceedings before.
Some two hours later, a recess was called. Semut nodded towards Subira, who rode then followed him obediently. Her bladder sat uncomfortably full, but she didn't say anything. She was in charge, she told herself. Her bladder had no voice.
Yet, after being lead to a private chamber devoid of chamber pots, Subira couldn't help but tense her muscles as a nasty wave of urgency hit her. She didn't need to ask what would happen next, she simply lowered herself to her knees. Semut wore only a formal skirt, with nothing beneath. She saw a glimmer of approval just before she slid her head beneath the fabric.
As soon as the piss shot into her mouth, Subira tensed again. Semut's groan as he let go didn't help matters in the slightest. She too needed to pee, but she was denied it. Her stomach began to fill again with the several goblets of converted wine. She didn't notice her legs twisted themselves together in an effort to keep everything contained. Finally, as the stream ended, Subira removed her maw from Semut's cock. Dutifully she stood, but couldn't help to scan the room again, hoping to see a jug she could use as well. Clearly, however, there would be no relief now. Semut began to lead the way back to court.
With her bladder uncomfortably full and her stomach once more sloshing with liquid, Subira forced herself to pay a renewed amount of attention to the court. Anything to take her mind off the swelling balloon inside her. She'd endured worse before, she reasoned. As an acquirer, she was known to have skill in negotiations. Sometimes that involved plying a diplomat with drinks (imbibing herself as well) and then out waiting them. Her bladder could handle this. She was the one in charge.
Yet, she found herself subtly untying the string on her skirt. She needed the room, and her bladder was starting to bulge outwards. She drifted her fingers across it lightly. It was taut to the touch, filled so full that it felt hard beneath her skin. Still, however, she said nothing. She would endure.
As the day's session wrapped up, Subira struggled to maintain composure as she got to her feet. She tried to look graceful in her movements, but had to push her legs together when she stood. Not for long, maybe a couple seconds, but Semut's curious gaze seemed to have caught it. Embarrassed, Subira began to follow him walking as normally as she could manage. Her bladder was so overfull, she could feel each step sloshing around inside her, begging for release. "What is next, my king?" She inquired as the duo turned a corner out of sight.
Semut said nothing for a moment, seeming thoughtful. "Next will be a brief break, and then I will begin sword practice." He spoke. His eyes roamed the petite woman beside him. He could clearly see the outline her bladder was making, pushed out so far she looked almost pregnant. Yet she said nothing of her need. Her pride don't permit her to act out of turn, though she was clearly ready to pop. Semut considered carefully where to go next. Part of him wanted to push her to her limit. To see if she would say nothing until the sea of piss within her spilled out against her will. He felt a stirring of arousal as he pondered it.
But, it wouldn't be right, and it would go against the spirit of her punishment. The goal, after all, was for her to repay her debt. She would need a break if she was to continue. Semut knew it was the right choice, but felt a small twinge of frustration at making it. Then again, he supposed, there would be other opportunities before she had atoned fully. He called over another servant walking by, who appeared to be carrying a mixture of full and empty water jugs.
Subira's bladder made itself known, and she barely managed to stifle the whimper the fought to come out. The piss inside her was becoming overwhelming, and with the empty jug in sight she felt certain she knew what would happen next. The thought of eminent release made it even harder to hold out, but Subira forced herself to do nothing more than squeezing her thighs together as subtly as she could manage.
Semut pulled one of the empty jugs as well as one of the full ones. He would need it for the upcoming practice. The empty jug he handed off to Subira. She had impressed him. She remained as silent and stoic as one could reasonably expect. Had he not known her predicament, he'd have not even realized she needed to go.
He set the jug on the ground beside Subira while the other servant quickly skittered off out of sight. Semut waited another impossibly long second. Subira could feel the full weight of everything held inside her. She made no move toward to pot, steeling herself against her need and facing Semut coolly. He waved his hand toward the jug. "Go ahead."
Subira didn't need to be told twice. She squatted over the fortunately wide mouthed jug, bunched her skirt out of the way in her hands, and let go. Her relief was immediate. The loud hissing of her urine shooting out almost covered her small moan. Tail raised slightly, her tail began a slow wag and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. She couldn't help but pant as the intense stream continued to propel itself out of her. Slowly, the large bump on her abdomen began to diminish.
Her stream started to slow, but the pitch on the jug began to increase as she rapidly filled it. The hissing began to quiet down as she finished up. When the torrent finally ceased, she stayed for a moment, just enjoying being empty for the first time in hours. If the Semut intended to have her hold like this the rest of the week, she was in for a rough punishment indeed.
Semut handed a soft couple leaves to Subira to wipe with. She thanked him, but his mind was elsewhere. The now throbbing erection hidden under his cloth had surprised him. Initially, he had chalked it up to Subira's unintentionally sexy moan, but as he kept hardening watching her piss, he knew that wasn't all there was too this. He felt a distinct urge to mount her there an then.
It wasn't as if he'd never considered it. Subira was pretty, with a quick wit and a stubbornness matched only by her loyalty to her people. Today had been a prime example. As the now full jug sat on the ground, he could see just how much she'd contained. She had hardly shown an inkling of her need. Clearly, she had been told to hold on and so she had held on until permitted otherwise. That level of drive made Semut want to have her as his own.
He had intended to take another piss before practice, but decided to give Subira a break. "Go water the plants with that, then meet me at the practice field. We shall resume there."
Subira nodded, hefting the jug carefully as she started the walk towards the nearest plants she could think of. Despite having emptied herself, there was a distinct soreness in her bladder. She hoped it wouldn't interfere with the punishment. The idea of losing control was utterly abhorrent, not only to her pride as an adult, but to her pride in atoning. Wasting more liquid would be a grave sin in the wake of such a costly mistake. She felt a small tingle of pride as she began watering the plants with her waste. A full jug was complete. Not even a day had gone by, and she had finished one tenth of what she owed. Perhaps it would go faster than she had initially thought. |
Chapter 3
Semut had already begun practice when Subira arrived at the indoor field. Normally Semut would work on swordplay outside, but given the particularly brutal nature of this summer other arrangements had been made. Even in the relatively cool indoors, Subira could see her king was already drenched in sweat.
Semut was fighting with another male Jackal warrior, Kebos. Kebos was a small, wiry man. His muscles weren't large, but what he lacked in size and strength he made up for in speed. He was unmatched in his quickness, lithely dipping and dodging Semut's wooden blades before darting back in with his own. They'd done this many times before. The court had a variety of warriors he kept as frequent sparring partners, but Kebos' smaller frame and prowess made him a unique favorite.
"Keep it up Semut, I've got all day." Kebos taunted as Semut called for a break. While few dared speak to the king in such a way, Kebos had no such qualms. "You're getting slower and slower these days. Maybe your should just rest your royal butt on the throne and stop pretending to know how to fight. I know many people who'd love to get their hands of that scimitar of yours." Semut rolled his eyes, grabbing a water jug and drinking from it greedily.
"Watch your tongue, Kebos, or the next time I catch you I'll cut it out." Semut growled between gulps.
"Well if you have to catch me first I'll be safe. You couldn't catch a snail with how you're fighting." Kebis quipped back, his smirk never leaving his face.
Semut set the jug back down. When he did so, he made eye contact with Subira. He hadn't realized she had arrived. He could see poorly masked laughter on her face. Kebos seemed to notice her as well, looking at her curiously for a moment before Semut turned around and narrowed his eyes at Kebos. He dove back into the sparring with a renewed vigor.
Subira hadn't been privy to one of these sessions before. Semut was known to be generally private about them. Typically even servants weren't around, they simply dropped off the equipment before and picked it up after. She couldn't help but admire Semut's muscles straining under his fur as he barely rolled out of Kebos' latest assault. He launched upwards with has practice sword, finally landing a hit on the other male.
"Finally! Perhaps you should invite the girl to more sessions, you certainly seemed to improve once she arrived." Kebos barked out as they reset. Subira couldn't help but wag her tail a little as Semut caught her eye. The rest of the practice passed enjoyably. Kebos gave Semut an intense workout, but there was a large difference between how he fought before noticing Subira and after. Finally the session wore down, both men dripping with sweat and panting heavily. Semut picked up his water jug and began sucking it down, and Kebos did the same. Semut set a large paw on his back and led him off out of Subira's line of sight.
He returned a few minutes later, walking over to Subira. She knew what the expectation would be. While she had enjoyed her reprieve, she didn't argue as she got to her knees. Semut nodded approvingly as she took his member in her mouth. She struggled to keep up with his stream as he released himself into her. She was finding it easier than she had previously, however. Relaxing her throat was coming more naturally, and she was doing better with the taste than she had. But the volume was still the difficulty.
Eventually, he finished. Semut seemed visibly more relaxed. "Come, we'll take lunch." He told her, the began walking towards a different chamber.
Lunch, given the drought, was better than Subira had eaten in ages. So much was being rationed that seasoning and fresh vegetables had gotten more rare. Being able to eat new carrots along side her perfectly prepared meat was an incredible treat. She was not offered anything to drink, but she had no complaints about that. It was part of her punishment after all. The king, however, drank wine.
She took no notice. It wasn't until near the end of the meal when she could feel herself filling up that she grew concerned. With how much effort had gone into holding everything back earlier in the day, she could tell her muscles didn't have the same fortitude they had. They were already tired.
When Semut sent the other servants away, Subira tensed. She knew what would be coming next, and she wasn't wrong. Semut stood from his chair, gesturing for her to take her knees. She did so without complaint, then began drinking Semut's piss. While she still detested the taste, it was slowly becoming more tolerable. She drank quickly, sucking the liquid down as fast as possible to end the torment.
When finished, she couldn't help but grimace as she stood. The king's piss sloshed inside her, and she hated to consider what would happen if she wasn't permitted another break. Yet, Semut didn't offer. He didn't seem to be looking at her, gathering his things as he got ready to leave the room. "Come, Subira. Our day continues. We need to walk the palace grounds." He informed her.
Though she rarely took time to appreciate it, the Palace was beautiful. Subira truly tried to take it in, as Semut led her along the route he typically followed. He explained the history of some spots, telling great tales of ages past, when their forefathers had first constructed their home. The lecture was fascinating, and Subira wished she could have heard it under different circumstances. Her worked hard to match his pace, but everything she'd had to drink made the poor jackal bloated. Her bladder was sending more urgent signals, splitting her attention between the story being told and try to keep everything contained.
Semut had started noticing the subtle signs of Subira's worsening condition. There was a stiffness to her gait and a tightness to the area around her skirt that had not been there previously. However, he had a destination in mind. One they were very nearly approaching, as Semut rounded a corner showing the duo a massive stair case.
Subira grimaced at the sight of the stairs. She couldn't remember having ever taken this particular set before, but they were long, clearly going somewhere quite high. Every step was torture as she steeled her bladder against the assault it was now under. There was no way to take quick, small steps here. Every time her foot struck stone, she worried it would be the last moment she'd be dry. As if by some miracle, however, she made it to the top.
The view was nothing short of breath taking. She could see the entire city of Keldren from up here. The farms on the outskirts, the bustling merchants busily running around the down town, even the river snaking its way around. She realized Semut had stopped speaking as he placed a paw on her shoulder, guiding her to the right.
"Look there, Subira. That is the point in the river where we collect our water. See how low it sits?" Semut asked, but continued shortly after without waiting for a response. "I know you understand the gravity of your mistake, however, I wanted you to see why I constructed your punishment as such. The river's edge hasn't been this low in our lifetime. I worry for my people. This is why no water can go to waste. Every drop could have gone to someone tilling fields or a soldier training."
Subira's ears lay flat against her head, shamefully. She knew she was lucky, a valued employee of the royalty. Many had it far worse.
"I need you to understand. I think you have a great future here in the palace, Subira. That means that you have to be held to a higher standard." Senut added. He could feel Subira shifting gently from foot to foot, clearly trying to hide the movements as they stopped when he looked directly at her. Again he considered making her beg for release, but again he decided against it. "Turn to your left. There is a pot that once held a palm. You may go there." He pointed, then waved her away dismissively.
With relief in sight, Subira felt her control slip. She had made it only a couple steps before piss began fighting to come out even harder. It railed against her sphincter like a tidal wave, and she had to pause for a moment. Bouncing in place, she managed to stem the coming flood just enough to make it the remaining steps.
She lined herself up and let go, finally. This pot was a bit taller, and rather than facing the Pharaoh she chose to face away, affording herself some small dignity as she pissed into the pot. Her tail raised and wagged gently as her muscles relaxed. She had been so full that at first, there was no relief, just a small amount of pressure gone. After the first ten or so seconds, she finally started to feel it, and it felt so good. On the high point they stood on with the wind whipping around, her skirt lifted up a few times providing an excellent view to the male behind her, but Subira paid no mind. She was too lost in the pleasure of finally getting to take the piss she had so desperately needed.
Finally, her stream slowed to a trickle, and eventually stopped. Subira realized she was panting loudly, quickly stopping as she slowly came back to reality. There was a distinct blush on her face as she turned around to see Semut staring at her. As much of a hard ass as Subira could be, always the type to focus on duty and propriety as much as possible, it suddenly dawned on her that this was the second time today she'd put on such a show. Had Semut been looking at her like that the first time? While most of him looked cool and collected, there was a hungry expression in his eyes. What did that mean?
Semut nodded back towards the view. "Would you care to take a second look?" He asked, with a teasing smile. Subira nodded, crossing the distance between them to look out over the horizon. It was beautiful, made all the better without the weight of the world in her bladder. |
"Fuck," She said to herself. She was running very late for her plane and was starting to worry that she wouldn't make it through security in time.
Megan had gone for what was supposed to be a quick run before catching her plane back home but got lost on the way back. She was here only on business and wasn't super familiar with the area, but she hadn't had any problems before today. She cursed herself for not going back for her phone when she first realized she left it but there was nothing to be done about it for now. After an extra 30 minutes of running and asking a person on the street for directions, she finally found her way back. Megan got her things together as quickly as possible, not even stopping to change out of her sweaty clothes. Luckily it only took 5 minutes for the nearest Uber to get to her and she was on her way.
She got to the airport at 10 AM, leaving only 45 minutes before boarding. She started to become very nervous that she might miss her flight as she needed to attend an important meeting shortly after she arrived and was already feeling on shaky ground at her new job. Being nervous always made her feel a little bit like she needed to pee and Megan realized that she hadn't peed since she first got up and had two cups of coffee and copious amounts of water while running in the sun trickling down to her bladder. She hoped she'd get a chance to stop at a bathroom before boarding the plane but going through security wasn't going very quickly. The minutes ticked by and soon her plane was only 10 minutes from boarding. Panic was starting to set in and she crossed her legs as she stood in line, trying to act normal but unable to stop grabbing her self discreetly every so often to hold back the wave. Finally it was her turn and she placed all her items on the conveyer belt to be xrayed and stepped through the scanner.
In the scanner there's two footprints painted on the floor to show you where to put your feet, and spreading her legs that wide proved uncomfortable. The feeling of liquid building up inside of her was becoming increasingly worse and Megan was running out of time. She stepped out of the scanner as instructed and couldn't help but cross her legs slightly, pressing her thighs together and then correcting herself. The scanner showed a picture highlighting an area on her thigh and her abdomen that needed to be searched by hand and the TSA agent instructed her to spread her legs and lift her arms. Megan fought the urge to cross her legs again, she always felt embarrassed about people showing she needed to pee or was peeing. She spread them as instructed and tightened her muscles, trying not to think about the stupid amount of liquid that was pressing more and more on her bladder.
The TSA agent searched her leg which was far too close to her pussy and tickled, and she prayed that she didn't start peeing while his fingers were there to feel it. He then moved to her abdomen and the pressure on her bladder, though gentle, was torture. He gave her a thumbs up and Megan rushed to collect her things, struggling to get her shoes back on and then picking them up and running as she realized that her plane was already boarding. She had planned to not try for a bathroom until she found her gate but it was becoming an emergency. She checked her watch and it was already boarding time, but boarding took awhile and there was still time until departure. She followed the signs to the nearest bathroom, running as fast as she could with her luggage. The coffee and water she drank sloshed around in her body as she ran and a spurts of pee began to leak out as she got closer to the bathroom. She looked down at her light pink leggings and cringed at the idea of how visible it would be if she wet herself in them. She felt like she might start peeing as she went to open the bathroom door, and had to stop to cross her legs together as her body threatened to start peeing whether she liked it or not. Her ears burned as someone walked up behind her to enter the bathroom and she forced herself to uncross her legs and step inside, losing another spurt of pee into her leggings.
Megan's heart sank as she saw the line inside. Her hand shot between her legs immediately as she felt herself seconds from losing it. She considered asking to cut in line but saw that the women in front of her were also crossing their legs and tapping their feet. She couldn't bear the idea of asking to cut in line and being denied while everyone knew how much she needed to pee, and exited the bathroom in a rush. It was then that she heard it, her name being called over the intercom that her gate was closing. Her heart started racing. She always forgot that doors close awhile before departure. She pushed past the three people that had already lined up behind her as small spurts of pee continued to leak out. Her heart was beating fast and she felt like she might start crying. As she left the bathroom she saw two men that entered at the same time as her looking happy and relieved, and she resented them and their bathrooms that never had lines.
Megan ran again as fast as she could to her gate. She listened as the intercom came on announcing a last call for a Megan Schumer to make her flight. She saw the gate and started running faster, only losing a little pee in the process. The TSA agents seemed to regard her with judgment as she rushed up, sweating and flustered. She waited to hand over her boarding pass as the agent finished typing something into her computer and was forced to cross her legs as the feeling of desperation came back full force. The agent looked at her with a raised eyebrow, making Megan's cheeks burn red. She felt so embarrassed and wanted to uncross her legs but feared that would be even more embarrassing.
The TSA agent seemed to scan her boarding pass as slow as possible and Megan grew frustrated and hot. The feeling of pee inside her was excruciating now and her chance to at least pee before the plane took off was ticking away. Finally she was allowed through and rushed to board the plane. She struggled to get her bag into the overhead compartment, the effort of lifting it making it hard to hold her muscles. Once she finished she looked back toward the bathrooms and her heart leapt at the opportunity to finally relieve herself. She headed that way and grabbed for the door, her body seeming to start to pee preemptively at the knowledge of getting to pee so soon. She pulled on the door to find it locked, but it was too late. She realized with horror that she was peeing. She crossed her legs and her hand shot between them, but the stream only became stronger. Megan moaned involuntarily as she began to relieve herself fully into her leggings, one hand still on the bathroom door handle. She blushed profusely as she heard herself and a few heads turned to look at her. They gawked with wide eyes as they realized what they were seeing and Megan continued to pee, the liquid completely drenching her inner thighs and ass, now dripping down to her shoes. The plane was completely silent and a hissing could be heard as her body let go entirely and more heads turned to see her.
Megan peed for what felt like forever and it felt like the humiliation would never end. Some people averted their gaze but most of the men kept staring, mortifying her. The bathroom door began to open and Megan stumbled out of the way, still completely peeing into her leggings and onto the airplane floor. Her embarrassment only increased tenfold as she realized the smell that was filling the cabin and now half of the plane was looking to see what was happening. The man exiting the bathroom stared at her as she finished peeing herself, the loud hissing turning into a small stream.
She tried to clean herself up in the bathroom but the smell of her urine filled the plane for the rest of the flight. Her embarrassment continued for another four hours as she sat in her wet leggings on the plane, leaving a dark spot on the seat. |
As soon as the countdown finished, Natasha bolted out of the door, and into the laboratory where they originally entered. Carol was immediately behind her, but Wanda held out her hand, and thus stopped her from exiting. Wanda immediately held out both of her hands, and fiddled around with the zipper on Carol's suit, hoping that she could ensure that it would be stuck.
Wanda knew she wouldn't have long before Carol realized what was going on and could react. Wanda focused in on the front of Carol's suit where her zipper was located, and she managed to lock it in place, before she let her go.
"How dare you?" Carol scowled and glared at her, before using her powers to bolt out of the door. Carol would deal with Wanda later. For now, she had to ensure that she would be first in line for the bathroom.
Meanwhile, Natasha had made her way out and was rushing down the hallway as fast as she could. By now, her bladder was screaming for release, and she couldn't help it as some of her bladder's contents leaked out into her panties as she sprinted towards the bathrooms at the opposite end of the compound. Nearly everyone she encountered along her way gave her a puzzled look, as they were unaware of why she was sprinting as fast as she could.
Natasha's hands were on her crotch as she attempted to hold through her catsuit as the bathrooms were in sight. She noticed the sign hanging above the door that signified the bathroom, and there was no line outside, which was a good thing for her. As soon as she got close, she threw open the door and entered in. There were a few stalls, and none of them were occupied.
Natasha quickly unzipped her catsuit, and entered into a stall. She unzipped it all the way, and removed her dampened panties down towards her knees, as she relaxed her bladder muscles, and let the torrent of pee gush out of her, and into the toilet, as she got the relief she had coveted for so long. It felt extremely liberating to not have to worry about holding her bladder any longer, and she was incredibly relieved now.
Meanwhile, Carol had just left the laboratory and was sprinting to the restroom much closer. She didn't care if there was a wait, she felt that she had priority over everyone else. Sure enough, a small line had gathered outside the one stall that was available for each gender. There was about three ladies waiting in line and they all appeared to have a strong urge to go, one was holding their crotch, and the other two appeared to look quite nervous, with their legs pressed tightly.
Carol immediately made her way to the front of the line. The other ladies began to object but as Carol turned around, they all backed down, not wanting to antagonize her. Besides, she was technically higher in seniority than the other three, who were all of less important jobs. The person occupying the toilet was taking her sweet time, unaware of the desperate ladies that were waiting in line to relieve their bladders.
As Carol was waiting, Wanda and Natasha made their way down towards the bathroom that Carol occupied. They both had slight smirks on their faces, eager for what might happen. Carol rolled her eyes as she saw the two coming, knowing that it was likely that Natasha was able to relieve herself.
"Excuse me ladies...but I believe you will have to find another bathroom." Natasha informed, to the grunts of the three workers who were waiting patiently. They all began to walk off, but at a hurried pace to ensure they could make it to the bathroom.
Soon, the occupant in the bathroom exited, and Carol immediately made a run for it, but Wanda used her powers to slam the door shut, and she was able to lock it from the inside. "I don't think so..." She laughed slightly as she shook her head.
"I bet you have to go so badly...don't you? Imagine the powerful being such as yourself not being able to hold your bladder in..." Natasha teased and motioned towards a nearby camera. "I'll bet whoever's watching is going to have such a good show..." She laughed slightly, as Carol's facial expression turned quite serious. She shook her head, and held her crotch with her hand.
Carol looked at the bathroom door handle, and tried to open it as hard as she could, but the handle flew off and landed harmlessly at the opposite end of the hallway. Her eyes went wide, as she knew there was no way to get into the bathroom now, unless she broke down the door entirely.
"Ah...what a shame. You might need that to get into the bathroom..." Wanda teased and walked over towards her, as she gently rubbed her hand on Carol's abdomen. "You must've been even more desperate than us...you have such a large bulge..." She smiled at her. "You know...for your troubles...I'll let you into the bathroom..." Wanda said and winked over at Natasha.
Carol smiled slightly, knowing that she would have the chance to finally relieve herself! It turns out everything would work out after all. Wanda used her powers to open the door, as Carol bolted inside. Once inside, she began to attempt to unzip her outfit. However, she began to tug at the zipper, but it failed to budge loose. It appeared that Wanda was able to make her zipper stuck, and that she couldn't remove her outfit.
Carol continued tugging as hard as she could, trying to remove her outfit. However, the sight of the toilet made her desperation even worse, and it eventually overwhelmed her. Carol gasped loudly as her bladder muscles gave in, and a torrent of pee gushed out through her panties into her uniform. There was a clear dampened spot where her crotch was, and it grew steadily, as pee trickled out through onto the ground, and a puddle began to form in the bathroom. Carol was incredibly embarrassed, especially after taunting Wanda for her failure to hold it. Now, she had wet herself, and it was even more humiliating for her, being as powerful as she was.
Wanda and Natasha simply watched as the powerful Captain Marvel had wet herself, and the two couldn't help but laugh.
"It looks like you might need to clean yourself up..." |
This story is based in an all girls high school where for some unforseen reason makes girls (and teachers) constantly need to pee. thus the school had to install more toilets to deal with the overwhelming amount of girls needing to pee going so far as to install squat toilets to save money. funny thing no one acts any differently at the school and there is still a bathroom policy meaning students may not always have permission to pee. these story's will follow a girl called Amy who has recently just transferred to this school and has no knowledge on the effect it has on girls.
chapter 1
Amy was hesitant as she walked through the gates of her knew school as she had not really met any students when she had gotten shown around and she almost felt a chill down her spine as she walked through the doors and headed towards the rectors office (rector being what a principle would be referred as in the UK) whilst she walked around the school towards her office in her school uniform she noticed there were quite a lot of bathrooms in fact there was nearly one on every floor much different than her old school which only had two large bathroom one for boys and one for girls in fact a she doors swung open she saw a lot of the bathrooms were occupied even though it was still early in the morning she thought they must have missed their morning pees at home as she arrived at the office and knocked at the door.
The door then was opened and standing their was a tall slim woman in with almost frizzy black hair greeting her with a smile "hello you must be Amy I'm your rector Mrs May" Amy greeted her with a hello and she was lead into her office which already had a pupil waiting for her an average height slim girl with brown hair who was introduced to her as her guide to the school who's name was Jasmine. They shook hands and Amy was given her time table by Mrs May and they were on their way together as they shared all the same classes "Mrs May seems nice" said Amy trying to make some conversation "oh she is" she replied. she continued by saying she would show her around as the day went on as they shared the same classes it was at this moment that Amy was feeling a small need to pee in her bladder. she thought to herself that it was strange as she went to the toilet before she left the liquids she drank shouldn't be making it down their already she shrugged it off as they were nearly at class and she didn't want to announce her need to pee in front of a girl she just met. slowly they both prodded into class which was maths and she was introduced to her maths teacher miss johns and took a seat at the back with Jasmine helped her understand what the heck that teas her was talking about but as the class went on her need to pee grew which caused her to be slightly uncomfortable. when the class was near over jasmine told Amy she had two other friends called Danielle and Mary who would be cool with her hanging out with them. the bell for the next class rang which then made them both go to their next class which luckily for her was biology which she was good at.the class started with the teacher going on about animal parts and such, standard biology stuff. but at the same time her need to pee was growing faster than usual by her standards and halfway through the class she was forced to cross and uncross her legs to relieve the rapidly growing pressure in her bladder and by the end of the 50 minute period she had to place a hand in her crotch to relieve the pressure. the class ended and her and Jasmine headed towards her final class before break luckily for her this class was close to a bathroom bad news being she had to go so bad that she could barely focus but when she glanced to jasmine she noticed she had her hand at we crotch and was staring at the door Amy thought to herself "she must have to pee too it seems like forever but the final bell finally went and when it did both girls ran out of class and ran for the nearest bathroom Amy burst in first hand in only to see all three stalls taken and one girl with her legs crossed grabbing her skirt saying "hurry up and finish I'm about to leak!" Amy then heard the girl from inside the stall reply with "be patient I'm emptying gallons here ive had to since before I left home Jasmine then ran in the room also holding her crotch and saying " oh hey Mary " she didnt get a response Amy guessed the petite brown haired girl at the front was Mary the stall the door opened and standing inside was a tall developed girl who Jasmine referred to as Danielle Mary pushed and past her and ran in the stall locking it behind her leaving Amy and Jasmine out holding their crotches listening to Mary's loud stream of pee hitting the toilet bowl followed by a moan another stall opened with a girl walking out of it Jasmine gestured to Amy to go in and She ran in locking the door behind her she then raised her skirt lowered her leggings before sitting on the toilet and releasing a thick powerful stream from her pee hole she sat on the toilet puffing and panting while her stream kept on going it was well over a minute before it stopped. she then wiped pulled up her pants and leggings and then walked out of the stall to find Jasmine bolting past her into the stall to leave her outside with Mary and Danielle both girls stared at each other before Danielle said to her and said "Jasmine didn't tell you this school secret did she " Amy looked at the both and said "what secret"
to be continued |
Space exploration.
Man’s greatest achievement.
Naturally, it’s led by women, but we’ll let the men think it’s theirs.
Today marks one year in space for me.
One year and seven days ago, my tiny space station (just 7 feet wide, and 13 feet long on the internal compartment) was blasted into orbit. A week in, my rocket docked with it, and I’ve been here ever since. Alone.
It’s been a lot of work. This station is meant to be the backbone of a rapidly expanding port for refueling and resupplying before taking off for distant planets and even eventually galaxies. Which means there’s no room for error.
This past year, I’ve spent ever day, every single day, working out kinks, bugs, flaws, and unforeseen issues to prepare for today.
Today is the first time I’ll have visitors - a Canadian crew here to ensure proper docking and function of the supply reserve area of the station (their contribution to the project). They’ll be here a total of 28 hours, pending no problems or complications. I can’t wait to get rid of them already.
It’s not that I’m antisocial. I’m not. You just get used to doing things your own way, without interruption or distraction.
Since this isn’t an official log, I can also talk about less than scientifically necessary functions and experiments as well.
The first thing is, I’ve taken up nudity. With the exception of weekly video briefings with Command and calls home, there’s really no reason to wear clothes. They just sort of get in the way in the cramped quarters, are difficult and time consuming to wash and dry, and it’s not like my neighbors can see me. Sometimes I’ll wear just underwear, most of the time not.
That brings me to another point, I’m hairy. Like full, thriving bush hairy. Not that it matters, but I’ve made it sort of a point not to shave a single time while up here. I shave my armpits, more just for comfort, but my nethers, well, I’ve almost forgotten what they actually look like besides just a nest of she-hair. Almost 😜
While we’re on the topic of my lower zone, we should talk about probably the biggest thing. When I was on Earth, I found some enjoyment in holding my bladder. Nothing major, and certainly only in private. Since coming up here though, I’ve had pretty much nothing but privacy.
A few things to mention before we get into the thick of it. Holding in space is a bit different than holding on Earth. First off, gravity. There’s none up here. I’ve done a few rotational tests with the station to test it’s stability, but otherwise, there isn’t any gravity whatsoever. That means a lot less force pressing and pulling against your bladder which means I can hold hold more volume, and for longer.
In the same category is air pressure. The lab nerds figured out a compositional mixture for the air I breathe that’s a little different than Earth’s air. It’s designed to require less air pressure while still allowing the human body to thrive. Less air pressure, less bladder pressure, more volume holding.
A few months ago, I ran a test to simulate a critical drop in air pressure. I had on an airtight mask to provide me with enough air to beath and to stay focused on the results, but the pressure around me was halved. Of course I went into the test with a ragingly full bladder (Command doesn’t need to know that bit). Because they were monitoring results and had a video stream running, I had to wear clothes which made my need even worse. I was just hoping not to wet myself while they were on the feed. As soon as I started dropping the pressure, I slowly started to feel less and less need. When the pressure reached our goal, I barely had to go at all. It was a weird feeling - going from feeling like you could wet yourself to a mild urge, if any, in less than 5 minutes without actually letting any out.
I maintained this reduced air pressure and zero gravity state for 6 hours. By the end of that time, I barely had any increase in my need. I was still at a moderate, but constant need. My bladder bulged out everywhere, including against my belt. It was a very different feeling. I could feel the ever increasing amount of fluid filling me up, and it was sloshing around all over the place, but it wasn’t like a “gotta go so bad right now” kind of feeling.
Bringing the air cabin air pressure back up, on the other hand, was a very, VERY different experience. Fortunately, Command felt I could handle this part by myself and logged off the video stream. With every 5% increase in pressure displayed on the monitor, my bladder felt pounds heavier.
55% normal pressure - sudden increase in how heavy my lower abdomen felt.
60% normal pressure - I could feel the air starting to squeeze against my bulging and very full bladder. I decided now was as good a time as any to pull my pants off. It helped ease my need a little and I was once again completely alone.
65% normal air pressure - I knew I was not going to make it back to baseline pressure. Of course, I’d known that all along. I’d had to go far too bad when I started lowering the cabin pressure 7 hours ago. But it was at this point my need was reconfirmed.
70% normal air pressure - A little surprise. So far, I’d felt everything in just my bladder and lower abdomen. As the pressure increased, I felt that heaviness work it’s way lower and lower. Now, it was as low as it could get. I felt a small stream, constant in its pressure, fill up and work its way through my previously sealed-tight urethra. It felt like it was reinflating the tube. Lower and lower it worked, ever closer to its escape. I pulled back. Hard. Clenching my pelvic muscles as hard as I could. But no luck. My bladder was as full as it could be given the current external pressures. There was nothing I could do to stop that first dribble from coming out, wetting just the immediate crotch area of my standard issue panties (fashion was not a priority in space travel. I have 6 pairs, each the same small size, same boring white cotton, the same hip hugger style. My world for a hot pink thong and someone to oogle at it). They weren’t drenched, not even saturated, but certainly were visibly wet. And given how my urethra was still filled to the point of loosing a fairly regular stream of dribbles, they weren’t getting any drier.
In one awkwardly flailing movement in the zero gravity, I yanked off the less than flattering but decently wet panties, and grabbed a nearby Erlenmeyer flask with its somewhat narrow top. I learned very early on in my journey that everything floats without gravity. Everything. Take peeing standing up (one of the very first unofficial things I just had to try) for example. It comes out in a very straight, very strong and narrow stream straight towards the floor. It’s amazing. Until it hits the floor and splashes out in every direction in small bubbles of liquid. I spent my free time during the next 3 days chasing down those pee bubbles. Not a lot of fun.
A few weeks later, I gave peeing into a water bottle a shot. I figured if it was contained, it could float around all it wants. However, since I was holding it a few inches away from myself, it bounced around the inside of the bottle for a bit, only to find its way back out. This time however, I was prepared and cut my flow off immediately and caught the few rogue bubbles the best way I could think of on the fly - in my mouth. In regards to if I swallowed them or not, well, whichever suits your imagination 🤭
Since then, I’d tried several different options until I came across the Erlenmyer flask. The wide body allowed plenty of room for my ever expanding bladder to release into, while the narrow opening was perfect to press into myself to create a near perfect watertight seal. Which is exactly what I did immediately after ripping my underwear off. I lost a total of 3 small pee bubbles in the process as I dribbled. Not too shabby.
75% normal pressure - While I wasn’t actively peeing, I also wasn’t clenching my muscles as hard. I sort of just let the increasing air pressure push on my bladder and squeeze more and more out.
It took a total of 15 more minutes for the pressure to return to baseline. I held the flask in place the entire time, watching it slowly fill slowly. A gush here, a dribble there. A straight out stream for a bit. When the meter read 100%, I finally started allowing myself to pee, releasing my muscles completely, even pushing a little at the end. 3.1 liters. By FAR the most I’d ever gone at one time. By far. It was amazing to look at, floating and sloshing in the flask. It was difficult to look at that volume and imagine all of it inside me just minutes ago.
I can’t help but smile thinking back to to some of those moments. They’re what helped give me the confidence to embark on a very risky unsanctioned mission. As the Canadians approach, I’m standing here, taking my last wee into the designated receptacle (a glorified vacuum hose with a funnel vaguely shaped to fit around a human’s privates at the end). For the duration of their planned 28 hour visit, I have no intention of utilizing the pee vacuum.
It’s a crew of two males coming to meet me and set up their bay. I’ve peed in front of males before. Especially in college on Friday nights after the bar. But more recently during training. Fun fact - it was a requirement for our “Biological homeostasis and endurance” course. Let me tell you, peeing in front of my four classmates was by a wide margin not the worst part of that class. I think this time it’s the fact of how small an area we’re sharing. There’s just something about pulling my pants down 2 feet from a stranger’s head in order to pee that just doesn’t work for me.
I feel the station give a jolt for a moment and pull my underwear and pants back up. I have an empty bladder, 2 Canadians at my front door, and 28 hours until I’m back to my comfort zone - alone, naked, and a full bladder. Let’s see how this goes... |
**note: this was loosely inspired by life with Louie the kiss is the thing episode except this is with a hot female
Sarah was a thick blonde girl. Not really fat, but enough on the bone to have a nice shaped ass and hips in those tight blue jeans. Her hair flowed down just above her shoulders. She was about to clock out of work. She wore a tight blue t-shirt and was so exhausted after this long day. In her twenties and working to pay for school, she stayed an extra hour today, came back from lunch early, and didn’t even get a last break.
She was a nice girl. Her bosses appreciated this. As she tightened her belt a little she felt pressure in her abdomen. Nothing agonizing, but it was a noticeable discomfort. She hadn’t peed since the start of her lunch and drank down a bottle of water during lunch and drank the last half of her friends. Plus as she walked back after to her post she drank from the fountain.
“I should make a quick bathroom break,” she said as she walked out. Standing right there at the bathroom, she looked inside and all stalls empty and to herself. She wanted to wash her hands first since they were covered with food dust.
She started to walk out of the bathroom, but then remembered she had to take a leak. But she looked at her watch and noticed she was running late. She bit her lip in a nervous face and knee shook a little as her toes were on their tips. Her bladder ached, but she’d figure she could wait. “Ah I don’t want to be late.”
With that, Sarah left the bathroom with her bladder still with a good amount of pee in it. The drive to her sisters high school was not comfortable. The road had many bumps that sent pulse after pulse to make her more aware of her bladder which continued to fill with the rest of the digested liquids she had today. Her legs squeezed together while she stopped at a light.
Her fingers drummed on the steering wheel. “Come on, come on, come on.” She said a little nervous. Her foot tapped on the floor as an eternity went by and she could finally get going again.
She finally reached the high school and pulled in to park. Her admirable thick white girl ass shook back and forth as she walked into the school in her new black and white sneakers that cost almost a whole paycheck. The tighter jeans she wore were her favorite. Barely noticeable, but if one looked at the right side of the waist just under the belt, the lead singer and guitarist of her favorite band autographed it. Her new white panties were her favorite underwear with pink around the openings for the waist and legs and a rose on the front crotch. Her jeans looked painted on they were so damn tight, but she knew she looked good.
As she walked down the hallway of the school towards the auditorium where the play was, she forget about her need for the bathroom after she got out of the car. She saw her mother and her jackass boyfriend Jeff. She sat in her seat, and a high school senior who was 18 named Alan could not help but notice Sarah’s hot ass body.
“Hey, you made it!” Her mother said.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Sarah said.
“I took a leak before,” Jeff said. “These bathrooms are never cleaned.” He said angrily.
Bathroom...Sarah’s eyes widened as a familiar need hit hard all at once with a vengeance! She was reminded because of what Jeff said, and her bladder felt bloated and rock hard. She held her abdomen and it felt like a large rock in her hand, pushing out of her stomach. “Oh...boy,” Sarah moaned. One leg kicked up a little as her knees crossed and foot shook. Then crossed hard all the way up to the crotch. Her legs were crossed as tight as a knot. One of her hands pushed deep into her crotch as a huge pulse pushed out her center and sides. She bit her lip in pain and said, “oh man!”
“What?” Her mother asked.
“I gotta use the restroom so bad.” Sarah moaned. Her filled bladder was pushed against by her tight jeans that it almost felt like it was cutting in. “Excuse me-“ But as she got up, her moms boyfriend pulled her back down to her seat as the stage lit up.
“Oh no. If I gotta suffer through this so do you.” Jeff said.
“Wha...what?! Mom?” She looked to her mother for support.
“Shh. The plays starting sweetie. Just go during intermission.”
Sarah’s has dropped and pupils dilated in disbelief. She had to go so bad. She hadn’t gone for five hours and that was after drinking a lot. Both her hands pushed into her crotch as she squirmed in her seat and her legs crossed again. She squirmed and said, “I haven’t gone for like five hours since lunch. I gotta go Mom please!”
Her mom waved her away. “Sarah just hold it. You’ll be fine.”
“Yeah,” said Jeff with a grin. “Just don’t think about rain, or waterfalls, or...” and be started making a dripping noise. Then he shook the bottle of water he had. Her mom didn’t notice him torturing her, and she didn’t seem to notice or care how what he did made Sarah’s bladder pulse even harder so bad it hurt. She squirmed in her seat and grinded her teeth as she shut her eyes and turned her head away from Jeff. The water splashing in the bottle made her body want to release even more, her bladder became heavier.
“Oh...stop...pl...please.” Sarah begged.
“Then shut up and watch this shit.”
“Quiet you two,” her mom said.
Sarah turned to the play as she sat with her family in the middle of the row. She wouldn’t be able to run past everyone fast enough to escape Jeff’s grasp. She had no choice. Poor, poor Sarah bounced in her seat. Her stomach hurt so bad it ALMOST felt like she needed a number two as well. Almost. This need to pee was insane.
As the play started, Sarah was horrified to see a boiling pot on stage as part of the set. “Oh....man...” she moaned while holding herself pushing in hard and bouncing in her seat. This was hell for her...but Alan, the creepy boy who sat at the end of the row and found her attractive was in Heaven.
“So hot,” he said shaking his head, feeling his boner grow so hard he actually saw it in his jeans.
Sarah on the other hand was holding on for dear life, pushing the ocean that hit with waves of rage against her pee hole to burst out. Her lips quivered as she squealed. Such a quiet nice girl did not deserve this. To make matters worse, Jeff gulped down his water, making huge gulping nosies they had a slight water splash sound in the back.
She grunted, “Ah...ah....ah!” In complete agony as her bladder sent off large pulses every few seconds, and any feeling between was extreme discomfort. She brought her knees up to her chest and pulled her legs in, still shaking.
As she felt her urge becoming too great to control much longer, feeling warm pee digging from the inside to flow out in force, she panicked! Sarah shook not just from physically agony but of much anxiety making chest clench and breathing become heavy. If she let out even a little pee, people could see it, and the whole town would know here. She couldn’t have an accident! But it was just becoming far too hard to hold in.
“We’ll break for a brief intermission,” as the curtains closed the teacher said.
“About...t...t-time,” she struggled to say. She slowly got up, legs still tight, but Alan who was in the row stood up and pretended to tie his shoe. Sarah was the only one getting up. She had a tough time getting by rude people who were annoyed with her squirming on by. “Excuse me,” she said and blushed, embarrassed by the whole situation, but a major accident in her pants would be even worse. It took her a couple minutes to get to the end, and that’s where Alan blocked her with his back turned. She shoved her hands deep in her pockets as the intense pressure echoed throughout her being. Her legs together tight and she was about to bounce a little but stopped herself. “Um...excuse me, um,” he was younger than she was, so she didn’t really know how to address him.
He turned around. “Oh hey! Sorry about that. Names Alan. Was my fathers name too. Good guy...” Sarah tuned out the rest as sweat formed on her forehead. She wanted to bounce like crazy so bad. Why wouldn’t this guy move? She didn’t want to be rude.
But then she saw something else. Alan’s huge boner. He was an adult like her even if she was a little older. Seeing such a big penis erected so hard was hot to her. But the last thing someone with a full bladder needed was her hormones going off as they were. Like any horny woman she started to become moist in her girlhood. Mama needed some sugar in her bowl.
“And now on to the final act!” They called from the stage.
“What the-“ Sarah said stunned, Jeff pulled her down to her seat after, with such force her bladder was rocked hit hard and she sucked her lips in and hands into her crotch pushing back the powerful fury of Poseidon that wanted to break out of her girlhood. “This...this cant be real!” Because to make matters worse, on stage as they performed, a fountain poured loudly, and Sarah wrapped her arms around herself as she shook uncontrollably feeling like she might literally explode any second. She cried, ALMOST with tears. “Why...why...why is this happening to me!?” The flowing fountain was too much for poor Sarah. How her body so badly wanted and needed to pour like that, and it fought against her to do just that. Sarah was covered in sweat as her anxiety hit extreme heights of panic and the massive bulging pain only worsened. “Will this fucking play end already!?”
“My kiss shall awaken thee fair maiden.” Said the actor in stage.
“Kid is so gonna choke,” Jeff said laughing.
As Jeff shook his water back and forth and the fountain on stage sounded like they were going off louder, Sarah looked up and was horrified to see the sprinklers outside had gone off and were dripping down the window.
“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHA!” Sarah yelped in agonizing pain feeling like her bladder was literally about to split in half as her jeans dig into her ready to make her pop. She pushed as far as she could into her crotch, legs crossed and over behind the calf’s where her ankles then crossed. She was about to explode and flood the auditorium when everyone got up clapping. The play was over, and the actors bowed.
Alan saw Sarah struggling to stand, and he was not about to miss out on this. He ran out and headed into the halls.
“Sarah where are you going?” Her mom asked.
“M...m-mom...please. I g-gotta go. I’m sorry. It I have to go so bad, I can’t wait any longer, I’m gonna burst.” Then came tears. Actual tears as she shook. Very emotional. She folded her hands in a prayer. “Please I need to go now. Please...please.”
“Alright alright go.” Her mom said.
Sarah dodger past everyone and that’s when she stopped as a spurt almost came out. She stopped frozen in terror and pain as she held her legs together. She bent over with her strong sexy ass sticking out from the tight jeans and ran up the stairs holding herself. “Gain way I’m gonna blow!”
She made it into the halls.....
To be continued
Edited June 9, 2019 by Mad Bladder
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(Hey, i’m Alex! First, a little background on this story. This story is about my girlfriend, and myself giving her a diuretic to watch her squirm. My girlfriend and I collaborated in writing this - I have full permission from her to post this, though she doesn’t own an account on here. We share this fetish, and so we thought it would be fun to have a go at writing it. She planned out the story, explained how she would have felt, and I wrote it all into this story. Constructive criticism would be highly appreciated, as I am still learning. I hope you enjoy!)
(NOTE: Sutekina means lovely in Japanese. It’s a pet name I gave to her.)
It was 1:30 - just 5 minutes after her last lunch break. Hannah and her boyfriend, Alex, had been hanging out as per usual that break...
Alex’s messy, wind swept hair was hanging around his head as usual, the dark blond mesmerising her as she stared at him. Halfway through the break, Alex Challenged her to a chugging contest. He handed her a bottle of water, with his own already in his hand.
“You ready, Boo?” Alex smiled at her, but it wasn’t his usual smile. It seemed mischievous. Naturally, this worried Hannah. She wearily took the bottle, ready for Alex to play some sort of trick. Nothing happened, so she opened the bottle, and Alex followed suit.
“Ready.” Hannah smiled. Why was she worried? The only thing she needed to worry about was getting to a bathroom before the end of this break; she was starting to feel a little urge from her bladder.
“Three, Two, One, Go!”
The two chugged their bottles. Alex finished in around 8 seconds, Hannah in 10.
Alex raised a triumphant fist into the air, and cheered. “Sorry sutekina, but looks like I won.”
Hannah grinned at him. “Nice one, I’ve never been great at this.”
“Oh, speaking of not being great at stuff-“
“Oh no.”
“Be quiet, sutekina- anyway, as I was saying - there’s this tree I wanted to show you near the multicourts, it’s got really low branches - I bet we could climb it. It’s getting close to the end of break, do you wanna head down now?”
Of course, Hannah would love to go climb trees with her boyfriend. However, she did need a bathroom. Meh, I can hold it. She thought to herself. “Hell yeah!”
So off they went, talking about the comic-con that would be happening in a few weeks as they walked. When they got there, they were only a little while away from their next class at the library - which was convenient, because they’d taken most of break to get there. Just as they stopped at the side of the tree, the bell rang.
“Ah, dang. Let’s go to our stupid activity class, we can meet here first break tomorrow.”
Hannah nodded. Alex was always more talkative than her, she never needed to say much with him - he had enough words for the both of them. “Oh by the way... you know that water bottle you drank?” The grin appeared back on his face.
“What did you do to it, am I gonna die?” Hannah asked, rather alarmed.
“Nah, I just put a little something in it. Called a diuretic, look it up.” With a wink, he skipped off to class. Immediately, she whipped out her phone.
“What’s a diuretic?”
diuretic
/ˌdʌɪjʊ(ə)ˈrɛtɪk/
MEDICINE
adjective
1.
A drug causing increased passing of urine.
“Shit.”
So now it was just 5 minutes later, and Hannah was absolutely bursting. She wiggles in her seat, trying desperately to not hold her crotch. She kept seeing Alex look up at her, blushing, and obviously turned on. Hannah had known Alex was kinky, but she had no idea he was into... well... this. It was, admittedly, rather hot, though. She really couldn’t blame him. She tapped her feet aggressively, trying to focus on the monopoly game in front of her. She was playing with a freckled boy named Daniel, who she often played online games with alongside Alex, who was also playing.
“God fucking damn it Alex, I wanted that station.” Daniel said rather loudly, earning him a few glances from nearby students and a warning from the teacher. She shifted once again as a wave of desperation came over her. This would be a long, long session of board games.
50 minutes later
10 minutes left of class left - she could do this. She was now sitting towards the back of the room with Alex and Daniel. At this point, Hannah was squirming, and doing everything in her power to hold it in - apart from holding her crotch, that was. Daniel had no idea of what she was going through, and was occupied in a conversation with Alex about waterfalls. She wished she could tune it out, but they were talking so loudly.
“I just really like how the water cascades downwards. Y’know, like, pshhhhhhhh.” Daniel seemed to be remembering something from a long time ago as he said this.
“Oh, yes. You know, there’s a waterfall called the Hukou Waterfall that’s yellow, because of sediments. I’ve been there, it looks like piss. Imagine that, a piss waterfall, just hot, steaming pee flowing down a mountain, splashing softly as it hits the water.” Alex looked over at Hannah as he said this, who groaned. Daniel examined her position - crossed legs, biting lips, tapping fingers - and finally realised why Alex had brought up waterfalls.
“Oh. Hannah, do you have to-“
“Shut up Daniel, yes I have to fucking piss. We have 10 minutes of class left, and I’m probably gonna piss myself.” Clearly, Hannah saw no point in hiding her desperation anymore, and grabbed her crotch. “Fucking hell....”
Suddenly, Hannah felt a warmth near her crotch. “Ah- oh shit- I just leaked, I- I can’t hold much longer.”
Alex spluttered awkwardly - had he not expected her to get this desperate? She didn’t care right now. All she wanted was sweet release. Her bladder felt like a rock in her abdomen, growing bigger every passing minute. The conversation about waterfalls continued on, and Hannah began struggling immensely. With each second, another wave cam on, making her bite her lip and squirm restlessly. After what felt like an eternity, the bell rung. Hannah is free, or so she thought. At first, she hobbled out of the class, and made her way towards the bathrooms, when Alex grabbed her arm.
“Fuck- Alex please, I really have to pee.”
“I know. But you’re gonna hold it. Remember that tree? Follow me.”
They walked, and every step made Hannah come closer and closer to having an accident. She grabbed at her crotch every few steps, and moaned under her breath. When they got there, Alex led her to an odd form of branches. It seemed like a seat that would spread someone’s legs- shit.
“Sit, no questions.” Alex licked his lips.
Hannah was incredibly turned on, being told what to do by her dominant boyfriend. Although, her need to use the bathroom was overpowering her. When she sat down, her legs were forcibly spread by the branches. “Ooh, fuck. A-Alex, please-“ she could feel her control slipping with every second. She went to grab her crotch, but then her boyfriend said, “No hands.” Alex sat down opposite her and watched the show.
“Hhhholy fuck Alex- aah, fuck- please- please let me pee- I just- aaagh-“
“You May only pee when it forces its way out of you. You can do it, boo. You can hold it.”
“Holy shit, oh ffuuuuck, please Alex, please- Aaaah!- oooh, I gotta pee, I gotta pee so bad..”
She began leaking, slowly. Her stream started as a slow dribble, a wet spot on her pants starting to form. Slowly, a hissing noise filled the air, and hot pee flowed out of Hannah, as moans of bliss poured out of her mouth.
“Ooooh, fuck, it feels.... so... good. Aaaanh, oh Alex... mmmmmhh, oh- aaah...”
The wet spot was growing larger, and her pee trickled onto the grass. It must have gone on for at least a minute, and a large puddle of pee was surrounding her, still growing as she continued to wet. Slowly, Hannahs stream began to slow, and it came to a stop. Hannah was panting, and looked down at her mess.
“Fuck you, Alex, that was so hot...” |
23 year old Rebecca (Bex, as everyone called her) took her place in the back seat of the family four-door. That car sure had seen better days, but it was still as reliable as ever. And a good car to put the many miles they were about to travel onto.
On the other side of the back seat, her 19 year old sister Avery sat, already buckled in and making herself comfortable. She had broken her ankle just a few days ago in an alleged skinny dipping incident. The details were unclear other than the family was awoken to an unpleasant phone call a little after midnight from the hospital. She had a pair of crutches next to her, and a casted foot resting up on the back of the driver’s seat. She was engrossed in a texting spree conversation with someone, probably the next boy of the month. May mercy keep his soul safe.
Their mother Patricia (Patty) was making her way out, arms filled with bags of snacks, spare clothes, her huge purse, and who knows what else. “Did you two remember to leave an extra pair of clothes out in case you spill something?”
”Yes,” they replied in unison and monotone.
“And you packed enough for the entire trip, plus extra?”
”Yes.”
”And you both used the bathroom before getting in? You know it’s going to be a few hours before our first stop. Better to get some real miles in while we’re fresh,” Patty continued.
Once again, the pair replied “yes”, but this time, it wasn’t entirely truthful.
Bex had A bad habit of holding her bladder. More specifically, she was in the routine of holding her bladder until she could go somewhere other than a toilet. She’d picked up this interest years ago, in High School. At first, it was an absentminded hobby she’d read about somewhere online, some forum she had stumbled across, and found it interesting enough to try. After a few weeks, she was hooked. She didn’t pay much attention, but she could probably count the number of times she had allowed herself to pee in an actual toilet in the past year on one hand. It didn’t happen very often, and only in outstanding situations. Today was no different for her. She let herself release her morning wee in the shower, like most mornings, and went on with getting ready, throwing on a cute pair of skimpy panties. She knew no one would see them, but she always felt a little more secure when she knew she looked good. So while yes, she did use the bathroom before getting in the car, her mother didn’t need to know she went two before getting in.
Avery, on the other hand, was completely truthful in her answer. With the broken ankle, getting out of the car, especially from the backseat took some time and effort. She was determined to do so as few times as possible during this trip. Accordingly, she had her morning wee the moment she woke up, while Bex was in the shower. She then proceeded to skip every liquid available during breakfast, choosing only a dry bagel. After getting ready, and just before heading outside, she allowed herself a few minutes to sit on the toilet. She peed a short, weak stream, it continued to sit there. She squeezed with her pelvic muscles. She pushed physically on her bladder with her hands. She tried coughing. Anything to get every last little bit out. All told, she was able to empty another dribble and a few random drops. Each and every one of those drops though, were important to her. They could make a world of difference hours from now. She also placed one of her pads in her underwear (an older pair of booty cut, blue and yellow polka dot), as well as sprinkling a little baby powder in there. She was prescribed some pain meds for her ankle, and while she wasn’t fond of how zoned-out they made her feel, she had to take one today. She knew she wouldn’t be able to move around or stretch, which meant she would quickly start hurting. The zoned feeling wasn’t the only side effect she noticed. She also found it very difficult to tell when she had a full bladder, and noticed she would lose a squirt or two just from standing up, or changing position too quickly, only to then have to rush to the bathroom to unleash a torrent. She hadn’t gone out into public since her accident, so this hadn’t been a particular issue. But with her entire family squeezed into a few square feet of the car, she wanted to be safe. Thus, the pad and powder were a small insurance policy, she thought to herself as she wiped.
While the girls both had their bladder situation and plans in place, Patty briefly thought about her own. At 58, she was no longer a spring chicken, and her body reacted accordingly. After 2 pregnancies, 2 births, and 2 recoveries, her pelvic muscles, heck, her whole lower abdominal muscles and tissues were not comparable to what they were 25 years ago. At one time, she could go all day, being out and about without a second thought towards her bodily functions. She could hold off until there was enough wee inside her to write her entire name, first and last name, in the snow (with some difficulty, of course. But she was able to do it, nonetheless). She hadn’t tried since before Bex’s birth, but she figured best case, she could hold enough to spell out “Pa” in the snow now. She could no longer, cough, sneeze, laugh, or really have any change in emotion whatsoever without losing a little (or sometimes big) dribble. She also had to find a toilet roughly every two hours. She could hold longer, she was sure. But that 2 hour mark is where it became uncomfortable, and she would often find herself focusing more on not wetting herself, rather than whatever task was at hand. Similarly to Avery, she had skipped most fluids at breakfast this morning, and made it a point to sit down on the toilet for a few minutes and try no less than 3 times since waking up. She also had a bit of a secret. Roger, her husband and the girls’ father knew about, but Bex and Avery were in the dark on the matter, where they belonged. Several years ago, after a particularly close call at a large family gathering in which she had to spend the last hour of the event without panties because they were so wet, Patty looked into getting absorbent underwear. They looked similar enough to real underwear (not sexy underwear, but still), and didn’t bulge out like an actual diaper. Since she couldn’t hold a huge amount anyway, they were perfect. She didn’t wear them everyday. Often, she would go a month or more without needing them. But she made a point to wear them on special occasions or if she was anticipating being away from a bathroom for an extended time. Both of which applied to today. She was wearing a pair of jeans to mask the small amount of crinkling from the more plastic crotch area. She made sure to bring a few spares in her large purse as well. That was the only way she could be sure they wouldn’t be discovered by her daughters.
Roger was the last out the door, carrying a large cooler stuffed to the brim with waters, juices, and an assortment of other road beverages. Silently, all three women thought in unison, “Typical male.”
As they set off from their house, Avery put her headphones in and continued the intense conversation on her phone. Patty started monologuing in Roger’s direction. She considering it a conversation, he thought of it as background conversation, similarly to listening to the radio. He cracked open the first water, downing part of it before they’d even left the town. Bex laughed for a second to herself as she pictured her father pretending he was sipping an adult beverage on a beach. A few miles later, Bex pulled out a new book she had recently bought, a fantasy action romance. She finished the last final of her college career last week and was excited to return to reading for entertainment, rather than necessity. She had always enjoyed reading when she was growing up, but school somehow found a way to make her lose interest in it.
Bex quickly found herself lost in the book. It was everything she was hoping it would be, and more - filled to the brim with action as she turned page after page. Hot characters that took great pleasure out of seductively teasing each other. The sexy, but wildly inappropriate make out scenes at various climatic moments. She was hooked from page 2. Making her way through the chapters, she reached a scene that brought her attention back to reality. In the book, there were two characters forced together by fate, but also hormones, that were taken hostage by an overbearing government organization in a post-disaster country and brought to an imprisonment camp. While getting their feet under them and familiarizing themselves with their new home, the male character mentioned that he needed the loo as he hadn’t gone since before they were captured. The female character almost too quickly agreed.
Before Bex read further, she blinked a few times and pulled herself out of the book. Next to her, Avery was hard asleep, appearing to have been so for some time, her phone falling to the floor. Bex figured Avery had probably one of her pain meds before they left. She noticed two empty water bottles on the floor, next to Avery’s phone, and an open juice bottle in the front cup holder. Her mother was still talking at her father, but had slowed her pace. What she didn’t know, was Patty was starting to get a very dry mouth from skimping on the fluids. Her father though, had no problem downing a swig of the juice.
Bex sat up straight to stretch her back a bit, and noticed a new heaviness in her belly she hadn’t felt before. Of knew immediately what it was, of course. She had to pee. Nothing urgent or desperate, and she certainly wasn’t in imminent danger of losing control. But it was there - a decent and constant need now that she noticed it. She wondered how long they’d been driving. Looking at her phone, she realized they had been driving almost 4 hours. She was lost in a fantastic and romantic and amazing world of her book for 4 hours. Which also meant it was roughly 6 hours since her bladder had seen any relief. And now she had to pee.
During a short pause in speech from her mother, Bex interjected, “Any thoughts on a stretch break in the near future?”
Her father was quick and sharp to answer, “Probably not for another 100 miles or so. I’d like to get there before dark and we left a little later than I would’ve liked.”
Patty was a little softer as she asked, “Are you okay back there for that long? Are you hungry or thirsty? I brought snacks and the cooler is right there.”
”No, I’m okay, just feeling a little cramped,” Bex answered. 100 miles. At highway speed, that would be around two more hours. Bex didn’t wonder if she could hold it that long she knew she could she hadn’t drank very much today, and had certainly held it for longer. It was more a question of how comfortably she could hold it that long, and how obvious she might become about her need. She was also a little concerned about how she would relieve herself once they finally did pull off to a rest stop. Sure, she could pee into one of the toilets. She was sure they would have plenty at wherever they stopped. But that wasn’t fun. If they stopped at somewhere a little less populated, she could go into the bathroom with her mother and sister, pretend to go, and then say she needed a bit of a walk to stretch and clear her head, but in reality find a nice bush or tree in need of watering. If, however, they pulled into one of those mega stops on the side of the highway, she would have to get a little more creative. She thought about it for a few minutes, but was having a difficult time coming up with a viable plan that offered her secluded relief, without too high a risk of being caught. She bookmarked it in her mind and went back to reading. She had a few hours to think up a solution, after all.
In the front seat, Patty was having a different experience. While Bex was having no problems holding on, and had no intention of using a toilet at their stop, Patty was deeply concerned. She was alright for the first two hours. Much to her pleasant surprise, cutting fluids had really helped. But as hour three stretched on, she had a harder and harder time. She had leaked already. Several times. Only to have the need return almost immediately. She was fairly confident in her absorbent underwear’s ability to manage and contain leaks (she had really put them to the test a few years ago during Midnight Mass at church on Christmas), but she had never actually fully wet a pair. She knew when she first started wearing them there would come a day when she wouldn’t be able to hold it, when she would either have to let go, or wouldn’t be given a choice in letting, and would properly flood them. She had always hoped this was still years away, but as they drove on, she was becoming more and more worried today would be that day. Could they hold her whole bladder? She desperately hoped not to find out.
Bex got through the scene in her book where the characters sought, then found their relief. It went into a little more detail about said relief than she would have preferred at the moment given her own need, but she was okay. Normally, she would have deeply enjoyed this part of the story, just not at the moment. Once through it though, she found herself once again flipping through pages as plot twist after surprise kept her attention. She crossed her legs, and fell back into the world of the story.
Several chapters, and at least 50 miles later, Roger slowed down as they reached a construction zone. The car hit a large bump in the road where they were preparing to pave. Bex had no recollection of making any noise or gasping, but she must have as Patty asked, “Are you okay, honey?”
”Yeah, just, uh, just startled me is all,” She lied. In actuality, it did startle her, but the sudden jump up, then back down with force of her bladder startled her more. She properly needed to pee now. To the point where using an actual toilet was making its way to the top five options she was considering of ways to relieve herself. It was time to make something happen.
”Actually, I could use with a quick bathroom trip as well as that stretch break soon,” Bex said, trying to downplay the need to pee part, and focus on the desire to stretch part.
Unfortunately, Patty heard the request the exact opposite way, fitting some of her own need into the equation as she said, “Oh Honey, you should’ve said so if you needed to go to the bathroom sooner. Can you hold it? Do you need us to pull over now? I’m so sorry you have to pee so badly.”
The offer to be allowed to pop a squat on the side of the highway intrigued her, and she tucked that bit of info away for another day, another situation. For now, she said, “Ma, I’m okay, really. I barely even need to go. Like not even at all. I just figured I would go as long as we were stopping anyway. I’m good for a while longer though.”
Patty, her full and weak bladder, and her ever filling up undergarments we’re having no part of that. “Roger, place you see, anywhere you see, we’re pulling over.”
”Really, Mom, it’s not a big deal,” Bex reiterated.
”We’re stopping,” Patty relied in her mom voice. The conversation was over, and everyone except a still passed out Avery knew it.
5 minutes later, Roger steered the vehicle off an exit ramp toward one of the mega stops Bex wasn’t a fan of. They probably had 20 toilets in their bathroom, but Bex was really racking her brain, trying to figure out some way she could pee somewhere else without her parents, or anyone at the stop really, seeing her.
“Should we wake her up?” Bex asked about Avery when they pulled into a parking spot.
”Let her sleep, we’ll be stopping more frequently now anyway to walk around get the blood flowing,” Patty said, already out of the passenger’s seat. She could feel the heaviness of her wet underwear. She couldn’t be sure, but she fully believed they wouldn’t be able to hold more than another squirt or two. She was even more confident her bladder needed to empty itself fully in the immediate future.
Patty on the verge of wetting her already soaked absorbent underwear, Bex struggling to figure out how to empty her pleasantly full bladder somewhere that isn’t a toilet, and Avery bound to eventually wake up in a rather dire situation - sounds like Part 2 is likely to be something special. 😁 |
The sun was shining in through the white silk curtain, directly onto Avery’s golden tanned back. The rays of the early morning sunlight felt warm and comfortable against her bare skin. A fresh, gentle Fall breeze swept across the room, bringing with it the smell of the ripening apples from the surrounding orchards.
An equally naked body lay next to her. Deep, slow breaths caught short as Avery nestled herself into her partner’s embrace. She had always been a little spoon at heart.
Despite being at complete peace, she knew she had to get up. There was a pressure, deep in her lower belly. It wasn’t an annoyance. In fact, she found she somewhat enjoyed the feeling. But there was a little voice in the back of her head, telling her to go now.
Unfurling herself from the warm embrace, she stood up from under the covers, exposing the entirety of her bare backside to her bed partner, receiving a gentle grin in response.
In the bathroom, she took a moment to look in the mirror, to enjoy her naturally good looks and effortless curves. Maybe she was just chilled from getting out of bed, maybe it was the act of standing up, but whatever the cause, the rather pleasant pressure in her lower belly had quickly become less pleasant. In fact, as she took in her looks for a few more moments, it became outright difficult to hold.
She quickly sit her self on the toilet and tried to relax. Try was the key word. She felt her muscles relax, the pressure in her bladder, everything. But nothing came out. She pushed a little, yet not a drop yielded. She pushed on her bladder with her hand. Still, nothing. She clearly had to go, but for some reason, nothing was happening. Something was wrong. Avery couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but something was off. Something didn’t feel right. She stayed seated for a bit, trying to push out the bladder full she her body was hanging onto.
After some time, Avery had no idea how long, but it felt like a significant amount, she finally found the feeling she was seeking, craving. She could feel the stream of pee depart her bladder, rush through her urethra. A feeling of relief mixed with anticipation flooded Avery’s whole body. She could feel her bladder squeeze, encouraging the stream working it’s way out of her increase in speed and strength. She looked down, between her bare legs, ready to see it burst out of her V. Closer, closer, closer, it was there, right on the precipice between being inside her, and flowing out into the toilet. She gave one last squeeze, bore down on her bladder one last time and...
Avery blinked.
A midday beam of sun glared straight onto her face through a dusty window.
She pulled back out of the stream of light and blinked a few more times.
”Decided to join us again,” her sister, Bex said from the seat next to hers. She was in the old family car. It wasn’t early morning. She had no partner waiting for her in a warm bed in the next room. It had all been a dream. A dream that was probably in part due to her pain meds from her ankle.
She shifted and sat up a little more when the real world ramifications of her dream hit her and she suddenly felt a pit in her stomach drop. Contrary to her dream self, she was not currently seated on a toilet, nor nude. She had relieved herself though. Not completely, as she felt a very filled bladder revolt against her movement to sit up. She could feel the wetness in the pad she had placed in her underwear before leaving for this very reason. It felt soaked between her legs. With Bex seated right next to her, and her parents directly in front, there was no way she could reach down or pull the, down to assess the damage. But she could feel the pad bulging against her underwear, into her lady bits. Looking down, there was no obvious signs of the wetness she felt. Thankfully. Though her bladder gave another signal that she still had a significant amount inside her, and she questioned if her pants would stay this dry.
“Where... Where are we? How long was I out?” Avery asked her family.
“I don’t know, probably about 5 hours or so. We drove for like 4, stopped, walked around a little for like a half hour, and we’ve been driving again for another half hour or so,” Bex answered.
“And where’s my phone?” Avery asked, looking all around her.
”Here,” Ben held out her sister’s phone. “You dropped it on the floor when you were asleep and I grabbed it when we stopped.”
Avery took the phone and immediately pulled up her texting app without a word.
”You’re welcome,” Bex said, annoyed.
Avery quickly typed in a message to a contact listed as “Babes”
Holy crap! Holy Hell, Babe! Help
It took less than 30 seconds for a response, and the conversation was off and free flowing.
What? What happened? Are you okay?
I had a dream again.
Was I in it? 😛
BABE! Focus
I am. I like focusing on how you dream sexy things about us
Sam, think about what I’m trying to tell you
I am. It means you already miss me
Samantha! I peed myself a little
Oh... OHH! Oh no!!
I know!
Did you have a pad in? Like you were planning
Yeah, it helped. Nothing’s visible
Good! So just change it next time you stop. You brought spares, right?
Of course, but that doesn’t fix my problem
You still have to pee?
So bad. So so bad
Did you ask to stop?
“When are planning for our next pit stop to be?” Avery asked her parents.
”At least 2 or 3 hours. We just stopped,” Her father replied, already annoyed they had to make a stop so soon and so suddenly.
That’s a no go on the go go Avery texted Samantha. He said at least a few hours
Can you hold it that long?
I’m not sure I can hold it until the next Exit
Did you tell them this?
That’s so embarrassing
more embarrassing than flat out wetting yourself?
Point made
“Can we make a quick stop sooner?” Avery asked out loud.
”Somebody has to pee!” Bex teased, her own bladder still half full after their previous pit stop.
“I told you we should have woken her up. We can’t stop every time someone in this car has to tinkle,” Roger answered, more to Patty than anything.
”Do you need to use the restroom, or just stretch, honey?” Patty asked. She was in a new, and currently dry pair of absorbent underwear, although she wouldn’t complain about another stop. She had started sipping on water and was hoping to keep this pair dry.
”A little of both,” Avery replied, not wanting to admit to her current serious need. She was pressing her thighs together in hopes of discreetly helping herself hold it.
“We’re not pulling off to another one of those overpriced, overpacked highway stations. Nope! We’ll never get there at that rate.” Roger said.
“Can you hold it for a little bit?” Patty asked, attempting to find some middle ground. “We did just stop.”
”Yeah, I can wait,” Avery lied to her mother. She was nervous. Plus, it wasn’t like she could just hop out of the car and run inside whenever they did stop somewhere. She had to get her crutches out and hobble inside. It was a lot of twisting and bending. A lot of extra movements she wasn’t sure she’d be able to manage with her bladder so full. At least not manage and stay only as wet as she currently was.
Patty and Roger both seemed satisfied with this answer, and Avery turned back to her phone to update her girlfriend, Samantha.
Bex sat opposite her sister, watching her text away. Who was she talking to? Must be an actual contender in the list of guys A wry had tried to date. While wondering this, she also wondered to herself what she was going to do about the juice bottle filled with her pee currently residing in her purse next to her on the seat.
At the first pit stop just shortly ago, Bex knew she couldn’t hold her bladder for another few hours until their next stop. But she also wanted to keep her streak of not peeing in toilets alive. In a last ditch flash of clarity, as Patty was rushing inside, likely to relieve her own bursting bladder, Bex assumed, she noticed one of her father’s empty juice bottles next to her sleeping sister’s foot and phone. She grabbed both the bottle and phone, and rushed inside to catch up.
Once in, she noticed the continual line at the ladies’ room was about 20 filled bladders deep. Her mother was 4 women in front of her as she joined the queue. It was a hard, but doable wait for Bex. She had grown to like the feeling of risking wetting herself in public over the years. She also knew she wasn’t in actual danger of losing control, so it wasn’t bad. Patty however, was very much on the verge of letting loose at any moment, flooding her already soaked underwear. She knew she was dribbling. She could feel it. And with each flush of a toilet, or stream of wee she heard hitting toilet water, it became harder and harder for her to hold it.
She dashed into an available stall the moment it was her turn and one opened up. She had no shame in peeing full force right through her absorbent underwear into the toilet. She had just barely managed to get her pants down, and found that to be a victory in itself. Her worries were confirmed as several small streams began pouring out of the undergarment the moment Her pee hole opened up. She had just made it in several ways. She quickly took off the underwear and tossed them in the small garbage can in her stall, glad her daughter wouldn’t see her with them. She pulled a new pair out of her purse, wiped herself thoroughly, and slid the dry pair on. She had been wet for so much of the car ride, she had forgotten how good being dry and empty felt.
Patty was finished and was drying her hands by the the time a stall opened up for Bex. Patty was thankful it wasn’t the same stall she had used. Now at least, she didn’t have to worry about Bex finding the underwear in the garbage. Bex was also thankful her mother was leaving the bathroom. She had peed into bottles before out of curiosity, and knew it was a distinct and louder sound than just into the toilet. She didn’t care if any of the other women knew, but she preferred her mother not find out. She slowly slid down her pants and underwear, positioning the bottle with a small, but just wide enough top between her legs, about an inch away from her lower lips. The first time she ever tried using a bottle, she pushed it right up against herself, and learned the hard way there needs to be room for the air to escape the bottle. Otherwise, you end up peeing all over your hands uncontrollably as you desperately try to reposition the bottle that’s spurting pee in all different directions.
It took a few moments to get going. This was the first time she was trying this in public, and one rogue side stream could really cause a mess for her. But the pressure of her bladder took over the fear, and soon enough she had a thin, but constant, and very relieving stream shooting straight into the bottle. She also knew from previous experience her bladder, especially her full bladder, was bigger than water and juice bottles. And not just a little bigger.
Once, in her Freshman year of college, during a weekend most of the campus, including her roommate had left to go home, Bex experimented. She spent the whole first day drinking water. A lot of water. She also peed frequently. By the time dinner rolled around, she was rushing off to the bathroom every 45 minutes or so. It made eating in the dining hall a little embarrassing, as no one ever, EVER used the bathroom there. The door was literally smack in the middle of the main wall. Everybody in the whole hall could see you going in there. Moreover, the walls were thin. Like paper thin. Bex imagined this wasn’t a big problem when the hall was filled and busy and loud. But on a weekend when barely anybody is on campus, well, the three guys sitting a table down from the bathroom door certainly heard everything she had done in there. After she got back to he dorm room, and the night started to get late, Bex pushed herself and started slamming down fluids, water, juice, soda... Anything liquid she would drink. Her trips to the communal bathroom every 45 minutes started getting more and more urgent, and she could feel herself cutting it closer and closer each time. As midnight rolled around, and she was due for a bathroom break, she stayed in her room. She was holding herself at the 45 minute mark this time, and bouncing uncontrollably at 50 minutes. A spurt came out at 55 minutes, shooting right between her fingers into the floor, and at 58 minutes she lost all control. She tried not to. She really really tried. But she had found her limit, and a flood shot with great force out of her, into one of the water bottles she had recently drained. Within seconds of her bliss, she realized her bladder was not emptying at the same rate the bottle was filling. She had to emerge toy cut her stream off (which really meant let out a less intense stream) while she switched bottles. By the time she finished, she was left sitting naked from the waist down on her floor, her Vijay dripping with more than just residual pee, gasping for breath with 6 water bottles filled with her wee, each almost overflowing. She had to laugh a little, though. By this point in the day, after drinking so much, her pee was so clear it looked like just water in each of the bottles.
Back to their pit stop, with her pants and undies around her knees, Bex had to once more pull back on her stream. It was easier this time, than that day in college, but her bladder still put up a bit of a fight. The last drop escaped just as the bottle officially ran out of room for a single drop more. She carefully screwed the lid back on the bottle, and debated about what to do with it. She could dump its contents in the toilet, flush, and no one would be any the wiser. But that felt like cheating. She could toss it in the garbage can in the stall, full, but she felt bad for who ever would have to clean the stall later and empty the trash. Ultimately, she realized she was doing nothing but holding up the line, and a few urgently full bladders as she heard a soft gasp from the other side of the door. She decided to throw the full bottle into her purse and devise a plan on how to empty both it, and the remaining pee in her bladder, later. Wiped, reclothed, hands washed, she met her parents in the parking lot where they were debating if they should wake up Avery.
Avery now sat in the car, alone in her desperation. Samantha being hundreds of miles away, the only one knowing both of Avery’s true bladder status, and even the fact that Avery wasn’t straight. Up until recently, Avery herself wasn’t even sure of this fact, having trialed many guys from her school. She hadn’t told any of her family yet, and didn’t think she was ready to yet.
She was, however, more than ready for a bathroom break. Even if it wasn’t in a toilet. Even if it wasn’t in a bathroom. |
Since no one else is going to do this, I thought I would. Forgive me if I was off a bit because I haven't played the Kid Icarus games, just Super Smash Bros., but I did do a bit of research on them to try to keep it accurate. Both Palutena and Phosphora sound somewhat playful so it is kind of easy to imagine them doing this.
Palutena vs. Phosphora
Pit, Palutena, Dark Pit, Viridi, and Phosphora were having a dinner together as a sign of their alliance after Hades's defeat. Though there was still a bit of rivalry between the two sides, as Viridi still disliked humans, despite no longer waging war on them.
So, sometimes they'd have competitions. Phosphora of course challenged Pit and Dark Pit to a race, which she won. Pit would defeat her at an archery contest, and sometimes Palutena would compete with Viridi. They never really kept score, and kept it relatively friendly.
One day, Palutena was feeling particularly daring.
"Which of you two wants to have a holding contest with me?" said Palutena.
"Ooh, that sounds like fun!" said Phosphora. "I'm in!"
"Fine with me," said Viridi. "I'm not doing it."
Pit, Dark Pit, and Viridi stood to the side while Palutena and Phosphora each drank ten large bottles of soda. And the holding contest was on!
"Don't even think of racing to the bathroom," said Palutena. "If you leave this room, I'll assume that's what you're doing, and I win by default."
"I wouldn't do that!" said Phosphora. "I'm holding it to the end!"
Both of them were looking forward to what was to come. They'd never done such a contest before and it would be so much fun.
After about half an hour, they were feeling an urge to pee. Palutena held herself slightly, but tried to stay still so Phosphora wouldn't see how desperate she was.
"I gotta go pee!" said Phosphora, making less effort to hide it, holding herself and fidgeting slightly.
Pit felt confident seeing Phosphora was more visibly desperate than Palutena.
As another half hour went by, Palutena and Phosphora's need to pee was growing by the minute. Palutena fidgeted slightly with a pained expression on her face, still holding herself, while Phosphora was holding herself with both hands and pee dancing.
"How are you holding up, Phosphora?" said Palutena. "No pun intended."
Phosphora giggled slightly. "I really gotta go!"
"I can hold it for longer. I've never held to bursting point before."
"Neither have I."
"Come on, Phosphora, you can beat her," said Viridi.
Their bladders became even more full as the minutes went by, and they reached a level of desperation they'd never felt before. They'd usually have gone before now.
"I've never had to pee this badly before," said Palutena, holding herself with both hands now. "I don't know how much longer I can hold it!"
Phosphora was pee dancing more than ever. "I gotta go potty REAL BAD!" She considered making a break for the bathroom at top speed, but remembered what Palutena had said, plus she wanted to do this contest to the end and see how long she could hold for. A part of her was also curious as to what it felt like to just lose control.
Palutena was also curious about this.
Another hour went by, during which they became even more desperate. The pressure in their bladders was intense. Palutena pee danced, feeling the pee sloshing around in her, while Phosphora sat down, crossed her legs, and fidgeted with a pained expression on her face.
Pit, Dark Pit, and Viridi could tell how badly they needed to go and there was no telling who was going to win. Any second they expected one of them to start wetting herself.
"I really really really REALLY gotta go!" said Phosphora, fidgeting a bit as she leaked into her skintight white shorts.
"So do I." Palutena whimpered as she leaked into her white panties, and held herself more tightly.
Phosphora stood up, hoping a pee dance would work better than crossing her legs.
Over the course of ten minutes, they leaked a little more, dampening and yellowing their outfits a little, but they knew it wouldn't be over until one of them lost total control. They felt they were going to burst any minute now. While both hoped to outlast the other, they were also really excited to experience a full blown loss of control.
"Uhhhnnn..." Palutena leaked for five seconds. Her underwear was soaked and her dress was slowly going from damp to wet, but she held the rest of it in.
Phosphora whimpered as she also leaked for five seconds, and a bit of pee trickled down her leg. She quickly sat back down and resumed crossing her legs.
"You got this, Palutena," said Pit. "She can't last much longer!"
"Neither can Palutena," said Viridi.
After another minute, Palutena leaked for three seconds.
Phosphora leaked for four. She was able to stop the flow, but then suddenly a powerful stream burst out of her, soaking her shorts and forming a puddle where she sat. Phosphora desperately tried to hold it back, but she couldn't. She was peeing full force. She let out a sigh of relief, enjoying the warm wetness as it soaked her crotch and butt.
"Yes! I win!" said Palutena.
"I knew you could do it," said Pit.
"Next time," said Viridi.
After about a minute, Phosphora stood up, still peeing, and let the wetness flow down her legs. She let out another sigh of satisfaction at this sensation. She had a feeling she was going to wet herself again many times in the future.
The sight of the pee gushing down Phosphora's legs caused Palutena to lose control. She started wetting herself, feeling her panties overflow as the crotch of her dress became wet, and pee flowed down her legs. She sighed in relief, taking pleasure in the loss of control and the warm wetness that came with it. Besides, she'd already won the contest.
"It feels good, doesn't it?" said Phosphora, not seeming the least bit disappointed that she lost.
"Mm-hmm."
At first, Pit felt bad for Palutena, but saw how much she was enjoying this. He wasn't sure he'd ever do this, but if Palutena thought it was fun, that was her choice and who was he to judge?
After another minute, both Phosphora and Palutena were still peeing. Palutena remembered that Phosphora had started wetting herself in sitting position, so, out of curiosity, she sat in her puddle and felt the wetness soak her dress further.
Phosphora finished peeing after another minute, during which Palutena stood back up to feel the pee running down her legs again. The back of her white dress was wet and stained yellow from the butt down, while Phosphora's shorts were absolutely drenched and completely yellow. Palutena also finished peeing after a total of about three minutes, and sighed in relief and satisfaction.
"What do you say we take a shower together?" said Phosphora.
"Sounds good," said Palutena.
Still in their pee-soaked outfits, Palutena and Phosphora walked into the shower to rinse themselves off. They were both looking forward to experimenting with wetting themselves in the future, and maybe having a rematch! |
Amanda finished her venti iced latte just as she finished her 10 page paper due later that night. She stretched and moaned in relief, sore from hunching over her laptop for the last 3 hours straight while she fixated on finishing her assignment. She felt a twinge in her bladder and looked toward the Starbucks she was working outside of. It was getting late and they were obviously closing down but employees were still inside and Amanda rushed to get her things together to use the bathroom before the long trip home.
Once she got her things, she grabbed for the door to find it locked. Amanda pressed her thighs together slightly as her body responded to the expectation of being able to pee soon. She waited for a moment with her hand on the handle until one of the employees noticed her and waved, hoping her situation was evident, but the barista responded with a shake of the head "no". Amanda frowned but gestured as if to say "don't worry about it" and tried to walk away with her dignity in tact, holding her muscles to try to keep the need from getting much worse while she waited to go home. Amanda checked on her bus on her phone to see if she might have time to use a nearby bathroom. Not only did she not have time, but the only other bus that ran after this one was an hour later and went way out of the way, meaning she wouldn't be home for two more hours instead of only 30 minutes and she did not want to do that. She could make it 30 minutes.
Amanda walked to her bus stop stiffly, feeling every ounce of liquid dripping down onto her bladder. The walk was about 5 minutes which proved to be more excruciating with every step. She felt the pressure building in her abdomen and felt warm between her legs. She tried to think about the last time she used the bathroom and realized with horror that it was over 6 hours ago and that she had not one but two venti drinks since then. Thinking about the amount of liquid that was now trickling lower and lower throughout her body sent a signal through Amanda's body and her muscles suddenly relaxed, and a small stream of pee began to flow from her urethra. Amanda gasped and bend at the waist and knees, a hand shooting between her legs. The stream stopped immediately but the damage to her tight khaki pants was not trivial. She quickly gained control and rushed to the bus stop, sitting down to cover her mess and help hold her pee at bay. A few people were already at the bus stop as she arrived and she hoped they hadn't seen.
The bus was to come in just a few minutes but a few minutes came and there was no bus. Amanda began to grow more and more frustrated as the minutes crawled on, desperate for the bus to appear. She sat with her legs tightly crossed and jiggling up and down, her thighs tensing and rubbing together. Her cheeks burned red as she noticed two men openly watching her, both lacking the decency to even look away when she caught them, both with what might be a slight bulge in their pants. She wants to say something but was in no place to be picking fights and just tried to keep her squirming to a minimum.
Ten minutes had passed and Amanda felt all 48 ounces of coffee pressing on her tired urethra. She could have peed at the gas station across the street three times now and hated herself for not doing it, and hated the bus for being late. A familiar sound could be heard to her left and her head whipped around to see the bus coming. Her body reacted yet again and she started peeing right on the bench, her hand shooting between her legs again. The stream continued and Amanda began rubbing and squirming until it stopped, her body starting to shake. The bus pulled up and Amanda's body tensed fully. She feared that she would begin peeing completely if she stood up but she had to go.
The two men who had been watching her went last, eyeing her as she sat frozen on the bench the entire time. One of them boarded the bus and the other lingered behind.
"Better get on, little lady," He said to her, a smirk on his face.
Amanda's ears burned. She wanted to cuss him out but she was seconds away from humiliating herself already.
"They're gonna leave without us," He said, still waiting. She wished so badly that he'd go but she suspected that he had also realized what he might see if he walked behind her. Amanda tightened her muscles and forced herself to stand, leaking immediately but only a little. She tried to walk quickly onto the bus, stiff and losing a little pee with every step. Her face burned even redder as she wondered how wet has ass was. There wasn't a seat until halfway down the bus, so half of the patrons got a chance to see how she couldn't hold her bladder. She finally found a seat and crossed her legs tightly, rubbing her thighs together nervously. The men who had been watching her were both sitting behind her, their pants bulging uncomfortably but loving the show. Amanda wished so badly she had risked peeing before getting on the bus and now had a 15 minute ride to relief. The pressure was still building and she didn't know if she would make it.
The bus ride was more torture than Amanda could have imagined. Every bump and jostle sloshed her two large coffees around in her lower body. Even when the ride was study, the bus seat vibrated into her pussy in a way that felt good and she felt like she might start peeing at any moment. The bus hit a pothole and it happened. Amanda began peeing in her seat. It started as a small stream and Amanda gasped, tightening her legs together. The stream started to slow but the bus hit another bump and Amanda gasped again as she began peeing even harder. She grabbed onto her pussy, desperately trying to get the flow to stop. The feeling of warm pee filled her crotch and then ass, and she began to feel it pooling in her seat. Amanda's face burned bright red as the reality of her situation set in. She was peeing herself on this public bus right now and it wasn't stopping. She began to rub her pussy furiously, begging her body to stop peeing before it became too much to hide. Pee continued to flow from her urethra into her panties and into her pants, now dripping down her legs and into her shoes. She could hear her pee now trickling onto the floor from her shoes as her pants and shoes became warm all over, her body continuing to relieve itself despite her wishes. She pulled the yellow wire for the bus to stop, realizing that no matter what it was best to not be on here right now.
Heads began to turn as people noticed the sound and smell and then as other noticed the turned heads. Amanda tried to keep her head down as she continued to pee herself in front of a bus full of strangers for what felt like forever. Her stream slowed and sped up multiple times, somehow adding to her humiliation, and she was pretty sure that people were filming. Amanda begged the bus to stop but it was minutes until the next stop. As they arrived, she ran off, only to be blocked by one of the men who had been watching her. Forced to stand still for even a second, she began peeing full force and moaned under her breath involuntarily. The man came in his pants as he took a long look at her and then departed the bus quickly, his hands over his crotch the rest of the way home. Amanda, finally empty, sat back down in her wet seat. She may as well get the ride home now. |
Hi
This is my first attempt at writing a story on this website.
I loved the stories “Hermione learns about flying at P level” by Sobbi5 that was resurrected just recently, and it wasn’t until I’d read all that he’d written that I realized that the stories had been written in 2014 and that Sobbi5 appeared not to have been on the site since 2016!
Some of what he’d written appears to be deleted, but if you read what’s left first by clicking on Sobbi5, hopefully my continuation will make some sort of sense.
Hope you enjoy what I've written and I do have some ideas to take it further if anybody’s interested.
Hermione had been looking forward to the half-term holidays since indulging in her “flying at P level” exploits. Wetting her knickers, especially her regulation navy blue ones had become a real passion helped on by Miss McGonagall’s unrivalled support and the cloaking spell she’d given Hermione to cover up the fact that her knickers were wet. Indeed she was now getting through so many pairs of her “navy blues” in a week that she’d asked her mother to send her some extra pairs!
She’d yet to attend a “3 W’s” meeting, but had gone flying with Miss McGonagall and Miss Pomona one Saturday afternoon to the place where their secret meeting were held. They’d all flown at P level and on landing there had been no need for secrecy or cloaking spells and for the first time and unbidden by her teachers Hermione had felt the urge to strip to her underwear and openly enjoy free and unbridled wettings as she explored and enjoyed this special place in the warm late spring sunshine.
Her teachers had left her to run free and enjoy herself; telling her how happy they were knowing that Hermione was now very much one of the 3W’s.
Hermione’s mind returned to the present; her train was about half an hour from London now, and soon she’d be meeting up with her mother again. She felt excited about seeing her mother once more, but sad at the thought that her wettings were going to have to go on hold until she got back to Hogwarts; she could still wet herself and use the masking spell of course, but at some point all her wet knickers would need to be washed and she couldn’t very well hide that from her mother could she?
At the station her mother gave her a kiss and a hug before telling Hermione how well she looked and they then caught a taxi back to her mother’s flat and Hermione took her suitcase through to her bedroom and laid it on her bed, leaving it there for the moment. Hermione needed to wee and was sorely tempted to do a little in her thick and absorbent navy blue knickers before heading across the hall to use the bathroom. To Hermione the feeling of pulling her knickers down to her ankles before sitting on the toilet felt like such a waste...
They spent a companionable afternoon and evening together talking about life at Hogwarts and later they enjoyed a meal that her mother had prepared. It was after nine before the dishes were washed and packed away.
Hermione’s mother could see that Hermione was very tired after all the travelling she’d done and suggested that Hermione had a long soak in the bath and an early night. “Put your dirty clothes in the laundry basket” she told her; “I’ll put a load of washing on in the morning.”
Grateful for the chance of a long soak which she’d always enjoyed Hermione began to undress as the bath was filling and absent mindedly open the lid of the laundry basket to throw in her dirty underwear and the blouse she’d been wearing. As soon as she opened the basket something caught her eye. Tucked in one corner and beside a white towel Hermione spotted something blue... navy blue. Moving the towel out of the way and reaching in Hermione retrieved a pair of knickers; knickers just like her own, but these didn’t belong to her, they were a size or two larger and stretching them out she notice something else; something familiar to her since she’d started being “a naughty girl” in her own knickers, the crotch was wet and the seat partly wet too and Hermione noticed the slight scent of wee. Carefully she replaced those wet knickers where she’d found them and tucked the towel back in place before placing her own clothes on top and closing the lid of the basket. It must have been nearly ten before she was washed and dry again and into her pyjamas. Shouting “goodnight” to her mother and adding “I love you” she slipped gratefully into her room and then into her own bed.
As tired as she was Hermione couldn’t settle; all she could think about was that pair of navy blues in the laundry basket and the fact that they were wet. Did her own mother..... No it wasn’t possible; but there again was it.... Had her own mother brought her all those pairs of regulation navy blue knickers because she had a thing about them too? With those thoughts still whirling around in her mind Hermione drifted into the blackness of sleep.
Hermione woke just before seven the next morning, the flat quiet and peaceful apart from the slight traffic noise from the road seven floors below. Hermione paid a visit to the bathroom before walking into the lounge and opening the patio doors that led out onto the balcony. Resting her arms on the parapet she looked down on the world passing by below and it reminded her of the first P flight she’d taken with Miss McGonagall and the other girls from her class....
Raising her shoulders slightly Hermione moved her head from left to right to wipe the tears that had formed in her eyes onto the shoulders of her pyjama jacket.
“Morning darling did you sleep well? It was her mother’s voice and lost in her own reverie Hermione hadn’t even heard her enter the room and had no idea how long she’d been standing behind her. Quickly she turned and smiled at her mother; “yes thank you mummy I slept very well; it was nice to be back in my old bed again.
Hermione noticed the smile of pleasure on her mother’s face before she asked her what she’d like to do today. “I’ll put the kettle on while you thing about it” she said. As her mother went towards the kitchen she called out “would you like tea or coffee?”
“Tea please mummy” she replied, but what she really wanted was her mother to start to sort out the washing so that she could (hopefully) raise the subject of those navy blue knickers....
Just as she heard the kettle coming to the boil she had an idea. She almost ran to the bathroom and picking up the laundry basket she headed back to the kitchen. “I’ve fetched the laundry basket mummy; you said you wanted to do some washing this morning, I can sort it out for you if you like.” Hermione noticed the smile of pleasure on her mother’s face as she accepted Hermione's offer.
Hermione separated the washing into various piles noting as she did so that there were four pairs of her mother’s navy blue knickers on the coloureds pile plus the pair of her own from yesterday. Hermione put the load of coloureds into the washing machine first and as she did so she casually asked her mother if she enjoyed wearing those big knickers as much as she did. Her mother looked a bit nervous as she slowly replied that she did. “They’re warm and comfortable” she then paused for a few seconds before she added “and practical in all sorts of other ways.”
Hermione could feel her heart beating in her chest as she started the washing machine and wondered what if anything her mother was going to add to what she’d already said.
Her mother sighed; “Pick up your mug of tea Hermione and let’s go and sit in the lounge. I’ve kept things from you in the past, but now I think you’re old enough to understand.”
Sitting together on the sofa there was silence for several minutes. Hermione wasn’t going to push her mother into talking; she had to decide what she wanted to say and how she was going to say it.
Her mother started by saying that like Hermione she’d gone to boarding school when she was eleven. “My mother brought me those types of knickers because they formed part of the school uniform, but straight away I enjoyed the feelings of wearing them, so when I knew that you were going to boarding school I brought you those types of knickers too. I soon discovered something else about them when I first started at my new school as well; with their thick double gusset they were very absorbent”.... her mother had paused briefly at that point to take a sip of her tea and in Hermione’s opinion to gather her thoughts again.
“You see the toilets at our school were very primitive to begin with and nobody really liked using them so naturally we’d hang on for as long as possible before having to go to use the toilets. It was one of the more senior girls who pointed out to us newbie’s one day that if we let ourselves dribble or even spurt in those thick knickers from time to time during the day we could put off visits to those horrible toilets for even longer. I along with several of the other girls began to enjoy the feelings of our damp and clingy knickers and even after the toilet and shower facilities were re-built and were really nice we continued to do it.”
She paused, took a longer drink of her tea and said “Hermione I’m thirty eight now and still like the feelings of comfort and security that those knickers give me; if I can’t find a toilet to use I know I can take the pressure off quite a bit by making use of my knickers and nobody is aware of what I’ve been doing or have done.”
Hermione burst into tears, snuggled up close to the mother and said “mummy I like wetting my navy blue knickers too.”
They cuddled together on the sofa for quite some time; each lost in their own thoughts....
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Part 3
Hermione landed on the grassy meadow and released her binding spell so that she could step off her broom and begin to look round.
A few seconds later she heard “Are you alright Hermione; did you enjoy your flight here?”
Hermione turned to see who was speaking to her and found it was one of the four girls she’d seen on the meadow earlier near Hogwarts.
The girl held out her hand to Hermione; “my names Bethan” she said, “I’ve been here a couple of times before and Miss McGonagall asked if I’d help you if.... well you know, if you needed any help and to show you around. I know how nervous I felt on my first trip here”
Hermione found that she was warming to Bethan and smiled as she said “thank you Bethan, I’d like that.” The two girls put their brooms down and removed their cloaks; it was only then that Hermione realized just how wet that she’d made hers during the flight from Hogwarts. Seeing Hermione looking at her cloak Bethan said “don’t worry about it Hermione, mine’s wet too, but by the time we have to fly back they’ll be clean and dry again; Miss McGonagall helps by putting a spell on the cloaks belonging to us younger ones; I don’t know what it is or how it works, but it does.”
Catching the sound of laughter Hermione looked to her right. Miss McGonagall had her dress lifted up and was showing her wet tartan bloomers to a group of older witches and talking about all the fun she’d had while she was flying here from Hogwarts.
Bethan smiled; “Hermione I love this place so much and I hope you’ll grow to love it too. Seeing Miss McGonagall over there is a good example, we can be ourselves while we’re here, we don’t have to hide our love of wetting ourselves from anyone, because our meeting place is completely private and everyone here enjoys doing the same thing. Look lets walk down the hill a little way and I’ll show you the magic spring; drink a cupful of water from it and you’ll need to wee again almost straight away.”
Hermione was surprised; Miss McGonagall hadn’t mentioned anything about the spring to her during their occasional discussions in her study after dinner....
As they got closer to the spring they could see that there were several other witches gathered round it. They’d take a drink, move away from the spring and let out a contented sigh as they soaked their knickers once more. Hermione couldn’t wait to try the spring water for herself and as soon as there was space she and Bethan knelt down by the spring and sharing the old and battered metal cup that seemed to belong there they both drank deeply.
As they moved away from the spring Hermione felt the need to go to the toilet building up and her need seemed to increase by the second. She turned to Bethan to say something, but Bethan was standing there with her eyes closed and her head thrown back. She gripped herself tightly through her skirt; spread her legs slightly and groaned as a torrent of wee began to run down the front of her skirt and trickle off the hem. Hermione stood there feeling a little light headed; being allowed to openly wet your knickers was one thing, but to actually be encouraged to “go” in her knickers by a girl that was senior to her was another thing altogether.... As she watched Bethan Hermione stopped holding on and began to soak her own knickers once more; the warm wetness spreading through the damp but still absorbent gusset until her knickers were totally saturated once more and her remaining wee began to run down her legs...
“Ah Bethan has shown you the spring I see” it was Miss McGonagall’s voice and both Bethan and Hermione turned towards her and smiled. “Sit down girls and I’ll tell you a little of its history if you like.” The two girls sat down and Miss McGonagall after much huffing and puffing joined them on the grass. “Sorry girls” she said; “my old bones don’t let me move so easily these days anyway, on with the story. This was just a, shall we say normal area in the valley until about one hundred years ago when the disreputable wizard who was also master of these lands caught some village girls drinking from what he regarded to be “his” spring. As punishment for their misdemeanour he put a spell on the stream that is still there to this day. If a girl drinks from it she’ll immediately need to go to the toilet. Well you’ve seen the effect it’s had on you two and the others haven’t you? Strangely, the spell he placed on the spring has no effect on boys or men. Even back then there were girls at Hogwarts who liked to wet their knickers. The old wizard is long gone of course, but when word got out about the spring.... Well the rest as they say is history.”
Miss McGonagall shifted slightly and asked Bethan to fetch her some water from the spring and suggested that both Hermione and Bethan go back to the spring for a long drink before they left for the flight back to Hogwarts.
“It’s getting late” she added, “and soon we’ll soon have to leave if I’m to get you five younger ones back to Hogwarts unnoticed and in time for dinner”
With Bethany gone for a minute or two Miss McGonagall asked Hermione if she was enjoying herself. Hermione smiled; “oh Miss McGonagall it’s been wonderful. I was excited about going to a 3W’s meeting, but I never thought that it would be as good as this. My knickers are soaked and I feel so happy.”
Miss McGonagall struggled to her feet again jus as Bethan got back with the cup of water. Miss McGonagall drank it all before she said “I’ll go and round up the other three girls, make sure you two have a good long drink from the spring before we get back on our brooms for the journey back to Hogwarts.” She smiled as she added “naturally we’ll be flying at P level.” |
A burst water main on Holden Close
Eastfield was an unassuming suburb around equal distance from two big cities and prime commuter belt. With two primary schools, two supermarkets, a high street, one remaining bank and a library which had just been closed, its main attraction was lower house prices and close proximity to motorways. It epitomised a middle England small town where pubs used to be the focal point but internet and late night transport to the city were making the local pub less and less appealing. Still, with regular buses to major cities day and night and its own train station, Eastfield was just about holding it’s own.
Holden Close was a fairly typical small dead end street with its own little residential roundabout at the end to aid residents and those who took a wrong turn to head right back out again. With just twenty houses it was a quiet mix of young commenters, families, the odd retired couple and everything in between. Though people knew each other’s faces, pets, children and cars they were not all on first name terms and most made nothing more than small talk with each other as they went about their business. There seemed nothing to bind them together really as everyone just got on with their own lives with little in common.
That all changed one Monday morning when all twenty properties encountered the same problem: a burst water main around the corner which meant the water supply to the street being turned off all day.
What follows are real accounts of that day as recounted by people in the street
Number 1: Mr and Mrs Hawthorn
Eleanor: I remember it being a mild day. I’d had my breakfast and watched BBC breakfast and had headed upstairs for my usual shower. I remember filling the kettle before I went upstairs as I love a cup of coffee after my shower and drying my hair. I’ve always loved my coffee at ten am. Anyway I was just finishing drying my hair when I heard the front door. I just thought it was the postman. I went down stairs to answer and saw it was two men dressed in those yellow jackets that workmen wear. They had ‘Water Board’ marked on them and they told me they were cutting off my water supply due to a burst pipe just around the corner. I didn’t think anything of it really and they said that the company would be around later with bottled water but you don’t really think when these things happen do you? They said the taps would only produce what was in the system and that the toilet could be flushed once but wouldn’t refill so ideally to not use it until the supply was back as after flushing there would be no water in it.
I took it for granted it would just be a few hours so thanked them and closed the door. I mean how long does it take to fix a leak these days? I never even thought to call Ray because I just thought by the time he was home later it would all be over.
Ray: yeah, I had no idea about it at all. Monday I pick up the grandkids and walk them to school and then I do some hours volunteering in a day care centre in the next town. Ever since my cousin used that centre I’ve been there every Monday helping. It’s tiring but so worth it. I don’t get home until around 1:30 to 2pm.
Eleanor: So I went straight to the kitchen and filled and boiled the kettle and made my coffee then sat down to watch TV like I always do because I didn’t think anything different really. I work three days a week as a receptionist at the doctor’s surgery but never a Monday. I like my Monday’s off. Well usually I do. Not that Monday I didn’t. You see I thought nothing of the whole water thing until after homes under the hammer finished and I was about to go to the toilet when I remembered. So I sort of distracted myself in the kitchen making a lasagne for when Ray was home later and preparing salad. I was quite aware I could use the bathroom but was trying to avoid it which was ok but quite distracting. By the time I came to washing up the chopping board and knives though (using water from the kettle I had filled earlier) I really was needing to go so I thought ‘well if I go now then by time they have finished all will be fine and the water will be back on’.
Now I know they said the cistern wouldn’t refill and all that but surely by later it would all be fixed and I was rather bursting so in the end as I was dancing about I just gave in and went. In hindsight I would have done the same again but maybe I just shouldn’t have flushed? But I did and there isn’t much I could change was there? It was strange not being able to wash my hands though but I looked in the cupboard and thankfully found some hand sanitiser.
After I had hovered and dusted and cleaned up more I went to put the kettle on for a cup of tea and sit down before Ray was home but remembered we had no water! The lasagne was cooking away and all was fine. Thankfully just then the door went and it was the water board with twenty bottles of water which they said to keep for drinking, cooking and cleaning and not to waste by pouring down the loo. I was so grateful to see them as after all that housework I was gasping for a cuppa! I opened a bottle to fill the kettle and make tea then I did the crossword while drinking my cup of tea and eating a biscuit and I heard the door again, this time it was the postman with a parcel.
By the time Ray was due home and I finished the salad and made some garlic bread I was starting to need another trip to the toilet. Maybe it was the thought I couldn’t go but as I spread the bread with garlic butter it was on my mind. Ray came in the back door, kissed me and went to hang his coat up. He started talking right away about the burst main as he’d passed it on his way in and apparently there were cones and temporary lights up and it looked like they would be there awhile. That’s when he said the lasagne smelt lovely and he was just heading for a pee then he’d be back down.
Ray: I hadn’t had a chance to go at the centre all day. I was really needing a piss but I’d been waiting a while anyway so when Eleanor said I couldn’t use the toilet due to no water I figured I could just ignore it and go after lunch. It was inconvenient, but do-able, so I carried the bread and salad over to the dining table and we used the last of the water in the kettle to have a coffee each. It was good to be home but although I tried to ignore it I found my need to piss kept creeping back. I asked how long the water had been off for and when it was due back on.
Eleanor: that’s when I realised I hadn’t thought to ask when they had brought the bottles in.
Ray: I was tapping my knees under the table by now. I pulled my phone out my pocket and looked on the water board website. It said estimated time of resolve: unknown. I don’t know if it was that extra coffee or the fact I was sitting down but while checking my phone my need to piss escalated that quick I had to pinch myself.
Eleanor: I could tell you were bursting! You could hardly sit still to eat lunch.
Ray: God I know! I was desperate. I hadn’t been all day! I had to go or I’d have pissed myself. So I just ran to the back of the garden and did the most incredible long and blissful piss in the bushes without thinking. I had no choice. It was that or piss myself!
Eleanor: I wish you hadn’t done that. I knew what you were doing and it only made me want to go but it’s not as easy for us woman!
Ray: I never thought though. I never even knew you wanted to go. I was much more relaxed when I came back in so I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and suggested we watch a movie in the lounge. Sometimes Eleanor likes to go out but it looked like it might rain and we were both tired after a great meal so I made Eleanor a cup of diluting squash with some of the bottled water and I took my beers Into the lounge. It took us a while to agree but we settled on an old favourite on dvd and sat down in the armchairs to watch.
Eleanor: I hadn’t realised how tired I was and about forty minutes in I must have fallen asleep. I think I had forgotten all about needing to pee or I was just too tired.
Ray: I finished the beers and enjoyed the film. Once it finished I switched the tv off and decided to wash the dishes by boiling water in the kettle. I mean it was about 4pm by now so the water was bound to be back on soon but at least the kitchen would be clean. I keep meaning to invest in a dishwasher but I’m not convinced they work as well as my hands do. As I had my hands in the warm water I realised I had to pee again. It was spitting with rain and cooler now and I figured I’d just wait until the water was back on. I looked in to the lounge and Eleanor had woken but she looked restless.
Eleanor: I woke up desperate to wee! I was about to get up and go when I remembered I couldn’t and I had to fidget loads to try and calm my need a bit. I was bursting and the fidgeting wasn’t helping. That’s when I called Ray in.
Ray: I was just thinking myself that I hoped the water would be on as those beers had gone right through me when Eleanor called on me.
Eleanor: I asked him, well begged him really, to check online and see if there was a time for it coming on. I was too embarrassed to say why.
Ray: it’s fine dear. I knew why right away. You were bouncing your legs and wriggling like crazy. I remembered you saying at lunch you needed to pee and realised you must have been really bursting because I had been then and I was bursting again too. I sat on the armchair crossed legged and checked my tablet.
Eleanor: That’s when he said they were estimating 8pm! I very nearly wetting myself right there and then! It’s embarrassing but I had to actually hold myself as I had to go so so bad. I tried wriggling but I actually thought I was going to pee on the chair right then so I stood up and paced the room.
Ray: she was moaning ‘Ray, I’m so desperate for the toilet. I can’t wait until 8. I can’t wait until 5 even. What would happen if I used the toilet without water in it? I really need to go.’ She was pacing and holding herself through her long loose skirt. I felt awful as I knew how she felt as I was desperate to piss too. I was trying to think but my damn penis kept pulsing with need. I had to keep moving to prevent myself from leaking.
Eleanor: I have never had to pee so badly in my life. That’s when my Ray came up with a great idea. At least I thought it was at the time. I would have agreed to anything that let me get to a toilet at that point.
Ray: I just suggested we go to Morrison’s which is the nearest supermarket. I just hoped their water wasn’t affected. I had to do something for my poor wife and for myself. I grabbed my car keys and headed to the back foot. Eleanor followed still with a hand between her legs.
Eleanor: I grabbed my anorak and got in Ray’s car. I could hardly think I had to pee so much. I was scissoring my legs in the seat and moaning but I just wanted a toilet so so badly.
Ray: so did I dear. So did I.
Eleanor: it’s only about seven minutes to Morrison’s but we were hardly past the end of the street when I knew it wasn’t going to work. I was dribbling. My muscles were struggling so much. I was about to piss myself in my husband’s car! I had my anorak on my knee so I hitched my skirt up and wedged my anorak under my bum and on the seat as best I could as pee ran slowly out my vulva, through my knickers and onto my coat. I kept trying to hold back though. It was so hard. I wanted to relax but couldn’t.
Ray: i could see what she was doing and had to keep rubbing myself. My bloody balls ached I had to piss so bad and someone was pissing themselves on the seat beside me. It was torture!
Eleanor: I wasn’t fully peeing honey. It was more like steady leaking but God did I want to go so badly still. Having wet pants just made it so much worse!
Ray: I pulled into that car park, got out my car and ran for it! I never even waited to lock the car! It was a dire emergency as I was right on the edge of having a full blown accident in a public car park. I ran in that gents and unzipped and pulled him out as piss gushed out full force splashing back from the urinal it was coming out so fast. My boxers were pretty wet but I made it, just.
Eleanor: I wish I could have said the same. I got to the ladies and sat down but my knickers were already so wet that I just relaxed with them on. The wee went everywhere but it felt so fantastic to finally get to go. I just pulled the knickers off once finished and put them in the sanitary bin. It felt weird leaving without pants on but better than squelching with soaked ones on.
Ray: we went home and had a coffee after that and the water went on about 7:45pm by which time we both wanted to pee again. I hope we never ever have to go through that again.
Eleanor: I couldn’t agree more! |
Number 3: The Maryland’s
Alice: I had left for work around 8am to drive to the city and I remember seeing water running down the street then as I waited at the lights. I didn’t think much of it to be honest and carried on with my day. Carly was at home still sleeping when I left. She didn’t have any lectures at university until the afternoon that day and I didn’t expect her back until around 7pm. David was working away that week as he often does so he wasn’t affected at all thankfully.
Carly: I woke around 9 and ran myself a bath. The pressure seemed a bit less than usual but I figured I was maybe still half asleep. I had just got out the bath and brushed my teeth when the door bell rang. That’s when I heard the water was being turned off due to the burst pipe and not to flush the toilet or turn taps on or stuff. I wasn’t overly bothered u til they said about dropping bottled water in and I said I was going out in a couple of hours and no-one would be in. He said they could leave with a neighbour but I didn’t really know anyone of them so asked if they could try and come before I left. Thankfully they did. I knew mum wasn’t due home until about 5:30 so I wrote a note for her just in case then carried on with doing my hair and make up.
The bottles of water arrived about 10:45 I think, or something like that. I was studying so never really noticed the time properly. I took one to drink then headed back to my room.
I couldn’t be bothered cooking lunch so I decided to leave a bit earlier for the train and maybe just buy a sandwich or something in the city if I wanted one. My mind was elsewhere when I used the toilet before leaving and automatically flushed as always. It was only when it made a weird sucking noise I remembered there was no water to fill the cistern so I pulled the lid down and stuck a note on saying ‘do not use’ just in case. Then I locked up and left for university.
Alice: there wasn’t anyone else home until I drove into the driveway at around 5:30pm having passed the roadworks at the end of the street but without thinking they were affecting my house. You do t think about that do you? I was tired and hungry and sort of needing the toilet but more hungry and thirsty and tired after a long day at work. I work as a PA to a company executive so I need to dress smart. I could t wait to get my high heels off when I got home.
I saw the mail on the ground and picked it up then saw the bottled water which I nearly fell over! Carly’s note fell as I moved the bottles and I sighed reading it. I went straight to the kitchen to try the taps but when nothing cane out I turned them back off and looked in the fridge to think what I could make that didn’t need water. To be honest there wasn’t an awful lot in but I found some sausages and knew I had potatoes so thought I could make sausage and mash. Then I realised I needed water to boil the potatoes! I went back to the hall for a bottle of water, picking up two, and filled the pot with bottled water and peeled the spuds. I hadn’t had nearly enough to drink at work so I opened the other bottle and by the time I had the potatoes ready I had drank the bottle dry!
I went back to get a third bottle and used that to fill the kettle so I could get a coffee and biscuit before frying the sausages in time for Carly getting back.
I watched a bit of TV while drinking my coffee then headed back to the kitchen to cook the potatoes and fry the sausages. I had no sooner gone into the kitchen when my bladder spasmed and I detoured straight upstairs to use the toilet. I probably last went at lunch, I think, but the bottle of water and coffee wanted out anyway. It was quite a shock to see the do not use sign Carly had stuck on and to open the lid to no water! Being so close to the toilet was making my need increase 100 fold suddenly so I shut the bathroom door and headed back to the kitchen and tried to ignore it. I often have to hold for ages at work so I didn’t think much of it.
I went back down to the kitchen and carried on cooking like all was fine. I did check the taps just in case the water was back on though. It wasn’t.
Distraction did help I guess but I was really aware of my bladder and it definitely seemed to look full as I rubbed it gently while turning the sausages. That was when I text Carly to see if she was on the train home as usual. She texted back right away saying she was and asking if the water was back on yet. I checked the taps again before replying no. It took another minute or so before she just replied ok.
Carly: I didn’t want to reply to my mum that I was bursting for the loo and had been since before getting on the train and that the loo on the train was out of order so I really needed home to pee! I just squirmed on my seat and replied ‘ok’ even though I wanted to scream! My two hour lecture had dragged in last thing and towards the end I was wanting to run to the toilets but the trains are only half hourly and I knew mum was making me tea so I ran from the lecture and only just made the train and no more. Once I sat down I remembered I really needed to pee so went looking for the loo. I hate toilet trains. I hate most public toilets to be honest, but sometimes needs must. I just sat down again when I saw it was out of order as there wasn’t much else I could do really. I just kept telling myself ‘just half an hour journey then ten minute walk to the house and you can get to pee. You can do it!’
The journey seemed to go on forever., I had my legs crossed one way, then the other, then I would circle my foot, then I leaned forward a bit but the desire to go was so constant and annoying. I really didn’t want to think about the fact the water was still off so I couldn’t even pee in my own home! When mum said it was still off I even started thinking if there was anywhere on the walk back I could use a bathroom or even squat in an alleyway but it was all too public and open and pretty much houses all the way! I had no choice but to hold it in.
Alice: she had no idea I was just as desperate at home cooking her tea!
Carly: I could t even think about anyone else mum! I was so full when I stood up to get off the train at Eastfield I thought I would pee myself right then! I had to tighten my muscles so hard and my jeans felt so tight! I was speed walking home to try and hold it in and all I could think about was getting to pee.
Alice: I wasn’t much better in the kitchen! I was dancing about to the radio to distract me as I took vegetables out the freezer to microwave and mashed the potatoes with some butter. I must have looked some sight in my proper work clothes and flesh tights with no shoes on dancing about with an obviously full bladder in my own kitchen. I found an unopened litter bottle of lemonade in the cupboard and pulled it out for us to drink with tea. I was just dishing up when I heard Carly come in.
Carly: I ran straight to the kitchen to ask if the water was on. It’s ok talking about it now but at the time I really didn’t want mum to know how bad I had to pee so I half stood behind the kitchen door bouncing as mum checked the taps but there was nothing. I told her I was just taking my bag to my room. I raced upstairs to my room and sat on the edge of my bed absolutely frantic to wee. I held myself with both hands rocking and moaning and somehow loosened my jeans. With one hand now inside my jeans cupping my vagina as hard as I could I waddled to the bathroom and climbed into the bath. My plan was to get my jeans and pants off and just pee in the bath but the second my hand cane away from between my legs I just couldn’t wait and I stood there in the bath peeing my jeans like some little toddler. I was mortified and after I finally finished I peeled my wet clothes off i changed into my pyjamas and went downstairs.
Alice: I had no idea but I knew Carly preferred to eat in the lounge so I put up the TV tables up and took dinner in there. By the time Carly came downstairs in her nightwear I was eating my dinner whilst fidgeting like mad in the arm chair.
Carly: mum looked so distressed I had to ask if she was ok.
Alice: When Carly asked I had no choice to say. My bladder was so large and swollen and my personal area was throbbing. I had been holding so long it was like a dull ache from my waist to my thighs. I just said I needed the water back on so badly. I don’t know why I didn’t just say but it just isn’t something we talk about in our family.
Carly: I’ve never heard mum say she needed the toilet ever before. It was just something we didn’t talk about. I guess I was just so worried about her I was willing to break the rule. I waited a minute while she tried to keep eating but she was moaning and sweating so I had to say. I just asked outright: ‘mum do you need the toilet?’
Alice: I could say no could I? All I said was ‘yes’ as quietly as I could. I had to stop eating though. I stood up and leaned forward holding onto the back of the armchair for support as I tightened by muscles as hard as I possibly could.
Carly: I wasn’t sure what mum needed in the toilet so I went into the kitchen and opened the utility cupboard and found the first bucket I could. I expected mum to take it to the toilet and she could flush it away when the water was back on. What happened next shocked me.
Alice: when Carly handed me the bucket it was like my body screamed ‘thank God’ and I couldn’t hold and longer. I pulled my tights and pants down, spread myself over that bucket and just let go right there in my living room with the TV on and my dinner in from of me. The noise of the urine filling the plastic bucket was so loud I couldn’t hear the TV. On and on my bladder released and I was shocked to see it almost half full when I stopped dripping enough to pull my knickers back up and pull my tights back on. I hadn’t touched the bucket or wiped myself so I just redressed and sat and finished my dinner as if nothing had happened.
Carly: we hadn’t long finished dinner and I was helping mum tidy the kitchen when I tried the taps and finally we had water again. It was only then I confessed about my earlier accident and brought my clothes down to wash as mum took her bucket upstairs to empty.
Alice: we are a lot less shy about toilet things now since that day. Saying that I don’t ever want it to happen again.
Carly: me neither! |
Number 5: The Campbell/Fisher Household
Simon: I leave early for work so I was up, showered, dressed and had eaten breakfast all before 7:30am. As I drove out of the street I thought I saw the pavement wet which I thought was strange as the rest of the road and pavement were dry but I never thought any more about it. I work in the city for an insurance company so I am out early and not home again until 6pm depending on traffic. I had no idea at all about any of it until I came home. I assumed my partner, Lisa, was the same as she works full time too.
Lisa: I left the house less than half an hour after Simon and headed in the opposite direction. I work in admin at the college in the next town so I never knew of anything about the water until I got home around 5:45. When I arrived home I was tired and hungry but when I read the note about no water and turned on the kitchen tap I decided for once not to bother cooking and to wait for Simon and order take away. I saw the bottles of water in the porch so brought them in as it was raining by then and I put them in the kitchen. There was fresh apple juice in the kitchen so I had a glass of that while I waited for Simon to get home and I gathered up the washing ready to get the machine on later if or when the water was back on. While I was upstairs I checked the bathroom and without thinking put some bleach down the toilet and flushed it. I have a thing about smelly toilets and clean ours every day. It’s like I have OCD about it but it’s not a bad thing really. I realised as soon as I flushed it that I had forgotten about the water thing but it’s a habit I can’t seems to beak. I then went downstairs with the laundry and I checked my email and had a quick scroll though my social media and sat down on the couch to wait for Simon.
Simon: I had had an exhausting day with meeting after meeting and I was so glad to be going home. I had drank a good few coffees that afternoon but in my eagerness to get home I never gave a visit to the gents much thought. It’s usually about a 25-30 minute drive home, though in heavy traffic it can take longer of course. Mondays are usually not the worst but the light rain seemed to be slowing things a bit and by the time I was about ten minutes from home those coffees were making their presence known. I arrived home about 6:15 that day and said hi to Lisa before heading upstairs to get changed out my suit and use the loo. I was on the fourth step when Lisa called to me from the bottom of the stairs to say not to use the toilet or the sink as we had no water and she would explain when I came back down. She also asked if I wanted pizza or Chinese for tea and I just said pizza as I wasn’t overly bothered. Both sounded great.
Once in the bedroom and getting undressed I wanted to use the bathroom a fair bit so I actually went in the bathroom to check the water but I wish I hadn’t. I lifted the lid to the toilet and the smell of bleach was strong so I guessed Lisa had been in but when I turned the tap on nothing came out. I saw water in the bottom of the toilet and I was seriously tempted to just pee anyway but now in my looser fitting tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt I figured I could hold a bit as the water would to be on soon enough. I went back down and grabbed a cold drink from the fridge and watched the local news with Lisa who had said she had ordered dinner.
Lisa: By the time the news was finished at 7 I could have really used a visit upstairs but when I checked the taps there was still no water so I just had a casual conversation with Simon as we waited for dinner to arrive. Within minutes the bell rang and I forgot about the toilet for a while.
Simon: By the time the news finished I needed to go quite a bit more but I saw Lisa check the taps and just thought I would have dinner and then if the water wasn’t back on I would just go pee anyway regardless. Then the pizza came and I was so hungry I just wanted to eat.
Lisa: I took the food to the dining table in the kitchen and put the pizza and chicken wings open on the table and put a plate and cutlery out each. I had ordered a big bottle of Pepsi since we had no water so filled a glass each of that too. I was really wanting the use the bathroom by this point but I was also quite hungry so sat down to eat really hoping the water would come on any moment.
Simon: I was bursting too! As much as I wanted to eat and drink I would have enjoyed it so much better had I been able to empty my bladder first. I thought so many times of running up to pee but the pizza was so nice I thought I would just finish my meal at least. The pizza made me thirsty though and before I knew it I had emptied my glass of cola and I was tapping my leg under the table trying to keep my piss inside me. I didn’t want to say to Lisa at first but as it got harder to hold I ended up admitting to her that I really needed to pee quite badly.
Lisa: Thats when I admitted I was bursting too! We were both sitting trying to eat dinner fidgeting and squirming under the table. I was so glad we didn’t have company for sure! I dread to think what we must have looked like!
Simon: This probably makes me sound weird but seeing Lisa squirming and holding herself a bit like that was actually quite cute.
Lisa: I was just thinking the same! Seeing you with your hand over your crotch lightly rubbing and pinching was actually quite sexy and I am not sure why but I could feel myself becoming a bit aroused.
Simon: I was too but I assumed it was all my rubbing and touching and maybe seeing you give yourself attention down there too but I was definitely a little hard too. I was very much desperate to pee though more than anything else!
Lisa: Me too. In the end I was first to give in! I couldn’t get comfortable at all and the constant nagging feeling between my legs was so distracting. I’d been holding quite a while and while I detested the thought of peeing in a toilet that couldn’t be flushed I also felt bloated and full and stressed. I excused myself and made my way upstairs.
Simon: Seeing Lisa go made my situation really urgent. I dropped my slice of pizza, grabbed my member through my trousers and headed up right behind her. No water or not I had to pee!
Lisa: I didn’t even shut the bathroom door! I just rushed in, pulled everything down, opened my legs and say down on the loo. It was just as I sat down that I saw Simon standing there, his joggers pulled down and his half erect penis tightly wrapped with his fingers and a thumb over the tip. I felt awful for him and I really couldn’t bear the thought of him using the sink or the bath to pee so I silently broadened my legs further creating a space between them for him.
Simon: That was the sexiest but also the most loving thing anyone has ever done for me! At that point it was like an invite to heaven itself and I happily and quickly stepped forward and pointed him carefully between Lisa’s open legs.
Lisa: it was actually quite amazing to pee like that! While we both relaxed I think some endorphins must have come over me as all I wanted at that point was Simon! As my whole body relaxed I touched personal areas of Simon’s that were right in front of me and loved every minute of it.
Simon: it really was an intimate and incredibly sexy moment to pee together like that. It was extremely arousing and lead on to a very special night.
Lisa: Can you believe that was just over three weeks ago now? I’ve only just found out I am pregnant too so we both have every reason to remember the day we had no water!
Simon: Bet the water board weren’t expecting that to happen eh!
Lisa: Neither was I though. Who’d have though a burst main could cause a baby eh?
Simon: And who would have thought peeing could be so incredibly sexy! |
Number 7: The McPherson family
Taylor: I was the first out the house that Monday and it seemed like an ordinary working day. I own and run McPherson’s bikes on the high street and I cycled to work around 8am. The kids were up and watching TV and eating breakfast as usual and I think from memory that Maggie was in the kitchen making their lunches. The kids had school and Maggie drops them at breakfast club for 8:30 before she heads for her shift at Waitrose.
Maggie: Thats exactly how that Monday went. My shift was 9 until 2:30 so I just picked up a few things we needed at work before picking the kids up after school. The kids have a few clubs on so it was a bit of a rush to get them home and fed before i headed back out that night to Emily’s Dance class and Riley’s judo. I got in with the kids about 3:20 and Riley saw the bottled water at the front door first but I was in such a hurry to get them back out I never took much notice. I picked up the mail, and I assume the note about the water was there too, but I just placed them on the kitchen counter for later. I made the kids a backed potato with cheese each and a glass of milk so I had no need to even turn a tap on or use water as I didn’t even have time for a cuppa myself. The kids ran upstairs and got changed and came down for their food.
Emily: I hate the toilets at school so while upstairs I used the toilet and washed my hands. I noticed the tap just spurted a tiny bit and told mum while I ate my potato but she never really heard me.
Maggie: I did hear you but I was busy checking your bags for homework and letters and putting the rest of the shopping away and it never really registered.
Emily: The toilet had flushed but it made a weird noise too. I forgot to tell mum about that though.
Riley: I don’t drink a lot at school and hate school dinners so I was just wanting my dinner and drink mostly and looking forward to Judo. I was nervous about moving up a grade and was thinking of that. I had forgotten all about the mysterious bottled water at the front door.
Maggie: I started emptying the dish washer as the children finished eating and finished my glass of milk. I then got all our coats ready and headed right back out. Emily’s dancing is in the next town and starts at 4:15 so we need to be away for 4 and then Riley’s judo is back in Eastfield at 4:30. Sometimes I wait at the Judo but as it’s close to the Main Street sometimes I walk up to see Taylor and help him shut up shop. I used to work the business with him but sustaining two wages from it was too much of a burden so I found a job elsewhere, but if I have a day off I help him if it’s busy.
Taylor: I was glad to see Maggie that night. The shop had been steady all day which was great for business but while I could have a coffee and grab a bite to eat between customers I hated having to lock the shop just to use the loo. Many a time I’ve had to wait all day before locking up and running out the back to the toilet before cycling home! You learn to just hold it in really but I was so hoping Maggie would pop in before closing as I had been bursting for a while and trying not to show it.
Maggie: I often tease him that I must have some affect on him that the minute I walk in the shop to see him he runs out the back as fast as he can haha.
Taylor: That’s honestly what it’s like though as I always need to go. That Monday was dragging in but you become quite a master at what I call ‘professional piss holding’ when you are desperate but not showing it.
Maggie: I still do a lot of the business accounts so I often ring up the register if there’s no last minute customers before tidying up or stock taking or dealing with mail. I often feel bad if the weather has changed as I have car with me for the kids and Taylor cycles but with the pick ups with the kids and hooking the bike on the car etc it’s still better for Taylor to cycle home. Plus it’s just ten minutes thankfully.
Taylor: By the time I’d got back to the shop from using the toilet I was so happy I hugged Maggie from behind and kissed her! Honestly there’s nothing more satisfying that getting to do a much longed for piss after holding for hours! I was so relieved I was like a new man!
Maggie: Thats hilarious! I helped you lock up at 5 then as you cycled home to start our tea I went to pick up Riley and then Emily.
Riley: I remembered we were picking up Ems before going home so I went to the toilet before I left Judo. I’ve forgotten too many times and been desperate waiting for my sister to finish dancing.
Emily: Yeah I went at dancing too.
Maggie: I’m always the one who is too busy it seems! I certainly felt I could use a wee by the time I picked Riley up but he was just coming out and I needed to rush away with rush hour traffic to get Emily on time. She was waiting just inside the door as it was raining when we got there. Driving back the half hour home I realised I needed to go more but as we were heading home I’d go then. I think I had probably last went at lunch at work but it’s not like I note it down or anything. I was hungry too and looking forward to getting a hot meal at home.
Taylor: So I was first to hear about the water being off then? When I put the bike in the garage and went in the back door I hung my coat up, took my wet clothes off and went to wash my hands. That’s when I realised there was nothing in the taps! I went to call the water board but had a quick scan through the mail and saw the note about the burst pipe. I then saw the bottled water and it all made sense. I popped upstairs to get changed and checked the toilet cistern to see it was empty so I locked the bathroom with the key to stop the kids turning the taps on and flooding us when the water went back on and went back to the kitchen to cook dinner for everyone. I didn’t need water for cooking so that was fine.
Maggie: I must have got back with the kids about 6:20pm and I planned to go to the loo as soon as I could. The kids know to get into their pyjamas on a Monday after clubs and come back down for dinner then homework. As it was raining I opened the garage and put the car in there and the kids went in the back door of the house. I came in a minute or so later as Taylor was telling the kids we had no water but not to worry as just to use the bottled water by the breakfast bar.
Riley: I wasn’t bothered to be honest.
Emily: Me neither though I did ask if I could have a bottle to drink as I was roasting after dance. Dad said I could so I grabbed one on the way upstairs.
Maggie: I followed the kids upstairs to run to the loo. I was pretty desperate to go and although I heard what Taylor said I wasn’t really taking in the implications as all I wanted was to wee. Then I couldn’t get the bathroom door open! There is nothing worse than a locked bathroom door when you are really bursting to pee! And by now I was bursting! I rushed back down to Taylor and asked why the bathroom was locked.
Taylor: I explained that if the kids turned the taps and the water cane back in suddenly the bathroom would flood and as the cistern was dry and wouldn’t fill under the water was on then the toilet really shouldn’t be used. I could see Maggie was jigging about a bit but it was hardly my fault the water was off.
Maggie: I was tired, hungry and bursting so yeah I wasn’t perhaps acting very kindly but I really needed to go and we only have one toilet!
Taylor: I suggested she call the water board and ask when it was due back on. It was about 6:30pm by this time and although the office might be closed there should have been some sort of information line with details since there was an outage. Maggie didn’t seem happy but did use her phone to google to number and call. I started dishing up the chilli and pita bread for us all while she called them.
Maggie: All I really wanted was to pee. I needed water to do that so I reluctantly did as Tay suggested. I removed vividly dancing and squirming so much while my phone dialled the number and I had to listen to the information line go on about date protection and then press this number for this and all that. Meanwhile my bladder was pulsating so badly for release. It was so embarrassing dancing about in front of my family like a little kid. Finally I pressed the number for ‘if you have no water’ and got a recorded voice message saying they were aware of an outage in Eastfield and were working on fixing and restoring supply as soon as they could. I didn’t know what to do so with my dinner getting cold I just sat down with the family and tried to eat but I kept moaning about how much I had to pee.
In the end I hadn’t managed even half my meal when it got so bad I opened a kitchen cupboard and grabbed a measuring jug and ran upstairs into the bedroom and crouched over it to pee into! I looked at my watch and it was 6:50pm. There was no way I could have managed until the water went back on.
Taylor: I had turned the kitchen tap on slightly so we would know immediately when the water went back on. I seem to think it was about an hour later, by which time both myself and the two kids really wanted to pee and shower! I unlocked the bathroom and filled a jug from the bathroom cupboard with water to fill the cistern so as not to break the toilet when we first flushed.
It wasn’t until the kids were in bed that I asked Mags where she had put the jug she used.
Maggie: I was so embarrassed I had hidden it! I mean who wants to admit they were forced to pee in a jug because they got so desperate as an adult they couldn’t wait? I never ever want a water outage ever again! I will never laugh at Tay again when he runs to the bathroom if I pop to the shop to help.
Taylor: Maybe you need lessons in professional piss holding’ after all! |
Number 9: Miss Allen
Chloe: I haven’t long moved to the street. I don’t know anyone yet at all. I live in one of the smallest houses but it’s perfect for me. I work a lot of hours but I am a very private intimate person with a lot of secrets. I work solely from home as a virtual assistant and work long days and nights as many of my clients live in the States so I deal with the UK and European ones during the day and then as others finish work I begin working with my Stateside clients. In my line of work you take business when it comes. I sleep and eat at odd times but it suits me.
So I had been working until 3am and was still sleeping when my door bell went mid morning. I answered in my pyjamas and I don’t care what they though of me! I joked that as long as it was water that was off and not WiFi I would survive fine. I probably regret that now as water is pretty vital!
The thing is I drink a lot. I need to to stay awake. I don’t ever drink alcohol but I drink a lot of coffee, tea, water and juice as my brain needs to be alert long hours. I’m a bit, we’ll probably a lot, of a workaholic. I forget to eat for hours and even forget to go to the toilet! I get very focussed.
I decided since I was awake now I would just open up one of those bottle of water and start up my laptop. I hadn’t even had a wash but since people don’t see me what does it matter? I hadn’t had my first wee even but as I say I have an addiction to working.
I got caught up in something work related and it was almost 11 before I realised I was almost pissing my pants (as often happens) so I ran to the toilet then went to have a shower and remembered about the water! I ran down and grabbed a bottle of water and poured it in the sink and had a cold wash before getting dressed. I gave my hair a quick brush and then made a quick sandwich and got back to work. I was working on a brand new website for a huge business and loving every minute. I had finished the first bottle of water so just opened another one. No time for making tea and coffee as my mind was working overtime.
The next think I realised it was after 1pm and I had drank two bottle of water (three including the one before I washed) and used one to wash! The workmen had left a box of 12 and I was debating how much water a toilet would need as I was needing to go. Then I had a crazy idea. Well I say crazy but, well maybe I shouldn’t be saying this to you but you can keep a secret right? These interviews are not being recorded are they? Good. Phew! Anyway, I have this sort of secret: sometimes I get so caught up in work I have an accident and just keep on working! I hate being interrupted when I am focussed and I only take a break when it’s convenient so I hold and hold and hold and sometimes it just happens. I then just strip, shower and carry on. I mean it’s not like it matters to anyone right?
So I had a sparkle in my eye when I realised I couldn’t put the washing machine on anyway and with just me alone it takes about 4 days before I had enough laundry anyway so why waste the water on flushing a loo when I could just pee myself when I really needed? After two bottles of water I already had to go big time! It makes me squirm just thinking about it now to be honest.
So I just sat down at my little dining room table and held. I carried on adding drop down menus to the new website and copying and pasting information while I squirmed and moaned holding a very full bladder. It’s actually not that awful a feeling really. It made me quite horny if truth be told. My nipples were tingling and as I dribbled a little my vagina lips became all swollen and wet. As I opened a third bottle and started drinking it just happened.
As I sat there working away I could feel the warmth first slowly running down my legs. It was sending shivers right through me and giving me a real feeling of euphoria, like a sort of high. I had leggings on and I could feel the squelching between my legs which was so incredible and sexual. I did rub myself quite a bit I must confess and with one hand tight against my crotch I just relaxed and allowed the rest of the warm pee to pour out of me down both legs, pooling on my plastic seat and all around my bottom and puddling on the floor. It took a while before I stopped and the warmth and wetness felt so beautiful. The whole time I had one hand on my keyboard typing stuff for the website I was building.
I eventually felt my wet legging getting cold so I stepped out of them, used a towel to dry the floor and chair and put all the wet stuff in the washing machine ready to turn on later. I went upstairs, naked from the waist down, and put on clean knickers and some jeans and went back to work. I figured I should probably eat something too to keep my brain working so I stuck some frozen chicken pieces in the oven and cooked some rice. While eating that I finished drinking the bottle of water I had started when I started peeing myself and I opened another. So that got me thinking.
I am always challenging myself and setting targets. It’s what motivates me. Usually the targets are work related but that day was different. The water board had given me 12 500ml bottles of water. It was now 2pm and I had used 6 of them, five to drink and one to wash with. I know the dangers of over hydration and all that but I set myself a goal of using every last bottle before my water came back on. I didn’t need to drink it all but I wouldn’t waste any of it either.
But whatever the water situation I had a lot of work still to do. I had dried my seat and decided this time to sit on a towel just for convenience. I went back to working on the big website that had over 100 different pages plus forms and links so I had a lot to be getting on with. I put a bowl of salted peanuts on the table and I nibbled at them as I worked both to keep my sodium levels up and to increase my desire to drink more. It worked and by about 3:30, just two hours from my earlier wetting, and two and a half more bottles drunk since then, I could feel my desperation increasing quickly. I was subconsciously swinging my legs or scissoring them in and out while working. I was crossing and uncrossing my legs and bouncing my knee. But I was right in the middle of a complex function and I will not be broken from my concentration. So I sat it out.
I didn’t really look at the clock but I did find myself standing up to work for a bit and bending forwards towards my computer as I tightened every muscles between my legs. I moaned under my breath and held myself. Suddenly I recall my body shaking and I stood tall and paused as instantly a huge hissing noise indicated I was pissing my jeans hard! The noise was much louder than I expected and made me feel proud and happy. I was achieving a lot of work without wasting time going upstairs to my bathroom and at this rate I would be able to put my washing machine on sooner than expected. This time I sat down with my drenched jeans on on the chair with the towel and carried on working hard for ages like peeing my self was perfectly normal. I wanted to finish the page I was on before stripping off.
When I did try and get my jeans off I had forgotten how hard it is to pull down wet Denim as it clung to me like a magnet. My underwear was so wet and felt scrumptious against my lips and I could feel my clit pulsing with desire! I hadn’t quite expected just how horny my whole plan would make me feel. I tried to ignore my sexual desires and put my wet clothes in the washing machine and did a quick check to make sure the water wasn’t back on before running upstairs, wiping my legs down with baby wipes and putting some fresh clothes on again. This time I slipped on a pair of sports shorts that I had bought to wear to the gym but never yet got around to going. My thought was this way I could see the pee run down my legs, the one thing that wearing leggings and jeans had prevented.
Again the break found me hungry so I looked in the kitchen and found some soup and heated that up. I remember it was lentil and quite salty so I naturally drank yet another bottle of water with it. That left me with just two bottles left with no idea when my water would be back on so I thought I should try and slow down! My colleagues from the States were now online so I had much more work all of a sudden and people were messaging me, phoning me and emailing. I was glad I had eaten and fresh to work.
Hours must have passed without me even realising and I was now just finishing the second last bottle of water and squirming on my chair as I worked. Wearing shorts was a much different experience from earlier and every move seemed to really help me hold better. I felt a little light headed and realised I hadn’t had any sugar so far so I ate a couple of biscuits and opened a can of cola from the fridge. The caffeine seemed to really hit my bladder quickly and my muscles were working overtime. I was working but I could barely keep still. The room was starting to get dark so I got up to put the lights on and had to grab between my legs as I did so. Then I had an instant message from a Stateside colleague who asked if he could Skype me about something.
Always eager to please clients I agreed and within minutes I was on Skype with my head and shoulders on camera whilst my lower body could barely stay still as I was absolutely bursting for the loo! It was so hard to concentrate and the call seemed to drag in. I had a hand between my legs throughout the call and at one point the client actually asked if I was ok so I must have been sweating or moaning or my fidgeting must have been noticeable. At first I said I was fine but about 10 minutes later when he asked a second time I admitted I hadn’t had a moment to go to the ladies for hours and I apologised. I hoped he would have ended the call but instead he asked me so much more! He seemed fascinated by the fact I needed the toilet and I found that quite a turn on. He is a regular client and we have a good work relationship so it was actually nice to feel we could chat about something other than work for once. I admitted to him that I hadn’t been to my toilet all day which was true because my water was off. He couldn’t believe how much I had drunk but I didn’t dare admit I had pissed myself twice already.
At least once he knew I could moan and squirm much more. I did hint that I was very very desperate but he really didn’t seem to want to cut the video call. By now all we were talking about was how bursting I was which thinking back was weird but exciting. I felt awkward at the thought I might have an accident while on Skype but he was lovely and reassured me if anything happened it was his fault for delaying me and not to worry at all. He even said just to say if I was to leak and just at that point I did. I stood back so he could see the wet patch on my shorts and I was frantically dancing and holding myself.
I hadn’t planned for anyone to have any idea I was holding my pee let alone a client I loved working with but it all happened so naturally and quickly. We were still talking when I froze and we both knew I had leaked a lot more and I showed him urine running down my legs. As I did so we both heard this very loud gushing sound and for a moment I thought my water had suddenly came back on and I had left a tap on! It was that loud and sudden and obvious. In fact it was my bladder and live on camera I pissed myself so obviously I was squelching and soaked through. After showing off my front and back to the client, who I expected would never want to work with me again, I ended the call, pulled off my wet shorts and dried myself with a towel. As I went upstairs a third time to get clean clothes I checked the water again and was relatives to see water come out the taps. It ran brown at first but after a few minutes all was fine and I enjoyed a lovely hot shower.
Despite what I expected the client now works with me even more than before and we have regular Skype calls too. He was very understanding about it all. After my shower I put the washing machine on too and had something else to eat and drink before heading. to bed for the first time in days before midnight.
Ironically the day I had no water seems to have brought me extra work which was great and I had a lot of fun but it’s probably best it doesn’t happen too often even if my client seems to wish it would. |
So I had planned on doing one story episode by episode, but I've decided that is too long and complicated for the time being. So I've decided to take scenes from each episode chronologically and write them like that.
This content comes from the TV Show mostly because I don't remember the books that well. Anything you recognize is obviously from either George RR Martin, David Benioff, and DB Weiss. There are excerpts taken directly from the script, the rest is whatever artistic twist I've decided to put upon the story. Without further ado: Winter is Coming (Ep1)
Pentos
Viserys storms into the courtyard toward a young stable hand who pales at his approach and starts fidgeting his hands. After nearly a year of living with the Magister, Viserys tempers tantrums were well known.
“Where is my sweet sister?” Viserys seethes venomously, spittle flying despite his clenched teeth.
The blood drains from the stable hands face unsure what the correct answer is. He did know where Daenerys was, but he wasn’t sure which answer would cause him the least harm. Seeing Viserys temperament deteriorate by the second he finally blurted out, “With the horses!”
The young man cowered as Viserys forcefully grabbed the front of his tunic and brought him in close, “Then get her for me you lout!” and pushed him away so that he sprawled onto the cobblestones. Struggling to get up the stable boy looked fearfully behind his shoulder only to be shouted at “Well hurry up, I certainly am not going to wander into the building with that disgusting horse stench!”
The young man sprinted into the stable only to collide into Daenerys causing them both to fall into a heap of hay.
“Oh!”
The young man hastily helped Daenerys up before mumbling hurriedly, “Your brother is looking for you!” Before he bolted, unsure if Daenerys too had a penchant for violence.
“It’s alright! I was just headed to the- never mind,” she called after him, the last part ending in a mumble when he was no where to be found.
Daenerys quickly started ruffling the straw out of her hair, not wanting to anger her brother, for she had more pressing matters. So the quicker the interaction the happier she would be.
“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you! The Khal wants to meet at sunset and..” as she neared he saw her bedraggled appearance and wrinkled his nose. “And now we need to draw you a bath.” Panic entering his eyes taking note of how low the sun was already, he roughly grabbed her wrist and started shouting for attendants to draw up a bath. “Look what you’ve done,” he rounded on her, “if we’re late we might have just lost the only chance to reclaim my throne!”
“I was only just visiting the new foal and..” she cut off at her brother’s livid stare, before he suddenly smiled viciously. “It’s great that you love those filthy animals so much, you’ll be living among them soon enough.”
Dany looked distraught as she continued to be roughly led throughout the halls. The jostling and longer strides she had to make were making her distinctly uncomfortable. As they stormed past one part of the manor she had been meaning to visit on her way out of the stables, she yanked her arm out of Viserys grasp. “You’re hurting me!”
Whirling around, his eyes visibly seething with anger, he surveyed his sister for the first time that day. While no one had ever accused Viserys of being perceptive and had been known to be observant. Some would say a minor difference, but Dany wished it weren’t so as her eyes shifted between Viserys and the hall they just passed. All the while Viserys soaking in the sight of her body. From her anxious face to her budding breasts, to her fidgety legs. And then he smirked. “You don’t want to wake the dragon, do you?”
Dany, eyes wide like a deer in headlights, nervously shook her head and allowed her to be pulled in the direction of the bath house.
As they stormed into the room, the bath was only half full of servants scurrying in and out with pales of boiling water methodically pouring it into the pit.
“Disrobe.” Viserys commanded of his sister.
Flushing in embarrassment she began to strip from her finery. When the last piece pooled onto the floor around her feet, Viserys’ eyes glinted, drinking in the sight. Turning around, he procured a silk dress from a maid standing by the door. “A gift from Illyrio. Touch it. Go on. Feel the fabric.”
Dany let the delicate silk run through her fingers. Not seemingly interested at all by the dress, her fidgeting intensified, something not unnoticed by her brother.
“Tonight you must look like a princess. And act.” He adds the last bit as a biting remark. “You still slouch. And stop fidgeting!” He ground out, his teeth clenched once more. Once she stopped moving, her thighs instead clenched together, and hands curled up in fists by her side as the sloshing from the bath rang in her ears. “Let them see you have a woman’s body now.” His fingers brushing lightly over her breasts and trailing down towards her swollen bladder. He palmed it and gave it a quick jab, smirking as she yelped, hands leaping to her womanhood.
Turning his back, noticing for the first time that the bath was indeed full and that they were finally alone, not that it mattered. Turning back to face her, noticing her chest rising and falling in panic and the faintest glimmer on her thighs, deciding to prolong her agony longer with his diatribe, “Don’t fail me tonight. You don’t want to wake the dragon, do you? Do you? “
“No.” Dany exhaled meekly. Just needing her brother to leave.
“Good. When they write the history of my reign, they will say it began tonight.” With that he strode towards the door, before he whirled around once more, catching Dany by surprise as she gripped her womanhood, “I’ll send the slaves in to bathe you. Be sure to wash off that stable stink.”
“Oh! And don’t soil the water, we need you smelling fresh,” Viserys stated walking back towards his distraught sister, once again placing a and on her aching bladder. “This better be just as firm when I retrieve you. A princess waits like a proper woman.” He smirked once more before striding out of the bath house, and sending several slaves in.
Daenerys collapsed into herself, legs writhing, hands clenched, and toes curled, when she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder, “Come now, let’s get your washed in and out, quick.” One of the bath slaves told her in a quiet and sympathetic voice.
She gingerly led the dribbling girl into the scalding tub.
~~~END~~~
I'll finish off the latter portion of this segment in the next update. And let me know what you think! And what kinds of things you want to see. I've already got the rest of this episode pretty much mapped out, but I'm always welcome to new ideas. |
Pentos (cont'd)
“Th-thank you,” Daenerys stutters as the bath slaves guides her into the water, gripping herself with dear life.
“Just relax dear... well not too much, I suppose.” That was the last they spoke as the slaves started to scrub her clean with sand and rags.
Daenerys deciding that sitting in the hot water was detrimental, stood up. And immediately regretted it. The cool summer air assaulted her causing her to lose a full seconds spurt. She moaned, knees bent, and hands clinging to her womanhood trying to stop the flow. Shivering now, she bade the washers to hurry their pace. She was in agony, frequently bobbing her ass and shifting weight from foot to foot, making the bath take much longer than it should’ve. Eventually they were satisfied enough with their work as Viserys burst in.
“Everyone out! Why are you still naked, the Khal is about to arrive!” Viserys threw the dress at Daenerys forcing her to catch it and relinquish her hold and almost causing her to topple as she immediately crossed her legs.
“What is this? This is not behavior befitting of a princess! Do you want me to lose my throne!” He rose his hand as if to strike her.
“Please Viserys. I need to pass my water!” Daenerys exclaimed unshed tears of agony in her eyes. Viserys paused.
“Into. The. Dress.” Viserys minced his words, fury etched on his face, “You see that sun?!” He pointed out the window to the horizon. “That’s what I would call sunset and were supposed to be in the courtyard!” Spittle was flying from his mouth as he reached for her arm before he stopped, almost thinking to himself.
“Then again, since you can’t act like a princess, and the Khal isn’t here yet... fine, fine. Get that dress on.” He waited at the door impatiently as Daenerys squirmed and fidgeted trying to slip the dress on without soiling it. Demeaning, Viserys remarked, “It’s almost like you don’t even want to pass your waters, with that sluggish pace of yours.” Fury etched his brow once more, “Are you trying to make me late!” He roared.
Daenerys had finally donned the loose fitting almost transparent article, the front scrunched up against her hand once more gripping her womanhood. Viserys strode over to Daenerys, studying her before reaching a hand up to her face, and gently wiping a tear rolling down her cheek with his thumb, his smiling appearing to be sympathetic. Daenerys knew better however and feared what came next.
“Though it seems you don’t want to act like a princess, while you stand next to me, I’ll have nothing else. We will walk calmly through the halls and I will let you have that sweet relief you don’t deserve only because I am gracious.” Gripping her arm, he pulled her along in an infuriatingly slow pace through the majestic halls of the Magister’s manor.
Daenerys knew she couldn’t last much longer, but with relief so close she forced herself to walk in a composed manner holding on with nothing more, but the remaining strength left in her labia which began to glisten with each miniscule leak. As they entered the hall leading to the chamber pots, Daenerys tried to quicken her pace, her resolve ending fast. But Viserys held firm. “Wait.”
He wasn’t asking. It was a command. Her resolve crumpling, a spurt shot out of her urethra making her inner thighs glisten, thankfully missing her gown. “Please” she whispered to Viserys as another tear threatened to escape her eyes.
“Well go on th-“ Viserys’ concession was cut off by “Your Majesty!” Illyrio was hustling down the hall. “The Dothraki have entered the city, we must meet them in the courtyard now!” With that, he bustled back the way he came.
Viserys grip which had slackened considerably, tightened his grip and yanked Daenerys in the opposite direction. Daenerys no longer had the resolve to walk ‘like a lady’ and gripped herself once more.
Upon entering the courtyard, they could hear the rumble of the Dothraki but not yet see them, so Viserys rounded on Daenerys making sure everything was perfect. With his hand he wiped away another stray tear and brought them down to the silk gown all the while whispering into her ear, “Shoulders straight, tits perked, and no. fucking. fidgeting.” His hand roamed down to caress her nipples making sure they were hard and noticeable. His hand eventually roamed down to her nether regions where he straightened out the scrunching in her gown causing him to ‘accidently’ apply pressure to her distended and distressed bladder. Daenerys whimpered once more.
As the Khal and his entourage entered the courtyard, Illyrio started whimpering into Viserys ear, “Those three are Drogo’s bloodriders.”
The bloodriders stare down on the three of them and Daenerys averts her gaze, fidgeting in the process.
“And over there is the Khal himself.” Illyrio gestures at the rider sitting regally atop his stallion staring at them in indifference. Viserys noticed Daenerys fidgeting and grips her hand before she can bury it back in her womanhood, “You see how long his hair is? When Dothraki are defeated in combat, they cut off their braids in disgrace, so the world will know their shame. Khal Drogo has never been defeated. A savage, of course, but one of the finest killers alive. And you will be his queen… contingent on your cessation of fidgeting, you’re bringing me shame. Our house shame.” He seethed the last bit dangerously, squeezing her wrist so tight cutting off circulation.
Daenerys once more on the verge of tears and near the end of her rope whimpers desperately, “I don’t want to be his queen,” squirming once more, “Please, please, I don’t want to. I want to go home.” She gasped the last bit as more urine escaped her exhausted body, causing a loud splatter to echo around the courtyard.
Viserys maintains his mask of politeness and keeps his voice low, but there is unbridled fury in his eyes. “Home? How do we go home? They took it from us.” Still gripping her, nails digging into flesh, “How do we go home?”
“I don’t know,” Daenerys whimpered in bodily exhaustion, a rivulet making its way down her leg.
“I do. We go home with an army. With Khal Drogo’s army. I’d let the whole khalasar fuck you, all forty thousand men and their horses too, if that’s what it took.” Then glancing once more at his sister, driving her fate home, “I’d let them piss on you too, you worthless slut.”
And the flood gates opened. Hot pent-up urine flooded down Daenerys’ legs making her sheer gown see through and sticky, a puddle forming large enough to make both Viserys and Illyrio to dance out of the way of. Exhausted, and with her arm finally released, she sank down to her knees still pissing all over herself.
Glancing back up and hearing Viserys’ dismayed shout of, “Where are they going?!?” she noticed the Khal and his company has deserted the courtyard, thankfully for her, Illyrio reassured him that the Khal was pleased with what he saw.
Skirting around the puddle Viserys spitefully remarked, “I guess that savage is used to his women pissing all over themselves. Disgusting beasts.” And strode back inside, leaving Daenerys alone in the courtyard, wet and shivering.
Just a heads up, not all of this is going to be as dark and demeaning as this particular segment was, I was just trying to portray Vierys accurately. Also keep in mind Daenerys was pretty meek before she became a badass Khaleesi. The next part will be centered around Winterfell, when the King's Entourage arrive. |
Winterfell
“We need plenty of candles for Lord Tyrion’s chamber. I’m told he reads all night.” Catelyn strode into the banquet hall, looking frazzled having been up before dawn prepping for the procession’s arrival.
“I’m told he drinks all night.” Maester Luwin commented idly.
“How much could he possibly drink? A man of his… stature?”
“We’ve brought up eight barrels of ale from the cellar. Perhaps we’ll find out.”
“In any case, candles.” Catelyn just as swift as she entered, strode out. Feeling overburdened by the preparations and on account she hadn’t a moment to herself since sun-up remembered human need and thus shouted behind her, “And an extra chamber pot!” Approaching the courtyard, she notices Jon, Robb, and Theon loitering around the training area. “BOYS! BARBER. NOW!” Without a second glance she strides once more to the gate, hoping to get a clue on the arrival time. The clue did come in the form of a disobedient child, by the name of “BRANDON!”
“I saw the King! He’s got hundreds of people.” His eyes wide with wonder as he jumped down from the last stretch of wall.
Catelyn’s own eyes widening as she felt overwhelmed by how little time they had left to prepare before they narrowed, “How many times have I told you: No. Climbing.” Fixing her second born son with a stern gaze.
“But he’s coming right now! Down our road!” Bouncing excitedly, almost remind her like a child that needs to-
“I want you to promise me,” mentally calculating if she had enough time to pass her waters before the procession arrived, “No more climbing.”
Bran looked down at his feet before meeting his mother’s gaze, “I promise.”
“Do you know what?” Catelyn asked painfully aware precious time was passing.
“What?” Bran exchanged, relieved that was the last of the climbing spiel…
“You always look at your feet before you lie. Run and find your father. Tell him the king is close.” With that she strode of her heel in the opposite direction, back towards the castle.
“Come Summer!” Bran ran past her into the Castle halls with his direwolf in tow.
Catelyn strode purposefully into the halls of Winterfell, towards her and Ned’s chambers. But a distant shout caught her off-guard, “Forward scouts spotted!”
Cursing under her breath she changed direction to the guest relief area. These were closest to the courtyard and banquet hall, located in the hallway behind the high table. They were more ornate than strictly necessary, but they were for esteemed guests, or members of the family. Relief for other company were across the courtyard in a less private setting, and servants and maids had their own quarters for such a thing as well. There were of course, chamber pots in each room of the family, but there wasn’t enough time to venture around for absolute privacy.
So, Catelyn entered one of the two guest chambers and swiftly went about her business owing to short amount of time on hand.
One of the many things she hated about the North were the furs and layers you needed to wear to keep warm. It certainly was a hassle in a time such as this. Nevertheless, she sighed as she sat down, emptying herself into the chamber pot below. Keenly aware of the time, she gathered herself together and left as quickly as possible to help form the assembly in the courtyard, forgetting to tell an attendant to empty the contents of the guest pots for their royal visitors.
Standing patiently next to her husband, and looking significantly less frazzled, stood Catelyn surveying her surrounds. Her brow furrowed, “Where’s Arya?” Her question aimed at her second born, Sansa, just as the procession rode through the gate. Before Sansa can answer, they all kneel as King Robert Baratheon rides through the gate. Glancing over to Sansa once more, she sees Arya has taken her place with a helmet on her head? One which the bastard, Jon Snow, subtly lifts from her head and hides behind his back.
Robert dismounts from his mount and gestures for everyone to rise before turning to Ned.
Rising, Ned still bows his head as he utters, “Your Grace.”
“You’ve got fat.” Robert puts bluntly, as Ned’s head whips up incredulous. They both suddenly start laughing, easing the palpable tension in the courtyard as they embrace as old friends.“Cat!” Robert turns to Catelyn Stark. “Your Grace,” she intones, a slight bow of the head.
“Nine years. Why haven’t I seen you? Where the hell have you been?” Robert turns back to Ned.
“Guarding the North for you, Your Grace. Winterfell is yours.” Ned replies respectfully.
In the meantime, side conversations have erupted as Queen Cersei and the rest of her children descend from the coach, “Where’s the Imp?” Arya, ever the firebrand peers on her tippy-toes trying to see the dwarf.
“Will you shut up?” Sansa remarks, drawing a reproachful look from her younger sister.
“And who have we here?” Robert was making his way down the line of Starks. “You must be Robb.” Then turning to Sansa, “My you’re a pretty one.” And once more to Arya, “Your name is?”More intrigued than offended, she replied, “Arya.”
Robert once more proceeding down the line, “Ooh, show me your muscles,” to which Bran replies with flexed arms, “You’ll be a soldier.”
Once again, ignoring her surroundings, Arya eyes the man in the golden armor who just removed his helm. “That’s Jaime Lannister. The queen’s twin brother.”
“Would you please shut up.” Sansa repeats herself once more, her eyes never leaving the teenage Prince as he prances around the courtyard on his not quite mature pony, with his unwavering bodyguard, helm still affixed.
Cersei approached her husband and the Stark family in slow, careful steps, seemingly tired of the pomp and circumstance.
“My Queen.” Both Ned and Catelyn intone. But before Cersei can get a word in, Robert interrupts, “Take me to your crypt. I want to pay my respects.”
Affronted at being spoken over, Cersei seethes, “We’ve been riding for a month, my love. Surely the dead can wait.” Her stance hostile and shifty to the practiced eye.
Glancing at his wife, before brushing her off the King turns once more to his old friend, “Ned.” Nodding his head towards the crypt.
As the two disappear down the stairs of the crypt and the Queen still standing before Catelyn uncertain on how she should broach the matter without appearing weak, Arya piped up, “Where’s the Imp?”
Humiliated and still distressed, Cersei carefully made her way back to Jaime, “Where is our brother? Go find that little beast.” She snaps angrily. Stopping at a tugging of her dress. Turning to see her daughter—her angel—looking up to her with wide eyes, she knelt, inwardly cringing as she squeezed her distressed bladder.
The last stretch of the Kingsroad, Robert has been too excited to see his old friend again, and thus never kept to schedule often putting the horses and the procession to the test. They had been riding since at least the middle of the night, and it was now past high noon. She had been told there was a brief respite at dawn, one her children must have taken advantage of while she slept in the carriage. Considering that it was past high noon, she figured what her daughter wanted.
Slightly grimacing at the pain the crouch put her in, she whispered, “Myrcella, what’s wrong angel?” Her motherly instinct taking over.
“I need to attend the chamber-“ “Shush shush my sweet,” glancing around the courtyard, and seeing everyone disperse, she gratefully got onto her feet once more, and took Myrcella’s hand as she approached Catelyn once more.
“Lady Stark,” Cersei visibly grimaced, though not in pain or the absolute desperation she felt, but to address an inferior in such a civil tone. “My Myrcella,” she proceeded to lower her voice for the next part, still aware of the many eyes of the relatively empty courtyard now, “would like to pass her water.”
Catelyn off guard by the request, having expected them to request their chambers, waved off the attendants she had standing by. Such needs had no need for public awareness after all. “Oh! Of course, right this way.” Gathering her skirts, she approached the very same hall, she entered not moments before the procession arrived.
Following behind Catelyn, her hands folded neatly in front of her, her daughter unbecomingly having shoved her hand into her dress.
Catelyn led them a short way into a thankfully empty hallway, not because Cersei was visibly desperate (she’d rather die) but because she’d never allow the commoners to see her enter such a room to do such a common thing.
Having stopped, Myrcella made a rush at one of the chamber rooms, but Cersei held her back much to Myrcella’s dismay. Catelyn gave her a raised eyebrow, not daring to question the Queen, but Cersei gave her a searing look, and Catelyn bustled away.
Catelyn, entering the banquet hall once more nearly collided with an attendant, who was in search of her. “Lady Catelyn! I couldn’t find a spare chamber pot for Lord Tyrion’s chamber, so I took one form the guest relief area, because I figured he was a guest, so it seemed perfectly alright and…” he rambled on before Catelyn cut him off with her sharp stare.
Catelyn sent him away, deciding that she’d find an alternative chamber pot later, after all the feast was going to be an affair all on its own. Shaking herself out of the stupor the usually library attendant (they needed all hand on deck) had put her in, she strode once more into the fray, barking directions.
Myrcella looked up at her pleadingly, and Cersei beckoned her forth, the girl darting behind one curtain. After impatient ruffling for half a minute, a torrent of water echoed through the halls as a young girl’s bladder gradually deflated.
Thankful that her daughter did not need her help, she entered behind the other curtain, already raising her skirts and undoing the ties where they needed to be undone. About halfway through the process, going painfully slow with trembling hands, she noted to her horror, the chamber pot was missing. Redoing all her hard work was torture for someone normally so composed, but she eventually made her way back into the hallway.
Knowing there was no one looking, Cersei let her composure slide, and gripped her dress in both hands against her tensed thighs. She was in absolute agony, listening to her daughter release her contents into what seemed to be an already used chamber pot. Taking deep breath, Cersei squeezed her eyes closed, but quickly opened them as she imagined herself as the one on the pot. Taking another ragged breath, she asked, “Myrcella dear? Are you finished?” In a rather husky voice.
“No, I mean yes, but only because this chamber pot looks pretty full.”
Cersei closed her eyes once more, moisture of frustration building in her eye ducts, tears she refused to drop before she composed herself just as Myrcella exited the chamber after an equal amount of shuffling as before.
“Wait here.” Cersei commanded, cutting off whatever Myrcella was about to say as she strode past the curtain to find that the chamber pot was indeed filled to the brim.
Exiting the chamber, she saw a distressed Myrcella, “What’s wrong? Did you not pass your waters?”
Shifting from side to side, “Yes. No, I did, but there wasn’t enough room and… and… I still really need to goooo.” She ended in a whisper.
Feeling for her only daughter, she replied softly, and barely in control, “Come Myrcella, let’s find our chambers.” Grabbing her hand, they strode down the hall. Cersei bursting at the seams, though regally composed for any who might see, and Myrcella distressed at needing to cut off her stream, trying not to clutch herself.
~~~END Pt 1~~~
Okay so, I know this one was very dialogue and plot heavy in the courtyard, but I felt like it set up the last bit well.
Also, I’m not entirely sure the ages of both Myrcella and Tommen at this point, because although she appears in both Season 1 and 2 fairly young, she appears in Season 5 depicting a mature young woman (also as a different actress). So, I figure I won’t put an age to the characters, and let you depict them how you will, so I apologize if I’ve gotten any mannerisms wrong.
On another note, I usually like to make my desperation scenes more drawn out, instead of out of nowhere like these ones may seem, but I felt this segment was getting too lengthy. Rest assured, I will get it all down to a science, after all, this is still only the first episode. |
Sorry, this story turned out WAY longer than I intended. It’s the first one I’ve ever posted... let me know what you think!
Two hours ago, 21 year old Matt tucked his dick back into his black boxer briefs feeling relieved. He was standing in the bathroom of his college apartment and had just finished taking a piss. He wanted to make sure he had emptied his bladder before zipping up into his Halloween costume- a green one of those spandex body suits. He and his three other roommates had decided the night before to each buy one in a different color for last minute costumes. They’d each cut small holes for their mouths, knowing the costume would be pointless if they couldn’t drink at the party while wearing them. Matt slipped his legs into his bodysuit, and got the zipper on the back up as high as he could before walking out of the bathroom to ask one of his roommates to finish zipping him up all the way.
Over the last 2 hours, Matt, his roommates and a few friends had been pregaming at their apartment for a Halloween house party they’d be going to. Matt had drank 4 cans of beer and taken a few shots. As he was drinking his fifth beer, someone announced the Uber would be there in 2 minutes to take them to the party. At this moment, Matt felt a slight twinge of his bladder from the drinks he’d had, but figured it wasn’t worth all the hassle of having someone unzip him out of his bodysuit, especially since the Uber was so close. He downed his fifth beer and headed out to get in the Uber with this roommates & 2 other friends they were riding with.
Once the Uber let them out, Matt felt another twinge from his bladder that he again ignored as they walked into a packed house party full of friends and strangers alike- all wearing costume much more exciting than his and his roommates.
Matt and his roommates went immediately for the keg, and over the next 30 minutes Matt had drank a beer and a half before his bladder sent him another, more urgent signal. Despite the fact he was starting to feel drunk, he took this signal a little more seriously, but still did not feel like “breaking the seal” so early at the party. He gave his crotch a quick squeeze that he tried to disguise as a readjustment and kept drinking.
After his 8th beer, Matt could no longer ignore his extremely full bladder. The pressure had grown more and more intense, and he knew that he’d need to find a bathroom very soon or there’d be trouble. After giving his dick a noticeably longer and tighter squeeze than before, Matt walked, bent forward ever so slightly, over to his roommates who’d been in the other corner of the room. Matt wondered if any of them were equally as desperate to pee as he was, as he hadn’t seen any of them stray from the room to empty their bladders.
Just as he was analyzing his roommates for any sign of their own need to pee, a wave from his bursting bladder hit him and his hand flew to his crotch while his torso bent forward suddenly. Matt stood upright again, but kept his hand gripped over his crotch. The now constant touching of his crotch, was making his piss filled dick begin to grow. His bursting bladder was bad enough; the last thing he needed while wearing this tight bodysuit was a boner.
Rather than ask any of his roommates if they needed to pee, Matt casually asked if any of them knew where the bathroom was. Thankfully, one his roommates, Tommy, did and he offered to show him. Upon hearing this, their roommate Greg shouted out, “Oh thank god! I’ve literally got to piss so fucking bad!!” Matt felt better that he wasn’t the only one, but that didn’t help the fact that he literally felt like he was going to piss his bodysuit.
As they started to make their way through the crowd to get to the stairs to head up to the bathroom on the 2nd floor, their friend Jimmy who owned the house, came over and was quite insistent that the three roommates come to the other room to do a keg stand with them. Matt looked nervously at his other roommates, before telling Jimmy that he was sorry but that he had to piss really bad. Before anyone could react, Matt ran off to the stairs, semi-hard cock gripped in hand. Before Tommy or Greg had a chance to also share their need for the bathroom, Jimmy called Matt a pussy and dragged them by their body suits to do a keg stand.
As Matt bounded up the steps to look for the bathroom, he kept his hand wrapped tightly around his now fully erect dick while muttering fuck around his breath. When he got to the second floor hallway he was relieved to see the bathroom line consisted of a group of 3 girls, and 2 other guys. Matt joined the line and tried not looking too desperate by letting go of his crotch. When Matt did this, his boner tented out his bodysuit so much that the last guy in line snickered when he saw it.
The group of girls entered the bathroom, and Matt crossed his legs tightly and bent over. Both of the other guys in line took notice, but tried not to stare. Matt’s bladder had never been so full and he was starting to worry he wouldn’t make it. Just then, he felt another intense wave hit him, and he felt a jet of warm piss soak into his boxer briefs. He was back to holding his cock again, and was now rocking on his feet while he stood bent over and legs crossed. The girls finally exited the bathroom together, and as the next guy in line entered Matt felt another spurt of pee escape him. There was now a visible wet spot on his bodysuit.
Upon seeing this, the guy in front of Matt told him he could go before him. 30 seconds later when Matt closed the bathroom door behind him, he realized he’d made a mistake of separating from his friends. He had no way to unzip his bodysuit to take his cock out!
He starting groping at his back to try and get hold of the zipper, but all this movement was just causing him to send more and more spurts of piss into his increasingly wet boxer briefs.
Just as Matt was about to give up and fully wet himself, he heard a frantic pounding at the door followed by 2 people shouting his name. He opened the door to see Tommy and Greg looking distressed and panicked. They’d raced back upstairs after being forced into a keg stand, having only added to their full bladders.
For a brief instant, Matt was relieved to see he wasn’t the only one sporting a noticeable tent in his bodysuit. It was also then that Matt saw Greg had a basketball sized wet spot on his bodysuit white body suit. His blue briefs underneath were clearly visible. He was jumping from foot to foot and begging Matt or Tommy to unzip as he’d already started wetting while coming up the stairs. They both helped Tommy unzip as piss continued to gush into his body suit, and once free he whipped out his cock and continued in the toilet. Matt, who’s tented cock had also continued to leak into his briefs and bodysuit, then turned around for Tommy to unzip him. Tommy did so and Matt races to the toilet to finally get relief at last.
As Matt and Greg stood emptying their bladders, Tommy stood nervously shifting foot to foot, while his piss filled boner twitched from the pressure. A loud knock came from the door, but Tommy sternly explained to the other 2 that no one else was getting in here until one of them unzipped him because he was about to piss himself. Greg finished peeing and went to unzip Tommy as the loud knocking pounded the door again. Greg finished unzipping Tommy’s suit, and Tommy managed to pull off and lower it just as a significant leak sprayed into his briefs.
The three of them had finished taking their pisses and tried quickly to dry themselves up while more knocking came at the door. The accepted their fate of walking around the rest of the night with small piss stains. When they opened the door, they were shocked!
It was their fourth roommate, Brandon, who hadn’t expressed a need to pee earlier despite looking nervous when the rest of them did. He stood there still stuck in his body suit which was already soaked down both legs, while a steady stream of piss continued to escape his bulging crotch.
The four roommates decided the next day that whatever costumes they chose for next Halloween had to have a fly! |
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And here is part 2 of the story!
When Hiccup went out to wake up Snotlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut and Fishlegs Astrid began to pack the most important things. She packed few bottles of water, food enought for 2 days and her battle axe. After that she went with her backpack to her dragon - Stormfly.
"Are you ready for another journey?" she said to her dragon. Stormfly began to jump happily. Astrid sat on her dragon and flew to place where they were supposed to meet. While waiting she drank 1 bottle of water. Finally after 20 minutes Hiccup and the rest got there.
"Okay, you all will be flying behind me and Astrid. We know the way already. After we land we'll eat something and go to that cave" Said Hiccup to team. He gsat on Toothless and began to fly. Astrid quickly got next to him. The rest of team was flying behind them creating triangle fly structure. Hiccup was wondering if Astrid manages to hold it. She said she would hold it all the journey until coming back home. Astrid also was wondering if she manages to hold it this time. If this time she doesn't manage to do it then not only Hiccup would see her wetting herself... When finally they reached The Island of Nothingless (Name which Fishlegs gave it after hearing Hiccup's story) they began to eat. Astrid drank 2 bottles of water during the meal. After that they went to cave by foot. When they entered the cave Tuffnut tried to scare his sister. He went behind her when she wasn't looking and imitated roar (Ruffnut wasn't too smart, so she thought it's real dragon) and caught her leg.
"Aaaaa! Dragon!" Screamed Ruffnut. "Oh it's only you. Idiot!" She said after seeing her brother holding her leg.
"You seriously thought it was real dragon? You seriously aren't smart. Nothing happened!" Said Tuffnut.
"I leaked because of you! My panties are now soaked!" Tuffnut yelled at her brother.
"Ooo someone is leaky girl!" Teased her brother.
"Stop it, we are here to see the dragon and add it to our dragon book!" Said Hiccup ending the argument. Because of Ruffnut's leaking she was now walking weirdly. They were really near dragon's chamber now.
"Okay, we must walk slowly. If dragon tries to attack us we run to the exit." Said Hiccup silently. Team sneaked to the draong's chamber and... There was no dragon. No dragon's eggs. Not even nest.
"Where's the dragon?" Astrid asked Hiccup.
"I don't know... There is no sign that it was there... Throw something at many places, it might be invisible..." Answered Hiccup. After throwing some rocks everywhere they were sure that there was no dragon.
"Maybe it's in other place in cave? Some dragons like to change their nests sometimes" Suggested Fishlegs. And they searched the whole cave. No dragons were found. They went out of cave and they found giantic footsteps of dragon, heading to the edge of island.
"It had to fly to another island!" Said Hiccup.
"I'll go to pick up our dragons, wait there!" said Snotlout. After few minutes he got back with dragons.
"Okay, I don't know how long we'll be flying to the other island so if anyone has to pee, do it now." Said Hiccup. Everyone went into woods. Even Astrid, but she was there only so no one will make jokes that she'll soon pee herself. Suddently Astrid heard something move in the bushes. She quickly got her axe and sneaked to it. She passed throught the bushes and saw Ruffnut peeing. By seeing her peeing, Astrid started to feel small urge to pee.
"Hey, get out of there! I'm peeing!" Said Ruffnut. "By the way, are you done yet or are you searching for place to pee?" she added, hiding her crotch with her hands.
"Oh, I finished already. Sorry for interrupting" Said Astrid and quickly went back to her dragon. She saw that Stormfly was peeing. Astrid tried to ignore hissing sound. It was making her urge grow. After a couple of minutes all the team was back.
"Okay, so we are now flying that way!" Said Hiccup and pointed where footsteps were going. All of them sat on their dragons and started flying into that way. Astrid was again flying next to Hiccup.
"Have you gone peeing?" He asked her.
"No, as I said I won't go until we get to Berk." Replied Astrid. She had small urge to pee now. After 30 minutes they found really small island. It had only small flat mountain. It had maybe 40x40 meters. There were only 10 rocks all looking the same.
"Let's land!" Commanded Hiccup. They all landed and put off their backpacks. They decided to eat something. Astrid drank another 2 bottles of water. They were about to leave but suddently one of the rock started rolling.
"Wait a minute, it's not a rock... It's egg! Dragon egg!" Said Fishlegs.
"We have to get out of there..." Said Hiccup. They all got on their dragons and flew above clouds. "We'll see the dragon when it comes back" He said. After 20 minutes the dragon arrived. It was giantic and blue.
"Remember, it can throw lava or fire!" Said Astrid. Fishlegs quickly began to draw it. They tried to come near it. When it noticed them it started to become red hot. And then it threw electrical sphere from it's mounth. The team quickly flew again.
"Okay, so that why the stone was red inside cave..." Said Astrid.
"Yeah, it's pretty powerful... We better do something about it. If there will be more of them, they can be very dangerous in enemy's hands. Now we'll get back to previous island." Said Hiccup.
"Oh, again?" Said Snotlout.
"Our dragons must rest." Said Hiccup. They reached the previous island. They were resting for 30 minutes. Astrid was now crossing her legs. She was really desperated. Astrid's urge was always getting bigger really fast by seeing sea for long time.
"Maybe I'll lead us this time?" Said Snotlout.
"Okay, if you want to" Said Hiccup. They all got on their dragons. Having spreaded legs was making Astrid not sure if she can hold it. After 30 minutes there was no sign of Berk.
"Hey, why there is no Berk?" Astrid asked Hiccup.
"He picked wrong way... I haven't noticed." Said Hiccup. Astrid just hoped that she can hold it until getting to Berk. When they reached the island again she had to hold her crotch tightly. She was moving her butt from left to right to not leak. They were now flying to Berk, now again Astrid and Hiccup leading.
"Ohh I don't think I can hold it anymore!" Moaned Astrid. She leaked.
"You can hold it." Said Hiccup.
"I leaked already..." Said Astrid. She was now holding her crotch with both of her hands. After 3 minutes she leaked again. Her panties were now completly soaked, as well as her butt. Stormfly's flying wasn't straight. It was going up and down. It made Astrid leak every few seconds now.
"H-hiccup" Astrid said.
"Yes?" He asked.
"I can't hold it anymore..." And with these words Astrid started peeing herself. She tried to stop it, but she couldn't. She felt streams of pee going down her legs. Her whole legs, butt were now wet, as well as skirt. She felt only hot pee coming from her crotch... She was moaning all the time while she was peeing herself. It was her second orgasm caused by wetting herself. She haven't let out all of her pee.
"Oopsie..." She said red faced.
"Things happen" Said Hiccup. "You look very beautiful with wet clotches and legs" He added. After a while they reached Berk. They sat off the dragons, and everyone noticed that Astrid has wet herself.
"Hahahaa... Y-y-ou w-wet y-you-rself!" Was laughting Ruffnut. But she had to pee very, very bad. Her bladder was very weak. Because of that non stop laughting she started peeing herself. "No no no no... I can't pee myself..." She started screaming, putting her both hands into her panties but there was no use. She couldn't stop peeing. Her whole face was now red. Her pants were now soaked, and small puddle was under her.
"Well, so I'm not the only wetter here" Said Astrid and started to laught. Her bladder was weakened by wetting herself, and she started peeing. Really small puddle was now under her.
"Okay, I'll go home and change my clotches." Said Ruffnut.
"Yeah, me too" Said Astrid. They all went to their homes. |
Hello everyone! This is my first try at writing a story, I have a bunch of ideas on my mind after reading some for so long. So if you all like what I write, I fully intend to keep writing!
FULL DISCLOSURE: There is going to be plenty of wetting, but there will also be plenty of messing. Moreover, I plan to make this story more and more sexual as it goes on. If Messing or Sexual themes are not your vibe, please feel free to move on and go about your day. If not, I do hope you enjoy!
My name is Alex, and I am going to be a senior this upcoming year at college. I have been a member of a fraternity for the last three years, I am in the school of journalism, and I have made quite a few friends. Sadly, I have been single my whole time here at college, but it is not that big of a deal. The random hookup here and there, but they are truly few and far between. Now, what else you should know about me is obviously the reason I am here; my fetish. Like many others, I am absolutely enamored with girls being desperate to use the bathroom. It can be anything; pee, poo, making it, not making it, diapers, "fake accidents", intentional, truly anything. Up until now, It has always been a pipe dream to be in a situation where a girl was desperate. There have been a few close calls, like driving my friends around and a girl needed to go, or instances at parties, but I have never made my desires public to anyone, and I have never creeped on girls to make it happen. That is, until one day I got a great idea...
So one thing you should know, my family is very well off. I mean very. I have been extremely fortunate my whole life, I have never had to struggle for much financially, and my family has enjoyed a comfortable lifestyle. I would not say I am spoiled though, because my parents raised me right and taught me the value of hard work. But be that as it may, they fully paid for my school, car, food, you name it. I never flaunted it in front of my friends, but they all knew I was well off.
But to get to the point; because my family has alot of money, they have always paid for my housing. I was never picky though; freshman year I stayed in the freshman dorm, sophomore year I stayed in a suite with friends, and junior year I even lived in the fraternity house. But this is my last year of college, and I hatched an idea. If I asked my family to pay for an off campus house for the year, they would not bat an eye. Obviously you might assume I mean only my portion of the rent, but I am going to have my family just give me the cash for a year's worth of rent for a whole house. Do you see where I am going with this? I want to pay for a full, nice house, and see if I can get some female friends to live with me, for free, but with a couple of stipulations... nothing illegal or non-consensual of course, I'm not a monster!! But I think you're starting to get the idea...
So in order for this to work, I hatched a plan. First, I got the house. It is perfect; right off of campus, massive, five bedrooms, nice kitchen, three bathrooms, and all the space a college student could possibly want. Yes it is expensive to rent, a couple thousand dollars a month. Normal college students definitely could not afford it even splitting it five ways, but it is no problem at all for me. Second, I needed to pick my room mates. This I had to do very methodically; I could not just walk up to someone and say "hey, want to live with me for free for a year?" They would think I was crazy! So naturally, I needed to pick some friends. But I needed to pick people that would be open to my stipulations... and I have NO idea if anyone even would be open to trying this fetish, let alone doing so for a year for free rent.
So what I ended up doing was this; I started with one. I have a really good friend, Milly. Shes about 5'9, long beautiful brown hair that she usually just wears down, and shes smart as all get out. Shes got average B to C cup boobs, but a HUGE perfect ass that guys will never fail to stare at as they walk by. We hooked up once freshman year, but ever since we have just been really close friends. We hang out a ton, and I have always wanted to share more of my life with her, but we usually each went our own ways in terms of romance. In any case, I have always thought she might be into desperation and things of that nature. There has been more than one occasion where I have seen her sprinting to the bathrooms after class, and she is very casual about her bathroom habits. She has told me before "Alex, I have to pee so bad, can you get me home?" or "I have to go so bad but I don't want to get up." Now each time I have always tried to stay neutral, but my desires always seem to make me more interested in her situations than your average person. She may have picked on that fact too though. Before, this may have been a problem, but now i can use it to my advantage. My plan is this; I am going to pick the perfect opportunity to talk to Milly, discuss with her my living accommodations, and tell her the whole story. I figure i'll just go for broke. If one of my best friends who I am pretty sure is into desperation won't go for it, no one will!
As it so happens, I found my perfect opportunity the next day. Her and I were leaving class together when I saw the perfect opening. Milly was wearing a red tank top with a flannel over it, and plain black leggings.
"Ugh Alex I need to pee so bad, it is ridiculous"
"Gees Milly, what is this, the fifth time this month? Do you have a small bladder or do you just like being desperate to go??"
"Oh hush, you have no idea what I go through!" she said with a wink. "I'll just hit the toilet quick then we can go..."
"Wait, before you do I want to show you something, we don't have alot of time before class and it is close by"
Milly thought about it for a second before saying... "Ugh fine, I can hold it a little bit longer, but we should hurry!"
"Gotcha!"
I couldn't believe it; I even got her to go this far! We quickly walked to the house I got for next year, it was only a five minute walk from class. By the time we got there, Milly was definitely in a bit of trouble, desperation wise. She walked slower than me and had a funny little jiggle every few steps, but nothing too out of the ordinary. She did keep smiling at me on the way over though, and she even caught me looking down at her crotch as she had to hold herself for a second.
"Why are we stopping Alex, what is so important we had to walk all the way over here now"
"Oh I just wanted to show you where I was living next year!"
"HERE?! Alex this place is massive! I know your family has money but damn, this much?? Who all is living here?? And hoe much is gonna cost you??"
"Well, here's the thing... I need four room mates"
"Alex I would love to live here but you know I can't afford something like this. Besides, would living together even be a good idea?"
She is really starting to dance in place, and she shoots me a knowing glance... I think I am in! So I go for broke--
"Well Milly, I have a plan. I will pay for all the rent for you and whoever else lives here, you won't have to pay a dime."
"Wait what?? Really?? What's the catch??"
As she asked what I knew what was coming next, I grabbed her and pulled her close to me"
"Alex what are you--
"Milly, the catch is this. I think you like to hold your pee. I think you like being desperate, and I think you know exactly what I am talking about.
She took a step back, and I watched her process what I just. I kept giving her that knowing look we had been sharing for the past 20 minutes, but she looked like she was about to slap me in the face. I dropped my look, was about to walk away when...
"How did you know Alex"
I was elated! But I did not blow my chance-- "Because I share in your likes, and I was looking for exactly the vibes you were giving off"
"So you know that i... you like to..." she stammered as she tried to put thoughts together while still on the brink of peeing herself.
"Shh. Yes, I know, and I like what you like. And what I am telling you is, you can live here, with me, rent free, for all of our last year, under this one set of conditions, and they all revolve about what you are about to do"
"She took another step closer to me as I took a step closer to her. We shared that same knowing glance one last time before the beginning of the best year of my life was upon us. I am not sure if she ever had truly wet herself before, but I could tell she was about to now, and there was no turning back.
"Alex..." her voice trailed off as she started to pee. We both were mesmerized as to what was happening. I could see the utter bliss on her face as she let it all go into her dark leggings. I looked down and saw the faint streaks go down her legs and onto the pavement. It was broad daylight, but nothing could be seen from too far away due to the black leggings. I of course sprung a rather um... hard problem... but I kept my composure just long enough. Milly finished peeing, and looked at me.
"I cannot believe I just did that!" She said in a whisper. "Alex, I can't even process what is going on, oh my god. I have wanted to do that for so long, but I always thought I was SO weird!! And you like it too?? This changes everything!!
"Yes Milly, I happen to love when a girl is desperate, pees herself, or even more..."
"More?" She shot me knowing glance one more.
"Yes more, and i will tell you all of it right now, if you agree to live with me next year!"
"Wait oh shit that's right! You're really ok with paying to live here for you AND me?? Wait who else is going to live here? And what is the rest of the catch you were going to say?
"Here it is Milly. This is going to be our last year at college, so I decided on something; I want it to be the best year of my life. In order for that to happen, I need to be with all of my friends obviously, but I also need to indulge in something I have never been able to... this" and I point down to her legs.
"So what you're telling me is, I can live here with you for free as long as I keep doing this?"
"Yes, and more"
"More... how much more?"
"I mean, I want you and whoever else that is going to live here to follow a simple but strict set of rules. I want to see you be desperate, I want to see you pee yourselves, and I want to see you mess yourselves"
"oh, so you really did mean more"
"Yes I did. So there it is Milly. What do you think"
"She stared at me and off into space for a long time as she thought about it. I started to get worried even.
"Ok Alex, you have a deal. It may go against my better judgement, but this new revelation we just had is too incredible to pass up!"
"Really, oh Milly that is great!!!"
We each gave each other a big hug as we laughed. I felt the wetness of her leggings against my legs and I was in heaven. I am also positive that she felt whaat was going on in my pants, and she gave me a big smile as we let go.
"Man Alex you weren't kidding, you really do like it!"
"I do! Oh, and one more thing..."
"Yes?"
"I need your help in finding four other willing room mates to par take in this adventure" I said as I shrugged and smiled
"Alex!" She smiled, yelled, and punched me all at the same time. I had a great feeling about what next year was gonna be, and it was only the beginning... |
Hi guys. Just a brief introduction. I'm a long (long, long, long) time lurker here. I've been batting an idea around in my head and figured it might be worth writing down. Since I've got something together, I figured I'd make an actual contribution to this forum (as meager as it may be). I've never written fiction before, so I'm sorry if the story seems lost and rambling at points. I'm relying solely on two college composition courses and the collection of books I've read that were written by authors with skills far outmatching my own. I'm planning on two or three more parts for this story, so any feedback you have will be great.
Author's Note: If there is any field of study further from my own than fictional composition, its nursing, so I apologize if I say anything incredibly ridiculous in that regard. Please do not be too frustrated by my lack of research. It is fap-fiction after all 🙂
Part 1:
Emma Barnes stared absent-mindedly at the screen as Professor Welsh manipulated the slideshow from her podium at the front, left corner of the classroom. With near physical effort, Emma forced her focus back to the lecture. Emma knew she should be paying attention and taking notes, but she could not keep her mind from wandering. Nursing school had been the obvious choice for Emma. Elementary school and junior high had been a breeze for a girl of Emma’s intelligence, but in high school Emma discovered she had a mental block for lecture-heavy courses. Instead, Emma preferred courses that offered hands-on learning, such as labs and field trips. This, along with Emma’s compassion for others and repulsion at the idea of working a job that left her sitting at a desk for forty hours per week, naturally directed her to nursing school. Emma’s first three years had been exactly as she had imagined: fast paced, practical learning with limited lecture time. Or rather this was the case, until Emma registered for a Geriatrics course as an elective to fill out the second semester of her Junior year. Emma, already showing signs of Senioritis by the beginning of her third year, figured a course on geriatrics would be an easy A, and the fact that Professor Welsh, Emma’s advisor and favorite professor, was teaching the course was all Emma needed to decide to add the course to her spring schedule. However, Emma had not realized that the course was 100% lecture based, dooming herself to thirty classes of agony spanning every Monday and Wednesday from 10:00 am to 11:30 for fifteen weeks.
So now Emma sat in the final class of the semester, twirling her shoulder length brown hair as she once again failed to maintain focus. Through the fog of her mind, Emma heard Professor Welsh speak the words “final exam”. Emma’s stomach flipped, and her day was instantly ruined by the reminder of the dreadful event that until this point had been successfully sealed in the “Future Emma’s Problem” file of her mind. Professor Welsh continued:
“As you know, your final will be next Wednesday, beginning at 10:00 am. You will be given two hours to complete the exam. Also, as a reminder, the final is cumulative, and I have posted a study guide highlighting the relevant materials for the exam. Lastly, there will be one last chance this semester for you to earn extra credit."
Emma had to restrain her outburst of excitement. To Emma, the only saving grace for this class had been Professor Welsh’s extra credit assignments. Professor Welsh gave the students the opportunity to work clinical hours, observe procedures, and attend events, requiring only a short report from the students to receive credit. Of course, Emma took advantage of every extra credit opportunity. Despite the points Emma racked up from her participation, she barely managed to clear the minimum passing grade of a 74. This final exam, for which Emma was wholly unprepared, would act as the deciding factor for her grade, so the news of one last extra credit opportunity was music to Emma’s ears.
“I have always felt that a successful caregiver cannot merely be sympathetic but must more importantly be empathetic,” Professor Welsh explained. “While we can debate for hours on the unreality of teaching empathy, I think much can be gained from sharing experiences. For this extra credit assignment, I hope to give you just a taste of the emotions our geriatric patients experience when they begin to lose the control most people take for granted. So, with this sentiment in mind, to receive extra credit you must simply wear an adult diaper to the final exam."
Professor Welsh allowed her final statement to hang in the air, and she was pleased to hear the absolute silence as the students of her class were so surprised by her assignment that they momentarily forgot to continue breathing.
Emma mentally confirmed that: 1. she had heard Professor Welsh correctly and 2. there was no way for her to misunderstand the statement. Once these boxes had been checked, Emma let go of any hopes of receiving any “saved by the bell” extra credit. It seemed her final grade would depend solely on her decidedly substandard notes. Wearing a diaper was just too embarrassing.
Sarah, Emma’s roommate and best friend since they met in their Freshman year of college, broke the silence by asking the question that was on everyone’s mind.
“Professor Welsh, how will you know if we… um… completed the assignment?”
“I will hold office hours after the exam. Anyone who wishes to receive extra credit may stop by, and we can have a brief private session where I can confirm you wore a diaper.”
This direct explanation was enough to prevent any further discussion of the extra credit assignment.
***
After class, Sarah walked with Emma to the parking lot.
Sarah asked, “Do you think you are going to do the extra credit assignment?”
“No, I can’t even imagine how embarrassing that would be!”
“That kind of seems to be the point…”
“Does that mean you will be participating?” Emma asked incredulously.
Sarah pondered this for a moment, then replied “Probably not. I’m at an 86 right now. No matter what I do, I’ll probably end up with a B, so why go through the trouble?”
Emma mumbled in agreement and attempted to change the subject. “Are we still on for the bar after the final next Wednesday?” she asked Sarah.
“Definitely. I’ve cleared my schedule for a straight 48 hours after Welsh’s final. I’m counting on needing a drink, or fifteen, after finals. How about you?”
"All clear. Just one hellish week of studying and finals, then I can take a breath.”
“And a few shots,” Sarah added.
“We’ll see.” Emma was not against alcohol, quite the contrary, actually, but she was still nervous when it came to liquor. Beer was usually enough to make her happily tipsy, and Emma feared she would lose control if liquor entered the picture.
“Yes, we will,” Sarah replied as the girls began to separate in search of their respective vehicles. They both worked weekdays as waitresses, Sarah on the afternoon shift, and Emma on the night shift, so despite sharing an apartment and similar class schedules, they rarely had the opportunity to carpool.
***
Emma was sitting at her desk flipping hopelessly through her insubstantial notebook to review the topics listed on her study guide. As she studied, Emma began to doubt her ability to pass the final exam. Her late-in-the-game motivation would prove to be too little, too late. Her lack-luster approach to the previous fourteen weeks left her with a daunting mountain of material to cover over the next six days. Emma wished she had a little buffer in her grade in case she bombed the final exam. With this thought, Emma realized she did have the chance to make that buffer, and with a relatively small time commitment.
“But I can’t do that. People would notice what I was wearing. And I would have to show Professor Welsh?! How would I be able to face her again?” Emma thought to herself. However, the more Emma studied, the more she realized she was going to need every point she could get. She could not afford to lose points just to save herself some embarrassment. Besides, wouldn’t it be more embarrassing to have to retake the course?
“Alright. I’ll do it. I need the points,” Emma decided. Then, another thought occurred to her. “Where will I get them? Oh no… I would have to buy them.” With that thought, Emma was back at square one. Emma could suffer the embarrassment of wearing one under her clothes where she at least had the chance that no one else would know, save for Professor Welsh, but that was unavoidable. But there was no way the store clerk, or any store patrons, would mistake her purchase for a pack of feminine pads. No. That was too much. Emma could not bear the humiliation.
Suddenly, Emma thought of a way to avoid the embarrassment. Emma, along with every one of her classmates, owned a few sets of scrubs to wear to class as required by the university. If Emma wore her scrubs to the store, anybody who saw her with her purchase would assume it was just for a patient.
It was final. For the first time in eighteen years, Emma would wear a diaper.
***
Emma was sitting in her car in the parking lot of the restaurant for which she waitressed. She took a few deep breaths.
“You can do this. Go in. Grab what you need. Pay and get out.” Emma made sure to bring some cash with her to make the process as quick and inconspicuous as possible. The only thing that could make this more embarrassing would be a credit card malfunction that attracted even more attention to her.
Emma quickly changed out of her work uniform and into her scrubs, a precarious operation to do in the front seat of your car. Emma completed the change without issue and made the short drive to the 24-hour pharmacy. Despite her previous pep-talk, Emma felt a wave of nervous energy wash over her as she pulled into the parking space. Her hands trembled as she put the car in park, turned the car off, and pulled the keys from her ignition. A cold sweat broke out over her back, and Emma was acutely aware of her heart pounding, both feeling it in her chest and hearing it in her ears. Ironically, Emma’s nerves affected her bladder as well, seemingly causing the organ to shrink to half its normal size, reminding Emma that she had neglected to pee before leaving work.
“Deep breaths, Emma,” she coached herself. “You are just making a quick stop at the store. People do this every day. You do this every day.”
It was not enough. Emma put her keys in the ignition and was about to start the car when she thought of her grades.
“No. My schooling is too important. I can’t risk my grades to dodge a quick trip to the grocery store.”
Before she could change her mind, Emma pulled her keys from the ignition, got out of the car, and crossed the parking lot. Emma entered the pharmacy, located the correct aisle, and made her way to the entrance of the aisle. She took in the plethora of colored packages, each listing different genders, absorbencies, styles, colors, and uses, and promptly lost her resolve. Emma walked to the next aisle and pretended to be enamored with her options for toothpaste, all while internally battling to regain control. She knew she was walking queerly, like a cross between a zombie and a poorly-programmed robot. Emma’s sweat, jitters, and bladder also rejoined the play. Emma squeezed her thighs together, working toward some semblance of normalcy before sprinting to the bathroom. All at once, she found her strength.
“Emma, stop. There is no reason for you to be this nervous. Nobody even cares what you buy.”
This thought had an instant calming effect. Emma confidently walked to the previous aisle and straight to the adult diapers. She picked up the first pack that was clearly labeled as adult diapers, taking time enough only to check the sizing chart. Emma took the package to the front of the store, placed it on the counter (thankful there was no line), and felt her mouth go dry as the weary-faced, middle aged woman behind counter looked first to Emma, then to the diapers, then to Emma again. This was it. The clerk was about to begin the interrogation that haunted Emma’s thoughts of the entire process.
“Who are these for?”
“It is quite a coincidence that they are in your size.”
“Are you sure they’re not for you?”
Emma’s need to pee returned. Her bladder was unrelenting.
“Do NOT wet your pants, Emma,” she mentally instructed as a means of combatting her pressing bladder. “You haven’t wet your pants since you were in pullups, and you are not about to break that streak now.” Emma moved closer to the counter, allowing her to squeeze her crotch out of the clerk’s sight. The clerk prepared her opening salvo of questions.
“Cash or credit, hun?”
Emma felt she had prepared brilliantly for her defense, only to be dumbfounded by the first assault. Slowly, Emma processed the question and found she knew the answer.
“Cash, please.” Emma found the words hard to form with her dry, swollen tongue.
There was an awkward moment as Emma and the clerk just stared at each other. Finally, Emma realized she must produce the aforementioned currency. Emma took another moment to ask her bladder if she could borrow the hand currently keeping her pants dry in order to complete the transaction. Her bladder agreed, on the condition that both thighs worked double-time to replace the hand. Having missed the transaction total during her inner monologue, Emma removed a twenty-dollar bill from her scrub pocket, hoping it would be enough. It was. The clerk returned a sparse amount of change along with a receipt, both of which Emma neglectfully shoved into her pocket. Once her item was bagged, Emma took her purchase and left the store.
Replacing her nerves was a rush of adrenaline as Emma began to grasp that she had actually done it. She deposited her purchase in the trunk of her car and slipped into the driver’s seat. She started the car and decided she would allow herself a moment to gather herself. Suddenly, the entire car was filled with a shrill alarm. Emma jumped, her frayed nerves reaching their breaking point. Her bladder regarded her lack of attention as a breach of contract and promptly released. Emma felt warmth fill her crotch. The foreign feeling took her a moment to recognize, and by then it was nearly too late. She clamped both hands to her crotch to stem the flow. Emma quickly regained control, but not before she felt a spot of warm wetness spread across the crotch of her scrubs and several trickles of pee make their way beneath her to soak into her panties around her bottom.
Her bladder momentarily appeased, Emma answered the phone call that was the spark for the disaster.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Emma. I’m feeling a midnight snack. Do you mind picking something up?” Sarah asked.
Emma thought of the rapidly cooling dampness in her pants.
“I’m actually just ready to get home. How about delivery?”
“Chinese?”
“Sounds good. Just grab some random stuff. We’ll mix and match.”
“Okay. I’ll see you when you get home.”
End of Part 1.
***
I hope you enjoyed. Once again, I'd appreciate any feedback. You've got a hardcore newbie here. |
Hi guys. Thanks for the feedback. I felt inspired and got Part 2 cranked out. The next two parts will probably be a little more spaced. As always, feedback is appreciated. Enjoy.
Part 2:
Emma was frozen in disbelief. All the phrases for what had just happened ran through her mind. She wet herself. She peed in her pants. She had an accident.
She had an accident. That was the phrase that hit Emma the hardest. Emma was an only child, one who had not wet her pants since she was in pullups. She was in regular underwear by the time she was 3. Nobody had used the phrase “had an accident” in her house for as long as she could remember, but now this phrase precisely described what had just happened to the 21-year-old college junior sitting in the parking lot of a 24-hour pharmacy.
Emma realized she needed to do something about her pee-soaked clothes. She wasn’t sure what the damage to her seat was, but she knew she wanted to minimize it. Emma looked around to make sure the parking lot was clear, then slowly opened her door and stepped out of her car. Emma did not see a stain when she looked down to her dark gray cloth seats and confirmed her seat’s safety with the back of her hand. With her seat pee-free, Emma turned her attention to herself. She had not peed completely, not even close, but her bladder seemed to be under control now. With her nerves back in check, her bladder returned to business as usual.
Emma needed to change back into her work uniform. This had always been the plan, otherwise Sarah would question why she had switched back to her scrubs after work. She got into the backseat this time, hoping she had enough room to avoid sitting until she had her wet clothes off. When Emma pulled down her pants, she could not help but to inspect the damage, following the will of some morbid fascination with the humiliating event. At a glance, her black scrub pants hid her shame. When Emma looked closely, she could see a darker patch an inch wide and three inches long that followed the center seam of her pants. Her panties were a different story. The “sensible”, full cut, blue panties she had chosen to wear this morning took the brunt of her accident. The crotch of her panties prominently displayed the indignity with a dark blue patch whose source was unmistakable. When Emma removed the panties, she saw the wetness had indeed spread to her bottom, but the full cut panties and the durable material of her scrub bottoms had protected her seat. Emma dried herself with the leg of her scrub pants. This act accomplished little but still made Emma fell better hygienically. She donned the black leggings she wore for work, marking the night with another first, as Emma had never gone commando before. She finished by swapping her scrub top for the blue blouse that completed her work uniform. Emma rolled her panties and pants inside her scrub top, hoping to limit the lingering smell of urine. Finally, she was able to hop into the driver’s seat and leave the place that had delivered such a blow to her maturity.
Emma arrived at the apartment she shared with Sarah. She decided to leave the diapers in the car, planning to return for them when Sarah left for work the following day, but her misused scrubs needed to come inside to be washed. Luckily for Emma, Sarah was sitting on the sofa with her back to the door and watching her current Netflix binge show, offering only a brief shout over her shoulder as a means of greeting when she heard the door. Emma returned the greeting, mumbled something about being excited for pjs, and went straight to her room. She placed her scrubs in the hamper, chose her sleepwear for the night, and crossed the hall to the bathroom. In the bathroom, Emma peed, wiped herself down with soap and a washcloth, and changed into her pjs. She returned to her room to unite her work clothes with her scrubs before joining Sarah in the living room to wait for dinner.
***
The next couple days passed without note. Emma and Sarah spent the majority of their time studying, interrupted only by work, snack breaks, bathroom breaks, and sleep. Sarah never noticed Emma’s Wednesday night mishap, and with the evidence cleaned and neatly hung in the closet by Thursday afternoon, Emma saw no way Sarah should ever find out.
Saturday morning found Emma sleeping in until 10:00 am, when she woke up and elected to begin her daily studies from the safety of her bed. Emma felt more confident about her geriatrics final than she had two days prior. Sarah spent Thursday morning helping Emma fill in the blank spots in her notebook, and 24 hours with a completed notebook enabled Emma to start making connections she had missed during the lectures. So it was, with this renewed confidence, that Emma began to rethink her plan for the extra credit.
If I do well on the final exam, I don’t need the extra credit. Why risk any more embarrassment? God knows I had all the experience I could handle Wednesday night. Emma blushed just thinking about it. But I already bought the diapers. I don’t want to waste all that effort. I wish I could be sure that, besides Professor Welsh, nobody would find out if I wore one. As is always the result of her internal struggles, Emma had an idea and the plot moved forward. I could do a test run, here, in the apartment. I haven’t told Sarah that I’m doing the extra credit assignment. If I wear one today and Sarah doesn’t notice, I know I can get away with it during the final when everyone’s attention should be occupied anyway. If Sarah does notice, I’ll tell her my whole plan for the extra credit and then I’ll just forget the whole idea and hope my studying will be enough.
By this point it was after 11:00 am and Emma felt she should get out of bed anyway. After a quick trip to the bathroom, Emma returned to the room to begin her test run, thinking No time like the present. With growing trepidation, Emma moved toward the closet, the home of her diapers since Thursday afternoon. She tore the top of the pack, removed one, and returned the rest to their hiding spot. Emma walked to her bed and sat down, all while staring at the diaper in her hand. She had seen and held an adult diaper before. Professor Welsh shared the “tools of the trade” with her class during a lab/lecture that gave her students the chance to handle and identify various tools spread throughout the room. This was different though, because this diaper was not an abstract idea used to represent the multitude of skills all nurses must have. This diaper was her diaper. She was going to wear it. This diaper was going to be around her waist, between her legs, and under her pants. Emma felt the beginnings of the nervousness she felt at the pharmacy and allowed herself a pat on the back for having already emptied her bladder. She calmed herself with the knowledge that it was just Sarah, and Sarah would never hurt her. With a deep breath, Emma unfolded the diaper, placed it on the bed, removed her pants and panties, and sat down on the diaper. Although Emma had never put a diaper on anyone before, especially not herself, they had reviewed the diapering process in class, and Emma managed with little issue. Once complete, Emma stood up and looked down at herself. She thought she would look childish, but the thick, plain white diaper looked too utilitarian for that. Instead, she felt embarrassed by the implied lack of bladder control. Emma picked up her pajama pants and, figuring the thick material and loose fit would be the best to conceal her underwear, put them on.
Emma walked to her mirror, extremely aware of the soft thickness between her legs. To her horror, she heard a chshh, chshh, chshh sound as she walked. She was worried about people seeing her diaper, but she never thought about people hearing her diaper. Stop psyching yourself out. Nobody listens for other people’s underwear. And, if they did hear the noise, they would not assume it was the sound of a 21-year-old woman wearing a diaper. Emma made it to the mirror. She looked at herself from the front. Her crotch looked thicker. There was no denying that. But, with the loose fit of her pants, she just looked thick all around, not necessarily in the shape of a diaper. Looking from the peripheral, her butt was noticeably bigger, but a look from the rear confirmed that the loose pants portrayed a false sense of uniformity in the thickness. No square diaper butt.
Her confidence semi-renewed, Emma opened her bedroom door, entered the hall, and truly began her experiment. She saw Sarah sitting at the breakfast nook they called their dining room. I can’t do this. She’s going to know. Emma began to return to her room when Sarah said:
“Good morning.”
“Good morning.”
Damn. I can’t just leave now. Emma let out a deep sigh. It will be fine. Sarah has never done anything to hurt your feelings. If she notices, it will just be another great story in your relationship… One preferably not shared with others.
Emma went to the kitchen and removed a bowl and a glass from the cabinets. She filled the glass with orange juice and the bowl with cereal and milk before joining Sarah at the table. As Emma placed her bowl and glass on the table, she remembered the spoon and returned to the kitchen. Finally ready to eat, Emma lowered herself into the chair across from Sarah, keenly aware of the padding between her bottom and the seat. The roommates shared stories from the previous night’s waitressing adventures as they broke their fast. While cleaning up, Sarah said:
“My mind isn’t ready to study yet. Do you want to watch a movie with me before we hit the books?”
Emma, not needing much convincing to shirk studying, agreed. “Definitely.”
They settled on a mindless Will Ferrell comedy. Sometimes the senseless yelling and sex jokes are just the break the mind needs.
About halfway through the movie, Emma began to feel her orange juice make its way to her bladder. She determined she could wait a little longer, at least until a break in the action, and squeezed her legs together to help in the meantime. She was instantly reminded of her choice of underwear this morning. I can’t go to the bathroom in the middle of the movie. I’m going to have to remove the diaper, pee, and put the diaper back on. That will take too long, and Sarah will notice. I will just have to wait until the end of the movie.
So Emma waited. And waited. Luckily the glass of orange juice was the only liquid she drank this morning, and her bladder was filling slowly, so Emma was confident she could wait comfortably until the end of the movie. She was right, until the final scene, when hilarity ensued. On screen, the nonsensical violence and puns were coming in rapid succession, much like the finale of a fireworks display. Emma was laughing. Hard. She could feel the effect her laughter was having on her bladder and tried to sober up, only to hear another joke and have her fit redoubled. She clenched her legs as she felt her bladder press. Pee made its way down her urethra, preparing to spill into her pants. Still laughing, Emma buried her hands into her crotch. Sarah saw the sudden movement out of the corner of her eye and looked at her friend. Quickly understanding the situation, Sarah said, through her own laughter:
“Oh no, Emma! Are you going to pee?! Quick! Get to the bathroom!”
Emma, her face contorted in her fit of laughter, couldn’t respond. Instead, she shushed her friend and gripped her crotch even tighter. The padding of her diaper was limiting the effects of her efforts. Emma knew she could not move without wetting her pants. She sat there, clenching for her life and trying to stop the laughter. Gradually, she came back to reality, ending her fit in a few sputtering chuckles just as the movie ended and Sarah turned off the tv. The pressure in her bladder subsided, and, when her bladder returned to its full but contained state, Emma felt safe enough to remove her hands from her crotch.
“Did you pee?” Sarah asked laughingly.
“It was close, but no.”
“Really? Not even a sprinkle?”
“Nope,” Emma persisted honestly.
“Impressive. Usually if I’m at the crotch-grabbing phase I’m at least going to have to change my panties afterward.”
“TMI, Sarah,” Emma laughed. “I am going to go pee now though.”
Emma got up and passed Sarah to begin her trip to the bathroom. As she passed, Sarah gave her a hard swat on her butt, accentuated by a soft “poof” instead of the usual “smack.”
“I knew it!” Sarah exclaimed.
Emma turned beet red. “It’s not what you think. I’m thinking about doing Welsh’s extra credit, but I was worried, so I decided to do a test run before the final.”
“That is what I thought.”
“Oh… Please don’t make fun of me. I’m really worried about this final, and I really need the extra credit.”
“Emma, I wouldn’t make fun of you, at least not in a mean way. I was actually thinking about doing the extra credit as well.”
“You were?”
“Yep. I haven’t made up my mind yet, but it’s really not a big deal, so it’s almost like free points.”
“But it is a big deal. I have been driving myself crazy over this since Wednesday. How are you so calm about this?”
It was Sarah’s turn to blush. After a pause she said, “Emma, can I tell you a secret?”
“Of course,” Emma responded, sitting next to Sarah on the couch, her bladder forgotten.
“This extra credit assignment wouldn’t be the first time I wore a diaper in front of other people,” Sarah continued, beating around the bush.
Emma thought her friend was making a joke. “Me too. For a while, when I was two, I had to wear a diaper all the time. It was sooo embarrassing.”
“No. What I mean is…” Sarah paused, took a breath then blurted, “I used to wet the bed when I was younger. Like, after most kids stopped.”
“Oh… And, like, you wore… um…”
“I wore pullups at night. Then goodnites when I grew out of pullups.”
“Did anyone know?”
“No. Well my family knew, of course, but I never told any of my friends, and I kept it a secret at sleepovers.”
“Oh, Sarah, that must have been so hard for you.” Emma leaned in to hug her friend. The hug lasted for a minute, and when it broke, the serious atmosphere broke with it.
With the lightened mood, Sarah resumed. “So, you see, wearing a diaper in front of others isn’t a big deal to me. I hid that for over half my life.”
“Over half your life? How old were you the last time you wore a diaper?”
“…Fifteen.”
“Fifteen?! You were really stretching the meaning of ‘younger’.”
“Shut up!” Sarah laughed. “I actually stopped wetting the bed when I was fourteen, but I visited my aunt when I was fifteen, and she made me wear goodnites while I was there just to be safe.”
“Oh, well if you stopped at fourteen then that’s practically normal,” Emma joked.
“Come on. You’ve never wet the bed?”
“Not since I was out of pullups.”
“Me neither.”
Emma snorted. “That’s fair. But no, not since before I could remember.”
“Great. I wet the bed until high school, and you never wet the bed and never tinkled in your panties when you laughed.”
“Don’t be mad at me for my bladder control.”
“Honestly, you’ve never peed in your pants?”
Emma started to say “No,” but then she remembered what happened Wednesday night and stopped.
Sarah pounced on the opportunity. “I knew there was no way. Everybody pees in their pants at some point. Spill. I want all the gory details.”
“Fine. Last Wednesday – “
“’Last Wednesday’?” Sarah interjected. “You’re making fun of me wetting the bed at fourteen when you peed in your pants last Wednesday?!”
“Do you want to hear the story?”
“Okay. I’ll be quiet, but I want my say after your story.”
“So last Wednesday I decided I need the extra credit points, so I went to buy the diapers after work. I was so nervous that I forgot to pee before leaving work, and then I got even more nervous while I was shopping, which made me have to pee even more. I almost wet my pants in the store. I was holding myself at the counter and everything. But I made it out of the store and into my car, thinking I would be fine once I calmed down. Then you called,” Emma stopped and glared at Sarah.
Sarah missed the implication. “Where’s the part where you peed in your pants?”
“When you called… I was already on edge and… it scared me.”
“I made you pee your pants? And you talked to me on the phone while you were peeing?”
“No, it was only for a second. I stopped it before too much came out, then I answered the phone.
“That’s perfect. You peed in your pants while you were buying diapers.”
“I hadn’t failed to miss the irony either.” Emma wiggled and clenched her legs as her bladder reinserted itself into the conversation. “Talking about all this pee reminds me that I need to pee. I’ll be right back.”
Emma walked to the bathroom. Once inside, Emma pulled down her pants and began removing the tapes from the diaper. Counter to her expectations, the tapes did not remove cleanly, instead peeling the plastic off with them. Deciding the diaper was a lost cause, she threw it in the bathroom trash, sat on the toilet, and peed. Emma wiped, flushed, and, after a quick stop at her bedroom to add a pair of purple panties to her ensemble, returned to the living room and Sarah.
“What, no diaper?” Sarah asked as Emma entered the living room.
“No, there was no way to re-tape it once it was off… Is it that noticeable?”
“It was this morning. I knew when you walked by me in the kitchen.”
“Oh no,” Emma despaired.
“Don’t worry, it was the noise that gave it away to me. On the day of the final, try wearing some sort of compression shorts over top of the diaper. That’s what I used to do at sleepovers. It muffled the sound and hid the bulk a little too.”
“So you think I should do it?”
“What can it hurt?”
“My pride.”
“I don’t know why you think you had any to begin with.”
The roommates laughed and then settled down for some studying.
End Part 2.
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Thank you for all the support! I managed to get part 3 together. Enjoy!
A/N: I started writing Emma's thoughts in Italics. I think it makes it a little easier to read, but I'm open to suggestions.
Part 3:
Tuesday morning found Emma and Sarah sharing a breakfast of coffee and buttered toast in the nook adjacent to their kitchen. With both girls having worked the day before, breakfast was a silent affair as the roommates allowed themselves the leisurely wake-up not often afforded to college students.
With the toast gone and the coffee mugs empty, the light breakfast came to an end. As the post-breakfast cleanup process began, Emma, feeling ready to face her day, broke the silence.
“So, we should probably talk about our plans for the next couple days.”
“Yeah, I was thinking that too… I’ve got work this afternoon, and then I’m going to Nicole’s to help her study for her eight o’clock final.” Sarah responded, referring to their mutual classmate.
“Nicole has two finals back-to-back?”
“Yep. She has stats first thing in the morning, with our geriatrics final right after. She really pulled the short straw on the finals schedule.”
“No kidding… Will you be staying at her place then?”
“Probably. Although, I was planning on carpooling with you tomorrow so we only have to take one car to the bar after the exam. Maybe I can swing by tomorrow morning and pick you up? Probably about 9. That’ll leave us time for a quick cram session at the school.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Do you want to review one more time before I have to get ready for work?”
“Please.”
With their plans made, Emma and Sarah set about their studies. At noon Sarah showered and dressed, said her goodbyes, then left for work. Emma believed that the best way to perform well on an exam was to study hard until the last day and then give your mind a break. Following this strategy, she spent the rest of the afternoon watching mindless shows on Netflix. After her break, Emma got ready and left to complete her final shift for the week.
***
Emma was jolted from her sleep by the sound of her alarm clock. She did not usually need an alarm to wake up, but the final customer did not leave until almost 11:00 pm the previous night, which left Emma crawling into bed at 12:30 am. She let her hand fall on the snooze button, silencing the alarm, then stared groggily at the face of the clock, watching as it changed from 8:30 to 8:31. Emma continued this practice, perhaps momentarily drifting back to sleep, until the alarm renewed its endeavors at 8:35. This time she switched off the alarm and rolled out of bed. A quick trek across the hall took Emma to the bathroom, where she used the toilet, brushed her hair and teeth, and completed the other basic morning processes.
Returning to her room, Emma removed her pajamas, inattentively kicking them toward the hamper. She walked to her closet clad only in her beige panties, scooping a bra from her dresser drawer and hooking it in place on the way. Emma found her scrub top and pants where she had hung them last Thursday, when she had washed them after she had… Emma felt a blush rise in her cheeks. Definitely still not over that. But that does remind me, I’ve got an extra credit assignment to complete today. Emma pulled a diaper decisively from the open package. There was no time for her wishy-washy attitude today, and Saturday’s antics had confirmed the completion of the assignment. Emma clinically removed her panties and unfolded the diaper, trying to act as if this was a normal part of her day. She placed the diaper on the bed and diapered herself in the same fashion as before. Her task quickly accomplished, Emma grabbed her scrub bottoms and had one leg in before remembering Sarah’s advice. Letting the pants drop to the floor, she went to her dresser with her bra and diaper on full display, hearing the dreaded chshh accompanying each step. Emma rummaged through her dresser, eventually finding her volleyball shorts. Though they are generally considered outerwear, she figured they would be perfect for the task. Emma pulled the spandex shorts on over her diaper and looked down at herself. Unlike her pajamas, the normally skintight shorts left no doubt as to what was hidden beneath. Crossing the room back to her scrubs, Emma was pleased to notice that the sounds of her underwear were indeed stifled. She finished dressing in her blue scrub top and black scrub pants and checked the time. 8:50, barely enough time to have some toast before heading out. It wasn’t exactly brain food, but it would have to do. Just then, Emma received a text from Sarah.
Sarah: On my way. I’ve got coffee and sandwiches. Meet me outside in five.
Emma: Thanks! Be right out.
Emma grabbed her backpack and walked outside, the thought of a surprise coffee making her forget to be embarrassed about wearing a diaper in public. Sarah pulled into the parking lot and parked sideways across a few spaces, not bothering to shut off her car. Emma ran to the passenger door and got in.
“Thanks so much! I was just about to try to be excited about some dry toast when you texted me,” Emma told her friend as she received her coffee and sandwich.
“No problem. I stopped at the store near the coffee shop anyway.”
“What did you need from the store?”
Sarah offered her a sly smile and replied, “I couldn’t let you be alone.” Sarah slid down the waistband of her scrub bottoms, revealing a mesh-like underwear with the beginnings of a pad showing at the top of the crotch, betraying the underwear’s intended purpose.
“You’re wearing a diaper?!”
“Well a pullup really, but it is for adults.”
“That’s cheating.”
“Hey, I knew I’d be changing in the public bathroom of the coffee shop, so I needed something easy. Besides, I bought the thickest ones I could find.”
“Well, jokes aside, I really do appreciate the support.”
“No problem… You are wearing yours, right?”
Emma patted her crotch, allowing the telltale “poof” to answer Sarah’s question.
“Awesome. Nicole’s going to wear one too. I’ve got one for her in my bag. She’ll change right before our final.”
“You’re the best. I was worried I’d be standing outside Welsh’s office all alone, telling everyone that I’m the only person dumb enough to wear a diaper.”
“Well, there will be at least three of us, but I don’t know if that says more or less about our intelligence.”
The friends laughed, and Sarah began the drive to the school.
***
It was 9:30 by the time Emma and Sarah made it to the small study lounge on the same floor as their classroom. The coffees and sandwiches were gone by then, consumed during the ride to the school. The girls found the study lounge empty when they arrived.
“Wasn’t Nicole supposed to meet us here?” Emma asked.
“Thought so. She must be wrapping up her stats final. We can study while we wait.”
They pulled out their notes and did a brief review of the materials. At 9:45, Nicole still had not shown, and Sarah began to pack up.
“We’d better leave. Welsh locks her door at 10:00, and I have to pee before we start.”
“Yeah, me too,” Emma replied.
They walked to the public bathroom located between the lounge and the classroom in which their final would take place. Emma was able to forget what she was wearing while she was sitting and focused on her studies, but walking immediately reminded her of the padding between her legs. This prompted a horrifying realization. She couldn’t put the diaper on once it was removed. If she took it off now, she wouldn’t get her extra credit.
“Sarah.”
“What?”
“I can’t… take this off,” Emma said, gesturing toward her lower waist.
“Why… Oh. Do you have to pee?”
Emma assessed her bladder. She did not have to pee, but she would be able to, and she always peed before an exam. “Not really have to pee, but the exam is two hours long. What should I do?”
“Get done early.”
“Thanks.”
“I don’t really know, Em. The choices are kind of clear. You can take that off and pee now or hold it and get your extra credit.”
Emma considered this. “I can hold it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’ve got this. I need the extra credit.”
“Okay, well don’t be offended, but I’m still going to pee.” Sarah entered the restroom to do just that. When Sarah was finished, the girls walked together to the classroom, where they waited for Nicole. It was getting close to 10:00 by this point, and there was still no sign of Nicole. At 9:57, just as the two were about to give up on their classmate, Nicole rounded the corner out of breath.
“Nicole! I was getting worried about you,” Sarah greeted.
“I know. That stats final was way harder than I thought.”
“I’ve got your extra credit if you still want it.”
“Thanks, but I don’t think there’s time. I haven’t even peed, but I don’t think I have a choice.”
Nicole was right. The second hand on the clock outside the classroom had just started its final rotation of the nine o’clock hour. The trio entered the classroom and took their seats. Sarah and Emma sat at the same table with one seat between them. Nicole sat directly ahead of Sarah, sharing a table with a male classmate none of them knew.
At precisely 10:00, Professor Welsh shut and locked the door. She walked to her podium and picked up an intimidatingly thick stack of papers. “Thank you for your punctuality. I do not want to waste too much of your time, so I will give some brief instructions while I hand out the exams. Please wait to begin until everyone has received their exam.” She began to make her way around the classroom, placing an exam facedown in front of each student.” You will have fifty multiple choice and four short answer questions. The first thirty-five multiple choice questions are single answer multiple choice. Please choose the best answer. The final fifteen multiple choice questions are multiple-multiples. You must choose all correct answers. There will be no partial credit for incomplete or partially correct answers. The short answer questions should be answered in six to ten sentences each. Exams must be turned in before you leave this classroom. Just raise your hand when you are finished, and I will come to collect your exam. Please ensure you have printed your name and signed the exam before you leave. There will be no returning to the classroom after you have left. I will be here until 12:00. Students who have completed the extra credit can meet me at my office shortly after. Are there any questions?”
By this point in her speech, Professor Welsh had delivered the exams and repositioned herself at the podium. After a quick scan for raised hands, she continued, “Okay, you may begin.”
There was a flurry of papers as a classroom of students simultaneously turned their exams over. Emma quickly skimmed the instructions of the cover page, printed and signed her name at the bottom, turned to the first page, and began her exam. She read the first question and her heart sank. It was complete gibberish. Emma felt like crying. All this hard work and she was stumped on the first question. She reread the question, ready to pick “A” for every answer and hope for the best. To her surprise, on her second look, she found she had misread the question the first time and that she actually knew the answer. Delighted, she continued to the second question, where the answer successfully jumped to her mind before she even read through her options. For the first twenty minutes, Emma worked diligently through the exam. She was able to quickly answer most questions encountered. As she completed the eighteenth question, Emma was distracted by movement out of the corner of her eye. She looked up to see Nicole had her legs crossed and was wiggling the upper leg. She looks like she really needs to pee. Emma’s own bladder panged in sympathy. She nervously thought of the coffee she had before the exam, noticing that it was filling her bladder much faster than she would like. I’ll be fine. I only had one coffee. With this thought, Emma returned her attention to her exam.
Emma did not look up again until she completed the final single answer question. She took a breath. The exam was going much better than she had expected. She looked at the clock. It was 10:45. Okay, not bad. Figure half an hour for the multiple-multiples and ten minutes per short answer, with a little bit of wiggle room. Emma’s short break gave her bladder a chance to make itself known. It was getting uncomfortably full, to the point where Emma would have gone to the bathroom if she had access. She wondered how Nicole was holding up but decided she did not need to see more desperation. Emma squeezed her legs for a little comfort and went back to work.
Twenty minutes later, Emma finished the final multiple-multiple. God, I hate those. Then, looking up at the clock, 11:15, right on schedule. Just then, she heard a gasp ahead of her. She looked up in time to see Nicole thrust a hand into her crotch and strain for a moment. As Emma watched, Nicole removed her hand from her crotch and looked down at her lap, quickly replacing her hand. She must really need to pee to be holding herself in the middle of the classroom. Emma’s own situation was quickly becoming urgent. The coffee seemed to be filling her bladder faster as time went on. Emma was now constantly pressing her legs together. She also occasionally had to fidget, but she tried to keep this to a minimum because she noticed she could her a soft rustle from her diaper from the sudden movements. The best thing to do is focus on the exam. The sooner I get done, the sooner I can focus on my bladder. Emma began the short answer portion of the exam.
Emma moved quickly through the short answers. She paused after completing the third question to look at the time. 11:40. I’ve got this. The only problem was that Emma was now desperate for a bathroom. She knew she could hold on longer, but the pressure in her bladder was growing. She had given up trying to control her fidgeting and had even grasped her crotch a few times to alleviate the pressure. A look at Nicole told Emma she was far worse. Nicole had her free hand in her crotch, her legs crossed over her hand, and she was crouched over in an effort to contain her pee. Nicole completed her final short answer question, flipped through her exam to blindly circle some unanswered questions, then closed her exam. She raised her hand high and even waved it a little to get Professor Welsh’s attention. Professor Welsh saw the hand and made the trip across the classroom.
After a quick review of the exam, Professor Welsh said, “Thank you. You may leave whenever you are ready.”
Nicole quickly stood up from her seat, not even bothering to take her hand from her crotch. She half ran, half hobbled from the classroom, her bursting bladder keeping her from standing fully.
Nicole’s scene did nothing to help Emma’s condition. Emma, or rather Emma’s bladder, decided that her free hand would need to hold her crotch for the rest of the exam. She looked back to her exam to finish her final question. Ten minutes later, she was done. A cursory review of her exam was all Emma’s bladder would allow. At 11:57, Emma raised the hand that was not holding her crotch. At the same time, Sarah raised her hand. Professor Welsh walked to their table, reviewed their exams, and dismissed them.
Emma stood slowly, freezing and crouching halfway up as she felt her pelvic muscles spasm. This was a level of desperation Emma had never felt before. The fullness in her bladder had turned to pain. She could feel how her lower belly was swollen and hard beneath the waistband of her diaper. Her dignity taking a backseat to her desire to keep her pants dry, Emma kept her hand in her crotch as she took slow, mincing steps out of the room. Sarah was waiting for her outside.
“Are you okay?” Sarah asked as Emma approached.
“I can’t hold it, Sarah. I’m going to pee in my pants.”
“I know how desperate you are. I’m dying to go and I got to pee before the exam. Just a quick stop at Welsh’s office, then we’ll get you to a toilet. I’ll carry you if I have to.”
“Okay.” Emma took a deep breath. “You’re right. I can do this.”
But as they started the short journey to Professor Welsh’s office, Emma knew she did not have a chance. She was having flashbacks to leg day during volleyball season. At the end of a hard session, her legs would have a rubbery, almost numb feeling to them. For the following 24 hours, just the act of standing was a struggle. This was the same feeling she had presently, only now it was her pelvic muscles instead of her legs. Sarah and Emma made it to Professor Welsh’s office, where Emma took up a pee dance along with both hands between her legs in a vein attempt to stay dry. Sarah even fell into a modest dance of her own. The duo were the first to arrive at Professor Welsh’s office, but a few other students arrived as the clock approached noon. Emma blushed as her dance persisted despite the new arrivals, but her only other choice was to let it go.
A couple minutes after noon, the hall flooded with students as all ten o’clock finals ended. Through the crowd, Emma saw Professor Welsh at the door to the classroom, waiting as the students filed out, planning to lock the door when the room was empty.
Emma had another flashback to leg day. She was working on her sixth set of squats. She was feeling the fatigued numbness in her legs as she began the set. Now, on the way up from her fourth squat, her weary legs momentarily gave. Emma caught herself, and finished the rep.
Emma waited anxiously for Professor Welsh to lock the classroom and make her way down the hall. Suddenly, she lost feeling in her lower muscles. Before she could register what happened, she heard a brief hiss and felt a slight vibration through her diaper. Emma’s muscles clamped shut again, regaining control. Did I… I think I just peed a little. The thick diaper had quickly absorbed the leak, so Emma did not feel any wetness to help identify her accident, but she knew she had lost control for a second.
Professor Welsh walked into the entryway of the classroom and made sure it was empty. She then shut the door and put her key in the lock.
Leg day: She didn’t know how, but she had pushed through five more reps. Her legs spasmed several times on the way, but she had done it. At the top of the ninth rep, Emma knew her legs were finished, but she was so close to completing the set. She was going to finish this set. Just one more rep. On her way down, she lost nearly all feeling in her legs. At the bottom, she rested, as much as one can rest at the bottom of a squat, and then rallied her muscles for one final push. She made it about two inches, and she knew her legs were giving for the final time. She slammed the squat bar in its lock just before she collapsed to the mat.
Emma saw Professor Welsh locking the door. Just hold on a little longer. She felt that brief lapse of control again. The vibration was accompanied by a spot of wet warmth that pressed against her skin. Once again, her muscles regained control. Her brain was sending the signal to all muscles to clench, but exhaustion was causing lapses in her control.
Professor Welsh turned to walk down the hall.
Emma lost control again before clamping down. I don’t know if I can keep this up. The lapses came in quick succession, letting out short, hard sprays into her diaper. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Emma was doing everything she could to regain control, but she still felt the warmth begin to spread across her crotch. No. I can’t… can’t… just stand here and wet myself. Her body disagreed, but Emma continued fighting. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.
Professor Welsh was approaching the group.
It was too much. Emma let out another spurt, found control a final time, then lost it for good. Her drained muscles gave out, releasing the pent-up contents of her bladder. While the spurts were small enough for the diaper to absorb the moment they escaped Emma's tortured muscles, the strong, steady stream now pouring from Emma was too much for the diaper to absorb immediately. Emma felt a small pool form between her legs. At the same time, the design of her diaper began to distribute the urine. She felt warmth simultaneously creep up her bottom and toward her front. Emma, no longer concerned with staying dry, had the new worry of overflowing her diaper, but she had used all her strength to hold everything up to this point. She could only hope and pee.
Professor Welsh had arrived. “Thank you for waiting. I’m just going to lock these tests away, then I will bring you in one-by-one.” She unlocked her office and entered, closing the door behind her.
Emma peed through Professor Welsh’s greeting. The padding around her front and bottom was soaked despite her standing position, and the diaper was beginning to sag between her legs, but she could feel her bladder reaching empty, and the puddle the diaper held against her was shrinking for the first time since she lost all control. Emma was about to remove her hands from her crotch, thinking there was no reason for them to be there now, but then she thought it might look suspicious to her classmates if she was desperate to pee one second, and fine the next. She resolved to act desperate for now. A few seconds later, her bladder was empty. Emma was afraid to look down, but she rubbed her thighs together and did not feel any wetness.
Professor Welsh opened her door. “I am ready for the first student.”
“Go ahead, Em,” Sarah whispered. “Make a dash to the bathroom as soon as you’re out. I’ll catch up.”
Too late, thought Emma. She entered the office and Professor Welsh closed the door behind her.
“Hi, Emma,” Professor Welsh said with a smile. “I wasn’t surprised to see you outside my door. You’ve always been enthusiastic about these assignments.”
Emma offered a smile and a weak “Yeah” in return.
“Okay, I just need you to drop your pants and you can be off to your vacation.”
Emma froze. She was hoping she wouldn’t have to take her pants all the way off. “Can’t I just show you the waistband?”
“I know it’s a little uncomfortable, but I make all students do this for extra credit.”
Emma contemplated just walking out. No. Not after all I’ve done. I bought the diapers. I wore the diapers. I PEED in the diapers. Dammit, I’m getting my extra credit. And she dropped her pants, undershorts and all, then stared ahead, refusing to look down at her swollen diaper.
“Thank y-… Oh my.” Professor Welsh blushed deeper than Emma. “I think… I think that will do. Thank you, Emma.”
Emma pulled up her pants and left the room. She remembered to return her hand to her crotch on the way out. She trusted Professor Welsh not to share the news of her accident, but she really did not need her classmates knowing she had peed in front of them. The diaper squished beneath her hand and between her legs as she walked to the bathroom. She pushed the door and almost ran face-first into it when it did not budge. Then she saw the sign. “Closed for cleaning.” Just as Emma turned around, Sarah exited Professor Welsh’s office, holding her crotch and doing the same dance Emma was pretending to do.
“I’m glad I got the extra credit, but I reeeally need to pee now,” Sarah said as she approached.
“This one’s closed.”
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
“No, but I think there’s a handicap one on the other side of this floor.”
“Let’s hurry, or I’m going to be glad I wore this diaper for another reason.”
They took off in search of another bathroom, both girls with hands between their legs, one to maintain appearances, and one to maintain dryness. It did not take long for the friends to reach the handicap bathroom. Sarah reached it first and opened the door to reveal a single use bathroom.
“Crap.” Sarah gripped herself tighter, thought for a moment, then said, “Emma, you go first. I know you’ve been holding it longer.”
“No, you go ahead.” Emma did not want to explain her situation in the hallway.
“Em, you need to hurry or I’m not going to be able to hold it.”
“Seriously, you go first.”
“No, y-…” Sarah was cut off when Emma grabbed her arm, pulling both of them into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind them.
“What are you –“
“I peed my pants already,” Emma explained. “I don’t need the toilet anymore. Just pee before you wet your pants too.”
“You… What… Never mind.” Sarah yanked down her pants and pullup in one go and sat on the toilet. Not even a moment after her butt met the seat, a hard stream of pee hit the water below, which Sarah chose to harmonize with a long “aaaaah.”
End of part 3 |
Good morning, guys. I just wanted to start off by saying thanks for all the support. It might sound corny, but it means a lot to a first-time writer. That being said, I've got good news (i think it's good, anyway) and I've got bad new. The good news is that I started writing what I originally planned to be the final part, and it ending up being twice as long as the other parts. I decided to split the final part, so this story will now have five parts! The bad news is the fourth part ended up with a little less "action" than I planned. There should still be enough to keep everyone happy :). Enjoy!
Part 4:
Sarah’s stream finally came to an end nearly half a minute later.
“I have never had to pee so bad in my life,” Sarah said as she finished emptying her bladder and wiped herself clean.
“Yeah, me neither,” Emma sulked in reply.
“Well,” Sarah said while inspecting her pullup, “if it makes you feel any better, I definitely lost a squirt when you pulled me into the bathroom.” Apparently deciding the damage was minimal, Sarah pulled her underwear up, followed by her scrub bottoms.
Emma watched Sarah finish dressing, trying to ignore the soggy padding between her own legs. “I really need to change. Can you take me home?”
“I can, but there’s no cover charge at the bar before 2:00. If we go home now, we’ll probably miss it. Are you able to clean up here?”
Emma thought about this. “I mean, I guess I could. I did wear my volleyball shorts, so I can just use those as underwear. Can you soap up some paper towels while I get this thing off?”
“Sure.”
Emma had undressed in front of Sarah before. Being roommates for three years allowed a certain level of comfortableness to grow between the girls. Emma pulled down her scrub bottoms. Beneath her shorts, the diaper had swollen with the contents of her bladder. Emma pulled down her shorts and got her first look at the results of her accident. The first thing she noticed was yellow. The diaper she put on this morning had been a plain, functional white, but the diaper she stared at now was colored pale yellow throughout. The discolored crotch of the garment hung heavy with pee, and Emma could see how the urine had spread up the front of the diaper, soaking the padding to the top.
Sarah finished preparing the paper towels, turned off the tap, turned around, and took in the sight of her best friend standing in a soaked diaper. She couldn’t help but giggle.
“I’m sorry, but geez, you really didn’t save anything for the toilet, huh?”
“It was your fault. If you hadn’t bought me a coffee, I wouldn’t have had to pee so badly.” Emma angrily tore at the tapes of her diaper. She removed one tape on each side of the diaper and immediately felt it shift.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t poke fun. It’s okay, Em, these things happen sometimes. Trust me, I should know.” Seeing Emma struggle with the tapes, Sarah asked, “Do you need help?”
Emma wanted to refuse, but she could not see how to remove the tapes without letting the diaper spill into her crumpled pants below her. She had been able to remove Saturday’s experimental diaper without an issue, but the current pee-laden diaper was much heavier.
“I guess…”
“What should I do?”
“Can you, like, hold it so it doesn’t fall?”
“Uh… yeah.” Sarah walked closer to Emma. “Where should I, um, put my hands?”
“Underneath, I guess. I don’t really see how else to do it.”
“Okay, but you better have no doubts about who your best friend is after this.”
Sarah slowly moved her hands between Emma’s legs. She placed one hand on Emma’s rear, in line with the crease of her butt. The other hand Sarah placed on the front of Emma’s crotch. Although she did not have sexual feelings for other girls, Emma still felt her skin tingle at touch in her sensitive areas.
“Okay, I’m ready,” Sarah said once her hands were in place.
Emma tore the remaining tapes from the front of the diaper. Sarah’s hands fell slightly as the diaper lost the support of Emma’s waist, but she steadied her hold and then drew the diaper from between Emma’s legs. Sarah took the diaper to the large trashcan in the corner of the bathroom and dropped it in, not bothering to ball it. She then grabbed the soapy paper towel from the sink and returned to Emma. Emma wiped herself clean, dried with a second paper towel provided by Sarah, then pulled her shorts up. The instant her shorts were up, Emma felt a cool wetness on the inside of her thighs, and she took her shorts back down.
Seeing this, Sarah asked, “What’s wrong?”
“I think the diaper leaked a little.” A quick inspection confirmed her suspicions. There was a small wet patch down each leg of the shorts. “I can’t wear these. I’m sorry, Sarah, but we’ll have to go home. I can’t go all night without underwear.”
“Did your pants get wet?”
Emma felt the crotch and legs of her pants. “No, it looks like they were loose enough to stay clear.”
“In that case, I might have a spare pair of underwear that you can wear.”
“You do?”
“Sort of… Nicole didn’t do her extra credit.”
***
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”
The girls sat in the front seats of Sarah’s car. They had left the school ten minutes before and were just pulling into the parking lot of the local college bar.
“I don’t know what you’re so worried about.”
“I just finished changing the diaper I peed in this morning. I peed so much that I peed through the diaper and into my only pair of underwear. Now, instead of going home, you have me in yet another diaper that –“
“It’s a pullup.”
“Whatever. Now I’m supposed to wear this pullup to a bar where half our class will be.”
“Emma, relax. It’s a pullup, not a diaper. Nobody could tell you were wearing a diaper under your scrubs this morning, so they definitely won’t know about the pullup. It goes up and down, so, if you don’t pee in them, you can just pretend they’re normal underwear.”
“Sarah,” Emma growled.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Last joke for the night. I promise I won’t bring it up while we’re out… Besides, I’m still wearing mine too. You won’t be alone. We’ll get a few drinks in you, and you’ll forget all about it.”
Emma sighed. “Okay, let’s go.”
They got out of the car and walked into the bar. The security guard checked and scanned their IDs before letting them through. The bar was just one large room, plus a set of bathrooms in the corner. During the summer, the establishment acted as a normal bar, but they catered to the college students during the rest of the year, creating more of a club atmosphere. In reality, the owners just hired a DJ and dimmed the lights, but the students seemed to be fooled, especially with the aid of copious amounts of alcohol. Emma and Sarah crossed the wooden dance floor to reach the bar.
“What can I get you?” The bartender asked as the girls approached.
“Two shots of vodka, and two Woo-woos, please,” Sarah answered expertly.
“Sure thing.”
“Sarah, I don’t want to drink too fast,” Emma told her friend.
“It’ll be alright. This shot is just to get us started.”
The bartender had poured the two shots by this point. Sarah picked both up and handed one to Emma.
“To making it through finals. Just one year to go!”
They “clinked” the plastic cups and downed the shots. When the bartender returned with the remaining drinks, Sarah handed him her credit card.
“Do you want to start a tab?”
“Yes, please,” she answered, then turned to Emma. “We’ll work out the bill tomorrow.”
“Sounds good.”
The girls walked to the far side of the room where a small grouping of tables and chairs were located.
“What is a Woo-woo, anyway?” Emma asked as they sat down.
“It’s like a vodka-cranberry, except its one of those mysterious drinks that uses extra liquor to hide the alcohol flavor. Try it.”
Emma took a taste, and found it tasted like a homemade fruit punch. “This is great!”
“I told you you’d like it.”
“Is Nicole still coming? I know it’s still early, but I figured she wouldn’t be too far behind us,” Emma asked.
“I think so.” Sarah scanned the small crowd of students that had formed already. It was a tradition at their university for the students to go straight to this bar, scrubs and all, on their last day of finals. Sarah saw ten or fifteen of their scrub-clad classmates, but none that looked like Nicole. “Yeah, I don’t see her. I wonder where Nicole is.”
“You must be blind. I’m right here.”
Emma and Sarah turned to see Nicole approaching from the bar, carrying a drink of her own.
“You made it!” Sarah exclaimed. “This calls for another shot!”
Nicole smiled, placed her drink on the table, and said, “Way ahead of you.” She returned to the bar and came back with three small cups.
The trio raised their cups in a toast, then downed the drinks simultaneously. Emma was beginning to feel the warm flush of alcohol, and decided she was going to milk her drink for a while. She also noticed that, counter to tradition, Nicole was dressed in a tight pink shirt and skinny jeans.
“Hey, why aren’t you wearing your scrubs?” Emma asked.
Nicole blushed and shushed Emma. She then leaned over the table and said, “You guys can’t tell anyone, okay?”
The other two nodded in agreement.
“I peed in them.”
“What!” both Emma and Sarah exclaimed.
“Shhh… I didn’t get the chance to pee before Welsh’s final. I had to go so bad I was wriggling and holding myself. I thought I could hold it until the end of the exam, but then I peed a little on accident. I knew I couldn’t wait, so I quickly finished the essay questions and guessed on a few multiple choice questions. I raised my hand to turn in the exam, and as I waited for Welsh to take it, I thought I was going to completely pee my pants in front of the whole class, but I held it, and she let me go. I made it out of the classroom, and that's when I started to pee. I just had no control. By the time I got into the bathroom, it was already down my legs, and I just gave up. I stood in the middle of the bathroom and just peed through my pants. It was embarrassing, but it felt so good to let go. When I was done, I just stood in the middle of my puddle. I didn’t know what to do. Then Professor Watts, my stats professor, walked in and saw me. She told me to go get cleaned up, and she would call a janitor. So I just ran out and went straight home,” Nicole finished, face blushing, and buried her hands in her face.
Sarah laughed. “So it’s your fault.”
Nicole looked up. “What is?”
“I had to pee after the final too. When we got to the bathroom, it was closed for cleaning. Your puddle almost made me pee in my pants too.”
Nicole just stared at Sarah for a moment, then all three girls broke into laughter.
***
The afternoon wore on, and the three classmates continued to chat, gossip, and drink. After another two drinks apiece, Sarah broke the conversation.
“I don’t know about you guys, but I think I’m going to have to break the seal.”
“I was about to say the same thing,” Emma replied.
Nicole agreed with a, “Me too.”
The girls stood up and crossed the large room the corner containing the bathrooms. Still being early, only about 3:30, they happily found no line for the three-stall bathroom and each entered a stall. Emma pulled down her pants and reached for her panties, only to realize she wasn’t wearing panties. Sarah was right. I forgot all about the pullup. She pulled the pullup down and sat on the toilet. As she started to pee, Emma looked down at the padded garment around her knees. She was surprised to find that, in contrast to her earlier diaper, the pullup did make her feel childish. The underwear screamed “Just in case”, as if making it to the toilet was not the norm for her. It isn’t today. You were 50/50 before this pee. Emma shook the thoughts from her head, wiped, redressed, and met the others at the sinks.
Bladders empty, the group returned to their table, stopping at the bar first to grab another round. They continued drinking and talking for another couple hours. Having broken the seal, a bathroom break was necessary every forty-five minutes or so. The bar continued to fill up as afternoon turned to evening, and at 6:00, the lights dimmed, and the first DJ started up.
“Do you guys want to dance?” Emma asked.
“Sure, but I think I want one more drink first,” Sarah answered.
Emma felt like she needed a break from drinking. She already had seven drinks over the last four hours. “I think I’ll pass on the drink for now.”
“I’m still going for it. Are you coming, Nicole?”
“Yep.”
“We’ll catch up with you in a minute, okay, Em?”
“That’s fine. I’ll be on the floor.”
Emma made her way to the floor and fought her way into the middle of the crowd. Emma loved dancing, but she really didn’t know what she was doing and didn’t want to look like an idiot dancing alone on the outside of the floor. The DJ was good, and Emma quickly lost herself in the music. Halfway through the first song, a guy started to dance with her. Emma enjoyed having a dance partner and the closeness that came with it. She even allowed him to get a little handsy after a couple songs. He worked his hands down to her waist, where he held them for a moment before sliding them over her hips. Finally, the guy, acting as if he was being subtle, moved his hands around Emma to grab her butt. Emma didn’t panic until she realized there was something between his hand and her butt, then she remembered her pullup. She stepped back, and the guy let his hands drop. Looking at him, Emma calmed down as she realized he hadn’t noticed anything odd. Emma decided it was a good time to lose her dance partner anyway.
“I’ve got to go find my friend. It was nice dancing with you.”
He returned the sentiment and walked away, seemingly unhurt by the abrupt end.
Luckily, Emma had no trouble finding Sarah, as Sarah was just making her way to the floor.
“Took you long enough.”
“Yeah, we might have had another shot along with that drink.”
Emma detected a slight slur in Sarah’s speech. “Still feeling okay?”
“Yep! I’m having a great time! Do you want to dance?”
“Sure!”
Emma and Sarah often danced together when they went out, especially when they were not out to meet guys. Tonight, the roommates were just out to celebrate the end of the semester together. Nicole seemed to have other plans. Having followed Sarah to the dance floor, Nicole quickly found her own dance partner, a tall guy wearing a blue t-shirt and khaki shorts.
Sarah and Emma continued to dance. The growing and moving crowd caused the couple to lose sight of Nicole, but they figured they would catch up with her later. Emma let herself get lost in the music again, moving her body with the beat. Five songs later, Emma was brought back to reality when she was bumped in the abdomen, bringing her focus to her bladder for the first time in over an hour. She wasn’t desperate, but her bladder was certainly pressing for release.
“I really have to pee,” Emma yelled to Sarah over the music.
“Oh. Me too. Quick, let’s go.”
It took them a couple minutes to work their way off the dance floor, but they were eventually free to finish their trip to the bathroom. Once there, Emma was disappointed to see a line inside the bathroom. Emma took her spot in line, with Sarah behind her. It looked like the line was caused by a lack of stalls. One stall had an open door, and Emma could see a girl was kneeling in front of the toilet, with her friend standing next to her, holding her hair back. I can’t believe how drunk everyone is, and it’s not even 8:00. In another stall, this one with a closed door, another girl was having a very noisy bowel movement, exacerbating the shortage of stalls. Emma wasn’t worried. She wasn’t having an emergency yet, and there were only three people in front of her. Emma noticed the girl directly ahead of her was wearing scrubs, indicating she was one of their classmates. She also observed that the girl was desperate to pee. She was holding her crotch and bobbing up and down. I know how you feel.
Emma turned to talk to Sarah. “It looks like everyone is really looking to be trashed by the end of the night.”
“That’s the general idea. I’m well on my way. I’ve had,” she counted mentally, “eleven drinks already.”
“Eleven! Do you think you should slow down?”
“Na. I’ll be fine. Besides, you’ll drag me home and throw me in bed, right?”
Emma laughed. “I guess I can do that.”
Emma was almost to the front of the line now. It was just her desperate classmate, then her. Out of boredom and curiosity, Emma looked to see how her classmate was fairing. To her surprise, she seemed to be doing fine. In fact, she looked like she didn’t even have to pee. She was standing still, almost nonchalantly, and she no longer had her hand between her legs. That’s strange.
The stall door opened, one obviously intoxicated girl left, and Emma’s not-so-desperate classmate entered. Emma waited. A couple minutes later, the girl was still in the stall, and Emma hadn’t even heard a trickle of pee. I really hope she’s not here to poop. I really have to pee now. The abundant amounts of liquids Emma had consumed throughout the night were filling her bladder more quickly as the night continued. Now, Emma was discreetly pressing her thighs together as she waited.
A minute later the toilet flushed, and Emma’s classmate left the stall. Emma rushed in, pulled down her pants and pullup, and started peeing. As she peed, Emma let her eyes wander the stall, taking in the graffiti left by former occupants. In time, her eyes landed on the sanitary can in the stall. Emma saw it was overflowing, and holding the lid open was a large, yellowed pullup. That girl must have done the extra credit too! And she wet herself right in front of me without me noticing! Emma heard a knock at the door.
“Emma, hurry up. I’m about to pee my pants,” Sarah shouted, her sense of embarrassment inhibited by alcohol.
Emma wiped, flushed, and pulled up her pants. She opened the door to see Sarah holding her crotch and bouncing up and down. Sarah ran past Emma and slammed the door. Emma heard pee splashing into the toilet two seconds later. She laughed to herself and washed her hands at the sink, then waited for Sarah outside the bathroom.
When Sarah came out, Emma asked, “Did you make it?”
“Yep. All dry.” Sarah smiled. “Do I get a treat?”
“How about another drink?”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
***
End of Part 4
Again, sorry for the short part, but I wanted to get something up here. I've got 85% of the final part ready to go, so it shouldn't be too long. |
I was excited to post the ending to this story, so I managed to get everything wrapped up. I hope you enjoy, and thank you for reading.
A/N: It's probably implied, but just to be on the safe side, none of the jokes listed in this chapter are original.
Part 5:
The night continued in the same manner. Emma and Sarah spent some time drinking and talking before returning to the dance floor, taking a quick pee break in between. When they were done dancing, they used the bathrooms again, ordered another round of drinks, then sat down for a break. By 10:00, both girls were at the perfect level of drunk. Spirits were high, everything was funny, and they both swayed with the music as they sat and talked.
Nicole found them shortly after 10:00. She had clearly spent her time away from them drinking as much as possible.
“Hi guys!” Nicole shouted.
“Hey, Nicole,” Sarah replied, “How’s it going?”
“Great. I met a guy named Brad. He’s buying us all some shots,” Nicole responded in short, slurred sentences.
Nicole took her seat at their table, and the guy Emma had seen with Nicole earlier arrived with a tray of drinks.
“I always believed that the best way to introduce yourself is with a drink offer. My name's Brad, and I figured three shots for everyone would get this party going,” Brad said as he joined the table.
“Thanks so much! I’m Emma.”
“Yes, thank you! I’m Sarah. Nice to meet you.”
They each drank a shot. The conversation flowed easily. They each took a second shot, then Nicole stood up.
“Brad and I are going to head out for the night.”
“Okay. You guys have a ride?” Sarah asked.
“Yes. Brad’s friend is going to pick us up.”
“Sounds good. Be safe. We’ll catch up with you tomorrow.”
“It was nice meeting you guys. Feel free to finish these up,” Brad said, referring to the remaining shots.
“Thanks! It was nice meeting you too.”
Nicole and Brad made their exit, and Sarah turned to Emma.
“He seems nice, and he left all these shots.”
“I’m not sure I need any more.”
“Come on, do at least one more with me.”
“Fine.”
The roommates took another shot. They had been drinking for over nine hours by then, and both were heavily intoxicated. Sarah, having had more drinks, seemed to be sneaking past happy-drunk and straight into blindingly drunk. Despite this, the girls managed to strike up another conversation. Their conversation carried on until Sarah suddenly burst into laughter.
“What is it, Sarah?” Emma asked.
After a moment, Sarah responded through her laughter, “I might just be drunk, but that sign is hilarious.” She pointed above the bar.
Emma turned to see a sign that said “Liquor, because no good story ever started with a salad.” Emma normally would have only chuckled at this, but Sarah’s laughter was infectious. She laughed, then said, “Sarah, that’s not even a good pun.”
“Do you know a better one?”
“Sure.” Emma thought for a moment. “Why did the mushroom get invited to the party?”
“Why?”
“Because he’s a fungi.” The girls broke into another fit of laughter. Emma’s laughter caused her bladder to press. Oh, I should really go to the bathroom soon. She was about to say so, when Sarah asked:
“What do you call an alligator wearing a vest?”
“What?”
“An investigator.”
Another laughing fit broke out. Emma was really feeling the pressure in her bladder. She pressed her legs together. Not to be outdone, she thought, One more joke, then we’ll go pee. “What did one horse say to the other horse?”
“What?”
“Why the long face?”
The girls lost it. They went from the normal deep, loud laughter to the soundless, gut wrenching laughter people have when all control is lost. Emma’s bladder threatened to release if she did not control her laughter. She grabbed her crotch for support, but she could not stop laughing.
“Sarah, I have to – “ but looking up, she saw Sarah was also having her own fit, and Emma’s laughter came back in full. It was too much for her muscles. She felt a spurt slip past her control, forced out by her contracting abdominal muscles. “Sarah –“.
Somehow, through her own laughter, Sarah cut Emma off. “What do you call a potato with a penis?”
“No, Sarah, I really can’t –“
“What do you call a potato with a penis?”
Emma relented. “What?”
“A dictator!”
That was it. Emma wasn’t sure if the laughter was too much for her bladder, or if she simply gave up. All she knew was she was laughing harder than she ever had in her life, and she was releasing a steady stream of pee at the same time. Her crotch filled with warmth, which quickly spread to her bottom. Beneath the hand that was gripping her crotch, she could feel as her stream hit the padding and absorbed into the material, making the pullup squishy beneath her hand. Emma, still laughing, kept peeing until there was no pee left in her body. Both girls continued laughing for another minute before they regained control. It wasn’t until the fit was over that Emma was able to comprehend her situation. I just wet myself. Again. I have to go home… But I can’t leave Sarah here alone.
“Sarah, I think it’s time we went home.”
“Yeah, I think so too.” Then, struck by a thought, Sarah said, “But we have to finish these shots first.”
“No, Sarah, I don’t really want to. I think I’ve had enough.”
“Suit yourself.” Before Emma could say anything, Sarah knocked back both drinks. “Okay, we can go now.”
The girls got up and began to make their way to the exit. Emma stole a glance at the bathrooms as she considered ditching the soaked pullup for the walk home. She saw a line of girls waiting outside. That, plus Sarah’s apparent lack of interest in the bathrooms, made up Emma’s mind. She would have to wait until she got home to remedy her situation.
Emma and Sarah made it out of the bar. Sarah clicked her key fab to make her car honk, ensuring it was locked. The bar heavily discouraged drinking and driving and allowed its patrons to leave their cars in the parking lot overnight. Emma and Sarah had planned to do just that and walk home, seeing as their apartment was only a ten-minute walk from the bar. However, Sarah threw a wrench in this plan. The moment they stepped outside, Sarah was hit in full force by all the alcohol she had consumed throughout the night. She fell into a staggering walk that was so bad that Emma had to wrap an arm around her waist for support. They went about their journey in this way. They made little progress, and after ten minutes, they weren’t even half way home. Suddenly, Sarah stopped.
“Emma, I have to pee,” she blurted drunkenly.
“Okay. We’ll be home soon.” This answer seemed to temporarily please Sarah, but five minutes later she stopped again.
“I reaaaallly have to pee.”
“Well we’re almost home. Just keep walking and you can pee when we get there.”
“I’m want to pee now.”
“Sarah, there’s nowhere to pee here. Let’s just get home.”
“I’ll just go in my pants.”
Emma considered letting this happen. At least I wouldn’t be the only one then. Then she realized that Sarah was in no condition to clean herself up, and that responsibility would fall on her.
“Please don’t pee in your pants.”
“It’s fine. I’m still wearing the pullup.”
“You can’t pee in your pullup on purpose.”
“Yes I can. When I visited my aunt when I was fifteen and she made me wear goodnites, I woke up having to pee one night. I didn’t want to get out of bed, and, since I was wearing a goodnite, I just peed in my bed and went back to sleep. Everyone just thought I had an accident.”
Emma stored this information for future teasing. For now, she said, “Okay, but I’m the one who is helping you get home and get to bed. I’d really like to not have to deal with your wet pullup.”
This seemed to get through Sarah’s alcohol-burdened mind. “I’ll try to hold it, but we have to hurry.”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to do.”
Five minutes later they were standing outside their apartment. Sarah was using one hand to support herself, and the other to hold her crotch. Emma was unlocking the door.
“I have to pee.”
“I know, Sarah. Just hold it for one more minute.”
Emma got the door open and helped Sarah straight to the bathroom. Sarah stood in front of the toilet as Emma pulled down her pants and pullup. Sarah started peeing the instant she sat down.
“Sarah, I’m going to get you something to sleep in. I’ll be right back.”
“I just need a shirt. I usually sleep in my underwear.”
“Okay.”
Emma walked to Sarah’s room, turned on the light, and found the dresser. She opened a few drawers until she found some shirts that looked like they could be sleep shirts. Emma grabbed the top one, turned off the light, and returned to the bathroom. Sarah was sitting on the toilet, supposedly done peeing, but she had not accomplished anything in the way of getting ready for bed. In fact, she seemed to be falling asleep on the toilet. I guess we’re going full babysitter mode now.
“Sarah let’s take off your scrub top.” Sarah cooperatively moved her arms as Emma lifted the top over her head. Emma rolled the sleep shirt and then pulled it down over Sarah. Next, Emma squatted down to take off Sarah’s shoes. As she squatted, Emma felt her wet pullup shift, reminding her that she had to take care of herself yet before she could go to bed. She removed Sarah’s shoes, followed by her pants, and then helped her stand up. Deciding a dry pullup was as good as any underwear, Emma pulled Sarah’s pullup into place between her legs. She determined that Sarah would survive without brushing her teeth for one night.
“Okay, Sarah, we’re going to go to bed now.” Sarah silently followed Emma to her bed, wearing only a pullup and a t-shirt which did nothing to cover the pullup. Emma pulled back the covers, helped Sarah into bed, and covered her.
“Thanks for a good night, Sarah. I’ll see you in the morning.” Sarah was already asleep.
Emma crossed the hall to her room. From her dresser, she pulled a purple sleep shirt, a pair of red granny-panties, and a pair of formfitting yet comfortable grey sweatpants. She took this to the bathroom to ready herself for bed. Emma’s first concern was the pullup. She pulled down her pants and revealed her shame. To tired and drunk to be embarrassed, Emma let the stained, swollen garment drop to the floor with a wet “plop”. She picked it up and deposited it in the bathroom trashcan. Then, using soap and a washcloth, Emma cleaned herself, drying with a towel. Emma removed her scrub top and bra, then redressed in the clothes she pulled from her dresser. She brushed her teeth, scooped up her clothes, and walked to her room. She left the clothes in a pile on the floor and crawled into bed. A look at the clock told her it was past 12:30. Emma turned out her light, rolled over, and fell into a deep, alcohol-assisted sleep.
***
The first thing Emma noticed when she woke up was that she felt awful. Her mouth was dry, her head hurt, and she felt like she hadn’t slept at all. Emma looked at the clock. Almost 11:00. I got ten hours of sleep. I don’t know why I feel like I need more. The next thing Emma noticed was that her bladder was full. She wasn’t desperate, but she could feel she was due for a long pee. Not feeling like getting up yet, Emma picked up her phone. She started mindlessly scrolling through social media sites. About ten minutes later, Emma’s bladder would wait no longer. She reluctantly got out of bed and crossed the hall to the bathroom. Emma pulled down her sweatpants and panties, sat on the toilet, and released her bladder. She felt immediate relief as her overworked bladder emptied of all the liquid it collected while she had slept.
Emma woke with a start, with her phone on her chest, open to Facebook. When did I get back in bed? Emma started to sit up, and that’s when she noticed a dampness around her hips. No! I didn’t… Emma reached a hand under the covers and touched her crotch. Her hand was met by the soaking, slightly warm, material of her sweatpants. She flung the blankets off of her. Everything was drenched. Looking down at herself, Emma could see a large stain on her sweatpants that centered on her crotch and worked around her upper thighs and groin area. On the bed beneath her, Emma saw the sheets were soaked from just above her butt all the way down to her knees. She jumped out of bed and started stripping the bedding, her wet clothes clinging to her in the process. Emma dumped the small collection of dirty clothes from her hamper to make room for her bedding, then she filled it with the ball of soiled sheets and blankets. Emma removed her shirt and sweatpants and added them to the pile in her hamper. She looked down at her red panties. They were soaking wet as well. A dark stain spread halfway up the front, and Emma knew there wasn’t a dry spot on the back of her panties. She removed them too. Completely naked, Emma crossed her room and opened her door. Sarah’s door was still closed. Emma made a quick sprint across the hall and into the bathroom.
After a hot shower to clean herself off, Emma wrapped herself in a towel to return to her room. She went to her dresser to pick out some clean clothes. She pulled on a purple pair of panties, some loose-fitting black sweatpants, and a plain yellow t-shirt. When Emma turned around, she was greeted by a large, drying stain on her mattress. I need to clean the mattress or it’s going to stain, but I don’t know how to clean a mattress. I need some help. Determining that her pride was a lost cause, Emma left her room and walked to Sarah’s room. She knocked on the door. When she got no reply, she entered the room.
Sarah was curled under her blankets, snoring lightly, obviously still enjoying the sleeping effects of alcohol. Emma felt bad waking her up, but she didn’t know what else to do. She nudged her friend.
“Sarah.” Sarah stirred. “Sarah wake up.”
Sarah opened her eyes, then quickly closed them again. “Em? What time is it?” She asked with her eyes closed.
“It’s a little after eleven.”
“Why are you waking me up?”
“I need your help.”
“With what?”
Emma paused, then said, “I wet my bed.”
Sarah opened her eyes and looked at Emma. “How bad?”
“Bad. It’s completely soaked. I need to do something about the mattress, but I’m not sure how to clean it. I thought you might know how.”
Sarah rubbed her face and took in a deep breath. “Fine, fine. I’m getting up.” As she pushed herself into a sitting position, a puzzled look crossed her face. “What?..” She reached a hand under her blanket, and her eyes widened a moment later. “Oh… Em? Did you leave me in the pullup when you put me in bed last night?”
“Yeah, I’m sorry. It was clean, so I didn’t really see a point in putting us both through the process of changing your underwear.”
“No, it’s fine. Actually, it was probably a good thing. I didn’t fair much better than you.”
“What do you mean?”
In response, Sarah uncovered herself and moved to the end of the bed, planting her feet on the floor. They both stared down at Sarah’s pullup, which was swollen nearly to the size of the diaper Emma wet after her final and yellow throughout the entire padded area on the front. When Sarah stood up, the crotch of the pullup drooped down under the weight of Sarah’s nocturnal release, leaving a slight gap between the pullup and her body.
Emma giggled when she saw this. “Whoa, Sarah! You peed so much, that pullup is trying to take itself off.”
“You’d better watch it, or I’ll make sure that stain on your mattress stays forever,” Sarah replied in good nature. Then, turning to her bed, “I think my bed is dry though. It looks like these overnight pullups hold up to the job.”
When Sarah turned around, Emma saw that the back of the pullup was just as soaked as the front. The padding was wide and covered all of Sarah’s butt, but Emma could not see a single white spot anywhere on the padding.
Once Sarah confirmed that her bed was dry, she turned back around. “Let me clean myself up, then I’ll be right in to help you. Grab some rags and a scrub brush while you wait.” Sarah made her way out of the room. Emma watched as the swollen padding made Sarah waddle slightly, and the drooping bottom wiggled back and forth with each step.
Emma left the room as well and gathered the supplies Sarah asked for. Sarah met her in her bedroom ten minutes later with a pile of cleaning supplies in her hands and a large, mocking smile on her face.
“So, Em, when I was cleaning up, I took off my pullup and put it in the trash, and I couldn’t help but notice that mine wasn’t the only peed-in pullup in there.”
Emma blushed. “Do you remember telling jokes before we left the bar?”
Sarah thought for a second, the said, “Vaguely.”
“Well, I kind of had to pee, and I was laughing so hard that it just all came out.”
Sarah laughed. “It’s okay. I know the feeling. I’m just amused at the number of times you peed your pants in one week.”
“Well, at least I didn’t purposely wet my diaper at fifteen years old.”
Sarah stopped short. “Oh yeah, I forgot I said that. I guess you’ve got all my secrets now.”
The girls set about the work, talking merrily about the previous night as they went.
***
The rest of the week passed quickly for the roommates. Emma and Sarah spent Thursday recovering from Wednesday night’s festivities. They were able to get Emma’s mattress clean, and, with the help of a fan, the bed was dried in time for Emma to sleep in that night. They went out for some light drinking on Friday, and the rest of the weekend was free for the girls to take a well-deserved break.
Emma was sitting on the couch on Saturday when she received and email from Professor Welsh. The email read:
Emma,
I hope this email finds you well. I don’t usually reach out to students individually regarding assignments, but I felt this was warranted. As you are my advisee, I wanted to ensure that you are always comfortable with seeing me for any questions you have. With that in mind, I wanted to tell you that the events of our meeting on Wednesday will remain between you and I, unless you choose otherwise. I have also decided that, in light of your commitment to the assignment, you deserved double the extra credit. This will be reflected in your final grade.
Enjoy your summer, and I look forward to seeing you in the Fall.
Thank you,
Professor Welsh.
Emma appreciated the email. She knew Professor Welsh would never tell anybody about her accident, but it was still nice to get the email. Looking back on everything, Emma was glad she did the assignment. She experienced a lot, grew closer to her best friend, and, hopefully, nothing she ever did would be as embarrassing.
***
The End. |
Before you read!, this story is a crossover between my story “dropped in a new world”, Lily-Celeste “Crystal Diaper Magic”, Wannatripbaby “Angel hunter”, pinkthedinosaur “Forced to save dreamland” and InkuHime “A Too Late Magical Girl” (links to all their works will be at the bottom)
With a special guest character from SparkleDust1
I would like to thank all of them for allowing me to use their characters for this crossover. I would also like to give Wannatripbaby a special thank you for being the person who saved this story.
A few months ago I had to deal with a personal problem that left me with no time to continue the story. It is thanks to Wanna taking up the project that this story was saved from being canceled.
Thank you for everything you've done. 🙂
https://www.deviantart.com/redwelch2222/art/Dropped-in-a-new-world-706627924
https://www.deviantart.com/pinkthedinosaur/art/Forced-to-save-dream-land-723629446
https://www.deviantart.com/lily-celeste/art/Crystal-Diaper-Magic-1-717219603
https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/60742-angel-hunter/&tab=comments#comment-1390728
https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/60645-a-too-late-magical-girl-completed-02-10-19/&tab=comments#comment-1387577
part 1
The day was nice and warm. The birds were chirping, and there was a nice breeze. It was a great day for a hike or a picnic.
Or, if your like me, helping out your friend the archer and his shapeshifting/furry girlfriend as they try to arrest or kill a cult that’s kidnapping people who come near their temple.
You know, like normal people.
“GET DOWN!” I yelled as I tackled Bab behind a wall just as an arrow shot past us.
Bab might look like a little girl, but she’s really a witch who was cursed and forced to look like a little girl. Under different circumstances I wouldn’t need to bother protecting her, but she also can’t use her hands, which makes self-defense difficult.
I hear the arrow explode behind us but I don’t bother to look at what it hit. I just focus my attention on Bab.
“Bab, was that you? How is your diaper not destroyed?” I asked her as I give her a smirk.
Yeah, even in the middle of a battle Bab smacked me for that one. She hates it when I make my jokes about her predicament. Another part of the curse removed her bladder control, meaning she needs diapers. She knows I'm just playing, though.
Suddenly another arrow flew past our hiding spot and exploded again.
“Think you can reach him?” I asked Bab.
“Better than you can.” Bab said as she turned the corner and fired a bolt of electricity out of her hand. It struck arrow guy with enough force to shoot up in the air and when he hit the ground he was out cold.
“Good job!” I praise her as she gives me a smile.
“STOP PLAYING AROUND!” Blake yelled from on top of a temple wall.
“SORRY!” I yell back before turning to Bab. “Okay, let's go.”
I stood up and watched as my hand disappeared for a second and I pulled my most prized possession out of storage.
My sword Asahi.
The grip was perfectly in shaped to my hand; it felt like it was just an extension of my arm. The hilt looked like a 7 pointed star, and the blade itself was a dark red color with 2 large holes in the center of the blade. The pommel was a small, wicked spike.
With Asahi in hand, Bab and I broke cover and charged the cultists!
Compared to the last few battles Bab and I had, the cultist were easy to deal with. They weren't royal guards or ghouls. They were just regular humans with weapons. Most of them were taken out just by Bab’s shocks alone, and the few that weren’t, I dealt with.
“So, how do you think Eva’s doing?” I asked Bab. Not that I was particularly worried about Bab’s sister, but it did seem odd that we hadn’t seen her in so long.
Before Bab could answer, we saw two large men crash through the thick stone walls of the temple, a monstrous roar following in their wake.
“Sounds like she’s having fun.” Bab told me as she zapped another cultist.
********
On the other side of the temple, Blake was on the move and firing arrows into anyone that looked like a cultist. The job was simple. While Bab, Alex, and Eva distracted much of the cult, he was sneaking in and looking for the kidnapped prisoners being held here.
But he had scoured a third of the damn place and still couldn't find them anywhere.
“HEY! Intruder!” a cult member yelled as Blake was suddenly spotted.
“Fuck!” Blake cursed as he pulled back his bowstring as the men charged at him. But before he could fire, a minotaur came bursting through a wall, burying the cultists in rubble.
“RRRR AAAAAAAA!!!!!’ the minotaur roared. Then it turned to look at Blake and squealed. “Master!” The minotaur came running over and squatted down right in front of him. “Master! I took out a lot of the weird people!” the minotaur said proudly.
“Good girl Eva.” Blake rubbed the top of Eva’s minotaur head. “Have you seen any caged up people by any chance?”
“No…” Eva said with a sad expression as if letting Blake down. But she soon picked up. “B-but I might be able to find them!”
Eva grew excited as Blake looked at her in confusion before Eva started to transform.
Her body morphed into a very pale humanoid form with white long hair and unusually long arms. As soon as Blake saw this, his eyes went wide as he smashed a nearby window.
“COVER YOUR EARS!!!” Blake screamed.
“WHAT?” I yelled back, blocking an attack and kicking the cultist away as both Bab and I did as Blake said.
Suddenly I heard an ear wrenching screams ring out that it sent me to my knees!
Those that didn't head Blakes warning and didn't have some form of resistance were all knocked out by Eva’s banshee scream!
Back inside, Eva returned to her naked human form and ran over to Blake who was on his knees as well.
“Master! I found them! They are 2 floors below us in a hidden room!” Eva said happily.
“What!?” Blake asked as he couldn't hear anything Eva said.
Normally, even covering your ears beside a banshee would knock you out standing that close. Thankfully Blake’s and Eva’s connection helped soften that, but his ears were still ringing from it.
*******
“What the hell was that?” I asked.
“Probably Eva not thinking things through again.” Bab said as she gave a sigh. “At least most of them are gone now.”
“I wouldn't be so sure.” I say as I look over and see 2 large carriages heading our way. “Looks like back up just got here.”
“Oh great.” Bab groaned.
*******
Inside one of the carriages.
“What in the world is going on here!” a nobel men inside asked. “Is the holy ground really being attacked?”
“Holy ground? Do you really worship the white god here?” a woman asked.
“N-not exactly.” the man stammered to the woman he picked up off the side of the road earlier.
The woman had Blue hair and Blue eyes. She wore a lovely dress that one could not mistake for a royal dress.
“Well, it doesn't matter to me what someone like yourself decides to worship. Weather the twin gods that watch our world, or the made up ones of the other one. But, as you have shown me kindness in giving me a ride, let me help you with dealing with these barbarians who attack your holy ground.” the woman said as she steps out of the carige and pulls out a large staff with a large circle on top.
“W-wait, you can use magic?” the man asked as he saw what she did.
“Yes, now if you will excuse me, I shall wash away this trash.” the woman said as she charged into the battle.
He was completely shocked. He didn't expect the random person he picked up and was going to give to the cult was also a magic user!
The woman on the other had, was just glad for this opportunity. She wouldn't have any idea what she would have done if the man wanted her to pay for the ride! She was flat broke! Curse her father for dying and leaving everything to his fucking pet raccoon! Now she has no money and her title as a noble can only get her so far until people learn that she’s no longer one!
But that doesn't matter to her right now. She just needs to get rid of the people attacking the temple. If she was lucky she may even get a reward out of this on top of a free ride.
*******
As i block a sword attack and punch the guy away i hear a very annoying voice yelled over to me.
“How dare you attack this holy land you barbarian!” I heard someone yell towards me as I turned to see a woman standing on top of a small hill. “Surrender now or prepare to face the daughter of the Glory family! Esmeralda Glory.....”
Before the woman could finish her speech, Eva bursts out of a window and transformed mid air into a wyvern and landed in front of me while flapping her winds to blow the annoying woman and a few colt members away.
In that same window, Blake fires an arrow into the sky that burst into flame and started changing colors.
“We found them!” Blake shouted down to me. “We just need to hold them off a bit longer!”
I was good with that. Most of the cult members could barely use a sword so dealing with them was easy. Especially when we have a fucking dragon on our side!
It wasn't even that long before even the reinforcements were taken out and Blake and I were just taking out the stranglers.
“Looks like were just about done here.” I say as I spot some guards and their carriages that Blake signaled too coming towards us to arrest the cultists.
“That was much easier than I thought.” Bab said as she comes closer towards me.
“Ya. I thought there would be more of them.” Blake commented.
“Well, at least it's…” suddenly Bab stopped speaking as something wrapped itself around her and yanked her back!
Blake and I spun around to see that same Blue haired woman, her hair and dress now dirtied after Eva blew her away, standing behind them.
“I now have one of your friends.” the woman said as she increased Bab’s head into a water bubble. “Now drop your weapons and surinder to the authorities or else.”
“Oh fuck.” i say as i look at her in total shock.
“That's right! If you don't want anything to happen to her, drop your weapons now!” the woman demanded.
“Oh, I'm not worried about her, I'm worried about you.” I tell the woman as I point at Bab.
As the woman turns to Bab,she sees a little girl with fury in her eyes as she holds her breath and holds out a hand charging with electricity.
In a flash, bab is dropped and is coughing while the now smocking woman falls on her face after being electrocuted.
“LIKE HELL I'M GOING TO BE DROWNED LIKE THAT AGAIN!” Bab screamed and kicked the woman before marching over to me now soaking wet.
“Well, at least you weren't thrown over a cliff this time.” I joke. She kicked in the shin for that one.
********
After about an hour, all the cult members we took out were rounded up and forced into carriages to be taken to the nearest town and arrested.
The people that were kidnapped were all freed and were being transported by a different carige.
Bab and i just stood back and watched.
The funniest thing was seeing the Blue haired woman being forced into the carige with the cult members.
“What do you mean I was aiding a cult?” the woman yelled. “I was trying to help protect a holy land! There is some misunderstanding here! I’m Esmeralda Glory!”
“Alex, the transports are almost finished loading up everyone.” Blake told me as he walked over with a now dressed Eva by his side.
“That was fun!” Eva told us excitedly. “When are we going to do that again!”
Blake just giggled a little.
“I'll see what we can do. But first we need to go back to town and get paid for our job.” Blake told her.
“I hope the pay is good.” I tell them “I was thinking of upgrading some of my gear soon.”
“Well, let's get going then.” Blake said and he and Eva start walking off.
I get ready to start following them when a small hand grabs my arm. When I turn, I can see Bab holding my arm but not looking at me with a slight blush on her face.
“Hay, Bab and I will catch up. I need to take a shit real fast.” I tell them.
“Fine, just don't take too long.” Blake called back without looking back.
“See you soon!” Eva called back and gave us a wave as they walked off.
“Ok, now that they are gone, let's get you out of your dirty diaper.” I tell Bab who nodes in agreement.
How long has it been since this became the norm for us? When we are alone bab will just tell me when she needs a change and when we are in public she is far too shy to tell me herself but it’s easy to pick up when she needs one.
Also, when we are in a spot where someone might see, Bab demands I take her somewhere a little more private to get her change.
For us, that was behind a small wall. One that I could still see over even when crouching, but would hide Bab while she is laying down.
As soon as Bab laid down, she pulled her skirt up for me so I could get to her diaper.
The diaper was sagy and had a yellow tinge. She definitely peed in it, but probably also got a bit of water sucked in from the water mage as well.
“Just get it over with. I hate soggy diapers.” Bab tells me as she turns to face away.
“You hate diapers in general.” I tell her as I pull out her diaper bag to get a fresh new diaper.
As I’m reaching for the tabs on Bab’s diaper, something catches my eye.
I turn to see a man sneaking around and keeping an eye out for anyone. As he starts looking in my direction I duck my head behind the wall.
“‘W-what is…?” Bab says before I cover her mouth.
“Shhhh. We missed a cultist.” I whisper to her and peek up.
The cult member didn't see us and started to walk away.
“let's go get him.” I say.
“W-wait, what about my change!?” Bab whispered back.
“You'll be fine just a few minutes longer.” I tell her as I put the diaper bag away. “Besides, a little diaper rash won't hurt you.”
It's true, with our fast healing, as long as Bab removes the diaper and stops the rash from spreading, her own healing will clear it up in roughly 5-20 minutes. Depending on how bad it is.
“Y-ya, but it still sucks.” Bab said with a small pout as I help her up and the two of us began sneaking to were the man was.
Now, I would have just had Bab shock him and then have her make a bolt of lightning to get Blake's attention to come back and get this guy. But since we missed one, I wanted to see if he would lead us to a few more we missed.
As we sneak behind him, we watch as he goes behind a small shed on the western side of the temple. From there, he looks around to see if someone was watching him and luckily didn't see us. Then he reached down and pulled up a secret door built into the ground.
“Looks like we might have found something interesting.” I whisper to Bab as the man disappears under the door and shuts it.
Without wasting any time, Bab and I rush over to take a look.
From where I was, you could not see the door as it looked like regular grass. It wasn't until Bab managed to find the handle that we were able to open the door to a secret underground tunnel.
“Should we call for backup?” I asked Bab.
“I think we can handle it.” Bab tells me with a smile.
Hell, considering the fight before, it shouldn't be hard to take out a few members that were hiding.
As Bab and I go into the tunnel, I can hear faint yelling coming from further inside.
The tunnel was long and curved in many ways as we made our way further down. As we were making our way to the end of the tunnel I could hear the yelling growing louder and louder.
“ENOUGH!” someone shouted. “We knew this was coming, which is why we prepared for it.”
“What are you talking about!” another shouted. “We just lost a third of our brothers because they were not told of this meeting!”
“They were a necessary sacrifice!” the first man shouted. “Had we all been together we would have all been captured! They only knew of our location but not our numbers! With their sacrifice, it has bought us enough time!”
“Time?” I asked Bab as we reached the end of the tunnel and were shocked to see a large open room.
The room was about 2 floors tall. On the bottom floor was a large group of men, easily twice the size of the cult members we took care of. All of them surrounding a large white and black spotted crystal that looked like a Y. it also looked like someone smashed 2 different crystals and was doing a poor job putting it back together.
On the second floor were supports helping to hold the strange crystal up.
We were in between both floors on a stairwell leading down or up.
“What the hell?” I mumble to myself.
“The time has come!” a Man standing slightly above the crystal shouted. “We have finally found the missing piece we need to complete the making of a new god!”
Suddenly the cult roared in excitement.
“For to long has this world has been ruled by the Black god and the white god! Forcing us into a never-ending battle but does not respond to us when we ask for help! The only thing we have of their power is that of the summoning crystals!” the man shouted.
“But no longer! These crystals are the gods power brought into our world! And by fusing them together we shall create a new god! One that will serve us humans and be our savior in this war between the two gods!” the man shouted to everyone. “With this new god, we will bring forth a new utopia! And we will be this new god's angels!”
“Intruders!” someone from below shouted as we were finally spotted and everyone turned towards Bab and I.
“Well, this isn't good.” I say as I pull out my sword.
“Get them! They should be our sacrifice to the new god!” the cult leader shouted as the room exploded with yelling and cries.
I grab Bab and turn to leave through the path we came, but a metal door slammed down and trapped us inside.
“Ice wall!” I shout as I create an ice wall to the stairs leading down as Bab and i start running up.
As soon as we reach the top, 3 men with wind magic leap from below and block us. 2 of them were shocked by Bab as I charge at the third and cut him down.
“Aim for the leader!” I yell to Bab.
In a swarm situation, better to take out the leader. Without them, most of the underling will have no idea what to do and would give us a much better chance of taking them out.
Bab takes aim and fires off electricity, but a pillar of ice protects the cult leader.
As more people start to make their way towards us, Bab runs after the cult leader while I hold everyone back as best I can.
As soon as Bab gets close to the leader, he is fumbling around on the crystal and trying to fit a broken shards into the bigger piece. But Bab shocks him and has him fall off the crystal and drop the shards he was holding. One of them, falling loosely into the hole the cult leader was trying to fill.
“Good work!” I yelled as I look back at Bab for just a moment before I’m punched and tackled by 5 cultists and pinned to the ground.
“Alex!” Bab screams as she’s about to run towards me, but is blown back by a wind magic user.
“BAB!” I scream out as she is blown off the third floor platform and falls off screaming. “ICE BURST!”
Using a large chunk of magic, I shove off the people on top of me and rush over to where Bab was and peer over the ledge and see her sitting on top of the Y shaped crystal.
“T-that was close” Bab said as she looked at me with a nervous smile.
I let out a happy sigh as I reach over to try to grab her but is not far enough. Bab tried to scoot closer to me and reach out her hand as well. As she did, we heard a small click sound and the crystal under Bab’s bottom began to glow.
“That’s not good.” I comment trying to reach just a little farther and managed to just barely grab Bab and yanked her over.
All of the cults still around stood in awe as the strange crystal seemed to come alive as it began to rise off the ground and began spinning!
“What's going on?” I asked Bab.
“No idea, but I think it's summoning something!” Bab says as we can do nothing but watch as flash of light engulfs the room.
When the light finally subsides, I can see people standing in front of the crystal. All of them looking very confused as to what was happening.
That confusion turned to screams as Bab and I felt the floor beneath us rise until a giant monsters head broke through the floor and roared.
part 2
“Bab!” I yelled.
“on it!” bab screamed as she blasted the big monster’s head as I carried her and jumped over the platform down and landed near the people summoned to this world by the crystal just as I was.
“Stay behind me!” I commanded them as I dropped Bab next to me and looked back at the giant monster as the rest of the cult were yelling and screaming as other monsters were attacking everyone!
I looked behind me and got a good look at the people who were summoned:
There was a tall guy wearing a suit and tie holding a scared blond woman's hand. Next to them was a roughly 16-year-old teen that was very scrawny wearing pajamas and was holding something pink in his hand. Beside him was a woman with long brown hair wearing a ridiculous blue and purple outfit, and beside her was a tall woman with big breasts and wearing a nice suit and standing next to who I presume to be her daughter dressed in a blue party dress.
“What the hell is going on here?” the tall guy with brown hair was yelling.
“Quick explanation: You've been summoned here by that crystal and I'm guessing so we're those monsters!” I quickly tell them. “ Now unless you want to get hurt, stay behind…”
I didn't get to finish as a giant wolf-like monster lunged at me and knocked me down in the middle of the crowd, causing them to start yelling as the monster opened its mouth and sprayed a thick dark cloud around us.
I could hear yelling as everyone scrambled around, all trying to get away.
“ice breath!” I yelled as I began freezing the monster’s head in a block of ice before being able to toss it off of me.
“Pardie? Pardie where did you go?” I heard someone ask.
“Julia? Julia!” the same guy from earlier yelled out.
“why do I always get the shit jobs!” the woman with the big breast yelled. “Brat, get us out of here! Kristine?”
I was finally able to get out of the black cloud and see a lot of the cult members trying to get out through the now-open tunnel and another one I didn't see before.
They were also followed by 2 of the monsters from earlier chasing them.
The giant monster seemed to have tunneled it’s way out during the confusion, and the only one left was the one I froze. But after looking back at it, it seemed to have clawed chunks of ice off its head and was getting ready to attack again
“Bab, shock the wolf-thing!” I yelled but got no reply. “Bab?”
I looked behind me and noticed Bab and a few other people were now gone.
“Where the hell did she go?” I yelled out in shock as the wolf monster shattered the ice around its head and roared.
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Meanwhile in a nearby clearing in the forest, 3 girls appeared out of nowhere and landed on the ground on top of each other.
“w-what j-just happened?” the blond-haired woman asked as she searched around. “Lucus? Angel Hunter? Where are you?”
“Wyj oxx qy!” Bab yelled under the two girls and shocked them.
Both leaping up and off of bab.
“Jethuth, that hurt! Wait, are you a part of a magical girl team?” the pre-teen girl in a baby blue, child’s party dress asked as she stared at Bab who was still on the ground.
“Gvcj cly eoi jcrsupw cboij?” Bab asked as she looked up at the girl and started to blush as Bab began staring at the obvious diaper she was wearing.
“H-hey! Thtop thtaring!” the girl lisped as she tried to cover her diaper with her dress to no avail.
“W-where are we?” the blond woman asked, not paying attention to what was going on. “Whats happening?”
“That guy from earlier thaid we were thummoned here by a crystal. Tac, do you know anything about...” the young girl looked around. “Tac?”
As she looked around, she realized her companion wasn't with her anymore.
“Oh fuck!” she yelled as she grabbed her pigtails. “I fowgot Tac! I need to go back and get her!
The girl then closed her eyes and looked like she was trying to concentrate, but as she opened her eyes, she was slightly confused.
“thtrange, nowmally that works.” the girl said aloud then remembered something. “Maybe Gorgeouth could help!”
Once again, she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate but opened her eyes to the same scenery.
“What are you doing little girl?” the blond woman asked.
“My name is Kwithtine, and I’m twying to get back to my annoying cat.” Kristine said as she got a little frustrated her powers weren't working for some reason.
That's when Kristine thought of something and looked at a tree and teleported right to it. Shocking both Bab and the blond woman.
The blond woman was a bit startled, but not nearly as much as Bab who just sat there in shock. She’s never seen magic like that before, and definitely not from someone who just came from the other world. But was she from the other world? That crystal was a bit different from the others and not only summoned a whole group, but also monsters as well. Could it be…
Suddenly, Bab felt a strange movement from under her butt and sat up. She blushed as she saw what she was sitting on. A pink diaper with the word Princess on the front of it.
(I will edit Bab’s dialogue past this point later)
Kristine teleported back “My magic ith working fine. Tho… What’s that?” she pointed at the object in Bab's hand.
“<<It’s not mine!>>” Bab told the girl as she shook her head.
“What language is she speaking?” the blond woman asked.
“Damned if I know.”
“Right, you can't understand me… fucking hell this will get annoying.” Bab said as she tried to think of a way to communicate easier
“That sounded angry.”
“Do you think she can understand what we're thaying”
“I… think so?” The blond woman clears her throat. “LITTLE GIRL! CAN YOU UNDERSTAND US?” She says slowly and loudly.
Bab was a bit annoyed but was very much use to people thinking similarly. She just rolled her eyes and nodded. If she could use her hands she might have also added a jester if she could.
Kristine turned to the blond woman “What's your name, anyway?”
“Oh! Sorry, how rude of me.” she straightens up a little “My name is Julia.”
“Well Juwia, I-” before she could finish her sentence she suddenly clutched her stomach as it made an audible and ominous gurgle. “Fuck! Be wight back!” She teleported behind a tree about thirty yards away.
It took Bab and Julia a moment to put the pieces together. But when they did it caused both girls to blush.
“So umm… what's your name, little girl?”
“My name? Its Bab” Bab told the woman.
“Wow. That's an unusual name!”
“What? No that's…. You know what, forget it. I'll have Alex translate later.” Bab said to herself slightly annoyed by the situation she was in and was wondering what Alex was doing right now?
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Once the smoke cleared I finally got a good look at the wolf-monster.
It was about 15-feet long, not including its tail which was extremely long with a huge arrowhead-looking barb on the end of it like a demon’s tail. It had greyish-black fur with some light-blue markings in certain places.
It let out a bark before it started charging at me!
I didn't have time to dodge, so braced myself to take the blow. But when it was still in the air a sudden blast of green energy hit the creature, knocking it off course.
The source of the green energy was the blue and purple girl which I now noticed was wearing an insanely thick pink diaper.
Wait, why was she wearing a diaper!?
Despite her enormous diaper the girl moved surprisingly fast and in a matter of seconds she was standing by my side. “Are you alright?”
“Wait, what? Who, how?” I started to ask as more and more questions piled up but a certain growling caught our attention.
Her attention turned back towards the creature who was now charging at us. The girl shot another blast of energy at it, but it sidestepped mid-sprint and closed the distance between us, headbutting the girl and sending her flying back.
I used the opening to rush forward and and Slash at the monsters side. The blade sunk in at least a few inches and the wolf yelped and staggered to the side. Then I saw its tail whip around and barely had enough time to swat it away with my sword.
This unfortunately gave the monster a chance to retaliate with its powerful jaws. I'm sure it could've taken my head off in a single bite, but instead it grabbed my sword between its teeth, yanked it out of my hand and threw it across the chamber!
Not. Good.
“ICE BREATH!” As if it remember what happened last time I said that it recoiled slightly, but I wasn't aiming at the wolf. I'd been practicing making my ice gauntlets to where it only takes me a few seconds now. Once the ice was solid I smashed my fists together. “Alright, come at me motherfuaaAAAAHH!” While I was taunting the monster its tail suddenly coiled around my legs and yanked me off the ground.
Shit.
Next thing I knew I was being dangled upside-down in front of the wolf’s snarling face. I tried to punch it, but it held me just out of reach. But just when it was about to chomp my face off another blast of red fire scorched the side of its face.
The tall man in the suit was running towards us, holding a gleaming white sword. And as he got closer I could see his eyes were almost glowing red.
“I'm gonna send you back to hell’s dog pound in little tiny pieces!”
It dropped me and turned its attention towards the guy, who dodged its jaws and slashed it across the face. As fast as the wolf was, this dude was even faster! I haven't seen anyone move like him since we fought the vampires! And if that wasn't enough I saw a purple and blue figure leap up into the air and rain green energy blasts on the creature. I was just getting up to charge at the creature while it was distracted when it suddenly leapt towards the center of the room and the blue markings started to glow.
“That can't be good.” I said.
Before anyone else could say anything a cloud of black smoke began pouring out of its mouth, quickly filling the room. The fog stung my eyes slightly and I couldn’t see much more than 3 feet in front of me.
And if that wasn't bad enough, it smelled like dog breath.
“I can't see it!” said a female voice.
“It's going to try to pick us off one by one. Stay close together.” came the man’s voice.
I didn't need to be told twice. I ran towards the man's voice and the three of us went back to back to back.
“Ok, who the fuck are you people and how do you have powers if you were just summoned here?” I quickly asked as I wanted answers.
“I'm Lily,” the diaper girl said. “And umm, I guess maybe because I already had powers before I got here?”
“I’m Lucas.” the man said. “And now is not the time for questions.”
I ignored him “What do you mean you already had powers? There's no such thing as superpowers on earth!”
“That’s what I thought too-AAAHHH!” She screamed as the monster’s tail wrapped around her legs and began dragging her away from us.
But before it could drag her out of our sight Lucas shot a stream of flame in the direction it was taking her. Sure enough the flames hit their mark and also illuminated the area enough to see the monster.
Which also gave me an opening to try a new spell I'd been working on.
“ICE SPIKE!” I yelled as I slammed my fist on the ground, causing a sharp spike made of solid ice to shoot out of the ground directly under the creature.
I hoped.
A beastial yelp of pain came from the direction of the creature and Lily stopped being pulled towards it.
Lucas helped her back to her feet since my hands were still encased in ice. “Are you okay?”
“Y-yeah, I think so.”
By now the smoke was clearing and we saw the wolf about 30 feet away. It had a few cuts and gashes, but otherwise looked just as strong as ever.
“We need to cut off its tail.” Lucas said.
“Great idea. How?” I asked.
“You two try to keep it busy and I'll go for the tail. Think you can manage that?”
“I guess we'll have to.” Lily said.
“Im getting low on energy, but I got one trick left. We just need to kill it within the next 5 minutes or I’m useless. FIGHTER’S SOUL!” I felt the rush of adrenaline running through my body as I charged at the monster.
Both lily and Lucas flanked and began firing energy blasts too keep it in one spot for me.
That was all the opening I needed.
My icy fist crashed down on its nose, eliciting a whimper. It took a swipe at me but with my enhanced strength I was able to bat its paw away and punch it in the face. My Fighter’s Soul ability wasn't gonna last long and if it wore out before we killed this thing I was pretty much fucked.
Unfortunately Lucas was having a pretty hard time in his end. He was counting on my frontal assault to distract the monster leaving its rear undefended. But either it was VERY good at multitasking or its tail had a mind of its own because as soon as he started to close in the tail came to life and started whipping around, jabbing, thrusting, and slashing at him with enough speed and force that it took all of his might just to parry its blows. It's entire tail was covered in an almost metal-like protective layer except at the base. But he just couldn't get in close enough to reach it and any attempt to do so rewarded him with a deep cut or gash from the razor-sharp barb.
Meanwhile I wasn’t doing so hot. My punches were definitely hurting it, but also kinda just pissing it off causing it to attack more fiercely. And if that wasn't bad enough the ice around my arms was starting to crack. “HURRY THE HELL UP!”
“I'm… trying!” but all his effort had gotten him were several cuts and minor to moderate wounds. Lily had apparently exhausted her magic and was doubled over trying to catch her breath, powerless to do anything.
It wasn't looking good for us.
But then suddenly as Lucas was defending against an onslaught of tail strikes the tail flopped on the ground motionless and the monster let out a howl of pain.
Standing right behind the monster, clutching MY sword in his hands, was a teenage boy in pajamas I saw earlier. While we were all keeping it busy he managed to cut off the monster’s tail! “Ha! I got him!”
“GOOD JOB, KID!” I yell smashing both my fists on the beasts head, shattering my ice gauntlets. I grabbed the beast’s jaws and pried its mouth open and with the last of my magic I used Ice Breath to freeze a solid block of ice in its throat and mouth. And while I couldn’t be sure whether that had been what ultimately killed it or if it had been something Lucas or the Boy had done, the monster collapsed and I felt incredibly satisfied at my finishing blow.
And not a moment too soon because Fighters soul had just ended and I felt the extreme drawback of it as I fell on my ass exhausted and panting.
But apparently there was no time to celebrate because Lucas looked off towards the exit “I need to go find Julia.”
I was still catching my breath. “How… will you… find her?”
“I am tied to her spirit and can sense her location a few miles to the east. It will be fastest if I go alone.”
Suddenly he started shaking like crazy and before I could ask what was going on he stumbled backwards and collapsed on the ground gasping worse than I was.
“Uhh, are you okay?” I asked.
He slowly propped himself up on his elbows and I noticed his eyes were no longer red. “Y-yeah… I can explain… but first can I have some water?”
I was about to fish my canteen out of Storage when I heard a feminine voice behind me. “Well you certainly took your sweet time.” I turned around to see the busty woman in the black suit standing there.
“WELL YOU COULD'VE HELPED, YOU KNOW!” I shouted at her.
“You looked like you had everything under control and I wouldn't want to get my paws dirty for nothing. Now, have any of you seen or smelled my Nursery Knight around her?”
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After disappearing behind the tree, Kristine took a glance and made sure she wasn't being watched before closing her eyes and summoning her diaper bag. One that sadly had everything she needed to change a diaper. Including one thing that was surprisingly helpful in changing her. A little teddy bear named Mr. Bear.
“So…” Julia began in an attempt to break the awkward silence but only succeeded in making things even more awkward as she couldn't think of anything to say to a girl who couldn't talk.
Bab sighed before blushing as she felt her diaper suddenly grow warm and she remembered that Alex never got a chance to change her soaked diaper. “<<Dammit, where's Alex when I need him?>>” her face suddenly paled in terror as she felt pee leaking out of her diaper. “<<No no no no no!>>”
“What's wrong, Bab… Oh.” Julia’s eyes fell to the urine dribbling down Bab’s leg.
Bab was mortified. It was bad enough when a stranger saw her diapers, but to see her in a LEAKY diaper? That was ten times worse. Bab’s lip quivered and she felt tears forming in her eyes.
Julia saw the small girl’s distress and kneeled down in front of her. “Hey now, it's okay. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Here, I'll prove it.”
Bab’s slightly-teary eyes went wide as Julia undid the top button of her jeans to reveal she was wearing a diaper underneath too! “I sometimes have trouble controlling my bladder just like you and Kristine.”
Bab was in shock. This woman just admitted wearing a diaper to a practical stranger and she wasn't even blushing! Like this was the most normal thing in the world!
Julia picked up the pink princess diaper and handed it to Bab. “Can you handle this on your own or do you need help?”
Bab shook her head vigorously “<<Hell no! I'd rather spend all day in a dirty diaper waiting for Alex than be changed by a stranger!>>”
“So… is that a yes or-”
“MITHTER BEAR! COME BACK!” Kristine shouted, drawing Bab and Julia’s attention to the 7-foot tall teddy bear moving towards them.
Both girls screamed at the uncanny sight of a giant stuffed animal sprinting towards them with the speed if a cheetah!
Julia, even though she wasn't bonded to Angel Hunter right now, had developed some of the demon’s instincts and moved in front of Bab to protect her. When the giant teddy bear came close Julia lunged forward to punch the bear in the face.
It felt like you'd expect punching a teddy bear would feel like. Her fist sunk into the soft material leaving the bear unharmed. She followed up with a couple of body shots and a knee to the groin before the bear finally grabbed her wrists, eliciting a whimper from the woman as she realized how powerless she was against this creature.
Bab shot a lightning bolt at the bear, to no effect.
By now Kristine had reached them and was yelling at the bear Bab & Julia had wrongfully assumed to be a monster. “Mithter Bear, what are you doing!?”
As if in answer, the bear wrestled Julia down to the ground and somehow started removing her pants with his bear paws and exposing the yellowed, wet diaper underneath causing the blond girl to scream “HELP!!!”
Bab tried shooting more lightning at the plushie foe but all it got her was a glare from Mr. Bear that sent a shiver down her spine.
Kristine stepped between Mr. Bear and Bab. “I’m thorry, he’th jutht twying to help! I can't thtop him!”
Julia yelped as all her kicking and fighting caused Mr. Bear to give her a hard smack on her butt.
“Don't fight him!” Kristine pleaded “bewieve me, you don't want a thpanking fwom Mithter Bear!”
Julia stopped fighting and just covered her face with her hands, letting it happen. This wasn't the first time she'd been helplessly diapered by a stranger, although the teddy bear was certainly a new experience. Still, it brought back a lot of memories, some of them not so pleasant. That combined with the utter embarrassment and humiliation of this whole ordeal caused her to start sobbing softly.
Bab wanted to look away, if only to spare Julia the extra embarrassment. But she just couldn't look away. It was like watching a disaster unfold in front of her eyes. “Jvuk uk ko xiasyz in!”
Kristine may not have understood the words Bab said, but she gathered the general gist from her tone and the look on her face. “I'm tho thorry. I've never theen him do thith to thomeone elthe before.”
Mercifully the change only took about 15 seconds after Julia stopped fighting thanks to Mr. Bear’s super speed. He taped her into one of Kristine's diapers which were a bit thicker and much more babyish than Julia’s.
Then Mr. Bear looked at Bab.
“Po po po po po po! Eoi kjce cgce xloq qy!” Bab dropped the pink diaper and tried to run away, but even if she hadn't been slowed down by the sodden diaper sagging between her legs, there was no chance of out running the magical teddy bear and she screamed as she felt herself being lifted off the ground and placed her back on top of a large, flat rock.
As soon as it did, unleashed a torrent of electricity at the creature, but apart from a burnt-fabric smell filling the air it didn't seem to have much effect.
It was then that Bab saw, to her horror, that Mister Bear had picked up the pink princess diaper she had dropped while trying to run away.
“Gcuj! Jvcj'k poj yhyp qupy!” Bab tried to protest, but even if the Bear could understand her it probably wouldn't have listened.
On the bright side Kristine was busy helping Julia so neither of them were paying attention to Bab.
The Bear made quick work of removing Bab’s wet shoes, socks, skirt and finally her sodden diaper, wiping her down with lightning-fast speed before adding a dash of baby powder and sliding the pink diaper under her butt before taping it onto her waist.
The moment the diaper was taped on, it seemed to explode in a cloud of mysterious pink smoke, causing Bab to scream in surprise and drawing the attention of Julia and Kristine.
And what they saw nearly made their eyes pop out of their heads.
Bab’s blond hair had turned bubblegum pink with a pretty red bow in it. Her shirt had also turned pink with red ribbons forming a sort of vest. The frilly pink skirt which materialized around her waist did absolutely nothing to hide her diaper. And the whole ensemble ended in knee-length white socks and black Mary Janes.
Bab looked down at herself, grimacing in disgust at the extremely-girly outfit. “What the hell just happened?”
Both the other girls gasped causing Bab to look up at them in confusion.
“Y-you just spoke English!” Julia exclaimed.
“Huh? What are you talking about of course I speak english. But what's going on with my…” Bab froze as she realized the words she just said “Wait, you can understand me!?”
Both girls nodded.
“That… that shouldn't be possible!” Bab muttered in complete shock.
But before Bab could process anything an unfamiliar voice spoke “Huh. Well this is new.”
All three girls looked around, wondering where that voice came from.
“Down here, Princess.” Bab’s diaper suddenly inflated itself, nearly sending her falling on her butt before deflating again.
“D-did that diaper just talk?” Julia asked.
“That is correct.” the diaper answered.
There was a moment of stunned silence.
“What. The. Fu-” Bab began to say before Mr. Bear put a paw to her lips, silencing her.
“Sowwy,” Kristine said “He doethn’t wike thwearing.” She clears her throat. “Tank you, Mithter Bear. I wuv you!” The giant teddy bear suddenly shrinks down to normal size before Kristine scoops it up and summons a diaper bag, placing him inside.
“My apologies, Princess.” the diaper said “I am Pardie. And I am as confused as you are.”
“What’s going on! Why am I dressed in this ridiculous outfit! And how is a diaper talking!” Bab yelled out in utter confusion.
“Those who dawn me become the Princess and guardian of Dreamland; A world where dreams and nightmares reside.” the diaper told the 3 confused ladies. “However, despite you now waring me, you should not be able to become the Princess.”
“I don't want to become some princess of anything! I just want to know how you are doing this and why my curses are gone!” Bab said as she then started to realize what that meant for her.
“My magic gives my Princess the powers needed to fight the nightmares.” Pardie told them. “It is my hypothesis that this world's magic is interfering with my magic and therefore allowing you to become the Princess.”
Kristine sighs “Magic ith tho much more confuthing than Law Thchool.”
“Aren't you, like, 12?” Julia asked, but the question was ignored.
“Okay, okay. Let's just say you are right. And that your magic is somehow being affected. How do you even have magic? The other world shouldn't have magic.” Bab commented.
“Wait, but we have pwenty of Magical Girlth. And magic ith vewy common.” Kristine replied not knowing what Bab was talking about.
To say Julia was shocked by such a revelation would be an understatement. She turned to Kristine “Wait, there's no Magical Girls where I'm from. That's only in anime.”
Bab was finally starting to put the pieces together.
“Could there be more than one ‘other’ world?” Bab wondered aloud. “Kristine, you obviously have some pretty powerful magic. Could you do all this stuff before you were summoned here?”
“Yeth.”
“And Julia, did you have magic powers too?”
“No. But I kinda do when I'm with Angel Hunter.”
“Who's Angel… never mind, we'll get back to that. So if you two had magic before you came here, that must mean the Crystal summoned you from a different version of Earth than the one Alex is from! Is that even possible?”
Julia was completely lost, but Kristine seemed to be following along at least a little bit. “Wets athume that it ith pothible. How do we get home?”
“Normally you could use one of the Crystals to go back. But it would take a LOT of magic…” but Bab was interrupted before she could finish
“I'll try anything at this point.” Julia said. “Where is the Crystal?”
“I’m… not sure. I don't even know how we got here in this forest.”
Kristine raises her hand “That wath pwobably my fault. I can teweport and when that monthter filled the woom with thmoke I kinda panicked. In the commotion, I thought Tac fell on me and I wanted uth to get out of there.” Kristine explained. “But I don't know why I can't go back?”
Pardie spoke up “My hypothesis is that all magic not native to this world is being affected and not working right. It might also be that my magic is suppressing Princess’s curse in some way.”
“Wait, does this mean I could finally stop using diapers again!” Bab said as a smile started to form. “I might even be able to look older!”
Julia gave a giggle. “I don't think you'll look older wearing something like that, sweetie.”
Bab looked back down at her outfit and realized that Pardie was the reason her curses were being repressed and she would still look like an oversized toddler. “Fuck me…”
Both Julia and Kristine giggled at Bab’s displeasure before getting serious once more.
“Anyway, which way should we go to get back to the others?” Julia asked when Suddenly Julia gasped and doubled over, her body shaking as if she were having a seizure.
Bab and Kristine both leapt back in surprise.
“Julia!? What's wrong!?” bab asked.
But by then Julia had stopped shaking and stood up straight. Her expression had changed into a more serious one, but more noticeably her eye color changed from their normal sky blue to a deep blood-red. “We are united once again.”
Kristine’s body tensed. This situation did not feel right to her. “The fuck ith that thupposed to mean?”
“I will make this fast, as time is rather short: I have been reunited with Angel Hunter, but more importantly there is a monster heading our way.” She
said before Pointing towards a cliff.
They all heard it before it came into view; a loud buzzing sort of sound. Then it crested over the trees: A gigantic wasp the size of an elephant! Its yellow and black-striped body all too familiar to anyone who’d ever been stung before.
“Not the best time!” Bab yelled as she stretched out her hand, but nothing happened. Bab stretched out her arm again to fire off her lightning but none came out.
“What's goin…” but before she could answer the Wasp tried to spray Bab and Julia with some sort of glue-like goop from its stinger. But thankfully the girls leaped out of the way.
“I've got thith!” Kristine said before teleporting up above the Wasp, summoning a giant rattle to crush the monster’s skull.
But the bee darted back before smashing into Kristine with its head and sending her falling to the ground.
“What type of bee is that!?” Bab asked as she tried blasting again. “And why isn't my magic working!”
“Observation implies that I am not only suppressing your curses, but also your own magic.” Pardie told Bab. “should you remove me you should be able to use your magic once more.”
For once, Bab was conflicted on taking the diaper off. Part of her wanted to keep it on and remove the curse, and the other wanted her magic.
“LOOK OUT!” Kristine yelled as she tackled Bab away as the Bee zoomed at them. After missing them, it spun around and sprayed its goo at them.
Kristine teleported away just in time to not get hit, but realized too late that she wasn't touching Bab who got hit with the goo! Pinning her arm to the ground.
Seeing its pray helpless, the wasp shot down with this stinger ready to pierce its meal! But instead of piercing flesh, it collided with a sword!
“You shall not harm this young one, beast.” Julia said while holding a white sword and blocking the wasps stinger with it. “Now begone!”
Julia shot a burst of flames from her sword at the wasp, forcing it away and readying herself for battle as the wasp made sporadic flying movements as if it were a hummingbird.
But as fast as the monster was, Julia was even faster. Her reaction speeds were superhuman allowing her to narrowly dodge its stinger and countering with lightning-fast slashes and thrusts. But for all the hits she dealt to the beast it didn't show any signs of weakening. In fact all her strikes seemed to do was make the gargantuan hornet angrier and its attacks became faster and more ferocious and when the angry wasp found that its stinger couldn't hit her it smacked Julia with one of its long legs hard enough to knock her off her feet.
Julia was only saved by Kristine teleporting in front of her and smacking the wasp with enough force to send it careening into a nearby tree. The tree cracked and bent, but the wasp looked a little worse for wear.
“Thith thing’th a pain in the ath.” Kristine lisped.
“It is unlike any foe I've ever fought.” Julia said before the wasp flew towards them again.
But instead of attacking them it went straight past them and disappeared over the tree line.
“Strange.”
“Where ith it going-”
Before she could finish asking the question they heard screaming from the direction the wasp left in.
Julia and Kristine needed no further incentive to chase after the beast. Kristine teleported up into the sky so that she could find the creature and Julia actually flew over the treeline on invisible wings, transforming her short sword into something that would hopefully be a bit more effective...
Unfortunately, Bab was still stuck to the ground. “Umm, Kristine? Julia? A little help would be nice!” But no one responded. "Fucking great. Any ideas on how to get unstuck?"
"Not at the moment Princess" Pardie replied.
Bab let out a sigh as she tried magic once more but failed. Then something moving caught her eye, and she had a shiver run down her spine as a slime approached.
Bab began tugging at the goop trying to get away as she slime got closer and she nearly screamed as it got on her goop covered arm.
"Hypothesis: if this world's slime are like dreamland's then they will be attracted to sweet or smelly sources of food. It could eat away at the goop to free you."
As sweat poured down Bab's face, all she could think of was that she didn't care just as long as it stayed out of her diaper!
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“I demand you release me at once! I am Lady Esmeralda Glory!” the finely-dressed woman shackled inside the prisoner transport yelled.
“Yes yes, I heard you the twelfth time.” Blake said rolling his eyes “For Willa’s sake will you please shut up? If you are nobility we can figure that out at the next town.”
“this is an outrage! You should be begging my forgiveness right now! Rest assured there will be consequences for this… this… Impunity!”
“Is that even a word, Master?” Eva asked from atop the cart.
“Yes, but I don't think it means what she thinks it means.” he chuckled.
“INSUFFERABLE WRETCHES!” Esmeralda screamed. “I will make you all rue the day you trifled with Esmeralda Glory!”
Blake breathed a heavy, exhausted sigh. “One more threat or demand out of you, and you'll be gagged for the rest of the trip. Do you understand, Miss Glory?”
She gasped in shock at the threat, but decided that shutting up would be most beneficial to her right now. Taking a seat back down next to the cult members who were also looking a bit annoyed at her.
“Good choice.” Blake said, turning his attention back to the road.
“Master, do you hear something?” Eva asked.
“Like what? Wait… what's that buzzing noise?”
No sooner had he asked the question than a giant wasp appeared over the treeline heading straight for them causing all the prisoners in the cart to shriek in fear.
“Umm, Eva? Can you-” Blake said as he quickly tried to stop the carriage of prisoners.
“On it, Master!” Eva interrupted before jumping off the carriage and sprinting towards the bee. When she was about twenty feet away from the monster she
Leaped into the air. her clothes ripped off once more as she turned into a large Praying Mantis, shocking even the giant wasp as Eva’s Scythe-like arms slammed down on top of it and crashing it into the ground below.
Unfortunately she was not prepared when a jet of flame came shooting out of the hornet’s mouth! She screeched in pain which gave the wasp the opportunity to jab her in the chest with its stinger, pumping her with venom.
Thankfully it was knocked loose by a blast of compressed air delivered by a magically-imbued arrow from Blake. “Eva!”
“I'm okay, Master!” She tried to take another swipe at the bee as it flew past her towards Blake, but missed. “Master! Watch out!”
He shot another arrow at the wasp to little effect and used his wind magic to jump out of the way when it reached him. But the bee seemed more interested in the carriages full of cultists as it knocked it over and started tearing it apart. Another wind-blast from Blake’s arrow dislodged it again, but not before it tore the roof off the carriage and the cultists went running as best they could with their shackled hands and feet.
In response to this, the wasp quickly darted towards Blake who just barely managed to leap out of the way. He tried to draw another arrow, but the wasp was just too fast and kept forcing him to dodge using his rapidly-dwindling pool of magic. Once that ran out he wouldn't stand a chance.
By now Eva had caught back up with the wasp and made a lunge at it, but the monstrous insect dodged out of the way and breathed fire at her again. She covered her face with her arm this time which unfortunately left her vulnerable to another stinger attack.
“NO!” Blake yelled as he changed all his remaining magic into an arrow and fired it at the wasp, blasting it with enough wind to knock it into the cart thirty feet away.
Eva stumbled a bit and slumped over. “I don't feel so good, Master.”
“Just don't shift back. You probably have enough venom in you to kill anything human-sized.”
By now the wasp had gotten back up and was looking very angry at the two of them before unleashing a torrent of flame again. Eva grabbed Blake with her mantis claws and attempted to shield him from the flames.
But neither of them felt the heat as a water bubble had enveloped them. They both looked over and saw Esmeralda about 20 feet away with her hands outstretched towards them.
“I told you I was here to protect the holy land! And if this vile creature threatens that place then it shall feel the wrath of Esmeralda Glory!” with a wave of her hand, water bubbles appeared and shot towards the wasp. The attack wasn't strong, but with the wasp's wings soaked it wouldn't be able to get away. “Now kill it!”
With its mobility greatly reduced, Blake shot it in the eye with an arrow. It hissed in pain and began crawling towards them furiously.
Eva, as woozy as she was, readied herself to fight. But when it was about halfway towards them something a little girl Appeared right in front of it and smashed the wasps head into the ground. Before Blake could even wonder what was happening, a woman fell out of the sky with a blazing spear and pierced the Wasps back!
For a moment, the wasp stopped moving.
“Did that finally kill it?” the little girl who smashed the wasps head asked.
Before they got their answer, the Wasp jerked and caused the woman on top to lose her balance and fall off. The wasp was pinned down by the spear but not yet dead.
“Why won't thith thing die!” the little girl lisped before a large shadow appeared over her. She turned and finally noticed Eva and screamed! She leapt away from the giant mantis, but Eva didn't pay her any mind.
Instead, Eve grabbed onto the wasps head as hard as she could and took one large bite out of its head. Finally killing it once and for all.
“Great, another monster!” the woman who fell off yelled as she leapt up and freed her spear from the wasp, ready to fight the new threat. But Blake shot an arrow at the woman's feet.
“Don't you touch her!” Blake yelled as he wondered just what the hell was happening.
The woman studied the man for a moment, then the mantis, before causing her spear to disappear. “Apologies. Insects don't have souls in the world I'm from.”
“So you're a hero from the other world then?”
“We're still trying to sort that out.”
part 3
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I decided to take the time to fill everybody in on what was going on, now that we weren't fighting for our lives as we made our way to the surface. I explained that they had all been pulled into this world where magic was real, half expecting them to freak out like I did when I first arrived.
but they surprised me when they weren fazed by any of this.
Tac, the beautiful woman with large breast, was a Cat-Woman from a place called the Magical Realm. She explained that she was a Handler in charge of the little girl from earlier named Kristine, whom she called a “Nursery Knight.”
Lily, the brown-haired girl wearing the ridiculous blue, pink, and purple outfit, was something called a Magical Girl. A name which immediately caught the attention of Tac who asked if she was also Nursery Knight too. But Lily had no idea what that was since she apparently just got her powers and hasn't really had a chance to figure out what they mean.
“You mean to tell me there are TWO Magical Girl teams running around in diapers?” Tac asked while being slightly revolted by the thought.
Lily blushed and tried to pull her short skirt down over her comically-huge diaper, to no avail.
Lucas, the dark-haired tall guy in the now-ruined suit, along with his girlfriend Julia are demon slayers. But they only get their powers when something called “the Angel Hunter” enters into their body, like a ghost. the reason he spazzed-out and collapsed earlier was because Angel Hunter left him to go find Julia.
Amani, the kid in the pajamas, claimed to be the “Protector of Dreamland.” But didn't really feel like going into many details.
“I still don't understand how all of you have magic. Magic’s not real on earth,” I stated while thinking of home.
Tac actually laughed at me “Of course there is. Have you been living under a rock your whole life?”
“To be fair,” Lucas interjected, “I didn't think magic was real until a few months ago when I met Angel Hunter and Julia.”
Lily nodded “And I didn't know until recently myself.”
I looked at Amani to see if he had anything to say. He shrugged, “I only became Prin- I mean learned of Dreamland about a month ago.”
Tac just looked at us like we all had 2 heads. “What? Does that mean there's more than one Earth? Because everyone knows about magic where I come from.”
Amani scratched his chin for a second. “Is it possible that we all came from different Earths?”
Everybody stopped to stare at each other.
“That actually makes sense.” Lucas replied “Angel Hunter would've known about things like Magical Girls and Catgirls or Dreamland. But she was just confused by all the weird magic going on around us during the fight. And believe me, confusing them is NOT easy!”
We were all finally reaching the outside when we heard some sort of loud screech from a ways away followed by a plume of flame rising up above the trees. Followed by what sounded like a fight.
“That's gotta be where Bab and the others are! Come on!” I yelled and started running towards the sound when Tac spoke up.
“Need I remind you that you and Little Miss Pottypants are the only fighters in our group?” Tac said as she pointed at Lily who looked absolutely mortified at what Tac called her. “And I don't feel like running through some woods on just some guess that that's where your friend is.”
“Your friend might be there too,” I replied.
“Maybe, but I'm not wasting my time chasing after a hunch,” Tac replied. “Besides, me and these other bastards are useless to you anyways.”
“Hey!” Lucas interjected, but she continued.
“We'd just get in the way,” Tac told me.
“So what are you suggesting we do? Sit around on our asses and do nothing!?” I asked.
“Mmmmm… pretty much. I'm sure those girls can handle themselves.” Tac stated as she sat down on a rock to wait. “Kristine will be back sooner or later. If not, she's going to get a hell of a spanking from me.”
“Fine! I'm going to find Bab. The rest of you can stay here!” I turned to Lily “You stay with them in case any more monsters show up.”
“O-Okay!” she nodded as I ran off to find Bab.
Tac looked Lily up and down “You know, if it wasn't for that diaper, you might just be my type.”
Lily’s face turned bright red and turned away from Tac.
As I was running into the woods, I heard another pair of feet running behind me. turning around I see Amani following me. “I thought you were staying behind?”
“Naw, can't stand bitches like that.” He replied. “Besides, I think Pardie might have disappeared with the girls, so I want to get him.”
“Gotcha. Say, what does Pardie look like anyway?” I asked.
“Uhhhhh, You'll know him when you see him.” He replied, avoiding eye contact.
Weird kid...
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After running a good distance into the forest, we get close to where we saw the flames from earlier and start looking around.
“You see anything?” I asked.
“No, but what's that sound?” Amani asked as I take a listen and hear what sounds like a whimper.
Following it a bit, we walk through some bushes and see someone on the ground surrounded by slimes!
“Frost wave!” I yelled as I rush over and wave my arm in front of me that sent a wave of freezing air towards the slimes. Not enough to kill them, but cold enough to make them back off and start to retreat.
“ALEX!” the girl on the ground cried out as I realize it was Bab! tears were streaming down her face.
“Bab!” I cried out as I freeze the stuff holding her down and shatter it to free her.
As soon as she got up, she leaped onto me and hugged me, mostly just relieved I saved her from the slimes. Her biggest fear.
As soon as she was calm, I looked her up and down.
“What are you wearing? I asked.
“*Sniff* Oh, umm…”
“HOW ARE YOU WEARING PARDIE?” Amani suddenly shouted. A look of shock on his face.
“What?” I asked confused.
Before anyone could answer, a strange voice spoke from somewhere “That is the real Princess of Dreamland.”
I began looking around in surprise “who said that!?”
Bab blushed “F-from my butt…”
“huh?”
“Pardie!” Amani shouted again “How is she wearing you? I thought I was the only one who could put you on?”
“Normally that is correct, Princess. But this world seems to be interfering with my magical functions, going by slightly different rules.”
“Wait,” I said standing back up “Is Pardie… the diaper?”
Amani’s red cheeks were answer enough. “It wasn't my fucking idea, okay!”
“SISSY! ALEX!” shouted a praying mantis as it came from the treeline. we assumed it to be Eva as she charged towards us, followed by Blake, the blue-haired cultist lady, and two other girls I remembered from the cultists’ lair.
“OH SHIT!” Amani screamed.
“Relax, she's a friend.” I tell him.
Blake jumped down in front of Eva to keep her from running us over “EVA STOP!”
She stopped in her tracks.
“YOU!” Bab screamed at the two other girls I gathered to be Kristine and Julia. “You left me stuck to the fucking ground!”
“We had bigger pwobwems to deal wiff!” Kristine shouted back.
“Wait, you understand her?” I asked confused as to how that was even possible. But before I could get my answer, the other woman stepped forward.
“Now that you are together again, I must look into something,” Julia said ignoring my question. Her piercing eyes rested on me, “Look after Julia for me or you will die by my hands when I return.”
And then she suddenly let out a cry and went down on her hands and knees, gasping for breath much like Lucas was earlier.
“Umm… the hell was that all about?” Blake asked.
I wasn’t even sure where to begin “Ugh, let's just get back to the cultists’ lair and maybe Lucas can explain it to you.”
“I could teweport uth back there,” Kristine lisped “If I knew where it wath.”
I pointed in the direction we came from “It's about over their. You can just barely make out the castle they use-”
But she was gone when I turned back to where she had been standing.
“D-did I just get Batmanned by a little girl?” I asked and looked at Bab who had no idea what I meant.
Just as I finished saying that she re-appeared where she had been standing “Alwight, I can get uth there now.”
“WAIT WHAT!” I yelled. “How the? what the?” I was just trying to wrap my head around what she just did when blake grabbed my shoulder.
“Don't worry, I was confused too.” Blake told me.
“I'll expwain later.” she held out her hand “Evewybody gwab onto me.”
“Sorry but Eva and I have to-” Blake started to say when Eva placed one of her mantis arms gently on the little girl's shoulder and one on Blakes, just as they all vanished.
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When we all got back I expected to find Tac lying on the same rock as before with Lucas and Lily both taking a well-deserved breather. But that's not at all what we saw.
Lily was fighting with some kind of goat monster!
It was covered in dark grey fur from head to hooves, standing upright like a man at nearly 8-feet tall. It also had bat-like wings sprouting from its back and its “hands” were more like claws than hooves.
“JULIA!” Lucas exclaimed as he rushed over to meet his girlfriend who met him halfway and hugged him.
This, unfortunately, caught the attention of the monster who looked over at us with its fiery red eyes, rising into the air on its black wings.
“Shit! Looks like we're in for another fight!” I said drawing my sword.
“I've got thith!” Kristine yelled before teleporting over to the monster to whack it with a mace that looked like a giant rattle.
The monster was hit hard and staggered a bit but was still ready to fight and roared at Kristine!
She appeared right in front of the monster again ready to attack, when she was hit by a stray energy blast from Lily! this knocked Kristine off balance and allowed the monster to punch her with enough force to send her crashing into the ground like a meteor!
“Eeeeep! S-sorry!” Lily called out.
“Master! I know the perfect form to kill this monster!” Eva said happily as she started to charge.
Blake’s eyes went wide “EVA NO-”
But it was already too late as she shifted back into her human form and let out a cry of agony before falling to the ground clutching her stomach “AHHHHHHHHHH! MASTER IT BURNS!”
“Eva I told you not to shift forms until… LOOK OUT!”
The monster swooped towards Eva for a kill, but was knocked off course by a gust of wind from Blake, a blast of ice from me, and a jet of bubbles from the blue-haired chick.
what was her name again?
“Haha! Insolent beast! You thought you could profane the Holy Land without facing the wrath of Esmeralda Glory?”
Oh yeah. That was it.
“We need to get Eva to safety!” Blake told us.
“Okay here's the plan,” Lucas began “Everyone with magic powers, fight the Jersey Devil. Everyone else, help me drag Eva away from the fighting.”
“Do I have too...” Tac moaned.
“NOW!” And with that Lucas began Dragging the still-screaming Eva away followed by Julia, Amani, Tac and Bab.
“Bab, where are you going?” I asked.
She turned back to me “My magic isn't working thanks to this STUPID PINK DIAPER!” she yelled before following the others.
“Grat,” I mumbled as I turn back to the monster.
This now leave me, Blake, Esmeralda, and Lily to deal with the monster.
*********
By the time Lucas and Amani had dragged Eva to safety, she had passed out from the pain of the poison. “Julia, where is Angel Hunter?” Lucas asked.
“Oh, she uh, had to leave…”
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE HAD TO LEAVE!?”
“Guys focus!” Bab stomped her foot “Lucas, what did you call that thing back there?”
“The Jersey Devil. It's a Cryptid from my world.”
Amani raised an eyebrow “What's a cryptid?”
“In my world Cryptids are usually angels or demons that have found a way to take physical form.”
“Alright, how do you kill them?” Bab asked.
“You don't. Unless you're an Angel Hunter. But ours apparently had better things to do right now!” Lucas began pacing angrily. “Where the hell did she go anyway?”
Julia looked off towards the setting sun. “She went to get some answers.”
He stopped his pacing. “You mean…?”
“We're wasting time!” Amani yelled snapping everyone out of their collective stupor. “Pardie, if she is wearing you, does that make her the Princess? Can't she use the relics?”
“that is correct, Princess.” the diaper answered. “However, I believe her small stature would make her an unsuitable combatant.”
“Hey!” Bab yelled but was ignored.
“But SHE'S the one wearing you! Is there anything she can do?”
“I don't make the rules, Princess.”
“Ugh! You're so fucking useless!” Amani kicked a wall in frustration.
“Look who’s talking.” Tac commented but was ignored.
“Alright, that's enough!” Bab said, “I don't understand what's going on or how any of this is even possible, but what I DO know is that 2 of my friends are out there fighting for their lives and I'm not just gonna stand here and do nothing!” She looked down at the diaper. “tell us how we can fight the Jersey Devil.”
“Princess can still use all of the relics normally. But it will drain your magic reserves instead of theirs.”
“Really?” Amani asked.
“Yes, Princess.”
A smile crept its way onto Bab’s face. “This could work! You can go out there and fight that Devil!”
Amani grinned ear to ear “And for once I won't be dressed like a sissy while I'm fighting! Hell yes!”
Bab looked over at Tac, Julia and Lucas. “You two stay here with Eva. Without any weapons or powers, you wouldn't last long.”
“You don't have to tell me twice,” Tac said laying down in the sunlight and closing her eyes.
“Alright, where are these relics you were talking about?” Bab asked.
Amani immediately blushed. “I'm very sorry about this…”
“Sorry about wha-aaAHHH HEY!” Amani quickly spun Bab around, put his hand on the back of her diaper. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU-” Before she could finish Amani's hand disappeared into the pink heart of the diaper before pulling out a long shiny sword out of the diaper! Then reaching back in pulled out a building block.
Everyone just stared in disbelief at what they saw!
“Ok. you stay here with them!” Amani shouted as he ran towards the battle.
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I charged towards the monster and took a swing at its head and it actually grabbed my sword in its claw! It raised its other claw to take a swipe at me but as it brought its talons down towards me it stopped to catch an arrow fired by Blake! But it was enough of a distraction for Lily to blast it's forearm. It yelped in pain and loosened its grip on my sword enough for me to yank it free, slicing its palm in the process.
I tried to take another swing at its hand which was now glowing a whitish-blue for some reason. But it kicked me with a hoofed-foot hard enough to knock the wind out of me and send me flying back. Thankfully Lily was their to catch me.
“T-thanks.” I tell her panting.
Esmeralda shot a stream of bubbles at the monster, but it simply used one of its wings to block it like a shield. Blake shot another arrow, but it smacked it out of the air with its other wing. I knew we had to do something about those wings if we were going to take this thing down!
Just then it lunged at me and Lily like a panther and we just barely managed to roll to the side to avoid its pounce. Now was my chance! “TUNDRA!” I yelled using what little ice magic I had left to freeze its soaking-wet wing solid. That threw it off-balance enough that it couldn't dodge a volley of three arrows from Blake and had to take those in its other wing. And with Esmeralda now spraying it in the face with water bubbles someone ran up and leaped into the air.
Screaming his head off, Amani cut the frozen wing off!
The wing shattered into chunks of ice and black smoke. But before Amani could regain he footing the beast let out a cry of pain and spun around smacking him with its other wing hard enough to knock him on his back before charging at Blake!
Even missing a wing the monster was insanely fast and Blake had to use wind magic to evade. But he wasn't fast enough and the monster managed to snag his bowstring with its claw causing it to snap! Which unfortunately threw him off balance and let the monster grab Blake by the throat and pin him to the ground, unhinging its jaw like a snake ready to bite Blakes face off!
I wasn’t gonna be able to reach him in time to fight the creature off with my sword! Thankfully Lily behind me Blasted the creature in the head and forced it to look at us and snarl.
But while it was focused on me and Lily, Blake grabbed an arrow from his quiver and stabbed the monster right in the eye! It let out an unholy scream of pain before Blake used wind magic to blast it off of him. He rolled to his feet clutching his throat and gasping for breath when I finally reached him. “Blake! You okay?”
He coughed and sputtered “Yeah… but I'm out of magic.”
“Great. That makes two of us.” I tell him.
“Fear not, young warriors!” Esmeralda cried, “I shall dispatch this fiend!”
By now the monster had gotten to its feet, screamed at us and charged towards Esmeralda who created a giant water bubble on the head of her staff which swirled and spun, getting smaller and smaller until it was only an inch or two in diameter. And when the goat-monster got close enough to slash at Esmeralda she just touched its chest and there was a massive explosion of water! The force was enough to send the monster flying through a brick wall as well as soak all five of us from head to toe.
“Haha! You thought you could stand against Esmeralda Glory and still triumph? Foolish beast! No more shall you profane the Holy Land with your filth! So says I; Esmeralda Glor-” before she could finish boasting, a brick came flying out of the cloud of dust and rubble that used to be a wall and knocked her out cold.
The beast stepped out of the cloud and for the first time I got a good look at just how much damage we'd caused it. Its left eye was replaced by a glowing green radiating fracture like a stone thrown at a car windshield. Three similar marks were on its left wing where Blake had shot it with arrows. It's chest also had a large crack in it, but it was glowing dark blue. And the slice on its claw was still covered in bluish-white light. And while I didn't notice them before its whole body had several purple dots all over it.
“If years of video games have taught me anything, it's that the glowing spots are weak points.” I say.
“Years of what?” Blake asked.
“Nevermind, just aim for the glowing bits!” I held my sword in both hands.
“With what? He broke my bow!” Blake reminded me.
“Shit!” I yelled.
The monster charged at us and I readied myself for a tough fight, but before it reached us it ran headfirst into a wall of… transparent building blocks?
It was then that I noticed Amani standing off to the side with his sword in one hand and a strange block in the other.
“Come get me you fucking bastard!” he yelled.
The monster screeched and charged at Amani. I ran after it, but there was no way I was gonna catch it before it mauled the poor kid! But as the creature got close Amani ducked down and more of those transparent blocks appeared around him creating a protective cube. The monster slashed and punched at the cube, but couldn't break through it.
With it distracted, Lily appeared behind the monster and using all her energy blasted the monster in the back!
It screamed in agony, but its pain wouldn't last long as Amani came out of his protective cube and cut the monster in half above the waist! Rivers of pink light quickly covered its entire body in both directions as the two halves of its body hit the ground and the whole beast turned to ash and sulfur.
Finaly we fucking won!
*************
Angel Hunter had followed her divine senses to the greatest power in this world. Here, the two greatest forces of this world had gathered together and cloaked themselves in a swirling maelstrom of black storm clouds. In her own world opposing forces of this magnitude have not coexisted in the same place for thousands of years. Not since humanity had first been brought into the world. The thought was enough to sow great fear in the demon’s heart. And the fact that she was a trespasser in their world only served to magnify the dread that enveloped her.
She had to play this right if she hoped to get out of this alive.
The demon fell to her knees and bowed low to the ground. “Lords of this realm. I have come to you in hopes of finding favor in your eyes.”
Lightning flashed and thunder pealed. But concealed within the cacophony were voices she could make out.
“It was never my intention to trespass. I was brought here against my will, along with several others.”
The two forces affirmed that they had felt a disturbance in their game.
“We do not wish to disrupt your game. That is why I have come to request your permission to return to our respective worlds.”
The lightning crackled angrily and was answered by cool, almost soothing rumblings from the thunder. It seemed the god in thunder was more sympathetic towards the demon and her plight than the lightning was.
They argued back and forth before finally reaching an agreement to send Angel hunter back.
“Wait!” Angel hunter yelled and felt a sense of dread wash over her from speaking to the gods like that. “Please wait. My host is still on your world and i can not leave her or her mate.”
The two gods seemed to clash once more as thunder and lightning flashed and crackled until yet another agreement was made. at sunset the gods would use their powers to charge the crystal that brought them here to send them back. But if Angel Hunter failed to bring her companions back to the crystal at the appointed time she would be banished back to her world alone, lest their presence here disrupt the gods’ game.
“Thank you, Your judgment is fair and wise. I shall return at once to my companions and gather them at the crystal.”
With one final boom of thunder and lightning she spread her wings and took flight back towards Julia and Lucas.
*************
After that tough fight, we decided to make a campfire to help dry those of us who got soaked by Esmeralda as the sun would be going down soon.
Once the fire was going and everyone gathered around it the first thing I did was make sure our wounded were being taken care of. Blake had already retrieved Eva and held her by the campfire with a blanket wrapped around her naked body. She was unconscious, but even I could see the slight smile on her face from being so close to Blake.
Esmeralda was also fine. She had a big gash on her forehead from where the brick hit her, but Lucas and Julia were happy to help her bandage it up once I gave them some bandages from my Storage.
“It's not that bad, though you might have a scar from this,” Lucas warned her.
“You have my humble gratitude.” Esmeralda told them, “but thanks to my wonderful healing I shall not have so much as a blemish on my royal face come morning.
I rolled my eyes on hearing that but ignored it.
I was starting to wonder who was taking care of Kristine when I looked over and saw her being held by a giant Teddy Bear! Lucas, Amani, and Lily were also shocked until Bab quickly filled me us in on who “Mr. Bear” was. I couldn’t help but chuckle as it pulled out a baby bottle and started feeding the half-conscious Kristine like an infant. Though I noticed Julia and Bab kept giving it funny looks.
Once everyone was settled I decided it was time to take Pardie off of Bab and give it (him?) Back to Amani. But Bab wasn't too thrilled about the idea. “I can't believe I'm saying this, but can't I wear the diaper just a little bit longer? I like being able to talk and use my hands and not piss myself all the time!”
“For all I care you can keep it,” Amani told her. “You can be the new Princess of Dreamland and I can go back to my normal life. Everyone's happy!”
“Incorrect, Princess.” Pardie told him. “The magical distortion in this world will not extend to Dreamland. There is no telling what might happen if you or I attempted to return unconnected.”
Amani shrugged “Too bad. Not my problem anymore.”
“It could wind up forcing the disconnection between us and thus ripping away most of your life span,” Pardie said rather ominously.
“What!” Amani shouted before slapping his forehead with his hand. “Fine! Get over here you stupid diaper!”
“What does that-” Bab was about to say before the left tape on Pardie came off.
She was engulfed in pink smoke and was back in her normal clothes, and she quickly scrambled to keep the diaper in place “WAIT, WAIT! I NEED TO CHANGE!”
The tape reattached itself.
“Umm, is she speaking in tongues or something?” Lucas asked. I had to explain Bab’s curse before translating what she had said and leading her away for a diaper change.
By the time we got back Tac was eyeing Julia up like a piece of meat. “You look tense, Julia. Luckily I know just the thing that can take the edge off,”
It was clear Julia was very uncomfortable. “I do yoga…”
“Why don't we go somewhere more private and you can show me just how well you stretch?” she said suggestively.
Julia and Lucas both gasped at the brash suggestion. “I have a boyfriend!”
“Yeah! She has me!”
Tac didn't seem to care. “Sorry, I'm not into guys. But he can watch if he wants? I don't mind an audience.”
Nearly everyone was stunned silent “I-I’m straight…” Julia finally squeaked out.
“So is spaghetti, until it gets wet.” Tac winked and moved in closer. But Lucas shoved her away “Listen here, lady!”
She raised her hand and claws popped out of her fingertips “Put your hand on me again and you won't get it back!”
I was about to step in when Lily stood up “Will you two stop fighting!”
They both stopped and looked at her and she immediately became timid. “I mean... please?”
“Maybe if you got rid of that diaper you could join in too.” Tac suggested with a wink.
“Knock it off,” Blake told them. “We have more important issues right now.”
“Now what could be more important than my pleasure?” Tac said licking her lips.
“How about finding the cultists that escaped?” Blake suggested.
“Wait, the cultists escaped?” I asked.
“There were cultists?” asked Amani.
“Hunting down cultists sounds like work.” Tac quipped “I'll pass.”
Blake explained the whole situation with the giant wasp that destroyed the cart and set the cultists free. “Normally Eva could track them easily, but…” He looked down at the unconscious woman in his arms. “Obviously that isn't happening anytime soon.”
I swore under my breath. “By nightfall they'll be spread out too far to track! We have to go searching for them!”
“What's the point?” Bab asked. “All the really dangerous monsters come out at night. So most of them will probably be dead by morning anyway.” and I translated for her.
As much as Blake and I hated to admit it, she was right. Finding the cultists now would be almost impossible not to mention dangerous, since most of us were either exhausted or wounded.
Eva moaned groggily in his lap. “Master…”
He smiled down at Eva and stroked her cheek softly “Welcome back, Eva. How are you feeling?”
Her only response was to whine and burrow into his shoulder. Unfortunately Tac was already making her approach and I could already tell what was on her mind “Oh good! Sleeping Beauty is awake. Perhaps once she's had a little time-”
A bolt of electricity was fired right in front of tac and cut her off.
“I will end your life if you finish that sentence,” Bab warned her, protective of her little sister.
“Whatever she said, add me with her,” Blake said as he held Eva closer to him.
“Ugh! You people are no fun!” She sat back down grumpily. “Is there at least a bar or something nearby?”
“The nearest town is 20 miles away. You'd never make it before nightfall.” Blake told her.
Tac’s response was a long drawn-out “Uggghhhhhh!!!” before she flopped on her back. “This foreign realm sucks!”
Tac’s groaning was followed by similar noises from Kristine who was just now waking up in Mr. Bear’s arms “Mmmrrraauughgh Tac what'th wrong now-” As she opened her eyes and took in her surroundings she must've realized that everyone was seeing her in a rather embarrassing position because her eyes went wide and she started stammering “I-I-I…”
“It's okay, Kristine.” I cut her off “your not the only one diapered already. Nobody's judging you.”
Those who had diapers were now blushing thanks to that.
“And it's not like we have any grounds to make fun of you,” Lucas said “Hasn't anyone else noticed the one thing that's similar about us?”
Everyone was silent for a moment before I looked at everyone finally put it together. “Diapers.”
He nodded. “That can't be just a coincidence, right?”
“Then how do you explain me being here?” Tac asked “I certainly don't wear diapers.”
“Neither do I,” Lucas responded “But Julia dose.”
“Wait, you too! Did diapers turn into the next fashion choice!” tac yelled in exasperation and made Julia blush harder.
“I was brought here with Julia and you were brought here with Kristine.” Lucas said “Maybe we just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time when the crystal summoned them or something?”
“So what are you suggesting?” Tac asked “That these cultists made a crystal designed to summon diapered warriors from across the multiverse?”
Lucas paused for a moment “Well when you put it that way it does sound ridiculous.”
“Not necessarily.” I say as I remember the fight with the cultist. “bab, didn't you fall on it just before it summoned them?”
Bab thought about it and realised what I did.
“Your diapered butt must have acted as a beacon to summon them. And possibly whoever was close to them at that moment.”
Amani chuckled “What is this? A bad diaper Crossover episode?”
Everyone got a good laugh out of that one. After that, things actually felt a lot more relaxed as if the tension had been broken. We ate, drank, and laughed together for what felt like hours. Those of us from the different versions of Earth started comparing our realities to see what was the same and what was different. It seemed most of use were actually from almost identical Earths except for Kristine who lived on an Earth where magic was common knowledge. But even though we were all from different worlds we could all relate on a lot of the same levels. I almost started to feel a little homesick, but then I remembered Bab and all the friends I've made and the adventures I've had here and that helped me shrug it off a bit.
As the sun began to set and the sky turned to twilight, I began to suggest we head to the now abandoned castle and rest for the night when Julia suddenly threw herself one the ground with a loud cry and started shaking. Most of us were startled and worried until Lucas said “Oh, Angel Hunter’s back.”
“What the hell?” I yelled worried until Julia stopped shaking and stood up.
She looked around the campfire with a far more serious expression on her face than she'd had for the past few hours. “Good, everyone is here. Come. We must return to the Crystal that summoned us.”
“Wait why?” Amani asked confused.
“To go back from whence we have come.” Julia, or angel hunter, replied.
“It doesn't work that easily.” Bab replied and I translated.
“Perhaps not, but I have brokered a deal with the gods of this world and they have agreed to send us back at sunset.”
“You spoke to the gods!?” Bab asked in confusion, but was overshadowed by excitement from the rest of the of the party.
“We're going home?”
“Well that was easy!”
“Thank goodness! Get me out of this shithole.”
“Jutht wike that? What’th the catch?”
That last remark from Kristine caught Julia’s attention “the ‘catch’ is that anyone who doesn't go through the Crystal will be stuck in this world and must find their own way back..”
That statement hung heavy in the air for a moment.
“Well what are we waiting for?” Amani said as he stood up. “Let's go to the Crystal!” and with that he ran off towards the secret chamber as the rest of us followed him.
Running down the long pathway back down below the earth until we reached the secret room the cult used. But when we got there, we all stopped in our tracks at what we saw.
Where the Crystal had once been there was now a massive, pulsating structure made of some kind of greyish material that gave off a sort of rainbow aura like when sunlight hits water just right.
“Umm, are summoning Crystals supposed to do that?” Lucas asked.
“I don't… think so?” I looked over at Bab who shook her head in confirmation.
“Tho what do we-” Kristine was about to ask before part of the weird structure cracked and rainbow flames started shooting out! Then another part. Then another part!
“RUN FOR IT!” I yelled at everyone, taking Bab’s hand and booking it back outside.
Everyone else seemed to sense the danger as well because they all started running too. In fact, some of them were faster than me! Julia, and Lily, practically flew up the stairs with their enhanced speed. Kristine and Tac were, of course, already outside when we exited the chamber. Lucas, Esmeralda, and Amani were only just barely behind me.
We had all put about thirty yards distance between us and the entrance to the secret chamber when we all heard and felt a huge explosion behind us! We must've been just barely outside the deadly blast radius because the force was just enough to knock us off our feet without causing any real damage.
I turned around to see what carnage lay behind us. Everything looked like it was moving in slow motion as a huge black dragon with six green dragonfly-like wings and two stripes of multi-colored scales running down the length of its body on either side was rising up out of a funnel of rocks and debris that looked like it was suspended in midair! I stared in unbelief at what I was seeing until the dragon darted to the left and all the debris started falling.
Fuck! We were gonna be crushed!
“GET DOWN!” I yelled as I dove on top of Bab, bracing for what could very well be a fatal impact.
“PARDIE!” Amani screamed.
But instead of being pelted with rocks and boulders I heard the sound of debris hitting something above us. Looking up I saw Amani had created a protective dome using the same blocks as before around us! With him now wearing the same frilly pink outfit Bab was wearing earlier.
We all looked up at him in gratitude. All of us, except for Tac who was staring at the dragon now flying around the compound.
“That's a… a Chaos Eater!” she said with a dread-filled voice. “We are so fucked.”
“Why? What’th a Chaoth Eater?” Kristine lisped.
“They're powerful creatures who feed on Primal Magic. The kind your powers come from.”
“I take it that's bad?” I asked.
“Bad? BAD!? That thing shouldn't even be able to exist outside the Primal Chaos!”
We all just stared at her.
“UGH!” she sighed in exasperation “imagine a creature that can survive living in the center of the sun. Now multiply that by 1000. That's basically a Chaos Eater.”
“Fuck.” Amani said for all of us.
“We need to run and hide NOW!” Tac started moving away before Julia stepped in front of her “Not so fast. We're not going anywhere.”
“The hell we-” Tac started to say but was interrupted by Julia again.
“That creature has somehow absorbed the summoning Crystal. So we must kill it. Otherwise we might as well fall on our swords now and save the gods the trouble.”
“She's wight, Tac.” Kristine said hefting her rattle-mace.
The Dragon roared from the skies above us.
“Fuck this!” Tac screamed and I felt something brush up against my leg. by the time I realized it was Tac in a cat form running past me she had already disappeared into the woods.
“Whatever, we didn't need her anyway.” Blake said as he pulled out his now-restrung bow.
“Ok, if you guys won't run, neither will I.” I said as I pulled out my sword. “Lets go!”
Bab’s hands sparked with electricity.
Eva snarled up at the dragon. Her stomach now growling
Julia summoned her white shortsword and a pair of ethereal wings sprouted from her back.
Amani took out a block in one hand and some kind of pink staff in the other.
Lily tightened her grip on her staff and Kristine did the same with her mace.
Lucas backed away slowly “Umm, I'm gonna go hide in the woods with the cat. Have fun with your dragon!” and with that he retreated into the woods.
The Dragon landed in the large clearing at the center of the compound and let out a thunderous roar that shook the ground. it ACTUALLY shook the ground! And on top of that storm clouds began to gather above us in what was a clear sky a minute ago.
“I got thith!” Kristine said before teleporting to the dragon where she began raining powerful blows all over its body. First the head, then the front-left claw, then one of its wings, the face again, and while the dragon did flinch with each blow, it seemed to only be getting annoyed rather than hurt and after the sixth or so strike, it smashed its claw down on top of her pinning her to the ground! We all began running towards her, but there was no way we would reach her in time!
“MITHTER BEAR I NEED YOU!” She screamed out and her giant teddy bear appeared and lifted the dragon’s claw up long enough for her to teleport away before the stuffed bear started growing even larger and punched the dragon in the face!
Kristine landed in front of us clutching her sides and breathing hard “Fuck! It felt wike it was dwaining my enewgy!” she said as we all looked up in time to see the dragon tearing the head off Mister Bear!
“You stay back and catch your breath, Kristine.” I tell her “Give us a chance to deal some damage.”
Just then Eva leapt into the air and transformed into her Wyvern form! Although her form wasn't quite as big as the dragon’s. The two monsters roared at each other before colliding in a tangle of scales, claws, wings, teeth!
Which gave the rest of us the distraction we needed to get a few good hits in!
Julia was darting around slashing and stabbing at the dragon from above.
Both Bab and Esmeralda stayed back a bit with Bab throwing lightning bolts which were aided by Esmeralda covering the dragon in water with her bubble attacks.
While Lily and Blake were shooting it with magic blasts and arrows. But I couldn't tell how effective they were.
Amani raised his staff and yelled “TSIF ENOTS!” casing some of the rubble nearby gathered together into a giant fist and punched the dragon!
As for me, I didn't want to get in between the dragon and Eva, so I mainly focused on its legs.
“Don't let up! We're winning!” I shouted as I slashed at one of the dragon's legs.
At least that's what I thought before its wings started to glow brighter before six continuous streams of lightning came down from the sky and began charging the dragon with energy!
I didn't even get a to yell for people to take cover before I felt searing pain all over my body and everything went black.
When my vision started clearing I was lying on the ground at least fifty feet from the dragon. I couldn’t move. I couldn't think. I just watched as it breathed these weird green flames all over Eva and she twisted and writhed as her wyvern form started rapidly changing. She grew antlers, then her claws turned into tentacles, then her tail grew a serpent’s head. Whatever the dragon was doing to her was affecting her transformation magic! Every second a new body part grew somewhere it wasn't supposed to be until the flames stopped and Eva collapsed to the ground in A strange amalgamate monster form.
As I tried to pull myself to my feet a blur of pink rushed past me. Amani! He must've shielded himself from the lightning!
“Pardie! Give me the sword!” Amani yelled as he shouted another spell to launch him up into the air! Amni pulled the sword out of the diaper and held both it and his staff close to each other. “STAR GLAVE!”
The two weapons began to glow and merge until he was holding a staff with a large sword on the end.
The glave erupted into pink flames as Amani fall onto the dragon's face and he began slashing at it to distract it from Eva.
Kristine appeared next to me and helped me to stand up. I was starting to get the feeling back in my limbs, but right now I could barely do more than stand “Are you alwight?” she asked.
“Get… Eva…” I coughed and lost my balance, falling to one knee. But she was already gone, hopefully to do what I told her.
By now Blake had reached Eva and knelt down to see if she was alright.
“Eva! Eva are you alright?” Blake asked her as she let out a grown in the strange monster form.
Blake grits his teeth and turned to glare at the roaring dragon trying to knock Amani off its face.
“I'm going to kill that thing!” Blake shouted as he stood up and crossed his arms over his chest to make an X. “CROSS…”
Before he could finish, Kristine appeared behind him and grabbed onto both him and Eva. teleporting them back where she found them earlier before she returned back to the fight.
I turned my attention back to Amani who was actually holding his own against the dragon! He nimbly dodged its claws and jaws with inhuman speed, slashing at the dragon and sending waves of fire, water, air, and sand with his glave at the beast. Then he plunged his blade into the ground and a burst of flame shot up from under the dragon, causing it to rear back on its hind legs before Amani leapt towards it to stab it in the heart! But the dragon’s wings, brimming with power once again, flexed and blew Amani back with a powerful gust of wind. He actually landed not far from me and I could tell he looked a bit more feminine than he did before. It almost looked like he was developing breasts!
"Fuck! I thought I had him!" Amani said in a slightly higher voice than usual.
It was then that I felt my body began to feel a lot better and looking behind me to see Bab using her healing ability on me.
"Good idea. Healing seems like the better idea for now. After seeing what that monster can do with lightning I don't want you throwing any more bolts at it."
She frowned, but nodded in agreement. She generally preferred to be on the offensive and was not used to Healing but for now there was no other option.
I looked around and saw the others staggering to their feet.
“Thow is a tearable beast! But even you shall fall by the might of my power!” Esmeralda shouted at the dragon as she began forming a massive water bubble.
That's when im reminded of the way my ice magic interacts with water. Looking around i see plenty of water on the ground from Esmeralda’s other attacks. And i have an idea!
“Hit it with everything you got!” I shout to Esmeralda as i charge towards the dragon.
The dragon’s chest began to glow red as it's head rose up, ready to breath a column of flame. But as it opened its mouth the massive water bubble shot into its throat, quenching the flames and leaving the dragon sputtering smoke.
while it was distracted I froze all the water around me to save on magick and created an Ice Wall to form a ramp which I used to jump onto the monster’s back!
What I hadn't anticipated was just how hard it was to keep your balance on a dragon's back when its scales are slick with water from the bubble attacks! I had to brace myself against one of the wings to avoid falling off. "FUCK THIS WAS A BAD IDEA!"
But when I grabbed onto the wing I could tell it felt different than the body. It was smooth and a little bit spongy.
A weak spot! Finally!
I stabbed my sword into the base of its wings and channeled as much ice magic as I could through the blade.
The dragon reacted immediately, turning its head to face me.
“Oh fuck me!” I shout as the dragons mouth shot towards me!
But Julia flew in out of nowhere and stabbed it in the eye! It let out a roar of pain as its head thrashed around, once again too distracted to stop me from what I was doing.
I looked down at the base of the wing and saw the discoloration from the ice radiated out at least 3 feet in all directions and decided now was my chance. I pulled my sword out, and with a mighty roar of fury I swung at the base of the wing! which, as expected, shattered like glass! The dragon let out an ear-piercing wail and reared up on its hind legs, flinging me off its back like a catapult. "AHHHHHHHHHHHH"
But a hand caught my arm and Julia safely lowered me down onto the ground. "That was very brave of you," She told me with a slight smile.
Before I could come up with a response I saw the dragon's five-remaining wings begin to glow a deep violet color.
"Shit! Get down!" This time I was able to dive behind a boulder and Julia did the same, hoping it would be enough to shield us from whatever it was doing.
If yellow meant lightning I had no clue what the fuck purple would do! But we were about to find out.
There was a flash of purple light and suddenly I felt like there was an elephant standing on top of me! I collapsed to the ground under the crushing weight, barely able to breath. Julia and Kristine were both struggling to stand even with their enhanced strength.
"It's… amplifying… the gravity…" Julia grunted trying to take a few steps forward towards the dragon.
Kristine, however, took on a sly grin. "Oh weally? Well wets see how he wikes it!" And with that she teleported away.
A moment later we all heard a thunderous crash before the weight was lifted and the dragon crumpled. Kristine teleported above the dragon and used tossed her wepion at the dragion! turning it into a high-velocity missile!
She re-appeared next to us and immediately cried out, collapsing to the ground exsosted. "Fuck! I fink I bwoke my wappon!"
"Yes you did. But did it work?" Julia said, her eyes fixed on the dragon. It was completely motionless.
"I think we killed it-" I started to say only to see the dragon began to glow again and its missing wing started to grow back!
"No no no no NO! Why won't this thing just die!" Amani yelled.
"We need to hit it harder. Take it out in a single blow." Julia said.
"Good idea. HOW THE HELL DO WE DO THAT?" I shouted at her. “Go super saiyan? Turn into a giant? Oh, I know! Let's combine the Megazord!”
I grabbed my face in frustration. I knew being a sarcastic ass at the moment wasn't helping, but that thing was already half healed and it took everything we had! What else can we do!?
“Wait, that actually sounds like a good idea.” Julia said with a strange, almost sinister grin. Her eyes glowing crimson. "We must combine our power."
“Huh,” Lily asks as she looked at Julia.
“Theoretically it is possible.” Pardie comments. “After analyzing all your abilities I believe I've come up with a plan.”
“How?” Amani asks.
“Angel hunter and I could, in theory, give someone our power and enhance them as much as possible. Also, miss Lily’s magic is similar to mine that I may be able to absorb it and redirect it into one attack.” Pardie tells us.
“I guess it's all up to you Amani,” Lily said as she looks back at the dragon, now almost completely healed.
“No, the princess is not capable of such a feat,” Pardie told us.
“Wait, if not me, then who?” Amani asks.
“Sir Alex,” Pardie tells up.
“Whoa, What? There's no way I can do that!” I tell the diaper. “If anything Julia would be a better choice! She’s already one of the strongest here.”
“No, the diaper is right,” Julia says as she looks at me. “My host's body is not a full combatant without me. Should I use you as my host, my combat capabilities would be much better.”
“And should I enhance you further, we might just have enough power to kill the dragon.”
I didn't like the way it said that "I uh…"
She continued "We do not have time to delay. Allow me to possess you and put on Pardie. That may give us the edge we need to finish this."
One of the dragon's claws dug into the earth as it began to stand once again.
We were out of time and out of options.
I gritted my teeth and took a deep breath, resigning myself to whatever fate had for me. "Do it."
Julia’s body shivered violently before she began collapsing. Thankfully Lily caught her before she hit the ground.
Immediately it felt like I'd been set on fire! My whole body burned, my vision went red and I collapsed to the ground. I would've screamed, but the breath had all been snatched from my lunges. Then I heard a female voice in my head which I knew to be the demons.
"Fear not. The pain shall pass. Just focus on our goal: slaying the dragon." Angel hunter said in my mind.
“Fuck!” I shout in pain for a moment but sure enough, the pain began to reduce, and was soon replaced by a surge of power!
"Amani, give me the diaper," I say while undoing my belt
Immediately Pardie flew off Amani, covering him in pink smoke and giving him back his original clothes as it attached itself over my underwear. Engulfing me into a pink cloud of smoke.
As the smoke cleared, everyone just stared at me.
“Wow…” Amani said stunned.
“I wasn't expecting that,” Lily says as she sets Julia down.
“A-Alex?” Bab said stunned. “You're, you're a woman!”
There I stood. A tall woman with long curly red hair and big breasts. I wasn't wearing the same outfit Amani was wearing, but a beautiful red and white dress that still showed off my diaper.
And what was the strangest of all, I was completely calm with it.
“Don't think of anything else. Just focus on killing that thing.” Angel hunter said in my mind and was undoubtedly the one keeping me from freaking out.
“This form will be permanent in 5 minutes,” Pardie tells me. “But if we don't kill it before then or it won't matter either way.”
“Lily,” I say in my new effeminate voice. “Give me as much magic as you can. I'm going to take it out in one shot.”
She nods and begins firing as much of her energy as she can. Sure enough, Pardie began absorbing it.
I reached my hand into the back of the diaper and pulled out Amani's sword--a feat that would've been impossible had Angel Hunter not observed Amani do it before.
I then held out my own sword and had Angel hunter summon her own white sword to float between the two.
I held three swords in my hands; My sword, Angel Hunter’s angelic white sword, and Amani's pink sword. All three of which had the capacity for transformation. A broad smile spread across my face as I brought the swords together and in a blinding flash of light, they formed into one sword. If you could even call a column of white-hot magical light a "sword." Everyone around me backed away from the heat radiating off the blade.
By now the dragon had gotten to its feet and was staring me down. But I wasn't afraid.
I felt the strange-yet-familiar sensation of wings sprouting from my back and I took off into the sky like a rocket.
The feeling of flight was unlike anything the human half of my mind had ever experienced! The speed! The freedom! I climbed higher and higher towards the storm clouds above until I heard a roar from beneath me and saw the dragon chasing me into the sky.
It unleashed a laser-like beam of flame at me which I easily dodged.
It was now or never!
I quickly spun around and launched myself straight for the dragon! Seeing this it charged up another attack but it wasn't fast enough.
“DIE FUCKER!” I shout as I swing the sword in my hand and unleashed every once of magic I had in me! Creating a pure wave of energy that collided with the dragon!
It roared in agony and began to plummet. all the way down until it crashed to the earth, a bloody mass of meat and scales. But I wasn't taking any chances. I flew straight down with enough distance to gain velocity before charging in like a fiery comet straight towards the dragon!
************
"ALEX!" Bab yelled as she ran/waddled ahead of everyone else out to the smoldering crater where the dragon used to be. There in the center was my unconscious normal body surrounded by charred dragon guts. The impact had knocked me out cold. Which isn't all that bad considering I struck the ground with half the force of an atomic bomb!
Once Bab reached me Angel Hunter actually appeared beside me in her true form for the first time since she got here. According to Bab, she looked exactly like Julia with a pitch-black, slightly translucent body and red eyes.
"Fear not. He will live to fight another day," she told Bab with a slight smile on her face
Bab let out a sigh of relief at the demon’s declaration.
Overhead the clouds began to swirl and crackle with gold and purple lightning "They are here." Angel Hunter announced.
The few remaining body parts of the dragon began to glow and float into the air, gathering together before being struck by the two different lightning and forming into a new crystal.
"I think that's our cue to leave," Lucas said from behind Bab. The others were all gathered with him. Julia was leaning on him for support until Angel Hunter re-possessed her.
"I'll go first," Tac said, stepping forward carrying an unconscious Kristine under her arm like a bundle of firewood. "I can't say it's been fun. I'm gonna need a lot of booze to forget this shithole. I hope I never see any of you again… well, except maybe Julia." She winked at the blond woman before touching the crystal and the two of them disappeared.
"I-I guess I'll go next," Lily said as she waddled towards the crystal. "Thanks for all your help…" She touched the crystal and vanished.
"Well, I guess it's about time I got going too…" Amani started moving towards the crystal until Pardie spoke up "You haven't forgotten about me, have you, Princess?"
Amani stopped in his tracks and gritted his teeth, very clearly upset that his plan to leave Pardie behind had failed. "No…" he said as he looks at the wet diaper I most likely wet after I was knocked out. He took the diaper off of me and Bab had the decency to cover up my privates with her coat. “If you ever in my world, hit me up.”
Once Amani left Julia and Lucas both approached the crystal. "This has been… an experience." Julia said. "For the first time in millennia, I have been faced with something completely new… and I don't think I like it."
"Well, let's hope this doesn't happen for at least another thousand years," Lucas said, turning to us. "I feel like this is where I'm supposed to make some kind of inspirational farewell speech, but honestly I just wanna get home before the gods change their mind so uhh… I guess to stay in school, brush twice a day, and don't take any wooden nickels… yeah. That'll have to do." He laced his fingers with Julia’s before putting his hand on the crystal and disappearing. Only this time the whole crystal collapsed into nothing as well.
************
So, they are all gone? Just like that?” Blake asked me a few hours later when he and Eva found Bab and me.
“Yep. I didn't even get to say goodbye.” I tell him after I told him almost everything that happened. Leaving out a few bits here and there.
“Serves that foul beast right for destroying this sacred land,” Esmeralda tells us as we both look at her and her completely tattered clothes and hair.
“You do know your still under arrest right?” Blake asked
“WHAT!? But I helped you fight not only that big bug, but even aided in slaying the dragon! You can't arrest a member of royalty for helping with that, surely!” Esmeralda tells him.
Blake just sighted. He was already way too exhausted for any of this.
“Fine, help me find what's left of the cultist and you're free to go,” Blake tells her before getting up. “Watch Eva for me.”
I looked over at Eva who was wearing one of blake's t-shirt and a diaper. She was still fast asleep after what the dragon did to her and while she was back to being human, some of the side effects still lingered. As I could tell as the diaper began to turn yellow.
Once Blake and Esmeralda were gone I let out a sigh of relief as Bab came over to me and sat on my lap. Before leaning on me. Her diaper already soiled and in need of a change but neither of us had the energy to cair about that.
Instead, I wrapped my arms around her and hummed a happy toon. Glad that day was finally over. |
Author's note: Hello! Long-time lurker, first-time writer. I've been meaning to write a story for quite a while and I hope this isn't too bad. It only took me like... 6 months of drafts and re-writes to get a day where I deleted everything and started from scratch and finished the whole thing from start to finish. If it really is bad, tell me how to improve. Just don't yell plz ;-;
For height refference: The top of Ashley's head reaches the same height as Isaac's shoulders.
On with the story now!
Isaac drove his car into the city with Ashley in the passenger's seat beside him. It was summer, and they'd decided to go on a road trip to the coast. They'd made a reservation in a sea-side hotel a few weeks prior. The plan was to relax on the beach, enjoy life, the atmosphere and each other.
Their car was going slightly faster than the rest of the road. This reason for this was simple. Ashely had to pee. Pretty badly.
This morning she and Isaac each had a cup of coffee before setting off an hour later. The sun quickly went from warm to hot, causing their car to heat up and make them both drink the water they'd taken for the road. Isaac emptied one bottle, while Ashley emptied two.
After about an hour of driving, Isaac stopped at a gas station to fill the car up for the road ahead. While he did that, Ashley bought herself an ice-cold soda can to drink something with more flavour.
Once they were back on the road, Isaac had a few sips, but Ashely chugged the rest.
Inevitably, they both needed to stop. Another gas station would have been nice, but they spotted a simple rest stop with a few toilets, though it looked really old and run down. While Isaac found his relief, Ashley did not. Isaac had no trouble in using the dirty toilet. After all, he could stand. Ashley however, now found herself in an unexpected predicament with a filthy toilet and a rapidly filling bladder. A simple wipe wouldn't clean the toilet. Hell, there wasn't even any toilet paper to wipe it with. There was no way she could sit on that without catching several diseases.
Isaac suggested she go in a bush. Had Ashley picked to wear a skirt that morning, she'd have no trouble doing just that, but that wasn't the case. She picked tight, blue jeans. They showed off her ample rear, yes, but squating down to pee with them would be rather difficult for her.
They'd been driving for three hours and at that point they still had at least another hour to go. Despite Ashley's bladder protesting, she assured Isaac she could hold it.
They got back in their car. As soon as Ashley sat down, she felt the waistband of her jeans press on her bladder.
"This is gonna be a close call." she thought to herself as Isaac got them back on the road.
Arriving at the city a little over an hour later, her thoughts were confirmed. She was now squirming in her seat and rubbing her thighs together.
"You good babe?" Isaac asked, concerned.
"Yeah, just need to pee. A lot." She responded, crossing her legs at the same time.
"You wanna stop at a gas station or you think you can make it to the hotel?"
"I'd certainly appreciate a stop."
"Gotcha."
After a few minutes they spotted a gas station. Isaac smoothly parked in a free space next to it.
"And we're here." Isaac said "Take your time."
"Thanks babe!" Ashley said as she quickly kissed him on the cheek and left the car.
With gravity now weighing down on Ashley's bladder, she pressed her thighs together, leting out a gasp of surprise. She needed to go more than she thought. Once she got used to the new pressure between her legs, she speed-walked to the entrance.
Isaac admired her curvy figure from his car. Her ass and thighs looked astounding in those tight jeans. Her black band T-shirt (which actually belonged to him) beautifully wrapped around her sizeable breasts. Her dark wavy hair swaying from side to side. Getting blown by the wind from the nearby sea as she walked.
"God, she's perfect." Isaac thought to himself.
Ashley entered the gas station's store, desperately searching for a bathroom she could use. Aha! There it was! She saw the sign for one over some food shelves. She quickly dashed to it, her bladder muscles loosening, prepearing to release her day's accumulation of pee.
As soon as the door came into view, she suddenly stopped. The door had a yellow clean-up sign in front of it. Fuck.
Her muscles, anticipating relief, let out a small drop of pee into her pink panties. She gasped, bending over and thrusting a hand between her legs, looking down to her crotch. Once she looked up, she saw one of the gas station workers with a mop: a woman visibly older than Ashley.
"Excuse me, could I use your bathroom?" she said, standing up straight and removing her hand, but still shifting her weight from foot to foot. At the same time a bad smell hit her nose.
"Sorry. Someone had a pretty bih accident. The toilet and the floor is a mess. It'll take a while to clean up."
"Oh." Was Ashely's simple response. Now knowing relief was nowhere to be found here, she grew worried again, bending one leg inward. "Do you know anywhere else where I could, um... go?"
"Not really. There are some stores up ahead, but I don't know whether they have public restrooms."
"Oh. Thanks." Was Ashley's dissapointed response.
She hobbled out and back to the car. Her full bladder pounding inside her with every step she took on the asphalt.
"What happened?" Isaac asked, concerned for her.
"They're cleaning it. Fuck! I need to piss so badly!" She crossed her legs, thrusting a hand between them and desperately gripping her pussy.
"Shit. Okay, the hotel is about 20 minutes away. You think you can hold it?" Isaac said, starting the car.
"Maybe. I don't know. Lets just go. I'll try." Was her frantic response.
"Got it."
They were back on the road. Ashley now brought her other hand to her crotch and uncrossed her legs to jiggle them around frantically.
"Hold on Ash. We're almost there." Isaac tried to reassure her.
"I'm good." Came Ashely's not so convincing response.
"10 more minutes."
"Mhm"
Isaac made a quick turn, but came to a grinding halt, making Ashley lurch forward in her seat. The seatbelt dug hard into her filled up bladder. A loud hiss filled the car as a huge leak shot into her panties. She could feel her crotch getting warm and wet.
"OHHH FUCK!" She yelled, gripping her pussy stronger than before and double-crossing her legs.
"Shit! Are you okay?" Isaac asked, now giving his full attention to her.
"Fuuuuck. I pissed in my panties. What happened?" She lifted her gaze and as she did, her heart sank. The car in front of them wasn't moving at all.
Isaac checked his phone, only to find out there had been a car colission up ahead. Fortunately, there were officers slowly regulating the traffic flow. If they didn't hurry up, Ashley would make another flow between her legs.
"Hey," Isaac said "maybe there's a bathroom in one of those cafés or stores. Wanna take a look? Can you stand?"
Ashley's bladder was bursting. She lifted her hands to asess her situation. Her eyes widened because her bladder was bulging out and the crotch of her jeans had a small wet spot. On the blue of her jeans, the wet spot was impossible to not notice. And that was because her panties were already soaked, no longer able to absorb more pee and clinging to her quivering pussy.
She looked outside. They were in a commercial area with boutiques, cafés and other stores around. Surely they had a bathroom for a desperate girl to use. That being said, it was a busy area. She wasn't sure whether she wanted other people seeing her on the border of wetting her pants.
"I'll call you if traffic starts to move." Isaac said.
"Okay I'll take a look."
She opened the car door and carefully stepped out. Again, gravity pushed down on her bladder, forcing more drops of pee out of her. Immediatelly she crossed her legs so tight they hurt.
Once she had it under relative control, she stagerred to the nearest café, without a doubt providing an interesting show to all the people on the road and the sidewalk. She entered it. She quickly gave herself a quick squeeze before starting to look around for a place to finally pee. Nothing at first glance. She was just about to go search further, but she was stopped by a rather bulky waiter.
"Excuse me ma'am. Do you have a reservation?" He asked politely, but sternly.
The burning sensation between her legs was growing harder and harder to control. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't stop rubbing her legs together. If she stopped for even a second, what felt like a litre would pour out onto the entrance carpet of the café.
"Well..um, no. No I don't, but, um, can I just use your bathroom real quick."
"My apologies ma'am. Customers only." Was his cold response.
"Wh-what?"
"Sorry. I don't make the rules. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave now. There are other places around that probably have a bathroom for you to use. Good day."
She didn't even have time to respond. The waiter gently ushered her out back into the street.
"Does this fucking city not have a single bathroom for me to use?!" She thought to herself, grabbing herself again, feeling more pee leak out of her. She looked down. The wet patch could still be covered by her hands, but it wouldn't stay this way if she keeps leaking at a rate like this.
Her phone went off, startling her and making more pee leak out of her. She checked. It was Isaac.
She bent over and answered it.
"Yeah?" She half-moaned.
"Find anything?"
"No. The universe probably doesn't want me to ever pee again!"
"Crissakes! Okay, the hotel is 10 minutes away, but I'll make it 5. Hurry back."
"Yeah okay."
She hung up and put her phone back in her pocket and hobbled back to the car. The way back was longer, due to traffic having moved signifficantly forward. All the time she kept rubbing her hands on her thighs, worried that grabbing herself would attract too much attention. Of course, the obvious wet patch on her crotch and lower on her thighs attracted attention nonetheless.
Finally she found their car, she awkwardly staggered to it, almost crossing her legs with each step. She saw one of the police officers regulating traffic next to the collision site. 5 more minutes and she could pee!
"No luck?" Isaac asked Ashley as she carefully sat back in the car. This time not putting on her seatbelt.
"I went at that café, but they wouldn't let me go cause I didn't have a fucking reservation there." She desperately responded between moans.
"Fucking seriously?" Came Isaac's shocked response. "Well don't worry Ash, we're almost there. You can already see the hotel." He pointed to a tall white building in the distance.
"Okay." Ashley said, determined to hold it till they arrive. She unbuttoned her jeans, making her let out a short sigh of relief. Not the immense relief of leting out an entire reservoir's worth of pee, but relief that she'll make it. Probably.
Her hands were burried in her crotch again. Gripping her pussy like her life depended on it.
Isaac floored it. Ignoring all speed limits. Traffic cams could suck it today. The additional movement was good and terrible for Ashley. It meant that they'll arrive sooner, but it also made every bump and turn immensely worse on her. She twisted and turned in the seat, crossing and recrossing her legs constantly. The pressure was so hard on her, tears started to form in her eyes.
"We're here!" Isaac announced as the car gradually slowed down and drove into the hotel's parking lot. Ashley opened her eyes in delight. Finally. They were here. Isaac parked the car, got out and ran to Ahley's door, opening it and helping Ashley get out.
Pee yet again leaked out of her. She brought a leg up and bent it inwards, bobbing up and down. The wet patch was now so big her hands couldn't hide it.
"I'll get the bags later. Lets go!" Isaac said, leading Ashley inside.
They entered the lobby. They looked for a bathroom there. Hotel lobbies always have bathrooms. Ashley saw it, but the universe was out to get her today. Because of that, the bathroom had a long line of tourists fresh off the bus waiting for it. All were engrosed in their phones or travel brochures, thankfully not noticing the bursting Ashley, desperately dancing in the middle of the lobby.
"Oh come on." she quietly whimpered, her strength fading. She must've looked ridiculous. Her legs were rubbing against each other with her hands getting crushed between them. She was reaching the end of her tether.
Isaac, quick to respond to the situation, ran to the reception desk. At last, some luck shone their way and the desk had no line. He quickly formed out what needed to be formed out and got their room card.
He ran back to Ashley, who hadn't moved an inch from the spot where she came in and said "Lets go! You're so close!"
Somewhere within, Ashley found the strength inside her to press on. Her over-flowing bladder, somehow still holding 6 hours of piss thrashed around the insides of the poor girl, yet she still pressed on. Slowly hobbling to the elevator with Isaac right by her side.
They had to use an elevator because they chose their room on the fourth floor. If they had used the stairs, there was no doubt Ashley would have flooded the entire staircase.
The elevator started moving, causing another spurt into her jeans and a hiss to echo throughout the elevator. Pee drops fell to the floor. A dark line had started to crawl down the inside of her thigh. What's worse was that despite the initial force of the spurt dissapearing, a steady trickle of drops was coming out of her, showing no signs of stopping.
"Shit shit shit! Isaac it's coming out! Oh fuck!" was Ashley's frantic response as she shuffled on the spot, bobbing up and down, crossing and re-crossing her legs, basically pee-dancing, anything that could stop her from wetting herself. "Fuck. I don't think I'll make it."
"Don't say that! You're so close!" Isaac reasured her.
"I'll carry you!" He said.
"Huh?" Ashley looked at him surprised, but before she could say anything, he picked her up like a bride. A bursting bride about to drown the entire hotel in hot piss. The new position wasn't entirely comfortbale, but she would have to endure it. So there she lay in Isaac's arms, on the verge of crying, keeping her legs crossed like a pretzel, squeezing her leaking pussy stronger than ever.
The elevator door opened. Isaac wasted no time, quickly glancing at the direction signs and dashing onwards. All the time Ashley's small trickle kept going. Due to the angle she was being held at, the pee didn't run straight down, instead making Ashley's wet patch grow onto her butt. Thank whatever higher being there is for the floor being devoid of other people.
"We're here!" Isaac exclaimed as he rounded a corner and saw the room with their number on it. He gently put Ashley down on the floor. She immediatelly broke in a furious pee dance, pee flowing out of her with increasing strength. A few drops landed on the carpet and left a dark spot where she stood.
Frantically Isaac swiped the card. The door unlocked. He held it open for Ashley who now, with relief only a few steps away from her, broke into a desperate dash for the bathroom.
She ran inside, scouring the layout of their room. She saw a closed door and ran to it. It undoubtedly had to be the bathroom. Her bladder sent more and more burning spasms throughout her, making her flow gain more and more strength with each step she took. Her pee was now dripping through her fingers.
She opened the door, turned the lights on and there it was. The porcelain throne she had been dreaming of this whole time. She tried to run to it, but it was far too much for her. There was no stopping it anymore. Her bladder sent the strongest spasm yet, causing her to twitch and freeze. That was the finisher. The floodgates opened.
Ashley exploded thrashing pee into her jeans and onto the obviously well-maintained bathroom floor. She tried to hold it back by reinforcing her grip and squeezing her legs shut, but it sprayed through as if she was trying to stop a blasting water hose with her thumb.
This was it. She stopped fighting it back. Pee cascaded through her pink panties, down her legs and onto the tile floor.
If there was anyone in the neighbouring rooms, they probably thought that a burst pipe was pouring water out into the entire room. Partially true, with the exception of Ashley being the one to burst and pouring her contents out with the force of a blasting faucet.
"Haaa... haaaaaah. Haaaa fuck." came her relieved moans. It no longer matered that she was wetting her pants. She could finally let out all the pee she'd been carrying around in her swolen bladder this whole time. The bulge on her abdomen deflated as she peed and peed a waterfall into the sparkling clean hotel bathroom with the toilet right in front of her.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. Tears of joy and relief. She was free of the pressure that had been torturing her for the last hour.
As her pent up pee crashed down, her knees started to tremble and her legs feel weak. She was about to fall in the growing puddle on the floor, but Isaac quickly catched her. Gently supporting her fall and squating down on her level and hugging her from behind.
Ashley, still going strong, layed down in his embrace. Breathing and gasping heavily with Isaac's arms holding her, as her roaring stream turned to a trickle and finally to silence, leaving the two in a massive puddle of pee.
"Feel better?" Isaac asked gently stroking Ashley's head.
"Yeah." came her quiet response. She sounded and looked like she'd run a marathon. Her face was red and covered in sweat.
"Hey don't worry", Isaac calmly told her "Accidents happen all the time."
"Yeah, but this is like the second time this month!" she said, burrying her face in her hands, blushing a deep red.
"Aw come on Ash. This isn't your fault. We just couldn't find a bathroom in time. None of this is on you. Besides, it's only me. You know I don't mind your accidents."
"I know" she said, taking his hand "but I'm an adult. I should be able to hold it."
Isaac gripped her wet hand, turned her around, looked her in the eye and said "The last time you went to a bathroom was 6 hours ago! When we first stopped at that rest area, I thought I won't last another half hour. You somehow managed to last almost another two, despite drinking way more than me. You held it as long as you could. This stuff just... happens. Don't beat yourself up about it."
Ashley finally smiled again and wrapped her arms around him in a hug.
"You're the best." she softly said.
"You too." he responded, breaking away from her hug, only to go back in for a deep kiss.
There they were. On their knees. Surrounded by an enormous puddle of pee only a few feet away from a toilet. Embracing each other and passionatelly making out.
Ashley found that her privates were now relieved and highly sensitive. Her current position - immense relief and Isaac kissing her - made them feel tingly. Maybe she could use this to her advantage.
"Hey Isaac." she broke away from the kiss.
"Yeah?" he said, not knowing what to expect.
She leaned to his ear and softly whispered "Will you help me clean myself up?"
"Certainly." he whispered back with the same energy, reaching down to Ashley's zipper.
The summer sun outside may have been hot, but it was nothing compared to what the two lovers did next on their room's bed.
Maybe their trip wasn't off to as bad a start as Ashley initially thought.
Edited June 18, 2019 by Hades
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Fanfic about Violet Parr from Incredibles. I just really like writting fanfics about girls from cartoons/animated movies.
Violet just woke up. It was monday. She has put on white, small strings, tight black leggings, striped black, dark violet shirt and no bra. She went to bathroom to wash her face and brush teeth. While she was brushing her teeth, Violet realised how desperated she was. She was now brushing her teeth with only one hand. Second hand Violet has put inside her panties, holding her crotch. In home She always liked being desperated and always held it to the last moment. It was making her excited. While she had her hand in her panties, she wasn't only holding her crotch. She was also fingering herself. After brushing her teeth, she quickly sat on toilet. While putting off her panties she noticed small wet spot. She didn't knew if it was from masturbating or if she leaked a bit. She started peeing and moaned from feeling of relief. After she finished, Violet heard that someone was knocking on bathroom doors.
"Violet, breakfast is ready. If you not come quick, you'll have no time to eat it!" Said voice, which belonged to Violet's mother - Helen.
"Okay, I'll be there in a minute!" Said Violet, washing her hands. After eating breakfast, 2 eggs, toast and glass of strawberry juice, school bus arrived. Violet quickly said bye to her mother and Jack Jack. Her dad was already at work, and Dash was in school. Violet had 8 lessons today. 2 minutes after she got to school, bell rang. Her first lesson was math. She was very good at it. Lesson went on pretty quickly, they were learning about capacity of geometric solids, like pools or glasses. When bell rang, she was held by teacher to discuss about how good she has done her homework. She was held for whole break. After Math it was English lesson, and they had trial exam. During lesson Violet drank 1 bottle of water to keep her mind fresh. After trial exam it was breakfast break. Violet got few bread slices with butter, sausages and 2 glasses of lemonade which she really liked. After eating, Violet went on to her next lesson, which was music. During that lesson Violet started feeling urge to pee. It wasn't too big for her, and she knew that she can hold it. Violet was also shy, so she wouldn't want to ask teacher to excuse her for toilet in front of whole class. After music lesson was PE. Violet wanted to use the toilet before it, but teacher kept her for 4 minutes, which was meaning that she had only 6 minutes to change her clothes. She quickly went to changing room. Violet was always placing her backpack in corner and turned herself invisible because she was often not wearing bra. She also did it this time. She had put off her all clothes except panties and put on her tight black shorts, tight dark pink shirt. For the whole lesson they were playing volleyball. Violet was sometimes crossing legs because her urge grew. After lesson finished and Violet put on her normal clothes she went to the restroom. There was big line. Only 1 stal worked. It was the only girls toilet in school. While waiting in line, Violet had crossed legs. Because she was near toilet now she allowed herself to drink one bottle of water. Few minutes later there were 2 people in front of her, but the bell rang. Violet had the best frequency, and didn't want to lose it so she went to her next lesson, which was art. They were painting waterfall. "It will be me if I don't go to the toilet next lesson" thought Violet and began to paint. She was fidgeting in her seat, switching legs, crossing them just to hold it. The bonus water bottle which she drank in line made her even more desperate than before. At the end of lesson, she quickly went to the restroom. To not make her urge obvious, Violet decided to create force field sphere in her panties to imitate holding her crotch so she could stand still. Contrecating on force field made her even more desperate. When she reached restroom there was again big line. Violet was trying to stand still, but she barely could. She had to cross her legs. Her next lesson was geography. They were going to do exam. Violet hoped that the line will quickly move on. She considered turning invisible and use sink but she didn't really want to do that. Finally after few minutes Violet was first in the line, but then bell rang. She decided that she can hold it one hour more and went to the class. While Violet was answering questions on exam she was holding her crotch with left hand. Somehow she managed to hold it and write exam for A. Violet went out of classroom as quickly as she could reaching bathroom. There were 5 girls in front of her in line. She leaked. And again after a while. She tried to create a force field, but it made it even worse. Her whole crotch was now wet. When Violey was second in the line, she has began to lose control. She felt hot streams going down her legs. She felt more and more wetness. After Violet let out all of her bladder she couldn't believe it. She was very emberassed. She ran to the changing room, put off all of her clothes and put on her hero suit. She used it to turn invisible and get back to home. She sneaked into her room. Violet thought that her mother haven't noticed her coming, but she had. In fact Helen knew what happened from teacher's sms and didn't want to interrupt Violet. The thing she haven't know was that Violet enjoyed wetting herself but only a bit. If it was place without people who know her, and had clotches for change, she would fully enjoy it. |
Tom was getting excited. He was sitting on the train as it approached the city station. He was on the way to a long awaited date with a much older woman he had met on-line and he was really looking forward to meeting her in person for the first time.
Now Tom wasn’t like your normal early thirties young man. Sure, he had his mates and enjoyed meeting them in the pub occasionally for a bit of fun, but other than that he was different. While they all went out clubbing and chasing scantily dressed young women, he much preferred older, more mature ladies. He had therefore recently started spending much of his spare time in his room (he still stayed with his parents) chatting online with a lady he had started to communicate with. She was almost twice his age, but from the photo she had sent she looked younger and had a nice, curvy figure which he liked, rather than the skinny women his mates chased after.
Tom didn’t know why he was attracted to more mature women, but considered that it maybe was partly due to something he had witnessed when he was about twelve. He, his mum, his friend and his friend’s mum had gone into some local woods for a picnic. Tom and his friend had played hide and seek, and while Tom was being seeker he had almost stumbled across his friend’s mum in the process of pulling up her knickers after peeing in the woods. She had stood up, with her skirt about her waist and he had seen the dark triangle of hair between her legs before she got her knickers up. They had been thin, light pink nylon and were so sheer that he could still see her hairy pussy through them before she turned around to check no one was about. She hadn’t seen him, but he got a lovely view of her firm, round bottom before she dropped her skirt and headed back to the picnic area. The sight had caused a reaction in his own underwear that he hadn’t experienced before and it stayed vividly in his mind all these years after. He started watching his friends’ mums and his own mother’s friends more closely after that, looking for tell tale lines outlining their knickers under their clothes or hoping to catch a glimpse of something up their skirts as they sat on the sofa.
Whatever had caused his interest, it had only grown with time, so now here he was arriving to meet Jill, the woman he had befriended. They had arranged to meet at a restaurant, but Tom had made sure he had taken a train that would get him there in good time, so he went to his hotel to check in and freshen up. He worked as a clerk in a legal office in the small town where he lived. There were few staff and all were much older than him, but they paid well and he didn’t mind the work as it often involved being in the presence of smartly dressed older ladies. One of the problems of living in a smaller place was that everybody knew one another, if not on first name terms, at least by sight, so there was little hope of him chasing after some of the attractive older ladies in the area, or they would cause a minor scandal in the community! He had arranged a few days off and had told his parents he was having a break in the city to visit some places of interest. He was sure that they would not approve of his real reason for the trip and felt it best they didn’t know.
Jill had moved to the city a few years earlier after her husband had passed away. He had been many years older than her and , although he had been kind and caring, he had never really provided what she wanted most - good sex! They had lived in a large house and most of their social life was entertaining his circle of friends who were all as old as him, so she hadn’t had much opportunity to meet with people of her own generation. He had left her well enough off though, especially after she sold the big house and moved to a new little house in a quiet residential development. She had settled in nicely there, with good neighbours who were friendly, but who kept themselves apart at the same time. About an year ago she had decided that she was getting no younger and that if she wanted some sexy fun then she had better start doing something about it. She had therefore posted on an online forum and this young man called Tom had contacted her. He sounded genuine and from his photo he looked charming, so she had agreed to meet him for a dinner date. She had suggested the restaurant, as it was quite central and was always quite busy, so she would have plenty of people around should things not go according to plan.
She checked herself out one last time in the full length mirror before leaving and getting in the taxi she had booked. She had put some thought into her outfit and taken time over her make up, to try to look attractive, yet not cheap. She wore a smart top with just enough of a cut in the neckline to reveal a hint of cleavage whilst still looking respectable. On top of this she had a short jacket. She had decided to wear smart trousers rather than a skirt or dress. They were black, and quite tight around her bottom while flaring a bit lower down her legs. She had chosen a pair of skin coloured knickers that were designed to hold everything in place and hide any excess, -shape wear, she believed they were called. They were almost too tight and she thought that she must have been putting on a bit of weight since she last wore them. Still, they did what they were supposed to do and held her lower tummy in nicely and didn’t show through her trousers at the back unless she bent over, which she would have to remember to try not to do. All in all she was quite pleased with what she had seen in the mirror and reckoned she looked at least five, if not ten years younger than she was.
Tom sat in the conservatory of the restaurant, sipping a soft drink and watching everyone arrive. He knew what Jill looked like from her photo, so knew who to watch for. He had taken the opportunity to visit the gents before settling down to wait and had been pleased to see that they had a condom machine. If the date went well and things looked promising he would return and get some later.
In due course Jill’s taxi arrived and she got out, went to the driver’s window and bent forward to pay him. Tom noticed how her trousers tightened as she bent forward, revealing the clear outline of her knickers, and he found himself immediately get hard. Jill was looking stunning and was even better in the flesh than in her picture. He immediately stood up, trying his best to hide the substantial bulge that had developed in his trousers and went to get ready to meet her. They hugged, kissed one another on the cheek and made their introductions before finding a waitress and being shown to their table. Jill was almost like a starstruck schoolgirl at first, as she thought Tom was so handsome and when he had hugged her she had felt how strong he was and whatever aftershave he wore made him smell divine. She subconsciously felt herself moisten a little at the sight, smell and feel of him, which surprised her slightly, as no man had caused an effect like that for many years.
They settled down to a lovely leisurely meal, accompanied by several glasses of wine. When they had finished eating they each re-filled their glasses with the remains of the bottle before being shown back to the conservatory where they sat chatting as if they had known one another for years. When it finally came time to leave, Tom excused himself to go to the toilet, as the soft drink, wine and water he had been drinking was starting to have an effect, and he was also thinking that he should get these condoms, as the evening had been going quite well. However, when he went in the place was full. The restaurant was attached to a public bar and shared the toilets. There was an international football match on the television in the bar and it must have been half time, as all the urinals and cubicles were taken and there were others waiting to use them. Tom cursed under his breath, as there was no way he was going to casually step up to the condom machine and use it in front of all these men. His need for the toilet wasn’t too bad, so he reckoned he could wait until they got back to Jill’s, if that was where they were indeed going, as they hadn’t mentioned what was going to be their next move still at that point. Tom returned to the table, where Jill announced that she had better go to the toilet too before leaving. When she entered the ladies, the sight that met her was even a bigger shock than the one which had confronted Tom. One cubicle was closed with an Out of Order sign stuck on the door and the other three were all in use. There were several desperate looking women of various ages waiting in front of them, all muttering and moaning about how desperate they were. Then a woman in her mid twenties who had followed Jill into the ladies suddenly exclaimed “Oh stuff this, I’m almost pissing myself” and without further ado had lifted her skirt, dropped her knickers, squatted over the drain in the floor and let go a torrent of pee. All in front of the other desperate ladies! Seeing her let go was almost too much for one of them, who grabbed her crotch, slammed her thighs together and stood moaning with her eyes closed. Jill had seen enough and decided that if they got a taxi back to her house she would manage to hold on comfortably. She was needing to go, but nowhere near as badly as some of the queuing women waiting in the toilets. She therefore decided not to keep Tom waiting any longer and went back to join him.
Once they left the restaurant they looked around for a taxi, but could see none. Jill took out her phone and tried calling to book one, only to be told that they were extremely busy and there would be none available for at least an hour. She told Tom, and he asked how long it would take to walk. Jill replied that they would easily be back at her house within an hour and so they headed off. It was a peaceful evening, but noticeably cooler than it had been earlier now that the sun had gone down. They walked arm in arm, chatting constantly about various aspects of life in general. Gradually they moved from the business district into more residential streets, with large imposing houses with big gardens and posh cars in the driveways. Tom was beginning to wish he had waited for a toilet, as all the liquid he had consumed was really making itself felt. He hoped they wouldn’t be too much longer, as he would have to wait for at least a few minutes when they got to Jill’s before asking to use her toilet. If she took him in at all, that is. Their evening had gone well and she seemed happy, but there was no indication as to whether she was turned on by his presence as much as he was by hers. If she didn’t invite him in he would have to find an alleyway or something, because he was sure he would never get back to his hotel in time.
Jill too was finding herself becoming distinctly uncomfortable and in normal circumstances would have used the toilet some time ago. The excitement, the wine, the chilly evening air, and her overly tight knickers were all contributing to an increasingly urgent need to relieve herself. She was wishing she had waited for a cubicle to become vacant back at the restaurant, even if she had been forced to witness someone else pee on the floor or even go in their knickers. She was hoping she was going to make it home without at least leaking a bit, and the face of the woman in the toilets kept coming back to her mind.
Tom must have noticed her becoming quiet and he asked if she was okay. She replied that she was and started chatting again. He was becoming increasingly worried now, as his need seemed to be growing by the minute. He asked Jill how much further they had to go. She replied that she wasn’t exactly sure, as she didn’t walk this way very often, but she guessed another twenty to twenty five minutes. That really worried Tom and he had to slip his vacant hand into his pocket and give a little squeeze to help keep things under control. He tried speeding up, but Jill was trying to slow down, as walking quickly made her need more acute. He reluctantly slowed to her pace and found she had fallen silent again. She had done so because she needed all her concentration to keep her bladder in check. She was becoming rather desperate and was now actually quite worried. She had enjoyed a lovely evening with a gorgeous hunk of a man, who although he was half her age, gave her the hots like crazy. She had to keep hold of this guy, she had decided, but having to pee in the bushes on your first date was no way for a grown woman to behave. And heaven forbid if she didn’t make it to the bushes and wet herself - what would he think of her! She would have to hold on, that was for sure, because even without the embarassment factor , there were no bushes she knew of between here and her house. In fact there was nowhere she could think of where she could try to go if things became too bad, so she was going to have to hold, like it or not.
After a few more minutes things were really getting to Tom. His hand was by now constantly in his pocket, twirling and squeezing relentlessly. On particularly bad spasm struck him and he thought for a moment he had lost control and was about to wet himself, but somehow he overcame it and regained a degree of composure. He knew his time was limited though, so decided to ask Jill if there happened to be any public toilets in the immediate area. She replied that there weren’t any anywhere close by that she was aware of, and then followed up by daring to ask if he needed to use one. He was so desperate by now that he overcame any reluctance or shyness and replied, saying that he was needing quite badly and would possibly have to look for somewhere. Jill tried to reassure him, saying that it wasn’t much further and that she was sure he could hold a bit longer. She added that there weren’t really any places where he could go anyway, at least not that she could think of. She also told him that she could use a toilet herself and would be rather glad when she got home.
Use a toilet herself! The truth was she was almost at the stage of using her knickers as a toilet!. She was absolutely desperate but had been trying not to show any outward signs in case Tom had considered her childish. Now she had reached a stage where she was no longer able to hide the fact, and was actually glad Tom had admitted his need as it made it easier for her to admit to needing too. She slipped a hand between her legs as she walked, trying to discreetly hold herself. It wasn’t easy. Her pussy was pulsing away, wanting relief, and her tight knickers were applying away too much pressure on her bladder. She was going to have to pee soon, whether in a toilet, down an alley or in her knickers, she was definitely going to have to go. She racked her brain for somewhere that would give them a little privacy, but couldn’t think of anything in her frantic confused state. Just then to make matters even worse she had a sudden spasm and had to stop and cross her legs, bobbing up and down on the spot as she did so. She had been feeling moist “down there” anyway due to being so turned on by Tom, but she was nearly sure that she had leaked a little with the last wave of pressure and gingerly felt the outside of her trousers to check. She couldn’t feel anything, which reassured her, but she was almost beyond bursting and if she didn’t take some form of action very soon there was no question about it that she was going to piss herself.
Tom was in an equally bad way. He was sweating and certain that he could sense his boxers were damp. The more he thought about peeing somewhere, the more desperate he became, clutching and squeezing himself relentlessly as he tried to walk along. By now they had passed through the area of big, old houses and were walking past blocks of modern flats intermingled with smaller, modern houses. Most had small front gardens, but no boundary walls or hedges that would provide sufficient cover for him to have a discreet pee. There were parked cars here and there, but they were well spaced out, with no narrow gaps between them for cover either. What was he going to do?! He was almost at the point of pissing himself! He had to do something! Then, suddenly another severe wave struck him and he felt it coming. He wasn’t going to be able to stop this one, he was pissing! At the same moment he spied a covered walkway between two sets of flats and decided that was going to be his only chance. He Let go of Jill’s arm, Muttering as he did so. “I’m sorry Jill, but I can’t hold it any longer. I’m going to piss myself! It’s already coming out!” With that he rushed into the walkway, unzipping as he went, whipped out his penis, which was already spurting out jets of pee, and let loose a flood onto the ground. It splashed against the wall, spraying out all around his feet and splashing his shoes. Tom didn’t care! It felt like bliss to finally get rid of all that liquid and he stood there with a look of ecstasy on his face , before finally giving it a shake and tucking it back into his soggy boxers. He went back out to the street and began to apologise to Jill. “Oh Jill, I am so sorry! What a way to behave, but I honestly couldn’t have held it another second. It was already coming out before I was ready. What will you think of me.”
Just before Tom had let go of Jill’s arm, she had felt him suddenly tense up, so was not totally surprised when he suddenly let go and ran for cover. He had actually chosen the spot well, even if finally through necessity rather than by design, because although she had heard plenty she hadn’t actually seen anything in any detail. However, hearing Tom’s pee gushing out and splashing on the ground had almost been too much for her and she had been forced to do a extremely severe pee dance standing on the pavement. She had been forced to grab herself with both hands, wrap her legs around one another and generally squeeze every muscle she could to stop herself from going there and then. She reckoned from their surroundings that they were at least another five to ten minutes from her house and she knew now that there was absolutely no way she could possibly last that long. Although her dance had stopped her from completely loosing control, she was sure that she had felt a jet of pee escape into her knickers and although she had hardly ever wet herself in adulthood, she knew from experience that if she was at that stage she didn’t have very long at all before it would be too late.
She tried replying to Tom, saying that she understood and for him not to worry, but she couldn’t stand still long enough and could hardly get the words out. She gave a little shiver and knew that she was almost at her limit, feeling herself building up towards the inevitable. Tom had noticed and was transfixed. Here was the woman of his dreams, the one he had longed for ever since that day in the woods, and she was about to flood her knickers with pee. He immediately grew extremely hard, so much so that he though Jill was sure to have noticed, but thought he still ought to try to help her if he could. He didn’t want to offend her, but it was clear from her body language that she was on the brink of having a full blown accident and he didn’t want her to suffer the indignity if that. So instead he said “I’m sorry Jill, but I can see that you are in a bit of a bad way. Do you want me to keep a look out for you while you go in the walkway too. It’s quite dark and I’m sure there aren’t any people about. If you squat there nobody will see you from the street and I’ll promise to keep a look out and not to peep. It will be better than trying to hold and being forced to go in your knickers”
Jill glanced around and looked into the walkway. It didn’t give a lot of privacy, but as Tom said it was quite dark in there and there was nobody else around that she could see. She was still pondering whether to go ahead though when her bladder made up her mind for her. A huge spasm suddenly came out of nowhere and she felt a jet of hot pee spurt into her knickers. She grabbed herself tightly again, dancing around frantically as she did so, but now that the first spurt had escaped, more were coming and she knew that she had to do something or she was going to completely piss herself there and then.
She turned to Tom, and gasped “Oh! Oh! Oh no! Yes , please keep a look out! Oh, Oh no! It’s coming! I’m doing it! Oh No!” With hobbled into the walkway with her legs apart and one hand firmly in her crotch whilst the other scrabbled around trying to undo her trousers. As soon as she was in the entry she dropped her trousers and half squatted as a river of pee erupted from her. Tom heard her give a little shriek, before hearing her exclaim “Oh no, no! Oh I’ve wet myself. I’m pissing my knickers!” Tom was unsure of what she was saying, as she was still peeing forcefully and it looked like she had managed to get everything clear. However, as his eyes adjusted he saw that although her trousers were around her knees, her knickers were still in place. They were clinging to her so tightly that she must have missed the waistband as she whipped down her trousers and she had totally drenched them. Finally her stream subsided and she took some tissues from her bag and tried to sort out some of the worst of the damage before gingerly pulling up her trousers again and coming back to join Tom. She had tears in her eyes and looked very embarrassed. “Oh Tom” she said, “I’m so sorry. I completely understand if you never want to see me again. It’s just that I couldn’t possibly have held it a second longer. I was already going in my knickers as I left you, then I couldn’t find the waistband to get them down. I’ve basically totally peed myself. I’m so embarrassed.”
Tom hardly knew what to say. Did he tell her the truth, that he had almost cum in his pants seeing her wet herself! He put his arms around her to soothe her and explained that it was okay and that anyone can have an accident. With Jill still sobbing gently they started off for home. On the way Tom explained why he hadn’t actually used the restaurant toilet and Jill then cheered up and told him about her experience, including the woman who peed on the floor. Jill was waddling along as her wet knickers were decidedly uncomfortable, while, after hearing about the exploits of the ladies in the toilets, Tom was waddling for a different reason. He was so turned on that as soon as they were in the house and Jill had locked the door he was on her, kissing, caressing and feeling his way around her body. She responded by doing the same to him and soon had her hand inside his damp boxers and pulling on his hard member. In no time they were out of their clothes making frantic but passionate love on the lounge sofa. It was the start of along and happy relationship but they always made sure to use the toilet before going anywhere after that night. |
It was very hot day in Gravity Falls. Mabel just woke up, put on t-shirt, pink panties, blue shorts. Usually she wore sweater, but it was too hot today. Mabel had a dream, which remind her about one creature which she saw. She went to her uncle Stanford's secret lab to ask him about it.
"Hi uncle Stanford, I just reminded myself ab-" Mabel started talking, but Stanford stopped her, without looking at Mabel.
"I'm doing somethimg very important now, can you come back later?" He told her. While Mabel was going out, she noticed a golden ring. It had piece of gold shaped like a droplet attached to it. She just took it without telling her uncle about it. Mabel instantly put it on, it was looking really cool for her. She went over to cash, to show Wendy her new ring.
"Oh it's really cool. I had one similiar few years ago" Said Wendy.
"Maybe you want to try it on?" Suggested Mabel.
"Sure, why not" Said Wendy and put on the ring.
Meanwhile in Mabel's and Dipper's room....
Dipper was reading the second notebook, where were all kind of rings and cursed stuff. He stopped on page with "The Bladder Ring". On the page was drawn ring with droplet attached to it.
"The Bladder Ring has a lot of functions. When weared, it makes everything drank by the user (Only female user, male user has other options to use) go almost instantly into her bladder. First two womans who wear the ring will have their bladders connected. It means that whenever one of them starts peeing, the second woman is also starting peeing and whenever one of them drinks anything, their bladder will start to fill, like it was one for both of them. To disconnect their bladders they have to stand completly naked in front of some male human, who will have the ring. After they do that, they must start peeing. The man with ring must put the ring on his hand as close as possible to both of their crotches while they are peeing. After he does that, he must catch both of their crotches and say mutcennocsid mureddalb. The thing changes when man wears the ring. He can use it to make woman start peeing. The only thing he has to do is to touch atleast once woman who he wants to pee herself with the ring and whisper her full name to the ring. The previous user of the ring said that he has a lot of them. We met each other while I was stuck in different dimensions, he went out of some green portal and dropped it. After short conversation he gave me it for lending him my memory eraser." It was every information about the ring. " It would be so cool if I had to disconnect Wendy's and someone's bladder..." He thought.
"Can I have it back?" Mabel asked.
"Yeah, sure" Said Wendy and gave Mabel back her Ring. She felt her urge rise after wearing the ring, but she was ending her job for today in 15 minutes. Mabel felt the same urge and went to the toilet. She sat on the toilet and started peeing with full force... In the same time Wendy felt her jeans getting wet. She was peeing and couldn't stop it, no matter what. After a minute Mabel stopped peeing. Wendy also did. After Mabel went out of the toilet, Wendy ran to it and changed her clothes to a one piece red swimming suit which she had in her backpack. She wanted to go to swimming pool anyway. Mabel saw her going out in swimming suit.
"Wait, we can go to the pool together!" She said. "I'll call Dipper!"
"Okay Mabel, I'll wait." Said Wendy. She was so glad that no one noticed her peeing herself. She still wondered why she peed herself just like that... After a while Mabel and Dipper had their swimsuit on. After a hour in the pool they decided to go back to the Mystery Shack. When Mabel went out of the pool, Dipper noticed The Bladder Ring on her hand. After changing their clothes (Wendy's dried already) Wendy went to the toilet. Dipper was looking at Mabel's crotch to see if bladders of his Sister and Wendy were connected. And after a while he was sure that their bladders were connected because Mabel started peeing herself. Her blue shorts quickly went dark, her legs quickly started getting wet and ber face went red. She was emberrased because of that, but also pleased at once. She was really into wetting herself. During summer she sometimes was peeing her panties, standing in the shower. It really turned her on. Dipper was very, very excited about that. When they reached Mystery Shack (No Wendy or Dipper decided to make fun out of Mabel) Dipper asked them both to follow him. He leaded her to his room, closed the door with key.
"Mabel, your Ring is not a normal ring..." He said.
"Yeah it's beauti-" She said, but he interrupted her.
"It's magical. Wendy have you wore it?" Dipper asked.
"Yeah, why you asking?" She answered.
"Well, you see your bladders are connected now..." He said.
"I don't believe you. Prove it." Said Mabel.
"Okay, drink this..." He handed her a bottle of water. Which she drank instantly.
"Oh, I have to pee now really bad" Said Mabel. "But I still don't believe you"
"Well, Wendy can you please leak a bit into your panties?" Dipper asked her.
"O-okay" Wendy said, her face gone red but she has done that. Small wet spot appeard on her, and Mabel's crotch.
"Okay I believe you now..." Said Mabel.
"How do we disconnect our bladders?" Wendy asked.
"Oh... Now do what I say. Trust me, I've readen about that." Both girls nodded. "Okay, Mabel give me the ring." Mabel gave him the ring, Dipper has put it on his left hand. "Okay, now get completly naked"
"Not even panties or bra?" Mabel and Wendy asked.
"No, not even it." Said Dipper. Girls both went to the point where they had only panties and bra. They slowly took it off, hiding their breasts and vagina.
"Take hands off your crotch..." Said Dipper who was very excited. Girls done it, both red faced. "Now start peeing. I'll have to put my finger with ring very close to your crotch, so don't mind it." He said. They started peeing. Wendy with spreaden legs, Mabel with legs very close to each other. Dipper quickly put his finger with ring where Wendy's urine was coming out from. She moaned.
"Oh Dipper, you naughty boy" She said. Then Dipper has put the same finger where Mabel's urine was coming out from. She was really emberrased and moaned. After that Dipper said "mutcennocsid mureddalb". Both girls stopped peeing. Her bladders were disconnected.
"Thank you Dipper" They both said.
"No problem" He said.
"I'll give the ring back to uncle..." Said Mabel.
"I'll do that" Said Dipper. In fact after girls went out of the room he kept the ring and put invisilibity charm on it, so he could wear it everytime.
I'll maybe do another part of Dipper (ab)using the ring soon. |
It was their third date. Lucas was entranced by his newfound love, Alice, and couldn't believe their first two dates had gone so well. Ever the gentleman, he hadn't pushed too far on the earlier dates, two meals at excellent restaurants with gorgeous views. Not that his eyes had wandered far from his even more gorgeous date.
Alice was smart, funny and had natural beauty. Curvy in all the right places with a smile that sent tingles to Lucas's nether regions. On this third date night, they were in the city and had just finished their meal. It was a cold night as they walked through the city park. They had finished off a bottle of wine over dinner and Alice realised she had made a mistake in not going to the loo before they left. Now, out in the middle of the city, with only dark, cobweb-filled public toilets nearby, she started to worry.
Her bladder was full and sending urgent messages to her brain that it needed a release. But where? She had a thing about public toilets and the nearest restaurant was a good 10 minutes walk away. As the desperation/panic in her eyes grew, Lucas sensed something was wrong. It was only their third date but he was already feeling a connection with Alice.
"Is everything OK?" Lucas asked.
Alice looked at Lucas and wondered how much to reveal. She had had a string of bad experiences with men and the last one had topped it off.
They had been on a bushwalk and the call of nature had taken hold. When she had revealed her predicament, her bushwalking companion had laughed and told her to drop her pale blue walking tights and undies and squat in the bushes. Unfortunately, peeing in the bush was as much a thing for Alice as public toilets and she had tried to soldier on. Her valiant efforts were ultimately in vain. As they climbed the last long hill to the carpark, every step sent a shudder of fear through Alice that she would lose control. Then, on one step, the rock beneath her shoe shifted. Alice stumbled and all control was lost. Pee flooded into her tights, which quickly turned from a pale blue to a dark blue, streaming down her legs in long rivulets, into her sneakers. The embarrassment was terrible ... but what was worse was her companion laughing his head off. "How old are you? Two?" he joked. Needless to say, she never wanted to see him again.
Now, here she was again ... and at risk of another date disaster, and this time with someone she was feeling strongly attracted to. She broke into tears as she confessed her predicament. "I need to pee and I hate public toilets. I'm worried I'm not going to be able to hold on ..." she sobbed.
"Let's get out of the park and find somewhere you can go," Lucas replied.
"It's too late," Alice said. "Much further and I'll lose it. You must think I'm pathetic. Here I am, a grown woman who is going to wet her pants."
She stared at the ground unable to look Lucas in the eye. She was going to lose him, all because of her stupid, weak bladder.
Lucas thought for a few seconds, put his finger under Alice's chin and lifted her face to meet her eye to eye. "Here's what we're going to do," he said.
Alice wondered what was coming as she looked into his deep green eyes. "I'm going to sit down over there and you're going to sit in my lap facing me ... and you're going to let go," Lucas said.
Alice looked stunned. "What?" she replied.
"I want you to let go while you're sitting on me," Lucas said. "That way both our jeans will get wet and no one will be able to work out what happened."
"Are you sure?" Alice said, fidgeting from leg to leg as she neared the point of no return, not quite able to believe what she was hearing.
"Absolutely," Lucas replied. "A problem shared is a problem halved."
He walked off the path, sat down on the grass and beckoned Alice over. She walked to him in stunned silence and sat down on his lap. Lucas put his arms around Alice and held her close to him. They kissed as he ran his fingers through her long red hair just above the base of her neck. The touch of Lucas's fingers and lips made Alice tingle all over but it also started to evaporate what control of her bladder she still had left.
"Lucas, I don't thing I can hold it any more," Alice admitted in a desperate voice.
"That's OK," said Lucas. "You can go."
And with that the dam broke. For a moment, it seemed to Lucas that nothing had happened and then he felt the warmth seeping through his jeans, into his lap and onto his legs. There was something erotic about it, the warm liquid leaving Alice's body and seeping over his own. Alice half sobbed as she let her bladder empty, in shock at what was happening. This was nothing like the bushwalk. Finally she was spent and she pulled her face away from Lucas's shoulder and stared into his eyes. "I can't believe you did that for me," she said.
Lucas smiled. It wasn't quite the third date he had expected but he was falling in love with this raven-haired woman, fast. They got up, and walked out of the park back to Lucas's car. Fortunately, he kept a couple of old towels in the boot.
When they got back to Alice's place, she invited him inside. She knew what was about to happen ... and she wanted it to happen. Never before had she met a man who would surrender himself in such a situation like that. She led him inside and took him straight to her bedroom. She looked Lucas in the eye and took a chance. She had a feeling that there was more to his offer in the park.
"I get the feeling that maybe you liked what happened in the park," Alice said. "Would you like to do the same to me?"
Lucas's heart skipped a beat. It never occurred to him that Alice would see right through him like that and guess his secret fetish. "Yes, I would love that" he mumbled, part-embarrassed at having his fetish discovered so easily but more than anything excited.
"The only thing is these jeans are already wet and so are yours," Alice said. "Take yours off and wait here while I change."
Lucas could barely contain his anticipation as Alice disappeared into her walk-in wardrobe. What was she changing into, he wondered. When Alice walked back in, Lucas almost did a double take. She came back in exercise gear, a sunshine-yellow leotard and grey tights
Alice lay back on the bed.
"What about the mattress?" Lucas asked.
Alice smiled, pulling back the base sheet to reveal a protective plastic sheet. "I have the odd wet night, so I keep it protected," she said with a smile.
Lucas was transfixed by Alice and what she was wearing. He climbed over his chest and knelt with his crotch not far from her chin.
"You were quite the gentleman, back there at the park," she said. "What you did in my time of crisis deserves a reward. It's your turn to let go."
It took a while for Lucas to contain his excitement and reach a state where he actually could let go. Just the thought of wetting a bed was exciting and he had to fight his primal urges. Finally, he got there, realising how badly he needed to pee. He felt a few drops come out and make the front of his undies wet again, before he involuntarily clenched and stopped the flow. Alice frowned. "Is that all you've got?" she asked.
Lucas closed his eyes and concentrated. He had never peed in front of a woman before and he worried that stage fright would get the better of him. Finally, once he had relaxed, he felt the pee moving along his shaft towards the tip and knew he was on the point of no return. With a huge spurt, he started to pee uncontrollably. The flood quickly seeped through his undies all over Alice's leotard and tights, which quickly turned dark with his pee.
Alice moaned as she felt Lucas's hot pee soak into the lycra and onto her skin. This was amazing. It was one of the biggest turn-ons she had ever experienced. For what felt like a good 30 seconds, Lucas kept peeing until finally his bladder was spent. Alice pulled him down onto the sodden bed and slid her hands down to his steaming, soaked undies. She felt him harden as she rubbed him through the wet material.
Lucas turned and lay down alongside Alice in a 69 position and pulled one of her legs over his body. Lucas put his mouth to Alice's sodden crotch and kissed her through the leotard and leggings. What he wasn't expecting was warm, salty liquid to seep through the material as Alice started peeing again. Lucas had never imagined tasting pee before but the moment was so erotic, he lapped at the golden nectar.
Alice moaned even louder, the thought of what her lover was doing leaving her a-tingle. When she was finished, she felt Lucas pulling her almost-transparent leotard down to her ankles, followed by her tights. Once again, she felt Lucas's mouth on her crotch, his tongue lapping her sideways, Tahitian-style. The sensation was mind-blowing. She pulled Lucas's lower half closer to her and licked his warm penis from base to tip, tasting salty pee - was it his or hers, who knew? - along the way.
As they lay, licking each other, their bodies entwined on the sopping sheets, Lucas and Alice reached simultaneous orgasms and exploded in each other's arms. After about 10 minutes, Alice looked into Lucas's eyes and said: "Would you like to stay the night?" With a smile she added: "Don't worry, I have a clean set of sheets."
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Katelyn sucked and sucked on her large cola. It was a hot day at the baseball stadium, and they stopped at s McDonald’s on the way since they’d be waiting outside a while before it opened. They have free hats to first fifty people in, sadly, she didn’t get one. While her friends Timmy and Ashley did. She wore a purple hoodie which opened at the zipper and had a black t shirt underneath. Sneakers, dark blue jeans that weren’t too tight, but not very lose either. Her hair wrapped in a dark ponytail, and the slurping Noise of liquids splashing against ice in her cup sounded off.
“Here’s your cola Kate,” Said Tommy as they left the snack stand.
“Thank you dude!” She said. She started in her second large cola from the stadium, and was halfway done by the time they got to their seats and sat.
Meanwhile inside her body, the colas mixed together as they traveled through her stomach. As it filtered through her organs it became a dark yellow with some heavy weight to it. That substance pushed through the bottom of her system and poured and poured like a waterfall into her bladder which expanded and quickly pushed against her insides. Her jeans tight at the waist digging into it.
As they sat, Kate had her feet up and along with a large pulse of discomfort, a growl was heard from her abdomen.
“Oh!” Kate Said.
“What’s wrong?” Her friends asked in unison.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” she said in a strained voice feeling the urgency pulse inside.
“The games about to start!” Said Ashley.
“Hello? Two large colas.” With that she got up but her friend pulled her back down. “Hey!”
“Just stay for the pledge,” Ashley said. “Then you can go take care of your business.”
“Ah yeah no,” Kate got up again but was pulled back down. Her bladder throbbed hard like a rock that banged her insides and she flinched as she grabbed herself briefly to hold it in. “Will you fucking stop?”
“Just wait!” Said Ashley.
“Just let her go,” Tommy said. “Girls can’t hold it as long as men.”
They both rolled their eyes. Kate said, “I can...erg...I can hold it.” She struggle to say through much discomfort in her abdomen. “I just hate feeling like this.”
“Eh just chill,” Tommy Said slurping on his drink. The sound of slurping through the straw made Kate want to release more and she looked worried and started to shake.
She pushed one leg in, one leg out, and then repeated as it felt an eternity went by. She kept moving in her seat to avoid discomfort but it was too much. She moved up and down on her crotch and started to sweat more.
Finally the pledge happened, and she struggled to stand with a heavy bladder weighing her down. Oh why oh why did she have to drink so much?! As if it couldn’t get worse, the sprinklers on the field went off and it took everything in Kate to hold still and avoid an embarrassing potty dance. The pulses has become constant and painful so fast, each one worse than the last. She felt like her body was literally overfilling and ready to spill.
10 agonizing minutes passed
Even running didn’t help keep her muscles busy. The massive pressure fighting to burst out made her run as she was pushed to pee. Her legs staying tight together up to crotch and her knees inwards a little. She started to sweat as her bladder became a hot, boiling sensation they caused much discomfort and even hurt a little.
“Gotta go gotta go gotta!” She stuttered. She rushed towards the bathroom but paused right away at the sign in the floor that blocked her much needed path to relief. CLOSED FOR CLEANING
Kate bounced foot to foot quickly, turning red from embarrassment. “Ah I gotta get to a bathroom or I’m gonna be closed for cleaning!” She raced in and the janitor right away held his hand up telling no. She bounced. “Ok...but...mmm” she struggled to say through a moan of desperation. “Where’s the other bathroom I gotta go!” Seeing all the toilets in clear view made her want to run for it but she was too nervous. However seeing them all made her more desperate to the point she pushed her crotch against the corner of the wall trying to add pressure and keep the floor at bay.
“Other side of the stadium sweetheart.” He said.
Kate ran with much urgency, her arms tight to her sides with fists as her abdomen pulsed one after the other aggressively making strong efforts for release. A lady walked into the women’s room as she was about twenty feet from it.
“Oh salvation,” she said. She burst through the door and pushed at a stall door but it was locked and occupied. She went down the line of all six stalls and each occupied. Kate stood in front of them annoyed and horrified and anxious in much pain. She noticed her tummy was slightly visible, and she pushed her legs together and squirmed in place side to side totally and insanely desperate to the point of feeling bloated and sick. Her arms outwards in fists as her teeth grinded.
She moaned, “eeeeee....ahhhh....mmmm....ah....ooooooooooh.” As each toilet remained occupied. Each passing second felt like a bloody eternity to the poor girl. Huge, painful bladder pulses echoed hard through her abdomen and out her back as well, each so strong they almost caused a release of her floodgates to open. She had to hold on!
She pushed her legs together as tight as possible, standing on her top toes that were turned inwards. She was in so much agony she thought she go to the bathroom in her pants any second. “Oh...why did I have to drinks I much damn soda?!” She said bouncing and then back to squirming with closed legs. “I REALLY hope I don’t have to wait much longer.”
20 minutes later....
Her legs were tightly crossed as she wrapped her arms around herself feeling herself moments from losing control. Sweating while having a massive panic attack so bad she barely breathed. “Oh come on come on come on!!!”
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