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And my chapter. I still don't know how often that this story will be updated, probably not very frequently but it will be completed.
Three figures occupied a small concrete room. Only two of those figures alive. Slumped over in a rickety chair, coated in blood was a beefy man bearing the logo of the notorious crime boss Penguin. Observing the cadaver were two dark and mysterious figures whose images seemed to flicker and glow.
The first figure was a tall adult male dressed in grey plated armor with a black bat symbol across the chest. Although very little of his suit was actually visible; instead, his black cape was draped over his body only allowing a small slit of his front visible. From behind that slit his golden utility belt glimmered ever so slightly. His face was hidden by his cowl. White light emitted from the HUD interface in the eyes of the mask.
The other figure was a far shorter girl. The female vigilante donned a spider silk suit that hugged tightly to her toned body. The black on her suit was only broken up by the yellow bat symbol across her well-endowed chest and the purple line that ran vertically on both her sides. Her own utility belt hung lopsided on her waist. Her cowl was similar to her mentors, although golden hair cascaded freely down her back.
“This is the fifth crime scene following this M.O.” Batman grunted.
“The first one you’ve shown me.” Batgirl mumbled as she examined the body. “Five bullet wounds, each limb as well as the head. Four of the wounds were… sealed up by some sort of foam. The headshot is what killed him.”
“Whoever our assailant is has interrogated a high ranking member of each of the five main gangs in Gotham… except the jokers.”
“Wait. When did we decide these were interrogations?” Batgirl asked, gesturing to the cadaver before them.
“Why waste ammunition on the extremities, especially ammunition that stems blood flow? Whoever fired these shots wanted to keep him alive for a reason.”
“Perhaps to torture them? Maybe it was Joker’s way of sending a message?”
“The joker has better ways to torture someone; besides, these killings are too clean, too organized for Joker. Our assailant had to have vetted his targets, set up these kill rooms in advanced. Joker does not have the patience to pull this off.”
“Mm, well whoever did interrogate these people apparently didn’t do that good of a job.”
How do you figure?” Batman asked, an amused smile crept across his lips. The sight sent a shiver through batgirl’s body.
“Well… he’s dead.” She shrugged.
“Perhaps our assailant simply did not wish to be known. In which case this is definitely not the work of Joker.”
“I guess you are right.” Batgirl sunk her head slightly.
“Do you have any more deductions?” When his protégé shook her head he launched into his own deduction. “Judging by the traces of gun powder on the cadaver as well as the entrance and exit points of his bullet wounds we can use the trajectory of the bullets to presume that the assailant fired from here with his gun here.” Bruce stood near the chair with his arm stretched out so he was almost touching the body. “Assuming that he kept his arm straight then this would put our killer at about six feet tall. Roughly.”
“Oh, yeah. That too.” Batgirl added.
“Unfortunately there is not much else this room can tell us that we did not already know. Thankfully our killer chose a smaller space which forced him to unwittingly reveal his height.”
“Assuming it is a ‘he’.”
“It is possible that we are looking for a female killer. It is, however, more likely to be a six foot man.”
“Girl’s wear high heels Bruce.” Batgirl pointed out.
“Once again it is possible, but unlikely. Very few females are capable of overpowering a six foot two man. Even fewer would be capable of doing so while wearing high heels.”
“She could have changed into them while interrogating him.”
“Have you ever heard of Occam’s razor?”
“It sounds familiar.”
“Occam’s razor is heuristic maxim which states that the theory with the least amount of assumptions is generally correct.”
“Heuri-heur…. What?”
“Heuristic maxim. It means rule of thumb.”
“So my theory is possible.” Batgirl smiled.
“Possible, but in the words of the greatest detective: “Insensibly one begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts.”
“I thought you were the greatest detective.”
“Perhaps I am in this world. In the fictitious world weaved by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, that title belongs to Sherlock Holmes.”
“I never knew you were a literary buff.”
“Alfred, end hologram.” Batman stated, ignoring his young apprentice.
All at once the dim concrete room faded away and the duo found themselves in an even darker location. The new setting, however, was far vaster than the previous. The room they occupied, if you could even call it a room, was within a large cave and was suspended upon metal catwalks and platforms. Several complex machines and strange souvenirs filled the room but behind them was the heart of the lair. One large monitor that was more like a small movie screen was surrounded by a series of smaller monitors.
Stephanie had heard tales of the mysterious Bat cave for quite a while before she had finally seen it. She had always assumed the “cave” was a clever title rather than an actual cave. Instead she found herself beneath the Wayne Manor foundations on a series of elevated platforms surrounded by uneven rocky walls that she believed to be naturally formed. There were even stalactites. The only manmade extrusion of the cave was held a massive collection of items. The Bat Museum, as Stephanie had taken to calling it in her head.
The “museum” was primarily made up of trophies and souvenirs from past victories. One would almost instantly take notice of the mechanical tyrannosaurus in the room, probably followed by the two story penny. Of course Bruce always claimed it was to keep objects out of the wrong hands or for further study. If that’s true, there are better ways to keep things safe other than putting the first iteration of Fries’ ice gun in a glass case.
“Oracle has been looking into the foam bullets but so far she has not yielded any results. Now that we know of our suspect’s height we can cross reference that along with gun owners and those with criminal records.” Batman announced.
“So we’ve made progress?”
“Hopefully; it’s possible that the perpetrator has no criminal history and obtained the gun illegally. Our best shot is if the foam bullets provide us with a lead. Still, knowledge of the height could be helpful.”
Stephanie nodded. “I’m glad I helped. I think.”
Bruce booted up the Bat Computer and added the location of the crime scene to four others. “The suspect never uses the same location, though he keeps to the same type. Abandoned warehouses, storage buildings, apartments and anything else he can make do with. Unfortunately that still leaves too many locations left to monitor. There is no obvious pattern, the dates are random and there are no indicators to where he will make his next move. Our target is good.”
Stephanie couldn’t tell if Bruce was addressing her or if he was simply thinking aloud. She decided to remain silent unless she could somehow find a pattern in the marked locations on the Bat Computer. So far she was clueless.
“Sir, perhaps it would be best to sleep on it?”
“Bats are nocturnal, Alfred.”
“Yes, but billionaires who have a board meeting in the morning, are not. As for you, Ms. Brown, might I remind you that you have freshman orientation tomorrow at twelve?”
“Right… Thanks, Alfred.” Stephanie mumbled as she slipped the cowl off to reveal her porcelain face. “Try to get some sleep, Bruce.” She said as she moved to the dressing room. She emerged a while later dressed in a plain navy blue t-shirt and heart spangled shorts that could almost pass for boxers. Perfect sleepwear.
If had taken even longer for Stephanie to enter Wayne Manor for the first time than her initial visit to the Bat Cave. Once she had, though, “Gotham’s Palace” had become a second home to her. In fact in the last two weeks it had literally become her home. Stephanie was going to Gotham University the next day and she had moved out of her tiny, run-down apartment in preparation to live in the dorms. In the meantime she lived on Bruce’s hospitality.
As she walked to her room she passed through an entertainment room containing old arcade machines, pool, air hockey and foosball, a large couch and a couple single chairs, a coffee table, an entertainment center with the largest flat screen HD and 3D TV and several game consoles with an even larger library of games. What had caught Stephanie’s attention, however, were the two boys playing one of said games on the couch.
Richard “Dick” Grayson was the eldest of the two boys at age twenty-four. A mop of long dark hair crowned his head. From behind Stephanie could only imagine his sweet brown eyes. Tall, dark and handsome definitely had Stephanie’s heart racing a little faster with each encounter.
Damian Wayne was only ten years old and sported a shorter mane of dark hair. His eyes, much like Bruce’s, were emerald green. He even had the same strong jaw of his father. To Stephanie it was fairly obvious that the Dark Knight Jr. would eventually have good looks to rival Dick’s.
“What are you boys up to?” Stephanie asked as she leaned over the couch behind them to get a better look at the game.
“It is a game called Gray Ghost Origins. It is all very trivial and childish but I am humoring Dick.” Damian said in his usual snobbish manner. Still he didn’t do a very good job of hiding his enjoyment.
“Well fortunately for you it’s past your bed time.” Stephanie teased.
“I am a former assassin, the grandson of Ra’s al Ghul, the son of Batman. I am Robin. I do not have a bed time.”
“You are also Damian Wayne, fourth grader extraordinaire. You do have a bed time.” Stephanie ruffled the boy’s hair. He grunted but sulked to his room.
“Great, now I lost my opponent. In that case I think you have to fill his place and humor me.” Dick winked.
“I can try.” Stephanie agreed uneasily. At some point in the Bat Cave her bladder had begun to send her signals that it would be a good idea to start moving to the restroom. Of course that luxury wasn’t something she would ask of Bruce while they were donning the mantle. Still, it wasn’t every day that she got to spend time with Blüdhaven’s protector. The fact that she had a crush on him was also a deciding factor.
“Alright, do you know how to play?” Stephanie shook her head. “It’s simple you are the dastardly villain and I am the dashing hero.” He said before sliding over so their thighs and hips pressed together. Stephanie blushed slightly when he held her control over her hands and had helped her find the buttons to do different things.
“Alright tutorials over.” Dick said quickly moving his hands back to his controller and defeating Stephanie’s character.
As much of a crush as Stephanie had on Dick, nothing got in the way of her competitive nature and soon she got a hold of the game and evened the playing field. Perhaps it was the excitement of the game, or perhaps how badly she wanted to be with Dick that distracted Stephanie from her bladder, but eventually Stephanie started to squirm when she took notice of it again. She blushed when Dick observed her.
“Are you OK, Steph?” He asked with a raised eye brow.
“Yeah.” Steph muttered weakly. “I just need to get to bed. Let’s finish this round and call it good.”
Dick agreed to her conditions and the two continued. This round was Stephanie’s worst yet. She was more focused on moving her legs than moving her player across the map. The poor heroine alternated between bouncing her legs, crossing them or tapping her feet. When the round finally came to an end Dick had defeated Stephanie quite a bit.
Stephanie barely said goodnight before dashing off as fast as she could hobble. Why are the bathrooms so far apart? Stephanie wondered to herself. Why is this house so big? Despite her frantic worrying she did eventually reach a bathroom. She only managed to shut the door so that it was still open a crack as she made her bee line for the toilet. In one swift move her panties and shorts were around her ankles and her butt was on the toilet.
A loud, forceful stream of gold sprayed the clear water below, slowly overcoming it till the two liquids matched. This continued for some time and even elicited a sigh of relief from the formerly desperate bat girl. When the stream finally died down Stephanie cleaned herself up and headed out the door.
Dick was leaning against the wall neck to the door. “You know, if you had to pee that bad you could have just paused the game.”
*
The next morning Stephanie had fled Wayne Manor as quickly as possible while still dressing up as cute as possible. The blonde teen bore skin tight dark wash jeans, and a black v-neck that wasn’t much looser. Her flawless face was accented by winged mascara that drew attention to her shiny brown eyes and peach lipstick lined the parameter of her smile.
It took a little while but eventually Stephanie found her dorm. She entered her room to find a leggy brunette sprawled out snoring lightly on her bed only partially covered by her sheet. Fortunately she had donned a tee-shirt and panties before slipping off to sleep. Stephanie noted banners from a town called Smallville as well as a Metropolis Sharks banner; plastered around her roommate's side were what she assumed band posters of names she's never heard before. “Megadeth....” she asked quietly not wanting to disturb the girl.
The girl groaned and opened her eyes “Yeah... Megadeth you know, Dave Mustaine and company.” she said her voice horse and her appearance disheveled. The girl was clearly not a morning person which was only amplified by her late night.
“You better be careful with that Sharks banner around here.” Stephanie replied with a grin.
“I’m also a Rogues fan if that helps.” The girl herself was absolutely stunning and about half a head taller than Stephanie. She slowly climbed out of bed blinking a few times when she saw the time and just rubbed her eyes knowing orientation would be soon. The tight fitting tee-shirt gave a generous view of her cleavage. “If you'll excuse me I'm going to get ready to face the morning... it is way too early to be up without a shower.” she said rubbing her face again as if trying to force herself awake while making her way to the bathroom locking the door behind her.
Stephanie blinked as the scene unfolded “Hello, my name is Stephanie Brown and I guess I’m your roommate.” From the bathroom she heard a muffled reply. “Kara... Kara Kent.” |
I imagine you thought this was over? Nope! I still have a plan for this story. Unfortunately I was tied up with where to go on this chapter and ended up writing this filler chapter.
“You do realize it is the evening, right?” Kara asked.
“It’s never too late for waffles, my dear roomie.” Stephanie said through a mouthful of syrupy goodness.
“Alright, well I guess now is a good enough time to warn you, my schedule is pretty hectic so I may come in and out at all hours of the night.” Kara admitted.
“You too?” Stephanie cried. “I’m a bit of a night owl myself, ironically.”
“Ironically?”
“Well technically I’m butchering the use of irony but… eh, it’s a bit of an inside joke. Never mind.” Stephanie shrugged. “So I have a question.”
“I might have an answer.”
“I was putting some of my clothes away in the room and I happened to notice a pair of superman undies. Do you happen to have a crush on the man of steel?” Stephanie teased.
“No! Definitely not!” Kara said, almost disgusted.
“Whoa, no need to get defensive there.” Stephanie raised her arms in surrender. “I was just curious.”
“sorry, uh no. I just keep them to remind me of where I come from.” The words had barely passed Kara lips before Stephanie caught Kara cringing for a fraction of a second. A micro-expression. Bruce had taught Stephanie all about them. They lasted for less than a second but revealed a person’s true emotions when they were trying to conceal something. Bruce had conditioned Stephanie to lose the trait. Kara on the other hand obviously had not been trained in the art. What is she hiding?
“Metropolis, right?”
Another micro-expression: relief. “Yeah, Metropolis.”
“Speaking of Metropolis what brings you all the way to Gotham? Not dangerous enough for you.” Stephanie said. It’s best not to pry. Stephanie decided. Either she will tell me or I will ease it out of her.
“No, it had nothing to do with danger. Um, have you ever been stuck in someone’s shadow before?” Kara asked.
Stephanie lowered her head. It was her turn to let her emotions slip through. “Yes.” She admitted simply.
“What about you? You lived here before, right?”
“Yeah, my whole life. Gotham’s my home. Which is why I know that it has its dark side. I mean everyone knows Gotham is pretty bad, but until you actually live here you don’t know what you are getting yourself into.”
“Don’t worry, I can handle myself.” Kara gave a smile as if she knew something Stephanie didn’t.
“I certainly hope so.” Stephanie nodded. Before the conversation could move any further Stephanie’s phone went off. “I am vengeance, I am the night, I am-“ She silenced her text tone and read the message from Dick: “Suit up.”
“I’m sorry to cut this short but I have to get going.”
*
“You’re not Nightwing.” Stephanie frowned.
“Sorry to burst your bubble, lover girl. I hacked is phone to send a text to you to get you here faster.” Barbara replied.
Barbara Gordon spun her rolly chair away from the BatComputer. The beautiful red head was in her early twenties and the former batgirl. After she had regained use of her legs she had spent some time taking up her former mantle. Stephanie still didn’t know why she had taken up the mantle of Oracle again.
“I don’t respond to his call to arms any faster than I respond to yours.” Stephanie stomped her foot.
“Sure you don’t. Anyway tonight you are on stake out duty. There are reports of Penguin shipping arms to the Falcone’s. It’s your job to keep watch.”
“It’s not my night though.” Stephanie pointed out.
“It is now. Get dressed.” It wasn’t any secret that Barbara had a certain disdain for Stephanie. She wasn’t entirely sure why Oracle hated her, but she assumed Barbara was jealous of Stephanie for taking up her former mantle.
Still, Barbara had authority over Stephanie so she followed her directions. Hours later Stephanie found herself pacing the rooftop of a building overlooking the alleyway where the supposed weapons deal was meant to take place.
“Are you Ok? You’re breathing rather rapidly.” Oracle observed over the headset.
“Uh, yeah. I’m fine.” Stephanie was not fine. She needed to pee. Very badly. And I thought that game with Dick was bad. This is awful! The batgirl paced the edge of the roof. Her normally immaculate posture (forcibly taught to her by Bruce) had given away to a hunched gait that bordered on waddling.
“I’m just bored.” Stephanie spoke between labored breaths. “Why is this taking so long.”
“I don’t know.” Oracle admitted. “Just give it time. I am sure they will show up.”
Stephanie groaned but continued her pace. Periodically Stephanie would freeze up. Her legs would coil tightly around each other and she would double over. Her butt would bob in the air as she did so. The only way to remedy the situation would be for her to hold herself for several moments before she could resume pacing.
Stephanie doubled over again. She placed one hand on the rooftop access for balance. Her butt bobbed wildly in the air while she tried to maintain control of her bladder. Her free hand kneaded into her crotch. Stephanie’s desperate struggles were ultimately futile. She felt a liquid warmth spread into her underwear as she began to spurt.
“O-OK. Barbara… I need to pee!”
“That’s hardly worth my time. Also, don’t use my civilian identity.”
“Please, Oracle. What do I do?”
“Hold it. You are a hero now. You have to be in control of your bladder.” She scolded Stephanie.
“I-I can’t hold it anymore.” Stephanie admitted.
Hot pee gushed from her pee hole. Stephanie’s hand was soaked with the liquid when it sprayed out of her suit. The golden liquid cascaded down her longs legs, soaking her costume. Her legs trembled, her back arced. Relief and humiliation mingled. The stream continued to force its way out of her body and saturate her legs and her skin tight outfit.
Her underwear had been soaked the moment the flood began. The liquid warmth had spread from her crotch and down her legs, some had even spread to her butt. Rivulets of gold drizzled down her calves. She moaned softly. Golden embarrassment pooled at her feet. Her breathing grew heavy. Her wet outfit glistened in the moonlight.
Stephanie’s legs gave out and she fell to her knees. Once the stream of urine died out a stream of tears took its place.
“Are you serious? You want to be batgirl but you aren’t even a big girl. Get back to the cave.”
“W-what about the weapons deal.”
“There wasn’t any deal. I wanted to test your resolve. Apparently you don’t even have the strength to control your bladder. |
Alright here is the first part of the next chapter. It will be a while before I can move on with the next half but here you go for now.
“You and your stupid stick!” Batgirl growled.
“It’s a bo staff.” Nightwing corrected.
The two were engaged in a sparring match. Dick clearly had the upper hand over Stephanie. The blonde batgirl was huffing after each attempt to land a strike on the calm and collected former robin.
“You know, I don’t even use a bo staff that often anymore.” Dick taunted as he caught Stephanie in the side with one end. She retreated with her hand pressed against her side.
“I don’t use a weapon at all. Maybe I should even the odds.” She growled. Stephanie’s roundhouse kick actually made contact with Dick’s hip.
“Good kick. You aren’t trained to use a weapon. You would probably just end up hurting yourself more.” Dick stated. His staff caught Stephanie in the shoulder.
She bent at the waist in recoil. She took advantage of her position and tackled Dick by the waist. “You don’t know that!”
“You are getting better.” Dick commented from beneath Stephanie. “But now what are you going to do with me.” He teased, bringing his face close to her own. Stephanie blushed. The batgirl awkwardly scampered off Nightwing.
“You want to try a weapon go ahead.” Dick tossed her the bo staff. “Come at me.”
Stephanie deliberated for a moment. She skirted around Dick, who rotated his body to face her. Finally Batgirl slip both hands down to an end of the staff and swung it like a baseball bat.
Dick caught the staff effortlessly. “Nope.” He said simply. He gripped the staff with both hands and charged towards Stephanie. He forced his end of the staff towards the ground as he moved. Stephanie’s end was yanked up and out of her hands.
As Dick passed behind a dumbstruck Stephanie he swept the bo staff at the back of her knees. Stephanie barely realized she had fallen until she was looking up at one end of the bo staff leveled at her face.
“I mean technically you didn’t hurt yourself. That’s a plus.”
Before Stephanie could formulate a witty reply Bruce barged in. The Batman was almost in full costume, only the cowl was missing.
“Batigirl, we are going to Jump City. Suit up.”
“Jump City? Why?”
“Tim reported a conflict at a bar. Get dressed.”
“Tim’s going to be there? Wait… a conflict. We are going to Jump City to break up a bar fight?”
“The conflict passed before Tim arrived on scene. He thinks something there might be linked to the string of interrogation murders. Get ready.”
“Oh. Yeah, we might want to check that out. Alright just give me a bit.” Of course given how tight the costume is, it took Stephanie more than “a bit” to return in her Bat suit.
“So are we taking the car or the plane?”
“Car.”
“Oh! Can I drive?”
“No.”
“But I will be very care-“
“No.”
“Good luck!” Dick called out as the duo departed from the cave.
*
Tim was handsome. He was roughly on par with Dick. They both had jet black hair, but while Dick’s was longer and a little messy Tim’s hair was shorter and spiked. He had brilliant blue eyes. He wasn’t quite as tall as Dick, but he wasn’t short either. Best of all, he was closer to Stephanie’s age at 19.
His costume was sleek and very reminiscent on his tenure as robin. His costume was mainly red armored chest piece with black sleeves and black spider silk compression pants. A black paramilitary utility belt hung along his waist and a golden harness across his body. His cape was the interesting part. It was more akin to wings, almost, rather than a typical cape.
“Batman, Batgirl. Glad to see you made it.” Tim greeted.
“Of course. Show us the scene.” Batman grunted.
“Hey, Restaurant boy.” Stephanie waived as she strut on by him.
“Nice to see you again, spoiled girl.” He rolled his eyes.
“It’s been a while. Last time we spoke in person you were a bit angry, Timmy.” Stephanie teased.
“He told you my identity and he was training you to be a Batgirl. Do you realize how long it took me to campaign to become his next Robin? I spent years training to be the best, long before Dick ever retired.”
“It only took you one tiny disagreement to throw it away. As soon as I join the ranks, you head out to lead the Titans.” Steph pointed out.
“It doesn’t matter. Shortly after the homunculus took over as Robin.” Tim glared at no one in particular. “For some reason Bruce thinks the assassin is hero material. No talking him out of it. Trust me, I tried.”
“Yeah, the punk is annoying.” Stephanie admitted. “Still, we could have parted on better terms. Last I remember you had a bit of a crush on me.” Stephanie teased. She finger walked up his chest plate.
“Red Robin, Batgirl, get in here!” Bruce demanded. The two “sidekicks” headed in sheepishly. Stephanie was appalled at the rather grotesque scene before her. When she was told they were investigating a conflict at a bar she was expecting stupid drunkards wrestling over some trivial matter; not corpses.
“What’s your deduction?” Bruce asked Tim.
Tim inspected a body lying against a wall near the entrance. “Judging by the look of this Cadaver he was the first to see the attacker. Didn’t get a shot off, though.” He nudged a pistol near the body with his foot. “Judging by the misting on the wall both shots found their target.” Tim concluded.
“The body near the far wall was the second killed. He likely didn’t even realize what was happening before he was shot. Two shots, same as before. By the time he was killed the shooter would have entered the bartender’s line of sight.
“That makes the bartender target number three. It seems he did manage to get a shot off at the attacker based on the bullet holes in the wall across from him… An incomplete set. The target should have been grazed but there isn’t a sign of injury. The assailant must have been wearing armor. Shrugged off the hits and returned fire; two shots to the chest. Judging by the lack of pooling he was dead before the second hit struck.” Tim assessed.
“That just leaves this guy.” Stephanie mumbled as she nudged him with her toe.
“It seems our assailant ran out of ammo at this point. Lashed out with the nearest weapon available, a beer bottle and struck this guy down, then literally kicked him while he was down resulting in a major skull fracture.” Tim commented.
“What about that blood there?” She asked indicating a small collection of blood droplets. “Those don’t seem like they came from this guy.”
“No you are right.” Bruce agreed. “From the looks of it, it’s a defensive wound. It looks like that knife on the floor. From the looks of it, our guy here charged the intruder; the intruder blocked making this a defensive wound. Judging by the blood it was deep, not fatal though. The knife likely made contact with his forearm.”
God I’m out of my depth. Stephanie commented. “You guys keep referring to it as one intruder.”
“There is only evidence of one.” Tim clarified.
“Who can possibly be this good?” Steph asked.
“That’s what we need to find out.”
“The assailant always shot twice.” Stephanie mumbled.
“Yeah?” Tim asked.
“His first shots were always kill shots. He could have only shot once. Instead it was like he didn’t trust in his own ability. He double tapped. He made sure he got his kills.”
“That sounds like something you used to teach me, Bruce.” Tim noted. “You always taught us to never assume victory. To be certain of it.”
“Something like that.” Bruce admitted. “It seems the killer has a similar philosophy.”
“So why was the interrogator here?” Stephanie asked. “He usually tortures people.”
“Someone is missing.” Bruce stated. “Near the back door. There isn’t a body but there is a sign of conflict. It looks like our interrogator kidnapped someone else. Tim, who frequents this bar?”
“I’ve been looking into this place. Some of Penguin’s men have been coming here from time to time. Dick warned me about a North refrigeration factory that recently set up shop nearby. They probably come here after their shift ends.”
“Oracle, pull up North refrigeration work schedule. Cross reference anyone who gets off at nine on Fridays with known Penguin accomplices.” Bruce ordered into his headset.
“It looks like the interrogator is repeating himself. Perhaps you were right about the failed interrogation if he is going after a Penguin thug again so soon.” Bruce acknowledged to Stephanie.
“Peter Mallark, formerly one of Penguin’s closest henchmen before he was incarcerated. He probably still is now that he’s out. Last used a credit card to purchase a few drinks from the bar about the same time your attacker would have come around.” Oracle spoke into all three’s headsets.
“Thank you Oracle. I will bring back blood samples to cross reference with Gotham’s criminal database.”
“I will keep an eye out near here for any suspicious behavior Bruce.” Tim stated dutifully.
“Good. You and the Titans need to watch any abandoned warehouses or other vacant tenements. He may stay in Jump City for his interrogation. Cadavers tend to show up only shortly after the person’s disappearance.”
“You can count on me, Bruce.” Tim said. The third Robin grappled into the air. His body was sent flying over the roof of the building he aimed for and his caped opened up like wings. His body soared gracefully through the night sky.
He was very graceful in his movements. They weren’t as perfect as Dick’s but they were close. Maybe he did spend years training for this. Stephanie observed.
“What do I do?” Stephanie asked.
“You, Nightwing, and I will be monitoring Penguin’s operations indefinitely on rotation. The killer targets higher ups in the gangs food chain. It’s likely he might try and make a meeting with the boss at some point.
“Stake out duty?” Stephanie asked, distraught.
Bruce shook his head.
“Oh.” Stephanie mumbled. This is not going to be fun. |
“Well look who we have here.” Huntress called to Batgirl. “If it isn’t the little bratgirl in need of diapers.”
“What are you doing here, Helena.” Stephanie growled. “And I do not need diapers!”
“Really? Cause, I heard you had a little accident a few nights ago.” Huntress taunted as she hopped onto the roof with Stephanie.
“Who told you that?” Stephanie demanded.
“Birds of prey have a lot to say.” Huntress winked. “In any case I came to recruit you for a little help.”
“I’m a little busy watching over Cobblepots’ operations right now.” Stephanie shrugged at the warehouse below her.
“Yes, and I know how well you do at stake outs. Besides, do you really think anything is going to happen? This inquisitor guy is just going to move on probably. What I need you for is a bit more urgent than the deaths of random thugs.”
“Oh, and what is that?” Stephanie asked skeptically.
“Well it seems that Harley is going on a little spree with Ivy. I was hoping you would accompany me on taking them down.”
“The big bad Huntress needs help?”
“Think of it as a mentorship. You seriously need to know how to handle yourself.”
“I can handle myself fine! Besides I already have a mentor.” Stephanie scowled.
“Oh yes, you are so very good at taking care of yourself… especially your bodily needs.”
“One time! I had a single accident.”
“That’s one more than me.” Huntress winked. “You want me to take you seriously? Then show me what you got.” With that Huntress dove from the building to the street below.
“Dammit.” Stephanie swore as she followed suit.
“I will admit, I like your taste in color.” Huntress nodded to Stephanie’s purple bike before she mounted her own. “Try to keep up.” Helena taunted before racing off. Stephanie quickly followed suit and soon the purple bikers were racing through the Gotham streets.
“So what are Harley and Ivy up to anyways?” Stephanie asked, lagging behind Huntress only a small distance.
“Apparently Stagg industries has been experimenting with a new variant of Venom.”
“Harley and Ivy want to go toe to toe with Bane?”
“Not exactly. Apparently the new drug enhances metahumans powers and might be able to give people powers, rather than muscles. They are calling it Prometheus.”
“Giving power to the people… what does Stagg stand to benefit from it?”
“Probably control. Bane’s venom only lasts a little bit; why would this be different? Hook people on having superpowers at a hefty price and you are sure to have a market.”
“He’s calling it Prometheus. I don’t think I remember that dude ending up too well in the long run.”
“Things like this never do.”
“I think we found Ivy.” Stephanie slowed to a halt. One of Stagg Industries’ many warehouses looked like a warzone. A massive hole breached to the interior, debris and corpses littered the lot. Flames gave light to the destruction. Somewhere within the massive building gun fire and shouting could be heard.
“After you, rookie… unless you need a potty break, of course.” Huntress sneered.
“Just try to keep up.” Stephanie retorted before sneaking inside.
Even more bodies filled the warehouse. Massive trunks and vines of exotic plants lined the walls and sprouted through the concrete floor. Some of the vines even coiled around a few cadavers. Stephanie kept close to the walls as she came closer and closer to the scene of the conflict.
At some point Stephanie had lost track of Huntress. She’s worse than Bruce. Finally she came to the battle zone.
Dozens of armed guards opened fire on the two villainesses. Harley returned fire with a rather make-shift looking assault rifle and Harley relied on her more heavily armored plants to protect her. Even so, she still looked incredibly hesitant to do so. Harley ducked and weaved back and force, eliminating the opposition with relative ease.
The harlequin was dressed in a black and red top that bore a significant amount of her midriff and could almost be considered a sports bra. She also donned a pair of black and red leggings with diamond patterns on the front of both her thighs. Most of her lower leg was covered by a mismatched pair of red and black boots that almost resembled more stylish combat boots. Harley’s face was painted white and bore a black domino mask. Her blonde hair was done up in pigtails with the roots of one side dyed black and the other dyed red.
Ivy was much less conservative. Her “clothing” consisted of a cluster of leaves that mimicked bra and panties and a garter of leaves around her right thigh and a wrapping of leaves along her left arm. Her candy apple red hair fell freely in semi curls. That was the entirety of her costume.
Stephanie was frozen in the heat of the battle. Her legs trembled as she watched the two villainesses eliminate the forces. Suddenly Huntress appeared.
“What’s she doing here?” Harley asked Ivy.
“Evening the odds.” Huntress replied back. Crossbow bolts filled the air, Harley was only just able to dodge them.
“And I thought my gimmick was a bit medieval. Is that thing even practical?” Harley asked. Her answer was given in the form of a bolt embedding itself into the barrel of her gun. Harley screamed as her gun exploded in her hands.
“A little help, Red?” Harley asked as she ran to avoid further fire.
“Must I do everything?” Ivy asked. A large root formed a makeshift cover for Harley. Huntresses bolts bounced off harmlessly. While Ivy continued focus attack on the remaining guards a stray vine slithered to Harley, carrying her trusty mallet.
“Yahtzee!” Harley cried. She snatched the hammer and vaulted from behind her cover. She ran serpentine patterns towards Huntress.
Huntress predicted Harley’s pattern and fired a bolt only to have Harley whack it out of the air with her mallet. “I’m not that easy to get rid of!” Harley swung her mallet upwards and struck the crossbow out of Huntress’s grasp.
“Is that massive thing really practical?” Huntress asked as she took the massive opening to roundhouse kick Harley in the chest. The girl jester stumbled backwards.
“Short answer? No. It is fun though.” Harley spun with her mallet outstretched. “Wheeeeeeee!” The spinning mallet managed to catch Huntress in the side.
Stephanie finally broke from her daze and moved to help. Before she took two steps she found herself yanked back against the wall by Ivy’s vines.
“Did you really think I didn’t know you were here? My babies keep me well informed.” The red head taunted. She slowly strutted over to the batgirl. “Now what should I do with you?” Ivy tilted her head.
“You could let me go.” Stephanie stated.
“Or…” Ivy smirked. The villainess moved to reveal a large bulb like plant with green slime dripping from the opening. “This plant’s bulb contains acids that can completely dissolve a human so that it may feast upon the nutrients. I think it’s hungry.” The stalk of the plant slowly slithered towards Stephanie.
“You filthy humans never see the plants as anything more than food. Let’s see how they feel about you.”
Stephanie began to tremble and struggle against her restraints only for the vines to produce thorns. “Let me go!” Stephanie cried.
“I don’t think so.” Ivy laughed. “I have bigger things to worr- Harley?!” While Ivy and Stephanie had been talking Huntress and Harley had disappeared elsewhere. “What did your belligerent friend do to Harley?” Ivy demanded.
“I-I don’t know.” Stephanie mumbled.
“Fine! I will just have to take the drug and find her on my own.” A large root carried Ivy out the exit of the warehouse and a series of vines transported barrels of the drug after her.
The man eating plant still stalked closer to Stephanie. The blonde batgirl could only whimper at its approach. Warmth spread across her crotch and butt as pee soaked her panties beneath the Batsuit. Hot streams slithered down Stephanie’s legs much in the same way the killer plant slithered towards her. The legs of her suit were quickly saturated and golden streams spilled out onto the floor beneath her.
Before long a puddle collected under Stephanie. Still hot pee cascaded down her legs. The liquid splattered to the ground. Pee collected in the bottom of her boots. By the time her stream began to die out she was completely drenched.
Stephanie didn’t care. She was terrified. In a few moments she would be plant food. She struggled against her restraints.
Glass shattered above and Batman dropped next to the plant. A well thrown batarang and the plant severed from its stalk. A freeze grenade and the acid was contained. Bruce glared at Stephanie as he approached.
“You left your post.”
“Huntress needed my help.”
“I see you were a great help. Cobblepots was kidnapped. You failed.”
“I’m sorry Bruce.” Stephanie pleaded.
“You are off the case.” He said, before finally cutting her down.
This chapter is my favorite more because of the consequences than what actually happens. Still I was glad to be able to include Ivy and Harley as well as Huntress. That exchange between Huntress and Batgirl was always planned before I even wrote the first chapter. |
Give the month, this update is somewhat halloween based. This is another one of the main ideas I had for this story when I first thought of it. It is in the perspective of Barbara and there is briefly a mention of messing. Hope you enjoy.
Paranoia gripped Barbara, turning her legs to jell-o. Her heart hammered in her chest, her body jumped at every sound. She knew that if she had just stopped to assess the situation she would be fine. Instead she rushed out to respond to the emergency at Gotham University before she could talk herself out of it. Her first time back in the Batsuit since…
Barbara tensed at the sound of scuttling. “W-who is there?” She called out. Her eyes scanned the smoky air. Scarecrow’s fear toxin permeated the halls of the college. The yellow gas impeded her vision and suffocated her with fear. The airborne toxin couldn’t induce hallucinations but it infected subjects with deep, debilitating fear.
“Feeear itssssself.” A ghostly voice hissed within the veil of gas.
Barbara slowly rotated her body, searching for Crane. Her eyes flit back and forth. Her movements were stiff and awkward, driven by fear. She tried to control her breaths, but they only came out in rapid and shallow gasps. Quite infuriatingly, her bladder began to tug at her, the need became more and more apparent with her fear.
“C-come out, C-crane.” Barbara’s shaky voice called out.
“As you wish!” Crane shrilly screamed. Scarecrow drove his needled gloves into Barbara’s back. The ghoulish villain took advantage of her fear and withdrew into the fog before she could react meaningfully.
Barbara lashed out too late, Crane was gone. Her heart rate had spiked at his attack, and on its decline she became aware of a warm wetness around her crotch. She had leaked in fear. Normally the original Batgirl would have cursed herself (who was she? Stephanie?) but the fear took priority over embarrassment.
Barbara jumped again at the sound of Crane’s cry somewhere else. Sounds of some sort of scuffle followed before silence fell again. “W-who’s there? Batman?” She called out. Footsteps approached.
“Not quite. Ha ha ha ha!” A maniacly laugh turned Barbara’s blood icy cold. Before the terrified Batgirl was a pale white figure wearing THE batsuit. Bruce’s suit was clearly too large for the Joker and sagged over his thin frame. Blood saturated the suit. In the Joker’s right hand was a large Chef’s knife, dripping with blood.
Hot pee gushed down Barbara’s legs. Her knees buckled. Golden streams sprayed the ground beneath her. Her entire body trembled. Rivulets of liquid fear cascaded down her legs. Her legs finally gave out and she fell into a golden puddle. For a moment she could only stare on as her greatest fear strut over to her, whistling as he did so. Her forceful stream of pee finally tapered off.
Barbara began to crawl backwards only to smack into a wall. Helpless, she raised her arms above her head. “Please no!” She screamed. The Joker raised his knife above his head and brought it down in her abdomen. As the blade penetrated her stomach her bowels exploded into her pants.
Barbara shut her eyes tight. Moments passed uneventfully. “Am I dead?” Barbara asked aloud. The fear was gone.
“Uh… you might wish you were.” Stephanie pinched her nose. “I think you pooped yourself.”
“W-what? Stephanie? What are you doing, what happened?”
“My best guess is Scarecrow drugged you and… I saved your butt. Well not entirely. Still, you’re welcome. Now come on, let’s go.”
*
“Thank you.” Barbara said, emerging from the bathroom into her living room. The red head was only clad in a lime green towel. Stephanie sat across from her, still in uniform.
“No problem. I’ve been there… sorta.” Stephanie shrugged.
“You’ve never fought Crane.” Barbara raised a confused eyebrow.
“Well no, but the situation with Ivy and Harley… Alfred did a tox- uh something with my blood and discovered I had been infected with Crane’s fear gas. I don’t know how, but yeah. It sucks. This time I was prepared and kick that creeps butt!”
“Thankfully.” Barbara muttered.
“Yeah. Bruce still cut me from the interrogator case though.” Stephanie frowned. “Another Penguin thug got kidnapped and Harley got away I guess.”
“Hey, we all make mistakes. And… since when do you listen to authority.”
“Rarely.” Stephanie admitted sheepishly.
“I still remember when you hit Bruce after your first mission.” Barbara laughed.
“He was going to commend me and I thought he was going to chew me out for something. He uses the same voice.” Stephanie pouted.
“Hey, I thought it was awesome. I love Bruce, but I’d be lying if I say I’ve never wanted to punch him in the face before.” Barbara laughed.
“Heh, well thanks.” Stephanie laughed. “If you thought it was awesome though, why didn’t you get along with me?”
“Honestly? It has more to do with the Batgirl mantle than you. When I got my legs back I immediately returned to crime fighting. But when The Joker attacked me again I hung it up. I was scared and honestly I doubted myself. Ultimately I told myself that I did better as Oracle and I only wanted to be Batgirl to prove to myself that I could do it again. When you took it up, after Bruce fired you, I thought you were just trying to prove something too. I was wrong.”
“So… are we cool now, then?”
“Yeah. We are cool.” Barbara laughed.
I know it is a bit short, I'm sorry. Linkx is going to write the next part after he takes care of a few things first. Until then this might take a bit before the next update. Hope you can wait. |
Her heart raced as she she heard the doorbell ring. She quickly checked herself in the mirror, making sure everything was just right. She had spent hours stressing over what to wear. Everything she chose was either too casual or too smart or didn't match. Finally she had decided on a pair of jeans and a woollen sweater. The way she had stressed over her outfit and hair anyone would think she was going somewhere fancy but she was only going to the cinema. Once she was happy she was looking okay she grabbed her bag and headed to answer the door. As she walked down the stairs her heart raced faster as she saw the outline of the guy standing outside the door through the glass. She felt really nervous all of a sudden. She had been on first dates before and had felt nervous but usually the first date she was meeting the guy for the first time and getting to know them. This was different. This wasn't just any guy. This was Jack. The guy she had wanted since she was in school. She reached the door and composed herself before opening it. She opened the door and the moment she saw his smile her nervousness vanished. It was the same smile she had spent hours staring at and thinking about all those years ago.
“hey Amy, you ready to go”
“yeah...err....yeah course” she cursed herself for stumbling on her words, her mind had been reduced to a horny schoolgirls as she looked at him. She shook herself back to reality and locked the door and walked down the path after Jack. He opened the door of his car for her and she got in. As she did he told her how nice she looked and she silently screamed in happiness that all the hours of stressing has paid off. He got into the drivers seat and they set off towards the cinema. As they drove along there was an awkward silence at first which she tried to think of something to say, she couldn't handle this all night. “So how have you been” he asked, bringing her out of her thoughts.
“oh good thanks, yourself”
“yeah I been alright, boring week at work really”.
She loved how easily the awkward silence had lifted and how easy the conversation flowed between them. She was too lost in the conversation to notice that they were driving around the city ring road rather than into the city. She made a joke about the cinema being in the other direction and he laughed and said “haha we aren't going to the Odeon, the next viewing there isn't until 10:30, however there is a viewing at the Showcase at 9:00....is that okay with you Miss Sat Nav”. She giggled and said it was perfectly okay. 15 minutes later they pulled into the car park of the Showcase cinema and found a parking space. They walked in and he said he would go and get tickets. He came back a few minutes later and handed her a ticket. She was getting excited now. They were going to see the final Hobbit film. She had seen the first two and had been looking forward to seeing the last one. When he had suggested going to the cinema and he has mentioned the new hobbit film she had almost screamed yes at him. They went upstairs and joined the queue for food counter.
“what do you want Amy”
“I'm just going to get a drink and some popcorn....anyway I should be asking what you want, you bought the tickets so I will buy drinks and snacks” She replied.
“no you won't, I have brought you out on a date therefore I am paying”. She went to protest but he glared at her and said “Amy Stephenson.....don't you dare argue with me or you won't see the Hobbit, I will just take you home”. She giggled and put her hands up in surrender. “do you want to get a big bucket to share” he asked. She nodded in agreement. They reached the front of the queue and he ordered a big bucket of popcorn and asked what drink she would like. She asked if she could get a large lemonade. He gave the order to the girl behind the counter and she said for only 20p more both drinks could be upgraded to xtra large”. She said just a large was fine but he persauded her to go xtra large. After many “go on's” from Jack she gave in and said she would have an xtra large. He said okay and paid. He handed her Amy her drink and she was amazed at just how big xtra large was. They went into the screen and found seats. The film had been out a few weeks so it was reasonably quiet and they chose seats in the middle of the back row. They chatted as the adverts played and as was customary every time she came to the cinema she had drunk most of her drink by the time the lights went down and the trailers started. By the time the trailers finished and the film started it was mostly gone. She checked the film stats out of interest to see how long it was. She expected it to be long and wasn't shocked when she saw it was 2 and a half hours long.
As time passed the lemonade she had drunk was working its way through to her bladder and she could feel it filling up. It kept on filling and she was starting to get desperate. She checked her watch. She estimated roughly 20 minutes left. She wasn't bothered she would be able to hold it no problem. Those 20 minutes passed and her bladder continued to fill and swell. By the time the movie finished and the credits started rolling she was busting for a pee. After everyone else had left they stood up and walked down the stairs. Now that she was moving her need didn't seem as bad. They walked out into the foyer and she looked at the toilets. She considered using them but Jack kept on walking and she didn't want to admit her need to him. She wasn't too bothered, she would be able to hold it till Jack dropped her home. They walked across to his car and got in. As they pulled out of the cinema car park he asked if she wanted anything to eat. She said she was fine and he said “well I'm starving, do you mind if we call at the drive thru on the way back”. She said it was fine and they drove a little down the road and pulled into Mc'donalds drive thru. She looked at the notices as they drove in and saw they were doing an aero mc flurry and asked if she could get one. He pulled up at the speaker and put his order in. He then drove round and paid and then pulled up at the collect window. A girl handed him his order and he asked Amy if she could grab it. She took it and put it on her knee as he pulled round into a parking space. He took his items leaving Amy's mc flurry and a drink. She thought it was his until she saw he already had one. She asked what it was and he said “oh I got you a drink as well....lemonade”.
“oh right...thanks” she said smiling, although as she looked it her thoughts returned to her bladder. She didn't want to seem rude so she started drinking it. They chatted whilst they ate and after nicking a couple of fries she was glad she had a drink, they were so salty. She finished her drink and put her rubbish into the bag. When he finished he walked over to the bin and deposited the rubbish. He got back in the car and they set off. As they drove along she started to regret drinking the lemonade. It was filtering into her already full bladder making her really desperate to pee. She shifted in her seat and couldn't help fidgeting. He asked if she was okay and she said she was fine. She really didn't want to admit to him that she was desperate for a pee. 5 minutes passed and she was getting more and more desperate by the second. Suddenly he touched her arm and asked “Amy...are you okay, you have gone really quiet and you seem to be fidgeting about like you are uncomfortable or something”. She looked at him and sheepishly said “yeah....yeah I'm fine...I just....erm.....need to pee, all that lemonade is making itself known”. She giggled nervously and he said “oh....erm....are you going to be okay, like....how bad is it”.
She couldn't believe she was talking to him about this. She said “erm....quite bad, im getting pretty desperate....but I will be okay, don't worry, we aren't that far from home”. He looked at her and nodded. She thought she saw a smile on his face but when she looked back he was just concentrating on driving. She concentrated on her bladder. It was now reaching bursting point and she felt like she was going to wet herself. She could hold it until she got home....she had to, she couldn't wet herself in front of Jack....not again. As she thought about how mortifying it would be to have an accident in front of him again her mind suddenly remembered something. The last time she had wet herself in front of him she had been embarrassed but then he had said something, something that had stuck with her. Four little words that had racked around in her mind. He had said “that was so sexy”. She had wondered what he had meant by that. Was the fact she had wet herself sexy? Was it just because it was her? Was he into seeing people do that kind of thing? All these questions had filled her head and drove her crazy. She had decided that it was just a passing comment and it was just because he was drunk and it was her. Although....she had just caught him looking at her legs which were jiggling in desperation. He kept glancing at her bouncing and wiggling. She could swear she kept him seeing him smiling slyly to himself. What if he did like seeing her like this? She suddenly had a thought. He was the one who had insisted she have an xtra large drink....he was the one who had bought her another drink at the drive thru. Was he trying to get her desperate. Her mind was swimming with questions and theories. She had to know for sure.
“can you hurry up Jack, I really really do need to pee” She said this and placed her hands in her crotch. She wanted to gauge his reaction. He looked at her and replied “oh yeah, don't worry”. She tried a few more things but he really didn't seem interested and just seemed concerned for her. She moaned as a wave of desperation washed over her and she pressed into her crotch. She was now absolutely bursting and needed to pee soon. They were only 10 minutes from her house....she had to hold on, she used to everything she had to hold it back. As they got nearer she suddenly felt her knickers dampen as it began to trickle out of her pee hole. She moaned as it continued trickling out in little drips. Suddenly and without warning a leak escaped into her knickers. She gasped out and Jack looked at her. “whats up...Amy?, you ok?”.
“I can't hold it much longer Jack, I don't think I can make it home, you need to stop somewhere”. She said to him in utter desperation.
“erm....yeah ok erm....i was going to get petrol after I dropped you off but I can go their first, they have a bathroom there don't they?”.
“I think so” she replied. They drove along and with each passing second she felt like she was about to completely lose control. She no longer cared about being dignified in front of Jack. She was bouncing and grabbing herself desperately trying to stop the leaks. They pulled into the forecourt of the petrol station and pulled up next to the pump. She got out of the car and stopped dead as she felt like she was going to lose it. She crossed her legs and held herself tight. She managed to gain control and hurried across towards the shop. She dashed inside and headed towards the back where the toilet was. With each step she took she felt little trickles dripping into her knickers. Her bladder was pushing down hard on her pee hole. She ran towards the toilet door and grabbed the handle and pushed. She collided with the door. She tried the handle rapidly urging it to open. She grabbed herself, cursing whoever was in there. Then she noticed the sign.
“Between the hours of 11pm and 8am this toilet will be locked, please ask attendant for key”
She moaned and turned round and headed for the counter. There was a guy stood paying for his petrol. She stood behind him and grabbed herself, pee dancing on the spot. She felt her knickers getting wetter as leaks escaped past her aching pee hole. She felt her fingers dampen and realised it must have soaked through to her jeans. They guy finished up and left. She leant on the counter and asked for the key to the bathroom. The guy looked behind the counter and said “i know its here somewhere”.
“oh god please hurry, I have to pee so bad” she said, pleading with him. He handed over a small key on a chain and she took it shouting thank you as she dashed back to to the toilet. She reached the door dancing uncontrollably, urging her bladder to hold just a bit more. She fumbled with the key, her hands shaking in desperation. The key slid in and just as she turned it and unlocked the door a huge wave of desperation flooded her body causing her to lose control for a moment. Pee gushed into her knickers and ran down her legs. She grabbed herself tight stemming the flow. She dashed inside and slammed the door behind her. She fumbled with her belt as spurts shot into her knickers. She was literally wetting herself inches from the toilet. She couldn't believe it. She managed to get her jeans undone and quickly pulled them down and pulled her knickers down. The moment her knickers were out of the way her bladder let go. Pee came gushing out and she quickly moved back and sat on the toilet. A huge wave of relief washed over her as her bladder emptied in a poweful stream into the toilet. She let out a sigh and enjoyed the wonderful feeling.
When she finished peeing she stood up and examined the damage. Her knickers were soaked and her jeans had wet streaks running down the legs. There was no way she could hide it from Jack. She dried them as best she could and went outside. She walked to the counter and saw Jack standing there paying for his petrol. She slid the key across the counter and the guy thanked her. She then walked outside and stood next to the car. Jack came out and looked at her and asked why she was stood out in the cold. She felt so embarrassed. She told him her jeans were a little wet and she didn't want to get in the car with them. He looked at her and said “why are they wet, what did....oh”. A look of realisation spread across his face as he understood why they were wet. He said it was okay and told her to get in. She got in and looked out of the window. She couldn't look at him. She wondered why they weren't setting off and turned round to find Jack staring at the wet streaks on her jeans. “JACK” she said suddenly bringing him back to reality.
“what....yeah....sorry....erm.....right lets get you home”.
They pulled out of the petrol station and set off down the road. Everytime she looked round at him he was glancing at her legs. By the time they pulled up outside her house it was driving her mad. She needed to know once and for all.
“Jack?....why do you keep staring at my legs? She asked him.
“I..i....i'm sorry, I can't help it”
“why, what's so fascinating about my legs”.
“nothing....no no....just.....erm......”
“and last week after I wet myself you said “it was so sexy” what did that mean?
“erm.....its just that I....well I erm......Look Amy, I like you....a lot, okay, and I don't want to weird you out and ruin this”.
“how would you weird me out” she asked, thinking she now knew the answer”
“the reason I said it was sexy and the reason I keep looking at your legs, some people find it weird and I don't want one of them to be you”.
She felt sorry for him, he was obviously embarrassed about telling her, and if it was what she thought it was she would find him anything but weird. She placed a hand on his leg and said “Jack, I want the truth, is the reason that you find, people being desperate or people wetting themselves attractive....a turn on if you will”.
He looked at her and sighed and said “okay, Yes....yes, I find it attractive, I don't know why, I just do, there is something so beautiful about a women when she needs to pee.....see I told you it was weird”. She laughed. He looked at her in shock and said “oh well thanks, thanks for being understanding”. She couldn't say anything. She just leant forward and kissed him. They kissed long and hard before breaking apart. He looked at her and said “what...why did you do that”.
She smiled at him and said “oh Jack, there is something you need to know about me, something im sure you will like”
To Be Continued...... |
I wrote this story last night, after drawing a picture of a bulging bladder girl and naming her Zelda. I can't upload the picture as of yet, but I will if I get the chance; she's not intended to be Princess Zelda from the Legend of Zelda games, but you can of course imagine her any way you like as you read.
I've been a member of this site for some time, enjoying it immensely, and only now am I finally giving something back. All feedback and comments, especially constructive criticism, are more than welcome! I hope you enjoy :)
(EDIT: after copying and pasting this into the uploader, I had to manually insert spaces, as the tabs didn't copy. Any suggestions on how not to have to do this?)
Zelda woke up to her alarm clock, and got out of bed with a stretch. She had slept lightly and was wide awake now, and as planned her bladder was quite pressingly full. She enjoyed the feeling and savored it while she picked out the day's clothes, before heading to the bathroom and stripping. Her body was a sight to behold: she was a beautiful, curvy girl; thick but not fat; tall, straight shoulder-length hair, and large breasts that flowed easily with the rest of her. The nice bulge in her tummy where her bladder was struggling mildly to contain its load was just as fitting as her chest, and could very well have been natural chubbiness and looked pretty all the same; however, as she sat on the toilet and sprayed it out in a much-needed, very relieving pee, it diminished into a flat tummy that looked no less natural and beautiful.
Zelda sighed in equal parts relief and disappointment when her bladder was again empty. She hadn't gone to the bathroom in three full days, so she had been facing quite a load, but still – she rather enjoyed being that full.
No matter! Zelda reminded herself, as she stepped into the shower, that she had a much bigger, more satisfying hold ahead of her, for today she would depart for her friend's lake house, which was across the country, and she fully intended not to relieve herself until she got back (not out of a distaste for others' toilets, however; simply out of desire for a nice challenge). The warm water poured over her and splashed off her many curves as she cleaned herself gracefully, grinningly anticipating the excitement ahead and imagining the water from the shower as being in her bladder, imagining how it would feel. She decided, as she stepped back out again and picked out a towel to begin drying off, that it would feel rather good.
When Zelda was dried off, she put on the clothes she had chosen: a black skirt with pink panties, and a blue t-shirt with a pink bra. She blow-dried her hair and combed it down in its sophisticated yet friendly and reliable little wave across her head, and walked back to her room to double-check her luggage one last time. Swimsuit, suntan lotion, clothes, toiletries, a book to read, pajamas, her phone, and a notebook – it was all there. She zipped the back and carried it out to her car, and then went back inside to have a breakfast before leaving. She ate a quick muffin while pouring herself a tall glass of cold orange juice – the first batch of liquid to begin filling her bladder. She gulped down the orange juice all at once, feeling quite dehydrated, and briefly considered downing another one; however, she decided against it, on the grounds that she would probably pee herself if she drank that freely.
What an idea, me peeing myself, thought the brown-eyed girl to herself as she moved out to the car and got in. Ridiculous!
She smiled and shook her head to no one, and began driving.
Four hours passed. The drive to the her friend's lake house was as straight as an arrow the whole way there, but she would have to make one night-stop in the middle. As she had left shortly after sunrise it was now 11:30 AM, and she was feeling thirsty (at least, she was feeling bored and her bladder was feeling empty). She pulled into a rest stop and bought a large coffee at the small concession stand, as well as a handful of health-bars for the road. She drank the coffee in several big gulps as she was leaving, and had an empty cup by the time she reached her car. Her bladder, of course, was no more full than it was five seconds ago before drinking the coffee, so Zelda experience no direct effect; the thought, however, of almost double the liquid from before on its way to fill her, provided enough entertainment and fantasy-inspiration that she was no longer bored. Her breasts bounced innocently as she climbed into the car and plopped down on the slightly-bouncy seat, and turned the head of a passing young man, who almost received a death glare, but due to Zelda's somewhat flirty personality (and, more effectively, her somewhat aroused state of mind) received a wink and a smile instead; her wondrous attractiveness nearly tripped him.
Back on the road. Another four hours passed, and at 4:00 PM Zelda noticed a small twinge coming from her lower abdomen. She put one hand on her belly and pressed; sure enough, she could feel her bladder beginning to get the smallest bit full. It being only the first day of driving, this was a bit worrying, but then again she was the iron-bladdered Zelda! She continued driving.
By 9:00 PM, she was ready to call it a night. She found a hotel and dragged herself in, sleepy despite the extra sleep she had gotten last night, the coffee she had drank, and the now-noticeable urge in her bladder. It was still practically nothing at all, but its constant reminder of presence surely must have counted for something.
Either way- Zelda brought her bags up to her room and flopped down on the bed, not even bothering to change before falling asleep.
The second day went much the same as the first, with two differences: Zelda did not pee when she first awoke, and when the day was nearly out at 7 PM, she was arriving not at a hotel but at her friend's actual lake house. She had even had a similar glass of juice with breakfast and bought a similar cup of coffee at the same time!
One other small but all-important other difference may be noted: by the end of the second day, her iron-bladder was now beginning to feel moderately full, and on her normally-flat tummy she could see a bit of a bulge forming. Its width and height covered her evenly from hip to hip, and from crotch to belly button; it was perhaps a centimeter in depth. She pressed on it, and in response her bladder complained a bit more loudly than immediately before, sending a wave of excitement through Zelda's amazing body. She sat in the car and enjoyed a minor chill from the thought of holding for multiple more days before finally peeing again, before getting out and gathering up her bags.
“Hey Zelda!”
Zelda turned around, and found her life-long best friend Crystal standing right behind her, arms outstretched in a hug at the ready. Her blond hair spilled down over her chest, which was a bit larger than Zelda's. She was a larger person in general for that matter, being wider and thicker and perhaps even a bit chubby, but of course Zelda loved her all the same. They drew one another into a hug as Zelda said “Crystal! Hi! Oh, long time no see!”
“I've missed you!” said Crystal sincerely.
“I've missed you too!” They drew back out of the chest-squishing embrace and held one another at arm's length. “How've you been?”
“Oh, I've been just great! My out-of-town project is done, so I can actually go home straight from here!”
Zelda gasped happily, forgetting all thoughts of her bladder and its moderate fullness. “That's wonderful!” she cried, pulling Crystal back into another hug.
When they finally let go, Crystal offered to help carry in the bags so they could get them all in one trip, and Zelda happily accepted. The two beautiful girls, thus, headed into their vacation house and tossed down their bags.
“C'mon!” said Crystal. “It's almost sunset! You'll want to see every twilight you can over the lake; it's beautiful as anything.”
She and Zelda raced to the balcony, where they sat and enjoyed the bright reds and oranges of dusk, and watched as they turned back to dark purples and blacks. In her idleness of mind, Zelda's bladder reasserted itself a bit more strongly then before. She was now what she considered 'comfortably full' – about a 5 out of 10 urge to pee. If she thought about it, this was rather unsettling; she had done exactly half of the driving portion of her trip, and her bladder was about half full. Accounting for no time at all spent actually at the lake house, she would make it home just as she reached 10 out of 10; a completely full bladder!
She did not, therefore, think about it. Again, she was freaking Zelda! She had no need of these childish urges such as peeing, she had no desire to go back on her word not to pee until she arrived home, and she did not have to pee.
(Exaggerations and optimism aside, Crystal would be doing the driving on the way back home, so Zelda need not worry about an overfull, swollen bladder causing an actual road safety issue).
Crystal said “So why don't you come inside and we'll have dinner? I have pancakes ready!”
Zelda smiled at how well her friend knew her and went inside after her, keeping an eye on her bladder. She poured herself a tall glass of milk all the same, though – the fifth dose of this volume of liquid she would consume. After dinner, the girls spent the evening catching up on each other's lives (though they had been exchanging calls almost daily); at the end of the talk and at bedtime, Zelda's bladder was reaching a 5.5/10 fullness. She went into the bathroom to change into pajamas, and eyed the toilet. Of course she wouldn't pee just yet, but it was there in case she...well, never mind. It wouldn't come to that much of an emergency.
She walked into their shared room to find Crystal already changed and in her bed. Most people, with a 5.5/10 urge to pee, would walk a bit crooked, or else with an unnatural bounce in their step, or if neither of those then with cross-legged steps now and again; Zelda had none of that. She walked to her bed exactly as naturally as if her bladder was empty, the only sign of her impending desperation being the slightly-visible bulge on her belly.
Normally the girls would have stayed up talking for another hour, especially given their separation, but tonight they agreed by mutual silence that it was sleepy-time. Crystal was asleep almost immediately, and Zelda, only slightly drawn aside by her inner piss collection, followed soon after.
Morning came, and with the yellow sun came yellow pee; not from Zelda – of course, as she had resolved not to and was only at 7/10 fullness now – but from Crystal. She woke with some confusion, and Zelda saw her get up and dash to the bathroom. Zelda follower her, out of some worry but mostly curiosity and potential excitement, and saw her closing the door hastily. She walked up to the door quietly. She heard the tapping of Crystal's feet on the floor and a moan or two, before finally an “aha!” and the dropping of a toilet lid. Crystal had finally gotten her belt undone, Zelda imagined, and was now sitting down to relive herself of a pee that had made her dance.
Sure enough, as Zelda listened, almost immediately after the toilet lid hit, she heard a gushing stream strike a body of still water, and build up to a maximum force quickly – unmistakably someone peeing hard, as though said person was about to pee her pants as she walked into the bathroom. The beautiful sound of Zelda's friend emptying her apparently-large bladder went on for nearly a minute – having no nice effect, of course, on Zelda's own bladder, which was now aching a bit – before finally slowing down to a trickle, and finally slipping out of existence with a drop, a flush, and a sigh to end all sighs. As Crystal washed her hands, Zelda dashed back to their room and grabbed a set of clothes, and then dashed back and pretended not to have left, just as Crystal exited the restroom.
Zelda looked at her with teasing, knowing eyes, and Crystal paused, raised her eyebrows, and said “Hm?” She wasn't still for long, though, before saying “Oh! That.” and blushing with a laugh. “I had to go to the bathroom SO bad, you don't even know. I was about to pee all over the floor.”
Zelda laughed to cover her arousal at her friend's amazing pee and at her own filling bladder, and said “All that piss just from overnight?”
“No, actually I've had to go since like yesterday morning. Like even when you arrived I was ready to pee my pants.” Crystal explained herself with an embarrassment that was not actually unpleasant, but rather simply submitting of itself to a light teasing.
“Oh, okay” said Zelda, smiling. “Good thing I didn't go like- THIS!” With the last word, Zelda dropped all of her clothes on the floor and lunged at Crystal, tickling her relentlessly until she almost fell over. She paused for a moment – a fatal mistake, as in that moment Crystal turned the tables and began tickling her! She laughed, and squirmed and writhed around in her friend's grasp, trying to escape the onslaught while also holding her pee, which was getting harder by the minute. Finally Crystal let up, and they both lay on the floor, giggling and poking one another. A few of Crystal's pokes landed innocently on Zelda's bladder, and unknowingly caused Zelda a good amount of pain to continue holding back the flood. Even at only 7.5/10 desperation, three-quarters full, Zelda's bladder held a LOT of pee, and bulged out considerably far; perhaps a whole inch!
Finally she got up and gathered her clothes, and Crystal got up and began making herself breakfast, the both of them still letting out a giggle here and there. Zelda closed the bathroom door and had herself a nice hot shower, elegantly lathering her body with soap and rinsing with water. The water running over her body, of course, only gave her constant reminder of her considerably full bladder. She gave it a few experimental presses, and each one seemed to increase her need not only in the short run, but also in the long run, as if it actually added water into her bladder! Of course Zelda knew this was silly, but it was nonetheless what it felt like.
Stepping out of the shower and drying off, Zelda noticed an issue. In her haste to grab some plausible waiting-for-the-bathroom clothes, she had picked up her swimsuit instead of her underwear! She thought about calling to Crystal, or even just streaking across to her room quickly (they were extremely close friends and would hardly even be embarrassed). A better idea, however, occurred to her: why not just wear her swimsuit? It wasn't cold inside the house, and as mentioned they were close enough that the show-offy near-underwear suit would be perfectly acceptable. So she just picked up the black two-piece suit and put it on. It showed off her body excellently; the top was basically a bra with most of the edge parts cut off, exposing her soft breast from the top and side; the bottom was a thin piece of underwear that accented her hips and butt and, incidentally, her bladder, which was now sticking out by perhaps in inch.
She exited the bathroom, carrying her regular shirt and pants along with her pajamas, as if she had intended all along to wear nothing but her swimsuit. Crystal didn't notice the scandal, and didn't question her friend's clothing choice; thus they ate breakfast just as if Zelda were fully clothed (and not, by now, a bit bursting to pee). They had planned to go outside swimming today, but a brief evaluation of the water revealed it to be “too frickin' cold for life to exist”. This study, however, was found to be both “nonsense” and a “silly complaint”, and thus a counter-study was carried out, which was then forced to admit that it was “pretty darn cold”. Zelda, however, really wanted to test out her holding abilities when exposed to the water, and since tomorrow was their last day they needed to do it either then or today – presuming she could even hold her pee until tomorrow to make it an option!
Thus it was resolved, with some persuasion from Zelda, that they would go outside and swim in a few hours.
In those few hours, Zelda managed to get herself into some trouble. She had consumed a glass of orange juice (with breakfast) , a glass of milk (with the juice), a bottle of water (“I'm thirsty”), another bottle of water (“I'm still thirsty”), and a third bottle of water (“I like having something to sip while I read.”). And in those few hours, the liquids had made their way down into her ever-filling bladder, upping her urgency levels from a 7.5 to a solid 9. The bulge had grown considerably, now pushing outwards perhaps an inch and a half over her whole tummy, and the actual pressure and effort involved with holding it in had become nontrivial. Zelda sat in her chair reading, with her legs uncrossed but pressed together slightly, silently facing one wave after another of temporarily increased urgency to piss. It was even a bit hard to maintain composure; she had some desire to shift around in her chair, and wished more than once that she could cross her legs. During a particularly bad wave, she had even pressed her hand into her lap subtly for a second or so, to hold it back.
Zelda – the beautiful girl with a bladder of steel – really, really had to pee.
“You wanna go check the water again to see if it's good?” Crystal finally suggested.
Zelda looked up from her book, and suppressed her desire to pee in order to pay attention.
“Uhh- yeah! Good idea.” she said. She stood up, still in nothing but a bathing suit, and managed to keep her urge to pee underground, beneath the surface. If Crystal had looked, the bulge on her tummy would have been unmistakable, but Crystal did not look, having not noticed that her friend had not used the bathroom once in the whole time she was there, or else assuming she had peed a few hours ago before breakfast.
Either way, even as they both plunged into the water playfully and began swimming and splashing around, Zelda managed to control herself decently, and even could ignore her silly pee-filled bladder enough to have fun with her friend.
The water, however, did nothing to help her efforts, and in looking out at the vast stretch of lake that hid even its other side from sight, she was reminded of her own personal lake, colored a brilliant yellow and struggling to escape. As they climbed out of the water a few hours later, she still managed to hold it in discretely, though with some more effort than before. She was, as she admitted to herself, as full as 9.5 now. Her bladder gave her no peace at all, instead it constantly begged and negotiate with relief, threatening more than once to empty itself without Zelda's permission – a threat, by the way, that Zelda could not fend off with sheer will power; she crossed her legs.
After drying off and going inside, Zelda still opted to remain in only her swimsuit. Her bulge was quite visible, sticking out a full two inches from her normal flatness (though Crystal, happily, took no notice) and her efforts to keep the dam shut were gradually becoming more and more desperate. It was only mid afternoon the day before they leave for two days of driving, and already the great Zelda was coming close to her limit. This wouldn't do. She got up and paced a little, not entirely to help her think. She walked to the kitchen to grab another water bottle, and sipped at it worriedly. Soon it was gone, and she was well on her way through another one – practically playing double or nothing with her bladder – when Crystal walked in and asked what was wrong. Zelda almost blushed to find that she had not been entirely composed during her pacing, and had done a bit of a squirm at either end of each line of steps, and had given herself a little squeeze between the legs on more than one occasion. She instantly stopped each of these cold turkey, and stood pointedly still with her legs pointedly far apart.
“Oh, nothing's wrong.” She said. “I'm just...sad to be leaving this place so soon. It's so nice here.”
Crystal looked at her sympathetically and said “Oh, c'mere you!” and pulled Zelda into a long, tight, comforting hug. Of course, the tightness of the hug meant the Crystal's whole body was pressing onto Zelda's bladder. Not wanting to be rude – and genuinely enjoying the embrace – Zelda hugged back just as hard, doubling the pressure on her bladder. She felt as though she would explode right then and there, but she somehow managed to pull through and remain still as Crystal ended the hug after an unbearable eternity, and headed to the bathroom. As soon as she was out of sight, Zelda took a moment to squirm around, do a little dance on the spot, and grab her crotch a few times, to catch up on all the holding she owed her bladder. She took out a third bottle just before gulping down the second, and wondered why she was doing this to herself. She wouldn't be able to hold her pee even without all this needless extra, so why drink it? Why not make it so she could at least last longer?
Her train of thought was cut short by hearing another loud, strong pee coming from behind the bathroom door. It sounded quite relieving to its owner, which of course just made it even harder for Zelda to hold.
Too bad! After Crystal came out, Zelda refrained from going in herself, and instead said “another nice pee, I notice?” and grinned teasingly.
Crystal grinned back. “I really had to go.” she said, blushing. “I thought I was gonna pee myself when we were hugging!”
Torn between arousal and desperation, Zelda simply said “That makes two of us.”
“Oh!” said Crystal. “Sorry, am I keeping you out of the bathroom?”
Zelda laughed and shook her head. “Nah- I'll go later.”
Crystal first made to ask if Zelda was sure, but something in her eye told her that Zelda was in fact quite sure, so she instead asked “Oh? Why not now?”
“Eh.” replied Zelda, lying with the casualness of her voice. “I can hold it.”
Crystal chuckled. “Alrighty then.”
Dinnertime came and went. Zelda's bladder stretched more and more to accommodate for the three bottles she had drank while pacing, and she continued valiantly fighting on, holding back the pee for just a minute longer, again and again, still showing few outward signs of her desperate need. She wasn't yet at a 10, but 9.5 was too small a number to capture her need. A 9.8, she might have called it.
Either way, as she ate dinner she squirmed from side to side, shifted in her seat, and kept a hand near her lap at all times. When Crystal would look over she would summon all her willpower to stop moving, and somehow keep herself shut tight and dry discretely, until something else caught her friend's attention, whereupon she would resume her pee-dance.
After dinner, she remained again in her bathing suit, being too full of pee to concentrate on changing. In her room she threw all her stuff into her bag and considered herself packed for tomorrow. The owner of the house could keep her toothbrush and toothpaste; she was NOT going near a toilet in this state.
The girls' evening stay-up was conducted in much the same was as dinner, with Zelda sitting still and calm when Crystal looked over, and when she looked away desperately scissoring her legs, crossing them tightly while rocking back and forth, and squeezing her hand between her legs. Their chatting went on nearly an hour, and Zelda could barely comprehend any of it due to her extreme urge to piss. Afterwards, it took her nearly another hour to fall asleep for the same reason. She absolutely refused to relieve herself in that bathroom, right up until her desperate tossing and turning of wakefulness became a gentle shifting and squirming under the palm of sleep.
Zelda awoke in pain. Her bladder immediately screamed in her ear for relief, and she all but ran straight to the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. She danced on the spot, trying to remember in her still sleepy mood how to take off underwear. By the time it came to her, however, she also remembered her promise. I will not pee in that toilet. She continued hopping back and forth from foot to foot, biting her lip, holding herself, trying to calm the 3-inch bulge in her tummy that was her swollen bladder. A solution had to be reached, now. Finally it occurred to her: she promised not to pee in the toilet. She could very well, if she wished, go pee in the lake.
So, she burst out of the bathroom and ran frantically down to the shore, noticing Crystal enter the bathroom only peripherally. She reached the water in a matter of seconds, and was just about to let it all out when she saw a family with children canoing past, taking their sweet time to get on past their part of the shore and out of sight.
Zelda watched them with a burning glare, doing a full pee-dance where she stood. She paced back and forth in a panic, desperate to hide her predicament from them in case they might look over. She took two steps, and bent over with crossed legs, holding her crotch. She snapped back upright in less than a second, only to groan and press her legs together tightly. She looked this way and that for somewhere, ANYWHERE she might be able to relieve herself, but found none! She continued pacing around, her bladder on red alert, beyond 10, beyond 11, beyond 12! She was desperate to pee, frantic to pee, absolutely, positively, at-the-limit, DYING to just go pee already!
In a frenzied panic, she ran back UP the stairs into the house, and ran to the bathroom door, holding her crotch the whole way. She ran up to the door and seized the knob, only to find it locked! She danced frantically back and forth around the hallway, bouncing up and down, holding herself, and doing everything possible to keep her piss contained. She pounded on the door and yelled “Crystal! For God's sake hurry up! I'm gonna pee my pants!” Tears came to her eyes, as wave after wave of pressure and pain cam over her. She was in the final minute of her holding, she knew that much. Her frantic, desperate, panicked dance could only last her so long.
And right then, it happened. There was no sneeze, no scare, no tickling, no anything at all. Zelda simply could not control her bladder any longer. First a single spurt came out, then the whole rest of the flood. The first spurt caused only a slightly damp spot on her swimsuit; the flood came out in a thick, strong, hissing jet of hot pee, locked up in Zelda's bladder for so long. It came out uninvited by anyone, least of all Zelda herself, yet as Zelda stood, frozen, with her legs crossed over so that she was pressed low to the ground and both hands in her crotch, it came out anyway. It puddled up on the floor quickly as Zelda watched in horror. She couldn't believe it. She, the iron bladder; she, the holding queen; she, Zelda (!) was standing here, peeing her pants. Wetting herself. Having an accident.
A minute later, Zelda was still peeing violently, tears coming out almost as fast as piss, and she saw Crystal coming out of the bathroom. Her already red cheeks turned an ever deeper hue and spread the color around her whole face and to her ears as she continued letting it out, only now far enough through the process that she could begin to feel some relief. By now, she had given up all hope of trying to stop the stream, but even though at this point she felt she might be able to regain control, she didn't try; it felt too good to finally be releasing her enormous, overfull, sore bladder to put it off for even a second. Even as Crystal looked at her in surprise and even some disgust, Zelda just looked down and continued on for two full minutes, before her stream finally tapered into a steady little trickle, and then uneven drops. One more spurt of full-powered pee came out, and then she was empty.
Her puddle extended several feet in each direction; Crystal had stepped slowly away to avoid it, and as she had her disgust had turned to astonishment at the sheer size of her friend's bladder, and finally laughing amazement at it. Zelda looked up in shame, expecting disgust and anger, but found her friend laughing hilariously and holding her sides. They met eyes, and Zelda's confusion brought forth an explanation of her hilarity when Crystal was able to talk.
“Have you been holding ever since I went last night, when you said you really had to go?” she asked, with tears of laughter in her eyes.
Zelda's mortification was slowly turning to humor as well, and she explained half-laughingly “Ever since I left my house.”
This only reactivated Crystal's laughter, and pretty soon Zelda was laughing too, standing now in an enormous puddle of her own piss, still spreading slowly out, for no reason other than sheer stubbornness. Minutes earlier, she had stood inside the very bathroom in front of her, and decided not to pee, and here she was, facing an empty bladder nonetheless, though with the added bonus of the mess to clean up. She laughed along with Crystal until her sides ached as well, and until the spreading puddle threatened to got on the furniture nearby, and necessitated them to calm down and clean it up, which Crystal helped to do unquestioningly. When they were nearly done, Crystal got up and went into their shared bedroom, and emerged with a set of Zelda's actual clothes. Zelda had finished cleaning and put the used paper towels in the trash, then turned to face Crystal, still wearing her soiled swimsuit.
“Here,” Crystal told her. “Take a shower, and put these on.”
Zelda took the clothes with a hiccup and a “Thank you”, and proceeded into the bathroom. She peeled off the soaked suit-bottom, and unfastened and drew off the top. She took a nice, hot shower, and though it seemed she had escaped this incident with nothing more than an affectionate laugh and humorous bonding-session, she resolved in passing that she would train and stretch her bladder until she could hold for as long as she would have needed to to make it home in a potential next visit – six days.
When she exited the bathroom, Crystal was waiting for her with packed bags and a hug. She held her friend close, and though Zelda was disappointed not to have made it, and slightly ashamed to have not made it in such a dramatic way, she felt a lot better.
Crystal began with a straight face: “It's been an...interesting-” at this point she twitched and giggled “-an interesting trip, hasn't it?”
Zelda smiled. “Yeah. I suppose it has.” They looked at each other with wide grins, and then burst into laughter at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. They continued laughing as they carried their luggage out to the car, and they continued laughing as they did a last check of the house, and they continued laughing and chatting away all the way home.
It had indeed been an interesting trip!
Edited January 10, 2015 by SecretPerson
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Haven't posted for a while but I've just written a new story involving Rapunzel and Flynn from Disney's Tangled, I hope you enjoy :D
Rapunzel Exposed
Flynn was taking Rapunzel to see the Lanterns. It was going to happen, she was finally going to see what she had always wanted to see. That coupled with the fact that she was actually about to leave the tower made this the most excited she had ever been. There was no way she was gonna stop and think about going to the bathroom before she left, she's never even had to make that decision before. Having spent most of her life in this tower she was used to the convenience of being able to pee whenever she wanted to pee. In fact she didn't even know what it felt like to be desperate.
She didn't know that she had to pee until after she'd recovered from the excitement of being free. The feeling of wind in her hair and grass between her toes made her totally forget. Just being in the open air was the most fun Rapunzel had ever had, and it was a good long while before she started to wind down. That was when it hit her. She felt an intense pressure just below her waist, a pressure she had never felt quite like this before. She wanted to ask Flynn where the toilet was, even though it seemed like a silly question. Part of her knew there wasn't one out here, but then again, what did she know? She had no choice but to say something.
"Flynn?"
"Yeah?" he replied, noticing the worry in her voice.
"Erm" Rapunzel hesitated "I have to go to the bathroom."
She felt stupid as soon as the words left her mouth, she could feel Flynn's eyes judging her and was dreading what his response was going to be.
"I can't really help you there" he responded.
"Well" she said, wondering where this was going "What do you do when you, you know, have to pee?"
"I pee" he said, which was not particularly helpful.
"Just...like that?" she asked.
"Well" he said "obviously you have to find the right place in which to do it. And you have to be, how would you say it, slightly exposed."
For some reason the word 'exposed' made what she was soon to do all the more real.
"Exposed?" she asked, in horror.
"Yeah well, you know..." Flynn started to say. "Oh come on" he continued "Don't tell me you've never peed outside before?"
Now Flynn was the one that felt stupid.
"Really?" Rapunzel said "You really need me to answer that? Why the hell would I have ever needed to pee outside when I've been living in a frickin' tower my whole life?"
Rapunzel knew that she shouldn't really be mad at Flynn as it wasn't his fault, but at the same time she could feel that pressure starting to get more intense. The longer they stood here having this conversation the more desperate she was becoming.
"I'm sorry" Flynn said, and he meant it.
"It's ok" Rapunzel replied, and although it might not have sounded like it, she meant it as well "so, what do you mean by 'finding the right place'?"
At this rate she was beginning to not really care about where she was gonna do it, she just wanted to do it.
"It's gotta be somewhere where people aren't gonna see you" Fynn replied.
"Ok" she said "Where do you suggest?"
Instinctively, she grabbed hold of her crotch and squeezed her legs together. She didn't know whether it would help or not, it just seemed like the right thing to do. When she realised that it actually didn't help, she then decided to dance on the spot a little. That too proved unhelpful. She let out a little moan.
All the while, Flynn is watching, unsure of quite what to say or what to do. He looked around for a good place.
"Erm" he said.
"Please hurry, oh my god I seriously need to go RIGHT NOW!" Rapunzel yelled.
Flynn was starting to panic as well. He suggested the first place that looked reasonably private.
"You see those trees that are all bunched together?"
Rapunzel nodded.
"The biggest one right in the middle, go behind that" he said.
"And you won't look?" she asked.
"Why the hell would I look?" he replied.
Luckily for Rapunzel, Flynn wasn't the kind of guy that enjoyed watching girls pee, not that Rapunzel would know anything about that anyway.
"Please" she said, still dancing on the spot "Just promise me you won't look."
"I won't look" he said.
Without saying another word, she waddled over to the tree as fast as she could. She kept her legs crossed the whole time as she felt for sure it was all gonna spill out if she didn't.
She made it behind the tree. She carefully uncrossed her legs. Much to her relief, it didn't all spill out. She removed her underwear, which she was highly embarrassed about, but after all, Flynn promised he wouldn't look.
She didn't quite know what to do next. She knew how to pee, but she only knew how to do it sitting down on a toilet. She was standing up next to a tree and wearing a long dress. How was she supposed to do it without getting it on her dress. Also, she was barefoot. What if she got it all over her feet? She figured she was meant to spread her legs as far apart as possible, and bring her dress up as high as she could. She got that far, and was suddenly struck with the sheer horror of what she was about to do. She could feel the cold breeze on her exposed genitals. There was a guy she'd only just met standing only a few yards away. When the pee hits the ground, he was probably going to hear it. And what if it got on her hair?
She was absolutely desperate, fit to burst and yet she couldn't make herself do it. She applied the same pressure as she always had done when she sat down to pee, but nothing but a few drips came out.
She stood for a few minutes, closed her eyes and tried to relax. She managed to spurt a little. She heard it hit the ground and it was just too much. In frustration, she let go of her dress and put her underwear back on. She started to walk back over to Flynn, but she could barely move. If anything, she was actually more desperate than before.
"All better?" Flynn asked.
"I..." Rapunzel hesitated "I couldn't do it Flynn, I just couldn't."
She started to cry. Frankly, Flynn found the whole thing ridiculous but he also couldn't help but feel sorry for Rapunzel. He knew what to do.
"Come with me" he said as he grabbed her arm.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked, between sobs.
"You'll see" he said.
The walk to the waterfall felt like a lifetime for Rapunzel, who not long ago was afraid of wetting herself would now love nothing more than to just let it all out.
"A waterfall?" Rapunzel yelled "That's just gonna make it worse!"
"Trust me" Flynn said "Close your eyes, and relex."
She did as he told her.
"Now, just listen to the sound of the waterfall" Flynn whispered.
It started to work. Rapunzel was able to start letting it go a little bit at a time. It was slowly trickling down her legs and onto her feet. A little wet patch appeared on the back of her dress.
"It's working!" she said "I'm doing it."
As the stream started to get a little heavier, she walked right up to the water's edge. She removed her underwear again. They were soaking wet, but she didn't care. She threw them on the ground. Her pee was trickling down onto the grass below her. She lifted up her dress as high as it would go and stepped into the water. As soon as her feet were submerged, she finally just let it all out. She no longer cared that Flynn was watching, she no longer cared that she was outside, she didn't even care that she had just peed all over herself.
The sound of her pee splashing on the water was almost comforting, although she had never peed with quite such force before. When it finally started to slow down, she let out a loud moan, partly of relief but also of arousal. She let the last few drops go, stepped out of the water, flicked her toes to dry her feet off and looked over at Flynn.
Flynn was staring in total disbelief at what he had just seen. Rapunzel smiled at him.
"That's better" she said.
"Alright then" he replied.
And they never spoke of it again.
Edited January 10, 2015 by Dale Miller
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Hey all, I've been lurking here for some time, and figured it was time to give storytelling a shot. So here's the first installment of what I hope to be a multi part series. It centers around a girl named Ashley Trippler, and it follows her as she joins the Marine Corps. Hope you enjoy!
Ashley's Adventure in the Corps, Part 1
It was just past 2:30 in the morning when the bus carrying the 3 dozen recruits pulled up to the gates at Marine Corps Recruit Depot Parris Island. The gate guard waved the vehicle through, and Ashley Trippler gazed through the window into the night. Nothing but swamp for as far as the eye could see, aside from the faint glow from the city lights of Hilton Head many miles distant.
"I'm so fucking tired," Ashley thought. She hadn't slept since two nights before, when she awoke at 4AM to complete her final medical evaluation before she shipped off to bootcamp. Now, she was approaching 24 hours of being awake, with not a bed in sight for who knows how long.
She reached up and pulled her dark brown hair into a tight bun. Ashley had dark features, but there was a scattering of freckles across her pale face- something she had been teased about through middle school. She had been a late bloomer, something of a beanpole throughout most of her schooling, but very athletic. It wasn't until her junior year that she sprouted her C cup breasts, which were generous for her small frame.
She looked to her right, where her friend Jenny Hansley was dozing off in her seat. Ashley gently nudged her.
"We're almost there," she said. Jenny mumbled something and turned her head, and Ashley pushed her sharply to wake her up. "Hey!" She had never been the soft spoken kind, which made many of her female peers uncomfortable.
"Come on," Jenny said, groggily, "I'm trying to get just a little more sleep before..." Her voice trailed off.
"Whatever," Ashley shrugged, turning her gaze back out the window. "Don't shit yourself when the Drill Instructor climbs on the bus and starts screaming at us."
The bus made its way down the long causeway heading to the recruit depot. Millions of Marines, both male and female, had been trained here over the course of the 20th century. Ashley was proud to be one of them, but right now all she could think about was sleep. And her bladder.
"Guess I'd better go pee before we get there," she thought, as she began to stand. Her thoughts quickly moved to Jenny, asleep beside her, and she briefly considered letting her sleep. "She can suck it up, I gotta piss," Ashley reasoned.
But suddenly, the bus lurched to a halt. They were in front of a large brick building, lit up by yellow streetlights. "Fuck." she muttered to herself. The air brakes on the bus caused Jenny to stir, and the double doors opened up. Heavy footsteps clomped up the stairs.
"All right!" Half the bus jumped at these first words, which were bellowed out as if from a subwoofer. Then came the famous line which all these recruits had been anticipating: "GET OFF MY BUS!"
Poor Jenny was still foggy from slumber as the recruits got up and grabbed their things. Ashley handed Jenny her paperwork, which she had almost left in the seat back in front of her. Rubbing her legs one last time, she stood.
As they stepped off the bus, the recruits quickly formed up along the famous "yellow footprints" painted on the black asphalt. The Drill Instructor, a short male with tattoos on his forearms, was hollering instructions at them, but Ashley only picked up half of what he said. Her mind was focused on planning how to quietly slip away and use the bathroom.
"Head," she mentally corrected herself. "Marines call the bathroom the head."
The recruits hurried into the receiving barracks through a small side door. From the Drill Instructor's speech, Ashely picked up that the large silver double doors in the center were for Marines only.
The next few minutes were a blur of movement and shouting. There was a phone call home somewhere in there. Some paperwork. But mostly the thunderous voice of the DI, and the shrill reply of "Aye, sir!" by the recruits.
The males who were on the bus with them had filed off to go get their haircuts, leaving the females to be led into a classroom filled with cold, metal desks. They were seated, and ordered to put their heads on the desktops. After a few moments, there was some shuffling and murmuring at the front of the room, and a shrill female voice sounded out. "Eyes!" The recruits lifted their heads to see a female drill instructor standing alongside a Navy Corpsman in front of the room. Cardboard boxes were stacked on the table in front of them. "Okay, eyes!" the female DI repeated. Having done her homework before she left home, Ashley knew exactly what the Drill Instructor wanted to hear. "Open, ma'am," she shouted, the sole voice in the room. A couple of the recruits looked at her in confusion.
"Oh great freakin' job, recruit," the DI shouted at Ashley. Even though she had never been the timid type, she still felt her heart jump to her throat, and her bladder tighten. "How'd you know the proper response?" the instructor asked condescendingly.
"I heard it from my recruiter-" Ashley was cut off as the DI launched from behind the desk and rushed her.
"I? I? I? There is no such thing as 'I'! The only eyes are in your miserable head, you thing! From now on you and every other set of tits in here is "this recruit". Understand?"
Ashley's light skin tone betrayed her and she turned bright red. Not only because she should have known better than to use the word "I", but also because she was pretty sure she had just pissed herself a little bit. Judging from the rapidly cooling wet feeling at the lips of her pussy, she was probably right. She hoped that it didn't show. "Sure, I'll just pee in my fucking pants in front of the whole platoon, that'd be a great way to start off bootcamp," she scolded herself internally. As the Drill Instructor turned around to walk back to her desk, Ashley snuck a quick peek at her crotch. Dry, for all that anyone could tell just by looking. She caught movement from the corner of her eyes, and saw Jenny fidgeting uncomfortably in her seat. "Guess she's gotta go too," Ashley thought.
"Now," the Drill Instructor said, "my name is Drill Instructor Staff Sergeant Casey. I'll be controlling everything you do until someone with more rank on their collar says otherwise. The first thing you're doing is a piss test."
Ashley internally sighed with relief. Even if she had to urinate into a cup, at least she would finally be able to let it all go. She sensed Jenny shift in her seat to her right. Ashley knew that Jenny had a shy bladder, as she could barely squeeze out the few drops required for their last urinalysis. Ashley, fortunately, didn't have that problem, as there wasn't a timid bone in her body.
The Drill instructor commanded the first row to get up and grab a small cup from the table, then they proceeded into the head. After a moment, they all emerged, cup full of urine in hand, and they placed them into the cardboard boxes on the table. Next it was Jenny's row's turn. They filed into the head, and after a minute or two, filed out in the same fashion. Ashley noticed that Jenny wasn't among them. "This can't be good," she thought as her row was called up.
Upon entering the head, Ashley saw Jenny standing in the corner, with the empty cup in her hand. Staff Sergeant Casey stood in front of her berating her.
"So let me get this straight, recruit," she said, inching toward Jenny's down turned face. "You need to urinate, but you can't do it in front of anyone!"
"Aye, ma'am."
"Aye freakin ' what? I didn't tell you to do anything! You say yes or no to a damn question, knucklehead!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
Staff Sergeant Casey turned to the rest of the females, who had lined up in front of the toilets. "How 'bout the rest of you? Who else is going to have a problem?" The females were silent. "Okay, we'll freakin' see."
There were no stalls, so there was little left to the imagination of anyone else in the room. "Eyes ahead!" Staff Sergeant Casey bellowed. Ashley tried not to stare directly at the girl on the toilet in front of her, but it was nearly impossible. The girl, a redhead, was bright red as she unscrewed the cap, and placed the cup in front of her pussy. Ashley mouthed the word 'sorry', as the girl grimaced and a weak stream of piss flowed into the cup. She raised the cup, and finished off her pee into the toilet. Next, Ashley was up. It was a good thing too, because she had become very desperate listening to the other girls void their bladders.
She practically ripped her pants down, exposing her white and pink polka dotted panties. There was a small wet stain on them, and she caught the eye of the girl who was standing in the line in front of her. It was Mallory Winston, a girl who Ashley had met the night before. Mal was cut from the same cloth as Ashley was- loud, outspoken, and dominant- so it was only natural that they didn't get along one bit.
Immediately, Ashley knew that Mal saw the wet patch on her panties, because her mouth curled up in a mocking sneer. Ashley just glared back at her, and defiantly plopped her small ass onto the toilet seat. She fumbled with her cup, her legs bouncing as her need to pee skyrocketing. As she lowered the cup to her trimmed pussy, she relaxed, spraying piss into the cup. The cup filled almost immediately, and the hot liquid began to spill on her hands.
"Well, you're disgusting," Staff Sergeant Casey said, "but at least you're not shy!" She looked back at Jenny, who was starting to do a little pee dance in the corner. As Ashley finished up, the Drill Instructor approached her friend. "You're pathetic! You look like a child dancing around like that." The DI began to mimic Jenny, shuffling around in a pee dance. "I gotta go pee-pee buy I'm too shy because I'm a spoiled brat whose been coddled all her life!"
Jenny just stared back at the Staff Sergeant, her eyes watery. Her hands snuck down to her crotch, and she bent slightly. This seemed to push Casey's last button.
"Okay recruit," she said, adjusting her 'Smokey the Bear' hat, "I guess I'm on your time now. I'll wait all freakin' night, I don't mind at all!" Jenny let out a sob, which really caused the DI to lose it. "What the hell is wrong with you! Did you dodge a coat hanger for the first nine months of your life? Christ, I think I can see the scars from it on your forehead! What are you even doing on my island?"
Jenny had tears running down her face, as she tried to muster up the courage to respond. She had never been yelled at like this, and it was far too much for her to take all at once. "Well, what are you doing?" Casey bellowed again. Ashley's eyes moved downward, and she saw a wet stain appear on the front of Jenny's light blue jeans.
"...I'm going in my pants," Jenny whimpered. The wetness spread across her lap before cascading down her thighs and onto her black shoes.
"Oh my sweet lord," the Staff Sergeant growled. "Get over there!" She shoved Jenny toward the toilet as the girl fumbled with her pants button, peeing down her legs all the while. It was dead silent in the room, save for the sound of Jenny's piss splattering on the floor. "Get them off, you stupid jackass!"
"Aye, ma'am," Jenny whimpered, still draining her bladder into her pants. She fumbled with her zipper, but then began to cry openly, relaxing her hands to her side. She had given up, despite the Drill Instructor hollering at her to sit on the toilet. Jenny was just standing there with shaking legs, peeing full force into her pants.
"Everyone out of my head!" Staff Sergeant Casey shouted. The recruits filed out of the head, but Ashley stood defiantly across from her friend, who stood there forlorn, the stream of pee dying off. The DI snapped her attention to Ashley. "I know you heard me, recruit!"
"Ma'am," Ashley started, "this recruit wants to-"
"I don't give a cold shit what you want, assforbrains! Let me guess, this is your friend here, whose just soiled her pants."
"Yes, ma'am, this recruit wants to help her friend." Ashley stared coldly ahead, feeling the Staff Sergeant's eyes boring into her. It was a good thing she had already peed, because the intensity of the moment might have made her pee in her pants too. After a moment of silence which seemed like an eternity, the Drill Instructor stormed toward the door.
"I've got more important things to do than hang around smelling Recruit Potty Pants' piss. Come out when you're ready to be fucking recruits!"
The door swung shut, and Jenny collapsed on the toilet, sobbing into her hands. Though Ashley didn't have much of a compassionate side, she walked up to her and rubbed her back.
"Don't worry about it, Jenny," she said awkwardly. "No one will remember this in a week. We've still got a long way to go. You just gotta try to forget about it."
"How am I ever gonna make it here?" Jenny blubbered, wiping her hands on the small dry portion of her pant legs.
"I'll be here with you the whole time," Ashley said, "if you can do it, I can do it."
Jenny sniffled one last time, and was silent. She stood. "Thanks, Ashley."
With the muffled sounds of the recruits shouting wafting through the bathroom door, Ashley hugged Jenny, wet pants and all. With a grim determination, she decided to make it her personal mission during her time at MCRD Parris Island to motivate her friend to make it to graduation day. But that was still 13 long weeks away. |
Thanks for the critique, it's always good to have a second opinion. Here's chapter 2- I tried to apply what you said, so hopefully this one is a little more refined. I appreciate your input!
Ashley's Adventure in the Corps, Chapter II
The last three weeks had been a blur for Recruit Ashley Trippler. Every second of every day had been scripted out by her drill instructors, from the time she woke up in the morning at 0400 to whenever she had finally managed to get to sleep, long after the sun had fallen. Despite the grueling days of drill, PT, and class work (not to mention the constant presence of her Drill Instructor, Staff Sergeant Casey), Ashley had taken to military life well. On the second day of bootcamp, she had been chosen as one of the platoon's four squad leaders; though to her dismay, her rival Mallory Winston had earned the place as Platoon Guide, the senior most position.
Jenny Hansley had not performed as well, though. Her embarrassing accident on the first day had skylined her to Staff Sergeant Casey. It seemed that Casey had made it her personal mission to "un-ass" Jenny, which meant that the recruit had already spent countless hours on the quarterdeck doing push-ups, crunches, and mountain climbers. Unfortunately, Ashley had gotten herself caught up in nearly all of these punishments by always sticking up for her friend. Though the abuse was frustrating, Ashley could already see a large difference in the past few weeks. The girls of Platoon 4022 had already trimmed up, replacing any fat they had on their frames with lean muscle, and their voices had become stronger from the constant shouting. They were well on their way to becoming US Marines, but they still had nine weeks left on Parris Island.
It was 0355 on training day 14, by Ashley's count. She stood at the front of the squadbay with a red-lens flashlight- pulling fire watch again because of one of Jenny's mistakes. As the squad leader, any foul-ups by the recruits in her squad ultimately resulted in Ashley paying for them. She counted down the minutes to reveille. Any minute, the drill instructor would burst through the hatch, and Ashley was trying to enjoy the last few minutes of peace and quiet before the long day ahead of her.
Ashley looked around at the sleeping recruits, noticing one of them stirring. She caught a glint of light blonde hair, drawn into a sloppy bun. It was Mal, who hopped down off her bunk groggily. She approached Ashley.
"I'm going to the head," she said, wiping the sleep from her eyes. Ashley stopped her.
"Come on, Guide," she said, stopping her in her tracks. "It's almost 0400. You know the head is off limits 15 minutes prior to reveille." It was another one of the stupid rules set by Staff Sergeant Casey to further inconvenience the recruits. The drill instructor was infamous for never letting the girls use the bathroom when they wanted to. She said that by learning to hold it, it would instill discipline in them. Ashley knew that it was a crock of shit, but being the rule-follower that she was, she was forced to comply.
"I don't give a shit about Casey's rules right now," Mal said, pushing past the squad leader. "I gotta pee."
Ashley followed Mal into the head. "You're kidding me, right?" She asked, as they made their way back to the toilets. "Drill Instructor Staff Sergeant Casey is going to be here any second. If she finds the Guide breaking the rules first thing in the morning, the whole platoon is going to get fucked up. You know that!"
Mal stood in front of one of the toilets, reaching for the waistband of her OD green short shorts, "skivvies" in Marine Corps lingo. "Will you relax? I'm not gonna get caught. It's a stupid rule anyway." Mal yanked her skivvies down, and plopped down in the toilet. Though she agreed with the statement, Ashley placed her hands on her hip in a look of disgust at the deliberate insubordination. In response, Mal opened her legs as wide as she could, giving Ashley the finger as she began to pee. "Fuck you, you Girl Scout," Mal said, her piss jetting into the toilet.
As if on cue, Ashley felt a presence over her right shoulder, watching the look on Mal's face melt into one of fear.
"Really," Staff Sergeant Casey growled. Ashley turned around, popping to attention. The drill instructor stood there, staring coldly at the Platoon Guide peeing with her legs wide open. To her surprise, Casey turned her attention to Ashley. "What's the meaning of this, Squad Leader? You think you can let the Guide break the rules?"
Ashley was dumbfounded. She stuttered in her response. "Th...This recruit tried to stop the Guide-"
"Well you aren't trying very hard are you?" Staff Sergeant Casey bellowed, her voice echoing off the tiled walls. "She's still wetting!"
Ashley turned to Mal, whose stream was still hitting the toilet water full force. Ashley shouted at her, "Guide, get off the toilet right now!"
Mal didn't move, but she flexed her muscles, trying to void the rest of her bladder as quickly as possible. Ashley decided to take action- this could be her chance to finally usurp Recruit Winston from the coveted Platoon Guide position. She grabbed Mal by the arms, and yanked her off the toilet. Piss splattered all over her boots and the floor. "The fuck is wrong with you!" Mal cried.
Staff Sergeant Casey charged forward. "You? You? Okay I guess we just talk however we want on my island!" Behind the drill instructor's back, Ashley grinned. Mal had just used a personal pronoun, a cardinal sin at MCRD Parris Island. Mal was speechless. She stood there, piss running down her legs and wetting her shorts. "Quit wetting on my goddamn floor!"
"Aye, ma'am," Mal squeaked, clenching her bladder. Urine had pooled up around her feet, and some had splattered on the drill instructor's boots.
"You're disgusting!" Staff Sergeant Casey screamed. "You pissed all over yourself! And more importantly all over my boots! Clearly you don't know how to act like a Guide, fuckforbrains. You're fired!"
"Aye, ma'am!" Mal shouted, a look of anger on her reddened face.
"Get out of my face, thing! Go clean your nasty body!" Casey shook her head as Mal scooped up her shorts, and ran bottomless to the showers, her large ass glistening in the dim light. She turned to Ashley, who fixed her gaze forward at attention. "You have exactly three minutes to get this platoon dressed and on line, or its your scrawny ass on my quarterdeck, new Guide. Move!"
Ashley swelled with pride as she shouted in the affirmative to her DI. She had wanted nothing more over the past three weeks than to take over Mal's billet as the guide, whom Ashley felt had taken advantage of the position. Sprinting out of the head, she slapped on the lights to the squadbay.
"Lights! Lights! Lights!" She shouted. The girls of Platoon 4022 roused quickly, jumping from their bunks and placing their heels in the yellow line down the center of the squadbay. They looked confused to see Recruit Ashley Trippler standing on the quarterdeck giving commands. "Recruits," Ashley started, grabbing the guide's maroon armband from the table, and wrapping it around her left bicep, "This recruit is now Platoon 4022's guide. Get dressed and stand in line at attention for the Drill Instructor!"
Ashley walked down the center of the squadbay, watching the recruits spring into action. She caught Jenny's eye, and couldn't help smiling as her friend silently congratulated her. As she neared the end of the squadbay, however, she noticed one of the girls behind a bunk bed talking with another. Ashley approached them.
"Hey," recruit Trippler said, "let's go, get the lead out! What's going on?"
The girl turned to her Guide. It was Maureen Yeager, a soft spoken brunette from Boston. Immediately, Ashley could tell there was something wrong from Maureen's big, blue misty eyes. She looked down to see a wet stain on the crotch of Maureen's shorts, her tan legs still moist. Breaking character, Ashley approached the recruit. "Oh god. Did you wet the bed?" Maureen nodded. Not only was this embarrassing for the recruit, but it could potentially get her kicked out of bootcamp. Yeager was a good girl, who always put out 100 percent in whatever she did. Ashley had to think quickly.
"Take those off," she whispered, looking around to make sure the coast was clear. "Get rid of them!" Maureen complied, sliding the clammy shorts off to reveal her pussy, unshaven from the three weeks spent on the Island. "Now change into your cammies. No one has to know about this."
Maureen nodded. "Thank you," she choked out.
"Our secret, okay?" Ashley returned to the quarterdeck. She knew that Maureen Yeager wanted nothing more than to be a Marine, and she couldn't bring herself to rat the poor girl out to the drill instructor. Still, it bugged her to bend the rules, even a little bit.
Staff Sergeant Casey came out of the duty hut. Eyeing the platoon, who was formed up neatly in full uniform, she nodded.
"Well I'll be damned," Casey said, turning to Ashley, "you can follow basic instructions. Unlike some people!" She motioned to Mal, who was exiting the head. The former guide hesitated, shooting Ashley a vengeful look. She was wrapped in a towel and still holding her soaked skivvies.
Ashley stared back. "Recruit Winston," she said, "go get changed."
When Mal began to speak, Staff Sergeant Casey bellowed "You heard your guide, Winston. Get off my quarterdeck!"
Mal scurried off with an "Aye, ma'am." The other recruits eyeballed her and her wet skivvies. Ashley knew that Mal must have felt the 60 pairs of eyes burning into her as she returned to her rack and donned her uniform.
"Platoon 4022," Casey commanded, "Fall out! Recruit Winston, you're staying. I'll deal with you later."
"Aye, ma'am," Mal said, pulling on her pants. Ashley led the recruits out the door, and stood proudly at the head of the formation in the street below, ready to fulfill her duties as the Platoon Guide.
That evening, the recruits finally returned to the squadbay, Recruit Trippler at their head. As they entered, they saw Recruit Winston on the quarterdeck with another drill instructor, Sergeant Quinn. Mal was furiously performing mountain climbers, being berated all the while. Ashley couldn't help but feel bad for her, as this punishment had most likely lasted the entire day. The three empty canteens surrounding Winston affirmed this.
As the platoon formed up along the long yellow line, Sergeant Quinn dismissed the recruit to go take her place on line directly across from Ashley. Staff Sergeant Casey approached her.
"How are we feeling, thing?" she mockingly asked the girl.
"This recruit needs to use the head," Mal said, panting from the exercise.
"After what you did to it this morning? I don't think so," the DI said, walking away. It was far too common for Casey to deny the girls bathroom visits, even for recruits who had done nothing wrong- a practice Ashley strongly disagreed with.
Mal squeezed her knees together, still at the position of attention. She must really have had to go, Ashley thought to herself. Come to think of it, so did she. She hadn't gone to the bathroom since lunchtime.
The drill instructors had exited to squadbay, leaving the recruits silently standing on line. Mal glared across at Ashley, who returned her gaze. She looked toward the head, obviously contemplating making a run for it.
"Don't even think about it, Recruit," Ashley said sternly. "You already broke the rules once today, and we're lucky we didn't catch hell for it."
"Fuck you," Mal said, bouncing in place pathetically. "I'm about to pee my fucking pants."
"You can wait like the rest of these recruits." Ashley knew that the other girls had to go, judging by the fidgeting up and down the line. But they didn't dare go anywhere without the drill instructor's approval. Why the hell didn't Staff Sergeant Casey let them all go before convening with the other DI?
Ashley gritted her teeth. Her pussy was aching she had to go so bad. She didn't want to show any weakness in front of the other recruits, so she silently took it. Staring ahead, she noticed Mal holding her crotch.
"That doesn't look like the position of attention, Winston," Ashley said. "Arms at your side."
Mal muttered "Go fuck yourself" under her breath, but nonetheless returned her arms to her sides, groaning and bending at the knees. Some of the recruits turned to look at the girl in her dilemma. It was obvious what she was about to do.
"Eyes front." Ashley commanded, knowing Mal was going to lose it in her pants. She figured she may as well give the girl some privacy as she soiled herself.
Sure enough, Ashley saw a wet patch explode down her friend's legs. There was a muffled hissing sound, and Mal turned bright red. The green camouflage material of her pants darkened, and Mal closed her eyes. "Fuck..." She hissed. Opening her eyes, she looked at Ashley. "This is your fault, you fucking bitch. You made me piss myself!"
As her stream died off, a puddle formed under her on the cold concrete floor of the squadbay. Mal huffed. "Happy?"
Even though Winston was her rival, Ashley felt awful. Maybe she could have bent the rules a little bit and get her go pee. It would have spared her from this accident, and the inevitable thrashing it would bring on her. It might have even sent a message to the Drill Instructor that she couldn't keep making her recruits hold it for so long. Ashley knew she had to do something, as the other girls murmured to each other in disapproval.
She stepped forward, heading to the front of the squadbay. "Everyone face front," she said. The girls turned to face her. "You all know that if one of us suffers, we all suffer. I'm not going to leave Recruit Winston to deal with this by herself. We're in this together." She made eye contact with Mal, who shared the other girls' look of confusion. Their looks turned into one of shock as Ashley did the unthinkable.
Right there, on the quarterdeck, Ashley Trippler began wetting her pants.
She forced her pee out, standing rigidly at attention. Her legs and crotch instantly glowed with warmth. "If we don't stand up to Drill Instructor Staff Sergeant Casey now, she's going to continue denying us visits to the head," she said, her voice unwavering. Ashley knew she was blushing, but she kept her bearing, brazenly peeing herself in front of the whole platoon. She hoped that she wouldn't be the only one to join Mal in her accident.
Thankfully, her prayers were answered when she heard Jenny giggle. Looking over to her friend, Ashley saw her standing at attention smiling to herself, pee running down her pant legs. She was sighing with relief.
One by one, the other girls in the platoon relaxed their bladders. The room was filled with the dull spraying noises emanating from the recruits' pants. Some girls laughed, others shook their heads in disbelief at the bizarre method of protest. Other just stood there silently wetting their pants. But nearly all of them were urinating where they stood.
Ashley felt the stream of her own urine slacken, and her legs cooled off rapidly. She pushed one last spurt into her pants with a shiver. Then, wordlessly, she marched back to her spot on line, her flooded boots making a squelching sound with each step. Mal stopped her.
"Hey," she whispered. "Uh.. Thanks, I guess." She grinned sheepishly. Ashley felt herself making the same face.
"I sure hope it works."
Ashley stood on line at attention with the rest of the girls in the platoon. Now we wait, Ashley thought to herself. Her heart skipped a beat as she heard the hatch open. The voice of the Company Commander, Staff Sergeant Casey's immediate supervisor, sounded out.
"What in the hell is this, Staff Sergeant?" The officer said. Out of the corner off her eye, Ashley could see Casey standing next to her superior on the quarterdeck. The drill instructor was silent with disbelief. "It looks like half your platoon has urinated in their pants! Have you been giving them bathroom breaks?"
"Ah, perhaps not as many as I should have, ma'am," Casey blurted out.
The company commander stepped forward. "Where's the guide at?"
"Here, ma'am!" Ashley stepped forward, the damp fabric of her camouflage pants clinging to her legs. The company commander motioned for her to come to the quarter deck. Squelching all the way, Ashley approached the officer, who ogled the recruit's soaked trousers. "Ma'am, Guide Trippler reporting as ordered."
"What the hell happened in here?" The company commander asked.
"Ma'am, these recruits were left standing at attention by the drill instructor when they had not had a head break all day. These recruits couldn't wait any longer."
Ashley held her breath, feeling incredibly foolish. The next second or two of silence seemed like an eternity.
"Dismissed," the commander said. She addressed the platoon. "Platoon 4022, go to the head and get cleaned up. I'm going to have a discussion with your drill instructor to make sure something like this never happens again."
Ashley nearly fell over with relief as the recruits shouted "Aye, ma'am!" And filed into the head. She followed them, watching as the company commander escorted Casey out the back hatch, fuming with anger.
The bathroom was crowded with sixty recruits, most of them in pissed pants, trying to peel them off. Ashley quietly moved to a corner, and slid off her soaked pants, unsure of how the recruits felt about her first big decision as the guide. Her skivvies were a wreck, soaked nearly up to the waistband. She felt a hand touch her shoulder.
"You crazy bitch," Mal said, laughing. "I think it actually worked!" Several of the other girls around her cheered her. Jenny stood nearby, still laughing to herself.
"That's gotta be the weirdest thing that's ever happened at Parris Island," Jenny said, sliding her shirt off to reveal her large breasts.
Ashley smiled, filled with relief, as she dropped her skivvies. "I definitely went out on a limb with that one," she laughed. "I felt like an idiot! I haven't pissed my pants since I was like three!"
"Well," Maureen said, entering the shower room, "Looks like that's one problem we won't have to deal with ever again!"
The girls were lighthearted as they washed off, and Ashley was proud that her first day as the Guide had ended on a positive note. She had won the platoon over, and had made amends with her rival. However, as she scrubbed her legs clean of pee, she couldn't help but feel apprehensive that Staff Sergeant Casey would seek retribution for the stunt they pulled that day. |
Thanks to you who have been following the story, and thanks for all of the input. Here's chapter 3!
Ashley's adventure in the Corps, Chapter 3
"Lights! Lights! Lights!"
Before she even knew that she was awake, Recruit Ashley Trippler found herself standing in line at attention, ready for the morning count-off. It wasn't even 0401, and they had already shouted "Aye, ma'am" to Drill Instructor Staff Sergeant Casey three times.
"Look alive, you sorry swamp donkeys," Casey hollered. She always had a new creative insult to throw at her recruits. "You got thirty seconds to be in full uniform and on line. This week, we're going to the field for combat training." The Staff Sergeant stopped in front of Ashley, who was just pulling her top on. "And out in the field, anything can happen. There's no witnesses. So you recruits had better limber up."
"Aye, ma'am," Ashley shouted, still pulling her blouse over her head. She didn't like the sound of that last remark. Ever since Ashley got her drill instructor in trouble over not giving the recruits enough bathroom breaks, Staff Sergeant Casey had been strangely quiet toward her. No retribution, no revenge, not even a single word spoken about the matter. But now that they were about to spend a week alone with their DI in the swamp, Ashley felt immensely apprehensive.
"Take your time, Recruit Hansley," Casey shouted to Jenny, who was still trying to pull one of her boots on. "I've got all week to play games with you in the swamp. I'll wait."
Once the recruits were dressed, the DI ordered them to grab their rucks, which they had packed full of equipment the night before. Ashley estimated that the whole kit weighed at least 60 pounds- half her own body weight. It was a six mile hike out to the training area, but they had already become accustomed to walking long distances with heavy loads. Even Jenny, who had a short, thick frame, could keep up with the taller girls on road marches, but they had never hiked for more than five miles before. Ashley, as the guide, would be marching first in the formation though, so she planned on setting a slower pace for the girls in he rear.
The girls flooded out of the squadbay into the morning chill. It was February, and even in South Carolina the temperatures could near freezing. Ashley's breath fogged in front of her as she stood at the head of the platoon holding the guidon, the flag that bore the platoon's number on it. She felt a presence over her right shoulder.
"You're not gonna fall out of this march, are you Guide?" Staff Sergeant Casey growled.
"No, ma'am."
"Then you'd better hydrate," Casey slapped the canteen hanging at Recruit Trippler's side. She addressed the platoon. "As a matter of fact, all of you recruits hydrate. I don't want to see one set of tits lagging behind! Got it?"
Grudgingly, the girls of platoon 4022 downed a full canteen of water each. They knew that when their DI told them to drink water, she meant them to suck down their whole one quart canteen.
"Platoon," Casey shouted, "forward, march!"
On the command, the platoon began shuffling forward at Ashley's pace. It was silent, save for the clomping of boots on the asphalt and the thick breathing of the girls.
After ten minutes of marching, they had exited the main training area of the island, and the paved road turned into gravel. Spanish moss hung from the tree limbs above. Had they not been conducting a road March under full pack, Ashley may have even enjoyed the brisk morning walk. But the pack straps were digging into her shoulders, and the chest strap was squashing her boobs. Not to mention the uncomfortable pressure the waist strap was placing on her bladder.
Ashley grimaced. In their rush to get out of the door, none of the girls had bothered to ask the Drill Instructor for a bathroom break. Ever since Ashley had stood up to the Staff Sergeant, they had rarely been denied visits to the head. But Casey took it upon herself to assume that if nobody asked, they didn't have to go.
The recruits trudged on, growing increasingly uncomfortable with each step. They crossed a bridge over a rushing creek, the musty smell of the swamp filling their nostrils. The running water was doing nothing to help the girls' growing need to pee. After they crossed the bridge, they heard Staff Sergeant Casey shouting from the rear of the formation.
"Are you kidding me? We haven't even made it past the two mile mark yet! We ain't stopping for a break till we're halfway, Hansley!"
Ashley rolled her eyes, frustrated at the fact that Jenny was already falling behind. But she realized that her need to urinate had caused her to significantly increase the pace of the march. She chopped her steps, allowing the girls behind her to catch up.
From over her shoulder, she heard the voice of Mal Winston.
"Come on," she complained, "we gotta make some tracks. Casey's going to lose it if she sees you slowing down."
"We're in this together, Mal, remember?" she scolded. "I'm not leaving anyone behind. If anyone falls out of this hike, they might not make it to graduation."
Maureen Yager chimed in from next to Mal. "I dunno about you all, but this pack strap digging into my stomach is making me have to pee so bad."
Ashley knew that she wasn't the only one. "We're only another ten or so minutes till the halfway point. I'm sure we can talk the Drill Instructor into giving us a bathroom break then."
"I guess we're wetting in the woods," Mal groaned. "I hate peeing outside. It's too damn cold and I always piss on myself!"
"You obviously weren't a Girl Scout," Maureen giggled. "If I had a nickel for each time I've gone pee outside, I'd be a millionaire."
"I'll have to stick with you then," Mal said, laughing. "Teach me your ways, you barbarian woman."
Even Ashley couldn't help but laugh at the last remark. She snuck a quick peek to her rear to make sure that the drill instructor was nowhere near. Maureen and Mal stood shoulder to shoulder, their foreheads glistening with sweat.
"How ridiculous do we look right now?" Maureen asked.
"Not gonna lie, you all are some hot ass bitches," Ashley joked. Even though the two girls were disheveled from the road march, they were both still very pretty. Mal had a modern beauty about her, platinum blonde hair and light eyes, not to mention her generous curves. Maureen had more of a classic look- darker hair drawn up over a long face. They complimented each other well.
In the back of the formation, Staff Sergeant Casey was still berating Jenny. Ashley heard heavy, running footsteps, and turned to see the drill instructor running to the front of the formation, dragging Jenny behind her by her pack strap.
"Here, guide," she spat, "take this thing and keep her from falling behind. If she falls out one more time, I swear to God I'm gonna drown you in the fucking swamp!"
Jenny's mouth hung open in exhaustion, stands of her tangled hair getting caught between her lips. She was a real sight for sore eyes, and if Ashley hadn't have known what she looked like on a normal day, she would have been repulsed. Nevertheless, Ashley reached out to her.
"Okay, stick up here with us, you can do this," Ashley said, as Casey ran to the rear of the formation to look for more stragglers. Noticing that her friend had a sort of limp to her step, Ashley asked "What's wrong, did you roll your ankle?"
"Just... Really... Gotta pee." Jenny panted in between breaths. Ashley moved Jenny in front of her, pushing on her pack for encouragement.
"Just hang on, I'm sure we'll stop soon." Jenny's slow gait was causing the rest of the platoon to falter. Ashley knew she had to do something about it, and quick, before the Drill Instructor returned. "Come on, step it out," she encouraged. Jenny could only mumble back. Her hand had moved from her pack strap down to her crotch.
"Hey, news flash," Casey shouted from the rear of the formation, "slow and steady does NOT win my goddamn race! Speed and intensity does! Now get some in your nasty bodies and step it the fuck out!"
Jenny groaned. Ashley knew there was only one way out of this situation that didn't end with Jenny failing bootcamp.
"Jenny, you can't fall out of this one, everything's at stake here," she said, leaning over her friend's shoulder. "Now I don't care what you have to do to walk faster, but you do it right now. You know what I mean."
She could see Jenny nod. Ashley looked down to see if she was doing it. "Yep," Ashley thought, "she's doing it."
As she was walking at the head of the column, Jenny was flooding her pants. Streams of piss cascaded down her legs, soaking the fabric of her pants, which were already damp from sweat. She was leaving a wet trail along the gravel road behind her, and Ashley hoped that she was the only one looking down.
Mal shook her head. "Ugh, gross," she retorted. Ashley turned to her.
"You're one to talk about peeing your pants," Ashley retorted.
"At least I didn't do it on purpose!" Mal said, blushing.
Jenny sighed in relief. Fountains of pee were cascading down her legs, bursting out of her soaked pants legs.
"Goddamn," Ashley said, "are you trying to piss a hole in your trousers?" The girls giggled.
"This is.. the worst day... of my life," Jenny gasped, pee still streaming down her legs. Nevertheless, she laughed along with her friends. As her piss stream died down, Jenny's pace finally matched the rest of the platoon.
Ashley saw her looking down to assess the damage she had inflicted to her camouflage trousers.
"Keep your head up," Ashley said, "you can't really tell that you peed yourself." It was only partially a lie- though Jenny's pants were damp from sweat all over, there was a clear soaked patch on her ass and down the inside of her legs. Hopefully it would dry before they stopped.
"God," Maureen said, fiddling with her waist strap, "that really didn't help me."
"Me neither," Mal added, "I have to piss like a racehorse!"
The girls plodded on in misery. Ashley was in the same boat as her friends, as the pressure on her bladder was becoming almost unbearable. Maybe if she just let a little spurt out...
Her crotch instantly burst with warmth, and she almost lost her step trying to regain control of it. She felt a few damp droplets rolling down the inside her legs. "Oops," she thought, "terrible idea!" Her need to pee increased exponentially, so much that she considered just letting the rest out into her pants, just as Jenny had done earlier. Thankfully, the voice of Staff Sergeant Casey sounded out from the rear.
"Platoon, halt!" The girls shuffled to a stop. They were in a wooded area, with no sign of civilization in sight. "Drop packs. Drink water!"
"Fuck no," Ashley thought to herself. Just as she was about to raise her voice to ask for a head call, several recruits in the middle of the formation sounded off with the same question.
"Make it quick," came the response. Ashley pulled the quick release on her pack, dropping it to the ground in front of her. She quickly made for the tree line. "Just where the fuck do you think you're going?" Staff Sergeant Casey shouted at the group of girls. "You ain't wetting or messing or putting on makeup or whatever the fuck you want to do until my packs look neat!"
The recruits shouted in the affirmative, and quickly jumped back on their packs, lining them up nearly. Ashley rolled her eyes as another warm spurt of piss jetted into her pants, and rolled down her clammy legs.
"Is she serious?" Mal whispered to Ashley, "I'm pissin' my pants here! Look!" She pointed to her crotch, where a thin streak of urine was spreading down her pant leg.
"Come on, clench it," Ashley said, fixing her pack. She glanced down the line, seeing several of the girls holding their crotches, waiting for the rest of the packs to get fixed.
"Ugh," Maureen said, bouncing up and down on her knees, "I just want to pee!"
"At least you haven't gone in your pants yet," Jenny piped up. "The last hour has been miserable!"
"I'm fuckin' doing it in my pants right now!" Mal squealed, another few drops wetting the camouflage crotch of her pants.
With the packs finally in order, Casey finally dismissed the recruits. "Okay, you got five minutes, go do your business," she hollered. The girls nearly tripped over each other running to the tree line.
Ashley frantically fumbled for her belt. She ripped her pants down, and stuck her ass out, facing a small tree. Finally, she relaxed her bladder, peeing full force onto the moist ground. "Ahhhhh," she breathed, her piss splattering loudly. "Fuck that feels good."
Maureen was standing a short distance away with Mal. Both were undoing their belts, and Ashley tuned into Maureen's voice.
"...And then you just kind of stick your butt out so you don't pee on your pants, and let her rip!"
Mal had slid her pants down, which had streaks down her legs from where she had already started peeing. Her legs shone in the early morning light, and the light blonde hair of her pussy glinted, droplets of urine clinging to it. "Okay, here goes nothing," she said, as she steadily lowered her ass toward the ground. She started peeing well before she was in a full squat, and some of the liquid splashed onto her pants. The splashing sound of her stream combined with Ashley's.
"Not bad for a first go," Maureen said, dropping her pants, "but check this out. You can use a tree..." She backed up against a tree trunk, steadying her ass against it. She began forcefully urinating down the tree trunk. "...To steady yourself, so that it's a little easier."
"Show off," Ashley said, watching her pee pool up between her boots.
"What is this, a fucking piss party?"Staff Sergeant Casey bellowed, stomping through the brush toward the girls. Mal started, and her piss stream halted temporarily. "Well don't let me interrupt you, Winston."
"Aye ma'am," Mal said. She grunted, and resumed her stream.
The drill instructor looked around at the peeing girls. "You bitches are pathetic. Let me show you how it's done!"
The girls were speechless as the drill instructor yanked her pants to her knees. Placing her hands on the lips of her shaved pussy, she began peeing strongly. Using her hand, she had managed to angle her stream away from her, so that she was effectively wetting while standing.
"How bout them apples!" Casey said, spraying piss all over the bushes in front of her.
"Impressive, ma'am," Ashley ventured.
"Shut your whore mouth," Casey said, finishing up her stream strongly, "that was a rhetorical question." She pulled her pants back up. "Now get your shit together and get back in formation!"
The girls exchanged glances as the Staff Sergeant walked out of the tree line.
"That was... Bizarre," Maureen said, hitching up her pants.
"Tell me about it," said Ashley, doing the same. Mal stood there for a moment, attempting to dry off her legs from where she had leaked on herself.
"Fuck, this is the worst," she griped.
"At least you didn't completely soak yourself like Jenny," Maureen said.
Back at the packs, Jenny was sitting down, her pants drying on her legs.
"Let's go," Ashley said, grabbing her bag, "get kitted up, we're gonna have to move again in a few minutes."
The girls threw their packs on, and Staff Sergeant Casey gave the order to resume marching. The sun was only just rising, and the girls were already exhausted. As she gazed down the long, wooded road, Ashley thought to herself that it would certainly be a long week. |
Realization 1: Readers on this site are awesome and supportive and kind. Thanks :)
Realization 2: I suck at coming up with titles.
Oh, well. This is another one-shot, but I'm trying to develop a good idea for a longer story I can present in chapters. In the meantime, enjoy!
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“And that concludes our tour!” the bubbly guide chirped with a smile. “Thank you so much for visiting Purdue University! I hope I was able to answer all of your questions. Have a safe trip home, everyone!”
Noah muttered his thanks along with the rest of the small crowd of high school students and their family members. This was his first official college visit, and he still wasn’t sure how he was supposed to act. At 17 and nearing the end of his junior year, Noah hadn’t thought college was a possibility at all, much less a big university like Purdue.
“What did you think, kid?”
Noah turned to see Jackson beside him. Jackson was Noah’s…foster brother? Noah didn’t like that term. “Brother” sounded way too permanent for a relationship that, based on experience, wasn’t going to last long. Jackson was the youngest son of Linda and Raymond, Noah’s latest foster parents.
Noah smiled hesitantly. “It’s pretty here. It’s so big.”
Jackson grinned in response. “Yeah, it takes some getting used to.” Jackson had graduated from Purdue 3 years ago; it had been Linda’s idea for Jackson to take Noah there for his first college visit over spring break.
As they strolled back toward the parking lot, Noah’s eyes drifted toward the student center. It had been a longer tour than he’d anticipated, and he wanted to go to the bathroom before getting back in Jackson’s car for the 2-hour ride home. Just as they reached the right junction in the sidewalk, though, Jackson swore.
“Shit! I didn’t notice the time. We’ve got to get on the road so we can get home for dinner.”
Noah hesitated. He had to pee, and being stuck in the car for 2 hours didn’t sound enjoyable at all. “But…” he started, turning slightly toward the student center.
“Sorry, man,” Jackson interrupted. “Dad’s out on business, so Mom will want us home to eat with her. If you want a t-shirt from the student center, I’ll just give you one of my old ones. Let’s go!”
Frowning slightly, Noah followed Jackson toward the parking lot, away from the buildings and bathrooms. He didn’t know Jackson that well, and he didn’t want to make him mad.
At the car, Noah opened the back passenger-side door, an old habit from a previous foster home: only “real” kids were allowed to sit up front, not foster kids.
“What are you doing?” Jackson laughed. “You don’t have to sit in the back.”
“Uh…” Noah stuttered, not wanting to admit his lapse. “I’m…I’m kind of tired so I thought I’d lay down in the back seat and sleep on the way home.” He looked up at Jackson expectantly. “Is that OK?”
“Sure,” Jackson replied, bemused that a 17-year-old would ask permission for something so simple. “Whatever you want, dude.”
Noah breathed a small sigh of relief and climbed into the back seat. Maybe, he thought, if he slept the whole way home, he wouldn’t think about his bladder the whole time…
With Noah curled up in the back, Jackson pulled onto the highway. The kid had only been living with Jackson’s family for about 6 months. Linda and Raymond had taken in foster kids as long as Jackson could remember, but they were mostly short-term situations – a few weeks or months in emergencies, until other family members could be contacted or adoptions arranged. Last summer, however, a social worker had called Linda and asked if they’d be willing to foster Noah.
Noah had just turned 17 and was one of those kids you hear about “slipping through the cracks.” Jailed mother, out-of-the-picture father, bounced around from home to home, etc. The courts wanted someone willing to keep him, hopefully until he finished high school, but at least until he turned 18.
With all of her own children grown and moved out, Linda figured she had room for the teenager for a year or two. She was semi-retired, but her husband still traveled for his job, so she had some extra time on her hands. After a brief discussion with the rest of the family, Linda agreed to take Noah in.
Flung around the foster-care system since age 5, Noah was understandably wary of Linda and Raymond. He did his best to keep his head down and be polite, but was prone to short responses and isolation. Noah considered himself on probation, an unwanted tenant that could be kicked out at any time, so he tried to stay out of the way as much as possible, keeping in self-imposed exile in his room for most of the day, only leaving for school and meals.
Despite his best attempts at distance, as the months passed, Noah found himself warming to Linda and Raymond. Linda, especially, was friendly and patient; she never pushed Noah to spend more time socializing, but she kept offering. Noah had never lived with someone who gave him so much freedom, but, at the same time, seemed to want him around. It was unnerving at first, but soon enough, Noah started hoping that Linda and Raymond would agree to keep him after he turned 18 – hoping that he would be good enough to make them let him stay. Still, he lived in the fear that he’d do something wrong, and they’d give up on him.
This day trip was the first time Jackson had ever really been alone with Noah. Jackson was in his third year of law school and didn’t come home very often. Over the holidays, Noah had been so quiet and unobtrusive that Jackson often forgot about the foster boy altogether. When Linda had suggested this trip, Jackson bristled; what was he going to do with a monosyllabic teenager on a 250-mile round trip? But he understood the importance of showing Noah his options, so Jackson had somewhat reluctantly agreed.
As he sped along the highway, Jackson contemplated that the day had gone much better than he’d expected. They hadn’t exactly had nonstop conversation, but it turned out that Noah had great taste in music and (understandably) extensive knowledge of the judicial system, so they’d talked about Jackson’s law school classes and the clerkships he was applying for. On the tour itself, Noah paid rapt attention, even occasionally leaning over to ask Jackson insightful questions about life on campus. All in all, Jackson felt good about the day spent with the teen, who was now sleeping soundly in the backseat.
An hour and a half into the drive, Noah stirred awake. It took him a moment to orient himself to the unfamiliar car and barely familiar driver, but his mind was soon overcome by a much more pressing need.
Noah had to pee, bad. If he’d been at home, he would have gone an hour ago. If he’d woken up like this in his own bed, he’d have thrown off the covers and run to the bathroom without even turning the lights on.
Squeezing his thighs together carefully, Noah sat up. “Jackson?”
“Mmm?” Jackson kept his eyes on the road.
“Where are we?”
“About 25 miles from our exit.”
Unused to long car trips, Noah wasn’t sure how that figure translated to time. “Were…were we gonna stop anywhere?” he asked, fighting to keep his voice from shaking.
“Nah,” Jackson replied casually. “We’re only about 30 minutes from home. Dinner will be waiting for us.”
Noah bit his lower lip. “OK,” he whispered.
30 minutes sounded long, but doable. Noah couldn’t remember the last time he had to pee this bad, but surely he could hold it for a half hour. He was grateful to be in the backseat, where Jackson couldn’t see him tense his legs. He wriggled slightly, trying to find a more secure position.
After another fifteen minutes, Noah was squirming more regularly. He tried to concentrate on other things – the landscape, the songs on the radio – but it wasn’t working. He looked at the mile markers, but they didn’t tell him anything; he didn’t know which exit was theirs, anyway.
“H-how close are we now?” Noah asked, unable to keep a slight whine out of his voice.
“Less than 10 miles from our exit. Relax, kid, you’ll get food soon enough.” Jackson kept his voice light, but Noah could tell that Jackson was irked by the childish question.
Noah lowered his head, determined not to speak again. He crossed his legs and exhaled slowly, closing his eyes.
An indeterminate amount of time later, Noah felt the car slow. Thank God! he thought, assuming they’d reached the exit. Noah opened his eyes.
There was no exit in sight, only 3 lanes worth of brake lights. As the car rolled to a complete stop, the seat belt pressed into Noah’s abdomen. Noah felt a quick spurt of urine escape, and he clapped a hand over his mouth to keep from crying out. He grasped at his crotch with his other hand, holding tightly to regain control.
Breaking his previous vow not to speak, Noah looked forward. “What happened?”
“Dunno, kid,” Jackson sighed. “But we’re only about a mile from our exit, so it shouldn’t cost us too much time.”
Noah didn’t think he had any time to spare, but he hunched back in his seat, still holding himself and clenching his thigh muscles.
More minutes passed, and they had barely moved. Noah wasn’t good at estimating time from distance, but he still couldn’t see their exit, and they were still in the far left lane. His muscles were starting to shake from the effort of holding; at this rate, he wasn’t going to make it.
Noah took a deep breath. “J-Jackson?”
Jackson groaned. “Jesus, kid, we’re 100 feet ahead of where we were 5 minutes ago. I don’t know what happened, I don’t know how long it’s going to take, and I sure as hell can’t do anything about it. Can you please just relax?”
Noah snapped his mouth shut and stared at his lap, dejected. A few more drops of urine escaped, and his underwear felt uncomfortably damp.
Jackson shook his head. He was tired and hungry, and he wasn’t in a mood to indulge a 17-year-old asking “Are we there yet?” like a kindergartner on a field trip. He hadn’t meant to sound so angry, but seriously. The kid was a junior in high school, right? But then Jackson heard something that made his heart drop and his annoyance evaporate.
Noah was crying.
Still stopped in traffic, Jackson whirled around to look in the back seat. Sure enough, Noah was sniffling with his head down. Jackson saw a tear drip off his chin.
“Damn,” Jackson sighed, turning forward again. He knew better; his mom had told him about Noah’s past. “I’m sorry, Noah. I shouldn’t have snapped. That was rude. I’m not mad at you, I promise.”
Noah sniveled. “It’s n-not that,” he whispered, barely audible.
Jackson furrowed his brow. “Then what’s wrong? What is it?”
Noah’s bottom lip trembled violently, but the words came tumbling out. “I have to pee really bad and I can’t hold it much longer and I don’t know if I’m gonna make it I don’t wanna have an a-accident in y-your c-car!” Noah stammered out the last few words, his voice squeaking.
Stunned, Jackson turned around again. This time, he noticed more than the tears running down Noah’s face. He saw the teen’s tightly coiled body, his legs twisted together, and his hand buried deep between his legs.
Jackson could have kicked himself. What the hell had he been thinking, rushing the kid into the car after the tour like that? Now they were stuck in traffic, barely 5 miles from home, and Noah was so desperate, he was in tears. Jackson looked around anxiously, taking in the traffic and their surroundings. He made a quick decision and jerked the steering wheel to the left, guiding the car onto the shoulder.
Noah looked up, his eyes still brimming with tears. “What are you doing?” he cried.
Jackson spun the car onto the paved strip across the median. “There’s another exit 6 miles back. It’ll be faster. Can you hold on for 5 more minutes?”
Noah didn’t answer, but clutched himself as tightly as he could. He couldn’t even spare the energy to nod.
As the car sped down the highway, time seemed to slow down. Noah willed everything he had into clenching his muscles, but he entire body was now vibrating with fatigue. Frantically, Noah looked out the window to see the approaching exit. He didn’t even think about how he’d look, running into the rest stop; he was so close…
But just as Jackson hit the brakes to ease onto the exit ramp, Noah’s body slowly gave out. A small flow of liquid started to make its way into his lap, creating a wet patch on his jeans. Noah whimpered in agony, but he couldn't do anything; he was peeing in his pants.
“We’re almost there!” Jackson called. He turned the car into the gas station parking lot as quickly as he could without jarring his passenger. Throwing it in park, Jackson turned around. “We made it!”
But Noah didn’t move. Tears were still running down his face. Jackson’s eyes slowly traveled downward to Noah’s lap, where the wet patch was now almost to his knees.
“Aw, fuck!” Jackson exclaimed, slapping the steering wheel.
At those words, Noah broke down in painful, gasping sobs. He drew his legs into his chest, burying his head in his knees. He only heard Jackson’s angry curse; he didn’t realize Jackson was still talking.
“I’m so sorry, kid,” Jackson pleaded. “This was my fault, I shouldn’t have been so dismissive. Look, let’s just get home, we’ll get you cleaned…”
Jackson turned around to look at Noah and saw the teen with his arms around his knees. The stain on the back of his pants was far larger than the one on the front…and growing. Jackson gasped. Noah didn’t have an accident; he was having an accident, right in front of him. Jackson wheeled around, feeling intrusive for having seen such an uncomfortable event.
In the backseat, Noah could barely feel his legs. He didn’t feel himself peeing – just the ever-growing wetness down his jeans. Urine started to pool on the Scotch-guarded seat beneath him.
“Noah…Noah. It’s OK. Noah, please…” Jackson begged from the front seat, desperate to calm him down. Noah kept crying, paying no attention. After a minute, Jackson started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, taking the back way home. It would take about 20 minutes, but clearly, Noah wasn’t responding to Jackson. Maybe Linda could help. As Jackson pulled onto the road, Noah’s river of pee finally slowed.
Noah sobbed the entire way home in fear and humiliation. He’d just wet his pants…in Jackson’s car. Surely, no family would be willing to keep a teenager who couldn’t even make it to the bathroom in time.
Jackson pulled into the garage and hesitantly turned around to face Noah. “We’re home, kid. Why don’t you go get changed?”
Noah’s shoulders quivered as he bawled. His breath came in great, wracking sobs; it was as if Jackson hadn’t even spoken.
Shaken, Jackson ran into the house. Noah was having a breakdown, and it was Jackson’s fault.
“Hey, men!” Linda called from the kitchen when she heard the door open. “Ready to ea-“ She stopped when she saw her panicked son skid down the hallway.
“Ma!” Jackson gasped.
Linda’s stomach tightened. “What happened? Where’s Noah? Is he OK?”
“He’s not hurt,” Jackson babbled anxiously, “But he’s in the car. We were driving and he kept asking how much longer and I ignored him but he had to pee and he had a huge accident all over the back seat and now he can’t stop crying and it’s all my fault!”
Linda allowed herself a second of relief that no one was hurt, but she was already moving toward the garage. She patted Jackson gently on the cheek as she passed him. “It’s not your fault, Jackie. It’ll be OK.”
In the garage, Linda could see the Noah’s shaking outline in the backseat. She opened the back driver’s side door and slid in next to him. Though she didn’t react outwardly, Linda was stunned at the amount of wetness around Noah. On the drive home, the puddle on the seat had leeched into his clothes, leaving his jeans drenched from waist to ankle, and his shirt wet halfway up his back. Linda couldn’t imagine how long he must have been holding it to have an accident that size.
“Hey, honey,” Linda said softly.
Noah wanted to say he was sorry. He wanted to say it would never happen again, he wanted to beg for forgiveness. But when he opened his mouth, his stomach lurched in terror. Frantically, Noah scrambled for the door handle, stuck his head out the side of the car, and vomited on the garage floor.
“Oh, baby.” Linda reached over and wrapped her arms around Noah’s shoulders and gently guided his head into her lap. Noah wept and hiccupped, but didn’t resist. Linda rocked back and forth slightly, running her hands over Noah’s arms and hair.
“Shhhh. Just breathe, sweetheart. It’s OK. It’s OK. Just breathe.”
Slowly, minute by minute, Noah came back to his senses. His cries died down, but the humiliation remained. His sodden jeans hung heavily on his legs; his wet shirt started to itch against his back.
Linda kept talking, calmly, consistently, as Noah’s breathing evened out. "It's OK. It's OK. You're alright, sweetie."
After nearly 15 minutes of rocking and soothing, Linda rubbed Noah's shoulders. “Are you ready to go inside, honey?” Still not trusting his voice, Noah nodded.
Linda helped him sit up and reached over to unbuckle his seatbelt. Noah took one glance at the puddle of vomit outside his door and slid across the back seat to exit behind Linda.
He gingerly walked into the house, following Linda. She was deliberately walking slowly, guiding Noah down the hallway.
When they reached the kitchen, Noah stopped abruptly. Inexplicably, he felt new, warm wetness running down his leg.
“No, no, no!” he cried, breaking his silent reverie.
Startled, Linda turned around. She saw Noah frozen in place, flapping his hands and shaking his head. Looking down, she saw a small puddle growing around his left shoe. Linda’s heart broke for the poor boy.
“Sweetie, it’s OK, you probably just-“
“I’m sorry!” Noah burst out. “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean it I don’t know what happened I’ll clean it up please don’t send me awaaaaaaaaay!” he blathered without taking a breath, the last word ending in a desperate wail.
“Oh, Noah!” Linda cried, finally understanding his despair. Without hesitating, she wrapped the young man in a tight hug, wet clothes and all. “Sweetheart, no one is sending you away! Listen to me. You’re here as long as you want to be here. Please stop crying, baby, it’s OK. It’s just an accident. No one’s sending you away.”
Gulping, Noah pulled back to look at her with tear-filled eyes. “I didn’t mean to,” he whimpered pitifully, gazing down at the puddle he’d just made on the kitchen floor.
“Of course, you didn’t, honey,” Linda responded. “But you held on for an awfully long time in the car. Your bladder is going to be tired for awhile.”
Noah’s lower lip trembled. A tired bladder? He hated the thought of being more trouble than he’d already been today.
Seeing his hesitation, Linda pulled him into another hug. “It’s OK, sweetheart. Everything’s going to be OK. You go take a shower, and I’ll put your clothes in the laundry.”
Exhausted, Noah nodded. He slumped off to the upstairs bathroom, handing his wet clothes to Linda through the door. All the soap and hot water in the world couldn’t wash away the disgusting, infantile feeling of wetting on himself in Jackson’s car.
Back in his bedroom, Noah put on pajamas, no longer hungry for dinner. He just wanted to sleep, but he heard a soft knock on the door.
“Can I come in?” Linda’s voiced called from the hall. Noah crossed the room and opened the door.
“Here, honey,” Linda hesitantly held something out to him.
Noah resignedly took the pull-up. He deserved it, he supposed.
“Now, listen,” Linda chided, anticipating Noah’s reaction. Like I said before, your bladder was worked really hard today. This is just in case while your body resets.”
Noah kept his head down, but raised his eyes. “Did you have to buy them for me?”
Linda chuckled. “Honey, after years of foster kids and my own kids, you’d be amazing how many supplies I have sitting around this old house.”
Noah attempted a small smile. Linda reached out to ruffle his hair. “You sure you don’t want any dinner?” Noah shook his head. “OK, sweetheart. I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.”
Noah grimaced at the pull-up in his hand, but he knew it was infinitely better than peeing in his bed and ruining Linda’s mattress and sheets. He quickly put it on, shifting to adjust the fit under his pajama pants.
Just as Noah started to climb into bed, thoroughly ready to end the day, someone knocked on the door again. Before Noah could respond, the door opened slightly, and Jackson stuck his head in.
“Hey, kid,” Jackson murmured. “Can I come in?”
Noah inadvertently stepped back, embarrassed, but he nodded anyway.
Jackson tentatively stepped into Noah’s room. “Look, Noah-“
“I’ll clean it,” Noah spouted. “I’ll clear your car myself, or I’ll pay for it, I promise, I’m sorry, I tried, I-“
“Whoa!” Jackson held his hands up. Noah clamped his mouth shut and hung his head.
“Noah, kid, that’s not why I came,” Jackson exclaimed. “I came to apologize.”
Noah’s head snapped up. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “But…but it was my fault, I couldn’t hold it…”
Jackson shook his head. “Kid, it’s not that simple. I wasn’t listening to you, and, for whatever reason, I made you think that you couldn’t ask me to stop or tell me you needed the restroom. That’s on me.”
Noah was mystified. He couldn’t remember ever not being blamed for something, especially something that he had so obviously done.
Jackson was looking at Noah beseechingly. “I screwed up, kid. I don’t ever want you to think that you can’t ask for something you need, OK? I’m supposed to make sure you’re taken care of. That’s a big brother’s job.”
“Brother?” Noah whispered, hardly daring to hope.
“Brother. Male sibling,” Jackson teased gently. “I know I’m not around very much, but we’re still family, dude.”
For the first time in hours, Noah smiled. “Yeah. Family.” He knew he sounded stupid, but he didn’t know what else to say.
Jackson ruffled Noah’s hair, just like Linda had done. “Glad we got that sorted out. Get some sleep, kid.”
And with a sense of contentment far greater than he could have imagined, Noah did just that. |
OK, I didn't intend to continue this story, but then I came up with another idea, and I decided the scenario fit as an extension of these characters. I hope you like it!
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“Hi, Malcolm,” a soft voice purred.
Malcolm looked up in surprise to see Bella Montgomery sliding into the seat next to him. “Uh...hey, Bella.”
His confusion grew as more students - Bella’s equally glamourous friends, her boyfriend, and other members of the football team - continued to fill in the bus seats all around him instead of continuing all the way to the back, like they had on the bus ride up.
Bella’s smile was all sweetness. “Did you have a good time at the science gallery?”
“Um, yeah, it was OK,” Malcolm bumbled, still confused. “Did...did you want something?”
“Oh!” Bella giggled exaggeratedly. “You know, the girls and I were just talking, and we realized that you’ve been here for a month, and none of us have gotten to know you! We’re so rude, really,” she drawled, smiling.
“Oh, well, it’s OK…” Malcolm trailed off. He still wasn’t sure what was going on.
Though most 16-year-olds had at least occasional trouble navigating the treacherous high school social landscape, Malcolm was at a more significant disadvantage than most, because Malcolm had spent five years in juvenile detention.
Malcolm never knew his mother, and his father wouldn’t have won any parent-of-the-year awards. As a child, Malcolm didn’t understand the intricacies of bipolar disorder; he just knew that his dad was unpredictable, strict, and couldn’t hold a job. With no real good examples, Mal’s behaviour escalated until he was finally sent to lockup at age 11 for setting fire to his neighbor’s tool shed.
In the detention hall, Malcolm’s lack of coping skills led to several fights with the older boys, and several altercations with the guards, eventually extending his stay to five years. To make matters worse, his father was killed in a car accident when Mal was 13, leaving him a ward of the state.
It wasn’t until a new counselor had joined the staff 18 months ago that he’d really made any progress. With the help of Dr. Whitney, as they boys all called her, Malcolm had started to work hard on his anger. He tried to pay more attention in classes, did well on his chores, and practiced being polite with the other boys and the staff.
As the end of his sentence approached, Dr. Whitney started preparing him for life outside of juvie. She arranged for a foster family, who she promised would be wonderful. They had lots of experience with foster kids, and had even adopted the last foster boy that lived with them.
In January, Malcolm left juvie and went to live with Linda and Raymond. Linda was a retired teacher who still did some subbing occasionally, while Raymond was vice president of something-or-other - Mal just knew he travelled a lot. They had three grown boys of their own, plus Noah, the foster kid they had adopted when he was 17, who was away at college.
Right away, Malcolm liked Linda. She was calm, yet positive, and she would praise Malcolm for his hard work. She seemed to understand how social situations and healthy coping mechanisms didn’t come naturally to him.
For the first few months, Linda homeschooled Mal, letting him get used to living in the community for the first time in five years. He learned to make his own decisions, get his own food, and do household chores instead of prison chores. When the older sons would come to visit, Mal would practice his social skills as they played basketball in the driveway or video games in the basement. Malcolm especially liked Noah; Noah seemed like proof that kids in the system could turn out OK.
In May, Linda and Dr. Whitney decided that Malcolm had progressed enough to attend the local high school for the final month of the year. They signed him up for a half-time schedule of classes, and Linda would drive him to school in the morning and pick him up at lunch. Despite a few instances of getting lost in the big building, Malcolm did pretty well, paying attention in class and completing all his assignments. So when Malcolm came home with a permission slip for an all day field trip to the science gallery, Linda and Dr. Whitney agreed that he could go.
Now, sitting on the bus after the longest day he’d spent out in public...maybe ever, Malcolm was starting to think that this hadn’t been the best idea. Sure, he’d enjoyed the science gallery, but he didn’t know his classmates very well, and being surrounded by 16-year-olds trying to talk to you for a 2-hour bus trip was a somewhat scary thought.
Plus, he had to pee.
“Soooo,” Bella was saying. “Tell us about yourself!” There was something in her eyes that made Malcolm nervous. “What kind of music do you like?”
Malcolm exhaled softly. OK. He could talk about music. “Well, I always liked some of the older stuff...The Who, The Clash, Queen…”
This went on for about 20 minutes, as various classmates asked him seemingly innocuous questions, chatting about their own likes and dislikes.
Letting his guard down ever so slightly - maybe they did just want to get to know him - Malcolm moved to stand up. “Hey, I’m just gonna go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.”
A wicked gleam flashed through Bella’s eyes. “Oh, I have to go, too. You’ll let me go first, right?” And she stood, smiling down at Malcolm, who was already sitting back down, his face reverting back to a mask of confusion.
Malcolm wasn’t sure what had just happened, but there was still over an hour and a half left before they reached the school. He’d have plenty of time to use the bus restroom. Though Bella was taking an awfully long time…
Five minutes later, Bella flounced back down the aisle of the bus, flinging herself into the seat next to Malcolm. “That’s better!”
Malcolm tried to smile. “Yeah, I think I’ll…”
“Oh, but look,” Bella interrupted. “Winston is already going back.” She winked at her boyfriend across the aisle, who was standing up. “I guess you’ll have to wait for him.”
Malcolm’s heart sank. Sure enough, each time someone returned from the bathroom, the next person would jump up before he had the chance, each taking inordinately long. Bella kept smiling, keeping up conversation, asking Malcolm about his favorite sports teams and colors and what he thought of the medical exhibit at the gallery...
For 90 minutes, Malcolm grew increasingly uncomfortable, but he refused to let it show. He clenched his muscles and subtly pressed his thighs together, but he didn’t cross his legs or hold himself. He felt like this was some terrible test, an exam of how to survive high school, putting all his counseling to use.
Finally, the bus pulled into the school parking lot, which was filled with scattered cars. Malcolm’s eyes frantically scanned the spaces, but he didn’t see Linda’s car.
He squeezed his pelvic muscles tightly as the students all stood and filed off the bus. The briefest leak slipped from his dick as he walked down the steep bus steps. Malcolm inhaled sharply, but still didn’t hold himself.
He walked around the back of the bus, but still didn’t see Linda’s car in the dark parking lot. Bella, Winston, and a few other kids who were apparently driving themselves home, formed a loose circle around Malcolm.
“Gosh, Malcolm,” Bella said sweetly. “I just realized that you never got to use the restroom on the bus. And, aw...the school’s all locked up! Do you think you’ll be OK?” She stuck out her lower lip in a horrible expression of mock-worry.
Malcolm didn’t even bother trying to smile. He was done pretending; all his energy was going into holding his pee without using his hands. “I’m fine,” he grumbled.
“Is there a problem here?” came a low voice.
Malcolm looked up and nearly cried out with relief. His tormentors turned to see the imposing form of Noah, Mal’s foster brother.
Noah had thrived living with Linda and her family. He grew not only emotionally, but physically, and after graduating high school, had earned a walk-on spot on the Purdue football team. Now 20 years old, 6’4”, and 250 pounds, he stood with his arms crossed, glaring at the suddenly pathetic-looking band of teenagers surrounding Malcolm.
“I think you should all be getting home,” Noah growled. Mal knew Noah wouldn’t hurt a fly, but he certainly made for an intimidating spector.
“Mal?” Noah raised his eyebrows, and Malcolm nodded gratefully, following him out into the parking lot. Thankfully, no one tried to stop him.
Walking, though, proved problematic. Knowing his classmates could still see him, Mal refused to hold himself, but every step jostled his expanded bladder. A few drops escaped, and Malcolm clenched his fists in panic as they reached Linda’s car.
As soon as Malcolm opened the car door, his need increased exponentially, the same way it does when you actually reach home after holding it all day. A short leak streamed into his underwear, and he gasped, twisting his hips as he slid into the back seat. As soon as he sat down, he shoved his hands between his legs, holding tightly.
“Hey, men!” Linda called gaily from the driver’s seat. “How was…”
“Ma,” Noah interrupted, softly but sharply.
Linda immediately turned and looked at Malcolm as he pulled the back door shut. He was holding himself tightly, trembling all over as a bead of sweat slid down the side of his face.
“Let’s get home,” Noah was saying, but Linda was already starting the car.
“Mal…” Linda began gently as she pulled out of the parking lot. “You wanna tell me what happened?”
Malcolm drew in a labored breath and let it out with a whine. His bladder was so full, it hurt, and his vision swam in front of him.
“There was a group of kids teasing him,” Noah supplied in a low voice. “The school was already closed, so he couldn’t use the bathrooms there.”
“Was there a restroom on the bus?” Linda asked, concerned.
“They wouldn’t let me use it,” Malcolm answered, his voice tight. “They...they all sat around me and kept talking at me and when I tried to get up to go the first time, Bella got out before me, and then every time I’d start to get up, someone else would go in and stay in there so I could never get in.” Malcolm’s voice broke, and he hung his head, clutching himself between his clenched thighs.
Noah and Linda exchanged a horrified, angry glance. Linda gripped the steering wheel. “OK, sweetheart. It’ll be OK. We’ll be home in just a few minutes.”
Malcolm didn’t feel like he could last another few seconds, but he refused to let go. He couldn’t sit still; he fidgeted, bounced, and squirmed, trying to find a position to relieve the immense pressure. His movements rocked the small car, so Linda and Noah could literally feel his desperation.
Noah’s chest ached for the kid. Of course, he remembered sitting in the backseat of another car, trying to hold back his own pee with everything he had. Noah hated the other students for being so cruel.
Linda made the drive home as quickly as she could on the quiet residential streets. In less than 10 minutes, she pulled into the garage.
Noah glanced back at Malcolm, who was quivering and breathing hard. Noah frowned, recognizing that body language; he was sure Malcolm wouldn’t make it. Not wanting to give the poor kid an audience, Naoh climbed out of the car and walked into the house, pulling open the back car door for Mal as he walked by.
Linda stayed, gazing at her foster son with deep lines of concern etched into her face. “Mal? Honey, can you move?”
Grunting, Mal nodded and slowly swung his legs out of the car, his hands white-knuckled between his legs. More drops of urine seemed to escape with every move, but he was determined to make it to the bathroom.
Before he even realized it, Linda was at his side, her hand under his elbow, guiding him to his feet so he wouldn’t have to release either of his hands. For the first time all night, tears sprung in Malcolm’s eyes. He was so close, and he was with people who wanted to help him, not hurt him.
Malcolm was on his feet, but hunched over, his hips twisted and his thighs pressed together. Inhaling sharply, he took a small step toward the door. That single movement sent a quick stream of piss into his clenched hands. Malcolm groaned, bending over further, a look of intense pain on his face.
“Sweetie,” Linda exhorted, “it’s OK if you can’t make it.”
Malcolm gave a low whine and shook his head stubbornly. He had to make it. He couldn’t let them win. He clutched himself tighter and took another step, his face red with exertion.
Linda watched miserably as Malcolm slowly, step by step, made his way around the back of the car. Each step was a new torment, and the wet stain under his hand grew with every move. After a particularly vicious twinge, Malcolm gasped and grabbed onto the car to keep from falling to his knees. The leak lasted a full second, and the dark patch on his jeans was now visible beyond the grip of his hand.
“Please, Mal,” Linda begged. “You’re going to hurt yourself. Please just let go.”
Malcolm huffed angrily. He wouldn’t let go. He was beyond reasoning. His tenuous hold on his bladder represented his grasp on his new life. He was trying so hard to be a normal, functional teenager, and normal, functional teenagers didn’t pee their pants.
He took another step forward, propelled entirely by blind stubbornness. He could do this. He could live with a family and go to school and go on field trips without fucking up and getting sent back to juvie, and damnit, he could make it to the bathroom just like other people.
Malcolm was so wrapped up in his outsized determination, he didn’t realize how red his face was, didn’t notice the tears running down his cheeks, didn’t notice the veins popping out on his forearms from his tight grip.
“Mal…” Linda tried one last time. “Please…” She could see how much pain the young man was in, and she hated it. She didn’t understand what was going on in his head, how he’d equated making it to the bathroom with succeeding outside of jail, with being able to live life in society.
He could see the bathroom, just off the entryway from the garage. Noah had turned the hall light on, and it illuminated Malcolm’s upturned face. He just had to make it up the steps from the garage…
But he’d been holding on too long. The leaks had become more frequent as his body desperately tried to empty his tormented bladder, and as Malcolm lifted his foot to ascend the first step, his muscles gave out completely. Warm liquid forced its way into his already wet boxers, and he felt as if all the muscles in his lower body just went numb.
Malcolm cried out in pain and humiliation, a terrible, animalistic sound that made Linda gasp and reach for the boy as he crumpled to his knees in front of the concrete stairs.
Urine blasted out of Malcolm’s body, spreading in all directions past his still-clenched hands. His jeans drenched in seconds, and misshapen puddles pooled around his knees on the smooth garage floor.
“Mal…” Linda’s voice was drowned in Malcolm’s near-inhuman cries of fury and agony.
Malcolm hunched forward as he wet, his bladder contracting forcefully against the hours of painful holding. He scrabbled at the stairs, as if he were trying to dig into the stone with his bare hands, tearing apart the foundations the same way his body was being torn apart from the inside.
Linda could do nothing but watch in horror as urine continued to pour down the teen’s saturated legs. Malcolm was a big kid, but there’s no way any human should have been able to release such a volume of liquid.
The torrent of pee slowed, but didn’t stop. Malcolm grew lightheaded with physical relief, but his mind was overcome with fear, rage, confusion, and defeat.
He stumbled to his feet, a trickle of urine still flowing down the inside of his left leg. He’d tried so hard...he’d worked so long…
“Mal…” Linda called again, but Malcolm was beyond hearing. He couldn’t process losing control like that, after doing everything right, after going to school and being a good kid and learning to be social…
His vision clouded with tears, Malcolm reared back like a caged grizzly. With a roar, he drew back and swung wildly, his fist going straight through the drywall.
“Noah!” Linda called urgently, but Noah was already sprinting from inside the house. In one swift movement, he leapt down the stairs and wrapped his arms around Malcolm from behind, pinning the teens arms to his sides.
Malcolm bellowed, but he was no match for Noah’s football-honed strength. Mal clutched at Noah’s arms, not as much trying to rip them off as he was trying to find something, anything to hold on to. Linda spoke soothingly, gently rubbing Malcolm’s arms. In the midst of his foster brother’s grip and foster mother’s touch, Malcolm felt himself finally stop wetting. It was over.
In seconds, Mal stopped thrashing, overwhelmed with exhaustion. He sagged against Noah, who slowly lowered them both to the ground. Linda sat on the steps next to them, keeping her hands on Malcolm’s shoulder.
Sitting in his own giant puddle of urine, Malcolm tilted his head to look up at Linda with bloodshot eyes.
“Whyyyyyyyyyyyy?” he wailed, drawing out the word in a pitiful moan before breaking down into tormented, shaking sobs.
Linda pulled the boy’s head onto her lap, letting out a huge sigh. She locked eyes with Noah and nodded, letting him know that she could take it from here. Noah carefully untangled his arms from the bawling teen. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief to hand to Linda before climbing over Malcolm’s puddle and going inside.
Malcolm didn’t know how long he stayed there, weeping in Linda’s lap. She never stopped murmuring, softly massaging his head and neck, occasionally leaning down to wipe tears and snot from his face as he held onto her legs.
Without raising his head, Malcolm inhaled shakily. “Why?” he asked again, his voice thick and trembling. “Why would they do that to me?”
A tear slipped down Linda’s cheek at the boy’s devastation; she wished she had a good answer. “I don’t know, sweetheart. Some people try to make themselves feel good by wielding power over other people. And other people just let it happen, for lots of reasons.”
Malcolm sniffled. “I was doing so good,” he said dejectedly.
“Oh, baby, you’re still doing good!” Linda cried, ignoring the grammatical error. “This doesn’t change anything. This doesn’t undo all your hard work.”
Tears flowed from Malcolm’s eyes as he buried his head in Linda’s knees. “I peed my p-pants!” he whimpered. “I couldn’t hold it and I got mad and I b-broke the wall!”
Linda grasped the teen’s shoulders reassuringly. “Shhh,” she whispered, wiping his cheeks with the handkerchief. “You had an accident because some kids decided to be very mean to you. That’s not your fault. You stayed calm on the bus with everyone around, and you didn’t make any bad choices.”
“But I punched the wall,” Mal repeated, his voice muffled against Linda’s jeans.
“I know, sweetie, and you’ll work with Raymond to fix it this weekend,” Linda soothed. “You did get mad, because things were out of your control. Your classmates were mean to you, and you don’t know why, so you were confused and sad, and then you tried so hard to hold it, but you couldn’t make it to the bathroom, so you were embarrassed and angry. That’s a lot to deal with at once. Yes, you punched the wall, and that wasn’t the best choice, but it wasn’t the worst choice, either, and this was a very difficult circumstance.”
Malcolm didn’t respond, but kept clinging to Linda as he wept.
“Mal, listen to me, sweetheart,” Linda said softly. “I want you to know that this doesn’t change anything, OK? You didn’t fail. You’re gonna keep going and keep working. We’ll get you cleaned up before bed, and then you’re gonna get some sleep. OK?”
Gulping, Mal nodded. He still felt awful, but he trusted Linda and believed that she was going to help him get past this. Keeping his head down, he sat up and let Linda pull him to his feet.
He shook with exhaustion as he stripped out of his soaked clothes and climbed into the shower, feeling as if he’d just run a marathon. The emotional and physical toll of the tortuous bus ride, hours-long hold, and ultimate accident left him completely drained.
Back in their shared bedroom, Noah sat on the edge of his bed as Malcolm entered. “Hey, kid.”
Malcolm looked up dejectedly. “I’m sorry I fought you,” he mumbled. He really liked Noah and hadn’t meant to get so mad.
Noah half-smiled and shook his head. “Not a problem, Mal. You know I was just trying to protect you.”
Malcolm sighed and flopped onto his bed. “I know. I just wish I hadn’t got so mad.”
“Hey,” Noah said, walking over to sit next to Malcolm, “there’s nothing wrong with feeling mad. Hell, I’d be mad if those assholes did to me what they did to you. It’s not the feelings you need to worry about; it’s how you handle them.”
Malcolm blushed. “I’ll do better,” he whispered.
“Hey,” Noah said again, putting his arm around the slumping teen, “I think you didn’t do so bad this time.”
Malcolm scoffed.
“No, really!” Noah insisted. “You had so much to deal with today - your first bus trip, two hours each way, your first all-day field trip. That’s a lot to get used to for you. And then those awful kids on the bus wouldn’t let you go to the bathroom, and you know what? You handled it. You didn’t lash out.”
Mal shrugged. He had been so focused on punching a hole in the garage wall that he hadn’t stopped to consider the fact that he’d lasted the whole bus ride without doing anything to himself or the other kids.
“Mal, when I saw you in the parking lot, I was so mad at what those kids were doing to you,” Noah continued. “But I was also so proud of you. You rose above; you didn’t sink to their level.”
Malcolm’s lower lip trembled at his foster brother’s words. “But…” he mumbled, “But I still couldn’t make it to the bathroom. I still had an accident.”
Noah leaned in conspiratorially. “But they don’t know that,” he whispered. “Look, as far as those losers are concerned, you made it. You won. Their stupid game didn’t work.”
“Yeah?” Malcolm finally looked up at Noah.
“Oh, definitely,” Noah nodded.
Malcolm started to smile, but it turned into a yawn. Noah grinned and rubbed his hair. “You’ll be OK, kid. I know today sucked, but you did good.”
“Thanks, Noah,” Malcolm replied sleepily, already leaning toward his pillow, about to drift off into a far more restful sleep than he expected.
Noah smiled nostalgically as he walked to the door and turned out the light. “Night, kid.” |
First fiction I do, I hope it ends up good! Feel free to give feedback, I guess
CHAPTER ONE: THE SCREWED-UP HOLD-UP
Rebecca was pacing nervously in the small office behind the lobby of the checks & cashing place. She didn't dare go out to the lobby. She ordered her hostages to stack up desks against the emergency back door and the door that led to the lobby, the only two doors in the office.
Her mind was running out of control. I fucked up, big time.
A couple of hours ago, she put on a pair of fake designer glasses, and a hand towel over her mouth in the form of a bandana, and entered the Checks and Cashing with a handgun she bought earlier that day. She loudly started to shoot at the roof as an order for the small group of people inside to get down, instead of making as least noise as possible. Mistake one. She began to shoot near the people trembling on the floor, to project what she thought was "dangerousness", and accidently shot a man on his leg. Mistake two. Then she shot at the glass window that the tellers were behind instead of demanding them to open the door, triggering an alarm. Mistake three.
Now the entire place was surrounded by police and a SWAT team, responding to the armed robber holding hostages inside and already injuring one. Luckily, there was a nursing student (close enough for Rebecca) within the group of hostages, so the student was the only one who didn't had their hands tied behind their back with cable ties that Rebecca brought with her in her pocket. It was too risky to let an ambulance team take the injured man away, as that could have given police an opportunity to burst into the room.
Rebecca went to the water cooler to drink what would be her sixth, maybe seventh cup of water, trying to calm her nerves.
Meanwhile outside, Joanna Whitestone pulled up, finishing up her obligatory after-breakfast coffee. She had already been informed of the situation at the police station; some screw-up went into a checking center, started shooting up the place, and now has barricaded herself in the office with 11 hostages. The police already identified the gunwoman as Rebecca Schneider, a 20-year old computer science student at the local university, who had a past criminal record of petty stuff like pickpocketing, online piracy and shoplifting from her teenage years back in the state where she moved from. But holding up a store was a new thing, and Joanna was sure that the gunwoman was freaking out in the office.
At 23, she already had received her PhD in criminal psychology and was considered an expert, taking advantage of her prodigal gift. For her, it was easy to write up a small list of what the gunwoman wanted. Obviously money, most likely for tuition or student costs. But with her identity found out, Joanna knew that the girls' student career was over. She played her role cool and calm. The police let her through the perimeter, so that she could begin the negotiations. She finished up her cup of coffee, and set the trash on the floor as she went in. She took a deep breath in, and prepared herself.
Inside the office, as predicted, Rebecca was freaking out. She was biting her nails, and was drenched in sweat. She tried to hide her nervousness from the hostages, in order to make it look like she was still in control. All Rebecca wanted to really do was curl up and start crying. "I fucked up and now my life is over, and its all my fault" she thought sadly. Rebecca was weak in many aspects, she wasn't "prison material". She saw herself as a "child at heart". Her jet black hair had streaks of pink and blue. She was only 5'0, and was about 130 pounds. She looked like a 16-year old. Even like that, Rebecca admired her healthy figure on the reflection of a metal filing cabinet. "Now try to replace your ripped jeans, tank top and long sweater with an orange jumpsuit" she told herself in her head. She couldn't put the image in her head, she was too scared. "I don't deserve to go to jail" she convinced herself. She wasn't interested in being someone's bitch or punching bag.
Try to calm down. She already found herself subconsciously drinking yet another cup of water from the water cooler, when she heard a knock at the door.
"Rebecca Schneider?" said the female voice on the other side.
Rebecca felt her heart drop. They even know my name.
She raised her gun at the direction of the door, feeling an team of SWAT about to burst through any minute. She felt a few tears roll down her face. She took off her stupid sunglasses, and took off her hand-towel to wipe away her tears before any of the hostages saw. She would have preferred paper towels instead of a hand-towel she stole from a car wash, but the bathrooms weren't in the office, they were in the lobby. Now that she thought about the bathroom, she realized her bladder was a little full. It was more annoying than uncomfortable though.
The knocking on the door snapped her back to the moment.
"Rebecca, please open the door. My name is Joanna, I'm only here for the hostages, I'm not going to attack you or anything. That is all I want. Here, I'll prove it to you."
A card was slid under the door, and Rebecca picked it up. Sure enough, it was a drivers license. The license belonged to a Joanna Whitestone. With the information was a picture of a pretty brunette with fair tan skin, smiling for the picture.
"Yeah, well how do I know you are alone" asked Rebecca in a know-it-all tone.
"You don't" said Joanna. Now its time to turn mistrust into trust.
"But if it makes you feel safe, you can point your gun at the door. I'll press myself against the door, and you can tell y how clear my voice is that I am pressing myself against the door". Truly, Joanna was pressing her body against the door.
"If a bunch of other officers storm in, then you can feel free to shoot me. I'm literally swearing my life that I'm alone. Please Rebecca, I'm a little bit older than you, I'm not physically strong, I won't fight. I'm only here for the hostages."
Rebecca found herself without any rebuttals. Could she really trust this person enough? It wouldn't hurt, the girl was giving her the permission to shoot her after all. She unlocked the door.
"OK, you can open the door, I have my gun"
The door slowly opened, and the girl in the license photo slowly came in. Her curly hair was tied behind her in a ponytail. Her was wearing a pick dress shirt under an expensive looking tan jacket that matched with tight tan dress pants. She had a small flower pin on her jacket. She had her hands up, which reassured Rebecca. What Rebecca didn't know was that the flower pin was actually a bug meant to record the conversations that supposedly were between her and Joanna.
"See, you can trust me" Joanna said as she walked in, backing up to a wall. But Joanna knew it wasn't enough to gain trust.
"If you want to be totally safe with me, I have handcuffs on the side of my belt. You can handcuff me, tie me down, whatever you need to do. Just take out the radio I have, so I can set up a line of communication between you and the officers."
Rebecca was processing the information in her head. She isn't lying, I can really trust her Rebecca realized. She's even letting me tie her up.
With that said, Rebecca found the handcuffs on Joanna's belt, and handcuffed her accordingly. She commanded Joanna to sit down on a chair, even though she was actually waiting for Joanna to start talking so that something could be done. Rebecca just wanted this all to end.
Joanna was planning to let a little bit of time go by, to play on Rebeccas' nerves. She turned to see the hostages, and saw a woman tending to the bloody leg of a man on the floor. Everyone else was bound just as she was. I'll give it an hour or so she thought. What Joanna also wanted to know was where the bathroom was. She felt the juice from breakfast, along with the coffee, begin to reach her bladder. She should have gone before, but time she knew that time was vital. For now though, she could hold it. For now. |
CHAPTER TWO: TRUST AND DESPERATION
"The wound isn't bleeding anymore"
The nurse snapped Rebecca back into reality, away from her thoughts. Joanna also heard, and decided she had to do something for the hostages.
"Rebecca, hey, listen, about the hostage who was shot..." she carefully said, not adding the "by you" she wanted to add. She didn't want Rebecca to feel dominant by what others did and said
"What about him?"
"The man needs an ambulance, he needs a doctor to make sure there isn't an infection. Please, you are risking his life, don't let him die" she said calmly, not wanting to be hysterical. She saw in Rebecca's eyes that she was scared and concerned. Whether it was about her selfish self, or about the wounded hostage, she was getting to a bursting point. Unless there was something else in Rebecca's mind that was concerning her.
In reality, there was something that Rebecca was concerned about. The endless drinks that she had were finally getting to her. All she wanted to do was calm herself down, not fill up her bladder. She knew the restrooms were out in the lobby. But going out there was too risky. She didn't want to be shot or arrested, but she also didn't want to have any accidents. Just calm down, it will be over soon.
"Rebecca?"
Joanna had kept quiet for a while, and now it was time to start negotiating. She would have preferred if more time had went by, to get Rebecca more nervous, but there was a life at risk.
"Please. You can trust me, just let the injured hostage go. What do you have to gain by having him here?"
Rebecca sure didn't want the man to die. Robbery was bad enough, but murder as well? She shuddered at the thought of being responsible of someone's death.
"How....do I know...umm...trust you?..." she managed to stutter out. Too much stuff was going on for her to think straight, and it was just the sign that Joanna needed.
"Like we did earlier, remember? Point the gun at me when they are in here, so you can have the benefit of security. Trust me, I'm not here to be an enemy or anything, I'm here for the hostages". In Joanna's mind, she was acting like a "Trojan horse", working little by little to get the hostages out, until it was just her. Inside a little compartment in her police-issued wristwatch was a second key to her handcuffs that Rebecca was tricked into thinking were effective. When only her and Rebecca were left in the room, she would free herself and take Rebecca down. She did go through basic training with the police for those kinds of scenarios.
Rebecca looked reluctant. She then took a deep breathe, and grabbed the walkie-talkie that Joanna brought, and held it to Joanna's face. "Call the ambulance then"
"Thank you, I told you that you can trust me"
Joanna then felt a cold metal tube on her neck that, mixed with a slowly filling bladder, made her shiver a little. The gun was held up at her neck, loaded and ready to shoot.
"Better....umm.....you better be corre...uhh, right.."
THIRTHY MINUTES LATER
The now ex-hostage was led out the room in a stretcher. The nurse sneakily was able to get out too, under the act that she was holding down the hostage's wound. The medics had their heads down all that time, and avoided noticing Rebecca at all. All that time, she was at Joanna's side, switching the gun behind her head and neck.
"I'm glad that we managed to make a deal. You see, it wasn't that bad?" Joanna said with a reassuring tone.
"We aren't here to be friends" Rebecca coldly snapped back, feeling Joanna was talking down to her with sarcasm.
"Right" she responded, looking away. She perfectly knew that fact. If she could, she would shoot Rebecca to teach her a lesson about her version of law. But she was only some dumb college brat. She was trying to hide her fear, and pretended to be tough.
"I'm sorry..."
"Hmm?"
Joanna didn't expect to hear that. Normally, the criminal wouldn't have said anything at all, and if they did, either a bunch of insults, gloating or something else, but not an apology. And it sounded sincere. This was something new.
"It's OK, don't worry"
Rebecca nodded in agreement. She felt forgiven. "I really don't want to hurt anyone, including Joanna" she thought to herself. "She's been kind of nice to me." It was true, she trusted Joanna on her word. A small stinging sensation awoke her from her thoughts. "Fuck, I need the bathroom" she thought to herself. She tried to distract herself with things. To have an accident would be too embarrassing, and would show the hostages that she was scared. So far, her act was working. Be cold and keep acting tough, and nobody would guess she was scared. I've already convinced a psychologist, I can keep doing this. But her growing desperation was threatening to expose her as some cowardly brat.
Meanwhile, Joanna was fighting her own struggle. She took a long breath in. Stay dry, please stay dryyyyy. It was worse for her, as she was handcuffed, and not allowed to walk around. She didn't have the luxury of having her hands available to hold herself in, or to rub on her arms to fight back the goose-bumps and cold. She glanced at Rebecca, who was fidgeting a little bit with her fingers, and began to pace a little bit, back and fourth. What's her deal? she wondered. Joanna then noticed something interesting. A few Styrofoam cups on the floor, with droplets that shown they were recently used. By Rebecca obviously, she was the only one who could use her hands, other than the nurse. But the nurse was with the man all that time. Did Rebecca really drink all of that? she thought amusingly. She turned to see Rebecca's face more clearly. She was sweating, and her face showed a little bit of strain and struggle.
It then struck Joanna. Rebecca's behavior. Her fidgeting. The cups.
She needs the bathroom
Joanna let out a small giggle. Rebecca quickly glanced. "You said something?"
"Ummm, no. Probably something else" she said nervously. Rebecca looked away, content with an answer.
To Joanna, it was kind of funny, she couldn't help but let out a giggle. There Rebecca was, some girl who had a pawn-shop quality gun, acting though, and now trying her best to hold herself. Goes to show the hypocrisy of "such a grown up".
Sadly, Joanna reminded herself of the irony of the situation. She wasn't in the position to be laughing. She was in the same situation as Rebecca was.
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Eeeee! I'm glad you guys are enjoying it! I'm surprised I'm writing better than I thought I could, even though English isn't my first language
CHAPTER THREE: THE UNRULY HOSTAGE
About an hour or so passed. Rebecca wouldn't stop pacing back and fourth. Joanna was still wriggling in her seat.
Dammit, I can't do this, I need to go thought Joanna. It was obvious that now there were physical constraints on Rebecca, along with the emotional and mental toll on her already. It was time to start negotiations.
"Rebecca?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you want to start the negotiations now, so we can end all of this please?"
"Finally" she thought to herself. The negotiator is doing her job.
"Umm, sure, I guess"
"OK, pass me the radio, put it up to my mouth or something so I can speak to the captain outside.
Rebecca left the radio on a desk on the other side of the small office. She took small steps to go and retrieve it. She still had a bladder to manage on top of the entire situation. Don't worry, I'll figure out how to get to the toilet. The bathroom was outside in the lobby. But if she were to go there, the police would definitely capture her before she would be able to even get to the door. I wet myself and I end up getting shot or arrested. Two things that she definitely didn't want.
Just as she was passing by the hostages on the floor, she heard a small voice.
"Ummm, miss?"
Rebecca turned to see the girl on the floor who had said that. Unlike the other hostages who were laying down or sitting down, she was on her knees. Her blond hair in a loose and messy bun. She had a pair of light jeans and a white shirt that was soaked in the armpits and back with sweat. Under her frame glasses, her eyes were red and there were trails of tears that showed she had obviously been crying. She was about Rebecca's age maybe, maybe a year younger. What caught her attention was a small wet spot on the crotch of her jeans
"What do you w...what do you what, umm, want?" Rebecca said in an almost shaky voice. It was getting harder to maintain a cold and serious tone. Trying to maintain her bladder and dignity was taking a physical toll.
"I have to pee!" the girl said with urgency and desperation. "Pleeeaaase, I'm going to wet myself!!!"
Rebecca swallowed the remaining saliva in her mouth out of nervousness. She actually felt bad for this girl. It was evident that she had begun to leak. It was only a matter of minutes before the poor girl would totally disgrace herself. Rebecca completely understood what the girl was feeling. She would be more than happy to have let her go if the bathroom was in the office, mostly out of sympathy.
Across the room, Joanna was free to quietly whimper a little bit, with Rebecca away from her. She heard the girl, and felt sorry for her. She was supposed to be freeing the hostages, but her bladder needs were distracting her. Don't worry, I'll get the three of us out of here. Three? Rebecca included? No, she was the criminal. Joanna wasn't supposed to care if Rebecca wet herself or not, as long as she was arrested, she couldn't care less about her discomfort. So why did she even care?
"Umm.....I'm sorry, but no...you can't go.." Rebecca responded in a softer tone. "Neither can I" she thought sadly to herself.
The girl doubled over, moaning in pain and desperation.
"No, please, yes you can let me go!! I'm about to burst, please don't do this to me!!!" she wailed
Rebecca felt the other hostages looking either at the girl with sympathy, looking away to save her the humiliation, or looking at Rebecca with disgust for being so cold to the poor girl. She hadn't lost control of her bladder, but she was losing control of the situation. Instead of fear, there was hostility. Rebecca needed to enforce necessary evil.
"Shut up!! I s..said no!!" she said with her best composed tone. "Watch what happens next time you bitch around!!"
The girl began to mumble something unintelligibly through her sobs
"OK, you want to be a bitch, I'll be...a bitch too!!!" she growled as she aimed her gun at the girl. The girl shrieked in fear.
"No, don't kill me, I just want the bathroom, pleeeeaaaasee!!!"
Rebecca had it with the backtalking.
"Y-you know what? Piss yourself!! If you won't shut the fuck up, piss your pants, right there!!!"
"Oh God, please noo...." the girl managed to say before she burst into louder tears.
Joanna couldn't handle it. She was staying silent about Rebecca taunting the hostages. She crawled close to them with her knees, slowly though. She didn't want to be the first bladder to burst. The second, if she didn't stay something.
"Rebecca, you don't have to do that..w...she just needs a, um, t-toilet". She almost blurted out "we". She had to make sure Rebecca didn't know about her own plight, it might make her feel dominant over Joanna, even if Rebecca herself needed to go as bad. Bathroom denial was one of the most common forms of hostage dominance there is, after prolonged time as a captive. Any power to Rebecca was no good.
"You shut up!!! Shut the fuck up, all of y-you!!" Rebecca yelled back, in anger and irritation. Her bladder was acting up, and what she least needed was more issues.
"B-but...I'm about to have an accident, don't do this, I'm begging you" the girl said through tears.
Rebecca held the gun right at the girl's face. She used the barrel of the gun to lift up the girls glasses and pointed the gun directly at her left eye
"I'm done d-dealing with you, piss yourself so you will, can, um, will shut the fuck up already...piss yourself I said, I'm not kidding around!!" she shouted.
Joanna tried to save the girl from her humiliation. "Please Rebecca, you don't need to degrade her l-like that..."
"I told you to shut the fuck up too!!", and with that, Rebecca used the pistol to smack Joanna right in the cheek. Joanna was knocked down on the floor. She groaned in the pain, and felt her panties warm up a little bit. Shit!!! She was beginning to lose control. She clenched every muscle in her bladder to successfully stop the flow.
The girl couldn't hold it. She knew that Rebecca was being serious. She began to wail as she voluntarily let go. The warmth flooded her panties, as the liquid forced itself up her butt. Her thighs were pooling up urine between her legs, which spilled out when she opened her legs. It took about a minute or so to empty her bladder. A puddle had formed along the outline of her body on the floor. Even though she wasn't standing, she managed to get the back of both pant legs soaked, with the puddle rolling towards her front. She couldn't stop crying. Her dignity was ruined. She had been forced at gunpoint to wet her pants.
Now was the post-accident sobbing, and the realization that she wouldn't be getting into clean pants anytime soon. She knew that the gunwoman wasn't planning on acting nice in any way.
"The hissing noise sounded so soothing" Rebecca thought to herself. She could only imagine the relief the girl felt. Rebecca herself felt a little relieved. Until she realized she was actually letting go. She quickly shoved her hands between her legs to compose herself.
Joanna looked tearfully at the shaking girl on the floor. "That will be me soon too" she thought sadly. She knew Rebecca needed to go. She had to act fast.
"Rebecca, listen, I know you need the bathroom too, you've been acting like that, don't pretend you don't!!!" Joanna said accusingly. Rebecca looked at her with a face of sadness and shame, which was her way of admitting that Joanna was right.
"Please, just cooperate, we can both go to the bathroom, OK?"
Rebecca's eyes lightened up withsurprise. "We....um, both of us? You need to go too?" she asked with concern and a small hint of delight.
Shit. Joanna realized what she said. Now Rebecca knows that she is just as desperate as she is, if not more.
Despite her own painful desperation, Rebecca managed to snicker a little bit. Gotcha, bitch.
"So y-y-you need to go...to..the toilet too, h-huh, hmmm?" she shakingly said with a small smile.
Oh no....what did I do to myself Joanna thought, only able to imagine what Rebecca would do now with her secret leaked out (no pun intended).
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Sorry I took all day. I actually had work today from NT to distract me, but here it is!
CHAPTER 4: OUT OF SERVICE
Rebecca carefully approached Joanna, who looked a little worried. Despite her own desperation she still managed to hold a grin of relief, not of mischievousness as Joanna thought.. Her ticket to freedom was Joanna's ticket to dryness.
Joanna audibly whimpered. She could only begin to imagine the humiliation and torture Rebecca had in mind. OK, maybe not torture. All she really had was just the pain of trying to hold her bladder in. It wasn't like she was going to die. Still she thought. I want to stay dry, it would be really uncomfortable to experience the feeling of wetting her pants. She had always been a super-hygienic person. She couldn't go a day without showering or doing laundry. Any article of piece of clothes used only once would be considered dirty. Any small stain was a big deal to her. Much more an entire puddle of urine.
Maintain your dignity, you CAN and WILL stay dry
Joanna put her head down as Rebecca approached her. Don't make eye contact. She'll see your tears, and it will turn out much worse. She felt a soft kick on the side of her rib.
"Look...at...at me".
Joanna lift her glaze towards Rebecca, who had the gun pointed at her on one hand, and other hand buried between her legs.
"Let's make a, um, deal, OK?"
"OK...I'll...I'm willingly, I mean willing to deal, err, negotiate...."". Joanna's struggle was visible. She was on the verge of tears. Her bladder was straining itself as best as it could. Rebecca, on the other hand, was worse; a small and thin dark trail had emerged from under her hand, and thinned out as it got near her ankle. She grunted and doubled over in agony.
"W-w-we both need to go, to...g-get to a.......toilet....so w-why don't...we....ummm....". Shit. I forgot what I was going to say, I can't think like this!!!
"Y..you want me to tell the...police to not shoot? And t-then we can ge..get to the bathrooms?" Joanna asked softly. Under no circumstances was the negotiator supposed to allow the gunperson to gain more space or ground. At least, it wasn't good for obvious strategic reasons, it could provide the gunperson more space to attack officers from. But Joanna knew that a gunfight was what Rebecca wanted the least. She also isn't telling me to urinate myself, like I thought she was.
"W-what do you mean? How, you know they'll try....to...umm...arrest me"
Rebecca took a moment to jump a little in place. The desperation was too much.
"I can tell them to bring the.....*urk*....the shields, the ones they use...". Outside, the police set up small rows of SWAT shields, which were small and mobile fences made of strong iron, with an opening near the top to stick the gun out from.
"I'll tell....t-th-them to build a path to the bathroom....so that you....umm.....". Joanna thought whether to say "we". Fuck it, she already knows, what's the point of trying to stop her from feeling dominant.
"So...we can both get to...the toilet on...t-time.....p..pl....please?". Joanna felt a couple of tears stream down her face. Please, just say yes, don't make me wet my pants!!
Rebecca thought of that idea. It sounds OK, they can't shoot me.
"OK....g-go for it....". She held the radio up the Joanna, and let Joanna speak to the chief outside. Rebecca heard as Joanna kept stuttering while explaining the situation. While Joanna was speaking, Rebecca took this moment to cover her mouth and begin to let out soft sobs. I don't want Joanna to see me wet myself, and I also don't want Joanna to wet herself either. Wait, since when did I care about her?
Joanna was done talking on the radio.
"OK, they s-say yes, they'll....they'll do it, OK? Don't worry, j-just...umm...try to hold it in, uh, you'll be fine, I....promise you....their hurrying up to...do...s-so" Joanna said in the most reassuring tone possible. Poor Rebecca, I hope she makes it. Wait, since when did I care about her? I don't care about her....I mean, right?
"T-thank you....". Rebecca wanted to add "if it wasn't for you here, I wouldn't know what to do". Honestly, Rebecca appreciated Joanna's offer. But saying anything else than "thank you" would feel...."weird".
There was a sound of something moving outside, something heavy and metallic. Rebecca waited a couple of minutes. Meanwhile, she began to squirm uncontrollably. She also glanced at Joanna, who was obviously squirming as well, with a few tears running down her cheeks, mumbling "I can't, I can't".
"H...hey, you will make it, OK?". Rebecca said reassuringly.
Joanna could only nod. She cares about me...kind of. Joanna comforted herself with the kindness of her captor. She was understanding of her situation, most captors would either ignore their hostages or force them to wet themselves. At least, all of the captives, not like the girl from earlier.
Rebecca slowly opened the door, gun ready. The took a moment to stomp in place, out of desperation. When she opened the door, she saw a wall of SWAT shields that provided cover for a path to the restroom. There it is, the door, it cant be more than 20 feet away. She still had a little doubt, so she grabbed Joanna.
"C-careful, OK? The toilets are, um, right there" she said. Joanna nodded.
Rebecca yelled out into the lobby, "I have a hostage with me!" as she walked out Joanna. Nobody was there. Good.
Joanna then realized something; she was alone with Rebecca as they took baby steps to the toilet. She could uncuff herself and wrestle down Rebecca. But she needs the toilet, she won't make it if I get her now. It was at that moment that she began to realize something: she cares about Rebecca. She unexplainably made up excuses to feel sorry for Rebecca, and now she made up an excuse as she had a rare chance. No! These aren't excuses, because I need to go too! I'm not in denial! I'm not protecting Rebecca at all!
Rebecca came to a stop as she reached the bathroom door.
"D-d-do you want to go first? I'll l-let you" Joanna said. Despite her own needs, she was willing to let Rebecca go. It was the only way she could say "thank you". Instead of leaving Joanna to wet herself in the office, she was letting her relief herself too.
Rebecca turned the handle to the bathroom. What happened next made her heart drop. She opened the door to see the toilet, wrapped in paper and plastic. On top, there was a sheet of paper taped on top of the toilet - "Toilet sewage broke, please use the bathroom next door"
"W-what....". Rebecca felt her eyes sting again with tears.
Joanna leaned forward to see the sight that Rebecca was blocking her from. Her heart also fell in sadness. Rebecca turned to Joanna, who looked just as defeated as her.
"The....toilets.....we...c-can't use them..." Rebecca managed to say through tears. Both of them realized what this meant.
Rebecca realized it, and so did her bladder. She felt a growing warmth in between her legs. She looked down, still in the shock of the moment. She had lost control completely.
"Rebecca....I...umm....." Joanna said with sadness and sympathy.
A dark and glistening spot quickly spread out on the front of Rebecca's jeans. Thin streams had begin to pour out from her pant legs, some spilling into her socks and sneakers. The wetness went up her butt, as the underwear and jeans directly between her legs couldn't absorb any more liquid. The back and front of her jeans were soaked. Her feet felt warm, as urine that was trailing down her legs reached her socks, which absorbed the urine.
Her lip was trembling. She felt beyond degraded. Her ears and face burned with the redness of embarrassment. She started off with broken sobs, then exploded into full-out wailing. Rebecca fell to her knees. There was no point in using her hands to block the stream. She would only direct the urine up her butt with that pressure. Not that it would matter, it went up anyways.
Joanna felt sick. She was begging to sob softly too. Rebecca's puddle had reached her, and just managed to back away, not wanting to get her white loafers wet. She knew she was definitely going to wet herself. She also felt bad for Rebecca.
"Poor Rebecca, I feel pretty bad for her more than myself" she sympathetically thought to herself. "Still, she looks kind of cute when she cries". She tensed up, not out of desperation, but of her last thought. "Where the fuck did that thought come from? Rebecca isn't cute! Well, she is, but not in that sense!". With that, she grunted in desperation. She was now more annoyed than sad.
"She's not cute...I mean...well.....I'm not "like that".....no...". She was almost distracted from her desperation.
"I'm not......I'm not lesbian...I mean.....well.....no...just because I think she looks a little cute....that's.....I-I'm straight, I'm supposed to be, right?"
She never felt like this before. Seeing Rebecca soaking herself and burst into tears was supposed to make Joanna feel bad, and make her even more desperate. She wasn't supposed to enjoy it. Joanna always saw herself as straight. She liked guys. She had dated them before. She has always been politically and socially conservative, and would think to herself "I'm straighter than a ruler!"
"Why am I even thinking about this in the first place?"
This was probably just an effect of dealing with stress and a hostage situation. Through her thoughts, Joanna now felt something that she had always hated: guilt. She had to do something. I have to say something, for me and Rebecca. "and Rebecca". There I go again.
"Re....Rebecca, don't cry....." she said softly.
"But I-I-I..could...no like you know I wet the c-cause" Rebecca managed to mumble out between her sobs.
"I m-mean...if it makes....umm...you feel better...you know, not entirely h-humiliated...." Joanna managed to say under her voice. Either way, I know I won't make it. I can't hold it in...
With that, Rebecca stopped sobbing for a little bit, as she stared at Joanna, who had her head down as she voluntarily let go into her slacks.
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Thank you for the compliments! I appreciate it!
And about the crime duo....it all depends on Joanna! That's all I'll say (even though the title has given it away a while ago lol)
CHAPTER 5: REVEALATION
It....feels......ahhh...so good....n-n....ahh......
Joanna couldn't help but blush. The urine condensed into trails on the outside of her slacks. With the kind of fabric her slacks were made of, the urine flowed easily dow her leg, adding moisture instead of the traditional stickiness of wet fabric. Not wanting to get urine into her shoes, she crouched down, sticking her butt out behind her, so that the urine would instead pool at the back of her underwear and slacks instead of in her shoes. She couldn't help but smile a little bit, followed by a long sigh of relief.
While Joanna felt the relief and cozy warmth of the urine, Rebecca was feeling the wet fabric of her jeans stick to her skin, and her cold and wet panties begin to ride up after adjusting the waist of her jeans, which were sagging with the extra weight of the urine they absorbed. She was looking at Joanna who was disgracing herself as well. But Joanna looked more happy than sad to have wet herself. Is she......she is....she is smiling, isn't she?
"Jo....Joanna....umm...." she managed to say between her sniffling.
"Are you....sm....smiling?"
Joanna tried to erase her smile off her face. She felt a little embarrassed. But the relief overwhelmed her, what was she supposed to do?
"Heh...umm...well....y-you know..." she said shyly. Her face was flushed in redness. She still couldn't take that stupid grin off her face. She felt so immature, but so "weird" at the same time. I just wet myself in front of this cut...err, in front of Rebecca....w...what do I do now?
Rebecca stared wide-eyed through her tears. She was more surprised than humiliated now. It's like she enjoyed wetting herself.
"Umm...I mean...it's....it's ok to feel relieved" Rebecca shyly said, now that her confusion at Joanna's attitude had calmed her down. "Y...you can feel happy, I guess....."
"B-but...." Joanna said with embarrassment. "I'm....ummm......ok" she accepted, putting her head down in shame. She couldn't stop smiling. Why am I feeling like....this? Did I really enjoy wetting myself in front of Rebecca? No....I mean.....well.....n-no...
Now it was Rebecca's turn to not only smile, but let out a broken laugh. She quickly covered her mouth up with her hands, in shock. N-no, shut up, don't do that!!
Joanna looked up at Rebecca, covering her laughter. She is laughing at me? Or....does she feel....
"I'm sorry about...umm...l-laughing..." Rebecca said with shame. "It's just that.....well....it felt...you....urrr.....looked...se...uhhh....". Rebecca was stammering. She wanted to say something that she had finally realized.
From the moment she first saw Joanna walk through the door. Wow, she looks...kind of....h-hot.... From the time she was handcuffing Joanna. Her hands are soft... From the time she held Joanna close to her wit the gun when the medics took the wounded man away. She smells so sweet and fragrant. From the time she threatened her with a gun while tormenting the desperate hostage. I wish I can say sorry, I don't mean to insult you. And just now, when Joanna wet herself in front of her. She looks so innocent and sad, I really want to hug her and comfort her.
Rebecca, like Joanna, never had any doubts about her sexuality. She had a boyfriend, until he was arrested for drugs, while Rebecca liked to think was the reason for her criminal behavior (although she never took any). At her university, she was shown in one of her computer classes how to set up a network of webcams, which she used to set up webcams in the male athletes locker room. If anything, Rebecca liked to think of herself as a "female pervert".
She never felt this way, until about three hours ago when Joanna walked into the office. She now realized something.
I'm.....a...a....l-lesbian...and......I like Joanna....
"It's....d-don't worry". Joana's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
Rebecca was at a loss of words. She just had a revelation of magnitude inside a dirty bathroom, standing in wet jeans. She had to keep her calm.
"C'mon...l-lets go back to the office" she said as she gently grabbed Joanna's arm. They made their way behind the wall of shields. The police couldn't see them well, so at least only the hostages would notice their accident. Rebecca had her head down all that time. She felt the sloshing of her wet socks as she walked.
When they entered the office, some of the hostages were in a circle in whispers. They disbanded when the girls entered the room. Rebecca ignored them, and walked past them.
"Joanna....ummm....c-can we talk? I mean, in private, in the break room over there?" she asked.
"Umm, OK, t-that's fine...". Joanna was confused. What does she want to tell me?
Rebecca felt the humiliation as she walked past the hostages. She heard some snickers. They probably are trying not to laugh at my accident she thought sadly. The girl who was forced earlier to wet herself looked up at Rebecca. She was still on the floor, lying in her puddle in a fetal position. Her eyes were red from crying, but Rebecca could tell she had anger in her eyes as they both made accidental eye contact.
"W-what are you looking at?"
"At you, bitch. Glad you feel like how you mademe feel" the girl snapped back with a sharp but low grumble.
Rebecca pretended to ignore her as she walked away. I have more....serious things now.
The break room was only a table with chairs, and a counter with a small fridge and a microwave, with cabinents on the wall. Rebecca set Joanna down on a chair. She then sat down on a chair next to her, again feeling the discomfort of her wet clothes.
Control yourself...
"Joanna, listen...I...um.."
Just tell her you like her, that's it, that is all, you can control yourself...
"..uh...you see...." This feels like fucking high school. I can't believe I'm going to tell someone who I have hostage, both of us in wet jeans, with the cops outside, that I like her.
"I...t-t-think....you see....."
Joanna moved her head down a little, as Rebecca put hers down a little. She made eye contact with her. She could tell Rebecca had some sort of shame in her eyes. What does she want to say? She looks so helpless....I feel like hugging her....wait, no! Don't think that! She isn't cute, she is a girl, and I am a girl, boys are meant for girls, and vice versa! I don't have a crush on Rebecca, I am straight! I just feel sorry for her, tha-
With that, Joanna felt Rebecca grab her head, and start kissing her with a sort of passion that she has never felt, ever, with any of her past boyfriends.
Rebecca couldn't control herself. Her mind lost control of her body. While her mind kept saying "stop, no, stop kissing her, no, don't do this!!", her body would instead hug Joanna tighter. She had one hand holding Joanna's head to kiss her, and the other softly rubbing Joanna's lower back.
Both girls made eye contact, and both were shocked. Just as fast as she grabbed Joanna, she pushed her back into her chair.
What did I do!?
Edited January 19, 2015 by heyitsshelley
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I feel like I'm rushing the scene too much, and feel like a real hostage situation wouldn't develop like this (maybe not the sexually insecure negotiator part lol), so tell me if I should slow down! Next chapter or so, they'll escape the building.
CHAPTER 6:
Joanna's mind was at a total blank. She was trying to stammer something out, but she couldn't.
She.....she kissed me......s-she.....likes me.....t-too.....b-but...I can't like her back!!
Rebecca was frozen in place. She was extremely humiliated, and beyond embarrassment. I kissed her. I just fucking grabbed her, and kissed her.....
Both girls stood in their position awkwardly, without a word, for the next few minutes. Joanna was still absorbing the shock. Rebecca wanted to say something, anything. She felt a funny feeling in her stomach. Nothing painful, but rather uncomfortable. She also felt the same way she was felt before when being a situation with a cute guy. Stronger though. Like her first kiss with her boyfriend, but this time, with Joanna, it felt more pleasurable and stronger.
I...have to apologize......
"Ummm...Joanna...I...uhh....."
Joanna broke her blank stare and looked up at Rebecca. "Hmm?" she said, in a really calm and carefully executed manner.
"...I w-want....t-t-to say that....that I am sorry....I am so s-sorry......" she said, almost breaking down into tears. She thinks I'm a lesbian....
"It's....ok....." Joanna said softly and reassuringly. She wanted to add "I enjoyed it though". But saying that would be way too embarrassing.
Now Rebecca was having her own revelations. She hadn't looked at Rebecca as anything higher than some dumb college brat with a cheap gun. To her, Rebecca was just another insecure bitch that needed to be put in her place in a prison cell or mental ward. But now, it was different. She remembered when she first saw Rebecca in her straining. "She looks so cute, dancing in her desperation", followed by denial. When Rebecca stood there, crying, emptying out her bladder in her jeans, that was the icing for Joanna. "She looks so hot, crying, wetting herself, oh what the hell, why am I thinking this??". All this time, she had been suppressing herself. Her insecurities.
She felt her eyes tear up.
I'm...in.....in love with Rebecca, aren't I?
Rebecca's screaming woke her from her thoughts.
"Get up, all of you!!"
She was with the hostages. Joanna got up from the chair to go see. Just as she got up, she felt a small ache in her abdomen. I need to go to the toilet again?
Rebecca was opening up the door, and ordered her hostages to do something that Joanna tensed up.
"Get the hell out of here, you are all free. Go, fuck off" Rebecca then glanced at Joanna, who was standing nearby. "Except you, Joanna."
Without hesitation, the hostages all got out in a single line, with an obviously look of relief on their faces. All but the girl, whose wet spot on her jeans was still dark and obvious. She wasn't crying or anything, she just looked tired and defeated. As she walked by Rebecca, she mumbled something. Whatever it was, Joanna didn't hear it, but assumed it was an insult by the way Rebecca grabbed the girl, then pistol-whipped her.
"R-Rebecca!! Don't do that!!" Joanna snapped in defense of the girl. She didn't want to see anybody get killed or beaten. Rebecca hesitated to hit the girl again, and decided to throw the girl out, who was crying again, and shut the door behind her. Rebecca was finally doing the right thing. "But why not me too?" Joanna thought to herself. What does she want to do with me? Use me in negotiations? Or something else?
Deep inside, Joanna knew what to do though. She just had to wait for the perfect moment.
With the hostages now gone, Rebecca was now at another standstill. What now? I have Joanna and everything. I don't want to hurt her. But she hesitated again at her last thought. Do I want to keep her safe because she's my ticket out of here, or....or....do I have intentions even I don't know about? She looked at Joanna, who was on her knees. She looked like she was waiting for something to happen. But she didn't have fear in her eyes. More like excitement. Rebecca then thought of something sad. Will I ever see Joanna again after this? In just a few hours, Joanna managed to make Rebecca question herself, and in a way that she liked.
Joanna on the other hand was excited, like her eyes said.
Oh God....
While she was freeing herself from her handcuffs from the hidden key, she felt her bladder begin to ache again. I've already gone once in my pants. With that exciting thought in her head, she closed her eyes and drifted off.
"J-Joanna! You're p-wetting yourself again!!"
Joanna snapped back, and looked down. Urine was trickling down, on the back of her thighs. A small puddle formed slowly on the carpet. Nothing big, as the fabric of the carpet absorbed the urine.
Without a thought, Joanna felt like she had lost control of not only her bladder, but her mind.
"I know....I...d-did it...umm...for you....". Joanna was conscious of what she said, but her mouth was just running off. Why the FUCK did I just say that!!!?? D-Don't say that!!!
"Wh...what....umm...." Rebecca was surprised at what Joanna said. She wet her pants for me!!? Is...w-wh....wha..
"I said I wet myself.....because....y-you like it....d-don't you?". Stop it!!! OK, you like her, big fucking deal, don't say that though!!! Why am I doing this??
"Y-you.....y....". Rebecca felt like she was in some surreal dream. She...is trying...t-to seduce me......isn't she?
Joanna began to giggle as she felt her handcuffs come off.
"Oh Rebecca.....you look so....good....I just want to....you know....kiss again....". STOP IT JOANNA, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING??!!! STOP IT!!!
"K-k....kiss....". Joanna is a lesbian, isn't she? Plus....she knows....I...l-like her too...
"Yeah, kiss. Y-you heard me. I think you're fucking hot. Goddammit Rebecca, you fucking turn me on!!" STOP IT!!!! PLEASE, WHY CAN'T I STOP!!!
Just like that, Joanna snapped. She lost it. As Rebecca was stammering around, Joanna got up and pounced at Rebecca with her hands, now free.
"W-wh." Rebecca managed to stammer out as Joanna tackled her down.
Joanna quickly managed to flip Rebecca onto her stomach. She held down the squirming girl under her, putting one knee on top of her wet butt and using both hands to hold both of Rebeccas arms down at her side. She grabbed one of her arms, and twisted them on her back.
"Ahhh, oww, you're hurting me!!!" Rebecca managed to yell out. She was beginning to sob.
Just as Joanna unpredictably tackled her, she got off of Rebecca, letting her flip back on her back. She turned to see Joanna, who looked way off. She was smiling with an evil look, and her eyes were dilated and wide opened, giving her a sociopathic look. In her hand was something that make Rebecca's heart skip a beat.
"J-Joanna, w-wh-wh..please, w-wait!!!" she spurted out, trying to finish her sentence. She saw that Joanna was holding the gun she had dropped when she was tackled down. She was aiming it at Rebecca.
"D-don't kill me, p-please!!!"
Joanna threw her head back in laughter, as she approached Rebecca, who was trying to crawl away.
Rebecca felt a growing warmth in her butt. She looked down, to see her pants glistening again. Her bladder filled up again, but she hadn't noticed in the panic of the last few moments. N-no!! I'm peeing my pants again!!
"J...J...Joanna....please.....". She was about to burst into tears. All of a sudden, Joanna grabbed her by the arm and lifted her up.
"I.....p-pl-" Rebecca was cut off by Joanna, who put her finger to Rebecca's lips.
"Shhhhh" Joanna whispered softly. She fondled her finger around Rebecca's lips. She let out the cutest giggle Rebecca ever heard.
"Your lips are so soft....even w-when you kissed me..."
Rebecca felt her mouth move, but no words came out. I liked kissing your soft lips too.
Rebecca then felt Joanna do the same thing she did to her. She kissed Rebecca, more passionately than how Rebecca kissed her. Rebecca kissed back. Before they knew it, they were embracing each other, kissing passionately.
They let go, both breathing heavily.
"R-Rebecca.....babe...." Joanna said. She felt so...relaxed. She felt so liberated, letting her submissive side out.
"Hmmm?" Rebecca said with an innocent tone to her.
"I...I love you, OK?" Joanna said with strong passion. She gently stroked Rebecca's cheek with her hand.
"I'll do whatever you want me to do....I-I'm totally yours....". She giggled as she rested her head on Rebecca's lap, still soaked with urine.
"Please.....I...l-love you....". She looked up with what Rebecca would have said were bedroom eyes, only that they weren't in any position for sex.
"C'mon....l-lets get out of here, I have a plan, OK babe?"
Rebecca still kept trying to mumble out something. She finally said something.
"OK....w-whats the plan?" |
Yet again, another chapter!
CHAPTER 7: ESCAPE
In just a few hours, Rebecca and Joanna had not only discovered something about their sexualities, but had fallen in love, under "unusual" circumstances. But despite meeting in the office of a checks cashing building, one of them handcuffed, and with SWAT teams ready to shoot down the other, they managed to handle the "obstacles" relatively well.
Outside, the SWAT agent in charge of securing the perimeter received a transmission in his radio, which was hooked up with Joanna's radio.
"H-hello? Come in, please"
"Yes Joanna, what is it?" Did she succeed in taking the gunwoman down? The hostages are free, its just the two of them now
"Please tell your men to stand down, p-please..." She sounded like she was crying
"Is that the suspect's demands?"
"S-she has a....*fake sniffle*....b-bomb, shes threatening me, p-please..."
"Are you serious? Are you sure its a bomb?!" Shit, now we've got a bomb threat. But to a checks cashing place?
"Yes, she has the wires and...a-and...you know...p-please! She's going to kill me!!". The voice of the gunwoman shouting in the background was heard through the radio too.
"Sh-shes going to say that if you guys don't let her out now, shes going to blow herself and me up, and...a-and...oh God, please, she handcuffed herself to me..."
"OK, don't worry, we'll back off, just come out!" Shes not kidding around
A few minutes later, both girls came out. Joanna was crying, while the gunwoman had Joanna up against her, using her arm to headlock the poor girl, and had the gun pressed right at her head with the other hand. With the hand that was around Joanna's neck, she had some sort of device. It was hooked up to a wire that led to a plastic thing on her waist. The thing was some sort of box covered in plastic and wires. The bomb.
"You g-guys have to listen to me, or I'll kill her!!" she shouted out. Again, Joanna burst into hysterical tears. She whispered something to Joanna in her ears, that whatever it was, got her to stop wailing.
"I w-will let her go, I won't keep her with me, she c-c-can go home after this!! Let me just get to my car, and we'll leave. I'll drop her off somewhere, so don't follow!"
The police officers could only stare at her with hostility, as one of their own was in danger. Some of their eyes went wide open at the sight in front of them. Joanna was urinating herself. Her slacks looked kind of darker in color before, but now, they exploded in a glistening bloom across her front, and led down to her legs. Joanna shrieked in shock and humiliation. Again, whatever the gunwoman whispered to Joanna, it seemed to have calmed her down.
"Don't follow me, or I will blow up the car with the both of us! On a busy road, others will get hurt too!!!"
With that, Rebecca uncuffed herself from Joanna, and forced her in the car. She quickly jumped into the driver seat, as she wasn't planning on getting shot by a sniper during that brief and delicate moment. She backed away from the parking space, as the officers using the car as cover were backing away. The SWAT team removed their shields out of the driveway, to let the car through. With that, the car drove away.
There weren't any helicopters in the sky, or any police cars in the rearview mirror.
Joanna was still crying. Rebecca looked at her with a widening smile.
"You can drop the act, you were great!" she said cheerfully, and playfully rubbed Joanna in the head. Joanna responded with a giggle.
"Think I did well?"
"I know you did well."
"Help, help, don't shoot, she has a bomb!!! I'm wetting myself in fear, don't shoot"
Both girls burst into laughter.
Rebecca yanked off the box from her waist. The "bomb" was really a binder they took from an office desk, and wrapped it with a bunch of shrink wrap they found in the trash can. Rebecca improvised with the wires; they were cut from a computer. The small trigger was actually, of all the primitive things, a clicky pen (I don't know what they are called, mechanical pens maybe?). She tied the other end of the wire around the pen, but gripped it enough to cover the shitty job she did to make a finger trigger. Now, they were free, just like that. Joanna told Rebecca that she needed to pee before they even set their plan into motion. "Just pee your pants out there, to make your fear look authentic, plus it will look really hot if you do!". Rebecca was caught by surprise when she felt Joanna's warm urine hit her knee. She whispered into her ear, "You certainty like being naughty, don't you?". It took serious concentration to hold herself from giggling.
"Where do we go now?" asked Rebecca.
"We'll why don't you park your car somewhere, so they don't report the plates or anything, and we take a taxi?"
"To where?"
"Well, you said you were going to release me, right?"
Joanna adjusted her jacket. It then hit her.
Oh my God, I forgot the pin....I...I...have to t-tell Rebecca!!
Meanwhile, back at the checks cashing, the investigator was looking through the room, for any evidence of anything. What he noticed were a few puddles on the floor, along with a lingering smell of urine. He would look at that later, what the investigator wanted to know, for the courtroom, was what the recording device on the dummy flower pin had recorded.
Joanna felt her eyes sting with tears, but they didn't sting as much as her cheek, which Rebecca had just slapped.
"Are you fucking kidding! You gave yourself away!" she shouted. I guess every couple has to fight eventually...I mean, are we a couple?
"I-I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me!!!" Joanna said with a guilty look
"What do you mean 'Don't be mad'? What the fuck are we going to do now!!". Rebecca was now worried. They had nowhere else to go now. They planned to go to Joanna's house, and hide out there. By now, police were probably waiting at Rebecca's college dorm. She lived alone, so she had nobody to cover for her.
"Don't worry, l-let me handle this babe" Joanna said, putting she hand on Rebecca's arm with reassurance. Rebecca shooed her away.
"You better...now where do we go? A hotel or something?"
"No, to my house still. I have roommates, they'll cover us"
"Fine, you're in charge"
Cover for us? I took Joanna hostage, and tried to rob a place, and now will probably get the FBI or something on our backs, and they'll be cool with covering us? |
-----Purely fiction----- very loosely based on experiences.I woke up late on that particular day to the sound of my mom in the doorway yelling at me to get up. I had stayed up late the night prior to watch a movie and promised I'd not sleep in. You see how well that worked out. I dragged myself lazily out of bed and got myself dressed. I was never the kind of person to be obsessed with my clothes. I wore a pair of old blue jeans and a black shirt that day, pretty much my standard apparel. As I was gathering up my clothes from my dresser drawers, I noticed that I needed to pee particularly badly this morning. I squirmed a little, shifting my hips about, and even gave myself a quick squeeze as I got dressed. I had no plans of messing around, I was heading straight to the bathroom.Well... I have an older sister, and like most older sisters, she liked to take forever in the bathroom in the mornings. Usually it didn't matter much to me, as I was done before she got up on most days. Today, her obsessive makeup application rituals were adding to my agony. I waited in the kitchen, doing my best not to visibly squirm. The minutes went by, I was beginning to get that light, floaty feeling I get sometimes when I really have to pee badly. I assume that's the "floating" in "my teeth are floating." It was already passed our time to leave if we weren't going to be marked as tardy, and mom was getting impatient with my sister. She went and banged on the bathroom door and told her, "Come on, lets go! We're already late!"The door flew open and out walked my sister, who had either miraculously just then managed to finish her ritual, or had been messing around in there for who knows how long. Before I could even go in, mom was on me to get moving to the car. I tried to get a word in edgewise, but it was no use. We were leaving. So I got in the car and we headed for school, where I figured I'd use the restroom when I arrived. Of course, by the time we got there, classes had already started. I wasn't too worried about that at this point, I just wanted to pee... NOW. It felt as if my bladder was literally stretched, it sat heavily and I felt that if I didn't focus on keeping my muscles clenched....... I pushed the thought away as I got out of the car and headed toward the campus. I got about ten steps when mom called out. I had taken off without my back pack. I turned around and walked back to the car, grabbed my bag and started back again. On my way to the restrooms, I was stopped by one of the staff members ("Yard narks" as we called them) and asked why I wasn't in class. I told her I had just arrived and hadn't gone to class yet, but I was on my way. Well, this particular yard nark was going to do her duty, she would escort me to class. I told her I needed to use the restroom first, and she literally laughed! "Nice try sweetie," She told me, "You just got here, you shoulda gone at home. Come on, lets go."
Not really knowing what to do, I went with her, but by now I was starting to get nervous. I honestly couldn't remember a time in which I had needed to go so badly, and this lady wasn't going to let me go. I knew the teacher wouldn't let me out once I was in her class, and that class didn't let out for almost another hour. My knees felt wobbly and I felt beads of sweat breaking out on my forehead as we walked. The pressure in my bladder was getting unbearable. I felt as if my pee was literally at the tip of my penis, on the verge of starting to leak with every step. What if I couldn't hold it? This was high school, if that happened now, I'd never ever live it down. I'd be known for the remaining year I had here as the guy who peed his pants in history class. I tried to push the thought away again, but it wouldn't entirely leave. We reached my class, Ms. Marsh's first period World History. The yard nark explained as we entered that I was tardy and left. Ms. Marsh told me to sit down and went to her desk and began writing. I went to my desk, walking stiff, and sat down carefully. After a minute, Ms. Marsh came over and handed me a slip of paper. She said I had lunch detention for being late. I asked her (already knowing better) if I could please go to the bathroom really quick. She looked at me coldly for a second, and then answered with a definitive "no." It was at this point that I realized that I was pretty much doomed. I was sitting in a class full of people, a class that was going to go on for nearly an hour before we got a break, and I was on the verge of peeing my pants. I hadn't peed my pants since I was 6. I couldn't accept it, so I clenched down and tried to hold it. Five minutes went by, I was squirming in my seat now. I really didn't want to, because my seat made a sound when I shifted my weight in it, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't feel much down there at this point, just tremendous pressure and a tingling sensation. My pulse was racing now. I kept clenching, hoping against hope that I'd make it somehow. At the front of the class, the teacher went on about the pyramids, but I could barely even hear it. All I could think of was how badly I wanted to NOT pee my pants. A few minutes later I was hit by a sudden "spasm," if you will. An urge surge. Being already at the edge, was a bad thing. I felt a sudden warmth where my boyhood was pressed against my underwear and jeans. I didn't feel the sensation of peeing really yet, just warmth. I looked down and saw a small little dark spot appear on the crotch of my jeans. I gasped and clenched down on my bladder muscles as hard as I could, squirming like mad in my seat to get control, which I barely did. Now my whole body quivered, I knew the seal was broken. I looked up and caught the girl next to me looking at me, she quickly turned her eyes away. I felt my cheeks burning red with embarrassment. Another surge came and I felt the warmth renewed. I clenched down again as hard as I could, and for everything I felt, I could have sworn I had stopped it... yet the warmth kept slowly coming. I looked down as saw the wet spot was now bigger, maybe as big as my fist, and glistening. I was still clenching as had as I could, but it was no good. I tried to sort of reposition myself in my seat hoping I could get a hold on it (hopeless, I know), but the second I shifted, I lost the first big spurt of pee and the wet spot suddenly got bigger. I grabbed myself and squeezed in a last ditch effort. Immediately another spurt escaped, I almost managed to clamp it off, but then it just started coming out full force. Pee surged through my clenched fingers, I watched in humiliation and horror as the crotch of my jeans went dark. I could hear the sound of my pee against my clothes. Now I finally could feel the sensation of peeing. I let go of my crotch and spread my legs a little, looking down at my lap as the dark pee stain rapidly spread on my lap. I was peeing so hard that the pee was boiling up through the fabric of my jeans before spreading out and pouring down. A puddle formed quickly in the plastic chair and began to spill over noisily onto the floor, down the backs of my calves and over my socks and shoes. I heard the girl who had been looking at me gasp in shock, but didn't dare look up. I just sat there still peeing full force, wishing I could disappear. Then it got even worse."Um... Ms. Marsh?" I heard her say, sounding awkwardly amused, "Adam's peeing his pants."This brought an immediate wave of excitement in the room, all eyes were suddenly upon me, and I hadn't even stopped peeing yet! Finally the stream subsided. The world was swimming, this didn't even feel real anymore. I remember having the off thought in my haze that when I had gone to bed the night prior, I never in a million years would have thought about the possibility that I might actually wet myself at school the next day. It couldn't happen. This had to be a dream, only it wasn't. Slowly the reality of what had happened started to sink in. I finally lifted my head to see Ms. Marsh standing just outside the puddle I'd created, looking at me like all this was just an annoyance for her. The other students, still in their desks, all were looking at me. It was obvious to anyone who looked exactly what had happened even if they had somehow missed the main showing. Ms. Marsh told me to go to the nurse's office and tell them what happened and what class I was in. To add to the humiliation factor, she asked for a volunteer to escort me. Finally she decided on a girl named Mindy, a quiet brunette girl. I was actually glad that, if someone had to come with me, it was her. I'd never known her to be mean, and she wasn't really popular or anything. I got up to leave and the wetness of my ass sparked a round of laughter from the class. I picked up my bag and made my way out of the class, leaving wet shoe prints as I went. We left the class, me walking in front, Mindy following. Nothing was said at first. About halfway there, she asked, "You okay?"I just looked at her for a moment. Finally I answered, "Not really."As we walked she told me not to worry too much about it. It could happen to anyone. I didn't feel much better about it at the time, but at least she was being nice about it. Then she asked something that threw me."Can I ask.... what happened?" She asked.I told her I didn't understand what she meant, it seemed it should be obvious what had happened."No," She said under a muffle laugh, "I know what happened. I mean, how did that happen? Why didn't you go before it got that bad?""I didn't get to go when I got up this morning, okay?" I said defensively, "And the yard nark wouldn't let me go and neither would Ms. Marsh. I couldn't help it, satisfied?"She laughed kindly and gave me one pat on the shoulder, "It happens. I don't judge." She said.
We got to the nurses office and went in. The nurse, who embarrassingly happened to be friends with my parents, took one look at my jeans and gasped, asking, "What happened?!?" I didn't want to answer, but I had to, "I uh... I... had an accident. In Ms. Marsh's class."The nurse sent Mindy back to class and asked her to stop by the custodial office and ask them to come clean it up. Then she picked up the phone to call my Mom. I sat down and tried to sink into a hole somewhere between the reality of the situation and the dream it felt like. After a few seconds, the nurse said, "Hello, Anne? Hi, it's Patty... Yes... Well, are you sitting down?" There was a second or two of silence before she continued, "Adam had an accident in class... He wet his pants... yes, I know... if you could come down here, you can either bring spare clothes or pick him up.... Okay Anne, thank you.... we'll see you soon." and she hung up. Mom arrived about ten minutes later with fresh pants and underwear for me, as well as a trash bag to put my peed one's in. She immediately filled me in on what a shock it was to get a call telling her I'd peed my pants in school. Despite my requests, she didn't allow me to go home. I had to go back to class and finish the day after all that. For the rest of my high school "career," I was known as the guy that peed his pants in history class. And to top it all off, when school let out and I got in mom's car, my sister was already in the car telling mom how she heard from her friends that her brother had "peed his freaking pants in front of everybody" and asking if it was true. Mom just looked at me, then back to my sister and said, "Ask your brother."
Edited January 21, 2015 by Jodan
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(Note: right now, with my other fiction, i've run into writer's block, trying to figure out how to effectively fix the holes. that doesn't mean I gave up! but for now, ill be busy on this fiction in hopes that it will give me some creativity juice! enjoy, and feel free to leave any criticisms, i appreciate any and all feedback! pardon any grammar errors as well. im good at english, but not an expert though. I also hope having up multiple threads at the same time isn't annoying or against the rules, as it seems im the only one who is doing that. )
CHAPTER ONE: PURPLE FLASHES
No....please....don't do that.....it hurts....let me go.....please no......
The sound of the alarm ringing was loud enough to wake up Bethany, who woke up screaming from the shock. She quickly scrambled to collect herself and find the alarm under the papers and dirty plastic plates, knocking over a carton of fried rice, and shut it off. It was a windy night, so the motion sensors outside her house would be going off all night. She had fallen asleep on her desk.
Another nightmare again...
The stress of being an amateur conspiracy theorist was getting to her. The task of being ridiculed on online forums for her outrageous theories and fighting back against the "trolls" was a challenge for her ego. Because of her overreactions, she had naturally gotten overworked and angry. All this anger wasn't good for her, and was the result of her nightmares.
I need to get something to drink, I can't write like this.
Lately, she had gave up writing her 500-page "super big conspiracy glossary book" on topics like 9/11, Big Pharma, Chemtrails, etc. She sent her "master manuscript" to a big publishing firm. They rejected it, saying that they believed their audience "wouldn't be interested in opinionated and unsupported claims that quite frankly are anti-Semitic, anti-Masonic, anti-religious and largely bigoted and profit from tragedies, although we appreciate your interest in literature". Bethany freaked out about it, and was writing an angry e-mail in response.
Besides, Bethany had a new obsession: UFOs. Earlier in the week, she watched an episode of Ancient Aliens, and was instantly "disturbed" by how extraterrestrials had manipulated civilizations for thousands of years. Despite her limited insight into the topic, Bethany had already started on her unnamed project on aliens.
I'll go get a soda or something, I have to finish this...
Just as she got up from her seat, she felt a weird sensation.
Awww....shit....not again
Another effect of her recent "stress" and nightmares: she had wet herself in her sleep again. Bethany was ever the kind of person who was as hygienical as others. It's not like she doesn't shower or shave her legs or anything, she does take care of herself. She just happens to smell weird, and doesn't do much laundry. But it doesn't bug her. However, this new pants wetting thing did bug her.
She inspected the damage on her jeans. Her butt was soaked, and the wetness extended to the back of her thighs. Some streams did go down the rest of her pants, but not too much.
My favorite jeans too....
Feeling the shame and discomfort, Bethany took off her jeans, and headed to the bathroom. She felt the cold fabric of her boyshorts still bugging her though. Before taking her underwear off, she dried up her legs with a handtowel. She wasn't going to take a shower at 3 in the morning. After that, she washed her hands thoroughly. She opened the bathroom mirror to take our an aspirin for her minor headache, and swallowed it with a can of beer she had nearby. She washed her face with cold water too.
Bethany strained to look at herself in the mirror as the light bulbs were burned out, since last month. She looked as awake as ever with the cold water now snapping her back. She took the time to fix her hair. You could easyily assume that weird people arent generally attractive. But Bethany is surprisingly physically fit for a 23 year old, about 130 pounds, and 5'0". Her skin was soft and was angelic white, except for the upper part of her right arm which was tattooed. She had shoulder length blond hair, which was tied in a bun behind her head and had some messy bangs that fell on her face. She fixed them, but some of her hair fell back to cover her left eye. Always the left, I wonder why. She had bags under her eyes as a result of her lack of sleep.
Next to the bathroom was her bedroom. On her bed was a huge stack of dirty laundry. She added her wet jeans to the stack, and then her soaked panties, then her shirt that was soaked in sweat. She then dug through the pile of dirty clothes to find something to wear. A red tank top, a black sweater, a pair of light blue bikini panties and a pair of tight tan pants. They smelled like dried sweat, but Bethany knew the answer: she sprayed a cheap perfume all over herself.
Bethany went back to her desk. She had about a dozen or so computer monitors for research, work and for the security system she had outside her house. Before she sat down, she wiped off the seat with a toilet, and brushed the rice away with her foot. Just as she sat down, all the motion sensors went off at once. The loud sounds made her jump in the seat. She went to the master control to shut them off. She noticed on the video monitor that there was more wind than usually. The trees shook violently, and wind slammed into the windows of her home. All windows. Doesn't wind usually come from one direction?
Just then, the power in the house shut off. If there was one thing that Bethany had a mortal fear, second to Masons, was the dark. She stood in her seat frozen. Please come back on, please come on. Her fear of the dark was extremely irrational. It was just a natural thing for her. Bethany was willing to investigate the unknown, but not in the literal sense.
After a few minutes of sitting in the darkness, Bethany felt an intense shock. Energy suddenly shot up through her entire body. Her entire body was going into violent spasms, until she slouched down, onto the floor. She was in emotional shock. All she could do is move her eyes around frantically.
What is that, what is that, what did that???
And then all of a sudden, a bright source of light shone through all her windows. Light filled up the house, before it dimmed down. Even with the dim light, she could see the crotch of her jeans glisten, cascading down one of her thighs onto the floor. Am I wetting myself? I can't feel anything though, I'm stuck!
A bright purple light suddenly flashed. So far, Bethany felt her heartbeat skyrocket, but the flash made her skip a beat. It was as if somebody flashed a camera, only camera flashes weren't purple.
Am....I'm not alone here, am I? Wh-what.....
She would have screamed if she could even move her mouth. In the kitchen (her kitchen and living room were connect, her desk is in the living room) was a figure. Tall and skinny. What appeared to be the head was unusually large. The figure was eerily standing there.
All Bethany wanted to do was cry. She wasn't as confrontational in real life as she was online. Oh my god, oh god, someones here, they came to assassinate me or something!!!
Another flash of purple light, and the figure seemed to have "teleported" closer to her. And another, and a fourth flash.
Bethany felt that she could make some noise in her throat, but not in her mouth. She was trying her best to scream out "Help", but only managed to let out a weird "hhhhhh" noise, as the only thing that came out her mouth was saliva.
I'm going to die tonight, oh god, please no, I don't deserve to die.....
A final purple flash, and the figure was only a foot or so away from Bethany. She heard a strange noise, like the sound of television static. She felt very cold all of a sudden.
Is....am....is this what death is like? I'm very cold, so am I dead?
And with that, she faded into unconsciousness.
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CHAPTER 2:
For the first time in a while, Bethany could finally sleep well enough. She was dreaming, instead of having another one of her recent nightmares. A soothing dream of her being in the forest, just as when she had been younger. Her love for nature led to her activism against things like nuclear bombs and pollution, which eventually led to what she is today. After all the negativity shes encountered, it was nice to have a good dream. Sadly, just as she passed out, she woke up.
Bethany found herself in a cold room. She was laying down, face up. She could see some sort of lamp that was above her. The light was a deep blue, which made her pale white skin glow. Fluorescent light, I think?
Bethany tried to get up, but found something troubling. She was restrained down to the metallic surface she was on. There were metal cuffs on her wrists, armpits, neck, ankles, above her knees and right below her breasts. They were tight enough to prevent her from even struggling physically. Wha....I-I'm being held down!!
She didn't want to scream, as she wasn't willing to find out what would happen if her captors knew she came back to consciousness. Don't panic....don't panic.... Even if she could scream hysterically like she wanted to, she instead broke into soft sobs and whimpering. She was scared and cold. She tried her best not to imagine what could be in store for her.
She could only turn her head around helplessly, and with limits as her neck was held down as well. She started to note details of the room better. Completely lit up by the blue light, although she could see it was like being inside of a plain cube. The only detailed things were tanks of some sort of fluid lined up on the walls. There were hoses the extended from each tank. The hoses went down to the floor, where Bethany could no longer see.
All of a sudden, an alarm started to blast from somewhere. Bethany jumped in surprise. Then, she heard noise on the side of the table (she assumed) she was on. What she noticed were four robotic arms coming up, and some sort of an orb thing. The orb thing was coming up from above her. It was a large black orb, connected to a thin metal rod.
The orb started to make noise. It was like a voice saying something unintelligible. Bethany assumed it was some sort of way to communicate something to her.
"I...I...d-don't understand! Leave me alone, please! W-what do you want from me, just let me go!!"
The orb stopped making noise. Did it understand me? What was it saying?
A thought then hit Bethany.
A-are these extraterrestrials? Is that why the room looks weird?? Wh...wha-
The robotic arms then started moving. Two of them towards her head, one, reached down the table, and the other hovered over her body.
One of the two hands grabbed her head, as she started to frantically move her head. The other went for her mouth. She realized that, and did her best to shut her mouth, whimpering for mercy along the way. The third hand came back up, and had some sort of odd object. It was like a pacifier. Some sort of plug with a hole in the middle. The robotic arm brought the object close to her mouth. It gave Bethany a bad feeling, and that she should try even more harder to keep her mouth shut. The two robotic hands kept alternating between holding her head still, and opening her mouth by force. She noticed the hand above her formed a fist. It then slammed into Bethany's stomach. She shouted out in pain, and the robotic arm took advantage and stuffed the plug in her mouth.
Now three hands were holding on to her head. Two holding her head still, and the third adjusting the plug in her mouth. Bethany could only managed to sob and try to beg.
"Ahhhh, nahhh, pleath nahhh! Nah dant dath pleath!!! Ah bahhing uh pleath!!!!"
The fourth hand came out with a tube. The same tube that came from the tanks of weird liquid. The hand connected the tube into the mouthplug. Now all Bethany could do is cry out muffled pleads. And just as fast as the tube was adjusted, it started pumping the liquid down Bethany's throat. The taste was surprisingly OK. It was extremely sweet, with a sour taste. Like raspberries, kind of. The flow of sweet fluid didn't stop. She eyes stung with tears. She was helpless, as she had no choice but to swallow as much liquid as was forced into her.
The tube stopped pumping, and she took this moment to start coughing in urgency. The robotic arms let go of her, as the tube was already adjusted onto her pacifier. She kept trying to sound out muffled pleads and cries, until all of a sudden, she felt a sharp sting on her abdomen. A needle was sticking into her abdomen, and was injecting some sort of hot fluid into her bladder area. Bethany cried out in pain. She was panicking, and trying in vain to struggle against the strong restrains. The needle dug out. Bethany started to breathe heavily in relief, now that the stinging stopped. But as soon as the needle was taken out, she felt funny.
Her stomach began to rumble loudly. She felt her body spasm against the restraints. Her felt a cramp tie up her abdomen. Through the pacifier, she made muffled moans and groans.
Without a second to warn her, Bethany suddenly felt her bladder spike out. A few violent spasms brought tears to her eyes. She felt some sort of urgency, and then realized the effects of the strange raspberry liquid.
W-what, what's going on, I need to pee!! |
Yogeeta’s was bursting to pee now. A whole day of teaching had left her exhausted and not to mention her bladder bloated after all that water she had. She shot a look at her wrist watch , it was almost 4:00 .
Even the basic facilities become out of hand , when you run an unfunded NGO and the same was the case with Yogeeta’s organization.
She had taken up the appreciable task of teaching underprivileged kids from one of the most densely populated slum areas of the city and all she had in the name of a class room was an open piece of land. No blackboards, no chairs, no tables ,not even toilets.
For the kids it was an easy thing, who came in batches according to the time slots allotted to them, but for Yogeeta who taught 8 of these one hour long batches from early morning till evening, it had turned into a bit of a problem.
No toilet facilities meant Yogeeta had hold her pee till the time she got back home which was almost an hour long drive away from the place where she taught.
Wearing a pink shirt and a black jeans paired with shoes of the same color she read out loud from the book in her hand. She groaned aloud as a bladder spasm made her inner sphincter relax in an effort to release her pee, leaving only the outer sphincter to staunch the flow.
Yogeeta was shy to admit it to herself that she had a very close call the other day as she barely made it home to use the toilet just in time. All the way home she had feared of wetting her pants and soaking the car seat but had somehow managed to keep herself dry.
But today it seemed as if she wouldn’t be able to make it. There were still two batches of students to teach which meant she had a lot of time before she could rush home.
Yogeeta wasn’t sure if she’d be able to hold it that long.
“Kids we will end the class early today, tell your friends that I had important work to do, so I had to leave” Yogeeta announced to the class.
“Can’t you stay for a while longer?” a little girl asked.
“No, I can’t, I am sorry” Yogeeta replied with a smile, wiggling her legs for the whole class to see.
“Please miss” the kids pleaded.
“Okay fine, but not for too long” she said.
She contemplated of asking the kids if anyone of them could let her use the toilets at their home but put off the idea as it would have just shown how desperate to pee she was.
“I had so much to drink”, she thought to herself. She should have thought before chugging down an entire two liter bottle of water but now ,there was nothing she could do about it.
Reading from her book as the class listened to her, Yogeeta felt way too distracted to think of anything other than her bursting bladder.
A part of her mind wanted to get inside the car and drive like a maniac until she reached home so she could release her impending flood but she just could not abandon her students like that. Just then she felt a spurt of pee escape into her panties. She bent forward, crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together. It stopped, but even the slightest jolt would make her start wetting herself again.
"Oh no," she whimpered, her face so hot that it must be crimson.
“What happenened miss?”, her student, Swati asked.
“Class I’m sorry I’ve leave now ”Yogeeta gasped as she rushed to pick up her bag.
“Why are you leaving miss, please stay…” a kid ranted.
“I can’t honey, I have to get home”, she responded, scissoring her legs violently she so she could keep her pee in.
“Please don’t go ma’am” the kids echoed.
“No everybody go home class dismissed” she yelled in panic and agony.
They stood up to leave, Yogeeta too started to take baby steps towards her car, with her thighs pressed together.
“…but miss I wrote a poem for you” Sonu, a small boy said.
“…look Sonu I really can’t wait, some other time alright?” she replied .
“…ma’am but I wrote it for you” he said, holding a sheet of paper in his hand.
Yogeeta couldn’t deny his cute, innocent eyes which pleaded his teacher for a little attention.
She was frantic to pee almost about to have an accident, this was her only chance of finding a bush to squat behind and pee before it was too late. She had to leave. RIGHT NOW!
“Okay, but please hurry” she stated. By this time all the other kids had left and it was only her and Sonu left behind. She could have left then itself but,Yogeeta didn’t want to hurt a little kid, and anyway she was the one who had taught them to appreciate other’s work and she just couldn’t back out when it was her turn to do so.
As he looked down to read from his paper, Yogeeta gave her crotch a squeeze before Sonu could notice.
Why was he coming her way when she was going out of her mind wanting to take a massive piss?!
As Sonu finished the first three lines of his poem, Yogeeta let out another big jet of pee into her jeans this time leaving wet patch on her crotch.
“Oh no” she gasped in horror as she grabbed her crotch tighter and crossed her legs with all her might, pee dancing on the spot. She placed her handbag in front of the wet patch just to cover it up.
Then it happened, her tired sphincter gave way and she started wetting her pants uncontrollably in front of her student who didn’t even realize it at first. She struggled with every ounce of her strength to plug the outburst, but it was no good; her muscles were too tired to keep all that pee in any longer.Yogeeta could now feel her warm pee traveling down her inner thighs.
She looked down and saw the wet patch increase rapidly, ,spreading down towards her trembling knees. She could also feel the wetness spreading across her butt. She had fought so hard and lost. The warmth flooded her jeans and the denim turned dark as her pee flooded down her legs. Her shoes were drenched, as she went on peeing and peeing and peeing.
By the time she was done , Yogeeta was standing in a huge puddle of her own pee, listening to Sonu read his poem.
Yogeeta had now emptied her bladder and she was thoroughly enjoying the relief of releasing so much liquid.
Her only concern now was, what would she say to Sonu when he finally takes a look at her?
As Sonu concluded his poem, Yogeeta softly clapped for him. She was so embarrassed by what she had just done but was trying to hide it under a more jovial mask.
“That was wonderful Sonu, I really think you can write some amazing poems” she blabbed, all she wanted to do was get out of there.
Sonu was mortified to see that Yogeeta had soaked her jeans from crotch to ankles.
“Miss you wet your pants..” he said, feeling shell shocked.He had always thought that wetting your pants was what something little kids did, but thinking of his teacher lose control and pee herself was something he could not decipher.
“Oh no Sonu , that’s just sweat , it’s very normal, I usually sweat a lot” she said, trying to make a fool out of him but she knew that a 6 year old would clearly know that she was lying.
She didn’t want Sonu to make a deal out of it and tell his friends about how their teacher wet herself.
“Sonu if you promise me that you won’t tell it to anyone, then I’d get you a big chocolate tomorrow” Yogeeta said, bending down to hold him by his shoulder, “Promise me you won’t tell anyone that I sweat my pants” she said with a smile, hoping he would buy it.
“Okay”, he replied meekly.
“Now go home and don’t tell anyone what happened…” Yogeeta said again, as she climbed into her car and waved off to Sonu, “…that’s just sweat , don’t worry” she said, her pitch louder, as she finally drove off.
They both went their ways only to never meet again. |
Sorry, couldn't think of anything better for a name : / This story started as an RP I did with someone actually on the game, but one day they stopped all RP and were done with it, so I modified it slightly and continued writing the story. I'm not the best writer out there, but hopefully it will entertain. This is the first time I ever made a fanfic public so I am feeling awkward. Also this chapter is meant to establish characters, so there is not much omo in it, the fun stuff starts next chapter (Sorry).
The following story contains...
A story that doesn't revolve around only wetting (Still a huge part though)
Yuri/Lesbians (Mild, no hardcore sex scenes, but hugging, kissing, etc.)
Almost exclusively diaper wetting (Though there is plenty of wet pants via leaks).
Demonic Corruption (My partner was in to it, and it became a major part).
No messing or even a mention of it (Sorry for those in to it).
If you are cool with that, then you may like it!
Warcraft terms will be at the bottom for those who are not familiar.
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Prologue
Our story begins with a Night Elf woman who calls herself Laura. Laura was tall by human standards, although she was merely average height for a Night Elf, her skin was a mild shade of purple, and she had long green hair. Laura was a warrior at heart, when she reached adulthood she joined the Sentinels, but it wasn't enough for her, she longed for action, something that didn't happen too often merely guarding things in the woods. That changed when the Third War found it's way to her peoples' home. Laura fought in and survived the war and finally got the experience she wanted. After the war things died down considerably, something she was not fond of, she didn't want to return to guardian and protecting the same place all the time, but she had to... for now. Several years later Laura was discharged from the Sentinels for failing to perform her job adequetly, while it was a little sad, she was excited that she would finally be able to persue her dreams as a warrior. Her people had joined the Alliance, something very contraversial for the Night Elf people, but Laura didn't mind as it opened up new possibilities. While many Night Elves stayed to themselves, some had gone to the Eastern Kingdoms, home of the Alliance, and started working there, she figured that would be a good idea for herself. She went to the town of Auberdine, a Night Elf port which was open to Alliance ships which came occasionally. She waited for the first ship she could and borded it to start her adventure in to, what was for her, the unknown.
Chapter 1
Laura had taken a boat from the Night Elf town of Auberdine to Menithil Harbor in the Wetlands of the Eastern Kingdoms. Menethil Harbor was a decent size Alliance port, and saw a lot of people coming and going daily. Laura arrived at the town and survayed the town and said to herself "So busy... the towns back home aren't like this." before proceeding to search for a place she might find info about this new world. Laura casually looked around when she heard shouting and banging, it was obvious a fight had broken out. Laura became a little excited, she had been here only twenty or so minutes and there was already some action. Laura ran to a tavern, which is where the sound was coming from, to find two men in a bar fight over who knows what. One of the men was average size for a human with short brown hair, the other had slightly long black hair and was slightly larger. "Looks like fun!" Laura thought to herself before she proceeded to walk up to the fight to get a closer look. Eventually the brown haired man, despite his smaller size, managed to beat the black haired man to unconciousness. Laura looked intensely at the man who turned around and noticed. "Got a problem Elf bitch?" he asked. Laura, not easily offended responded "Not at all, I was just thinking about how much of a challenge you might be." The man got an annoyed look "Are you challenging me?" Laura said "Sure why not?" in response. The man responded "I don't hit women, plus you couldn't beat me anyway." Laura now disappointed responded "So you don't hit women, yet you are perfectly fine with calling me a bitch?" The man now annoyed suddenly spinned around and punched Laura in the face while saying "I guess I can make an exception for your kind!". Laura wasn't very phased by it and jumped back up and and punched him back. The man said "Alright let's do this!... But you need to take your armor off, it's no fair!" Laura smiled a wicked smile and said "I suppose you are right" as she began taking her armor off. Laura didn't wear much under her armor as she rarely took it off, just a very small top and small shorts, here belly, legs, arms, hands, and feet completely exposed. The man grinned before throwing another punch. Laura blocked his punch with her had and began twisting his hand. "AAAAAAAH!!!" the man yelled. Laura felt the man kick her lower leg, which while it didn't hurt too much, caused her to flinch giving him a chance to get his hand free.Now infuriated, the man lept on her knocking her down. Laura easily grabbed him with her legs and flipped him over her reversing their posistion. Laura spoke up "I could beat you pretty hard now?.. but perhaps you don't want that?" The man now a little scared replied "All right! You win!" in a embarresed voice. Laura let him go and the people in the tavern laughed at both of them, she figured the resident tough guy losing to a woman was probably his reason, but why her?" Laura noticed that people were pointing at her lower region and noticed her shorts were wet. She looked back up at the crowd and responded "Well this will be an interesting story to tell hmm?" as she gathered her things and stepped outside.
Despite not being too embarresed, Laura was quite annoyed with herself "ARG why? Really?" she said as she was putting her gear on behind a building. She took off her shorts leaving only her wet panties and started putting her armor back on. Laura finished putting on her gear when she heard a voice utter "Hello sister". Laura quickly took out her moonglaive and responded "Come out". A female Night Elf with blue hair dressed in black leather came out of the shadows, obviously some kind of rogue or spy or such. After pausing for a moment, Laura spoke up "I didn't expect to see another Night Elf here... what do you want?" The rogue smiled and responded "I was as surprised as you were about seeing another Night Elf, you *did* attract quite a bit of attention as well... in more ways then one." "What's that supposed to mean?" Laura asked. The rogue giggled and said "You wet yourself!" Laura shook her head "I get in to a fist fight and *that* is what stands out to you?" The rogue smiled again before saying "Sorry, but that's what did!" Laura stretched before getting ready to walk "Well have a nice day, I'm off." The rogue ran up and started walking next to Laura "Where are you going?" she asked. Laura while walking responded "I'm not sure, I figured I would start by exploring this land." The rogue put her hand on Laura's shoulder and stopped walking "What? You don't even know where you are going!?" she asked. Laura nodded in confirmation. The rogue continued talking "Tell you what, travel with me a bit, I'll help you out!" Laura thought for a moment and replied "No thank you, I'll be fine on my own." The rogue's cheerful tone became more serious "Listen, I actually need help... I'm actually on a mission and I found out I can't do it alone effectively, that's why I went to Menethil Harbor, to see if there was anyone with some strength who could help me out." Laura looked at the rogue and said "Go on". The rogue continued "I need someone capable of intense melee combat, something I am mediocre at." Laura, now slightly eager responded "Combat huh? I'm a bit interested, what kind?" The rogue responded "Well the mission is kind of a secret one, so I can't say much, but I can say however, that what might require melee combat, is strange and powerful creatures." Laura without putting much thought agreed to the rogue's request. The rogue smiled and said "Really? Nice!" Both of them started walking again when Laura asked "What's your name?" The rogue now a little more open said "Well I'm not supposed to give out much info, but since we are working together now, I guess I can. My name is Serendia, but everyone calls me Sera, it's similar to my real name, but very human sounding, which is useful here." Laura responded "Well Sera, my name is Laura." Sera now in a curious tone asked Laura "Laura? That doesn't sound Elven at all." Laura responded "Well it's not my birth name, but it's my name now. I left my old name behind and picked this one for the same reason you did... I would also prefer if you don't try to get in to my past." Sera smiled "I understand, I won't." she said. Sera continued "Let's get moving! We have quite the walk ahead of us!" And with that, the two women began their journey together.
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Sentinels - Night Elves main military force.
Third War - Basically WW3 for Warcraft.
The Alliance - A typical fantasy faction, castles/knights/etc. has humans/dwarves/etc.
Auberdine - Large Night Elf port.
Menithil Harbor - Large Alliance port.
Kalimdor - Large continent to the west.
Eastern Kingdoms - Large continent to the east.
Wetlands - A marsh-like area around a river delta. |
And part 2 as promised...
Chapter 2
Laura and Sera had traveled for about a day. Sera spoke up as they walked "So Laura, what are you doing here exactly?" Laura responded "I actually have, shall I say "left" the Sentinels and started a quest to learn and discover an many types of combat related things, fighting styles, weapons, armor, etc. as I can, kind of odd I know, but I feel compelled to do it." Sera who was eyeing Laura responded "Oh... well... umm... what happened? I mean, you implied you were kicked out." Laura took a deep breath "I don't feel like getting too in to it, but I will leave it at, I wasn't what they wanted me to be." she replied. Sera responded "Oh well I got another question also." Laura responded in a mildly annoyed voice "What is it?" Sera got closer to Laura and whispered "Do accidents happen often for you?" Laura ceased walking and looked at Sera "You sure waste no time in asking more personal questions... however, it doesn't bother me, and yes it has happened on some occasions." Sera giggled "Really!? May I ask why?" Laura sighed and began walking again as she responded to Sera "Well, when you fight quite often, it's bound to happen eventually." Sera smiled and said "I know just what you mean!" Laura looked back at Sera before saying "Oh? And how so? You don't seem like the type for intense combat." Sera responded "Well, in my job sometimes I am required to, I guess you could say, wait in the shadows... Sometimes it's for a very long time, and I can't give away my posistion or anything like that, so you can take a guess about the results!" Laura looked towards Sera's lower region "I see... but what about if you, you know, leak? Wouldn't that risk giving you away?" Sera grinned before replying "I am glad you asked me that!" Laura got a look of confusion on her face before Sera finished what she was saying "This isn't something many people do, but I thought of it and it works well for me..." Laura responded "Hmm... I can guess of something, but I don't think that could be it."
Sera looked around for any people who might be traveling the same road they were. "Alright then... I'll show you!" Sera said as she pulled her pants about an inch or so on one side down revealing a puffy looking diaper. Laura eyed it for a moment before responding "Wow, it is, I figured it was something along those lines... but why tell me so openly? We just met, and it seems like kind of a private thing." Sera having just pulled her pants back up responded "Well, it's been some time since I have seen a fellow Night Elven woman, and even though I barely know you, seeing a fellow sister in these lands has really made me feel better... it's a bit desperate I know, but I have been lonely, and when I saw your accident, I just felt like you were someone I could talk to..." Laura, after thinking for some time, responded to Sera "I see, well I am glad you feel that way, I haven't known you long either obviously, but I like you, and I will admit it's nice to have someone here to talk to... I expected to be alone after coming here." Sera jumped over and hugged Laura "That makes me happy to hear you say that!" Laura after letting Sera hug her for a few seconds responded "Well this is getting akward..." Laura said attempting to change the subject from Sera's intense affection to her "So... how is wearing a diaper?" Sera smiled "Lovely, I wear them all the time now, even when I am not running missions!... but why don't you find out for yourself?" she said to Laura. Laura paused and thought a moment "Hmm... sure why not? If I am traveling with you and it's something you do, I might as well embrace it, plus it might be useful." she responded. Sera immediately whiped out her bag and pulled out a new diaper "Here, we are pretty much the same size, so this should fit." she said.
Laura undressed behind a nearby tree and proceeded to put the diaper on. "Hmm... feels odd, but nice overall." Laura said as she walked out from behind the tree. Sera giggled "You will get used to it, and hopefully even enjoy it eventually!" The two women continued walking "So, what exactly are you doing Sera?" Laura asked. "I am on a mission, although I can't really say much about it." Sera responded. Laura continued talking "Really? Why are you taking me with you then? I mean I know you want someone who can fight, but come on!" Sera responded "Well I need someone to talk to, and it might be a little rude since we just met and all, but I was thinking you could protect me should a fight break out, also... the mission could last for quite some time, maybe even a year." Laura paused before responding "You want me to stay with you for an entire year!?" Sera frowned before saying "I would like it... but I can understand if you don't." Laura giggled before responding "Well... I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'll do it!... under several conditions." Sera who was now somewhat happier asked "What would those be?" Laura responded "First up, you will tell me about your mission. Second, you will allow me to train or such, even though it may draw attention... and finally... if I start to enjoy wearing a diaper like you claim I will, I want you to provide me with them." Sera smiled and responded "Fair enough, I'll tell you about my mission in the morning, and for your second condition, I just ask to at least try to be descrete, and for your third, I will gladly!"
The women continued walking for some time, casually talking about things back in their home. Sera giggled and whisped in Laura's ear "So have you used it yet?" Laura paused "Well no... why are you so eager to know anyway?" Sera calmed down a little "Well, I am really curious what you would experience, and I would like talking to you about it!" Laura with a stern expression said "Let me get this right... you want to talk about how I piss myself? That's a bit odd to say the least." Sera with a disappointed voice responded "Well it sounds kind of awful when you put it that way... but yes, I would." Laura sighed "Well, I *do* have to go" she said to Sera. Sera smiled and said "Yay!" Laura paused for a moment before responding "I will go shortly... but first tell me why you adore me so much, and why you are so happy about diapers, I can speculate, but I want to hear it from you!" Sera noded and spoke in a sightly akward voice "Well, I'm attracted to females... the men were asleep soooo long, and I was around almost exclusively women that entire time, I guess I kind of became well... a lesbian, during all those years." Laura comforted Sera before saying "It's alright, it was indeed a long time, I myself had thoughts like that now and then." Sera smiled and said "That makes me feel better, but... were you ever willing to explore those thoughts?" Laura smiled and responded "Well, they never amounted to much, but who knows... maybe it could." Sera smiled before hugging Laura. Now a little amused by the whole thing, Laura spoke up again "And what about the diapers?" Sera quietly responded "I like them, a lot, I mean more then for convienance, I love the sense of security, the way they feel, they also turn me on a little... I know I'm kind of a freak for liking it, but I can't help..." Sera was interrupted by a hissing noise accompanied by Laura with a huge grin on. Sera smiled at the grinning Laura and didn't say a word letting her finish. Laura finally did just that and uttered "ahhhh... that felt quite nice, although, it's the first time I ever intentionally did it while wearing something." Sera giggled and said "Did you like it?" Laura paused and though a moment "Hmm... actually yes, it was kind of fun I guess." Sera now quite joyful about her friend responded "Yes!"
Laura yawned before saying "I'm tired, we should get some rest."Sera said "Alright, but... what are you doing!?" Laura who took the diaper off and was getting under a blanket responded "What is it?" Sera now grinning responded "No no no, if you are with me, you are NOT going to bed like that!". Laura just stared at Sera who was now pulling a new diaper out of her bag. Sera took the diaper out and said "THIS is what you will be wearing!" Laura smiled "Alright Sera, give it here." she said. Sera frowned a bit and said "Actually, I was wondering if maybe I could diaper you..." Laura paused for a moment and then smiled "I suppose Sera, if that will make you happy, I have no problem with it." Laura laid down putting her legs up as Sera got the new Diaper ready to put on. Laura spoke up "Is this okay Sera?" Sera who was smiling after seeing Laura's nether region responded "Yes that is quite okay!" Sera finished changing Laura's diaper before saying akwardly "Do you think you sould change me to? I did pee a few times today and it's quite soaked..." Laura smiled "It's only fair, get over here!" Sera pulled down her tight leather pants exposing her extremely soaked diaper. Laura looked at it "Wow! You were not kidding... it's so full it actually looks yellow!" she said while poking it. Sera smiled and responded as Laura was changing her "Well, I went twice, normally if I am going to be doing activities that require a lot of movement, I change when I get the chance after one wetting, but today I was so busy talking to you I decided to not bother." Laura just finished changing her in to a fresh diaper before replying "Uh, kind of an odd question, but you have me curious, what's the most amount of times you used one before changing?" Sera giggled and responded "Five!" Laura with a look of shock responded "Five!?" Sera giggling continued "Yeah, it was during a day I didn't need to do anything or go anywhere." Sera's giggling calmed down a bit as she continued to tell the story "Yeah I had set up camp the night before, in the morning when I woke up, I wet myself before getting out from under my blanket, it felt so nice... the second time was a little later, I was standing up looking to see if the messenger had come yet, as that was what I was waiting for, but they hadn't, so I just pissed myself again because I didn't want to get caught changing myself, and I figured the diaper could easily hold another wetting." Laura quite in to the story said "Go on!" Sera smiled and said "After that I kind of figured they were not coming, so I just sat down since I couldn't leave camp until I had gotten the message, so I had to go again when I was sitting, so I just went. After that it was really full and couldn't hold anything else, but I was feeling really lazy for some reason that day and figured I was outside so there was no trouble if there was any leaking. Later that afternoon, I went a fourth time, of course this time almost all of it leaked out, I was sitting in a puddle of my own piss, yet I still didn't feel like changing myself. Finally night had come, and I was getting ready for bed, and I had to go, so I stood up, and standing there I just started wetting, all of it leaked out of the diaper and dribbled down my legs, it felt so nice! I actually considered wearing it to sleep, but I decided I better not, so I changed in to a new one and went to bed. The next day I got the message and continued like nothing happened." Laura now kind of excited said "Oh that was great! Maybe you should do it again sometime!" Sera yawned "Maybe sometime... good night Laura!" Laura smiled and responded "Good night Sera!". |
Sera and Laura had traveled together for about two weeks after their first day together, they had become extremely close friends with each other within that time. Eventually they finally reached Sera's target, the city of Dalaran, more specifically it's dungeon. Dalaran's dungeons housed many awful creatures and their security was top notch thanks to the arcane magic employed there. However, Sera had a plan...
Sera survayed the surrounding area around Dalaran noticing that there wasn't anything to be cautious of. Sera spoke up and said "Dalaran is friendly with the Alliance, so we can probably get in to at least the city without any trouble." Sera and Laura walkind in to Dalaran and Laura looked around at the magical aura's everywhere and said "I don't like it here, there is too much magical energy for my taste." Sera responded "Shhh stay quiet, we don't want to attract extra attention... we already have enough just being Night Elves here." Laura whispered to Sera "Where are the dungeons?" Sera whispering back replied "I'm not completely sure, but I know the enterance is on the southeast area of the city." The two Elves walked around a bit and eventually reached an area that appeared to be one of the dungeon's enterances. Sera whispered to Laura "I think that's it." she said as she started walking towards it. Laura looked around and noticed there were no guards "There aren't any guards around Sera. she said. Sera looking around the door said "Not a huge surprise, most of this stuff is locked up with magic." Laura with a depressed voice said "How are we going to get in then?" Sera responded with a smile and said "Like this!" as she undid the lock keeping the door shut. Laura looked a little puzzled asked "So this door wasn't magical? Just a normal door?" Sera walking in now responded "Nope, after I looked at it I noticed it was normal, so I picked it... I imagine the cell doors are not like that though, now come on Laura!" Laura followed Sera in to the dungeons.
Both the Elven women entered the dungeons and took in the dark and murky atmosphere of the place. Laura whispered to Sera "Want to make a bet?" Sera in an interested tone responded "Now? We are kind of on a mission Laura." Laura continued whispering "It won't be out of the way or anything, and it involved the diapers we are wearing!" Sera now feeling excited responded "Well then, what is it?" as she started moving forward. Laura now following continued whispering "This place is unnerving, plus unless you haven't told me, something you haven't done before, niether of us have peed since we woke up. So I propose, that the first one to wet herself is the loser, and as punishment, she will need to go without a diaper for a day!" Sera grinned "Fair enough, I agree, but we need to get back on track." The two women traveled down the halls a bit looking at all of the awful things locked up in arcane cages. After some time they reached a cell block housing smaller creatures and humanoids. Sera spoke up "This is the place, they should be around here somewhere!". Laura slowly followed Sera looking at all the sealed cages and vaults "Who or what is it you need from here?". Sera now inspecting the various cells responded "My orders were to locate and break out a specific prisoner". Laura looked at Sera for a moment before asking with a nervous voice "What exactly has this prisoner done?" Sera who was still searching the cells responded "Well, she was extremely skilled, but reckless with magic, to the point where people around her were getting harmed... and even dying". Laura listening so Sera's story stumbled to an open cell door "Sera, I found an open cell!". "Shhhh quiet Laura... but, that is odd, these dungeons are pretty good at keeping things locked up, I wonder what it is".
Sera, now finally reaching the room in question, walked up to one of the crates "Well, want to take a look?" she said as she started opening one before even waiting for Laura's response. "Are you sure this is ok?" Laura asked with an uneasy tone. "I wouldn't worry about it, I'm sure my superiors wouldn't mind some artifacts from..." Sera said before pausing. "What is it Sera?" Laura walked over trying to get a better look". Sera slowely held up a vial "It's water..." she said with a somewhat annoyed look on her face. Laura eyed the vial "I don't know why they would keep water here, perhaps it's a rare type of magical water?". "They would probably keep something like that in their arcane vaults, not in the dungeon, my guess would be it's for the prisoners and just never made it to them" Sera said as she took the five vials out from the small crate and put them in her bag. Laura watched Sera put the water in her bag "I don't know... I have a feeling...". Sera looked at Laura and grinned "Is your diaper dry?". Laura with a mildly annoyed look responded "Yes, it is... why?". Sera looked back at Laura losing her sly grin before saying "How about we change the deal a bit?" Laura sighed and responded "What is it Sera?" Sera grinned "How about instead of the loser going a day without a diaper, the winner will decide what we do with these, we obviously have differing opinions on what to do." Laura thought for a moment before replying "I can't believe we are basing a decesion like this on one of us wetting ourselves, but why not?" Sera smiled before saying "Alright then! Let's move on."
Sera continued down the hall looking as cell occupants "We should finish our mission, we need to find that mage..." Laura interrupted "Sera, back here! I don't know if it's what we are looking for, but it's a darkened cell, could she be there?" Sera quickly came back to Laura "Hmm, I don't think so, but the device I was given to open these cells has enough power to open three or four cells, we can check I guess, it would save time if she is in here" she said as she took out the device she was given to open Dalaran prison cells. "You didn't tell me you had something like that." Laura said as Sera was activating the device. Sera responded "You never asked... it was given to me for this mission." as she finished opening the dark cell. Sera continued "Laura, these cells have many creatures and experements in them, we should be ready for anything" Sera said as she began opening the cell. Laura, now ready for battle with her sword in one hand and shield in the other, waited for Sera to open the cell. Sera opened the cell "EEEEEK!!!" she screamed as an unnaturally large spider lunged towards her. Laura quickly jumped in the way blocking it's leap with her shield "I got this Sera!". Laura chopped the spider's legs off and proceeded to stab it's head, the creature screamed, most certainly in pain, and keeled over dead. "Are you alright Sera?" Laura asked in a worried tone. "I'm fine, I'm sorry I couldn't help I was so scared... I'm normally fine with this sort of stuff, but I have a fear of spiders." Sera said to Laura before glimpsing down at her crotch "And I think you won the bet...". Laura worried about her friend yet at the same time a little happy to see she won the contest responded "It's alright Sera... I was hoping it would happen soon." Sera hugged Laura "I didn't even feel anything I was so scared..." Sera paused and heard a faint hissing noise, she stepped back and saw Laura with a sly grin on her face. Laura eventually let out a sigh of relief "ahhhh..." Sera smiled before saying "How was it?" Laura smiled back at Sera "It was nice... soooo nice..." she said as she patted her full diaper "However I think we should back to our mission Sera!". Sera noded in agreement before getting up and leading the way, patting her full diaper in the process.
Upon walking deeper in the dungeons, Sera took out one of the vials and held it up and inspected it's crystal clear water "Well Laura... what did you want to do with these?" Sera said with a mildly disappointed voice. "You are really bent on keeping those... why? If it's only water, why is it so important?" Laura replied with an inquisitive voice. Sera turned to Laura "I don't know, I have a feeling they are more, and I just don't want to leave them." Laura walked over to Sera and placed her hand on her shoulder "Very well, I choose to let you hold on to them... but please be careful Sera". Sera noded and placed the vial of water back in her bag before saying "Well... let's find the prisoner Laura."
About ten minutes later, the two Elves found the cell holding the prisoner. Sera looked in it at a Blood Elf woman "Bloodmage Fiora?" she asked. The Blood Elf woman looked up with a quite angry look on her face "Yeah? What do you want?" she responded. Sera began to read a note her superiors had given her "Bloodmage Fiora, imprissoned for reckless use of magic resulting in the deaths of two Kirin Tor", "And I hurt others and disobayed my superiors, and my magic use resulted in various damage to people and property, I know it all, why are you here?" Fiora interrupted. Sera paused and responded "I'll skip the boring stuff and get to the point. There are certain people in Stormwind who believe you could be a valuable asset, and should you agree to help them in various tasks, research, training, etc. you shall be rewarded with your freedom from this place, a place to live, and anything you require within reason..." Fiora stood up and walked next to the magical field keeping her locked in "So, being locked up in one place, to being restricted and used in another?" she said. "Well, the choice is yours but we can't stay here very long" Sera replied. "They killed experiment 72B" A voice said from the direction Sera and Laura came from "Sera, I hear guards coming, we need to go... now" Laura said in a panic. About five seconds later Fiora responded "Fine I'm coming... if you are here I assume you have a way to open this cell?". Sera, taking out her device, responded "Yes... I do" as she opened the cell. Fiora stepped out, and took a deep breath "Well then, are you two going to lead the way out?" Laura looked as Sera and noded "Follow me!" Sera said.
The three women ran for a bit before being cut off by a group of Kirin Tor guards. "Halt!" the lead guard yelled as the rest surrounded them. "I'll use a knock out poison on them!" Sera said to her compainions, however, before Sera could even get her daggers ready all the Kirin Tor guards burst in to flame and incinerated. "Killing them is quicker, let's go" Fiora said. Laura and Sera paused and glanced at each other, knowing just what the other was thinking about Fiora's actions. Sera regained her composure and ran towards the exit "We are almost there, there is a sewer exit this way!" Sera said to the others. All three finally reached the exit and escaped towards the wooded area around the foothills. |
The three women eventually reached a cave in the woods of the foothills of Alterac Mountain, a region known as Hillsbrad. The sun was just starting to come up "Let's get some sleep Laura said to the other two. "I agree" Sera responded. Fiora with a somewhat disgruntled look replied "I don't sleep during the day". "Very well stay up, but we are traveling at night" Sera responded. Fiora laughed a wicked laugh "Your just going to let me, a convict who doesn't even want to go to your city, stay up while you sleep?". Laura turned to Sera and noded. "Fiora" Sera said "Your magic is inhibited by a anklet I put on you after our escape". Fiora with a now angry look pulled up her robe "What!? What the hell!?". "My employer forsaw this and gave that to me to put on you after we escaped, so now that you have no magic, if you try to run both me and Laura will be able to track you no problem at all" Sera in a smug voice said to Fiora.
"Fine!" Fiora shouted as she let herself drop to the ground and began to lay down. Sera looked at Laura "When do you think we could, you know, change?". "Do you have a sleep poison?" Laura replied with a grin. "Yes I do, but I don't normally do it for something like *this*" Sera replied. Laura paused a moment and looked at the laying down, yet obviously still awake Fiora and whispered "Just give it to her... I am not sure I want to be in a wet diaper this long...". Sera noded before taking out a vial of her sleeping poison. Sera walked closer to Fiora when Fiora suddenly said "I take it that's some sort of sleeping or knock out poison?" Sera looked at Laura briefly before turning to Fiora and responding "Yes it is, how did you guess?". Fiora sat up and looked at Sera "You two were whispering over there and you start slowly walking over with a vial filled with something. You, being a rogue, generally means that something is poison and seeing as your superiors want me alive, it can't be anything lethal" Sera paused for a moment before saying "Yes that's right, care to save me trouble and drink it?". "Yes, give me that, I don't have much choice..." Fiora responded as she grabbed the vial and drank the poison.
"Have fun you two!" Fiora said as she started dozing off. "What do you think she meant by that?" Laura said to Sera. "She must know something is going on, but I don't think she knows what..." Sera replied. Laura looked over at the sleeping Fiora "Well enough about her... you ready to change me?" Sera looked at Laura with an inquisitive look "Feeling in a good mood today? You usually want to change me first". Laura, who had already took her pants off and layed down, looked at Sera and grined before saying "Is it a problem?". Sera who was taking clean diapers out of her bag responded "Oh no, I suppose not...". Sera, slipped off Laura's soaked diaper and cast it aside. She proceeded to take out some powder and powdered Laura's bottom. "Oh Sera..." Laura remarked with a giggly smile. Sera opened up the new clean diaper and put it over Laura's bottom and taped it up "All done Laura!". Laura stood up and squirmed around in the new crinckling diaper "So nice..." she said quietly. Sera pulled her pants down almost immediatly after and said to Laura "My turn now!". "Of course of course, don't get worked up" Laura replied. Laura began changing Sera's diaper, during which Sera kept giggling. "Well you sure are enjoying yourself." Laura responded as she finished taping up Sera's new diaper. "Oooh so nice!" Sera said in a giggly voice. Laura yawned "I suppose we should get some sleep...". Sera noded in agreement and layed down a few feet from Selphina. Only a few moments later Sera said to Laura "Umm Laura I need to ask something..." Laura with a somewhat sleepy tone asked "What is it Sera?" Sera now trembling asked "Can... can I... can I sleep with you?" Laura now a little shocked calmly responded "Well... why not? It might be fun." Sera moved next to Laura and cuddled with her "Thank you..." she said before dozing off.
Upon waking up, Sera noticed Fiora awakend playing with a nearby rock. "You make a pretty lousy jailor Night Elf" Fiora said with a smug voice. Laura now waking up as well looked at Fiora and replied "Well, why did you not run then?". "There was no reason to, plus seeing you two together was so cute hah!" Fiora replied. The three women all remained silent for a brief period before Sera spoke up "I suppose we should get some water... my flask is empty." Laura agreed and replied "There is a river to the east, or we can go Southshore, that's what's on the map anyway." Sera thoughts for only a moment and said "Nah, Southshore is still really close to Dalaran, we need to stay hidden until we at the very least get through Arathi." Laura noded in agreement. Fiora spoke up "I haven't had anything to drink in almost two days now, what about the water in your bag?" Laura and Sera looked at each other for a second before Sera replied with "How did you know about that?" Fiora responded "I could sense it, I am actually quite skilled in hydromancy." Sera pulled one out and held it up and responded "We found these in the dungeon... we don't know if it is just water for the prisoners, or something special." Fiora inspected it as Sera held it before saying "That's what we got our water in, the reason it is held is special vials is because they need to survive being put through the arcane barrier of each cell." Sera cautiously continued looking at it "Why was it in a cell?" she asked Fiora. "My best guess is that some of the jailors didn't bother passign a few out, they were not the most... hospitable... bunch." Fiora responded. Sera opened the vial and smelled it "Well it doesn't smell like anything." Fiora interrupted Sera "Because it's water, and I would prefer it sooner rather then later, I'm parched." Laura eventually chimed in "Sera, I doubt she would poison herself, and I don't see how it could help her escape." Sera now with Laura's thoughts on the matter said "Alright Fiora, I'll give you one, but I am also drinking one." Fiora looked at Sera with a somewhat annoyed look "Why? Do you think something is going to happen? Do you think I will sprout wings and fly away or something like that?" Sera calmly responded "I am not sure, but I have a feeling this is more then water and I have a feeling you know what it is." Fiora laughed and said "Ha! you are two paranoid, but if you insist, bottoms up!" Both Fiora and Sera drank the water as Laura watched. Sera noticed Laura watching and asked "Want one?" Laura a little hesitent at first eventually replied "Alright, I'll drink it to." Sera proceeded to pull one out and give it to Laura who drank it. "Let's get out of here, I don't think it's wise to stay in this region" Fiora said to the other two. The three ran onward as Laura whispered to Sera "Who does she think she is giving orders now?" Sera responded "Forget about it, she still can't do much, and we need to go here anyway."
Sera, Laura, and Fiora had finally reached Thoradin's Wall, a wall seperating the Hillsbrad Foothills from the Arathi Highlands built ages past to keep Arathor's enemies out. "Well I think we are far enough away from the Kirin Tor now" Fiora said. "Indeed, but there is other things to worry about... a group of criminals called "The Syndicate" hang out at this region, not to mention the Horde has influence here as well" Sera replied to Fiora. Laura spoke up soon after "And I would avoid the Alliance as well, in case the Kirin Tor sent word to nearby areas". Fiora looked at Laura and Sera and quite bluntly asked "Why do you two wear diapers?". Both of the Night Elven women blushed and looked at each other then back at Fiora "And why would you think that?" Laura asked. "I know, not think, and it's because I can hear them, see how you walk, you two wanted intamate alone time despite not making out, and neither of you has stopped to pee since you broke me out of prison" Fiora responded in a very assertive voice. Sera after pausing for a moment replied "So what if we are? You have some sort of issue with that?" Fiora paused for a moment "I have no problem whatsoever, I just thought it was amusing" she replied with a grin. "Amusing huh?" Laura said with an annoyed voice. Sera put her hand on Laura's shoulder "Don't get too worked Laura, she's just trying to stir up trouble." After Laura quieted down a bit Fiora continued "Yes amusing, I ask again however, why do you wear them?". Sera responded "Because we have issues!" while Selphina simaltaniously replied "Because they are conveinant!" Fiora looked at the two Night Elves who gave seperate responses and grinned "I see" she responded. Sera and Laura both blushed and in an embarresed voice Laura said to Fiora "Fine, we wear them because we enjoy it, we have fun with it, is that a problem for you? If it is, then too bad." Fiora smiled and responded while laughing a little "It doesn't bother me, I just think it's funny that two grown women, Night Elves of all races, are in to diapers." Sera spoke up in an annoyed voice "Well we are not normal Night Elves I guess." Fiora now calming down a bit responded "Heh, I kind of could tell even before I noticed the diaper thing... regardless, I like you two, I think this will be a fun trip." Sera shook her head and Laura whispered something in her ear and Sera perked up a bit.
Sera looked at Fiora and grinned before saying "Why don't *you* try wearing one Fiora?". Fiora was silent for a moment before saying "That's below someone of my stature". Laura looked at Sera who was facepalming the obvious bullshit response Fiora gave. "Are you afraid or embarressed Fiora?" Laura asked. Fiora with a mildly angry voice responded "Not at all, I'm more just worried about my image should anyone find out or you two tell someone, I was once I very presigous mage before the Kirin Tor betrayed me, and I would prefer to keep that image, should I ever get back to society... not become some creepy diaper wearing criminal on the run, for lack of a better description...". Sera who had been looking at Laura turned back to Fiora "But you *are* a criminal on the run, and seeing as we are attempting to keep a low profile, I don't really think anyone will be finding out...". Fiora, now extremely annoyed by the two pestering Night Elves responded in a harsh voice "Fine! Give me one!". Sera smiled and pulled a new diaper out of her bag and handed it to Fiora who grabbed it from her hand in a violent fashion. "I'm heading to that tall grass and putting this on, you two lesbians better not stare, or you will be staring at a rock heading towards your face..." Fiora yelled as she moved to the tall grass. Laura and Sera both turned away giving Fiora the privacy she quite clearly wanted and whispered to each other "That was quicker then I thought." Laura whispered. "Well, hopefully it will distract her enough to shut up." A few moments later Fiora walked out of the grass "It feels kind of weird..." she said to the two Night Elf women. Sera turned and looked at Fiora "You will end up liking it, trust me" she said to her. Laura continued after Sera "Even if only for conveinance". Fiora who was patting her behind to feel the diaper replied "Let's get back to traveling, we have already wasted enough time here". Both of the Night Elf women agreed and started walking again.
Dawn was approaching and the three women got ready for bed. "This looks like a good place to rest, we should reach the Wetlands by tomorrow" Sera said to the other two. Laura looked at Fiora "How are you holding up?". Fiora who was obviously desperate to pee responded "Damn, I have never had to piss so bad". Sera overhearing the conversation said to Fiora "Just go... that's sort of the point of a diaper". Fiora squirming around replied "Maybe you two can go wherever but... I actually did try earlier and couldn't... so I am just holding it until I can't anymore". "Well alright I suppose" Selphina responded. Sera looked at Fiora and said "You are an odd little Elf". Fiora squirming around looked at Sera with an annoyed look before responding "Oh really? What makes you think that? You are the two lesbians who wear diapers!". Sera now giggling responded "You act all high, mighty, and prissy, yet the stuff you do is far from it, even down to putting a diaper on...". Fiora, now extremely desperate to pee replied "Yeah well, if I'm going to be stuck with you two for awhile I mine as well embrace it, not to mention I wanted to shut you up." Sera with a sly voice responded "Whatever you say miss priss". Fiora, now angered lept over to Sera tackling her. Sera now being held down by Fiora looked her in the eyes before saying "I mean miss piss!". Just then Fiora noticed the hissing noise, she was wetting herself. "Feel better?" Laura who had been watching the whole time asked. Fiora got off Sera and stood up and poked her diaper a bit "Actually... yes..." she responded. "Well that's good" Sera said dusting off her clothing. Laura in an attempt to lighten the tense mood spoke up "Well I think we should probably get some rest". Sera and Laura started preparing for the next day and eventually layed down to sleep. Fiora a little disgruntled and in a wet diaper shrugged "Meh, whatever..." before also laying down for bed and eventually falling asleep. |
The sun was setting, soon night would be here and the three women would travel once more. Laura was the first to wake. She rubbed her eyes and placed her hands over her face when she noticed something... she had two strang bumps on her forhead. Laura screamed waking Fiora and Sera up. Sera still half asleep responded "What the hell is it Laura? You are going to alert everyone in a five mile radius." Laura grabbed her and shook her waking her up "Look, I have wierd bumps on my head!" she said. Sera inspected Laura's forhead before saying "What is that?". Laura mildly annoyed responded "If I knew do you think I would be freaked out?". Sera parted her hair to get a better look when Laura noticed that Sera to had the odd bumps. "You have them to!" Laura said to Sera. Fiora waking up finally spoke to the two women "What are you two yelling about?" when the two Night Elves lifted their hair. "Look!" Laura said to Fiora. Fiora quickly felt her forhead and began laughing, as she to had the bumps. "I guess it's taking effect finally" Fiora said to herself, although loud enough for the other two to overhear. Sera walked over grabbed Fiora and shook her "And what exactly is *it*?" she said. Fiora paused before explaining to them "You see, that water we all drank was not actually water". Sera turned to Laura "I knew something was up!" she said. Fiora continued "The reason they were in the dungeon was because the liquid itself is a prisoner." Laura and Sera both horrified, stayed silent to hear more. "It was a strange type of energy, my superiors didn't know where it came from, but they learned it was fel based. They eventually gave it to me to study as I had experience with fel magic. This was not something done lightly as most didn't want me exposed to fel energy because I had been addicted to it in the past, however, I was the most qualified and a higher ranking mage convinced the rest to go with it under supervision." Laura and Sera now slightly calmer now that the initial shock was gone continued listening. Fiora continued "I discovered it was a living entity itself, a type of demon not encountered before. My studies learned it was not sentient, which calmed many of the researchers, myself included. I tried using the energy on rats and it produced demon-like ones, similar in effect to when one is to drink demon blood or absorb fel energy. The rats eventually died however." Sera spoke up "Wait, are you saying we are going to die!?" Fiora shushed Sera "Shhh... let me finish, anyway, I noticed the larger rats lived longer, so I thought, perhaps if a host of decent size, capable of surviving the energy were to use it, perhaps it would live and thrive. My superiors thought the research should end and that it was too dangerous, so they had me contain it in a liquid and sealed it in the dungeon, but I was able to secretly keep one, I needed to try it on something larger, so late one night I tested it on a bear outside the city which I montered for the next day, the results were very interesting, it was corrupted, but survived and thrive... but the bear was promptly killed by an mage who discovered me. While they had no direct evidence, they assumed it was me and I was sent back and banned from any experimenting indefinately. They allowed me to stay in the city because of everything I had done for it and because they couldn't prove anything, but I wasn't allowed to do anything experamental."
Fiora paused for a moment and Laura yelled "What then?" Fiora started telling the story again "Well, as you can probably guess, I was not pleased at all, but I got curious... how would it effect a humanoid? It was no problem that I was banned from experimenting as they disallow experimenting on humanoids anyway, so I figured the only way I could is if I forced it upon someone or tried it myself. Despite how it might look I am not *that* bad, and I wouldn't force it on someone, so I figured I would use it on myself." Sera feeling the lumps said "Umm... why would you do that?" Fiora paused for a moment with a disappointed looke and responded "It's a Blood Elf thing I guess, now let me finish. Anyway, I had planned on sneaking in to the dungeon one night and drinking it for myself, but I was caught, somehow they knew I was going there, and I was thrown in the cell where you found me right then and there." Sera and Laura now almost completely calm asked "So what's going to happen to us now?" Fiora grinned "If I theory is right, our bodies are strong enough to house the energy... and it will give us power, lots of it." Laura spoke up "And the lumps?" Fiora smiled "Oh, those are horns growing." Sera sighed "Ugh this is so against what our people are..." Fiora interrupted "Don't worry, they energy is it's own, you won't become slaves to the Legion or anything... plus you are no longer Night Elves, you will become something better." Laura spoke up "Are we changing in to something different?" Fiora paused before answering "Yes and no, yes you will change, but no you are not going to become something entirely different. You will most likely grow horns, wings, fangs, and a tail, your skin will darken and might even crack around the hands and feet exposing the fel energy within..."Sera with her head in her hands said "Oh great..." Fiora walked over to Sera and held her hands "I'm sorry, I didn't want this for you, I didn't expect you to drink the water and I... well, I was too obsessed to give any warnings as I knew you wouldn't let me have it if I did... but I have been with you gals a week now and like you guys now, at first I thought you were some generic duty obsessed agents on a mission, but you two are so friendly together, and even to me, your prisoner." Sera looked up at Fiora "Well thank you, but still..." Laura spoke up "Well, what should we do now? I doubt we will be allowed back in the state we will soon be." Sera looked at Fiora then back at Laura "Maybe we should travel together, that is what you planned on doing when you came here right?" she said. Laura nodded and responded "Yes, but what about her?" as she pointed at Fiora. Sera thought for a moment and responded "We will take her with us I suppose." Laura responded to Sera's idea "We are going to be hunted if she comes with us" Sera noded and continued "Plus if I don't return her to Stormwind, there will be more then the Kirin Tor after us." Laura smiled and said "Sounds like this could be fun." Sera frowned and responded "I never thought I would be the one running, part of my job was to find people running away." Fiora interrupted "So have you two decided on what you plan on doing? I assume that's what you are discussing." Sera noded at Laura "Let's do it." she said.
The two Night Elves walked up to Fiora and spoke to her. Sera started "Fiora, it seems we won't be returning... I am not sure if this was part of your plan, but it's how it turned out regardless." Fiora grinned "Actually, I didn't plan on it, but I can't say I am disappointed at all." Laura spoke up "You are coming with us though, just not to Stormwind." Fiora smiled and responded in a sly tone "I was kind of hoping I could stay with you guys a bit, where are we going?" Laura responded to Fiora's inquery "Not sure yet." Fiora got a disappointed look for a brief time then perked up and responded "I know of a place... if you guys are willing to go through with it." The Night Elves looked at each other and both asked "What is it?" Fiora with a grin responded "It's a bit of a story, I'll tell it tomorrow, but I will say it's something we can obtain to gain power!" Laura and Sera both looked at each other slightly nervous. Fiora noticed their look and responded "Don't worry, I won't do anything." Sera after a moment said "Come on we should find a place to crash for the night."
After searching for some time, the sun started to rise. All three women, now with more developed demonic features, short horns, small wings, a short tail, small fangs, and slightly larger breasts got ready for bed. Fiora grinned, her small fangs visible, and said to Laura and Sera "I need to go now..." The two Night Elven woman looked at her "Well just go then!" Laura said to her. Fiora with a look of relief on her face replied "I already am!". Fiora who had just finished wetting herself looked at the other two and said "You know, to be honest, I actually did this on a few occasions in my cell..." Sera playing with her short tail replied "Go on!" Fiora continued "Well the cell itself was no hotel, and seeing as nobody was around and I wasn't getting out anytime soon, sometimes I just didn't care and peed when I was lying or sittign down, although at the time, it was not quite as... thrilling, as it is now." Laura grinned, her to with fangs "I see" she said. Sera spoke up "Well I need to pee now, but I kind of want to try something new, I mean, we have time on our hands now." Laura thought "Hmm... I have an idea!" she said. Sera now curious watched as Laura who had also been holding her pee for quite some time pulled her pants then diaper down about half way and started wetting in it. Laura had a major grin on her face during the whole release, eventually finished and pulled her diaper and pants back up. Sera now extremely turned on replied "That is so hot! My turn". Sera who she herself was ready to burst proceeded to do the same thing. Sera had a much louder hissing noise as she had to go much more then Laura did. Sera finished and pulled her tight leather pants and diaper back up. Fiora to was a bit turned on, but didn't have to go, sadly for her. Fiora spoke up, by the way I was thinking... my tail has been growing, and it's sort of feeling confined, unlike my wings, it doesn't seem to be ripping through my clothes, could one of you cut a hole in the back of my diaper and pants for it, as it's going to get longer." Sera replied "Yes!" Fiora lifted her robes and Sera and took one of her daggers and cut a small slit in Fiora's back diaper and pants and Fiora, who had gotten quite used to her new features quickly moved her tail through it. Fiora giggled and spoke up some more "I was also wondering, maybe my robe to? I kind of want it in the open, there is no point hiding it if everything else is visible, and it would feel nice." Sera continued by cutting another slit in Fiora's robe, which Fiora slipped her tail through again. Laura and Fiora decided to do the same and Sera made a slit in Laura's diaper and pants and gave her dagger to Laura for her to do the same. Sera continued by cutting holes in the upper back part of the rest of their diapers, which were running extremely low. Sera spoke up "Uh oh, we only have two days left if all three of us wear only one each day." Laura responded "Actually where did you get them anyway?" Sera responded "Well I knew a tailor in Stormwind who made "odd" things, not only diapers but other strange outfits and garments to, but they were the only place I ever found adult diapers, she used to make special ones for me since I am much larger then humans." Fiora spoke up "These are not cloth diapers though." Sera continued "True, but the outside is, the inside is pretty standard." Laura now getting used to moving her wings around spoke up "Where will we get more? I don't think I can really go without them anymore." Sera thought for a moment "I suppose we could make them, plus they would be custom made to fit us." Fiora spoke up "Oh finally! These ones I have have been so big!" All three women agreed on getting cloth and the other required materials the next night, but now the sun was fully up, and they decided it would be best to get some sleep. |
Here you go.
The next day the women awoke, their demonic features now completely developed, Laura was the first to wake. Laura got up and stretched her wings and tail, before poking her diaper which was now quite wet, she giggled "Seems I had accident when I was sleeping, it's much much wetter then when I went to sleep". Fiora woke up next followed shortly by Sera. "Wow... my diaper is soaked..." Fiora said to the others. Sera quickly poked hers "Mine to!" she exclaimed. "Hmm... perhaps the demonic corruption finishing caused our body to lose control... granted, I can't say I am unhappy it happened" Fiora said to the others while poking her diaper. Laura interrupted Sera and Fiora "Alright, we should change before we head out...". Fiora asked akwardly "...umm, could one of you... change me?" both Night Elven women looked at her. "Are you being serious?" Sera said to Fiora. Fiora replied "Yes, you two have so much fun with it... I want to be part of it." as she was staring at the two women. "Of course Fiora!" Laura said as she was opening her pack and pulling out three of the six remaining fresh diapers. Fiora layed down and spread her legs for Laura who was nearly ready to take off her soaked diaper when Fiora told her to stop." Laura responded "What is..." she paused as she heard a hissing noise coming from Fiora. Fiora smiling responded "Morning piss... I figured since we are low I should do it before we got changed." Laura laughed as nearly all of it leaked out on to the ground around Fiora. Laura wiped up Fiora's nether region and Fiora giggled a bit "hehehehe". Laura was nearly ready to put on her new diaper when she paused. Another hissing noise could be heard and Laura had a major grin on. Fiora and Sera looked at Laura who was leaking heavily. Laura finished peeing and ended with "Ahhhhhh... I figured I would follow suit Fiora." Fiora laughed a bit then said "Well finish diapering me now!". Laura finished and her and Fiora stood up when they both heard a hissing noise. They simultaniously turned to Sera who's pants were getting wet down the legs. Sera grinned "I'm done to! Ha!" she said. Laura laughed and layed down "Too bad Sera, but I'm first!" Sera kneeled down and changed Laura rather quickly, then layed down herself. Laura went to change Sera when Fiora put her hand on Laura's shoulder and said "I got this!". Fiora proceeded to change Sera's diaper, a little slow at first, but she got it right. All three women got up and began walking keeping an eye out for a Gnoll camp, for it most likely had enough cloth to make a decent amount of diapers.
About an hour had passed and the three women were slowly making their way through the damp and smelly marshes to a Gnoll camp they saw in the distance a few minutes ago. Laura turned to Fiora and asked "So Fiora... what is your goal anyway?". Fiora paused and looked back "My goal... my goal is to gain power, and with it have revenge on those who wronged me." Laura turned to Sera with an akward look which Sera shared. Fiora looked at the nervious Night Elves "Don't worry you two, I like you, I wouldn't harm you. My grudge is against the Scourge, and to a lesser degree, the Kirin Tor, and even then, I don't plan on killing anything living." Sera spoke up "Well that is good I suppose..." Fiora giggled "It's alright... though, I need to ask, what is *your* goal?" Sera responded "I used to do shady work for Stormwind, tracking, spying, assassination, etcetera, but that's gone now so I decided to stay with Laura." Laura spoke after Sera finished "My goal is to learn all I can about battle and things related to it, I am not sure why, but that's why I came here anyway. I figured it could work out with your goal Fiora." Fiora noded and said "And the diapers?" Laura replied "It was actually Sera who got me in to them, and not even that long ago... I traveled a lot and did quite a bit of fighting, so at times, actually a lot of the time, I would just piss myself, as I couldn't be bothered with something trivial like that when fighting." Laura looked at Sera and smiled "Then I met Sera, whe wore them and introduced me to them." Sera continued after Laura had paused "I was often given recon missions due to being a Night Elf as we tend to be much more skilled in the art of stealth then most other races." Sera smiled and continued "Often times I would have to sit in a place for a long time for missions and of course, needing to go to the bathroom was an issue, not being a guy who can sort of just unzip and aim, I needed a method of peeing without drawing attention, and well, I started wearing diapers..." Fiora now closely listening to Sera said "Go on". Sera continued "I was a little mortified at first but after several missions it didn't bother me anymore, and in fact I started enjoying it... the thought of just going wherever and nobody knowing! It was thrilling! I started wearing them more often and now all the time! I haven't worn anything other then a diaper for about a year now!". Laura spoke up "I only just started recently, when I met Sera, she was... quite open about the whole thing." Laura looked back at Fiora "And she convinced me to help her with her mission, to free you, as I had the strength she lacked. I was a little wierded out by her secret at first but she convinced me and I started wearing them as well." Sera and Laura looked at each other and smiled.
Sera turned to Fiora "So Fiora, what's *your* story? I mean you told us about the magic and relation to it, but not really *your* story". Fiora spoke up "Well I'll tell you from the start I suppose." Fiora who sat down to tell the story motioned for the others to also sit. Fiora started talking "I was once a high ranking mage for my people, but after the Scourge wiped most of us out and the sunwell was destroyed, we turned to fel magic." Both Night Elves continued to listen "Eventually a group of us returned to our home after we, shall I say "Disagreed" with the road the prince was taking. While we gave up fel magic, we were still scarred and tainted. Eventually seeing my home in ruins, I had no reason to stay personally, but because of my skills with magic, I decided to go to Dalaran to see what I could do. I was not well recieved, but eventually one mage spoke for me and I was able to get in. I was under constant supervision, which I can't blame them for too much, but I was content for awhile." Fiora fanned her wings out a bit before continuing. "My favorite thing to do was experiment with magic, and after being there a couple years, they finally let me go back to doing that, again, under strict supervision. It all went well until one day a fel energy was found, the archmage who spoke up for me gave it to me to study, knowing I had experience with it, I told you what I found about it earlier so I won't bother going in to detail. However, working with it eventually caused my fel addiction to return, I wanted it, but I knew I shouldn't. I sealed it in a special enchanted water and gave it to my superiors to seal in the dungeon." Fiora sighed before continuing "But one night I couldn't stop it anymore, I needed to have it. I went to the dungeon and they were waiting for me. They falsely accused me of some other thing that happened, a murder, and threw me in the dungeon then and there, and that's where I was, until freed by you." Sera spoke up "So... you knew the water housed fel energy, I'm guessing that's why you were hellbent on getting it." Fiora noded and replied "Yes, and I must say now that I have absorbed it, I have no regrets." Laura who had been practicing moving her wings during the story spoke up "I will say it *does* feel nice... and I am liking the new features." Fiora stood back up and started walking again, the other two followed her. Fiora started talking again as they walked "I am thinking the mage that spoke for me commited the murder as I would be extremely easy to frame if they found traces of fel magic, and he knew of my former addiciton, and it was probably part of his plan to reawaken that." Fiora paused talking for a minute to look at the rather close gnoll camp "Seems we are pretty much there." she said.
The two Night Elves got their weapons ready when Fiora asked them "Since we are together now, think you could remove this inhibitor anklet? It would make things much easier." Laura looked at Sera who shared an uneasy looked, but they eventually noded to each other in agreement. Sera responded to Fiora "Yes, we will... I hope I won't regret this Fiora." Fiora smiled after Sera unlocked her anklet and responded "You won't, I'm not some horrible evil person... I just want power and revenge." Sera and Laura were still slightly uneasy but continued to the camp of gnolls. Laura took out oen of her swords and her shield and charged in to the camp at the group of eight or so gnolls, a bold and risky move to say the least. This did not please the gnoll group in the slightest and all of them began attacking her. The gnolls were quite unskilled and Laura had much experience, so she was able to hold them off despite being outnumbered. "Your turn!" Laura yelled to Fiora and Sera. Fiora began casting a blizzard spell, a spell that causes shards of ice to rain down, on the gnolls. Fiora shouted "Don't move Laura." Fiora manipulated her spell to leave a deadzone around Laura preventing her friend from taking damage. The gnolls screamed in pain as the freezing ice shards slashed their hides. A single gnoll that none of them had noticed appeared behind Fiora and whipped it's dagger out to stab her in the back, for she was busy concentrating on her spell, but before it could it fell over dead. Sera was standing behind it's corpse, daggers drawn out. Sera smiled and said to the startled Fiora "I needed to do something" Laura walked up to Fiora and Sera and said "Well, that was... fun, I suppose" Sera looked at the frost covered gnolls and said "I thought Blood Mages used fire to kill things." Fiora grinned and responded "That would of destroyed the cloth." Sera noded in approval. Laura started laughing and Fiora and Sera turned to her asking "What is it?" Laura who calmed down a bit said "I wet myself during that fight!" Fiora and Sera looked at Laura who was undoing her belt to pull her pants down and show her wet diaper to her friends. Laura's diaper was indeed wet, which turned Sera on a little. Sera regained herself and spoke up "We should probably get the cloth and scram." Laura who had finished pulling her pants up noded and took out a dagger and began helping Sera cut the decent cloth off the gnoll corpses. Fiora watched the two Night Elves and said to them "I hope that will be washed first, I don't want to wear that in it's current... state." Sera who finished getting the last of the usable cloth responded "Of course!"
Sera found a small stream and yelled to the other two "I found some clean water!" Fiora and Laura followed Sera's voice and came upon the stream in question. Laura who was holding the cloth kneeled down next to the water and began rinsing it. Sera watched Laura rinse the cloth and said "Perhaps we should clean all of our clothes and bath." Fiora who started taking her clothes off responded "I agree." All three women had taken their clothes off and began bathing with each other. Laura and Sera giggled as they played with each others breasts a bit. Fiora washed her robes in the meantime. After washing their clothes, the women began washing themselves. Fiora grinned and asked the Night Elves "Could one of you get my wings? I can't reach all of them." Laura smiled, revealing her fangs "Sure thing Fiora." she replied. Laura began rubbing Fiora's wings getting the dirt and blood off "Ah, that is so relaxing!" Fiora said. The Elves all cleaned each other up and got out of the water and layed down to dry off in the sun. Sera stretched her wings out letting the sun hit them, Fiora nd Laura followed suit. Sera spoke up "So Fiora, where are we going first?" Fiora playing around with her tail responded "Dustwallow Marsh... more specifically Onyxia's Lair." Laura with a sigh uttered "Great, back to Kalimdor... and more smelly water filled areas." Fiora laughed and responded "Well you said you wanted to go where I was going." Sera spoke up directly after Fiora spoke "And what is in Onyxia's Lair Fiora?" she said. Fiora got a more serious look "An artifact, actually, said artifact is a suit of armor that grants it's wearer immense power." The two Night Elves who had gotten more comfortable with Fiora's quest for power got up. "We should probably get in to new diapers, we only have enough for one each until more are made." Fiora and Sera agreed and they all proceeded to change each other in to fresh diapers. Sera and Laura both eagerly changed each other and after they finished, Laura changed Fiora. "So about making new ones?" Sera asked. Fiora smiled and said "I got that covered." Fiora took the now cleaned cloth scraps and started weaving them together with a magic spell. Laura looked at the cloth "I don't know how I feel about cloth diapers." Laura said. Fiora responded "Shhh they won't be cloth, I just cloth as a base." Laura now accompanied by Sera watched Fiora craft several diapers after a few minutes of spell casting. Fiora finished casting her spell and replied "There, all done!" Sera and Laura looked at a stack of diapers, a measly six. Laura spoke up "Umm Fiora, I don't mean to sound ungrateful or anything, but six isn't enough to last for long at all." Fiora grinned and responded "Yes it is..." Sera and Laura both got a puzzled look before Sera asked "What exactly do you mean?" Fiora laughed and responded "They are imbued with magic, they will be able to take more wetting, and they also clean themselves if not in use for a bit, so basically two for each of us that we alternate." Laura now with a pleased look responded "That's awesome!" Sera replied "It is!" Fiora smiled but then got a more serious look "Well, they will only last for a week or so before they start to wear out, however, if I had some magical cloth like mageweave or runecloth or something, I could probably make more permanent ones, with possibly even special features." Sera quickly looked from her diaper to Fiora "Special features?" Fiora now a little happy about the whole thought of magical diapers responded "Yeah, like retaining warmth and stuff like that." Sera and Laura both now very happy hugged each other and smiled at Fiora. Laura calmed down much quicker and said to Fiora "I guess we have another objective, finding enchanted cloth." Fiora noded and responded "Yes we will." Sera now pretty eager said "Well let's go then!" Laura leaned over and whispered to Sera "You should probably put your clothes on first, not sure if you want to be seen topless in a diaper." Sera got an embarresed look before putting her clothes on. Fiora and Laura proceeded to do the same and the three women started the next day of their journey. |
Here is some more, I got more done actually, but I'll post it periodically if there is still any demand.
"So I assume we are going to Menethil Harbor." Fiora said to the two Night Elves. "That's right!" Laura responded. Fiora who had now grabbed Laura's tail said "In case you didn't notice, we will... draw attention, if we go to towns." Laura now looking upward and feeling her horns responded "I guess so... well how would you like to get to Dustwallow then?" Fiora picked up a small rock off the ground and looked at it and began saying "I can make a portal that leads there, however, it requires a rune of portals, all of which were taken away from me when I was imprisoned." Laura thought for a moment before responding "So what do you want to do? Obtain a rune, or sneak on the ship?". Sera who had only been listening to the conversation until said "Runes are often sold in reagent shops, most larger towns have one, I could probably sneak in and get one, a portal would be much faster anyway." Fiora noded "Very well, go get one, we will travel to that cluster of trees over there and wait for you." she said. Sera took off in the direction of Menithil Harbor and Fiora and Laura traveled to the group of trees.
Fiora and Laura began walking, Laura now feeling slightly awkward to be away from Sera for the first time in quite a bit. Fiora sensing Laura's state decided to try lightening the tenseness with a casual question. "So Laura... have you wet your diaper since we left?" Fiora asked. Laura quite bluntly responded "No". Fiora got a grin and asked "Want to do it now? I haven't either." Laura smiled and responded "Well I *do* have to go... I was going to wait for Sera, but she probably won't mind." Fiora lifted up her robes exposing her diaper and said "On the count of three... one... two... THREE!" Fiora had a massive grin as a faint hissing noise could be heard and her diaper got slightly bigger with a tint of yellow. Laura too was wetting herself, though it wasn't really visible as she kept her gear on "Ahhhhhh..." she said. Fiora poked her wet diaper before dropping her robes back down "I really got to thank you guys." Laura now sitting down with her back to a tree responded "For what exactly?" Fiora now sitting down next to Laura smiled, fangs exposed, and responded "For freeing me from that horrid place, and for well... the diapers, I like them so much, is it odd they excite me more then my escape?" Laura laughed a little and put one of her wings around Fiora like a blanket before responding "Yes and no I suppose, being freed was probably better, but the diapers are a constant for you now... plus I need to thank you to Fiora." Fiora responded "For what? You guys have done so much for me." Laura who had now pulled her pants down and was pokign her soaked diaper responded "The transformation you tricked us in to, I love it, it feels great, I feel so full of energy and power, plus it's kind of hot, something I never thought I was say." Fiora smiled, her to with her fangs exposed "I am glad you like it, I felt guilty at first, but since you like it so much, I feel better now." she said. The two women hugged each other and resumed talking.
Meanwhile at Menithil Harbor, Sera had snuck in to the back window of a reasgent shop hoping to steal some runes of portals. She had gotten used to her new features and was able to stealth without any trouble. She snuck in to the basement storeroom slipping past the occupied vendor. She looked through the crates to see if there was any runes when she came upon something she did not expect. She opened a box and inside was runecloth, a lot of it. Sera remembered what Fiora had said about enchanted cloth and she decided to take some of it. She got several bolts, more then enough to make diapers for her and her friends. The thought of new diapers gave her the urge to pee, but she wanted to have some fun with it so she decided to hold it for now. After that she continued searching for runes, which she eventually came across. There was only a bag of about five, she took the bag with her and got ready to sneak out. Before long the vendor came down the stairs to the basement storeroom and noticed the crates had been broken in to. "We have been robbed! Someone broke in and stole some things!" the vendor said. Sera hid behind a stack of boxes, she might have been excellent at sneaking, but even she couldn't get through a single door with someone standing in it in the light without being seen. She decided to wait it out and wait for an oppertuinity to escape. A guard from outside who heard the vendor's calls came down in to the basement and started searching. Sera's urge to pee came back pretty bad suddenly, leaving her hiding and needing to pee. Much to her dismay, she decided to wet herself, the urge to pee would of been troublesome when trying to escape. She went quite a bit and really wanted to give a sigh of relief when she was done, but she couldn't let the guard see her. Sera had no desire to harm an innocent, but she couldn't be caught. She took out some sleep poison and coated a dagger with it. As the guard walked by she very carefully cut the back of his neck, not enough to deal any permanent damage, just enough to let the poison get in. The guard dropped to the floor and passed out. The vendor standing in the doorway ran off in fear giving Sera her chance to escape, which she did and ran off to the trees Laura and Fiora said they would be waiting at.
Sera reached Laura and Fiora who were both resting. Sera walked up and said to them "I got the runes... and something else!" Fiora stood up and took the bag of runes from Sera and said "What's the other thing?" Sera reached in her bag and pulled out several bolts of runecloth "You said you would need something like this to make better quality diapers Fiora, I saw it and figured it would work." Laura jumped up in excitement "Yay!" she yelled. Fiora smiled and took the cloth "That will be fine... but we should probably take a portal to Theramore first before I do anything with it, the Kirin Tor have been tracking us and I am sure your event didn't go unnoticed Sera." Sera frowned a little and responded "Yeah I had to incapacitate a guard." Laura quicky said "Let's go now, I don't want to stay here anymore." Fiora noded and began casting a portal to Theramore. Fiora while casting a portal spoke up "I made it so this portal will take us outside the city walls so we don't... draw attention. I also am making it last about thirty seconds to cover our trail quick, so jump through immediately!" Laura and Sera noded. Fiora finished casting the portal and let the two Night Elf women jump through before going through herself.
All three appeared outside the walls of Theramore. Fiora smiled and said "Glad it worked, portals are usually made to lead to specific area, it's much more difficult to cast ones that differ from that area... but we should get going." Laura and Sera followed Fiora in to the marsh. Some time had passed and the three decided to settle down for the night. However, all three no longer required much sleep due to their corruption, so they decided they would just rest and talk. "We should reach Onyxia's Lair by tomorrow." Fiora stated as she was sitting on the ground. Sera fidgeting with her tail a bit asked "So what is this artifact that you are after so much?" Fiora grinned "It's a suit of armor, but it's not some typical enchanted armor, it's power level is far beyond anything you would normally find." she said. Sera looked up at Fiora "What is so magical about it?" she said. Fiora looked at the two Night Elves before responding "I'll give you some history on it... Not many know of it, it's been a closely guarded secret among only a dozen or so people, I was lucky to learn about it from a tome in a high ranking mage's personal library... I used to sneak a peek at the forbidden tomes a lot." Fiora took about three or so second pause before continuing. "Nobody knows who made it, but it is said to house quite a bit of power, enough to warrent it being hidden and sealed. From what I understand is extremely resilient to damage both physical and magical while greatly enhancing it's wearers strength and magical energy. You know me well now, so you can probably understand why I desire this so much, the armor coupled with my transformation will make me one of the most powerful mages there is." The two Night Elves noded and Sera spoke up "Well we should get going then!" Fiora smiled before continuing "There is one other thing... several suits were made, five to be exact, each one corresponds to a Dragonflight, that means you can also get some!" Laura and Sera turned to each other and smiled before Laura turned back to Fiora and asked "Where are the others?" Fiora who now started to get up said "The black one is here in Onyxia's Lair, the red one is deep within Grim Batol, the blue one is deep within the Nexus, the green one is deep within the Temple of Atal'haker, and the Bronze one is in Ahn'Qiraj." Laura sighed "Looks like we have quite the adventure ahead of us, we should get going." Sera giggled "We should probably change first!" Laura and Fiora both smiled and Laura said "That would be a good idea." Fiora pulled the second set of diapers out of her bag and handed one to each of them. Sera was the first to be changed, she layed down for Laura who tickled her nether reagon a bit before finishing. Fiora layed down next and Laura changed her also. Fiora was still a little shy about being changed, but really enjoyed it regardless. Laura layed down for her turn, Sera was ready to change her when Fiora put her hand on her shoulder and asked "May I do it?" Sera looked at Laura and asked "It that alright Laura?" Laura smiled back at them "Yes I am fine with it." Fiora began changing Laura's diaper. She eventually finished and taped it up. All now diapered, the three of them continued their journey and starting heading deeper in to the swamp. |
As requested.
Fiora, Laura, and Sera had been traveling about an hour when Fiora stopped and uttered "I sense magical energy... we have a guest." Laura and Sera both looked at each other then back at Fiora. Laura asked "Who or what is it?" Fiora got a frown "They are Kirin Tor, be ready." Just then a single mage appeared in front of the group. The mage was a human female with black hair done up in a bun and brown eyes. "Hello Fiora." The mage said. Fiora with a somewhat displeased look responded "Hello Julia." Sera spoke up "I assume you two know each other?" Julia responded before Fiora could "Yes, we worked together a few times and I was one of her superiors." Fiora continued "Yes she is right, but she also forgot to mention she ended up betraying me." Julia who also continued after Fiora had finished "I have no regrets and would do it again, I feared you would do something... unethical, and I see I was right." Fiora sighed before responding "So why are you here alone instead of with a bunch of other mages? I assume you have been tracking me with them." Julia calmly responded "I am, however, the other mages don't know I located you yet, all they could tell was a portal was used, but I figured you would head here, for obvious reasons, and it turns out I was right." Fiora laughed a little "So what are you going to do?" she said. Laura spoke up "We won't let you take Fiora anywhere." Sera spoke up right after "Yeah!" Fiora put her arm in front of her friends "Calm down, she is more powerful then me and I am sure you guys as well, let's listen before we do anything more." Julia gave Fiora a dirty look "I am aware you were innocent, at least of the murder, that's why I decided to come see you on my own." Fiora now somewhat angry "And you did nothing!?" Julia snapped back "I couldn't! I didn't find out until after and none would listen to me!" Fiora now calmer responded "Well what are you going to do now then?" Julia now calmer as well responded "Keeping an eye on you, you are a power hungry bitch Fiora... but you are not evil and you would not harm anyone unless you really needed to." Fiora sighed a bit "Yeah umm, sorry about the guards." she said. Julia continued talking "Yeah, that's one of the things you can be convicted for, but the fel enrgy vials were also gone, we assumed you took them and I can see you have." Fiora flapped her wings and moved her tail around "Yes, I did." Julia sighed "Did you have to do it on them though?" Fiora looked back at Laura and Sera and responded "That's another story, but I didn't harm them and they like it." Laura and Sera both noded. Julia sighed and continued talking "Look Fiora, I came here as a friend, I know you will be executed next time you are caught, and I don't want to see that, but on the flipside, I can't let you get out of hand." Fiora moved closer to Julia and put her hand on her shoulder "What are you implying Julia?" Julia sighed before responding "I am coming with you... I convinced the Kirin Tor I would be tracking you, they don't know I won't be bringing you in." Fiora smiled "Well, I thank you very much then." Fiora continued walking and Laura, Sera, and Julia followed.
After walking for some time Sera moved over next to Julia and walked with her. "Umm... hello." she said. Julia nicely responded "Hello Serendia" Sera a little shocked that Julia who she had never seen before knew her name. "How did you know my name?" Sera sked. Julia laughed a bit and responded "In our investigation we found out Stormwind was behind the break out, they denied it, but we figured it out anyway. After that, it wasn't difficult to figure out the one they sent." Sera quietly responded "Oh" Julia looked towards Laura and asked "Who are you though?" Laura who had been quiet for a bit responded "You can call me Laura, I met Sera and we decided to travel together." Julia who had been eyeing each of the women as she talked responded "Well, hello then Laura." Laura noded as she continued walking. Julia still eyeing the women, more specifically their demonic features asked "I know full well why Fiora would drink that stuff, but what did you do it for?" Sera smiled exposing her fangs and replied "It was actually an accident, but in the end I am glad it happened." Julia now with a suspecious look asked "I must ask, there were five vials, I will assume you drank one each, where are the last two?" Fiora opened her bag and pulled two vials out "They are here, want one?" Julia with a mildly disgusted look responded "NO! Why would you even ask?" Fiora smiled before responding "Just being polite." Julia continued speaking "What do you plan on doing with those?" Fiora shrugged before responding "I am not sure yet, as much as I would like to, I can't drink anymore, it would act as an overdose." Julia remained quiet for a bit. After some time Sera got a sly grin and announced "Guess what I just did!" Laura and Fiora grinned as well. Julia feeling a little awkward about not knowing what was going on quiety said "What happened?" Fiora replied "Oh, just some fun." Laura smiled "Would you like to be changed Sera?" she said. Sera said "I would normally wait... but I have a fun idea!" Sera stretched her wings and tail and started to lay herself down backwards, except instead of going all the way on the ground, she balanced herself on her wings and tail. Sera started giggling before saying "Try it like this!" Julia now very uncomfortable leaned next to Fiora and asked "What are they doing?" Fiora whispered back "It's kind of a long story, so I'll just say it up front. We wear diapers and use them, and we change each other. That's what they are doing." Julia with a mildly repulsed look responded "I shouldn't be surprised at you Fiora... you wear them to?" Fiora noded as she put one of her wings around Julia. Julia shoved it off and replied "Cut that out!" before turning back to see Laura ahd just finished taping up Sera's new diaper. Laura now done looked to Fiora "Think you should make those custom ones now Fiora?" Fiora noded and responded "I suppose we could use a break, Julia doesn't have the physical energy we do." while chuckling. Julia sighed and sat down with the other three.
A little bit of time passed and Fiora was still making new runecloth based diapers. Julia looked at Laura and Sera who were playing with each other "So what's with the diapers? I mean, it is rather odd wearing them you can not deny, did Fiora make you wear them?" Sera spoke up "Nope, actually I started them on it I wore them and Laura tried them out and we convinced Fiora to as well!" Julia now somewhat curious asked once more "Well then, why did you start wearing them?" Sera giggled a little and responded "My job as a shady character, sometimes I would need to wait in stealth for long periods of time and well on some occasions nature called. I couldn't just go and give away my posistion, so I had to hold it. Some times I would actually be in pain from hiding so long with no bathroom, it was awful. One time I actually ended up wetting my pants, after that I decided I would wear diapers to prolonged missions, I did and it worked well. I eventually started wearing them in general, even when not on missions, and they eventually became kind of a turn on for me, the conveinance coupled with the awesome feeling I had when I wore them got the best of me, I have worn them exclusively for quite some time now." Julia now a bit more comfortable with the shocking info she learned earlier replied "I see, I suppose that makes sense, but the other two..." Laura spoke up after that "I would wet myself on some occasions during battles, I couldn't be bothered with concentrating on holding it when I fought, so when I met Sera she got me in to them and they work well." Julia now slightly amused turned to Fiora and asked "And you Fiora?" Fiora bluntly responded "Meh, I just liked them after wearing them for a bit. I enjoy wetting whenever and wherever I want without having to stop whatever I am doing." Julia responded in an almost sarcastic tone "That sounds like you." Fiora with an amused voice responded "I'll take that as a compliment."
Fiora finished creating a batch of diapers. She held one up and announced "I made these with enchanted cloth and further enchanted them. They are custom made for you figures complete with a hole for your tail to slip through, no more crude cut." Sera and Laura both giggled and tugged on each other's tails slightly. Fiora continued talking "They will be able to last quite a long time before leaking and my enchantment will also retain the warmth after you wet them." Laura and Sera were now both quite excited. "They also clean themselves while not in use, so you each get two and can alternate between them." Fiora said. Fiora took the batch of diapers she made and tossed Laura and Sera two each while keepign two for herself. She pulled out an additional two and threw them at Julia. Julia with a surprised look exclaimed "What?" Fiora smiled and said "You need to wear one to if you are goign to be traveling with us!" Julia now slightly annoyed responded "Why?" Fiora grinned "Because we can't be slowed down everytime you need to find a place to pee, plus I think it would be funny." Sera placed her hand on Julia's shoulder "Pleeeease?" she said. Laura spoke up also "Yeah please?" Julia sighed and responded "Well, I might as well embrace it..." The two Night Elves giggled as Julia walked to behind a large tree. The three Elves waited for a minute or two and a slightly embarresed Julia came out from behind the tree "Fine!" Fiora grinned "Show me!" Julia lifted her robes exposing a the diaper Fiora gave her. Fiora smiled and said "Good!" Laura and Sera moved on either side of Julia and Laura asked "How does it feel?" Julia fidgeting a little responded "Kind of funny, but not bad though." Sera shouted "YAY!!!" Fiora turned around "Shhhh" she responded with. Julia in an awkward voice asked Fiora "Umm... could I have one of those vials?" Fiora with a shocked look, something she didn't get often, replied "Are you serious!?" Julia noded and said "mhm" Fiora said as she began taking one of the vials out of her bag said "Sure... but I am honestly shocked that you would actually request it, at the very least after less then a day, why?" Julia still in an awkward voice responded "Well... the main reason is because, I my power to stay a step ahead of yours, so you don't do anything too... reckless." Fiora laughed a bit as she handed a vial to Julia and said "Is that it?" Julia who took the cap off the vial, now with hands shaking replied "No, once you made me put on a diaper and I decided to embrace it, I figured I would embrace all of it and I realized, I can't go back to the Kirin Tor after staying with you so long, I don't have much to lose, not to mention, I was always curious how fel magic felt..." Fiora grinned "It feels great, you won't regret it." Julia replied "I hope not." as she downed the contents of the vial.
Julia still trembling a little asked "So when does this take effect, I mean, when do I grow... things." Fiora stroking one of her horns replied "In about twelve or so hours you will start to notice bumps where things will emerge, by 24 hours you will have small wings, small fangs, a short tail, short horns, slightly darker skin, slightly larger breasts, and will feel more energized, by about two days all of your features will be fully grown like ours and you will feel completely full of energy. Julia smiled a little "It might sound weird, but I am actually a little eager for it to happen." Fiora smiled "Yes, it is quite nice." The four women began walking once more, only a couple hours away from Onyxia's Lair. Julia now no longer disurbed seeing Fiora, Laura, and Sera with demonic features asked "So what is it like? With the I guess, stuff, you have." Sera responded in a cheerful voice "Well, I have enjoyed it, the wings and tail help balance and it's nice being able to do stuff with them." she said as she moved up next to Laura and put one of her wings around her like a blanket. Laura continued "Yes it's nice, it will seem a little odd at first, but you actually get used to it quick." Julia a little intreged responded "I see, well it will be nice to see how it is, also... I need to go, if you know what I mean." All three Elves turned around and looked at Julia. Fiora smiled and said "Your first wetting... have fun!" Julia got an embarresed look and said "Nobody look a sec, I mean, until I say." The Elves turned around giving Julia the privacy she wanted. Julia spread her legs a little and concentrated, this was after all the first time she wet herself on purpose. After concentrating for a good thirty seconds, a somewhat loud hissing noise could be heard and she exclaimed "I'm wetting!" All three Elves turned around to watch as Julia emptied her bladder in to a diaper. She peed for about a minute straight as she held it in for soem time. "Ahhhhh..." she said. Fiora laughed ans asked "How did you like it?" Julia still with relief in her voice responded "Well, it felt nice to pee, doing it fully clothed was weird, but it's actually not bad or anything. I could certainly get used to doing it although I am not sure if I will end up liking it like you will." Laura whispered in Julia's ear "You will!" Julia grumbled under her breath to herself "I hope so..."
The women had been traveling for about two hours when they finally reached Onyxia's Lair. Julia feeling her forhead spoke up "Umm... I already have bumps." Fiora turned around and put her hand over Julia's forhead "Indeed you do." she said. Laura who was feeling Julia's back said "Yep, seems like wings are coming in to!" And Sera who was feeling her bottom continued "And her tail!" Julia smiled before saying "You said it took 12 hours before starting to feel anything." Fiora thought to herself for a moment before responding "Perhaps because your magic level is so much higher then mine, it accelerated it... still I am not sure why mine was at the same rate as their's when it happened to me." Sera took out one of her daggers and moved behind Julia "Hold still!" she said. "What are you doing!?" Julia responded. Sera who had finished cutting a few holes in the back of Julia's robes responded "Make room for your wings and tail." Fiora interrupted "And I got your diaper covered, there is a hole ready made in it... just in case." Julia smiled a bit and said "Quite thoughtful, I wouldn't have guessed." Fiora laughed "Why? Because we look evil?" Julia frowned "Yes I suppose." Laura in an excited tone replied "Come on let's move!" All four women were nearing Onyxia's Lair. Laura said "I have been waiting for this moment, a chance to fight a real dragon!" Julia put her hand on Laura's shoulder and said "Sorry to crush your dreams Laura, but Onyxia has already been slain." Sera said right after "That makes our job easier at least." Laura now a little disappointed said "Wha?" and sighed. Fiora who now stood in front of the opening, sighed and walked in, the other three soon followed. Sera hugged Laura and whispered "This place gives me the creeps, it's almost as bad as the Dalaran dungeons." Just then a group of bats swooped down and flew by the group. Sera screamed. Fiora turned and said "Shhh... it's just bats, nothing bad." Sera looked downward and replied "Say that to my diaper..." Laura, Fiora, and Julia all looked at Sera who was still feeling a little dumb about being scared. Laura went up and hugged her friend "It's alright Sera, that is after all what they are for." Sera smiled and continued wlaking beside Laura "Yeah, it's just when it's a real accident, I feel bad about it." Laura put her finger over Sera's mouth "Shhh don't think anything of it." Julia who now approached a large cavern spoek up "Well here is where Onyxia stayed. Fiora replied "Good, let's begin searching." They all started searching for any clues as to the wherabouts of the armor. Laura said while searching "I really wanted to fight a dragon." A voice echoed "How about a drake?". All four women quickly gathered together ready for anything. A black drake flew down from the top of the cavern "I am surprised mortals came back here after the Brood Mother was killed. She is dead and all of the eggs destroyed, this is nothing but an empty cave now, so tell me, why are you here?" the drake said. Fiora responded in an annoyed voice "If it's an empty cave, why are you here?" The drake came closer "I am here because this is my home now." Julia spoke to the drake "You lie, I know why you are here and you know why we are here so let's just get to it." The drake responded in an amused voice "Well then, you know I will say it is being kept from your kind for a reason, and that I can't let you have it." Fiora laughed "Well we want it and will tawke it, you know what that means right?" The drake responded "Sure do" as it unleashed a wave of dragon's breath.
The four quickly dodged the breath and drew their weapons. Julia and Fiora started casting frost spells while Laura and Sera could do little due to the drake being up in the air. The drake took the frostbolts quite well and didn't seem to be suffering very much, but the mages continued. Eventually Julia kneeled down almost as if in pain, though she never took any direct damage from the fire. "Are you alright Julia!?" Laura yelled. Julia responded "Yes I'm fine, I just... UGH!" After Julia let loose a grunt two fully grown wings sprang from her back as did a full length tail and full length horns. Her skin darnkened quick and her teeth grew to full length. Her eyes began glowing green and her breasts grew in size, her fingers and toes became pointed as well. "This... is... GREAT!" she yelled. She stood up and resumed casting frostbolts, this time dealing some serious damage to the drake. The drake's wings, now nearly frozen forced it to land. Sera and Laura wasted no time joining the battle, Laura took the drake head on while Sera lept on it's back and began stabbing it. The drake now overwhelmed fell over in defeat and with it's dying breath uttered "I hope you can handle it..." Fiora with a disappointed voice said "Such a shame..." she paused and looked over at a now transformed Julia "So what happened Julia?" she said. Julia feeling her new features responded "Not sure, it was kind of sudden... damn, my diaper is soaked." Laura laughed "Yeah that happened to us to!" The women began searching again, this time with more luck. Sera found an odd crack in the floor "This looks promising!" The other three ran over to inspect it. Fiora cast a frost spell on the crack cooling the heated rock and makign it brittle. Laura slamed the rock with the hilt of her sword breaking it, and sure enough, underneith the rock there was armor pieces. Fiora now extremely happy took them out. Sera looked at them and said "Those don't look like they will fit you Fiora." Julia spoke up "It changes it's shape to fit it's wearer." Fiora who was now removing her robes responded "Yes it does, so I don't even have to worry about my tail or wings!" Laura quietly watched Fiora go to put a piece on. As she did however, the pieces moved on to her changing their shape to fit her slender body in the process. "Well? How is it?" Sera asked. Fiora paused with an extremely satisfied look on her face before responding "I have never felt this good in my life." Julia interrupted Fiora's bliss and said "I think we should leave here now before we draw too much attention... awakening the armor caused a surge of magic." Fiora noded and responded "I agree, I have no desire to fight those I don't need to. The four women all ran out of the cage back in to the marsh. |
The four women had traveled for some time and eventually reached the end of the marsh and reached the boarder with the Barrens. Laura with a disgusted tone said "Ugh, I hate this place." Sera spoke up after "Well at least we are finally done with marshes and swamps and stuff." Laura sighed and responded "I guess." Julia looked around a bit and said "We should be careful, this place is quite open and we would draw much attention." Fiora spoke up after that and said "Yes, I think we should head to that oasis there and hide out until night and also prepare for what's ahead." Sera thought for a moment and said "What exactly is ahead? Where are we going?" Fiora grinned and responded "Ahn'Qiraj!" Laura sighed and said "You can't be serious." Fiora responded "I am, and it's your turn next Laura." Laura slightly eased by the fact she was the next to get armor responded "Well alright, but we must be careful, that place is extremely dangerous." Fiora laughed and replied "Ha! I am so much more powerful then I was, with my power and you guys, we can take on almsot anything." Julia shook her head and said "Oh Fiora."
The four women eventually reached the oasis and were all quite eager to relax a bit. Sera starting exploring the area while the other three sat down under some trees. "Fiora, you must be hot with all that armor on." Laura said looking at Fiora. Fiora laughed and responded "Actually I'm not! Despite it's looks, these is extremely comfortable, got to love magic!" Not much longer after that, Sera returned and said "I found some water! Want to bath?" Julia and Laura both stood up fast, Laura said "Yes, I am quite dirty." Fiora grumbled a bit as the thought of removing her armor wasn't so great, but eventually decided to join the other's. They all reached the decent sized pool of water and striped down, including their soaked diapers as well. Fiora took her armor off, but kept it directly on the edge so it never left her sight. Laura and Sera began playing with each other a bit, touching each other's breasts and splashing water at each other with their wings. Fiora looked at Julia and thought "Perhaps I have spent too much time with those two Night Elves..." Fiora moved over to Julia and held her hand. "Julia... we were friends once, and the past day or so is making me miss that, would you be willing to go back to it?" Julia giggled and responded "Oh Fiora, of course I would! I never hated you, I just needed to do it, but now that I am kind of with you guys now, I have left that all behind." Fiora hugged Julia much to Julia's surprise. "You are not one for much affection Fiora, you were always obsessed with your work, what happened?" Fiora smiled "Seeing those two, they are so happy and are always having so much fun, it's brought me back to a time before the Scourge wiped out my people." Julia smiled and responded "I am glad you are not so bitter anymore... now if only we can work on that arrogance!" Fiora giggled and responded "That will take a lot of work I think." Both Fiora and Julia had a good laugh after that. Laura and Sera had calmed down a bit and be quietly washing each other. Laura looked at Fiora and Julia who were also washing each other as it was difficult to wash their own wings. "It's nice to see those two get along, I haven't seen Fiora this happy before." Sera smiled and responded "I know, it makes me happy to see it."
Julia and Fiora were washing each other when Fiora got quiet and said "There is someone watching us... I feel it." Julia also hushed up and said "I feel it to." The two signaled for Laura and Sera to come over. Before Fiora or Julia could say anything Sera said "We know... how do you want to proceed?" Fiora thought for a moment "Hmm... Sera, it's time to bring out your skills again. We will stay here while you locate them." Sera left the water and began searching for the person watching them, completely naked, she had no time to get her clothes. It didn't take Sera long to find them, it was a Human paladin. "What do you want?" Sera asked the paladin who was trying to hide. The paladin turned around somewhat shocked seeing a naked Night Elf standing in front of her and she responded "Uh, hello?" Sera sighed and said "Come on." Sera took the paladin down to the water where the other three had already come out and put some cloaks they had on to cover themselves. Laura handed Sera a cloak as well. Fiora walked up to the paladin and asked "Well, who are you and what do you want?" The paladin spoke up "My name is Alison, and I have been looking for you." Fiora chuckled and responded "Well you found us!" Alison still nervous continued talking "I came to help you." Fiora looked at Alison with a suspecious look "Help us? Care to mention how?" Alison started talking again "Most of you have been marked for death, with the exception of Archmage Julia, who is to be captured." Fiora shrugged and responded "And how is that supposed to help us?" Alison continued speaking "The Kirin Tor requested my order's aid after your... transformation, seeing as we specialize in fighting undead and demons." Fiora now taking Alison more seriously said "Go on." Alison continued talking "Several of us were sent to aid the Kirin Tor in their search, I was one of the ones sent to smite you, but I questioned what was going on, for some reason I felt there was corruption going on, and I don't mean you." Fiora continued listening. "I was with a group of Kirin Tor, but we were ambushed by a group of Horde and slaughtered, I umm... forgive the slang, bubble hearthed." Fiora, Julia, Laura, and Sera all started laughing. Alison continued speaking "Anyway, I came back here and waited at the Barrens, I had a strong feeling you would come here, and I waited so I could talk to you when the time is right... seems you found me first." Sera interrupted and said "What do you want to talk about?" Alison replied "While I am not fond of siding with... things containing fel magic, I have the strongest feeling that you guys are innocent of what they have claimed, and that I should help you." Fiora sighed "What have they claimed about me?" Alison quietly responded "They claim you have escaped prison and gained demonic powers and have corrupted Archmage Julia along with a few other unnamed women, and they say you are planning something terrible." Fiora still sighing replied "First up, I never escaped, I was freed by these two, one of which they know the identity of but they convienantly forgot to mention because they actually sent her, regardless. Second up, they are right about me gaining demonic powers, but I'm no agent of the Legion if that's what they think. Thirdly, Julia did this on her own, I might have encouraged it a bit, but she was the one to make the descision. And fourthly, we are just on a quest for power, I have no plans to do something terrible. This whole thing is a result of some corrupt people who wanted to use me." Alison responded in a more confident voice "I believe you, but that's won't change anything for them." Fiora smiled and put her hand on Alison's shoulder "What are you going to do?" Alison thought "Well I am not going to help them, and they will get the truth out via magic if I don't tell them anything, so my choice is to run away on my own, or ask you if I can come with you." Fiora smiled and replied "I am fine with it so long as I don't hear any complaints about how we are." Alison noded and replied "I'll keep quiet, thank you."
After the conversation, the group noticed night was nearing. Alison yawned "Ugh, time for some sleep." The rest of the group looked at her and Sera said "We are traveling at night now, at least while we are in the Barrens." Alison groaned and responded "But I spent so much time and energy just getting here, I need sleep." Fiora thought for a moment and spoke up "We need a few minutes to get ready, but we need to keep moving, you can sleep for around five or so minutes then we need to go." Laura thought for a bit and said "I remember there is actually another oasis further south, it should only take about an hour or so to reach, think we can stop there for a bit Fiora?" Fiora said "Very well, think you can reach that Alison?" Alison noded and responded "mhm" before dozing off. "I am sick of being naked under these cloaks, let's change and gear up!" The other three all agreed. Each woman pulled out their next personal dry diaper. Sera and Laura exchanged theirs so they could diaper each other, and much to the groups surprise handed Fiora her own. Fiora just smiled and took it passing her own to Julia. All four proceeded to change each other in to fresh diapers, much to their delight. Fiora ran over to her armor and touched it and it put itself on her. The other three put their own clothing on as well. Sera playfully yanked Fiora's tail to get her attention. "What is it?" Fiora asked. Sera grinned "Want to make a few diapers for her?" she said as she pointed at Alison sleeping. Fiora grinned back "It will only take three or so minutes, why not?" Fiora pulled out the last bit of cloth she had and began weaving two new diapers. Julia, who had now gotten quite used to having wings stretched them and looked at the Night Elves and said "How do you two feel about all this? I mean, your kind is very I guess anti-fel is the best way to put it." Laura responded "I kind of left my kind recently, I never fit in well and was always getting in trouble for not following traditions, the outside world always appealed more to me." Julia noded and looked at Sera "And you?" Sera smiled and responded "I don't know, it happened and I don't feel bad about it." Fiora spoke up directly after "All done!" she said. She held up the diapers and put them in her bag "Go wake up sleeping beauty, we are heading out."
After waking Alison, the group moved out. Alison yawned "How long do you think it will take to reach the oasis." she asked. Laura responded bluntly "About an hour or so." Alison rubbing her eyes responded "Oh yeah you had said that." The group continued walking for about twenty minutes. "I need to pee, hold up a sec!" Alison who was now more awake and fidgeting said. Fiora continued walking "We are already behind enough, no stopping, just hold it." Alison grumbled and continued walking. Nearly ten minutes had passed when Alison asked "How much longer?" now extremely desperate. Laura, still walking, responded "We are about half way there now." Alison responded in a loud tone "ONLY HALF!?" Laura responded "mhm". Alison barely being able to contain herself said "If we don't stop I am going to piss my pants!" Fiora who continued walking responded "Very well then, piss yourself, we don't mind." Alison shocked responded "WHAT!?" The others continued walking ignoring what she said. Alison ran up to them as she had fallen behind slightly. She looked down and said "Oh no!" as pee started dribbling down her legs. Alison had peed for about a good minute all while trying to keep up with the rest. Julia noticed her wet pants and said "Are you alright?" while attempting to keep from laughing. Alison who was crying slightly responded "I'm fine.. *sniff*" Sera went over to Alison who fell to the ground from the embarresment and lack of sleep and picked her up, with no trouble at all due to her enhanced strength. "Hold on to me." Sera said as she maneuvered her tail and wings to form a place for Alison to sit on her back.
The group continued walking, save Alison who Sera was holding. They had reached the oasis. Julia looked in to the distance and said "We can probably reach Thousand Needles, Alison is sleeping, so there isn't much need to stop." Fiora thought a moment and responded "Good idea." Sera paused and spoke up "Well... I would like to stop a sec, to have a little fun." Fiora grinned and replied "Be quick!" Sera who had an extremely pleasured look on her face responded "Almost done Fiora." Julia spoke up "We should all probably pee before we head out." Fiora and Laura noded in agreement. There was a rather loud hissing noise from the three of them. Fiora sighed in relief while she was wetting her diaper "ahhhh..." Laura giggled while she wet her's "hehe..." Julia kept quiet with her eyes closed and smiled. Fiora in a much happier voice asked "Is everyone done?" Julia still smiling said "Almost!" The Elves waited for about a good twenty seconds before Julia said "There, done." They all began walking again and Fiora looked at Julia and asked "How on earth did you pee that much?" Julia grinned "Oh, just had a little fun with conjuring." Fiora laughed "You conjured water... in your bladder?" she said. Julia noded and responded "It was nice, but meh, not really the same, I probably won't do it again." The group continued walking, now quite near to thousand needles. |
The group had finally reached Thousand Needles. Fiora looked out at the spires of rocks sticking up "We should camp on one of those." she said as she pointed at one of the spires with a relatively flat surface. Julia looked at the gap "Umm Fiora, how do you plan on crossing this gap?" Fiora grinned and responded "Like this!" Fiora ran towards the gap and lept off extending her wings and using them to glide the rest of the way towards the spire. Fiora from the other said yelled "Your turn guys." Julia, Sera, and Laura all looked at each other before shrugging. Julia was the next to leap over, followed by Laura. Sera took Alison in her arms and proceeded to do the same. Sera had a rough landing due to having to carry Alison. "Yikes!" she said as she stumbled back a bit. Alison shook up by the jump woke up "What... Wha? Why are we up here?" she exclaimed. Fiora responded "This is a good place to rest, it will be difficult for anyone else to reach up here. Alison looked over the edge and turned around and ran to the center of the platform. Sera laughed "Ah you will be alright." she said. Alison looked at her pants, now dry, and said "I can't believe I did that... YOU did that!" Fiora smiled and replied "Well we had to keep moving." Alison got up "That's BS, we were walking, if we needed to keep moving, we would of been going faster, I was too proccupied to notice it then!" Fiora laughed "Alright alright, I'm sorry, I just thought it would be funny." Alison grumbled and sat down. Just then Laura exclaimed "Woah I forgot!" The rest of the women turned around and looked at Laura, who had pee dribbling down her armor. Sera giggled before saying "Yeah I suppose we hardly even notice anymore..." Julia spoke up "I suppose we should change, it's been awhile." A really confused Alison slowly asked "Umm... what exactly is going on? Fiora turned and grinned before saying "Oh you will see soon enough..." Alison still confused remained quiet and waited for whatever Fiora was talking about. Fiora opened up her bag and pulled several new diapers out "Here we go" she said to the others. Alison somewhat shocked spoke up "YOU WEAR DIAPERS!? ALL OF YOU!?" All the women turned to her causing Alison to get an awkward look. Fiora spoke up "Yes, we do, is that some sort of problem?... well?" Alison who seemed to have a difficult time responding to the intimidating Fiora responded "Umm... it's just... you are all adults, and the thought of you wearing diapers is really weird..." Sera interrupted and said "They feel nice, and are *really* convienant!" Fiora started putting a diaper on Julia when Julia smiled and said "Indeed they are... I was kind of how you are now, but I tried them and actually liked them!" Sera removed her pants and lied down so Laura could change her and said "Actually I was the one to get them in to them... I used to wear them on missions that didn't give me many chances to relieve myself... but I eventually liked the feel and convienance of wearing them so I do all the time now!..." she paused before continuing "Want to try one?" Alison with a shocked look replied "Hell no!" Julia, now done being diapered, walked over to Alison and put her hand on the shoulder "If you are going to travel with us, I highly recommend you do."
Alison replied "Fine!" in a reluctant tone before continuing "But I'm not letting all of you put it on me!" Fiora walked up and handed Alison a diaper "No problem at all, we will turn away and Julia will diaper me and Sera can diaper Laura..." Alison grabbed the diaper and walked off somewhat annoyed. Sera and Julia both got new diapers getting ready to diaper Fiora and Laura. Julia started diapering Fiora, but Julia was stopped by Fiora. "Actually... I want to do something Julia, give me that please." Fiora said. Julia handed her the diaper. Fiora taped the diaper up by her feet, as if she was wearing it and pulled it down. Fiora grinned and a hissing sound soon followed. The other three women watched somewhat shocked as Fiora pissed in her diaper, while standing, while it was at her feet. Fiora finished and pulled it up "Ahhhh!" she said. Laura, Julia, and Sera all looked at her. She looked back at them "Come on, you did it once, I have been wanting to try it, plus you can't say you that didn't look pleasurable." The three all responded akwardly "Yeah, oh yeah, I guess, I suppose." Fiora looked around as she pulled up her wet diaper "Well whatever. I wonder how our paladin friend is doing." Only a few seconds after saying that, Alison yelled "Done!" Sera smiled at her "Well?" Alison paused before replying "Well it feels alright I guess, but I don't think I can get used to it." Laura spoke up "Actually you will, trust me!" Alison looked downward "Maybe..." she responded. Fiora looked around "Night will come in a few hours, we should get ready to move out." Alison sighed "I'm tired, I don't have the energy you do." she said. Fiora grinned "Want it?" she asked. Alison got a look of dread on her face "Are you asking me if I want to become a demon?" Fiora took the final vial of the fel energy she had out and said "You won't become a demon, just partially one, and you will be more powerful and have the energy to keep up with us no problem." Alison trembled "This goes against everything I stand for, I shouldn't do this." Fiora smiled "You want to though." Alison still scared replied "Yes..." Julia spoke up "You already disobayed your order and can't go back, why not?" Alison thought for a moment and responded "Yeah, but still..." Fiora grinned "Look our quest has room for five people, I was hoping you were willing to be the fifth after you said you were coming with us." she said. Alison looked at Fiora "Elaborate" she said. Fiora laughed "Very well, I am on a quest for power." Fiora paused and pointed to Julia, Laura, and Sera "These three have decided to go along with me, there were five vials of the fel energy, we each drank one, I got one left right here." Fiora continued. Alison now slightly calmer continued listening to Fiora. "We are also collecting artifact armor, the very armor I wear is one such, there is still four more, each of my friends gets one, leaving one left. It's yours if you commit to our journey." Alison thought for a moment and reached out for the vial from Fiora. Fiora smiled, her fangs qutie visible, and said "Here you go." Alison slowly took the vial and with extremely shakey hands opened it. She lifted it up and after a few seconds of waiting downed it. The rest of the group clapped for her. Alison still shaking asked "So umm... when do I... umm... grow?" Fiora giggled at the similarities between Alison's questions to Julia's when she first got it "It took me, Sera, and Laura about two days, and Julia only a few hours." Alison quietly responded "Alright". Julia thought for a moment and said "Maybe I can accelerate it, if you wanted that Alison." Alison responded "Yes, I just want to get it over with." Julia thought for a minute or so before saying "I've got it!... I can cast an arcane spell to imbue with power for a short time, perhaps it's enough for it to grow." Alison noded and closed her eyes and said "Alright, do it." Julia the spell she mentioned on Alison. Alison got a rush of energy followed by some pain where the demonic features would come in. Alison on the ground said "Do you see anything!?". The other four looked on as her skin darkened and developed runes. Her breasts grew larger. Horns grew from her forhead and her canines extended forming fangs. Wings shot out of her back, as did a tail. She soon calmed down and and sighed. Alison looked up and asked "Did it work?" Julia smiled then pointed and said "Look!" Alison turned her head seeing she now had wings." Alison breathed a sigh of relief. Sera said "How do you feel?" Alison was quiet for a moment and said "I think... I think I wet myself." The rest of the women giggled and Firoa responded "It's alright, it happened to us to... glad you decided to take our advice and wear a diaper?" Alison with an awkward look noded. Laura put her hand on Alison's shoulder and said "You will get used to it very quickly, and eventually like it." Alison smiled a lottle and asked "You think so?" The rest of them smiled back and Sera said "We know so!"
Some time had gone by and night approached. Fiora stood up and announced "We should get ready to go now!" Alison who had kept feeling her new features got up and said "I'm not even tired." Julia who had already gotten up responded "Nice, isn't it?" Fiora went to the edge of the spire and said "Well Alison, it's time to test out those new wings of yours." before she lept over and glided down. Alison walked over and concentrated a moment. The rest of the group watched her excitedly. Alison stepped back a bit and ran towards the cliff and lept over. She extended her wings and glided down just like Fiora had. Fiora grabbed her to prevent a rough landing and said "You learn fast." The other three all jumped over after Alison did. The group continued to jump from spire to spire until the reached the final one overlooking shimmering flats. Laura looked over the vast area of nothingness and said "Welcome to Shimmering Flats... not much to see huh?" Fiora looked over the edge and said "Well we need to get down there, think we can?" Before even saying anything Sera jumped over the edge and extended her wings using them to slowly fall downward. She landed on the ground with little impact and shouted up to the others "It's fine, come on down!" The other four proceeded to do the same.
After reaching the ground, the group started the unpleasent walk across the flats. "I am so bored." Julia said to the rest of them. Alison laughed "We should play a game." Julia now a little interested said "What sort of game?" Alison responded "Well, a reverse who can hold it the longest..." Sera, Laura, and Fiora also started listening. Fiora said "Not long ago you wanted nothing to do with our form of fun, now you are eager to join in?" Alison noded and responded "Well you guys have fun with it, I am already wearing a diaper, and I feel a lot more confident now." Fiora smiled and said "Go on." Alison continued speaking "We will change in to new diapers to all start equal, then we will not change them for a long time. The first one to leak is the winner!" The stared at Alison kind of shocked she would come up with something of that sort. Julia said "Your on... I won't cheat either." Sera, Laura, and Fiora also agreed to join in. Alison spoke up "Now we all need to pee before changing, so we all start equal." Julia exclaimed "Alright!" almost instantly after a hissing noise could be heard as Julia lifted her robe and looked downward. Fiora grinned and pulled her greaves and diaper down about a quarter the length of her legs and started wetting in it. Laura and Sera also began wetting themselves while giggling at each other. Alison concentrated, as she was not quite as used to intentionally peeing herself, but eventually she followed suit "Ahhhh..." she said. The group all got our their second pairs of diapers. Julia and Fiora diapered each other as did Laura and Sera. Alison diapered herself as she wasn't quite comfortable having another do it. They all stood up and smiled at each other. "We should continue now." Fiora said. The group began the dreadful walk through the Shimmering Flats once again. |
About ten hours had passed and the sun was rising. Julia conjured some water for the group as the flats were starting to get quite hot. All five had held themselves the entire time as they wanted a very large wetting, and they were all quite desperate. Julia who was squirming around a bit said "Well Alison, this certainly did make the trip more... interesting." Alison smiled and responded "Glad you liked it!" Fiora suddenly shouted "Fuck it!" before sighing in relief "Ahhhhh..." The rest of the group giggled. Fiora peed for almost an entire minute before grinning and saying "Ah, all done." The other four all looked at each other in their desperation and noded knowing just what the others were thinking. Laura, Sera, Alison, and Julia all proceeded to start wetting together. They wet for just as long as Fiora had. Fiora was a bit turned on by the whole event. All of them finished and Fiora said to them "That was hot... no pun intended, but we need to get going again." The rest noded and began traveling once more. Alison spoke up "That was a lot of pee, but the diaper feels like it can hold more!" Fiora smiled and said "It will hold at the absolute minimum three wettings, but can probably handle up to five without much trouble... maybe even more." Alison poked her diaper and said "Wow, that's impressive, I have a feeling the game will last a bit." Julia laughed "Yes it will!" Alison continued talking "I like that it retains the warmth to!" Fiora bowed and said "Magic can be used for more then just killing things!" The group all laughed and continued walking, now about half way through the flats.
After some traveling the group eventually saw a small settlement in the distance. Fiora turned to Laura and Sera and asked "Know what this place is?" Laura looked in the distance before responding "No I don't, but I don't know much about what has happened in southern Kalimdor in recent years, so it's probably been constructed recently." Alison moved next to Fiora and asked "Are we going there? I don't know how welcome we will be in our current state." Fiora thought for a moment "We will get closer and try to get a better look and see if it's a place we can stop at." she said to the group. The group walked through the flats for a little longer before reaching a point they could get a better view from. All five looked closer as the distance before Julia said "Doesn't look like it's Alliance... or even Horde, maybe we can stop there, and if we are unwelcome, we can always leave." Fiora who had also been looking responded "Sounds like a plan, lets head on over." With that the group continued on to the settlement.
Upon arriving the group walked in to the settlement, though they got dirty and awkward looks from some of it's population. Before too long a Goblin walked up and asked "Hello ladies! What are you here for?" Fiora looked at the Goblin with a suspecious look, for he didn't seem bothered with their demonic forms. "Where is "Here" exactly?" Fiora asked bluntly. The Goblin laughed and responded "This is the Mirage Raceway! Though we also get a lot of visitors seeking a break from the sun and heat." Alison sighed and spoke up "A break from the heat... thank the light." The Goblin waved for the women to head over and said "Come on, I'll take you to my boss." The group followed the Goblin. The settlement wasn't exactly a lovely looking place, filled with many Gnomes and Goblins working on various machines, crudely put together structers, and most basic design, but it was something at least. "You can meet him over there." the Goblin said as he pointed upward towards an area with some Goblins working on various machines.
All five women proceeded to walk over to the working Goblins. "Hello ladies! My name is Zamek What can I do for ya?" The women looked at each other with surprised faces before Fiora responded "Hello Zamek, we were passing by and needed to rest, and this was the only settlement anywhere near here. We were told you were the boss of the town." The Goblin laughed and responded "Boss? I wish, I'm just boss of the racing team here. This place doesn't have a boss, whoever said that probably wanted to get away from you as quick as possible." Laura spoke up "Probably... but why are you are talking to us without any trouble, I mean, we look kind of... evil, I guess you can say." The Goblin got a more serious tone and responded "Look around ladies, there are people of every race here, Humans, Goblins, Gnomes, Ogres, Dwarves, even a Night Elf! I would be lying if I said you didn't make me a little nervious, but as long as you don't cause trouble, I don't think anyone will bother you." Laura smiled and responded "I see, well thanks." After that the women took their leave.
Julia looked around a bit noticing there was almost no buildings, but mostly work areas and other things set up before sighing and saying "Looks like we are sleeping outside again." Sera giggled and responded "Oh well, but it's alright, you must be used to it at this point." Julia still with a disappointed look continued "Yeah I suppose so..." Fiora spoke up shortly after "We can only spend a day or so, then we need to move on." The rest of the group noded in understandment. Alison who had been looking at the race track said to the others shortly after "Can we at least watch a race?" Fiora thought for a brief moment and responded "Well if it happens within the next day or so, sure!" Alison smiled jumped up clapping in happiness. "Ahhhhh..." Laura suddenly said. The rest of the women looked at her and grinned. "Well Laura, having fun?" Sera said to her fellow Night Elf. Laura smiled and responded "Well I was going to hold it for a really big pee, but I was really in the mood to go." The rest of the group quietly laughed. Soon after that Fiora spoke up and responded "Well, I'll be holding it a bit more." Alison soon grinned after and said "Well I'm going to win..." The rest smiled and continued walking towards a shady area next to one of the buildings.
The group split up for the first time in a bit and explored the settlement. Laura hung out next to one of the buildings in the shade. Laura was quickly grabbed by Sera and pulled aside. "Shhh..." Sera quietly said as she put her finger to Laura's lips. Laura pushed it aside and whispered to Sera "What is it?" she quietly asked. Sera grinned and responded "Thanks to your earlier... pathetic, wetting, I don't see you winning, however, because of it your diaper is currently the most soaked still... want to help me win?" Laura smiled and responded "Are you asking what I think?" Sera grinned and responded "If you mean exchange our diapers, then yes! My next wetting will be sure to make yours overflow!" Laura smiled and said "Wearing yours would be really hot... I love the idea of it!" Sera noded and responded "Me to!" The two Night Elves proceeded to change each other in to each other's diapers. "All done!" Laura said excidedly. Sera poked Laura's extremely wet diaper she now wore "I'm going to win for sure!" she said with a huge grin. Laura looked around and said "We should return before the others get suspecious." Sera noded and the two walked back to the area next to the building they were staying at.
Alison returned to the area the group was staying at and said to Laura and Sera "Find anything interesting? This place doesn't have much outside of the races." Laura responded "No, nothing of interest." Sera giggled and said nothing. Shortly after Julia came back and said "Nothing to do here really, I wonder when the next race will be." Fiora finally returned and said "I was talking to the race master and the next one is tomorrow morning, so we can spend the night and watch it, but we should probably leave right after, around noon." The rest of the group agreed and they all sat down next to each other and began talking. "So Alison, what exactly is your story?" Fiora asked. Alison, now fidgeting a bit, responded "You know I am a paladin, but I only became one recently. I wasn't serving in the military for the first or second wars, and barely did in the third. I helped at the town church where I grew up, but wanted to help the soldiers during the wars, but was not old enough." The rest of the women sat quietly listening. Alison continued speaking "By the time the third war started, I finally was old enough to actually help in the war, but being so young I was kept in the back lines and only healed wounded soldiers who returned from battle. I was glad to do it, but I wanted to help and protect more. The Scourge was not a normal foe..." Alison fidgeted some more before continuing "After Lorderon fell to the Scourge, a lot of us needed to leave, most of us headed south to Stormwind which had recently recovered from their defeat in the first war. Stormwind was searching for all able bodied men and women to help restore their military which had almost all been wiped out in the first war. It was at this point I decided to help." Julia spoke up and asked "What made you choose to become a paladin?" Alison looked at Julia and responded "Well, for a year or so I was just helping the church, but one of the higher ranking priests knew how much I wanted to help in actual battle, and he recommended I persue that path, my skills with the holy light would easily allow me to be recruited, and I could be trained in battle. So I did, and I trained for several years and finally graduated around six months ago."
Alison paused before saying "I can't take it anymore!" she stood up and a faint hissing noise started. The rest of the women laughed and giggled as they watched. Alison who had now finished wetting herself sighed and said "Still no leaks..." Fiora continued laughing and said "I made them strong ha!" Sera grinned and stood up "I bet they are not strong enough for me!" she said as she began wetting herself. Like Alison, a hissing noise started coupled by a dark wet patch growing on her tight leather pants. Laura watched attempting not to grin. The rest watched with a surprised look. Fiora and Julia both began wetting themselves as well to see if they leaked, which they didn't. Fiora walked up to Sera and said "Guess you win Sera." Sera smiled and said "Thanks!"The whole group giggled.
The sun began setting and Fiora said "Maybe we should rest for the night, I think we are no longer in immediate danger, and it would make traveling a little easier." Julia looked at Fiora and said "I'm fine with it." before turning and saying "You alright with that?" to Alison, Laura, and Sera, all of which were fine with. Fiora stretched her arms and wings "I know we don't need much sleep, but if we are starting a new pattern tomorrow, we should probably get some before morning." The other four women all agreed. "Should we change before we go to sleep?" Alison asked everyone. Julia spoke up "It's much darker now, it would probably be easiest to hide now." Fiora and the two Night Elves agreed. Julia layed down so Fiora could diaper her "This is quite wet Julia!" Fiora said as she giggled. Julia laughed "Well we were trying to make them leak!" she said. Fiora pulled the second diaper out of Julia's bag and began putting it on her "All done!" she said. Julia got up and pulled a diaper out of Fiora's bag "Your turn!" she said. Fiora slide her hand across her armor before saying "I kind of don't want to actually..." Julia got a suspercious look and said "Just take off the legpaltes slightly... you don't need to take it all off." Fiora looked downward and noded before unstrapping several legplates then laying down. Julia proceeded to change Fiora's diaper as Fiora had done to her. "Done! You can put your armor back on!" Julia said to Fiora who quickly did as instructed.
Only a few yards away, Shandris and Laura had been changing each other. Sera had already changed Laura and was laying down to be changed herself. Laura took off Sera's diaper and giggled before putting it in her own bag. Sera gave Laura a descreet high five and they both giggled. "They had no idea!" Sera quietly said. Laura only grinned in response. "All done!" Laura said as she finished diapering Sera shortly after. Sera stood up and patted her behind and smiled. Alison spoke up "That's all well and good, but what about me?" Julia turned and said "Chill out!" as she pushed Alison down and pulled her pants down. Alison smiled and layed there is bliss. Julia changed Alison as she had Fiora and said "Done! Just cool it!" Alison laughed as she felt her pants. After changing, the group layed down to get some sleep. Sera and Laura layed down together and wrapped their wings around each other and hugged and kissed a bit before going to sleep. Alison watched and walked over to Julia who was laying down and tapped her. "What is it?" Julia said in an annoyed voice. Alison rolled her back to the ground and wrapped her wings around her. Julia quite shocked exclaimed "What are...!?" before calming and finishing "Heh... what the hell, seems like fun." She proceeded to wrap her own wings around Alison forming the shield-like posistion Laura and Sera had. Fiora watched Julia and Alison and chuckled and smiled before saying "Have fun you two!" Both Julia and Alison peeked their heads out at Fiora and Julia said "Umm, you can join in Fiora if you would like... I am not sure why, I have just never felt so alive before!". Fiora grinned and responded "It's your powers I am sure, but about your offer, I am fine thank you. I don't want to remove my armor." Julia and Alison resumed their fun for two or so minutes before they too went to sleep. |
Next part, also a demon Julia pic I made...
http://imgur.com/pGYcYxp
The sun had come up and Laura was the first to wake. She stretched her arms and wings and yawned, exposing her fangs. After stretching she quickly looked down and poked her diaper, and much to her delight, it was considerably soaked. Fiora was the next to wake, though she merely sat up and fanned her wings. Laura in a giggling tone asked Fiora "So Fiora, did you wet yourself last night?" Fiora grinned and replied "No... but I am right now!" Laura watched Fiora, who had both a relieved and aroused look on her face, soak her diaper right in front of her. Shortly after Fiora had finished wetting herself, Julia woke up. Laura eagerly asked Julia "Julia, did you wet yourself in your sleep?" Julia poked her diaper, which was still dry "No, I will later." she replied. Alison woke up next, and was asked the same question "No, I didn't." she replied to Laura. Finally Sera awoke, Laura wasted no time asking "Did you wet yourself Sera?" Sera got a disappointed look on her face "Laura, I have been wearing diapers longer then anyone else here, what kind of question is that? Of course I did!" she replied. Roughly one second after, Sera burst out laughing to which the others joined in as the got ready for the race and eventual traveling shortly after.
All five women searched for a spot to watch the race from, though the only remotely decent spot they could find was some old poor quality bleaches. They all sat on them waiting for the race. "The race should start in around five minutes." Fiora said to the rest of the group. Laura chuckled and pointed to the bleaches on the other side of the track "All the other spectators are on that side... nobody wants to sit with us." she said. "I don't care, as long as we are together." Sera responded. "Oh I don't mind eitehr, I just thought it was funny." Laura continued saying. The group continued talking for a few more minutes "Shhh... the race is starting." Fiora said. A blonde haired female human is extremely short pants walked to the center of the track in front of the lined up races. She started a countdown "Three... Two... One... Go!" she said as she waved her flag. All of the racers, about three on each team, took off. The Goblin racers shot out ahead much quicker, but the Gnome racers slowly started gathering speed. Before too long they had all left sight.
"This kind of sucks..." Julia said as she was looking off in to the distance attempting to see the racers. Fiora thought for a moment "I have an idea!" she said as she walked over to a nearby building. The rest of the group watched as she stretched out her wings before flapping them and jumping to the top of the building. "I can see the whole track from up here... come on up!" she said to the others. The others followed her up, though Alison had a little trouble at first as she was not quite fully used to her wings yet. After a couple tries Alison finally reached the top and sat down beside her friends. "This is much better." Julia said in a cheerful tone. Fiora noded and responded "Indeed" Laura looking off in to the distance at the racers who were about even now asked "So which team do you want to win?" Alison quickly spoke up "The Gnome team!" she responded. Sera thought for a moment "It might be odd, but actually the Goblin team." she replied. Julia didn't waste much time thinking "Gnomes" she replied. "Goblins... you Laura?" Fiora replied in a stern tone. Laura thought for a moment and responded "Gnomes I suppose."
The group watched as a few laps had passed. Alison who had started to fidget during that time was now doing it a lot more. Fiora grinned "How you doing Alison?" Alison in a desperate toen responded "I need to pee." Julia laughed "Use your diaper... that's sort of the point." Alison smiled and responded "I wanted to see if I could make it through the race before I wet myself... though I don't think that will be happening." Laura was the next to speak "Just go then! No sense being uncomfortable if you can't make it anyway." Alison thought for a moment "Your righ... ahhhhhh..." she responded. Alison still quite clearly wetting herself said "I need to thank you Sera... I was just thinking, I would have to miss some of the race if I didn't have on a diaper." Sera giggled "I know, its' great isn't it." Alison now with a look of relief said "I'm all done!" Fiora pointed to the race track "They are approaching the last three laps." she said. All five women stood up and started paying closer attention to the race.
A Goblin racer was in first place, followed by one of the Gnomes, then another Goblin, then Goblin, then Gnome, and finally the last Gnome. "Looks like the Gnomes are done for!" Sera chuckled. "How is the race scored anyway?" Laura asked as she watched the racers reach the final lap. "I am not one hundred percent sure, but if I recall from earlier, first place scores ten points, with each place after that having two less and last place having one." Fiora responded. Sera in an smug tone said "If it stays how it is, the Goblins have twenty points! More then enough!" Laura, Julia, and Alison all cheered on the Gnomes in hope of some change by the time the lap was over.
"KABOOM" An explosion sounded as one of the lead Goblin's rocket engine's ropes snapped and it went flying off in to the distance. The racer's other engine was out of control, but he eventually cut the rope seperating his cockpit from the out of control engine causing it to slide across the sand. The rest of the racers crossed the finish line and the Gnome team came out triumphant. Julia, Laura, and Alison cheered, Fiora and Sera gave a reluctant clap. "Well that was fun!" Alison exclaimed. "Indeed it was... but we should get ready to go." Fiora replied. "And we should get ready fast!" Julia said as she pointed off in to the distance. Fiora looked over "The Kirin Tor pursuit force? They have gotten much closer due to our distraction from the race... I think we have ten minutes until they reach here." she said. Laura and Sera already started walking south and Alison quickly ran after them. Fiora thought for a moment, which Julia noticed. "What is it Fiora?" Julia asked. "I want thinking of maybe slowing them down a little." Fiora responded. Julia got a concerned look on her face "Please don't do anything... bad." she said. Fiora turned and chuckled "Don't worry, I won't." she replied. Julia noded and ran after the others.
Fiora stood there and thought to herself "Hmm... frost nova seems like the best bet for something like this... but in this heat? Not to mention they could melt it with fire spells." Fiora continued thinking "I wonder..." she thought to herself. Fiora held her arms up and began casting an frost nova spell, but not a standard frost nova spell, one she infused with the fel energy she posessed. "This should give the ice the unnatural stregth to last a bit..." she thought to herself before running off to catch up to her friends. Fiora caught up with the rest of the group shortly. "What happened?" Julia asked. Fiora smiled "I used a frost nova spell!" she replied. Julia got a puzzled look and said "From that range? Impressive... it must be our powers, but that will not last long at all in this heat and with their fire." Fiora grinned "I infused it with fel energy, strengthening it considerably, I bought at least thirty minutes." she replied. "Well thats good!" Alison said aloud.
The group continued traveling through the desert. "I am so fucking hot!" Sera yelled aloud. Laura laughed a little and said "Tight leather black clothing, I would imagine you are dying!" Sera got a frustrated look "Then I am getting rid of it!" she yelled as she began taking her clothes off. Laura was a little turned on after seeing the now nearly naked Sera with nothing on but her diaper. "And the diaper?" Laura asked. Sera breathing in some relief from the heat replied "That will come off shortly, I want to use it before then though." Laura noded and continued walking. "You are lucky Sera... I am covered in plate and can't carry a full suit of armor around like some leather clothes... I am dying in here." Alison said in a fatigued voice. Sera giggled "I'm sorry." she said. Julia looked at Fiora "You are covered in plate Fiora... how are you holding up?" she asked. Fiora grinned "I feel great, this armor keeps me cool in the heat... and I will assume warm in the cold." Fiora replied. "I am so jealous!" Laura, who was also dying of heat due to her heavy armor, said. Fiora chuckled and said "You will get one soon enough."
Only a few minutes later Julia took her clothes off as well. She stood still for a moment and looked down as her already wet diaper got slightly bigger. She giggled and blushed "Whoops!" she said. The rest of the group laughed a bit and continued walking. Only about one minute later Julia took her soaked diaper off as well "Ahhh! That's wonderful!" she said. Alison and Laura both scowled in jealousy. Sera giggled and said "I want that to... but first I need to do something." The rest of the group watched knowing full well what Sera wanted to do first. The ever so delightful hissing noise started followed by a naughty grin on Sera's face. She peed a lot, to the point a small amount came out the side of the diaper and trickled down her legs "Ahhh... that was lovely!" she said before removing her diaper. "Well... we should get back to traveling, I am sure the Kirin Tor are still following us." Fiora said as she started walking again.
"We should probably run I think... it would be faster, plus we have the energy to keep it up thanks to the... powers, we have." Alison said. "The heat would do some serious damage, especially to you with that gear on. We need to travel steadily and safely" Fiora sternly responded. Alison noded in understandment. The women got most of the way to Tanaris, as the mountains seperating the two deserts were near. "Seems we are close." Julia said while looking around in other directions. "I am glad... I am sick of this place." Sera said after Julia spoke. "Well, we are going to another desert, so it won't change much." Fiora said in response to Sera's comment. Sera sighed "Yeah, well these giant scorpions and basilisks are creeping me out, so if only just that." she responded. "I would imagine there will be more in Tanaris" Julia said casually. Sera got an annoyed look "Don't ruin it!" she said to Julia. Laura looked further ahead "I can see the mountain path!" she said aloud. The rest of the group looked and saw it as well and started running a bit despite the heat. Eventually they reached the pass, which wasn't that large as the mountains seperating Tanaris and the Shimmering flats were more like hills, though too steep to climb. All five women proceeded to start walking up the path together. |
The women had finally reached the border of Tanaras. "Tanaris at last!" Sera said in an excited tone. The group continued walking and approached the peak of the path, and off in the distance, the Goblin town Gadgetzan was visible. "Should probably put your clothing back on, we are going to a town after all." Laura said to Sera and Julia. Fiora pulled out her robes unfolding them getting ready to put them on before she spoke up "We should probably change actually, it would be much easier since most of us are already undressed." The rest of the group agreed and all took out their alternate diapers. The diapers had dried and cleaned themselves as designed and were ready to be worn, and eventually wet in. Laura changed sera as usual, before taking off her gear and laying down for Sera to do the same. Fiora and Julia changed each other as well, both having a little fun tickling the other during the process. "Fiora, I was kind of curious if you could make a diaper I can kind of just pull up and down like underwear." Alison asked before she layed down to be changed. Fiora taking Alison's alternate diaper and getting ready to diaper her responded "Why? We don't mind changing you at all." Alison continued speaking "Well you guys change each other quickly, but then you all have to wait on me..." Laura started speaking "We really don't mind Alison!" Sera soon followed "Yeah it's no problem!" Alison smiled "Yeah, but I would like something for that at least for the times we need to save time." she replied. Julia soon spoke up after "Sounds like it could be something we could all use." she said. Fiora thought for a moment before responding "Very well, I can make each of us a "Pull up" diaper next time we have access to extra cloth... it would be useful in a rush." Alison who had just finished putting on her armor responded "Thank you!" The group began walking to Gadgetzan to take a break from the heat.
The group walked in to town getting quite a few dirty looks. "I don't think they like us too much." Alison whispered to the others. Julia leaned over to Alison "Don't worry, these are Goblins of the Steamwheedle Cartel, they generally don't care who someone is so long as they are... profitable." she whispered back. Fiora who had overheard the conversation spoke up "Not to mention, the guards will attack anyone who starts trouble, so that Kirin Tor scum won't be able to do anything to us if they reach here... no offense Julia." Julia laughed "None taken, I am not really part of them anymore." she replied. A Goblin walked up to the group "Hello... ladies. Welcome to Gadgetzan... please don't cause any trouble." he said with an uneasy voice. "Don't worry, we might look like demons, but I assure you we are not with that scum." Fiora responded. The Goblin, still uneasy, replied "Yeah, well, just don't start anything..." before walking off. The group walked around town a little looking at the various places the town had to offer. "An auction house, bank, arena, plenty of shops and workshops, even an inn, this place seems to be doing quite well for itself." Julia said in a cheerful tone. "An inn!?" Alison said loudly. Julia now a little annoyed shushed Alison. Alison in a much softer tone responded "Sorry, but we haven't slept inside for awhile now, I was hoping maybe we could... Fiora?" Fiora though for a moment "Hmm... well if anyone has any gold to pay for it, as I have none as it was all taken away before I was imprisoned, then sure." Julia whiped out a decent size pouch "I got a decent amount." she said to the group. Fiora looked in the pouch and said "Well... that will be more then enough." she said in a surprised tone. All of the women started walking to the inn, all a little eager to not have to stay outside for a night.
After getting several beds for the night the group decided to check around town for a bit. "There is a lot to see here, we should probably look around." Julia recommended. "Sounds like a plan... just be careful, we are not the most welcome people here." Fiora responded. The group split up and went to different areas of the town. Laura was excited to try out the arena, as she hadn't had a good fight for quite some time. Sera, who went with Laura when the group split up said "Laura, be careful please." Laura smiled and responded "I'll be alright, I just haven't fought anything in a long time, it's really annoyed me." Laura stepped up to a Goblin who looked like he might be in charge of the arena "Are you the Arena Master?" she asked. The Goblin with a slightly suspecious look responded "I am, welcome to The Cage... were you interested in a fight?" Laura noded "Yes I am." she responded. The Goblin paused and eyed her figure "You certainly look capable... entry is five hundred gold." he said in a sly tone. Laura and Sera looked at each other "We can't ask Julia for it, she already spent gold on us..." Laura said to Sera. Laura turned back to the Arena Master "We don't have any gold... would you be willing to let me in for anything else?" she asked. The Goblin thought for a moment and looked around at people staring at Laura and Sera "Hmm... it seems you already have gathered attention, these people seem to want a fight... tell you what, if you somehow win, I will subtract seven hundred and fifty gold from your winnings, five hundred for the entry fee, two hundred and fifty for a personal cut... sound fair to you?" Laura who mostly wanted a fight responded "Alright, sounds good to me." The Arena Master interrupted Laura who was ready to walk in The Cage "However, if you forfeit, anything you have of value will be taken, and if you have nothing of value... the match will be to the death... show me something of value you can use as colateral." Laura thought for a moment and responded "I have nothing, I will fight a death match." Sera ran over to Laura "Please don't!" she said. Laura turned and looked at Sera "I can do it, I am sure I can handle anything this place can offer." she said before turning back and walking in to The Cage. "Let's make this interesting... perhaps a beast instead of gladiator?" The arena master mumbled to himself. Shortly after the Arena Master shouted "A death match will be starting in five minutes! Sarinexx will be fighting this challenger! Place you bets now!" Nearly five minutes had passed since Laura stepped in the cage. The arena master walked up and said "As soon as I leave this place your opponent will be brought in, I should tell you, everyone has bet against you... win this for the house and I will let you keep the entire reward and something special!"
The Arena Master walked out of The Cage shortly after that. Pretty soon some goblins brought in a rather large chained up sand reaver. Sera who was watching on looked at the sand reaver with a creeped out look "Careful Laura!" she said. Laura looked at the sand reaver who the Goblins were getting ready to unchain. "No gladiator... a beast?" she thought to herself. The Goblins reached the door and released the chains as the ran out and locked the door... Sarinexx was unleashed! Laura wasted no time attacking the Sarinexx, she lept over and began slashing, though it wasn't hurting the creature much due to it's powerful exoskeleton. Sarinexx attempted to impail Laura with it's powerful fangs. Laura dropped her sword and drew her shortsword and shield. She blocked Sarinexx's fangs, but it pierced her shield utterly destroying it. Sarinexx continued it's onslaught stabbing and slashing to no end. Laura however continued to dodge the creatures attacks. Sarinexx, now clearly angered, quit attacking and began kicking up a lot of sand on the ground causing a mini sandstorm within the cage. Laura's visibility was reduced considerably and she could hardly see anything. "Ugh, what am I going to do? I can't dodge this thing forever!" she thought to herself.
After another minute of dodging Laura got an idea "Aha... I can't believe I didn't think of it sooner!" she thought. Immediately after that she began flapping her wings blowing the sand away, angering Sarinexx even more. Sarinexx stopped kicking the sand up as it was no longer having much effect and instead sprayed webbing at Laura plastering her to the side of The Cage. Laura could not move her arms or legs, but her tail stuck out, so she quickly began moving her tail to rip apart the webbing allowing her to escape before Sarinexx reached where she was. After that Sarinexx ran straight up to Laura and began attacking directly once more, slashing and stabbing once again. Laura still could not deal with it's natural armor, but she couldn't forfeit, not that she wanted to anyway. After a few minutes on the defensive and taking some damage, Laura thought to herself "I wonder... I have used my demonic features to aid myself... I wonder if I can harness the fel energy I have within myself." as she got ready to go on the offensive. Laura began a slashing strike, and right before hitting Sarinexx, her sword became engulfed with green flames. The sword slashed through Sarinexx with almost no effort, causing it to scream in pain and go berserk. Sarinexx continued it's onslaught, but Laura dodged it's stabs and slashed off it's legs. Sarinexx was not done yet, for it could still slither through the sand quite well and it continued attacking using it's tail and bite. Laura rolled out of the way and jumped on it's back, where she stabbed it's head from above with a powerful strike. Sarinexx died instantly after that strike.
Some clapping ensued those who were spectating from outside the cage. The Arena Master entered The Cage and inspected the corpse of Sarinexx "Seems like we need to find a new sand reaver..." he said. He turned around and looked at the somewhat damaged Laura "You put up quite the show my... demon elf...?" Laura who was breathing hard laughed a little and responded "Call me Laura... and I am glad you liked the show." The Arena Master noded and shouted "Today's champion is Laura the..." Laura smiled and said "Fel Elf will do." The Arena Master continued "Laura the Fel Elf!" The crowd of onlookers hyped up after the fight cheered. Shortly after Laura stepped out of the cage. Sera quickly jumped in to Laura's arms "I was so worried!" Sera said. Laura giggled "You worry to much Sera." she replied. Sera leaned over and whispered in Laura's ear "I was so scared... I pissed myself... that creature scared me, but my fear of you dying scared me more." Laura giggled even more and replied "I didn't notice until now, but my diaper is wet... I am not sure if I was distracted or harnessing the fel energy had anything to do with it, but it happened either way." The two laughed a bit and began walking off. "Hold up there!" The Arena Master said as he ran up to them. Laura and Sera turned around "What is it?" Laura asked. "Well... to be honest, I am not supposed to let first timers fight Sarinexx, but the towns distain of your presence and the potential profit off it made me break the rules, but amusingly enough, you killed Sarinexx, something nobody else has done, most forfeit the fight or even fight to their death." the Arena Master said. "Well it was an... exhilerating... challenge to say the least." Laura replied. The Arena Master grinned "I made a lot of gold from losing bets... and I might be a greedy bastard, but I don't lie, so you will get a great reward!" he said. Laura got a look of interest and asked "Oh, what kind of reward?" The Arena Master threw Laura a bag of gold "This is one thousand gold... I'm not usually generous, but you won us a lot of gold and the crowd loved the fight despite losing a considerable amount of money." he said before pointing across the town and continuing to speak "Go to the forge, the guy there will give you the next part of your prize, I already told him you earned it." Laura noded and replied "Thanks!"
Laura and Sera began walking to the forge when Fiora, Alison, and Julia ran up to them. "We saw the fight... well at least the second half." Julia said to them. "Oh, well what did you think?" Laura replied. Fiora spoke up directly after "I think it was reckless and stupid..." she said in a stern tone "...but you needed it, plus it made me happy to see you tap in to your fel energy." she continued in a much nicer tone. Alison looked at Laura "You are wounded... let me take care of that." she said as she attempted to cast a healing spell. However, Alison's healing spell failed to cast. "What the hell!?" she said aloud. "You likely can no longer command the light in your current state... but you likely can cast your spells using your fel energy as a substitute." Fiora said to the somewhat upset Alison. "You think so?" Alison replied. Fiora noded "Yes, most certainly." she said. Alison concentrated for nearly a minute before her glowing green eyes brightened. She began casting a spell on Laura causing Laura's wounds to regenerate. "Seems it worked." Laura said feeling her healed skin. Alison breathed a sigh of relief "That took some time." Fiora smiled "It will come to you no problem with just a little practice." she said. Julia giggled and said "Fel Light perhaps Alison?" Alison giggled as well and replied "I guess that works!" Alison paused for a moment "I think I wet myself..." she said. Laura quickly spoke up "Yeah, when I unleashed my fel energy in the fight, I also peed myself." Fiora thought for a moment "Hmm... I wonder." she said under her breath. Quickly Fiora started casting a fel fireball spell on a nearby rock which exploded once hit. "My diaper feels a little wet now... odd, this is not something that happens in cases like ours." Fiora said, obviously curious. Laura laughed "Well I can't say I am disappointed!" she said to Fiora. Fiora noded her head "Indeed" she replied. "Why did this not happen until now?" Julia asked Fiora. "Think Julia, we have only ever used frost spells since our transformation." Fiora said to her. Julia thought for a moment "Now that you say it, I think you are right... I wonder." she said as she began casting a fel spell. "Fel Armor!" Julia said as she began spawning a thin layer of fel energy around herself. Julia finished casting and spoke up "Seems that causes it... my diaper is wet also." Fiora laughed "Well it seems there is even more incentive to use fel energy... just be careful please." she said to the others. "YOU are saying be careful?" Sera asked in a surprised tone. "Yes, I know what it's like." Fiora responded. Laura interrupted the conversation "Let's head and get my prize!" she said. The group all started walking with her towards the smith after that.
Laura and her group reached the smith "Excuse me... I was told to come here to claim a prize for winning in the arena." The Goblin smith looked up "Come with me." he said. The Goblin smith led Laura to a small building and unlocked the door. "In there are some of the best weapons I have ever crafted, and you can take any ones you want. This is the first time anyone has gotten completely free access... you can take several even, just don't empty us out and these are only for you." Laura noded and walked in the building. There was a large array of weapons, and a few shields. "Hmm... I wonder." she thought to herself. Laura eventually found some things to her liking. She picked out a large mace for crushing attacks, and a bow for ranged combat, as well as a shield for defensive combat, and finally, a one handed sword to be used with her new shield. She came out of the building "Done!" she said. The Goblin looked at her "Four things?... Quite the reward." he said as he locked the building back up. Laura returned to her friends and showed off her new weapons. "Those look awesome!" Sera said to Laura. Alison looked closer at them before saying "I agree!" Fiora and Julia looked a little less interested however "I'm sorry Laura, but weapons are not my thing... but I am quite happy for you!" Julia said to Laura. Fiora noded "Same" she responded with. Laura smiled before saying "There is one thing that would make this perfect... something I have missed for quite some time." The others were not quite sure what she was talking about, but they decided to keep quiet. Laura walked back over to the Goblin smith "Excuse me." she said. The smith looked up and with an annoyed voice responded "What is it now?" Laura quietly said to him "Do you think you could make a Moon Glaive?" The smith got a curious look "I never have before... there is no demand for them since they are so damn hard to weild." Laura smiled "Are you willing to?" she asked. The smith replied "Yes I will actually, but I will need something from you." Laura noded at the smith "What is it?" she replied. The smith thought for a moment "Two things, first is some things I will need to make it, as Moon Glaives have magical properties and standard metals won't do, and second, you might of won the arena but this is extra and seperate from your prize, so I will need some form of payment." he said in the typical Goblin greedy tone. Laura thought and said "Hold on." Laura went back to her friends who had been overhearing. "You guys okay if I do this? I mean, we are kind of on a timer aren't we?" Laura asked the others. Fiora put her hand on Laura's shoulder "We have been here almost a whole day, the Kirin Tor pursuit force will likely be here soon anyway, don't worry about it, I expected it once Alison convinced me to say yes to renting a bed at the inn, we will deal with it when the time comes." The rest of the group all put their support for Laura out. Laura noded and said "Okay!"
Laura returned to the Goblin smith and spoke to him "Very well what is it you need and want?" The smith grinned "I know Moon Glaives have magical properties, so we would need a metal with magical properties. I am not sure what Night Elves use for their's, but I have it and wouldn't know where to get it, but I can try using another... and what I want in payment is, hmm... another great arena match... it's winnings!" he said to her. Laura who was actually a little excited noded in agreement "Very well!" she said. Laura walked back to her friends "I need metal with magical properties and I also need to win another arena match." she said to them. Fiora quickly responded "There are a few, arcanite, elementium, fel iron and steel, adamantite, eternium, khorium, that's off the top of my head, I am sure there is more." Julia spoke up "Let's see what the auction house here has for sale!" The group proceeded to the auction house. Fiora asked the auctioneer what metals they had for sale, to which he responded "Over there" as he pointed in the direction of the metals. The group walked over and looked at the stack of ore and metal "Not much, but I think it will be enough." Fiora said to the rest. Laura looked at the stack and turned to Fiora "What kinds are here? I know various metals due to armor, but I am not really familiar with magical ones." she asked. "Excluding the normal kinds, some arcanite, fel iron, and adamantite." Fiora said as she inspected the pile. Laura sighed "What kind do you think? As I said I am not good when it comes to magic." she asked. Fiora without putting in any time to thought responded "Fel steel, it's simple enough to be made out of fel iron, and even though it is slightly weaker than adamantite from a magical standpoint, it will perform much better for you due to your fel energy." Sera spoke up after Fiora finished "We should probably ask the smith if he can craft fel steel." Laura quickly responded "Good idea! I'll go ask."
Laura returned to the smith. "Think you could make fel steel out of fel iron to make the Glaive?" Laura asked. The smith in an annoyed voice responded "If it's made the same way normal steel is made out of iron I am sure I can make it. Get me the iron and I'll start working on it. It's yours if you win the arena match tomorrow and pay me, but I have never crafted with it before, so I can't give any promises." Laura smiled "Thank you... umm?" she said hinting at wanting his name. The smith replied "Krinkle Goodsteel, and don't ask why it's so dumb, just call me Krinkle." Laura smiled again and responded "Thank you Krinkle!"
Laura returned to the auction house where her friends had been waiting. "He says he can probably do it." she said to them. "Probably?" Julia asked. Laura in a more serious tone responded "Yes, and I am willing to go with it." Julia pulled out her bag of gold and opened it to pay for the metal. "I got it!" Laura said as she took out the gold required from her winnings. "You already payed for the inn, plus this is for me anyway." she continued as she handed enough gold to the auctioneer. The auctioneer took it and said "Alright take the fel iron you payed for... and sweet job in the arena!" Laura laughed "Thanks!" she replied.
The group, all carrying some of the metal, returned to Krinkle with the lot of fel iron they bought. "Here you go." Laura said as she and the rest put the metal down next to Krinkle. Krinkle inspected the metal for a moment "Yeah I should be able to work with this, and it should be enough." he said. He picked up a piece and inspected it some more "I'll smelt the fel steel out of this today and begin crafting the weapon first thing tomorrow, by the time the arena match is done, I should have it finished." Laura smiled and responded "Thank you." before walking off with her friends.
"What do you want to do now?" Sera asked. Fiora thought for a moment "Perhaps we should just explore town, it is almost the end of the day." she replied. The women agreed and started walking around town. They got some dirty looks, but a lot of people seemed alright with them now. "I'm surprised how people have gotten used to us." Alison said as she felt one of her horns. "I think it's because they know we are not going to start anything, plus they already see countless races here daily, not to mention Laura is actually a little popular after the arena match." Julia said as walked with the rest of the group. "We should grab a drink... I am tired of conjured... no offense Julia." Laura said to everyone. Julia giggled and replied "None taken, I am as well." The group decided to head to a nearby tavern to get a drink. They stepped in and the atmosphere was pretty upbeat with lots of people, mostly Goblins, talking and drinking. "Nothing alchoholic, the Kirin Tor are close and if a fight breaks out, I don't want anyone to be intoxicated." Fiora said to the rest in a stern voice. They all ordered various drinks, after which they sat down and began drinking. "I am surprised the Kirin Tor are not here yet." Julia said to the rest of the group. "They might be waiting until night." Sera responded. Alison in a disappointed tone spoke up "Aww, I was hoping to sleep in a bed tonight." Fiora thought for a moment "You can, I'll stay up and watch for them, I have the energy to do it without trouble, if they show up I'll wake you up." she said. Alison smiled and noded "Alright! Thank you Fiora." she said. The group finished their drinks "I kind of want to do something "fun" right now." Laura said with a grin. The rest looked at her obviously a little excited "What?" Sera asked. Laura who was still grinning responded "Let's pee right here, nobody will know!" Sera giggled "Alright! We ahven't done it in a major crowd before!" she said. Fiora sushed Sera "Quiet!" she whispered.
Laura attempting to keep a straight face began wetting herself "Hehe... lovely." she whispered with a small grin. Sera who was also peeing at the same time whisped "Indeed!" Julia started as well "That is sooo nice!" she whispered. Alison who had been concentrating for awhile now started as well "Yay! I kind of hard a hard time with these people here, even though I know they can't see." she whispered in an excited tone. Fiora got a major grin as a hissing noise started. "Fiora!" Julia whispered. Alison got a worried look "I hope nobody hears you." she said. "Well i'm done now." Fiora replied as she moved her behind around keeping the wicked grin she had. "That was... thrilling, nobody knew what we were doing!" Laura said in a cheerful tone. "I know, it was indeed nice." Fiora said in a happy tone, something she didn't have as frequently as the others. "We should head to the inn, it's getting dark out." Julia said after looking in the direction of the front door. The group got up and walked out of the tavern and began walking to the inn. "Think our diapers can take another wetting? I would hate to make a mess in the inn while we slept." Alison asked. "Shouldn't have any trouble at all, they were made to handle three with no issue and can likely take more." Fiora responded to Alison's question.
Eventually the group reached the inn. Alison stepped in and saw there was no beds, but only hammocks. "Aww, no beds, why didn't you say Julia?" she said aloud. Julia in an amused tone responded "You didn't ask." The Goblin innkeeper walked up to them "If you don't like it, then sleep outside, no refunds." she said to the group. Fiora stepped forward "They will be fine." she said to the innkeeper. Laura, Sera, Julia, and Alison all picked a hammock to stay in and Fiora went back outside. "I'm a little sad I can't sleep with you." Sera whispered to Laura. "It's only one night, you will be fine." Laura responded. All of the women eventually fell asleep within the span of twenty minutes, all hoping the acursed Kirin Tor didn't show up.
"Rise and shine sleeping beauties." Fiora said as she smacked the other four. "Ugh... are the Kirin Tor here?" Laura still a little grogy responded. "They have been here for awhile now, but they were not causing trouble, so I didn't bother waking you until now." All four women woke up, rather quickly due to their energy. The group all stepped out of the inn seeing a dozen or so Kirin Tor waiting. "Well seems the party is all here!" the lead mage of the Kirin Tor said. "Hello to you to." Fiora responded. The lead mage looked behind Fiora at the other four, more specifically Julia. "Why Julia? You were well respected and quite skilled, why would you join this criminal and allow her to corrupt you?" the lead mage asked. Julia sighed "There was already corruption among the Kirin Tor, I would rather my body become corrupted then get dragged in to political corruption, and I made this choice myself, Fiora might of interested me, but she didn't force it upon me." she said to the mage. The mage in an annoyed tone responded "Somehow I doubt that..." Julia also a little annoyed responded "Believe what you want, but I have no regrets." The mage now with a more puzzled look asked "And why join her? You know her crimes, why would you join someone like that, I know you would never do something like that, at least you wouldn't before your corruption." Julia sighed again "I know the truth, she might be guilty of other things, but she is innocent of her accused crimes that landed her in jail in the first place. My transformation has nothing to do with what I believe." she replied. The mage now more annoyed responded to Julia "Well it irrelavent at this point, my job is to take Fiora and those working with her back, you can plead to the arch mages, who knows, perhaps they might listen." Julia shook her head "They didn't even before all this started, and I don't plan on going back and spending the rest of my life rotting in a dungeon, and even if I am not, I will not if my friends are." she said. "Bah, seems I can't reason with you." the mage said. The mage walked closer, this time turning to Fiora "I have made a deal with this town's leader allowing me to arrest you." the mage said as some of the towns bruisers surrounded the women. "I was hoping you would come with me freely, but it has come to this." the mage continued saying. Fiora got an angered look "I am never going back!" she yelled. "Seems we have no choice." the mage said as his group drew their weapons and got ready to attack.
Julia looked around "Fiora, I know we have gotten a lot of power, but a full pursuit squad and a large portion of the town's bruisers is a little too much for us." she whispered in Fiora's ear. "I would rather die then rot in jail, if any of you decide to surrender, it won't change what I think about any of you." Fiora said to the rest of the group. The group all noded at each other "We are with you Fiora!" Julia said. "Final chance!" the mage said. "We refuse to return." Fiora responded. The mage shook his head "ATT..." "WHOA! Hold on!" a voice said. The mage turned around and sitting there was the Arena Master with the town's leader. The mage annoyed once more asked "What is it now?" The Arena Master grinned "I have been talking with the boss for a bit, and presented him an idea he liked." he said in an excited tone. The Goblin boss stepped forward and motioned for some bruisers to toss an enormous bag of gold back to where the mage was and motioned for the bruisers surrounding Fiora and her friends to leave. "You two will be settling this another way." the boss said. The Arena Master stepped forward "You two will be settling this in The Cage." he said to them. "You can't be serious." the mage responded. "I am, and you will need to accept it or leave my town!" the boss said. The Arena Master continued speaking "Kill or subdue Laura and her friends you can take them no problem, we won't interfere, we will even make sure they don't pull anything outside of the ring." The mage now quite annoyed responded "I see no other choice, it would be a huge waste of time any other way." The Arena Master continued speaking once more "If you lose, we are taking anything of value you have and you will be leaving this town." he said. The mage quite angry now responded "Fine, I have no other choice!" he turned to his squad and motioned for them to head to The Cage. Fiora's group starting walking there as well. "How on earth did you convince the boss to give up one million gold!?" Laura whispered to the Arena Master. He laughed "He owed me a favor, saying he was not pleased is an understatement." he responded. Laura now close to the door asked him another question "Why are *you* doing this then? Where is the profit?" The Arena Master in a more serious tone responded "You put up quite the show, the town loved you, and besides... if they lose we get their one million gold anyway." Laura shook her head and walked in to The Cage.
Both groups were in the cage ready to fight each other. "This can't be happening." the mage said aloud. "I'll give the countdown until you start the fight. Whichever team dies or is incapacitated first, is the loser!" the Arena Master yelled. "Are you scared?" Sera whispered to Laura. "Actually... just a little." Laura responded. "For the first time, I am not at all." Sera responded. Fiora spoke to the group "They have six spell breakers... Julia and I can so almost nothing to them. Laura, Sera, you will need to handle them. Me and Julia will handle the mages, Alison, support where you can." she said. The Arena Master began shouting "Three... Two... One... FIGHT!"
Immediately the spell breakers ran to the women while four of the mages began casting various spells. The mage in charge began casting a blizzard spell over Fiora's group. Due to the spell breaker's extreme resistance to magic, the blizzard spell had no effect on them while still effecting Fiora's group. Fiora wasn't phased too much and began casting a fel flamestrike on the mages in the back. Laura and Sera cut the spell breakers off from reaching Julia who was casting her own blizzard on the mages. Alison started fighting the spell breakers as well, learning mid-fight how to use her use a fel variant of her old holy spells. While Fiora's group was outnumbered, their fel power put them up to par with the Kirin Tor squad. About thirty seconds in to the fight, the two mages who had stayed in the back casted an exorcism spell dealing much damage to Fiora. "WHAT!? They hid paladins as mages!?" Fiora screamed. The lead mage who had a smug look continued casting various spells and replied "We are prepared." Alison quickly began casting fel light and fel shock spells to heal her friends in trouble. "We need to stop the paladins." Laura said to Sera who were both still fighting off the spell breakers. Sera noded and turned to Julia "Julia, we might be able to get the paladins, do you think you can handle these guys for a bit?" Julia who had been hit by many spells already, though still managing well responded "I'll try, you need to stop them!" Fiora who had overheard them said "I'll protect her, I might be a mage, but my armor is stronger then anything a fighter would wear." Alison spoke up "I'll be here to!"
Shortly after Laura lept over to the paladins using her wings to get extra air. Sera couldn't use any of her abilities to sneak to the back thanks to the bright sun, but she followed Laura by leaping over. Sera stabbed one of the paladins in the back with a blade she coated with a sleeping poison. The paladin fell over and was knocked out. "That should last an hour!" Sera said. Laura had dealt considerable damage to the other paladin, to the point he was on the ground. Laura was about to finish him off when one of the other mages hit her with a frost spell freezing her in place. The wounded paladin got up and cast a powerful exorcism spell and a powerful holy infused slash on the frozen Laura dealing immense damage. Laura fell over dead. "LAURA NOOOOOO!!!" Sera shouted and entered a berserker rage. Sera quickly dispatched of the paladin who had killed Laura and the mage who froze her. The then eviscerated the sleepign paladin in rage before kneeling over next to Laura's corpse and breaking down crying.
Back at the other end of the arena, three of the six spell breakers and three of the four mages had been taken down and Julia was quite hurt. Alison had run out of mana and energy and was fighting without magic. Fiora was still going strong thanks to her major fel exposure and magic armor, though she was also low on mana and energy. The lead mage was incapacitated thanks to Fiora, though not dead. "AGH!!!" Julia screamed as Alison and Fiora turned around to see one of the thought to be dead spell breakers had gotten up and stabbed Julia in the back. "Alison, I will deal with the rest, go see if you can hardness some energy and heal her." Fiora said in an urgent tone. Fiora as stated began dealing with the rest. She destroyed the final mage with a powerful fel fireball spell, however, she couldn't do much to the spell breakers and started using her staff to whack them to the best of her ability. Her attacks dealt alright damage thanks to the strength she had, but wasn't enough to finish any of them. There was still three spell breakers, as the one that hurt Julia died from his wounds shortly after. While Fiora could still take quite a beating, she just couldn't deal enough damage to the spell breakers to finish them off. The final three spell breakers surrounded Fiora, and she was ready to continue fighting. When they went to attack her however, Sera attacked all three quickly from behind. One fell over dead and the other two were incapacitated. Sera in her rage was going to finish them off, but she was stopped by Fiora "Stop... they have lost." Fiora said. Sera calmed down and did as Fiora said. Alison came over and said two Fiora and Sera "I healed Julia with the energy I had left, she is stable and will make it." Fiora noded and walked over to the lead mage and undid her spell that was stopping him.
He got up and looked at Fiora "Well Fiora... seems we failed. Are you going to finish me?" Fiora sighed "No... I am NOT a murderer, now get lost, and take the two of your men who lived." she said. The mage reluctantly followed his instructions and opened a portal to Dalaran. The two wounded spell breakers walked through and the lead mage nearly did as well when Fiora spoke up. "And if you truly want to know what's happening... investegate, don't blindly follow what the higher ups say, their is corruption, likely not many, but some... now go." she said. The lead mage said nothing and walked through the portal that quickly closed after.
The crowd cheered though Fiora and the rest didn't care. Fiora and Sera ran up to Laura's body as Alison was watching over Julia who couldn't get up yet. Sera start crying once more, but was shocked at what happened. Laura started coughing up blood, glowing neon green blood. She opened her eyes and looked at Sera "Hello Sera!" she said in an extremely weak voice. Sera hugged her and said "I thought you died!" Laura laughed a little, a painful laugh "Did you really think the likes of them would stop me?" she said. "Alison get over here!" Fiora yelled. Alison ran over and looked at the extremely wounded Laura. "Tend to her." Fiora said as she stood up from her kneeling posistion. Fiora walked outside The Cage and turned to the Arena Master who was watching. He had an intimidated look on his face and she said "Thank you." He got a surprised look and responded "I thought you were going to kill me there! Thank you for what?" She smiled "You gave us a fighting chance and it saved us, we would of certainly ended up back in Dalaran or dead if you didn't convince your boss to handle the fight like that." she said after. "Yeah well umm... it was quite profitable!" the Arena Master awkwardly replied as he motioned for some of his workers to clean up the mess and scavenge the corpses."
Back in the ring Julia had finally gotten the energy to stand up. "How is she doing?" Julia asked Alison. Alison smiled "She will live." she said. Julia kneeled down next to Laura "How are you?" she asked. Laura smiled and with a playful voice responded "I think I wet myself." Julia sighed and responded "You can joke around once you recover, let's get you out of this hell hole." Alison and Sera picked Laura up and took her back to the inn, Julia followed. In the inn the innkeeper had set up a place to lay down on the floor "Here you go! Feel free to stay another night, free of charge!" she said. Alison and Sera layed her down and Alison continued healing her with what little energy she had left. Fiora walked in and looked at the sleeping Laura "Looks like we are staying a few more days." Fiora said. Julia responded "We all need to heal and recover, Alison can't heal as all after that, she needs to focus on Laura." Fiora looked out the door at nothing in specific "They will send more... but this will buy us a lot of time." she said. "We need to do something to handle this better." Sera said to Fiora. Fiora shook her head and said "Not sure we can do much other then get ready to fight again." The group all went to sleep shortly after that.
Gadgetzan disappeared in the distance, the women really were in the middle of nowhere. As far as the eye could see was nothing but sand with the occasional skeletal remains from creatures unfortunate enough to be caught out in the desert too long. "I am sick of the desert!" Alison said aloud. Fiora chuckled "And we still have to go through Silithus." she said in an amused tone. "ARG!" Alison grunted in an annoyed tone. "Hey, we are going through Un'goro, we could instead go through Uldum to reach Silithus if you prefer Alison." Fiora said. Alison took a deep breath "Of course I wouldn't prefer that, calm down, I wasn't bashing you over the route we are taking or anything." she said also in an annoyed tone. "Calm down both of you... the heat and sun is getting to us." Julia interrupted the starting to bicker Alison and Fiora. Fiora and Alison calmed down after Julia spoke up. "Laura, how are you doing?" Sera said in a slightly worried tone. "I am doing fine Sera, this heat might be awful, but I am just glad to be up and about outside." Laura replied with a smile. Julia smacked her behind "I will say, at least my nether region is quite cool, the frostweave is working wonders." she said. "It does, doesn't it?" Fiora said with a grin. The group continued traveling through the nothingness that was the Tanaris Desert.
Nearly eight hours had passed and the group still hadn't seen anything remotely interesting, dusk was approaching and the air was starting to get cold. "Got to love deserts... unbearibly hot during the day, freezing at night." Julia said in a disappointed tone. "Could we find a place to stay for the night?... I know we don't need to sleep daily anymore, but I still haven't fully recovered my energy." Laura said is a shy tone. "Of course Laura, no need to be shy about asking such things." Fiora replied. "I see a place that might be suitable over there." Julia said as she pointed in the direction of where she was talking. Sera got a depressed look "Your kidding right?" she said. "What is it?" Alison asked, curious about what Sera was displeased about. "It's a giant skeleton... like a dragon." Fiora said as she began walking in the direction of it. Alison was a little nervous of spending the night in the remains of a large creature, but she caught up with the rest of the group.
The group reached the skeleton. Fiora inspected it "Seems decent enough, though I am not sure just how much protection it will give, I would hate for a sandstorm or something to start." she said. Julia put her hand up "I got this!" she said as she produced walls of ice between each bone. Sera clapped as she jumped up and down "Yay! I would never of thought!" she said. "Hmm... an igloo... interesting, with how cold it is it should last through the night without much trouble." a quite intregued Fiora said. "What about a fire?" Alison asked. "We don't really have anything to fuel it." Laura responded. Fiora grinned "And I got this!" she said as she produced a ball of green fire in the center of the makeshift igloo. "An igloo in the middle of the desert, I would never of thought." Alison said while giggling a little. "I see you used fel fire instead of normal fire Fiora, anything fun happen?" Julia said with a sly look. Fiora grinned "Oh yes, and it felt great!" she replied. "I am going to sleep." Laura said as she layed down.
A few minutes had passed "I'm bored and not tired!" Sera said. "Yeah I am to, but we had to stop for Laura." an also quite bored Fiora replied. "Well, why not talk then?" Alison asked the rest of the group. Fiora looked at Alison "Is there something you wanted to say?" she said in a sly tone. Alison, now a little intimidated responded "Well, umm... Fiora, I was kind of curious what this whole quest or whatever is about, I sort of came in late and know the general idea, but not the full story... and the transformation we have underwent." Fiora smiled, a normal non-wicked smile, something she hadn't done for some time "Well the current quest started when Laura and Sera broke me out of prison, but my personal one started far earlier..." she said before pausing and watching the ball of fel fire she made for a few seconds.
"It should be obvious I am someone who seeks power, it became my main goal in life after the Scourge destroyed my home and killed everyone I knew. I was already a pretty skilled mage, but my skill wasn't enough to save anything I knew or loved. After the Third War and following mishaps most of my people traveled with Prince Kael'thas to Outland. We were, and most still are, addicted to magic, and with the Sunwell's destruction in the Third War caused us to experience withdrawel, so we turned to fel magic as a substitute. I won't lie, it was one of the greatest feelings ever... as you know, however our prince started turning down a darker path and a large group of us broke off and gave up the fel magic and returned home. Seeing my home in ruins was depressing and it was then I made the descition to become more powerful. My home had nothing left for me, so I decided the best course of action would be to see if I could join the Kirin Tor. I was not well recieved, but an archmage spoke out for me, and eventually I was allowed to join under very strict conditions. I was also under constant supervision, which I can't blame them for, however I was content... for awhile. I wanted to experiment with magic, learn new powers to unlock, but it was nearly impossible in my current situation. Eventually one day some strange fel magic was found, and the archmage who had spoken with me requested that I investigate it. I was quite surprised that after quite some time of being restrained, they would trust me with fel magic of all things, and I actually asked about it. The archmage told me that nobody else wanted to investigate it's properties and he knew how much I would be interested in it, as well as my personal experience with fel energy." Fiora sighed and continued talking.
"I worked with it for quite some time without much trouble, I learned it was a form of fel magic not derived from the blood of demons, but was a demon itself. Quite curious, despite being alive it wasn't sentient, I was really interested in it, perhaps too much so. Eventually my fel magic addiction resurfaced... I knew that I could not let it get the better of me. I sealed it in enchanted water to keep it in stasis and returned it to the archmage explaining I could no longer work with it. He told me he understood and that he would seal it in the dungeon. I kept thinking about it the next few days, I realized that this could very well be the power I was looking for, and I needed to acquire it. That night I snuck in the dungeon and took it and tried a few experements. I siphoned some of the energy and it felt quite nice, but I wanted to continue researching. I put one drop a rat to see what might happened, and the rat started turning in to a demon, but it's body could not handle it and it died mid-transformation. I was intregued and wanted to test it out on something bigger, but dawn was approaching and I would need to wait until tomorrow night. I studied things I didn't care about at the time to try and get through the day, which I did after what felt like forever. The next night I took it again and went outside Dalaran and tested it on a bear outside, surely that was a big enough creature. It worked and the bear got more powerful, but I realized after the fact that if anyone were to see the bear they would know something was wrong. I couldn't kill it though, it would leave traces of magic, and I was not physically strong enough to do anything about it, plus I am not fond of killing animals in the first place. I decided to polymorph it and put it in the dungeon, it would fit in with the other failed experements without any trouble, so I did just that. The next day my mind remained fixed on the fel energy, I thought what if it was used on a humanoid, I couldn't do that though, not on someone else, so I decided to try it on myself. I wanted the power after all, and I couldn't test it on someone, and if something bad happened, I would be taken care of quickly, but if it worked, I could escape." Fiora sighed and continued.
"That night I left my study to use it again and I was promptly arrested right as I stepped out the door. I thought they found the bear and learned it was me, but to my surprise it wasn't that. There was a murder, and traces of fel energy were found. They quickly assumed it was me, as I was the only one they knew that had used fel energy at some point in time. After that I was thrown in the dungeon and left to rot... until Laura and Sera got me out and we ran away. One of my other goals is to find the person or people who framed me." Fiora said in an angry tone.
Alison with a shock looked replied "Oh..." Laura got up "Quite the interesting story Fiora." she said. "You were supposed to be sleeping." Fiora replied. Laura giggled a bit "Well I heard the story and had to stay up to listen!" she said in a happy tone. Fiora shrugged and said "If you insist, but we stopped so you could rest so you should probably do so." Laura noded and replied "Okay, just don't start anything interesting!" Sera smiled and went over to Laura "It's alright Laura, I'll stay with you." she said as she layed down next to Laura. Laura and Sera wrapped their arms and wings around each other and went to sleep. "So Alison, Julia, what shall we do?" Fiora said bluntly. "I was thinking, maybe something fun, if you know what I mean." Julia said with a grin. "What do you have in mind Julia?" Alison asked. Julia shrugged "I don't know, I just thought something fun to do would be nice." she said. "It would be, but you should probably of thought of something before bringing it up." Fiora said to Julia. Julia thought for a moment "I'm drawing a blank to be honest." Fiora sighed "We should get some sleep... mine as well since we are here." she said as she layed down. Julia frowned "I suppose." she said in a disgruntled voice as she also layed down. Alison moved next to Julia "Perhaps something unrelated to diapers?..." she said as she grabbed her and started kissing her. "Hey watch the fangs... and this is kind of bold for you." Julia said to Alison after Alison stopped for a moment. "Well, I have gotten more attracted to you since we have been together, I'm not sure if it has anything to do with the corruption or not, but I will say the power the corruption has given me has made me a lot more confident, I would of never done something like that before." Alison said with a smile. Julia smiled back "Well who knows, maybe we are attracted to our kind now, and seeing as we are not traveling with any male demons, we take what's closest to us... though I don't mind, I love all of you girls!" she said in a happy tone. Alison giggled "I love you all to, especially you Julia, maybe it's because you are human, or human based anyway like I am, but who knows." she said also in a happy tone. Alison quickly went down on Julia again and began hugging and kissing more. Julia breathed hard "I think I'm wetting myself!" she whispered in Alison's ear. Alison smiled "That's fine! I will to!" she said as her smile turned to a grin and the ever so lovely hissing noise began. Alison finished peeing herself then returned to making out with Julia.
Several minutes later things had finally calmed down. "I don't care if we were clothed for it, that was amazing!" Julia said in an exhausted, but pleased tone. Alison who was laying down next to her responded "It was!... I kind of liked being in my armor... and diaper to be honest, I hope it wasn't too hard for you." Julia giggled "Don't worry about it, our bodies are infused with fel energy making them strong, I hardly even noticed the armor's weight!" she said in a happy tone. "Now I know just how good Laura and Sera always feel! Alison said. Julia noded and got a disappointed look "Poor Fiora, she has no partner." she said in a disappointed tone. "Well, she doesn't seem as in to it as us, she will probably be alright, we are always here if she needs us as well." Alison responded in a more serious tone. "Yeah I suppose." Julia said in a rather blunt tone. "We should get some sleep now, like Fiora said, we might as well." Alison said as moved to her side to get ready for sleep. Julia did the same, only facing Alison "I suppose that's best." she said in response. The two women soon dozed off along with Fiora, Sera, and Laura ending their day.
The next morning the women were woken up by rain of all things. "What the hell it's raining!?" Laura said in a surprised tone. Fiora looked up "No, the ice barrier is just melting since the desert is heating up considerably now." she said as she put her hand out and felt the water dripping. The rest of the group had woken up within that time period and were all sitting within the melting makeshift shelter. "Let's get out of this thing." Julia said as she cast a weak fire ball on the side melting the ice enough in that section for the group to move out. All five women stepped outside and stretched their arms, wings, and tail. Laura yawned and looked at the melting skeletal ice shelter they had made "Well I can't say I miss the heat, but it's nice to get out of there, no offense Julia." she said. Julia giggled and responded "None taken at all, I didn't care for it much, but hey, it was that or sleep outside." Sera poked her lower region "Should we change before we head out?" she said in a slightly gleeful tone. "Probably should." Fiora replied bluntly. Each woman pulled their spare diaper out of their bag and got ready to be changed.
Sera and Laura changed each other as usual, Sera having a little fun tickling Laura during the process. Alison changed Julia quite nicely as well. Julia was ready to change Fiora when Fiora stopped her "Change Alison Julia, I know you two really like each other now." she said with a grin. "You heard?" Julia asked Fiora. Fiora laughed "Who didn't? I am surprised those two slept through it!" she replied as she pointed as Laura and Sera. Alison got an embaressed look "Sorry Fiora." she said. Fiora smiled "Do not worry about it, I thought it was cute and didn't want to interrupt it." she said to Alison. "I hope you don't mind Fiora, I know we kind of were getting closer." Julia said in a shy tone. "Julia please, she is a human, it's only natural you would gravitate towards your own race, I am happy for you, and I'm not saying that to try and make things less stressful, you know I am the kind of person who says what I think." Fiora said while smiling. Julia smiled back "I am glad you are okay with it Fiora." she replied. Fiora noded "I love all four of you very much, but it doesn't bother me in the slightest you each have a partner." she said to the others. Fiora grinned "NOW SOMENOE CHANGE ME!" she shouted in a playful tone. All four women moved over to Fiora as she layed down to get changed. "Quite the crowd today!" Fiora said while giggling. Everyone decided to let Julia change Fiora as she intended. "Thank you Fiora!" Julia said as she finished putting Fiora's fresh diaper on. Fiora smiled again "No problem at all Julia." she replied.
The group finished changing and continued the awful walk through Tanaris. Sera was looking at the scorpions and basilisks like the ones she had seen in Shimmering Flats "How do those awful things survive in such a place?" she said in depressed tone. "They have their ways." Fiora replied, a little amused at Sera. "Well I'll use my own way!" Sera responded as she began taking her tight leather clothes off like in Shimmering Flats. "Ahhh! That is so much nicer!" Sera who was only wearing a diaper, as the frostweave kept it cool, said aloud. Julia proceeded to do the same "So nice!" she said after she removed all of her clothing. Alison and Laura were a little disgruntled "Lucky!" Alison said to Sera and Julia. Sera giggled and stuck her tongue out at them. "Quit it and keep moving!" Fiora sternly said to the rest as they continued walking.
Several hours had passed and the women could see the mountain range signifying the Tanaris border in the distance. "FINALLY!" Alison exclaimed. "Yes is will be nice to leave this place." Laura said in a tired tone. "Well we still need to go through Thistleshrub Valley." Fiora said to the group. Julia sighed "Well at least it's something to look at." she said in a disappointed tone. "So is there anything special about it? I mean, it's a more specifically named place, not just an unnamed section of Tanaris like this hellhole we have been traveling through." Laura asked in an eager tone hoping it was something nice. Fiora shrugged "Probably nothing you would be interested in, but it's a valley full of cacti and strange plant creatures, like the bog beasts you see, except dry and capable of living in this awful place." she replied. Laura sighed "Figures..." she said. "Fiora how are you so knoweledgable about the terrain all of a sudden Fiora?" Julia asked with a suspecious look. Fiora grinned and reached in to her bag and pulled out a map "Got this from a Goblin in Gadgetzan." she said as she held it up. "I see..." Julia replied.
The group continued walking for about another two hours and finally reached Thistleshrub Valley. "This place doesn't look very good." Sera said with a nervious look on her face. "Don't worry Sera, I am here." Laura said to the nervious Sera. "Sera I must ask, how did you even get your job with being scared so much? I mean, it was a pretty dangerous job." Julia asked. Sera sighed "Well I got it before my fears developed, what happened was I had traveled to Stormwind after the Third War and wasn't quite sure what I wanted to do, I just wanted to get away from Kalimdor." Sera paused and looked around a moment before she continued walking and speaking "When I was in Stormwind I wasn't really sure what to do, so I spent a mostly explored during the day and spent my first night in the park and then Elwynn after that." she said. "Yeah? What then?" Julia asked in a very curious tone. Sera continued "Well after several days I was approached by a man who asked if I needed work. I asked him why he wanted to know and he said that he noticed me out and about during the day and sleeping outside. I was not very interested in the idea of a human job, no offense you two." Sera said with a laugh. Alison and Julia noded "It's fine, there are a *lot* of boring jobs to be had around Stormwind." Alison said. Sera continued speaking "Anyway, I figured it would be a waste to not at least find out what it was so I asked him for more details. He told me he couldn't say a lot about it, but he would take me to someone who could tell me more. So we traveled to a tavern in the Old Town district of Stormwind and we met with another man. The original man who found me left after leavign me with the one in the tavern. The one in the tavern seemed pretty ordanary at first glance, but he told me he works SI:7 which is Stormwind's covert operations force. He said that they were in need of more spies and that he thought I would be excellent at it." Sera paused a moment and grinned and closed her eyes and sighed in relief "Ahhhhh..." then continued her story as if nothing had happened "Anyway, I asked why he thought I would be good for it and he told me that simply put, I was a Night Elf. He continued by saying that he recieved many reports about Kalimdor and it's inhabitents during the Third War and that my people were skilled in the art of stealth and living in the wilds, and that watching me those few days only reinforced that. He also said that I was the first Night Elf he saw come and actually stay in Stormwind for more then a day or so, as at the time very few of my people actually left Kalimdor, and finally he already knew I had experience in the area, which I was a little shocked by, but not so much anymore looking back knowing how informed he is about things. I didn't put much thought in to it, I could do something familiar, yet different, so I told I would do it." Sera paused once again for a moment, this time to fan her wings, then continued "I went through quite a bit of training, which was interesting as it differed from my original a little, and then I was eventually employed with them. Most of my missions were solitary and in the wild, which I was fine with, but I was never given anything big until I got the mission to break Fiora out. I was asked because it was going to be a long mission, normally you could reach Hillsbrad by taking a gryphon, but the Kirin Tor had access to who takes the flight paths. Another thing was, I couldn't draw any attention either, meaning I couldn't stop at towns and cities... I was actually disobeying order when I went to Menethil Harbor, but I figured since it was a port, it got a lot of diverse traffic and I wouldn't really stick out, plus more and more Night Elves were coming to the Eastern Kingdoms at that point." Sera smiled and said in a wonderful tone "I met Laura there." Sera's voice and face returned to it's pretty average look and tone "Anyway, a long mission that took place in the wilds for most of the time and required the upmost stealth, I was seen as perfect for the job." Sera chuckled and said "Funny, seems I failed my mission."
"You haven't answered my question." Julia said in a straight forward tone. "True, I guess I got sidetracked a little... Anyway I had fought the Silithid in the past, and that took it's toll on me and I eventually developed a disgust for insects and spiders after that, but I never had a fear until a mission from about two years ago. One of our agents had gone missing on a mission to retrieve an important artifact from the enemy, and I was sent to locate him then rescue him... or kill him as he knew a lot of info that couldn't get out. I was determened to rescue him, I had no desire to kill a comrad. Luckily he was not in enemy hands, I had instead tracked him down to a cave. I went in the cave to find it was infested with giant spiders. Although the thought of going deeper in it disgusted me, I had no choice, I needed to find the missing agent. I did eventually find him, or what was left of him, he was a withered corpse. I took the artifact he stole and started to leave the cave. I was however, caught by one of the spiders. It knocked me out with it's venom and spun me in it's web and left me hanging from a wall. I'm not exactly sure how long it was, but it was at least a day before I came to, and realized I was in a web ready to be devoured when one of the spiders felt like it. Luckily when I was paralyzed and knocked out it caused my body to sort of lock up, so I didn't drop my daggers, and the spider was to simple to think about removing them before spinning me up. I was just barely able to move enough to cut my way out of the web and escape. After that my disgust has turned in to a fear and I am on edge a lot... I hope that is good enough, it was hard to tell." Sera finished saying.
"I didn't know that, I'm sorry that happened to you." Laura said in a sympathetic tone. Sera smiled "So you overheard huh?" she said in a slightly embarresed voice. "It's fine Laura, I will always protect you." Laura said in a happy tone. "We are heading to Ahn'Qiraj soon, so hopefully you can control your fear enough for that." Fiora said to Sera. Sera got a disappointed look "I have been dreading it ever since you mentioned it." she replied. "Well you have all of our support, and we won't let any bugs harm you!" Laura said to Sera. Sera smiled "Thank you Laura." she replied. "Well I hope plants don't bother you!" Alison yelled as she pointed to a strange looking beast made up of gnarled cacti. Fiora looked at the beast "It looks like a bog beast, I assume it must be a different type that thrives in desert conditions." she said in a more curious tone. "Yeah well if it attacks I am wasting no time in torching it." Julia said. The group started walking again and it seemed as though the creature didn't see them or see them as a threat, although out of the blue started charging towards them. "I'll handle this!" Julia said to the group. Julia cast a fire spell which started burning the beast, though it didn't seem to be bothered too much. "It doesn't seem to be working too well, perhaps this?" Fiora said as she cast a frost spell instead. The creature seemed hurt, but not much, just like the fire spell. "Likely resistant from cold or heat due to the desert climate." Sera said to Fiora and Julia. "Very well." Julia said as she began casting arcane spells on it. The arcane spells had a much better effect and eventually downed the beast. "Well, that was strange." Alison said awkwardly after. Fiora sighed "Come on, let's go, we are almost to Un'Goro." she said as she started walking again. |
Aaaaand more!
The group finally reached Un'goro Crater, a jungle-like basin filled with exotic beasts that thrive in the jungle, and those long since thought extinct. A small volcanic hill rest in the middle causing the formation of hot springs, tar pits, and large crystals throughout the crater. "FINALLY out of the desert!" Alison said in a very excited tone. Julia noded "Yes it is very nice to finally have a break from the sun and sand." she said while looking around at the drastically different landscape. "Live it up, after we are done here we need to go through another desert." Fiora said bluntly. Laura got an annoyed look "Don't kill the mood, just try to enjoy it Fiora, you need to relax a bit." she said. "I heard several years back that hot springs have developed here, we should bath and relax for a bit." Sera said in an excited tone. "That sounds acceptable." Fiora replied to Sera, still in a blunt tone.
The group started walking around looking for a spring. "Fiora what's up? You seem kind of... annoyed, and I mean more then usual." a concerned Julia asked. Fiora sighed "I'm sorry girls, I have just been dwelling on what happened in Gadgetzan." she replied. "How so? I know that was rough, but what about it caused *you* to be so fixated?" Laura asked. Fiora continued speaking "Well, it was the head mage who we sent away after... something about him was familiar." Laura thought a moment "You probably just saw him when you were at Dalaran." she said. Fiora shook her head "It's not that, I myself thought that at first, but I still had that feeling, and it's been bothering me since I thought of it which was about half way through Tanaris." Sera held Fiora's hand "Well come on, let's find a spring and relax, that might help you think." she said. Fiora noded and continued searching.
The group had split up to search easier, Laura and Sera, Julia and Alison, and Fiora who went alone. "Tar pits, tar pits, and more tar pits!" Alison said to Julia in a disgruntled tone. Julia shook her head "Indeed, you would think they would be more common." she replied. Julia paused a moment before getting a grin "I was thinking Alison, we are alone right now." she said in a sly tone. Alison smiled "Well the others don't mind if we have fun with them there, now doesn't really seem like the best time." she replied. Julia who was still grinning responded in a sly voice "Come on, I need to pee and it was really hot wetting my diaper while making out with you... I want to do it again, plus without the others it would be more intament." Alison thought for a moment and smiled once more "You're right! Let's do it!" she replied.
Julia ran over to Alison and gently pushed her to the ground and layed down on top of her. They wrapped their wings around each other and started hugging and kissing. Julia stopped kissing for a moment and got a smile followed shortly by a hissing noise that lasted about half a minute before she went back to making out with Alison. Julia stopped again "I can't even begin to describe how awesome that felt!" Julia said in an extremely excited tone. Alison smiled and said nothing and just pulled Julia back and continued kissing her. Alison proceeded to wet her diaper as she kissed Julia without even stopping. Several minuted had passed and the two had calmed down a bit and opened their wings and sat up. Julia pulled back her robe and poked her soaked diaper "That was amazing!" she said. Alison couldn't poke her soaked diaper as Julia could, though she was still quite excited "It really was!" she replied. Just then both women heard Fiora "Found one!" she said.
Julia and Alison, who encountered Laura and Sera on the way, ran towards the direction Fiora had yelled. Fiora who had been looking at the spring turned around "Here it is!" she said. The group all quite excited, save Fiora due to her attachment to her armor, undressed and entered the hot spring. "Soooo nice!" Alison said happily. "It will be nice to wash up to." Julia replied in a cheerful voice. Sera and Laura had been using their wings to splash each other with water. Fiora who had been watching everyone smiled "Ahhhh... I thought not having my armor would cause me to dwell to much and ruin my enjoyment of this... but it hasn't, I haven't relaxed for quite some time" she said. Laura cupped her hand and picked up some water "This water feels nice, but it looks quite hot, what would normally burn someone." she said. Fiora who had her eyes closed relaxing opened them "Likely our demonic skin is quite resistent to the heat, demons are often around fire and such, makes sense that their skin would resist extreme heat." she replied. Sera frowned "Then how come Tanaris was so damn hot!?" she asked. "I'm not sure, maybe because it was the sun? I don't really know." Fiora said in response. "We should probably wash now." Sera said excitedly. The rest of the group agreed and began washing themselves. "Done save my wings, they are tough to get... you mind Sera?" Laura said happily. Sera smiled "I have been waiting for you to ask! Of course!" she replied. Sera began washing Laura's wings to which Laura did the same after. Alison looked at Julia "Want to do the same?" she asked. Julia noded and fanned her wings allowing Alison to clean them up who did the same after that. The four women now washed up looked at Fiora who was still relaxing with her eyes closed against a rock in the pool. "Want us to wash you Fiora?" Laura asked. Fiora noded and got on the rock and layed down facign her back up. The group went up to her and began washing her. Sera and Laura each washed one of her wings while Julia washed her back. Alison washed her tail and tugged it a bit out of fun. Surprisingly Fiora was fine with it and began playing with Alison with her tail. "All done!" Sera said. Fiora flipped over and said "You guys mind?" Sera giggled and replied "Of course not!" The rest of the women began washing Fiora's front. Alison washed Fiora's face, horns, and hair, while Julia washed her breasts, belly, and nether region. Sera and Laura washed her arms and legs. "All done!" Sera said cheerfully. Fiora who was still relaxed with her eyes closed responded "Thanks guys!"
A few hours had passed and the group finally decided to call it good and left the spring. The group changed each other in to fresh diapers in the typical fashion before putting their clothing and gear back on. Fiora put her armor back on and sighed in relief as if she got a fix. "Fiora, are you sure you are alright, you seem a little attached to that armor." Alison asked in a worried tone. Fiora smiled "I am, I won't deny it... my people have addiction problems, and I am just glad the power of my armor and my fel energy sates me, I would rather not return to what my people were years back." she said in a surprisingly cheerful voice. "Well alright, but please be careful." A worried Alison said. "We should set up camp... it's close to night now." Julia said while looking up at the stars starting to appear in the darker sky. "We don't need to sleep yet." Fiora said in a slightly annoyed tone. "Yeah, but for some reason I like laying down at the very least at night." Julia replied. The rest of the women agreed "Very well, if you all like that, we can." Fiora who seemed down, something very rare for her, said to the others.
Fiora made a ball of fel fire to be used as a camp fire, causing her to het herself a little, though it didn't make her any happier. "Fiora, you seem quite down, what is it?" Laura asked. Fiora sighed "I'll be honest, the reason I was reluctant to camp for the night, was because you guys always have such a nice time with each other at night. You and Sera, Alison and Julia... I don't have a partner." she said in a depressed voice. Julia who had been overhearing the topic chimed in "You didn't seem interested in that sort of thing though." she said. Fiora sighed again "I wasn't, but seeing you all together changed my mind." she replied. Sera with a sorry look on her face replied "You are welcome to come with us, we don't mind." Fiora shook her head "No, you guys are nice together and while we would probably have a good time, it wouldn't be the same for any of us." she replied. "We might find someone for you yet Fiora." Alison said in a more optomistic voice. Fiora smiled for a moment before frowning "I seriously doubt anyone would stay me in my... current state." she said. "Well we are fine with it!" Sera said to Fiora. Fiora shook her head once more "You're bodies are also corrupted, I doubt anyone uncorrupted would ever want to stay with us." she said still in a disappointed tone. Julia thought for a moment "We have a lot of fel power within us... we could I guess you could say donate a little to make another vial of that stuff." she said in a happier tone. Fiora smiled "That's true, but I would need to gather energy, using straight up blood would not work, I wouldn't want them... her... to become a slave to us." she replied in a much nicer tone. "Let's do it now and get it out of the way!" Sera said to Fiora. Fiora noded "Very well." she said.
Fiora stood up and took a left over empty vial from one of the earlier transformations and walked to the spring. She dipped it in and filled it with water and began casting an enchant on it. Shortly after that she took out another vial and passed it to Sera "I need one drop of blood from each of you." she said. Sera took out one of her daggers and cleaned it off very carefully before making an extremely tiny cut on her finger. A drop of neon green blood dripped out in to the empty vial and she passed it to Laura who did the same and passed it on. After all four gave their drop of blood, Fiora took the dagger and vial and also gave her blood. After that she took both vials and put them on the ground in a way they would not tip over. She began casting a spell and a strange mist emerged from the vial of blood. The mist traveled to the other vial and disappeared in to the clear water. After a few minutes all of the blood was drained and had traveled to the water, which remained at the same level. "I extracted the fel powers from your blood and bound them to the enchanted water... this mixture appears to be identicle to what we ourselves drank." Fiora said with a smile. "Maybe you should make some... diapers?" Laura said. Fiora laughed "Well we don't even know if she is willing to wear them... but it would save time if she decided to. I will make a few while you guys lay down." she said in response to Laura's question. "I hate to sound negative but, you might not even find anyone." Alison said to Fiora. Fiora noded "I know, but I want to be ready if someone actually does decide to join us." she replied. "Very optimistic for you Fiora." Julia said. "I know it's not like me but, I needed to do this to make me feel better." Fiora replied. "Well I wish for the best" Sera said with a smile. After that the group settled down and proceeded to do what they were going to, Fiora started making diapers with her last bits of cloth, while the others slept with their partners. |
The sun had risen and the women awoke, save Fiora who had been waiting for the rest of them to wake up. "We should get going, we can probably make it to Silithus by the afternoon if we keep moving." Fiora said to the rest of them. Sera sighed "Oh joy." she said in a sarcastic tone. Julia got up and stretched and yawned only a second before a faint hissing noise started. The rest of the group looked at Julia "Ahhh... What? Please, you all do it, or used to if you didn't wet while you slept." Julia said. The rest of the group trying to keep straight faces burst out giggling. "I'm sorry Julia, it's just how casually you did it that was so funny." Alison said while giggling. Julia also started giggling "Well, can't make a big deal of it *all* the time." she replied. Fiora regained composure and announced "Alright let's head out, we have been traveling too slow, I want to reach Silithus before the day is over." The rest of the group all began moving out as instructed.
"So Fiora, honestly do you expect to find someone?" Laura asked. Fiora noded "Believe it or not, I actually got a little sleep last night, and I dreamt I did, in the near future as well, it was probably just my mind wishfully dreaming, but it was nice at least." she replied. Sera stepped in "Do you mind telling us more?" she asked. Fiora smiled "I'm in a good mood today, sure I will." she said cheerfully. Julia and Alison also started listening in "Well what happened?" Alison asked. Fiora started talking "Well, she was a lovely Blood Elf woman. A magic wielder much like myself, though I don't recall what kind she practiced. I met her about half way through Silithus, and she was not fond of us at first, but she got interested and eventually joined our quest." she said. The rest of the group was quiet for a few moments "Do you think that is actually something that might happen?" Alison asked. Fiora shrugged "I don't know, probably not, but for some reason I feel like it is." she said. Shortly after that the group heard the roar of a devilsaur.
"We should be careful, while we can probably handle it, I would prefer not to have to deal with it." Fiora said to the rest of the group. "I see it, and someone is running from it!" Sera said as she pointed in the direction of the beast. "We need to save them, I know we should be keeping a low profile, but I can't sit back!" Alison said as she began running towards the beast. "Well we are involved for better or worse now, let's go!" Fiora yelled while motioning for the rest to head over. The person running, a Draenei woman, ran to Alison "Help!" she yelled. By the time the Draenei reached Alison, the rest of the group caught up. Without waiting, Fiora casted a fel pyroblast making short work of the beast. Alison looked over the Draenei "You seem unharmed." she said to her.
The Draenei sighed "Thank you all." she said, amusingly enough not bothered by the fact all the women were corrupted. "No problem... why did you take on a devilsaur anyway?" Fiora asked. The Draenei woman got an annoyed look "You think I picked a fight with it!? No! it ambushed me!" she replied in an annoyed voice. "Hey sorry." Fiora replied. The Draenei now a little calmer looked down at her wet crotch before getting an embarresed look. Sera giggled "It's ok!" she said. The Draenei got an annoyed look again "Gee thanks... what's your deal anyway?" she said as she eyed the women's demonic features. "Does it matter?" Fiora asked. The Draenei shook her head "I guess not." she replied. "Well good luck." Fiora said as she began walking off with the others. "Hey wait! Care if I come with you? At least until the next settlement." The Draenei asked. Fiora looked at the rest of the group who all seemed fine with it. "Very well, but no complaints about how we do stuff." Fiora said sternly as she started walking off. "No problem at all... by the way, my name is Lehna." The Draenei said. "Welcome Lehna, I am Fiora and this is Julia, Alison, Sera, and Laura." Fiora said as she pointed to he friends. The group starting walking west towards Silithus.
"So, what is your guys story? I mean, you look corrupted, but you don't seem to be Legion." Lehna asked. Fiora shook her head "No we are not, we just absorbed fel energy and turned in to this. Such is the price for power." she replied. Lehna laughed "So you absorbed fel energy just for power?" she asked. Fiora now slightly more annoyed responded "Yes, and quit with the excessive questions before I leave you here." Despite this, Lehna continued asking questions, though now in a much softer voice. "So, what is it like?" Lehna asked in a curious voice. Fiora sighed, still annoyed by Lehnas constant questioning "It feels great." she replied in a tired tone. Lehna smiled "So what exactly did you do to get the fel energy?" she asked in a slightly excited tone. "Why are you so eager about fel energy? Your kind should hate it." Julia said in a very curious voice.
Lehna took a deep breath and began telling her story "Well... many years ago my people, the Eredar, were exposed to fel magic and the Burning Legion which you already seem to know some about. My people were offered power in return for loyalty to the Legion, a lot of which accepted. There was a group of us that instead fled for a long time, the group you would know as Draenei. We were gifted with light and remained quite loyal to it. That's an extremely brief summery of my peoples' story, in case you didn't know. My story was slightly different however... during the seperation period, I actually considered following most of my people to the Legion, it was actually a rather appealing choice. However, I had some doubts and remained torn for some time. Eventually I decided to remain on the side of good and give up the offered power, I joined the others and fled my home world. While this was the right choice I believe, a part of me still remained curious... seeing those I knew who chose the other path change in to something more appealed to me. When my people were gifted with the light at a later point, I was not, perhaps it was because of my interest in fel powers, I am not sure. With that I decided to instead practice in elemental magic and become a shaman, the elements were far less rigid then the light was. I have been a shaman for some time now, but during that time a part of me still desired the experience of fel energy. I honestly didn't care about the power of it like most I knew, I just wanted the experience, but was not willing to pay the price of it... that brings me to today, seeing you girls, corrup... gifted with fel energy, yet without the price of the Legion. That is why I question it, that is why I am eager to know."
The women stood there quietly for a moment. "Quite the story to tell someone you have known for less then thiry minutes." Fiora responded. Lehna shrugged "Well, the thing I have desired has found me in a sense, and I wish to know how to obtain it." she said. "Would you be willing to travel with us?" Fiora asked. Julia leaned over to Fiora's ear "Are you sure about this Fiora?" she whispered. "I know it's been almost no time, but I like her a lot, I can relate to her and she needs us as well." Fiora responded. Julia sighed "Quite nice for you Fiora, I hope this choice isn't just a knee-jerk reaction to earlier." she said as she leaned back. Lehna who had been waiting for Julia to finish whispering responded "Yes, I am fine with traveling with you." Sera stepped forward "We are on the run and more or less exiles, are you willing to accept that life?" she said to Lehna. Lehna noded "Yes, my current life is merely questing, something I won't miss much." she said in a confident tone. "Very well, welcome to the group Lehna" Fiora said. Lehna smiled "Thank you!" she said before the group began walking again.
"So what exactly are we doing?" Lehna said in a cheerful voice. "I am on a quest for power, and they decided to persue the same quest." Fiora said before pointing to the rest of the group. Lehna thought for a moment "So is the fel energy just another part in your quest?" she asked. Fiora noded "Yes, though it's a special part... it's transformed me, and that's more then just gaining more magic or energy." she said to Lehna. "So I am assuming your armor is also part of that." Lehna said to Fiora. Fiora grinned "Yes it is." she responded. "Is there anything else I should know?" Lehna asked the group. Laura giggled "Yes!" she said. "What then?" Lehna asked Laura. Laura smiled "We are all lesbians now." she said in a cheerful voice. "That's all? That's no big deal, in fact not that surprising to me. You seemed to be traveling on your own and you all looked like you cared much about each other." Lehna said in response. Sera also giggled "That's not all of it though!" she said. "Well then what else?" Lehna asked. Sera pulled her pants down about an inch "We also wear diapers!" she said gleefully. Lehna5 eyed Sera's diaper for a few seconds "Well that's certainly interesting... may I have one?" she asked. The whole group paused and looked at Lehna. "What? If I am joining the group, I might as well embrace everything." Lehna said bluntly. Fiora, who was still ratehr shocked by how open Lehna was the a new diaper out of her bag "Here... it's made to fit an average Blood Elf woman, but I am sure you can squeeze in to it, it's designed to stretch some." she said still quite shocked.
Lehna grabbed the diaper "A tail hole! How thoughtful!" she said. Sera giggled and turned around showing off her tail "We know it is!" she responded cheerfully. Lehna went in to some bushes to put the diaper on. A few moments later she emerged wearing diaper "Not bad, not bad at all..." she said as she poked it. Fiora smiled "Glad you like it... but you are not done yet." she said. Lehna looked at Fiora and smiled "You mean!?" she responded. Fiora noded and slid a vial of liquid out of her bag before holding it up "If you drink this... there is no turning back, be absolutely sure about your choice." she said in a very serious voice. Lehna took the vial and stared at it a bit "I am sure, it's something I have secretly wanted for a long time, I was just not willing to go down the path of evil... but the chance to have this gift without that price... I am very thankful." she said before closing her eyes. "I apologize for what I am about to do... but I promise I will use this power as I have used my elemental powers... for good and in the name of the light." she continued saying.
Lehna opened her eyes and looked at Fiora and her friends staring at her. "I felt I needed to pray before I drink this... in case the light will never hear me again." she said as she pulled off the cap. Lehna put the vial up to her mouth and tipped her head back drinking the contents and handing the empty vial back to Fiora. "So when does it take effect?" Lehna asked. "Well, normally a day or two, but Julia knows how to speed it up." Alison said to Lehna. "Would you mind Julia?" Lehna asked Julia after hearing Alison. Julia smiled and noded "Kneel" she said. Lehna followed Julia's instructions and knelt down. Julia began siphoning magical energy in to Lehna "This will make it happen quite quick." she said. Lehna remained quiet and waited. Before long knobs poked out of Lehna's forhead, her canines began to grow in length, her tail began slimming and elongating, the back of her shirt ripped as her soon to be wings sprouted, all while her skin started to darken. "This feels amazing!" Lehna yelled aloud. Julia shushed Lehna "Shhh, let it finish!" she responded. Lehna's knobs grew in to full length horns, her canines sharpened after reaching full length, her breasts grew in size and her tail reached full length. She stood up unfirling her new wings and opened her eyes now glowing green and looked at her arm now a very dark tone with runes over it. She took a huge sigh in relief "This feels amazing!" she said to the others. "Indeed it does." Fiora said smiling. Lehna giggled and said "I pissed myself though..." Sera smiled "Don't worry about it, we all did when we transformed as well... good thing you were diapered huh?" she said. "I suppose it is." Lehna responded in an amused voice. Fiora motioned for the others to follow her as she started walking again. The rest caught up to Fiora and continued their quest. |
The next chapter was like 95% done, so I finished the last bit up, but as stated I'll be gone for a bit.
The group had finally reached the Silithus border after hours of talking and teasing while traveling through Un'goro. Lehna wasted no time in becoming a part of the group, she was very friendly and open towards everyone. "Night is nearing... we should camp." Fiora said looking up at the dusky sky. "I'm not even tired!" Lehna said in a happy voice. Fiora laughed for only about a second and responded "Nor am I, and I am sure the others are not, but we take nights off now to relax and have fun now that we are not being closely pursued." she said to Lehna. "Well if that's what you guys do, then we should do it!" Lehna responded still quite cheerful tone. "Yeah we tell stories." Alison said. "We also take the time to change each other as well." Julia continued. Sera and Laura looked at each other "And have fun." Sera said.
Sera quickly found a suitable spot to rest and her and the others settled down. Fiora cast a spell creating a small fel fire orb to use as a camp fire "There's the fire, though it looks like we will be on the ground tonight." she said after creating the fire. "Maybe not... at least not fully" Lehna said to Fiora. All of the women looked at Lehna "Oh, and why is that Lehna?" Fiora asked. Lehna pointed towards the mountains seperating Silithus and Un'goro, which the group was only about two or so minutes away from "We can stay in a cave for some shelter!" she said. "Unlikely there will be cave convienantly waiting for us." Julia said to Lehna. "I know that, I mean I can probably make one... it normally would of been too much, but with all this extra power, I think I can now." Lehna responded. "It's only a couple minutes away, it's worth a shot." Fiora said as she put out her fel fire before starting to walk towards the mountains.
Eventually all six women reached the rock wall. "Well, work your magic." Fiora said to Lehna. Lehna concentrated a moment before she started casting a spell. Shortly after a gigantic piece of rock crudely came out of the rock wall leaving a cave about five yards deep. "There we are!" Lehna said in a quite pleased voice. "Very nice!" Alison said in a cheerful voice after looking in the cave. Fiora created another self-sustained fel fire in the cave center "There we are, this should be good." she said. The six sat down around the fire "So... how often did you pee today gals? I went twice... though I think I will go again soon!" Sera said with a grin. "Twice as well." Julia said, "Same here" said Alison. "I went about a minute before Lehna made the cave... three times" Laura said. "I went..." Fiora said before pausing and getting a huge grin "Three times." she finished saying. The group giggled and turned to Lehna "How about you Lehna?" Sera asked. Lehna got an embarresed look "Just once..." she said. "Once? Do you mean once in your diaper, or once when you pissed yourself from the devilsaur?" Julia asked. "From the devilsaur." Lehna awkwardly replied. "You haven't used your diaper yet?" Laura asked Lehna. Lehna sighed "No... it's just, I have never actually tried... wetting myself... on purpose before." she replied. Alison giggled a little "It's alright, just try." she said. Lehna smiled "I know I know, but the idea of it is just... it's like my body can't bring itself to do it, even though I have had to go for quite some time now." she replied now in a slightly less tense tone. Sera smiled "Well, if you don't intentionally, you will eventually have an accident!" she said with a teasing voice." Lehna noded "I suppose I will need to wait for that then." she replied before sighing.
Shortly after the group began getting Lehna up to speed on their quest and the events surrounding it. About an hour had passed and Lehna was now quite desperate. "I really need to go... I even tried!" Lehna said as she fidgeted. "Not much longer now!" Julia teased. Lehna got a look of pain on her face "Owwww I really do want to go!... But I am going to wet this diaper!" she said. "Quite dedicated huh?" Fiora asked. Lehna still fidgeting responded "Well if I am staying with you guys, I want to embrace everything you guys do... owww..." she said. Sera smiled "That's very nice of you!" she said to Lehna. "Well, it's..." Lehna said before pausing and getting a look of relief on her face. A rather loud hissing noise could be heard as Lehna sat their withe her eyes closed holding her head up. Lehna peed for nearly a minute straight, to the point the ground around her started getting a little wet. "I made those quite strong... impressive you went so much they leaked." Fiora said. Lehna shushed Fiora "I am still going!" she said. The other girls all got a surprised look "I had no idea anyone could hold that much!" Sera said to Lehna. Lehna who was breathing heavily sighed "Nor did I." she said. "So how was it?" Alison asked. Lehna smiled "Amazing... I had to go so bad." she replied in a much happier tone "Though it seems I made quite the mess." she continued as she pulled up her kilt. "Quite the mess indeed!" Sera said as she looked at the wet ground around Lehna and soaked diaper she was wearing.
Lehna poked her diaper "So... do you got any more?" she asked. Fiora noded and took another one out "Here is your second one Lehna, they are self cleaning so by the time that one has been used the first should be fresh." she replied. "That's amazing, I was wondering how you guys wore them without carrying a huge bag full of diapers." Lehna said to Fiora. Sera spoke up "It's great, I used to have to carry a bunch extra, but now two for each of us covers everything." she said. Lehna held the new diaper "How did you have mien ready before you met me?" she said as she stared at it. Fiora shook her head "It will sound stupid, but I had a dream I would meet someone who would join us... and be my lover. I wanted to be ready for it. It seems it partly came true." she said to Lehna in a more down tone. "Perhaps you will find someone yet." Lehna responded. Fiora sighed "Yeah..." she said slowly.
"Well how about we come up with a game plan?" Lehna cheerfully said in an attempt to lighten the mood. "Well Fiora already has one, we are on a quest... oh Fiora you just explain." Alison said to Lehna. Fiora noded "Yes I have, well Lehna, there is something you should know about me... I have an addiction to power." she said before pausing. Lehna in an intimidated tone responded "I see..." Fiora continued speaking "Not in a political sense, the politics behind things can fuck themselves, but in a magical sense. Seeking power is a dangerous thing, but I have vowed to not lose myself to it... that already happened back in Outland after the Third War, I am not doing that again. While this journey started off as a mission of Sera's, she abandoned it not too long after freeing me." Lehna asked with a tone of curiosity "Which you claimed you were falsely put there." Fiora noded "Yes... anyway, the quest is to seek power as I have said, my first step was to infuse myself with a fel energy I discovered, which transformed me in to this." she said as she felt her horns and fanned her wings. Fiora continued speaking "Things such as this almost always come with a price, so you can imagine my excitement upon discovering fel energy not tied with the Burning Legion somehow, the price of this is corruption of the body, though as far as I can tell it's been nothign but beneficial." she said. "Alright so that explains the why, but what are your plans?" Lehna asked Fiora. Fiora smiled before continuing "As most know, another important step is obtaining certain artifacts of power, this is not that uncommon by those dedicated to it, a prime example being Illidan Stormrage." she said. Lehna got an angered look "Illidan... what I would like to do to him!" she said in an angered voice.
Laura put her hand on Lehna's shoulder "It's alright Lehna." she said. Lehna's mood returned to normal "Sorry, I needed to vent." she said. Fiora laughed a little "I'm perfectly fine with that Lehna." she said. Fiora continued speaking after "Anyway, there are several artifacts, but there some uncommon ones almost nobody knows about." she said. "What are they?" Lehna asked. Fiora smacked her hand on her breastplate "Here is one!" she responded. "Your armor?... although, I must admit I found it odd seeing a mage in plate at first, so what's the rest? Rings or something?" Lehna responded. "Actually, there is more armor... there was five suits and I wanted the girls to share this." Fiora responded as she looked at the others who had already heard the story and decided to go sleep. Fiora returned her gaze to Lehna "I'm sorry Lehna, but as far as I am aware, there is no sixth suit." she said with a disappointed tone. Lehna smiled "Don't worry Fiora, it's not your fault." she replied. Fiora noded "So that's what we are doing." she said to Lehna. Lehna thought for a moment "So you are just going from one place to the next?" she asked. "That's how it's been Lehna." Fiora responded.
Lehna stretched "I still think we should plan out a little more." she said. "And what do you mean exactly?" Fiora responded. "Like I mean, set some other goals to achieve during the quest, from what I was told earlier you have a long distance to go, I think it would be good to have something to do as you go from point A to B." Lehna said to Fiora. "That's actually a good idea Lehna! Want to discuss this with the others in the morning?" Fiora responded. "Yes... you know you don't seem as bad as you act Fiora." Lehna responded in a cheerful tone. Fiora frowned "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked. Lehna giggled "The short time I have known you, you have always been so serious and not to sound insulting, but questing for power generally kills someone's soul... figuratively of course." she said. Fiora shook her head "Not going down that path is important to me, just as much as gaining power, it seems like they contridict, but you can balance them. As for seriousness... you can thank life for that." she replied. Lehna smiled "I suppose that makes sense." she said. "Have a nice night Lehna." Fiora said as she layed down for some sleep. Lehna did the same shortly after. |
(Written by Kaptain Kibble, proofreaded by the-irish-clover of deviantart :http://the-irish-clover.deviantart.com/ )
It was a calm normal day on the planet of Popstar, the bright star shaped planet. At one small part of it, in a bright open field alongside a path, stood a girl in a green smock, a red beret and short black pants underneath her grey skirt as well. Her hair was black in colour, too. She was standing on one of the few big stumps leftover from trees that had been cut down in front of a canvas. She was Adeleine, a young artist that had travelled to this part of Popstar to practice her artistic skills. She had been doing this one drawing for two hours, having woken up early just to start the day with her first painting, which was the sun and some of the still standing trees. Beneath it, about three Pew Brew empty energy drinks lay, all drank and littered near her bag that she carried her art supplies in, though while she was trying to colour it in, she had been ignoring her bladder that had been filling up. She didn’t pay any attention to the occasional light tingle in her tummy. But she noticed a small shimmer pass by her eyes for a second that snapped her out of her focus.
Adeleine looked confused. She saw that the shimmer had come from an odd crystal that had landed beside her. She picked it up wondering, where it had come from, looking up briefly to try and see if a bird dropped it, but the sky still was clear. She shrugged with a smile, thinking it would be a great memento, though when she looked back to her canvas, she saw an odd black sketch. It had overtaken her picture of the sun all so suddenly, gaining a big eye in the centre of it. It leapt out from the canvas at her. The last thing the artistic girl saw was darkness.
Though only moments after her possession, a group of three were running toward her. The first one in the group consisted of someone with light red fur, being short in height. It was a Waddle Dee, one of the common dozen of the Dreamland inhabitants. Another of the followers was a pink haired fairy girl flying with her wings and in a red dress. She was Ribbon, a somewhat young fairy who was there to gather the broken Crystal Shards like one the artist had the misfortune of finding. The leader of the group, though, was a short pink puffball that looked worried. He was Kirby, a hero to all of Popstar. He had the ability to inhale an enemy to gain their powers. They looked to the canvas on the stump nervously, seeing the girl in the green smock standing there. She turned around to face them, unveiling a somewhat evil expression. Kirby got ready to fight, the other two stepping back to let him handle it, knowing they would only slow him down.
The battle didn’t last long. The pink sphere only had to inhale a few enemies and spit them back out to win. Adeleine laid on the ground, somewhat unconscious. She began to wake back up, blinking curiously. She sat up, noticing a lot of paint splattered around that had come from the destroyed drawings. Ribbon was holding the Crystal Shard happily. The artist girl saw the three, the pink puffball giving a small wave. She began to remember what had just occurred, feeling guilt wash over her, though she was distracted from something. Those three drinks she had were starting to catch up to her. It wasn’t bad for now. Just a light tingle in her bladder. She ignored it, getting up, thinking she had to help the group since they were clearly trying to deal with that weird monster that had possessed her as it had done to Waddle Dee before. She gathered all her art supplies and looked to the group, her bag over her shoulder, wondering if they would accept her. Kirby happily nodded, always enjoying a new friend to spend time with. Thus, they all continued onward.
It had taken a good hour long walk to arrive to their next destination, which appeared to be the outside of a castle. Kirby seemed happy to be here. The castle belonged to the all too familiar King Dedede, a well-known person in the land that was an overweight penguin who became ruler through an odd monarchy. Adeleine was a bit behind the group. Her bladder was full. She wasn’t able to run as much as they were, though the main reason she stayed behind a bit was to occasionally relieve her pressure by grabbing her groin. She had one hand holding herself, while her thighs were crushed somewhat. Her bladder wasn’t at its limit, but it was reminding her constantly that she needed relief now.
Though, before Adeleine could regain her composure, she suddenly felt something poke her back that startled her, forcing her to release a spurt of urine that dampened her pants lightly. She could feel it, but thankfully her skirt would cover it. She looked to see what had poked her. It was Waddle Dee who was looking up at her worriedly. The young artist had a blush on her face, but she could tell he was worried since she had been getting slower and slower, but after seeing her desperate dance, he could perhaps assume safely what was wrong.
Adeleine had to just let her muscles handle it and hold back her overfilled bladder. She dug around in her bag, wanting to give him something so he would be distracted with it and not her. She pulled out a blue bandanna that she normally used like a glorified scarf. She crouched down and wrapped it around Waddle Dee’s head. The small red person looked up at himself, smiling. He ran off to catch up to the rest of the group to show them. Adeleine was somewhat relieved, but she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. She bounced uncomfortably, seeing the draw bridge to the castle coming into view. It was really big in size, one thing that always astounded her was how the king could always rebuild his castle so fast. The group headed inside, Adeleine hoping to find a toilet somewhere within the castle.
Once inside, Adeleine could see the fancy interior to the castle, watching Kirby already heading up the stairs in a rush with Ribbon and Waddle Dee in tow to gather more of the Crystal Shards that could have been scattered through the castle. The raven haired girl looked around, hoping to find a bathroom. Her bladder had grown impatient. She felt too desperate to wait anymore. She didn’t have to look far to find the bathroom, though. Adeleine had a smile, grabbing the doorknob, but it rattled, being locked. It was occupied. She moaned, rubbing herself a little in agony, feeling more urine escape her from between her legs crossed. She rushed back outside in hopes to find somewhere private to open the flood gates.
To her dismay though, the draw bridge had been raised. She could only feel her control wain. Urine was beginning to leak out, dampening her pants and panties even more by the second. She had a small amount of pee running down her inner thigh. She just wanted to let herself go, but with all the odd servants of the king around, there was no privacy. Though Adeleine looked up, seeing Kirby, Ribbon and Waddle Dee all using the draw bridge like a platform to get to another part of the castle. The artist girl knew where they were going thinking, she could get there fast and hopefully find somewhere to pee before she had an accident. It was better than waiting outside the bathroom for an unsure amount of time. She did her best to run to the other part of the castle, but her bladder slowing her down was even worse now. Adeleine could barely hold out with just one hand and her thighs crushed together. Most of the doorways to other parts of the castles were excruciating long hallways when she finally reached the end of one hallway. She opened the door.
Adeleine had water in her eyes, seeing the room. It was a big stairwell that went up to the roof of the castle. She could see Kirby and company already on the other side of the staircases. The pink puffball waved to her happily, insisting for her to hurry as the three headed for the roof. Adeleine looked to the center of the room. The sound of a lot of water was the final straw for her bladder. She was hunched over, shaking. Her bladder sloshed uncomfortably. She saw the big fountain spraying the water out.
Ado couldn’t hold it anymore. She didn’t see anyone else around now, so she took a minor hiding by one of the staircases and went into a squatting position. She lifted her grey skirt somewhat and pulled down her pants and panties. There was a cold chill in the room that didn’t make her feel any better. Adeleine stayed squatting. It only took moments for her to start letting out a light trinkle of warm pee onto the floor. She strained, wishing she could let out more of her urine. Her bladder wasn’t relieving itself too fast. It was a small stream, but suddenly, she heard something. Looking over her shoulder to door she entered through, Adeleine saw a waddle doo staring from it its big eye focusing on her. She was so ashamed and embarrassed for someone to catch her bottomless like this. She stopped her flow forcefully and quickly pulled her panties and pants up before running up the stairs in embarrassment, her bladder wanting to continue its relief, though she had stopped before she was even a quarter of the way done.
Once on the roof, Adeleine was stopped in her run. An oversized hammer slammed down in front of her that startled her, making her fall flat on her bottom. She felt a sense of relief beginning to wash over her. She realized what it was fast, grabbing her crotch, but there was no stopping it. The flood gates were open. Adeleine heard a light hissing as her grey skirt got a dark stain on it. A puddle of urine began to pool around her. She was ashamed, feeling the warm wet feeling spread across her crotch and thighs. She was tearful while peeing herself feeling like a child to have had an accident like this.
Ado saw the overweight penguin in royal red robes that had swung the hammer at her in the first place. He was standing in front of her having, the same dark look in his eyes like she had when possessed. Adeleine gulped her tear stained face, looking up in fear, before she saw him get hit in the back by a bomb that blasted him away, knocking him to one of the far corners of the rooftop and rendering him unconscious. The shadowy Dark Matter exited his body and flew to the sky to escape. Ribbon grabbed the Crystal Shard that Dedede dropped happily, though the group looked to their artistic friend in worry, Waddle Dee still wearing the bandanna she had gifted him. They ran over to help Dedede up, Kirby approaching the young artist and standing her up.
Adeleine looked at herself to survey the damage. Her socks were wet and squishy in her shoes. The front of her grey skirt had a huge dark stain on it and the back of it wasn’t any better underneath it. However she was a lot worse off, her black pants hiding the urine stain well was damp from front to back. She felt a lot more relieved though and relaxed like some excitement had taken over. She couldn’t exactly put her finger on why she felt so good after this accident. She wiped the tears off her cheeks with her shirt sleeves. She reassured her friends she was fine. They couldn’t ignore gathering the important crystal fragments just because she had wet herself. She got a light hug from Ribbon like an apology. She giggled, breaking the embrace. Kirby ran off, jumping from the roof, having an easy way to safely land, Ribbon flying off to follow.
Adeleine blushed, reaching under her skirt and pulling down her soggy pants, leaving nothing but her white panties on underneath. They were mostly yellow now. She stored her pants in her bag before running off to follow her friends thinking she'd just have to tolerate it, until her clothes dried. She just was happy her friends weren't mocking her for it, she had a small smile while the group went off to continue on their adventure.
(Hope you enjoyed the fic, sorry if it wasn't that good we're a bit rusty. Either way thank you for reading, this was based on adeleine from kirby and the crystal shards.) |
I decided to make a single super-thread for all my creative single-post omorashi writing. Im doing this because not only does it help me practice my skills as a writer, but for convenience as well. I'll be writing fictions that stand by themselves in this single thread. I have a whole bunch of ideas for fiction, and I dont want to make separate threads for each of them, im sure that drowning out other fiction writers would be annoying and rude. Same for the fiction section of the site. So thats all I have for now. Enjoy, and please leave any criticisms and feedback, I appreciate it! I'll start off with one story
STORY 1: OFFICER DOWN
Officer Danielle Grey was excited to be alone in her police cruiser. She worked hard for her promotion from working behind a desk to a rookie, and now she finally got promoted to the title of a Sheriff, meaning that she didnt need a supervisor anymore breathing down her neck. She was given her own gun, pair of handcuffs, and ever her own police car licensed to her.
The midnight shift was one of the most dangerous, yet exciting shifts for any police officer. That's when all the criminals come out, meaning that each night would be a busy one.
Danielle drove around aimlessly through the streets, on patrol. It was her first night, so she had to get used to working at that time. She had a cup of really strong coffee before she signed in for patrol, along with a refill and a bottle of water. The caffeine was supposed to make sure she wouldnt doze off or anything, she needed to be fully aware of her surroundings. She brushed her curly blond hair away from her blue eyes, and started to listen to the communications radio.
She was called up to resolve a domestic dispute and a loud music compliant. After both were dealt with, she returned to patrolling the streets. She finished up her bottle of water, and felt as alive as ever! However, there was one thing she noticed. Her bladder had filled up. She didnt need to go to the bathroom immediately. Danielle guessed that she could wait.
About twenty minutes when by. Her need was quickly starting to annoy her. She had never been a patient person before, so whenever she needed to go, no matter if it was a little, she would go. But tonight, she had to wait, it was her job.
A third call when out for the night, calling for multiple units. Somebody was shot in an apartment building. She made her way to the complex, which was about 15 minutes away. She felt her adrenaline pump through her body. Danielle noticed that the nervousness and excitement did no service to her bladder.
When she got to the complex, there were two other cruisers and an ambulance. Another officer went to her and explained that the suspect was already in another car, and the victim was being taken to the hospital. But they were starting their questioning of witness and tenants. By standard protocol, once she was at the scene, she couldnt leave until the area was determined safe. The other 3 officers were busying questioning people, so she decided to stand around, waiting for anything to happen. It took the officers only about 10 minutes. During that time, she paced around. Her bladder was now requesting to be emptied. But Danielle had no right to go into an apartment and ask for toilet use, it wasnt allowed. So she waited.
After the officers packed up the scene, she rushed back to her car. At least she could drive to the station really quick, she was allowed to take small breaks as long as she signed in. She drove to the station, with her bladder beginning to demand relief.
Suddenly at a traffic light, a car sped right in front of her, skipping the red light. Immediately, she sounded her siren, and quickly chased down the car. The car hit the brakes all of a sudden, which forced Danielle to hit her brakes too. The stop sent her going forward, but her seatbelt held her down. The belt was tight, and pressed against her bladder, which intensified her need. Shit
She had to maintain composure as she got out of her car. Danielle did her best to hide her desperation, as she walked up to the driver of the car. The driver of the beat-up van was an equally-trashy young woman, early twenties. Under her baseball cap, the woman's hair was blond with black streaks, and tied in a messy ponytail. Her large green eyes were red and she looked sick.
"Hello ma'am, may I see your license? You're being pulled over for speeding"
"Oh......shit, sure I think"
She fumbled around by her side. The smell hit Danielle instantly.
"Ma'am, may you please exit the vehicle?"
"Whoa, what, why?" the young woman responded in a blurry but surprised voice
"I believe you are under the influence of alcohol"
"Fuck yeah, thats right...I guess"
"How much have you had to drink tonight?"
The woman laughed, "You know, just enough"
"A few pints?"
"Nah, umm, a pack or so...."
"OK, step out please"
The young woman stepped out. She was wearing a pink tank top that was soaked in the front with a sweet smelling liquid, and white cargo pants. She stumbled out of the car, with Danielle helping her up. With that movement, Danielle felt her bladder get more aggressive. I have to control myself
"Let me see you're license"
The young woman gave her the card from her hand with a "Ta-da!" and laughed hysterically. Danielle wasnt as amused.
20-year old Carrie Parkson. 20 years old, just one year below the limit. Drunk driving and underaged drinking. Danielle finally bagged one for herself.
"OK ma'am, put your hands behind your back please"
"What, no...fuck off, please"
"C'mon". Danielle grabbed Carrie's arms without much force, and cuffed them
"Please....shit, I drank too much"
"I know"
"No, you...don't know shit, I drank a lot now I gotta piss"
So do I. "You should have had a friend drive you home then"
"Fuck, please...I'm gonna piss my pants.."
"Wait until you get to the station" she said as she tried to force Carrie into the car
"No....oh shit....feels good....". Danielle looked down and stepped away a little as Carrie's white cargos immediately went transparent with liquid. The spot traveled down her legs, pooling at her feet. The transparency showed her blue panties soaked under the pants.
"You bitch...you made me wet myself, fuck you......"
"You could have waited" she responded as she forced Carrie into the back of the car. She read her the Miranda rights, and shut the door on her, as she was mumbling something. Finally, to the station, as she called for a tow.
Carrie shifted uncomfortably in the back. She was handcuffed, but her hands could still reach to her back pocket. In it, something Danielle forgot to check while distracted by her own need: a pocketknife. Carrie used her fingers to reach for it, and play with the lock of the handcuffs. After a while, she uncuffed herself. She began laughing drunkenly.
"Whats so funny back there?"
"Oh...this, you, um, bitch" she replied, as she lunged forward to Danielle's surprise.
"Hey!"
She hit the brakes as Carrie had both arms around her neck. She had the knife on the other. She wrestled her way to the front seat, stealing Danielle's pistol. In all that wrestling, Danielle noticed she had leaked a little in her underwear.
"I'll kill you....fucking bitch, now you put...your hands up or something...."
"OK, just relax..."
Danielle stepped out of the car, followed by Carrie. Her desperation couldn't be suppressed anymore
"Hands behind your hands"
Assuming she meant "back", Danielle obeyed. Carrie walked her to a tree.
"Hug it, you're in jail now"
"Wh-"
"Hug it you fucker or I'll die you!"
Danielle embraced the tree, still crossing her legs. Carrie went in front of her, and handcuffed her. Danielle was bound to the tree.
"Ill come...get you in the tomorrow, so you...*hiccup*...can think about why youre here"
"Wait, please don't leave me!"
"Oh shit, why not?"
Danielle had to be a little honest.
"Umm..I need to, you know....pee...."
Carrie laughed hysterically, then rubbed her wet pants.
"If you made me wet myself, you to do too"
"Please..."
"Bitch, do it here. Go, wet yourself or Ill shoot"
"No..."
"Ill do it,just get...over with it"
Whimpering, Danielle knew she was at her mercy. She closed her eyes, and let go. Her uniform pants was black, so nothing was shown, but felt. She felt warmness go down freely down her legs. She crouched a little, so it wouldnt go up her little white panties underneath. There were streams that fell from her thighs and lower butt to the grass below. She turned red with humiliation. Danielle turned to look at Carrie, who was laughing hysterically.
"C-can you not...I mean....umm...p-ple-"
"That was funny, hope you...uh, enjoyed it"
With that, Carrie drunkenly stumbled away into the street, throwing the gun to the floor.
"Wait!" Danielle shouted out. "Don't leave me like this!"
Carrie flipped her middle finger at her, without turning back.
Danielle couldn't get to the radio either to ask for help. The area she was in was dark, and desolate, lighted up only by the headlights of her car. Not much people went by here. Maybe if she hadn't turned off the emergency lights, someone would have noticed.
"Help! Anyone, please!" she shouted out for the next ten or so minutes.
She whined as her pants began to cool in the cold night air. She was damp and cold, and beyond that, humiliated. Her first night as a sheriff, and she was handcuffed to a tree in wet pants. Who knows how long she'd be here? Someone would eventually find her, but not until maybe a couple of hours, in her disgraced state.
Danielle sighed. At least she wasn't desperate.
Her sighs of relief turned into groans, as she sat down and waited for help. This is going to be a long night. |
Some police cars dont have barriers, i think. Either way, ill still go for realism if thats what you guys would like. Thanks, and enjoy!
STORY 2: DINNER RUSH
The first few orders came in, and within a few minutes, the first two dozen poured in. Friday night was the busiest for the Yellow Kitchen, the most upscale restaurant in the area.
For Chef Allison Boudreau, it was just another night, as usual. She had no problem with it. When she left culinary school, she had left home to train in the best restaurants all over Europe, China and the United States, so she was ready.
Tonight would be different though. The owner of the Yellow Kitchen had added a new menu for drinks. Allison was asked to write up recipes for cocktails and other fancy wine mixes. And naturally, she had to taste everyone of them, as the other chefs werent yet familiar with the recipe.
And with the orders of food came the drinks. Between frying and grilling stuff, the other chefs would call out to her.
"Chef, I got a raspberry white wine ready"
Allison would pour some of the drink into her little shotglass, to approve or deny. Tonight, she would be denying lots of them
"Way too sweet, try it again"
"You used brown sugar, use white sugar"
"The daiquiri has too many loose flavors, balance them"
The chefs needed time. As the head chef, Allison was lenient and had patience, so she was willing to keep tasting the samples. But they were alcoholic, so she drank water after each drink.
Time had gone by fast. It was already 8:00 pm. Still, it got busier.
Allison finished preparing a lobster dish that takes time. As she rushed to decorate the dish with lettuce and rice, she noticed that she needed the bathroom. Her bladder was full of gourmet drinks and water.
She had no time for a break though. As the head chef, she had to keep the kitchen together and running.
"Gotta keep my cool" she thought to herself
A wave of orders came up. She commanded the kitchen through the orders, all while drinking the mediocre drinks that she had to keep sampling again and again. Although it wasnt enough liquid to get her drunk, it filled her bladder even more.
"OK, now I need to pee" she thought to herself in urgency. "Just step out quickly, they wont see you"
Just as Allison was sneaking out to the restroom, someone called her. The waiter was at the window.
"I got a chef's special seafood platter, group size!"
Only Allison knew how to make the dish, and it was time consuming. She could only groan as she forced herself back to the stove to prepare the dish. Brushing her curly light red hair away from her Irish blue eyes, she collected her composure and when to get the ingredients.
She entered the freezer to collect the ingredients. She shivered as she entered. The cold made the desperation temporarily more urgent. She rushed through, and walked quickly to the kitchen. Right there, she tripped and fell, crashing into the door.
"Shit!"
The impact hurt her bladder pretty hard. She stood up, holding herself through her apron. She was cold and had a sudden punch to her bladder. Now she was truly desperate. Allison hurried to get out of the freezer. But the door wouldnt budge.
She was horrified. Her impact shut the door in a position where it was stuck. She pulled and pulled, but no use.
"Help!" she shouted out. No answer. She tried pounding on the door. Still no answer. The kitchen was pretty loud, so she realized her shouting was drowned out by the shouting of 35 other chefs.
"This isnt good" she thought to herself, as she rubbed her hands together in the cold. She then rubbed down to her thighs, where she jogged in place. The coldness made it even worse.
Someone tried opening the door.
"Hello?"
"Yeah, im in here!"
"Chef Boudreau, are you there, theyre looking for you!"
"Yeah, im stuck, the door wont open"
Allison was close to mentioning her desperation.
"Hold on!"
Allison stood a second or so waiting. All of a sudden, the door slammed open, hitting her. She fell to the floor. Her stomach was hit directly by the door handle. As she laid there, she felt herself begin to lose control
"Chef, im sorry!" said the other chef as he helped Allison up. She felt the growing wetness, and got up by her own self quickly
"N-no, youre fine, please!" she stammered as she ran away.
She darted out through the backdoor, into the alleyway, unsure of what to do. She was still peeing her black slacks as she desperately thought of what do.
"Whats the point, im already peeing...." she thought sadly to herself as she gave up. She stood there in defeat as she uncontrollably wet her pants. The once comfy white silk panties underneath were saturated, and stuck uncomfortably to her private area. Her leather shoes were spared as she had long socks that absorbed her urine before it pooled in her shoes.
The relief was amazing. She moaned in it. But then, she heard someone yell for her assistance. Snapping back to reality, she realized the wetness of her slacks was hidden by the darkness of the pants themselves.
Still embarrassed, she entered the building, hoping her wetness would stay hidden. She dabbed a bunch of hand sanitizer on her hands, and adjusted her composure.
As she walked to the kitchen, she felt her panties already ride up.
She groaned in discomfort. And she still had 3 hours to go until midnight too....
Edited January 31, 2015 by heyitsshelley
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STORY 3: GARDEN WORKRose Logans took a deep breath in. The afternoon air smelled like freshly cut grass. The birds on the trees in her yard were singing joyfully. She took a moment to admire her yard. She ran her own landscaping company, so her garden was her personal template for new ideas. And it worked well.Rose snapped out of her trance, and got up from her lawn chair. She finished up the last of her lemonade, and went to her shed. She put her gloves on, and undid the garden hose. The afternoon was the best time to water the orange trees and berry bushes.This time though, Rose was feeling a little adventurous. She had spent the afternoon sitting outside, drinking a mix of iced tea and lemonade. A few days ago, she became super desperate while on a job, and made it just on time to the bathroom. She had never been that desperate before. That experience of intense desperate made Rose feel "weird", but a good kind of "weird". Almost like arousal. So she wanted to do it again, out of curiosity.Rose didnt look like the "naughty kind". She had jet black hair that went all the way down to her lower back. The hair color contrasted nicely with her deep green eyes and soft, caramel-colored skin, tan from working hours under the sun. With those features, along with a petite body and a cute and high-pitched voice, nobody would ever expect such an innocent looking young lady to have "those kind" of "urges".But Rose did, and she was going to find out more about them. Today, she had on her yellow tank top and brown tight shorts, with working boots. Putting on a white sun hat, she decided to work on her yard while working on her curiosities.Undoing the hose from the hanger, she felt her bladder began to send signals to her brain.I already need to pee
She giggled, and made her way to the bushes.Spraying the bushes with the hose, Rose wondered if what they say is true: hearing running water makes you more desperate. She closed her eyes as she watered the bushes. Such a soothing noise. Rose lowered her hand to her crotch.She moaned with pleasure. Her bladder was responding to the sound of streaming water. It wanted to feel that pleasure as well.Opening her eyes, she stopped spraying, and walked to the trees. She gripped her crotch all the way, still enjoying the weird adrenaline pump.Once she watered the trees, closing her eyes again, she had another great idea. She figured out how to make herself more desperate. The water she used was fresh, so there was no risk.Rose then put the nozzle of the hose into her mouth, and pressed on the switch. Water poured down her throat with pressure, forcing her to take the nozzle out.She coughed and choked, banging on her flat chest. The cold water shot down her throat made her bladder cry out more. The choking episode made her leak a little.She groaned, doing an exaggerated pee dance. She went back to the shed, giving out fake and playful whimpers.Rolling up the hose, Rose went to her patio to get the bottle of weed-killer. She walked by the glass panel, admiring herself. She inspected the small wet spot left by the leak of the choking episode. The spot wasnt too big. Her eyes traced the panty lines on her shorts. She pulled them up, making the panty lines more noticeable.Rose went to pick up the weed-killer. Her bladder was still asking for relief, getting more aggressive. She grabbed her crotch in honest desperation, crossing her legs.She walked again by the door. She stopped in front.Playfully, she pretended to cry, seeing her act on the reflection of the glass."Please, let me in!" she grabbed her crotch and jumped and jogged in place."I need to pee so badly, I dont want to wet my pants!!!"She stopped dancing and took her hands off her crotch. She giggled, and turned red with embarrassment, although nobody was around to watch her silly act. The dancing did stimulate her bladder more.Taking a deep breath, she walked to her driveway to start killing the weeds. She sprayed and pulled them out. The weeds were tough, so it took nearly an hour. Her driveway was big, like her house. It could fit 4 cars, and also included a small personal road, so it took about am hour. The medium fountain provided Rose the noise she needed to feel more desperate .An hour later, Rose was bursting for the toilet. She couldnt stay still. Her groans were legitimately made from desperation. She had to keep grabbing her crotch. All the rubbing against her parts aroused her.She was at the point of no return. She got up to throw the weeds into the trash can. Her bladder burned with urgency.Rose could no longer do it. Moaning in pain and enjoyment, she peed her pants.Her shorts quickly went transparent, with a large majority of her butt and thighs saturating in pee, revealing her purple panties with little pink flowers. Her tan and athletic legs glistened with the streams of liquid that poured down."Ahhh..."The feeling was orgasmic. Rose touched herself.The feeling of the wet fabric of her privates aroused her even more. She rubbed faster and faster.Rose never knew how excited she would become. The desperation was just not enough.With that, she felt another relief"Ahhh!"She moaned with relief, as she had another kind of accident in her pants.Rose sat there in the wet grass, panting. Her underwear and shorts were soaked with more than just urine. She was a mess.She couldnt help but smile as she stood up. She rubbed her thighs, feeling the cool fabric rub on her soft skin.Rose went back inside to the shower, enjoying the feeling as she walked.No worries, i wont stop lolSTORY 3: GARDEN WORKRose Logans took a deep breath in. The afternoon air smelled like freshly cut grass. The birds on the trees in her yard were singing joyfully. She took a moment to admire her yard. She ran her own landscaping company, so her garden was her personal template for new ideas. And it worked well.Rose snapped out of her trance, and got up from her lawn chair. She finished up the last of her lemonade, and went to her shed. She put her gloves on, and undid the garden hose. The afternoon was the best time to water the orange trees and berry bushes.This time though, Rose was feeling a little adventurous. She had spent the afternoon sitting outside, drinking a mix of iced tea and lemonade. A few days ago, she became super desperate while on a job, and made it just on time to the bathroom. She had never been that desperate before. That experience of intense desperate made Rose feel "weird", but a good kind of "weird". Almost like arousal. So she wanted to do it again, out of curiosity.Rose didnt look like the "naughty kind". She had jet black hair that went all the way down to her lower back. The hair color contrasted nicely with her deep green eyes and soft, caramel-colored skin, tan from working hours under the sun. With those features, along with a petite body and a cute and high-pitched voice, nobody would ever expect such an innocent looking young lady to have "those kind" of "urges".But Rose did, and she was going to find out more about them. Today, she had on her yellow tank top and brown tight shorts, with working boots. Putting on a white sun hat, she decided to work on her yard while working on her curiosities.Undoing the hose from the hanger, she felt her bladder began to send signals to her brain."I already need to pee" Rose said out loud to herself. She giggled, and made her way to the bushes.Spraying the bushes with the hose, Rose wondered if what they say is true: hearing running water makes you more desperate. She closed her eyes as she watered the bushes. Such a soothing noise. Rose lowered her hand to her crotch.She moaned with pleasure. Her bladder was responding to the sound of streaming water. It wanted to feel that pleasure as well.Opening her eyes, she stopped spraying, and walked to the trees. She gripped her crotch all the way, still enjoying the weird adrenaline pump.Once she watered the trees, closing her eyes again, she had another great idea. She figured out how to make herself more desperate. The water she used was fresh, so there was no risk.Rose then put the nozzle of the hose into her mouth, and pressed on the switch. Water poured down her throat with pressure, forcing her to take the nozzle out.She coughed and choked, banging on her flat chest. The cold water shot down her throat made her bladder cry out more. The choking episode made her leak a little.She groaned, doing an exaggerated pee dance. She went back to the shed, giving out fake and playful whimpers.Rolling up the hose, Rose went to her patio to get the bottle of weed-killer. She walked by the glass panel, admiring herself. She inspected the small wet spot left by the leak of the choking episode. The spot wasnt too big. Her eyes traced the panty lines on her shorts. She pulled them up, making the panty lines more noticeable.Rose went to pick up the weed-killer. Her bladder was still asking for relief, getting more aggressive. She grabbed her crotch in honest desperation, crossing her legs.She walked again by the door. She stopped in front.Playfully, she pretended to cry, seeing her act on the reflection of the glass."Please, let me in!" she grabbed her crotch and jumped and jogged in place."I need to pee so badly, I dont want to wet my pants!!!"She stopped dancing and took her hands off her crotch. She giggled, and turned red with embarrassment, although nobody was around to watch her silly yet sexy act. The dancing did stimulate her bladder more.Taking a deep breath, she walked to her driveway to start killing the weeds. She sprayed and pulled them out. The weeds were tough, so it took nearly an hour. Her driveway was big, like her house. It could fit 4 cars, and also included a small personal road, so it took about am hour. The medium fountain provided Rose the noise she needed to feel more desperate .An hour later, Rose was bursting for the toilet. She couldnt stay still. Her groans were legitimately made from desperation. She had to keep grabbing her crotch. All the rubbing against her parts aroused her.She was at the point of no return. She got up to throw the weeds into the trash can. Her bladder burned with urgency.Rose could no longer do it. Moaning in pain and enjoyment, she peed her pants.Her shorts quickly went transparent, with a large majority of her butt and thighs saturating in pee, revealing her purple panties with little pink flowers. Her tan and athletic legs glistened with the streams of liquid that poured down."Ahhh..."The feeling was orgasmic. Rose touched herself.The feeling of the wet fabric of her privates aroused her even more. She rubbed faster and faster.Rose never knew how excited she would become. The desperation was just not enough.With that, she felt another relief"Ahhh!"She moaned with relief, as she had another kind of accident in her pants.Rose sat there in the wet grass, panting. Her underwear and shorts were soaked with more than just urine. She was a mess.She couldnt help but smile as she stood up. She rubbed her thighs, feeling the cool fabric rub on her soft skin.Rose went back inside to the shower, enjoying the feeling as she walked.No worries, i wont stop lolSTORY 3: GARDEN WORKRose Logans took a deep breath in. The afternoon air smelled like freshly cut grass. The birds on the trees in her yard were singing joyfully. She took a moment to admire her yard. She ran her own landscaping company, so her garden was her personal template for new ideas. And it worked well.Rose snapped out of her trance, and got up from her lawn chair. She finished up the last of her lemonade, and went to her shed. She put her gloves on, and undid the garden hose. The afternoon was the best time to water the orange trees and berry bushes.This time though, Rose was feeling a little adventurous. She had spent the afternoon sitting outside, drinking a mix of iced tea and lemonade. A few days ago, she became super desperate while on a job, and made it just on time to the bathroom. She had never been that desperate before. That experience of intense desperate made Rose feel "weird", but a good kind of "weird". Almost like arousal. So she wanted to do it again, out of curiosity.Rose didnt look like the "naughty kind". She had jet black hair that went all the way down to her lower back. The hair color contrasted nicely with her deep green eyes and soft, caramel-colored skin, tan from working hours under the sun. With those features, along with a petite body and a cute and high-pitched voice, nobody would ever expect such an innocent looking young lady to have "those kind" of "urges".But Rose did, and she was going to find out more about them. Today, she had on her yellow tank top and brown tight shorts, with working boots. Putting on a white sun hat, she decided to work on her yard while working on her curiosities.Undoing the hose from the hanger, she felt her bladder began to send signals to her brain."I already need to pee" Rose said out loud to herself. She giggled, and made her way to the bushes.Spraying the bushes with the hose, Rose wondered if what they say is true: hearing running water makes you more desperate. She closed her eyes as she watered the bushes. Such a soothing noise. Rose lowered her hand to her crotch.She moaned with pleasure. Her bladder was responding to the sound of streaming water. It wanted to feel that pleasure as well.Opening her eyes, she stopped spraying, and walked to the trees. She gripped her crotch all the way, still enjoying the weird adrenaline pump.Once she watered the trees, closing her eyes again, she had another great idea. She figured out how to make herself more desperate. The water she used was fresh, so there was no risk.Rose then put the nozzle of the hose into her mouth, and pressed on the switch. Water poured down her throat with pressure, forcing her to take the nozzle out.She coughed and choked, banging on her flat chest. The cold water shot down her throat made her bladder cry out more. The choking episode made her leak a little.She groaned, doing an exaggerated pee dance. She went back to the shed, giving out fake and playful whimpers.Rolling up the hose, Rose went to her patio to get the bottle of weed-killer. She walked by the glass panel, admiring herself. She inspected the small wet spot left by the leak of the choking episode. The spot wasnt too big. Her eyes traced the panty lines on her shorts. She pulled them up, making the panty lines more noticeable.Rose went to pick up the weed-killer. Her bladder was still asking for relief, getting more aggressive. She grabbed her crotch in honest desperation, crossing her legs.She walked again by the door. She stopped in front.Playfully, she pretended to cry, seeing her act on the reflection of the glass."Please, let me in!" she grabbed her crotch and jumped and jogged in place."I need to pee so badly, I dont want to wet my pants!!!"She stopped dancing and took her hands off her crotch. She giggled, and turned red with embarrassment, although nobody was around to watch her silly act. The dancing did stimulate her bladder more.Taking a deep breath, she walked to her driveway to start killing the weeds. She sprayed and pulled them out. The weeds were tough, so it took nearly an hour. Her driveway was big, like her house. It could fit 4 cars, and also included a small personal road, so it took about am hour. The medium fountain provided Rose the noise she needed to feel more desperate .An hour later, Rose was bursting for the toilet. She couldnt stay still. Her groans were legitimately made from desperation. She had to keep grabbing her crotch. All the rubbing against her parts aroused her.She was at the point of no return. She got up to throw the weeds into the trash can. Her bladder burned with urgency.Rose could no longer do it. Moaning in pain and enjoyment, she peed her pants.Her shorts quickly went transparent, with a large majority of her butt and thighs saturating in pee, revealing her purple panties with little pink flowers. Her tan and athletic legs glistened with the streams of liquid that poured down."Ahhh..."The feeling was orgasmic. Rose touched herself.The feeling of the wet fabric of her privates aroused her even more. She rubbed faster and faster.Rose never knew how excited she would become. The desperation was just not enough.With that, she felt another relief"Ahhh!"She moaned with relief, as she had another kind of accident in her pants.Rose sat there in the wet grass, panting. Her underwear and shorts were soaked with more than just urine. She was a mess.She couldnt help but smile as she stood up. She rubbed her thighs, feeling the cool fabric rub on her soft skin.Rose went back inside to the bathroom to shower, enjoying the feeling as she walked.
Should I shower?
She stood there wondering. Rose smiled naughtily as she instead made her way to the kitchen to prepare herself another pint of iced tea, still enjoying the luxury of her wet shorts.
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STORY FOUR: RANSOM
Maxine Collins sat in her seat sobbing gently. The tears streamed out from under her blindfold. The gag in her mouth was loose enough for her to let out muffled sobs. She had no idea of what was going on. She could only remember that she was on her way home from the office on the Subway train. She was bursting for a toilet, as she was one of the last few people in the office, so janitorial services had shut down the only toilet for cleaning. Maxine had been holding herself shamelessly on the train, making a scene as she stomped her feet in place and whimpered loudly. Maxine finally found a toilet, but she was spurting her pants by then. As she struggled to take her pants off, already peeing in them, she recalled that a mysterious woman had followed her into the bathroom, wearing a hoodie and sunglasses to conceal her identity. The woman had called out to Maxine, with one hand behind her back. And it went blank from there.
Maxine assumed that she had been a captive for quite a while now, as her pants was mostly dry, with some dampness on her panties around her privates. Her legs felt a little sticky, and she reeked of pee. Although she had emptied her bladder already, Maxine felt her bladder fill yet again. She had been working long hours since the morning until late night, so she filled herself with heavily caffeinated cups of coffee throughout the day. She was sure that her bladder didn't let out all the coffee from the long day. Perhaps not even half of what she had drank.
Two hours or so had passed since she had awoken. Her desperation was now urgent. Maxine didn't have the luxury of being allowed to jam her hands between her legs as they were tied to the armrests of the chair. She didn't even have the luxury of crossing her legs, as each leg was tied to the respective leg of the chair. The only thing she could do is cry and squirm against her restrains. She light brown long hair was messy. The back of her green dress shirt was soaked in sweat, and the area under her armpits were transparent with sweat as well, revealing part of her frilly white bra that matched with her frilly panties, which were probably stained yellow from before. Maxine did her best to hold her pee. She didn't want to wet her pants, because she had a feeling that she wouldn't be getting any clean clothes anytime soon.
All of a sudden, she heard a door open, and then close, even though she couldn't see who it was. Footsteps were getting closer. Suddenly, a blinding light stunned Maxine, as she closed her eyes tightly. She slowly opened them, adjusting to the sudden light after such a long time in the dark.
"Good morning, sleepyhead!"
Maxine stared up at who she assumed was her captor. The same girl from the subway bathroom. She looked young, about college student aged. Her scarlet hair was cut short right above her shoulders. Her tank top revealed arms covered in tattoos from shoulder to the mid-length of both her arms. She had washed out light blue jeans that hugged her legs as a second skin, stretching as best as they could, showing off noticeable panty lines.
"You've been asleep since yesterday. Are you OK? Anything to eat, drink?" she asked cheerfully
Maxine tried to murmur something out through her gag.
"You probably wanna know why you're here, right?"
Maxine nodded her head. Although the toilet was a big concern, she valued her safety even more.
"Well, I know who you are. Some big millionaire businesswoman with a large bank. Here's the deal. I'm holding you ransom. I contacted your family, coworkers, everyone. What I want is some money. Holding you ransom is easer than robbing a bank or something. And easy too, since I've been spying on you, know where you live, the train you take to go home, whatever. Simple as that. Don't want to hurt you or anything, I just want money, that's all. I told them to come up with a good price to buy you back with, and come up with it by the end of the month. That's two weeks. I'm keeping you here long to get them worried about you."
Maxine started to try screaming through her gags.
"Hey, they give me the money, and you're free. Relax, anyways its not like anyone is gonna hear you. This building is abandoned, not even where I live. I keep it locked so nobody finds you or hears you, so you are more than welcome to scream" the redhead replied with a smile.
Maxine burst into tears. She understood everything her captor was saying. It was best to listen in this kind of situation. What the redhead didn't understand was that Maxine was really trying to beg for the bathroom. She interpreted her pleads and sobbing as resistance. Maybe if she were to calm down, the redhead would let her talk. She stopped screaming and squirming, and reduced herself to sniffles, and looked up at her captor with sad puppy eyes.
"Awww, I'm sorry but you're so adorable like that!" and with that, the redhead rubbed Maxine's head like some sort of pet. She sat back, feeling helpless that every plead was met with rejection. Her bladder needed to be released, fast. What caught her off guard was that he redhead suddenly pushed her hands between her legs.
"Ahh....hey...can I ask you something" she said with a sinister tone.
"Do...do you gotta pee yet?"
Maxine could only stare at her captor. Yet? Does she know? Did she do something to me? Does she know I'm desperate?
"Look, I...well...kind of have a fetish for this. You know. Desperation. Pants wetting...."
Maxine stared in surprise, unsure of how to react.
"..so...while you were sleeping, I poured a bottle of water down your throat before I gagged you. Well, bottles, with an "s", with diuretics and everything. And before I came here, I had some beer, with diuretics too..."
She did what? She did this to me!
Maxine used her remaining energy one last time to futilely struggled against the rope. The redhead laughed cruelly, while crossing her legs.
"I know you gotta piss! Don't lie! I need to as well. Don't take this personal or anything, I just cant find anyone to do this with, so might as well get it out of the way with you..."
Maxine began sobbing again, realizing that the redhead had no plans on giving her access to a toilet. Her desperate body language was rejected with laughter. She couldn't submit to such a humiliating fate. It seemed hopeless...but she had to fight!
The redhead pulled up a chair from the side of the empty room. She sat down directly in front of Maxine, waiting for her to burst. She giggled.
"Mind if I do...umm, this?"
The redhead pressed down on Maxine's swollen bladder with force. Maxine grunted and moaned in pain.
She nodded her head in resistance. That only made the redhead laugh more.
"Hahaha! Ha...ah..ahh! Oh god..." the redhead kissed between her teeth, as she too fought her own desperation. But she was enjoying it, unlike Maxine.
An evil smirk spread across the redhead's face, with her eyes lighting up in response to some sort of discovery.
"Sorry if this hurts, but I wanna get to the good part..."
With all her strength, she punched Maxine's swollen abdomen. Maxine yelled out in pain through her gags. The sudden pressure on her bladder was too much. The first few spurts showed up on her grey pants. The redhead snickered, proud of the results. Maxine sobbed loudly and blurry through her gag.
Oh no, no, no, no!!! I'm peeing myself, I'm peeing myself!! I can't stop!!
What started as a few spurts from her worn-out bladder turned uncontrollable. Maxine tried her best to strain her tired muscles more to close the dam, but it was no use. A small trickle, then a pressurized stream. Maxine screamed in horror. The redhead moaned in pleasure and arousal at the sight of the hottie in front of her, losing control of herself like a little kid.
The puddle grew under Maxine's butt, spilling from the edges of the chair. She lifted herself as much as the restraints allowed her too. The angle of her thighs made the urine trickle down, into the back of her knees and down her legs. Two small puddles grew around each of her feet, mixing with the larger puddle. Maxine gave the redhead one last look, pleading with her sad and teary eyes. The redhead wasn't interested in giving Maxine any sort of mercy or sympathy.
Infact, the redhead was wetting herself too, moaning in pleasure. She stood up, as the wet patch grew across the front of her jeans. She turned to see her butt. The patch travelled up, tracing her panty lines as the tightness forced her urine up her jeans. The warmth of the liquid streaming down her legs made her sigh in relaxation. She put her hand on her private, rubbing through her jeans in pleasure.
"Ohh....yeah...mm...feels....so fucking great...."
The redhead groaned. The pee from her saturated panties acted like a sort of lubricant. The fabric of her panties was silky enough as it was dry, but the wetness made it feel dozens of times better. The pleasure was too much.
"Ah!! Ahhhh!! Yes, ohhhhhhh yes!!!"
The redhead was releasing another sort of fluid into her ruined panties. Her eyes teared up in relief. Her body was shaking in a mixture of arousal and relief. She giggled uncontrollably as she took her hands off her privates, sticky in fluid, and rubbed the rest of her soaked jeans. The clinging of the fabric and post-release stickiness of the cool urine made the feeling even more amazing. She looked at Maxine, who was feeling the same post-release results, but with discomfort instead of please.
Maxine was sobbing. The inside of her pants were sticky and moist with the urine cooling down on her skin. The wet fabric hugging her legs and thighs were making her itchy. Her panties rode up her butt everytime she did the slightest movement. She was still lifting her butt about the seat, not wanting to further soak herself in her puddle. Eventually, her muscles gave in, and she was forced to sit back down the puddle of her pee on the seat, with discomfort and in defeat. There she was, a 30-year old grown woman with an Ivy League college degree, forced to sit down in her wet pants like some sniffling insolent brat. Maxine could no longer produce any new tears, so she sobbed dryly, sniffling in the trails of mucus that ran down her nose when she was crying. She took slow and heavy breathes, in and out. She looked up at her captor, who was smiling in relief and naughtiness. Her eyes were mixed with defeat, humiliation, and anger. The looks didn't provoke any sympathy or fear in her captor. Instead, in made her captor laugh. She looks so cute, embarrassed and angry...
"Pout all you want lady, don't think I'll kiss your ass like others have done all your life"
The redhead sat back down on her chair, sighed in tiredness. The room went silent, with only Maxine's breathing and the dripping of drops of pee into the floor being the only noise.
"Well, I think I'm done here for now. I got a backpack outside with fresh clothes for me, I'm not doing public wetting....yet"
She stood up, as Maxine struggled and pleaded for fresh clothes too. The redhead cruelly laughed, denying whatever her pee-soaked prisoner was begging for.
"Quit your shit. I'll be back for tomorrow for breakfast, I don't need you starving out on me."
Maxine screamed through her gag.
"Oh don't worry, I'll bring a some soda and good beer for us to drink, I won't forget"
The redhead walked to the door, turning off the light, leaving Maxine in the dark again.
"Good night princess, try to keep yourself dry for the night, m'kay? Sweet dreams, love you!"
She shut the door, leaving Maxine screaming and crying and begging.
Sadly for Maxine, this wouldn't be the only accident she would have during her captivity. Two weeks worth of accidents would go by, and her family would make an offer that her captor wasn't conformed with, extending her bondage for another month, unbeknownst to her at the moment. Poor Maxine would be forced to wet herself over and over, for the next six weeks, with the occasional messing. All of this in the same pair of dirty pants, as her captor would cruelly deny her the privilege of letting her change into clean clothes.
Maxine's captor had been given a good sum of money and fled to the Caribbean. She let a day go by, and then called Maxine's family to tell her where she was held.
Sitting on a beach, Gilly was tanning herself in a bikini, with a drink at her side. She smiled at the thought of the humiliation Maxine was probably facing, having her family and the police find her crying on top of such a large and smelly mess she had made over those last few weeks. She wondered how many showers Maxine would need to get rid of that scent of saturated urine and sweat.
Finishing up her drink, Gilly noticed a blond woman walk by her. She was gorgeous, had to be a model. Gilly grinned evilly as she followed the blond at a distance, to see where her hotel room was at. After this, she would probably have to go to the general shop nearby to buy rope and diuretics.
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I identify more with Maxine. I feel like I am more submissive than dominant. Im just too shy and quiet to act as somebody with power. I find it arousing to be the poor and helpless girl in the relationship. Not that ive ever had such a relationship, but I feel I would be more comfortable as the submissive one.
And I switched between POVs to give the characters more feeling to them. I feel like only dialogue would make them look like robots, so I want to look into their minds and show their actual emotions and how they turn into actions. But I still appreciate your feedback, I see where you are coming from! Thank you!
STORY FIVE: MUGGED AT GUNPOINT
Emily was holding back tears as she raced down the stairs. This is so fucking unfair
The night couldn't get any worst. Emily had been holding her bladder since 7pm, trying to finish up a huge project due in the morning. The office closed at 9pm, and Emily rushed to the bathroom as soon as possible. Much to her horror, the bathroom was closed for maintenance. And the office building was closed for the night, which meant that there was no bathroom available, as she was the last non-security person in the building. The only restroom would be where security is, but Emily had no idea where security even was.
She stood outside the broken bathroom, pacing and whimpering, wondering what to do. She had been denied relief, and it took her a while to register that in her head. Her new plan was to get to her car and drive to where a bathroom was, like a gas station. But again, luck cruelly denied her relief yet again, as the elevator was powered down for the night.
Now, trying her best not to wet her white jeans, she ran down the stairs, sobbing all the way down.
It hurts, I really need to fucking get to a toilet right now!!!
Poor Emily was forced to go down 7 long flights of stairs, stopping at each landing to bend over, and doing an exaggerated pee dance. By the time she was at the parking lot level, she was wailing. Her hopes of making it home dry were fading. She sniffled her mucus back into her nose, stuffing one hand into her crotch and using the other one to shift through her purse, looking for the keys to her car.
I can make it.....I...need to make it...I can't wet my pants!
Without a second to react, Emily was thrown forward into a concrete column. She smacked her face right into the column, giving her a bloody nose. She used both hands to hold herself in. She was in more shock than pain. She turned around to see a hooded figure a few feet away, walking up to her.
Emily screamed in shock, as she stumbled back up. She felt herself leak a little, before grabbing her crotch.
"Hands up bitch!"
"Wh-wha..no..I...p-ple-"
"Hands up!"
Emily had no choice but to take her hands out of between her legs, and raised them up. She gasped and groaned as she started to spurt little by little.
"Your purse, give it!"
"O-OK, just pl-please, my k-keys...."
"Give it!"
Emily sobbingly gave her purse to the thief, without taking her keys out
"I d-don't care, take it, I j-j-just need to pee so b-bad, let m-me go"
"You're already wetting yourself, shut up!" the thief replied in disgust as he shuffled through the purse, stuffing things into their pocket
Emily squeaked in embarrassment and horror when she noticed she was already wetting herself. She pulled the bottom of her red sweater as down as she could, to cover the growing wet spot. But it was no use.
The pee made her white pants totally transparent. From the front her dark blue panties were seen a little through the wet fabric. But if you were to look at her from behind, it would seem as if she had no pants on. The held-up urine shot out force from her, flowing up her firm and round butt, and traveling completely down her backside, pooling at her feet.
Emily feel to her knees, into her puddle, and began sobbing in the post-accident humiliation. A few isolated spurts shot out into her panties, but they sponged up so much urine that the spurts just went through the fabric of her underwear and jeans, into the large puddle under her.
The gunman was no longer there, and instead, was taking Emily's car. Emily screamed in horror, as she stumbled onto her feet, trying to run after her car. She was too late, as she saw her stolen car drive away. Emily stood there, wailing in defeat. She pinched out her tight jeans to keep them from sticking uncomfortably to her skin, but it was no use. She angrily patted down her wet jeans into her skin, in the frustration and anger.
Emily didn't know what to do. She wiped off the blood from her nose with the sleeve of her sweater. Her brown hair was messy and soaked in sweat. She took off her sweater, leaving her with only her tank top covering her top in the cold air of the parking garage. She tied her sweater around her waist, in a sad attempt to hide her shame. It only covered her butt and upper thighs though, still revealing the wetness of the bottom of her legs.
She didn't want to walk home like this. It would be too embarrassing for people to see her, a young woman, in wet pants like some toddler. Through dry sobs and sniffling, she walked back into the building, to find the security office. Maybe they can help her out there. She would have no choice but to explain to whoever was there why her jeans were soaked. Maybe they might have something for me to wear....
Poor Emily began her search for the office, sobbing, and walking in a limp-like manner as a result of the sticky and horrible feeling of the cold and wet fabric hugging her legs and butt. |
Hi all! This is the first time I've posted a story here! Let me know what you think. The original version of this story had some poop elements as well -- not a whole lot, there were a few lines and one section I had to remove to make it pee-only. If you're interested in the original version, let me know and I can provide it, or head over to the WetSet message board and check it out there.
With my apologies to Salinger:
Franny and the Infinite Ocean
Franny's leg was shaking. Her date, Laraby, was going on again.
"Professor Morris says I have a lot of promise, you know. He sent me an email
the second he finished my essay on Proust's Moral Relativism, saying just
that. I really need to read it to you some time, you know Professor Morris
wants me to try to dress it up for publication, did I tell you that? But those
submission rules are such a bother, they really constrict true scholarship. I
say, Fran, are you listening?"
Her thumb absentmindedly tapped the filter of her cigarette as she eyed her
empty wine glass. "Waiter, I'm ever so--" she stopped as the waiter leaned in
to hear her in the noisy bar, "I'm ever so sorry, but could I get another
glass of the sancerre?" She blushed at Laraby's look, "I'm so very thirsty
tonight, Laraby, I can't ever remember being so thirsty."
Laraby looked at his watch and whistled, "Four glasses in an hour Franny, I
hope you won't be too drunk to make it to the game. Well anyway as I was
saying, Professor Morris..."
There was a glaring light over by the pool table, and Franny turned away from
it, elongating her statuesque neck. She took another drag from her cigarette
and then smiled gratefully at the waiter as he lay the new glass gently on the
table. Laraby paused mid-sentence, waiting for the server to leave, and then
launched in again.
"I mean, reading Fred's paper, you'd think Baudelaire was the first person to
think of the goddamn virtues since Aristotle, but -- I say, Franny, are you
going to drink that in one go?"
Franny put the empty glass back down and fiddled with its placement on the
checked tablecloth. "Laraby, I'm so tired. All these smart people talking
about smart things and going to the damn game, and nobody really saying
anything that counts, and I'm so damn tired of it. I've been going with you
for, what a year? And you've never done anything with me that means anything.
I mean it, Laraby." Her leg was shaking like crazy, she probably looked
crazy.
"Franny, hey, you're looking pale, are you going to be all right?"
"I don't know, I don't think I know anything. You know, I've been--" she
glanced to either side, "I've been reading things, Laraby, things that excite
me more than goddamn Proust ever did."
"Like... what?"
Franny could feel it coming. It was coming, so why not just say something? But
he would never understand, no one in this whole over-intellectualized town would
ever get it. Her leg, twitching on its own for the last half hour, finally
stopped, and she knew that was it. She felt the wetness start to spread
beneath her, first pooling in her lap, then flowing out between her knees. It
was dripping, then flowing onto the floor.
He saw the look on her face, eye fluttering slightly, face suddenly flushed,
the faintest trickle of sweat on her lovely forehead. She looked like she
might be getting sick, or maybe like she did after they made love that time in
Franny's parents' apartment. Then he heard a spattering sound.
"Are you spilling your--" but one glance between his feet at the spreading puddle
and he leapt up from the table. "Franny what in God's name?"
She was panting, and had long since given up fighting. She even pushed, how
naughty is that? she thought, but then I guess this whole thing is naughty,
isn't it? She pushed harder and harder, and as she ground herself into the
chair, she felt herself explode with pleasure. She gave a little shriek, and
then felt the eyes of the whole bar on her. Laraby, without a word, grabbed
her hand and led her out of the bar, her soaked pants dripping a little trail
out the door.
****
In a well appointed neighborhood in Manhattan, nestled up on the 7th floor,
there is a cluttered, sunbathed apartment, in the living room of which we now
find Franny, hair tousled, clothing rumpled, lying on a threadbare couch
beneath an old knit blanket. Two hours after her mother bustled through,
fretting about Laraby, who has called twice, and insisting that Franny get up
this instant young lady, she remains unmoved, pretending to sleep.
****
Having lay on the couch all morning without rising, and finding it now
mid-afternoon, Franny considered getting up to do her business. Just then,
Bloomberg, the family cat, landed on her chest with a thud, having aparently
misjudged the distance from couch back to floor. Always dignified, Bloomberg
turned once and settled down atop Franny, and she lay there petting him for
another half an hour or so, until she started to doze.
Her midsection was warm but aching, and in the haze of sleep she relized that
it was too warm, and then her lap was far, far too wet.
"The couch!" She leapt up, Bloomberg scrambling to land on his feet. She had
needed to go for so long, it felt such a relief to stand there emptying
herself onto the dusty floor. But she soon had her wits about her again, and
tried to clamp off the flow as she ran to the commode, a trail of wet
footprints leading to the bathroom door.
Instead of sitting on the toilet, however, Franny chose the great claw-footed
tub. She lay back, prone as she had been all day, and lit a cigarette she
found in a pack on the windowsill. She took one drag and settled her arm onto
the tub ledge, the cigarette held loosely in her hand over the ashtray her
brother had precariously perched there. Closing her eyes, she finished wetting
through her nightgown.
It always felt so good, letting herself go like that. What a shame it had to
end every time. She brought the cigarette to her lips, then froze. The thought
in her head was unfinished, but in that moment it appeared so clearly that she
dropped the cigarette and jumped from the tub. She padded down the hallway to
her room as quickly as she could without slipping, closed the door behind her,
and plopped in front of her computer.
When the screen awoke she quickly went to the site she had been obsessing over
for the last month, an internet forum. She saw there were several new threads,
and while she was tempted to catch up on what she had missed, she instead
clicked "start new topic." The cursor sat there, blinking at her, and she
paused, tapping her finger on the desk. She fumbled for a moment with the box
of cigarettes by her desk, until she extracted one and lit it with a match.
She leaned back as she took the first puff, and became aware of the wetness of
her underthings. Leaning forward again, she placed the cigarette in her mouth,
poised her fingers above the keyboard and began to type.
I want to learn to pee constantly.
She tapped her cigarette on the ashtray by the keyboard, then set it down.
What was she even asking? Was this possible? Probably not, but it was a lovely
fantasy, wasn't it?
She hit submit, then leaned back again and reached under her soaked nightgown,
into her warm, wet panties. She parted her legs and closed her eyes as she
pleasured herself.
****
Three days. Franny's mother bothered and fussed, and Franny finally began to
consider returning to school. But the night before she planned to leave, she
found herself sitting on a towel at her desk, bladder rapidly filling, staring
at her screen with a mix of fear and excitement. Tucked between a series of
horndog replies to her post, there was one that held a tantalising promise.
We have found the way. It is difficult, but those who come with an open heart
can find the path to the endless river. If you are serious about your quest, I
can bring you into the fold.
Was she serious? She felt a twinge between her legs and knew that she was --
there was nothing for her among the self-conscious intelligentsia at school.
She began to relax her bladder as she typed her reply, slowly soaking her
pants and the towel beneath her.
****
Less than a week later, in a cozy cafe downtown, Franny waited at a booth, and
squirmed slightly on the vinyl seats. She had gotten there early to scope
things out, and now a combination of nerves and the two cups of coffee were
making her feel a familiar fullness.
Before she had time to do anything about it, a man walked into the cafe.
He was of average height, with very close-cropped hair and thin-rimmed
glasses. He wore loose, flowing robes, and as he approached her, she saw his
far away expression -- eyes lax, fluttery, ecstatic.
He sat across from her without a word, somehow knowing she was his target
without question, and gazed through her.
"You may call me Soothing Rain."
Franny blinked and then stuttered, "Uh, you can call me Fran." The name felt
so very ordinary on her lips. They sat there in silence, Soothing Rain staring
serenely. Franny nervously lit a cigarette. Finally, he spoke.
"Why are you here?"
"You told me we should meet--"
"You know that is not the question I'm asking," he interrupted.
She gulped, and then managed to squeak, almost inaudibly, "I want to learn...
to pee constantly." Her voice was embarrassingly high.
"If you have not learned to embrace your search, perhaps you are not ready for
my counsel." He began to rise from his seat, but she grabbed his hand.
"I want to learn how to pee constantly."
His eyes seemed to come into focus for the first time, and he looked at her so
piercingly that she almost cried out. But she held his gaze. He took a long
breath.
"Why?"
She looked out the window for a moment. "Because when I'm peeing is the only
time I feel like myself. But it always ends."
He smiled. "Your reasons are righteous. And you speak of your commitment, but
you must show with your actions that you are ready. You cannot pee constantly
because you have chosen not to pee constantly."
Franny shook her head. "My-- I always run out. My bladder empties! That's not
a choice, it's--" she gestured up at the ceiling, "It's biology!"
He raised his eyebrow, then rubbed his hands together lightly. "You feel the
need now, do you not?"
She blushed, then nodded, looking down at the table.
"Yet you are not peeing now, are you?"
"What, here? I'm not going to start wetting all over the--" then she thought
of the other night with Laraby. She took a drag on her cigarette but found it
had burned down to a butt. She dropped it in the ashtray. Soothing Rain looked
on in silence again. Her face burned. Finally, she thought of a counter
argument.
"Well, why aren't you peeing right now?"
"You think I'm not?"
This was confounding. Franny instinctively looked under the table, but saw no
spreading puddle.
"Um, are you?"
Looking off into the distance, a slight smile on his face, he nodded ever so
slightly. "You always have a choice."
Franny looked at the table again, and felt her bladder push. It would
certainly feel good to let go right now. But in front of all these people? She
took a deep breath. Then another. Then she closed her eyes, and let it flow.
The warm piss enveloped her privates, filled up her panties and began to pool
in her lap before it started pouring onto the seat, and the floor. She could
feel his eyes on her, but she didn't look. She kept her eyes shut, and knew
that the puddle must be spreading across the floor. But slowly, as always, she
felt the stream begin to slow.
Finally she opened her eyes. "See, I'm empty again. It always stops."
He crossed his arms, and for the first time she heard the low hissing sound of
his pee hitting fabric.
"You have much to learn."
****
"Remember this well, for you must learn to say it ceaselessly--"
Franny sat beside Soothing Rain in a cool, dry, stone gallery, the antechamber
of the monastery of the Infinite Ocean. High windows cast shafts of light down
to the floor below. She was becoming used to these long pauses. He blinked
slowly and then began.
"'I am the flowing river; I am the endless waterfall; the infinite ocean passes
through me.' Now repeat after me. I am the flowing river--"
I am the flowing river
"I am the endless waterfall--"
I am the endless waterfall
"the infinite ocean passes through me."
the infinite ocean passes through me.
Soothing Rain allowed the echo to die down, until all was silent except the
light pattering of his urine hitting the inside of his pants.
"You will say this prayer from now until the end of your days. You must learn
to say it without end, for it is the foundation of peeing constantly. Begin
now."
She shivered a little. How much did she truly want this? He noticed her
hesitation.
"If this is not your path, you may turn around now. But know that if you leave
this place now, it will be forever closed to you."
She looked up at a ray of light shining overhead. Then she spoke.
"I am the flowing river; I am the endless waterfall; the infinite ocean passes
through me."
****
He led her through a long hallway lined with monks. Most of them sat silently,
clothed and cross-legged, often with eyes closed, sometimes with lips moving
in a pattern she could already recognize, repeating the infinite ocean prayer.
They passed a woman sitting naked in a great stone bowl, filled to the brim
and overflowing. As her urine spilled over the edge, it trickled down the
sides and into a grate on the floor. Further down the hallway, Franny saw
something so striking she had to stop walking.
"What-- what ever is he doing?"
There on a stone bench, folded impossibly in half, a man sat naked, felating
himself.
"He is an adept of the Ceaseless Cycle. He drinks endlessly as he pees
constantly."
She could see now that the man's adam's apple bobbed up and down rhythmically,
drinking his own urine as fast as it was produced. Soothing Rain started to
move on, and Franny reluctantly followed, walking uncomfortably as she felt
her privates swell with excitement. She struggled to resume the prayer, moving
her lips silently as she followed him to the end of the hall.
****
"To learn to be endlessly open, you must first learn the opposite. Before you
are initiated into our order, you will withstand the Ordeal of the Overflowing
Cup."
Franny barely had time to think before a trio of monks had surrounded her,
bustling her into a small circular room with an opening at the top. There was
a stone tablet in the center, and she was instructed to sit there with her
legs crossed. One of the monks spoke to her with a faraway tone.
"You will remain here unmoving until you have learned the discipline to hold
your water for three days and three nights."
"Three days and--" she could hardly believe her ears. "How in the world will I
do that?"
"You must look within yourself and find comfort in the prayer. You must have
the beginning of self mastery. Three days of an overflowing cup is nothing
compared to an eternity of the infinite ocean. You will remain seated until you
have completed your ordeal."
Another monk brought her a small china cup, containing hot tea. He brought it
to her lips, and she drank it, knowing she had no choice.
****
The hour was growing late -- she could see the sunlight faltering in the
window above her. Her legs quivered as she tried to continue saying the prayer
while every part of her body cried out for relief. Every few minutes, a monk
returned with a cup of tea, which she drank without question. She clenched
with all her might, but as the last hint of light disappeared from the sky,
she felt a momentary spurt wet her panties. NO she thought, even as she kept
mouthing the words of the prayer. But her body had taken control out of her
hands. Another spurt followed, and then another. Within a few minutes, she was
rhythmically clenching and releasing, and she felt a wet patch spread in her
jeans, first just a tiny spot right at her crotch, then a saucer-sized stain.
Slowly it enveloped her entire crotch and started to spread out to her knees.
She started to weep quietly. By the time the next cup of tea arrived, the
spurts were growing longer and longer, and a puddle was starting to form. The
monk brought the cup to her lips, and spoke as he did so.
"Take heart, young one. Every member of our order has endured the ordeal, and
you too will find your strength after many defeats."
Franny gulped down a sob, even as she felt the spasms finally stop as her
bladder opened completely. Her pants were soaked and the puddle grew faster
than it could go down the small drain in front of her. The monk bowed
wordlessly and exited.
Hours more went by, cup after cup of the strange bitter tea passed her lips,
and dawn began to lighten the sky outside. Franny lost control again as the
crisp pink light began to turn to the full brightness of day. Her pants were
still damp from the night before, and the stream flowed straight from her
crotch out to the floor.
Still the tea kept coming.
****
She lost count of the days, of the number of times she emptied her bladder into
her pants. Time seemed frozen, as though a second and a day were
the same. She couldn't be sure, but it seemed like, maybe, her wettings were
growing further apart, or perhaps closer together? The light of the moon and
the sun seemed to both be shining at once. She had waking dreams, that she was
drowning in a sea of tigers, that she was being guided down an endless hallway
lined with naked monks, their endless streams of piss raining on her as she
passed each one. She saw that the roof of her room was gone, that the window
had grown to the size of the entire sky. The sun and the moon both circled the
Earth together in tandem.
****
She was sitting alone in the chamber, cool morning light just beginning to
show through the window. Her bladder felt like it contained the world. But
the frantic vibrations of her body had stopped -- she breathed calmly, and
repeated the prayer.
Soothing Rain was kneeling before her. His eyes were still far away, but he was
smiling openly.
"You have passed through the ordeal, Franny. You are ready to become one of us."
Then she was being carried by four strong monks, then stripped of her clothing
and bathed with soft, caring hands. And all the time her bladder remained
full. They brought out a length of the thick cloth and wrapped it intricately around
her waist and legs, enveloping her pussy. Soothing Rain spoke softly to her as
they worked.
"This is the traditional garment of our order. It will accept from you your
contant stream and be changed twice daily in a cleansing ritual. You have passed
through the fire of self denial and soon you will feel the ecstasy of relief."
She still couldn't stand, so once she was wrapped and robed, the monks carried
her to a small room and lay her on a tablet, then filed silently out of the
room. Franny closed her eyes and felt the hugeness of her need. She was just
starting to drift off to sleep when Soothing Rain spoke. She hadn't realized
he was still there.
"You're ready now. The prayer has prepared your mind, and the ordeal has
prepared your body. Now you must realize the truth. Your trial referred to the
overflowing cup. But in reality you are not a cup. You cannot contain the
infinite ocean -- you are surrounded by it, and it passes through you. You are
merely a conduit for the flowing river. Make your choice now to allow it to
pass through you ceaselessly and without interruption."
Franny closed her eyes again, and spoke the prayer aloud for the first time
since the trial began.
"I am the flowing river;"
As she exhaled she felt the contents of her bladder surge forward.
"I am the endless waterfall;"
The muscles that held back her urine quivered as she slowly relaxed them.
"The infinite ocean passes through me."
And with that, the dam burst, and she began wetting full force, stronger than
she ever had before. She felt it envelope her privates, and run deliciously
around her behind.
"All of time is but one instant," Soothing Rain intoned, "You are peeing now,
therefore you are peeing always."
The wrappings absorbed everything without fail, and as she peed and peed, she
arched her back with pleasure. Moaning, reciting the prayer, she reached
slowly down and touched the outside of the wrappings between her legs, and
exploded in orgasm, her stream growing, if anything, more powerful as she
came.
As her panting slowly subsided, she became aware of her surroundings again,
and the soft sound of her wetting into her robes, and of Soothing Rain sitting
beside her, smiling serenely.
"Sleep now, child, and dream of the waves washing over you."
With that, he stood up and left the room, and Franny drifted to sleep, her
stream never ceasing. She was wetting her pants, constantly. |
Author's Note: Genders of Foxy and Mangle are switched, they are now female and male respectively. While this takes place during the timeframe of the second game, the Toys do not exist. Neither do Balloon Boy or The Puppet/Marionette. Scary parts of the Fazbear lore will not appear.
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Night 1
Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A place of joy and mirth to kids across the country, where they could go and play mediocre arcade games to earn tickets that could be cashed in to get cheap yet too expensive prizes, while also getting substandard pizza that's not up to par. A children's restaurant like that wasn't unique, but what made Freddy's special was the characters they had created. The titular bear was the leader of the gang that was also a band, which made him the singer.
His friends were Bonnie the Bunny and Chica the Chicken. Bonnie was the guitarist, and a bit of a strange guy. He was usually pretty aloof and quiet with a little bit of a short attention span, but there were times where he'd get a little too close to others, most commonly Chica. Chica, the keyboard player, was the token girl of the group. She was a fan of eating, though she wasn't fat by any means, she was a bit large. She was the most energetic, fun and perky. Pretty talkative, too.
But while those three were the trio, they weren't the only characters in the show. That's where Foxy came in. Foxy was the other girl, and she was a special exception to the characters. She wasn't a part of the main group, she was a pirate, a maiden of the open seas. The fact that she didn't have as much showtime didn't mean she wasn't popular, Foxy was by far the most famous, even above the bear in the chain's title.
However, not everyone liked Freddy's, and the detractors all had the same complaint: the animatronics. They were unnatural, their movements were uncanny, the coverings were usually ripped and exposing the robotic endoskeletons, and sometimes they smelled weird (though that one could be attributed to the kids that surrounded them).
However, one lone Fazbear's Pizza in the remote reaches of Idaho was different, for their beloved characters weren't represented by robots. Here, they were the real deal. Well, not real real, it's not like the managers were going to just bring in real bears or foxes into the restaurant, that would cause problems involving diseases, hygiene, and possible attacks. No, these guys were unique.
They were animals, but not. They had the characteristics of the animals they were supposed to be, things like fur or feathers, ears, muzzles, teeth, tails, paws and claws. But they were also human in a sense, they stood on two legs and had two arms with fully dexterous hands, understood and spoke English, and had human anatomy that necessitated they wear clothing. Seeing as they were the only anthropomorphized animals in existence, it'd be easy to call them freaks of nature against God's will, but they weren't any worse than the animatronics every other place did. And it was 1987, no one really cared and the kids liked them.
The sun was going down earlier than they were used to this November, and the place was closing for the day. Bonnie was cleaning his guitar, Freddy was sweeping the show stage, and Foxy was leaning against the curtain's of her Pirate's Cove a few rooms away when Chica came to join her. “Pretty busy today, eh, Foxy?”
“Birthday parties always are, lass. But it's all worth it for the smiles and laughs on the kiddos when they get the cake and presents.” Foxy pulled the fake hook off her right hand, hung it on one of the curtain's wear and tear holes, pulled off her eyepatch and placed it on the new hook. “Unless they're the rough types, of course, then it's a little more painful.”
As if on cue (though it honestly could have been), in walked the other fox of the staff, a male fox with a name that no one knew. All they had was the nickname the human staff had given him, “Mangle”, referring to the minor injuries he always had considering his job was looking after and entertaining the very young kids. Today, his white fur did nothing to hide the multiple bruises he was sporting, which Chica took note of. “Some rowdy kids today, Mangle?”
“Please don't call him that, Chica. It's insulting,” Foxy said, offended for her fellow canine.
“Relax, Foxy. I'm cool with it, it really doesn't bother me. Yeah, young kids are really touchy, they'll pull, punch, and bite whatever they feel like. You get used to it after a while.”
“Yo, Mangle! You mind mopping up the showroom,” Bonnie yelled from across the building.
Mangle turned his head to the door the sound came from and replied with a shout of his own. “Yeah, sure, I'm coming over!” He looked back at the girls and gave a quick wave. “Alright, see you girls later.”
Once Mangle was gone, Chica gently punched Foxy's shoulder. “Come on, you can't hide a look like that from me. I know what's on your mind.”
Foxy looked around nervously. “W-what are you talking about, Chica?”
“You really think I can't see that massive blush on your cheeks, the way you can't keep eye contact with him, that attention grabbing outfit, it's pretty obvious that you've got a thing for Mangle.”
Foxy looked down at her usual attire, a pair of thigh-length brown shorts with multiple holes of varying sizes (thankfully, none of them were in inappropriate locations), with her breasts covered by tape wrapped around her chest. It covered everything it needed to, but it wasn't the epitome of modesty. “What are you talking about, this is what I always wear.”
“Yeah, but you take advantage of how much it leaves open whenever he's around. I see it, you stick out your chest a little, pull on your shorts, things to act a little more sexy. You're not the flirty type, you wouldn't do something like that unless you wanted to show a little extra fur off specifically.”
Foxy felt a little insulted, it sounded like her partner was calling her clothes slutty. “Oh, and your uniform is a whole lot better, with those pink shorts that should not be in a children's restaurant.”
She certainly had a point, Chica's shorts barely covered more than underwear, but she didn't want to get upset about Foxy's comment in the middle of a conversation. They were her official uniform anyway, and she secretly liked how incredibly revealing they were. “I'm going to look past that insulting comment because I want to help you. Do you want to ask Mangle out?”
Foxy looked down at the floor and kicked her foot front and back. There was an awkward silence as her paw swung, until she quietly answered, “yes.” She looked back up and Chica, a pleading look in her big golden eyes. “Do you think you could help me?”
Chica smiled and put her arm around Foxy's shoulders. “Sure, I've got your back. I'm a master of romance, me and Bonnie had a good relationship for a while. Just don't bring it up anymore, and I'll teach you everything I can. First tip I have to give you, talk to him a lot more. You barely speak to him, so there's no way to know if you've got chemistry. Start conversation when you've got the time, and subtly let on that you're interested. But don't be too forward, or you might scare him off.”
The door to Pirate's Cove opened, and Bonnie stuck his head through. “Hey, girls! Freddy called a meeting, some important stuff to talk about. Let's go.” He waved his paw, motioning them to follow.
Foxy looked at Chica. “What do you think he wants now?”
“Who knows. Freddy's a control nut, it's probably some inconsequential thing about us messing up something in a show or something.”
Bonnie grumbled. “Yeah, so he's gonna be pissed if you keep him waiting. Let's go already, or am I going to drag both of you?”
The girls stood up and followed Bonnie to the main showroom, where Freddy and Mangle were at one of the kids' tables, Mangle in a chair that was clearly too small for a adult animal. They took their seats, Foxy making a point to sit next to her crush and to not sit on her big bushy tail, and Freddy started the meeting. “So, I've called all of you here for this meeting because one of us has made a big discovery. Mangle, would you care to elaborate?”
Mangle quickly put his hand up. “Yeah, so when I was getting the mop and bucket out of the employee room, I caught a glimpse of the night guard schedule. Looks like we got a new face starting tonight, a Jeremy Fitzgerald.”
Everyone began murmuring between themselves at the exciting news. A new night guard meant one thing. Freddy straightened his black bow tie, and tipped his top hat. “And that means that it's time to break out the old Fazbear Frights once again.”
“So, do you have a plan on how to deal with this Jeremy,” Chica asked. “Do we wear masks, go through the vents, flash the lights, oh I'm excited!”
That was the other thing all of them liked: scaring the new night guards. Of course, they were good sports, they wouldn't do anything worse than scaring the guy, but they put their hearts into it. The first week, the guard would have to keep his eyes on the security cameras, the main hallway to the office, every nook and cranny of the pizzeria because they could be anywhere, waiting to strike.
“It's not final yet, but I've got a tentative plan on my mind already. Let's start the kid off easy, just Bonnie and Chica on the first night. I'll leave the details of tonight on you guys.”
“Aww...I wanted to get in on the fun with the new guy,” Foxy lamented.
“You'll get your chance later, Foxy. Soften him up tonight, and the rest of us come in later. I'm thinking you and Mangle will shine starting tomorrow,” Freddy explained. “For now, you've got the night to yourself.”
Disappointed that tonight was going to be a boring night when her friends were going to be having fun, Foxy stood up slowly. “Alright, then I'm going to my room for the night. Hope you guys enjoy yourself.” She walked out the room towards the stairs in the corner of the building, a skulk in her step.
The attic floor of this specific Fazbear's Pizza was converted to living quarters for the animals. Pretty poorly furnished, the apartment was nothing more than 2 bedrooms and a small bathroom. Not much for insulation, so it could get cold this time of year, but that's what fur and feathers were for. The walls, floors, and ceiling were nothing more than bare wood planks, and the only sources of light were lightbulbs precariously hanging from the ceiling beams.
Foxy opened the door to the bedroom she shared with Chica and pulled the thin metal chain to brighten the room, shut the thin, light door to the room, and flopped onto her messy bed. It was too early to go to bed, but she didn't have any form of entertainment. She looked at the ceiling and let her mind wander, until her sensitive nose picked something up; her job required running, and that meant sweat. Everyone else was busy with something else, now would be the best time to get in the shower.
Getting back up, she shut the bedroom light off again and walked back into the hallway, where she noticed there was a little light leaking out from the sides of the male bedroom door. Being considerate, she knocked on the door. “I'm gonna take a shower, you need to get in?”
“Ack,” Mangle's voice ejaculated. “Y-yeah, you're good, go right ahead!”
Foxy questioned why he responded so violently in shock, but thought better of asking. She instead went into the bathroom and turned on those lights, made sure the door was shut, and pulled the shower curtain open. She turned the knobs to get the running water to a temperature that would wash her coat well and relax her body. Untying her top and pulling her shorts off, she stripped down and stepped into the stream, letting it run over her body, enjoying the feeling of hot water running through her fur and down her legs.
The sound of running water was relaxing, letting her think. Eyes would be on her tomorrow, she needed a plan to impress everyone, make that guard remember her well. And the idea was coming to her. “That's it! Oh, that Jeremy is going to be surprised when I show up!” |
Author's Note: The desperation was supposed to start in this chapter, but I like to keep chapters around 2000 words, and I was reaching that word count without anything happening. I was also unsure how I could prolong the omorashi part for 4 chapters, so...next chapter. I swear.
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Night 2
“And then I pressed my face up against the right window, and he was so shocked that he fell backwards out of his chair!” Chica was relating last night's events to Foxy and Mangle over dinner. While they usually ate normal food that the managers would buy for them from the grocery store, Chica had a soft spot for the place's pizza. It certainly wasn't good, but it was always accessible, and she had grown the taste for it.
Foxy, eating a meal that wouldn't give her a stomach virus, was listening intently to the story in order to learn Jeremy's patterns. “Are you sure he was okay after that, he wasn't hurt?”
“Nah, he was already back up by the time I was recovering from the laughter. He didn't see it coming, that’s for sure!” She ate the crust of the slice she was working on, leaving only a little of a full pizza remaining, having eaten it all in 10 minutes.
Freddy sat at the table with them. “Hey Chica, I was looking over the footage from last night, you did a good job. Do you two think you can match that?”
Mangle put down the cheap soft drink he was sipping on. “Gonna be honest, I got no plan. Foxy's been bragging all day that she had a master plan, I was just planning on following her lead.”
“Well then, I hope that your strategy is something worth being proud of, Foxy. I've got work to do, so I'll be seeing you in the morning,” Freddy remarked before heading off to the living quarters.
Foxy glared at Mangle, who was back to sipping on his straw. “Good job putting me on the spot there, Mangle. Now I'm responsible for your success too.”
He shrugged. “You're a smart girl, Foxy. I'm sure that you can come up with an extra attack that I could use.” The last of his drink had been sucked up, leaving him with a few seconds of air before giving up completely. “Alright, I'm gonna go relax, I'll come back around 11, and you can fill me in on the details then.” He waved, and walked off.
Once he was out, Foxy collapsed in her chair in excitement. “He said I'm smart! And he trusts me to come up with his plan of attack!”
“I can't say I'm too impressed by him dumping the responsibility on you, but if you're cool with it, go for it. If what you come up with works, you could convince him that he owes you, and that's the first date.” Chica bit into the crust of the last slice. “You ever just get sick of the crust of the pizza after eating so much of it over a pizza?”
“No, because I've never eaten an entire pizza by myself. A few slices isn't enough to turn me off the taste.” With that, Foxy also walked out, leaving Chica confused to whether that was a stealth insult or not.
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It was 11:30 PM, half an hour before Jeremy was set to clock in for the night. Foxy and Mangle were at the curtains of Pirate's Cove, each holding a styrofoam cup of coffee, they'd need the help of caffeine to make it through a full night on high alert. Foxy was in the middle of detailing what Mangle needed to do, as they both took frequent sips of the hot beverage. “Do you think you can avoid the cameras like a pro,” Foxy asked.
Mangle smirked. “You question my skills at tactical espionage action? I'm a pro, I know the camera's blind spots, and how to blend into the shadows. In fact, don't call me Mangle on a mission, I'm going by my codename: Foxhound.”
Foxy looked his body over up and down, only stopping for a few seconds to admire his physique. “You've got a white coat. I hope you're taking that into account when you say that you can remain unseen in the dark.”
“I'm aware of my shortcomings, Foxy. I'll borrow some dark clothes from Bonnie or Freddy. Which means I should probably run up to our room and grab something real quick, so I should do that now. I got the plan down, Foxy.”
Mangle was just about to leave, until Bonnie came running into the room, panting from the effort. “H-hey, Freddy got something for us to use from now on.” He reached into the large pockets of his black jacket and pulled out two devices. “Some radios, we can talk to each other at any time. I think the intention was to use them during work, but I trust you two can come up with a good use for them tonight.”
Foxy grabbed it with her free hand, and considered how this was going to work. “I’m going to put my hook on, so I’ll only have one free hand, and these pants don’t have pockets.”
“You’re going to be hiding behind the curtain the whole night anyway, you can leave it lying around. By the way Bonnie, I need to borrow your other coat so I have a chance of not being seen.”
“Fine, but try to keep it clean this time. You got I don’t even know what on it last time I lent it to you, and it took me a long time to get those stains out. Better yet, go buy your own damn coat and mess it up whenever you want.”
“Okay, thanks, man. Be right back!” Mangle ran off, leaving Bonnie with Foxy for a few seconds before Bonnie broke the silence by leaving himself. Foxy put her eyepatch and hook hand back on and hid in the Pirate's Cove. Now she just had to wait, Jeremy wouldn't know what was coming.
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Foxy was bored. Really bored. She had done these all-nighters before, but it didn't matter; sitting around waiting for something to do was unbearable, especially for an energetic fox like her. And because she needed to hide behind the curtains for the plan to work, she couldn't use lights to read or anything, or else she could be caught. She had to just bear it out until it was time for her to play her part.
But even the thought of something good coming later did nothing to ease the pain of patience. She kept picking up the radio, hoping that it was about to go off. Nothing but silence, of course. She tried to pass the time by whistling a sea shanty, but any louder and it'd echo through the halls and give away her position.
Finally, around 2 am, Bonnie's voice came through the radio, whispering, crackly and low quality. “Okay, I'm hanging out in Jeremy's right vent, I can just see him, he doesn't know I'm here.”
After a few seconds of silence, another voice came through, this time Mangle's. “Bonnie, you're supposed to say 'over' when you're done talking. It's only one-way, we need to know when you're finished so we can talk and be heard. Over.”
Now Chica came through the receiver. “Mangle, I think we can tell when we're done, we're not stupid. What's Jeremy up to now?”
“He's looking at the cameras, but it doesn't look like he learned anything from last night, because he doesn't seem to be paying much attention. I think he assumed he was only getting one night of initiation.”
Foxy jumped up from the floor and grabbed the curtain. “Alright then, I'm doing my thing now, when he isn't prepared. Taking my run, keep me alerted, over.”
“See, Foxy's willing to humor me.”
With the radio gripped tightly in her free paw, Foxy burst through the curtains of Pirate's Cove, running through the building to get to the security room in seconds flat. Before anyone would have suspected or have been able to react, she was already right next to the left door, wide open for the taking. But she wasn't going to just lean in and end it there, she needed to wait until the perfect moment.
So close to the door, but just out of sight, she could hear everything happening in the security office, and right now, the only sound was the phone's recording in the middle of a message. “Did...uh... Did Foxy ever appear in the hallway? Probably not. I was just curious. Like I said, she was always my favorite. Always a bit twitchy, though.”
Foxy smiled at the voice she was hearing. It was the last guard, the one she affectionately nicknamed “Phone Guy”. They were very friendly with each other, she would stay up with him sometimes if she had nothing to do the next day, and they'd talk about themselves, their days, and their hobbies. She was sad to see him go, but it was at least nice to hear that he was personally instructing the new guy. Though she was a little offended by his choice of words, what did he mean by “twitchy”?
While she was contemplating what she had done to earn that description, she was suddenly blinded by a bright light. Not that it was difficult to do so, wearing an eyepatch meant she was more adjusted to the darkness at any given moment, and that only made it more painful. Unable to see, she stumbled from her hiding spot, and fell on her ass right in the doorway just as the whiteness began to fade.
Once she could see again, standing above her was a human, his hand reaching out of sight to the side of the door, and he was smiling connivingly. “Just so you know, I was already told that you don't like flashing lights.” His hidden hand moved, and the hallway lights flashed again. Blinded again, she screeched and fell over fully onto the floor, her non-hook hand covering her free eye to hide from the agony.
It faded again, and she reluctantly looked out again...only for Jeremy to flip the lights five times in a row, sending Foxy straight back to the floor. “Oh come on! That's just being a dick, Jeremy!” |
So, since the fiction section of the site still isn't back, I've decided to post the chapters anyone would want to read to a place where it can still be read.
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Night 3
Another night had come, and that meant another night hiding behind Pirate's Cove for Foxy. Thankfully, they had done a few tests, and determined that light wouldn't be visible as long as the brightness was kept low. So there she was with a little light, and a book she had borrowed from Bonnie. It was a little difficult, even with her powerful fox eyes, but it was a pretty entertaining book. High fantasy of pirates on the sea, a book Foxy probably should have owned or at least read before, especially when one of her friends had it. It wasn't just her job, she loved the adventure of the open ocean, having a faithful crew on a big boat on the hunt for treasure. She liked the kids and the work, but she'd leave it if she was confident she could make it on the sea.
Unfortunately, reading this specific book was also creating a problem for Foxy. As came with the territory, the book contained many detailed, meticulous descriptions of the waves crashing against the hull of the boat, and while it was good for detail, it was making Foxy feel something in her abdomen. A feeling she was very familiar with, that feeling of the multiple cups of coffee she needed to get through the night making their way through her body. She was going to need to make a trip to the bathroom at some point soon to take care of the ocean in her body.
But why was it bothering her now? She had drank the same amount last night, and while her bladder wasn't empty at this time the night before, it was much more subdued. Right now, it was uncomfortable and forcing her attention away from her, but she could deal with it for now, hopefully for the rest of the night. She was a big fox, she had to hold her pee plenty of times before, she could do it now.
Very thankfully, the radio went off, giving her something to keep her mind off the problem. They had also tested that, since the security cameras didn't have microphones, they could talk freely as long as they weren't close to the office. “Do you have any visual on Jeremy, Bonnie” Chica asked.
“No, Chica, he's just cycling through the cameras, there isn't an opening,” he whispered back.
“Damn, he's learned too much! There isn't much in the kitchen for a girl to do all night.” Chica was silent for a second as she considered what she said. “I know you want to make some comment about that, Mangle. I'm just going to ask you to not, right now.”
“You know me a little too well. In my defense, I hadn't decided which angle to take on my response, so I wasn't going to say anything. But since you're listening, what do you think would have been better; a fat joke or a really dirty one?”
“For fuck's sake, Mangle,” Bonnie reprimanded. “You work in a kid's pizzeria, have some dignity and restraint.”
“Sure, I'll take lessons in professionalism from the bunny that just openly swore telling me off for being a little more adult. Besides, it's not like I talk this way to the kids, and even if I did, they're all too young to understand what I'm saying. With how often they blatantly ignore what I say, I'm not even sure they all know English.”
“If I didn't know you by now, I would have never let you be in charge of the small kids,” Chica responded.
“So is something different now that we know each other? If anything, I would think knowing me well would give you a better warning of what I'm capable of.”
Foxy spoke up to come to his rescue. “Well, better you than the looting and pillaging pirate with a hook on her paw. Not your fault that you're just a magnet for child aggression. Maybe you just have a really hateable face.”
“You know, I thought you were making a big step in a new direction with a compliment, but it's great to see that you stayed with the known and just insulted me further. I'm glad we're having this discussion, we're such great friends.”
“Come on Mangle, I appreciate the work you do, seriously. I certainly couldn't spend each day looking after kids that young. You'd be a natural da-DAD!” Foxy stumbled over the last word, as she felt a sudden surge of desperation, forcing her to shove her free paw deep between her legs to keep her painful urges under control.
As much as she would have liked to keep it hidden, there was no way an outburst like that was getting by anyone. And sure enough, Chica picked up on it, and questioned her. “What was that, Foxy? Sounds like you stubbed your claw or something, on whatever's back there.”
She was put on the spot, and she needed to explain it away. It didn't matter if they were her friends, or that it was a normal problem she was having, she didn't want to tell everyone about her little bathroom emergency. It was embarrassing. “Ah, I...I think I twisted my ankle earlier or something, and I think I just stepped on it wrong.” She desperately hoped they were going to buy that.
Mangle did, at least, and he cared about her well-being to boot. “Are you going to be okay, Foxy? You have to run, aren't you worried you might seriously sprain it or something?”
...And now she had to play it off as not a big deal so he wouldn't worry about her. “Don't worry about it, Mangle. This isn't the first time it's happened, I can deal with it. I just have to be careful how I move.” There, problem solved. Now, all she had to do was survive the night, and things would be all well. But how long was the rest of the night? She didn't have a clock in Pirate's Cove, no watch, so she had no sense of time passing. “Hey, one of you with a clock, what time is it?”
“Give me a sec, I'll find out,” Bonnie replied. He went quiet, but it appeared he didn't turn off the radio, because they could all hear him struggling through the vents, before there was a loud metal crash they didn't need the radios to hear.
Things were quiet for a little, until Jeremy's voice came through the speaker. “Just so you know, I knew you were in the vent, Bonnie. You didn't do a very good job keeping quiet.”
“Foxy, it's...5:15. No, wait...3:25. Sorry, I'm upside down, I read the clock wrong, got the hands confused.”
3:25? Two and a half hours left? There was no way Foxy would be able to hold out that long in her current condition. “Oh, what am I going to do?” She pulled her hook off and pressed both paws hard into her crotch. She was breathing heavy, her panic only making her condition worse, and she was really starting to hurt. For a few seconds, she was sure she was about to lose control.
In an amazing stroke of good fortune, the feeling began to subside, and Foxy could relax. But only a little, she was still in a very precarious position. “It's okay, Foxy, you can make it through this. You've had to go this bad before, you've held it very long before, you can make it this time.” She tried to inspire confidence in herself, but she knew things were looking bleak. She had the opportunity to get out of those previous situations to find relief, she never had to wait this long in an already desperate state.
Of course, there was always another option. She could always run to the bathroom and take care of things now, but as good as it sounded, there were too many problems with it to be viable. For one, even if she gave in and used the main floor restrooms, they were on the other side of the building. She couldn't run at her usual speed without completely losing it, and it was quite likely she'd be seen on the way there, and she really did not want to deal with that embarrassment. That was if they were even unlocked during the night, something she had severe doubts about.
There was also the idea of bailing on the rest of the night, going back upstairs and use that toilet, disappointing her friends in the process. She'd feel guilty, to be sure, but was it worth it to finally feel relief? If she stuck it out, it's not like she'd earn extra respect from anyone, there was no way that was worth the very real threat of soaked shorts. It was a very tough decision, to be sure.
“Yo, Foxy! You still there? Did you fall asleep?”
She was pulled back to the current moment by Bonnie's voice. “O-oh...yeah, I'm here, sorry. I just kind of blanked out for a little bit.”
“You still sound a little out of it,” Chica observed. “Are you feeling okay?”
She was about to say that she was feeling fine to throw off concerns, but she realized the opportunity of this. Besides, she was certainly in pain at the mercy of her body, she wouldn't be lying. “Actually, I'm not sure I'm feeling too good right now. I was kind of thinking of turning in early, but I didn't want to disappoint you guys.” She was pulling the guilt card, she understood that, but incredibly desperate times like this called for desperate measures.
“You serious? Go to bed, Foxy, there's no reason for you to stay up if you aren't feeling up to it. And there's especially no reason to force you to deal with kids without any needed rest just for our sake.”
Even if he had a few issues, Bonnie was at least a good leader, possibly even better than Freddy was. But as much as Foxy wanted to jump on the chance right there, she couldn't appear too weak. “You sure? You don't mind if I just leave?”
“Absolutely not,” Mangle comforted. “What Bonnie said, it's not worth sacrificing your health just to scare a guard. Remember, we're doing this for fun, you're not obligated to stay for any reason.”
Amidst her struggle, Foxy could still smile. They really were great friends that she was happy to know. A tear ran down her face, and while it would have been appropriate given the circumstances, it was most certainly due to the unbearable pressure. “Thanks a lot. Seriously, that means a lot to me.” She pulled her eyepatch off and threw it onto something around the area.
Now, her friends had cleared her and it wouldn’t be hard to get out while avoiding their line of sight, but the cameras were still on and Jeremy was still watching, and that was worse for her. Her friends would understand if they saw her in this situation even if it was something she wanted to avoid, but Jeremy was a stranger, him seeing her like this would be really bad.
Which meant Foxy needed to completely get out of the business part of the building avoiding the line of camera's sight, but how? There weren't enough hiding spots around the route, and having to wait around for opportunities to open would be torturous. She couldn't bring a portable hiding spot, the only thing she had was a cardboard box, and that was not suited for stealth. That left only one possibility: just walk, hiding what she was dealing with.
Taking a deep breath, she slowly removed her paws from her shorts, which were miraculously still dry, stood up straight, and uncrossed her legs. She was expecting the floodgates to open right there, but she was still holding on somehow, even if her body was trembling, begging to let go. Still, she had control right now, and she needed to act while she still could.
Moving carefully and intently, she walked out from curtains and down the hall, the claws on her feet clicking on the tile floors. She had to move slowly to keep all the liquids in, but she did it with purpose, and she was making progress, fast approaching the security office. She knew Jeremy would flash the lights at her again if she passed, and she couldn't afford that distraction, so she called to him before he could make a move. “Don't flash the lights, Jeremy! I'm giving up for the night and going to bed!”
He immediately responded, “alright, good night Foxy! See you tomorrow!”
Foxy was relieved that he was cool about it, and now she was home free. Assuming she held on, of course, there was always the chance of everything going downhill at any second. Still, she made it to the stairs comparatively comfortably, the walking took her mind off the fullness, and she could grab herself again now that she was out of sight. Squeezing very tightly, she went up the stairs, taking big steps to avoid slipping, that'd be bad for a lot of reasons.
Halfway up, her bladder sent another shockwave through her body, forcing her to stop and lean against the wall, doubled over and her legs wiggling against each other, tail shoved between them as she squeaked in surprise. “Damn it, don't lose it now! You're so close, Foxy, you can make it!” She squeaked a few times as her grip tightened, so tight that she'd have been able to tear more holes in her shorts, which would have been extraordinarily bad because Foxy was not in the habit of wearing underwear, and holes in that area would not be child-appropriate.
She panted, tongue hanging out from her muzzle, convinced that it was all over, only half a stairwell away from the bathroom she had been waiting too long for. But miraculously, the wave did eventually pass, and she slowly removed her paws, not losing control because of it.
Foxy got lucky again, but she was quite sure she only had one more strike before she was out. “Forget it, I can't keep stopping to hold on, I'm about to have an accident!” There was no chance of her making it if she didn't hurry, forcing her to stop with the careful act, and just do what she did best: run. Only a little cautious of falling, she bolted, making it to the bathroom door in seconds.
She pulled the door open hastily, not even bothering to check if it was locked, or if the lights were on inside. In her defense, it was very early in the morning, everyone else was downstairs, the chances of Freddy being in there were very low. And he wasn't, the room was unoccupied, Foxy wouldn't have been able to take it if it was.
She was in a hurry, no time to turn the lights on either, preferring to let the moon illuminate the room. She dashed to the floor in front of the toilet without hesitation, and bent over to lift the lid. She could feel her rear quiver as the floodgate felt seconds from bursting, but she held it together as the lid came up and remained in place in an upright position.
Foxy was at the final moment, and she was absurdly tempted to just sit and let go without pulling the shorts down, but she had enough control to at least get any clothing out of the way first. She grabbed the waistband of her shorts and pushed down, throwing them to the ground as fast as she could, turned around to face away from the seat, and forced herself down into sitting. Her tail was improperly pushed upwards against the tank, but now was not the time to worry about that.
Finally, after so long, Foxy could let herself relax and finally let the waters flow. Her bladder, at last, let loose and released all of its contents in an incredibly forceful stream. She moaned in bliss loudly, but still not loud enough to drown out the sound of her veritable waterfall of urine crashing into the still water below, loud enough to be heard through at least the living quarters clearly.
Foxy had never felt relief this good before, at least none that she could remember in her currently very muddled mind. She moaned, but not a solid moan, one frequently broken up by her heavy breathing, as the pain, fullness, struggle, doubt; all of it flowed out in a uniformly powerful torrent more reminiscent of a faucet on full blast than a fox.
She apparently had quite the bladder, because she was well over a minute now, and the flow was still going as strong as ever. Honestly, the endless parade of relief was tiring Foxy out, and she just wanted it to be over already. It took another minute before it finally started slowing down, and 20 seconds past that for it to taper off completely. There was a few seconds of silence, before Foxy declared what had been been on her mind for the past few minutes. “Oh...oh wow. I feel so much better now!”
She grabbed the nearby roll of toilet paper, ripped a few squares off it, and wiped her private parts dry, still tingling from the endless water that just ran through them. Dropping the paper into the bowl, she stood back up, pulled her shorts back from her ankles to her waist, flushed, closed the lid, and washed her paws thoroughly in the sink. It was only then that she had realized that she had not shut the door on her way in. She froze in embarrassment, before remembering that it was very unlikely someone would have seen her, considering the time.
Speaking of the time, she had a few hours before morning work, she might as well get some sleep in the time available. She left the bathroom and entered her room, shutting the door this time. She removed her coverings and threw it into the laundry basket, and opened the shared clothing drawer to grab something else, before she remembered she was alone for now. Liberated by that fact, she shut the drawer without removing anything, and instead dove into the bed with nothing to hide her female bits, the blankets would do it enough if someone came in.
Foxy relaxed into the pillow as she waited to fall asleep. She had done it, she made it to a bathroom without even a drop escaping, never mind how absurdly close it was. She was ready to feel proud of herself, but then she remembered; it wasn't over yet. There was still two more nights of all-nighters, and she had the feeling she wouldn't be able to pull the same escape trick twice. She didn't know what she needed to do to combat it next time, but no matter how it went, it wouldn't be easy |
Night 4
The fourth night had come around, Foxy was back in her normal position. She had taken the necessary precautions to avoid another incident like last night's. She didn't have any drink with her dinner, she used the bathroom before midnight even though she didn't have to go. Foxy had made every preparation to ensure the embarrassment yesterday and make it through the night comfortably.
Which is why, at 4 AM, Foxy was already forced into standing, her legs crossed above the knees, bobbing up and down to keep things under control. “Oh...how did my bladder fill up this quickly? I gotta pee so bad now!” She hadn't grabbed herself yet, but it was getting real close. No way she was making it another two hours without relief, no matter where it would be.
But Foxy wasn't some helpless little pup, she wasn't letting a near-accident happen two days in a row. She'd be responsible and take care of the situation calmly and correctly. “Hey...do any of you have the main floor keys,” Foxy quietly asked over the radio. Okay, maybe she wasn't as bold as the situation called for, but a full bladder wasn't doing her favors. Still, maybe she could use her wily wits to get the bathroom open, and maybe move to a better position. Four nights in Pirate's Cove hadn't really given her a chance to strike.
“What do you need the keys for,” Freddy asked back, with that tone like he didn't believe she had a valid reason to want the keys.
And that's what Foxy was afraid of. This far in the week, Freddy himself led his troops in the fight against the night guard, and he commanded strictly. He had full access to the building, but he wasn't giving it out without being heavily convinced, and he had high standards. There was no way he was giving out the keys just so Foxy could tinkle when she should have done so already, because he wasn't believing she did.
Once again, Foxy was going to have to lie and come up with a legitimate excuse, one that could sway Freddy at least temporarily. “I've only had one chance to run in four nights, Pirate's Cove is not a strategic location. I was thinking about moving into the bathroom, on the path with easy hiding spots.”
Even with no visual, Foxy could feel everyone glaring at her like she said something really stupid, because she did, and Freddy told her why. “Most of us are already camping out over here, Foxy. That's the entire point of our setup, we draw Jeremy's attention over here so he keeps checking these cameras and gives you an opening. Do you pay attention at all?”
“Lay off the girl,” Mangle defended. “She's just a bit scatterbrained, she can't help that.”
“Scatterbrained?!” It was nice to have Mangle on her side, but that was uncalled for. “What the hell do you mean by that?”
“Don't get your eyepatch all twisted, I'm not insulting anything with that. I don't think it's a problem, talk to Freddy about that.”
“My eyepatch is completely straight, I'll have you know! No tangles as it's on my head...” Suddenly, Foxy was aware of her physical condition, namely that she was seeing in three dimensions. That wasn't possible without both eyes' vision, so where was her eyepatch? She looked at the floor around her and didn't see anything, it wouldn't have been put down anywhere else, what happened? Freddy would be pissed if he caught her missing a key component of her uniform, she needed to retrace her steps and find it before he found out. She remembered having it on before the night started because she walked into a wall, she must have lost it sometime after that. She had taken it off....yeah, she washed her face in the bathroom, maybe she left it in...
“Hey Freddy, I left my eyepatch in the girl's bathroom, I should probably run in to get it. I'll be stealthy, pass by you and grab the keys, get my eyepatch, give the keys back to you and come back here, all unseen.” She had lucked out, she had a real reason to get into the bathroom and no one would know or suspect anything if she did a little something extra while in there. Okay, maybe she couldn't remain hidden with the focus she was able to spare, but what were you gonna do?
“Oh yeah, I found it on the sink,” Chica replied. “I put it somewhere in Pirate's Cove, I don't quite remember where, though. You'll have to look around somewhere. You lucked out, Foxy.”
Some luck. She had made herself sound desperate to get into the bathroom and didn't have a nice emptied bladder to show for it. They must have been suspecting something by now, it'd be better to keep quiet. She started looking for her eyepatch just to give her something to do, even if Chica's instructions were wildly unhelpful. It was at least somewhere in the room, all she had to do was look everywhere, not like she was getting anything else done.
“I've got an opening,” Mangle shouted. “Making my run!”
A few seconds passed, until Chica came back, muffled. “Don't come over to the Prize Corner, the camera's watching this room. I think Jeremy suspects I'm hiding in here.”
“Then why are you talking and giving away your position,” Freddy asked.
It was expected that Chica would respond, but Bonnie came on almost immediately after Freddy was done talking, extremely excited. “Okay, you need to listen to this. I have no idea how she did it, but she's hiding in the prize bucket! She's so much bigger than all the toys, it's the worst disguise I've ever seen!”
“That's why I just dove below the surface to talk, he'll never know I'm here. Gotta be sneaky.” Foxy wasn't really paying much attention to the radio, there were other concerns on her mind. A missing eyepatch and a overwhelming urge to soak her shorts were more pressing. While her bodily functions were more urgent, she found her eyepatch on the floor and reluctantly bent down to grab it, methodically and carefully to keep the dam at bay.
As she was moving down, something shifted, but not in her lower privates like she was fully anticipating. Instead, she felt the tape around her breasts coming loose. Foxy grumbled in annoyance at having to readjust it, but she still needed to fix it. Keeping her legs together, she reached behind her back and undid the knot holding it together, removing the tape altogether to redo the tie.
Now topless, Foxy heard a sound near her, and she instinctively looked up to find it. That's where she saw Mangle in the Pirate's Cove entrance, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, the curtain behind him fluttering to indicate he walked in at just the wrong time. Mortified, she dropped the tape in her hand and covered her boobs with her arms, shouting in surprise and backing away.
The scream was enough to pull Mangle back to reality, and he shook his head fiercely to get out of his haze. Once he was free, he took a step back as well and shook his hands, even if he didn't take his eyes off Foxy. “I'm so sorry, Foxy! I ran in here to escape the cameras! I just wasn't expecting your...beautiful tits to be hanging out...” As he reached the end of the sentence, he started to trail off, his mouth opened again and his tongue stuck out. He blinked quickly and retracted the tongue, attempting to get back to normal. “Erm, ha ha...I'll just turn around right now and let you get dressed.” Mangle did just that, turned to face the curtain and stood up rigid, almost looking like he was fighting himself to stay still.
Foxy was pissed at her crush, but anger could wait for now. The immediate concern was grabbing the tape she dropped and donning it once more. She bent down slowly, using her knees instead of her back to keep all the pee parts straight, picked up her shirt substitute and tied it back around her back, making sure it was tighter this time. Once she was confident everything was in order (and she had regained composure from a near accident), she took a deep breath to calm herself, and spoke out, “alright, you can turn back around now.”
Mangle rotated once he had permission, and his eyes moved down to Foxy's chest. Not just for the sex appeal, but to avoid her piercing gaze. “S-sorry, Foxy. Looking wasn't a nice thing, I see that. It's just...you've got one hell of a rack there.”
“You're a serious pervert, Mangle!” She was angry, it was hard to keep an interest in the man after doing something so rude, but she didn't want to give up. She had to consider, what would she do if she walked in on Mangle without pants? She didn't want to be a dirty fox, but she realized she was no better. “But...I'd probably do the same thing. I'll forgive you if you promise to not stare on the off-chance you catch me nude again.”
“Deal. Or, I'll try, I can't make any guarantees on how I'd react if you didn't have pants. You make the promise not to take your shorts off when you're supposed to be scaring the guard.” He laughed like he was just making a joke, but Foxy took note of a visible bulge on his pants. She may have also checked for selfish reasons.
Foxy would have retorted, asking what reason she would have to undress that far, but a massive wave of desperation overcame her, and she had to put all her focus on not losing control. It was made even more challenging by her shame, she really didn't want Mangle to see her needing to pee this urgently, she had to hold it without looking like she was. A lot of careful breathing, internal clenching, and severe concentration later, she had surpassed the strain and could relax just the slightest bit.
“Hey Foxy,” Chica's voice came in through the radio. “I lost a bottle earlier, did I leave it with your eyepatch?”
Foxy realized, once again, she had not put the eyepatch on after finding it. Considering her job involved wearing the eyepatch, she was very careless about its presence. As she slowly sauntered back to where it was on the floor, she replied, “do you still need it for something?”
“No, it's empty, I just don't want to be leaving trash around. If it's there, just throw it out.”
Foxy found her eyepatch and picked it up to place it back on her head, and did indeed find an empty plastic drink bottle that she had missed the first time. Lifting it up and holding it in her hand, an idea popped into her head. The container was filled with liquids originally, she could fill it back up. She wasn't getting to the bathrooms, she wasn't getting to the living quarters, there weren't many options available to her.
It wasn't a perfect plan, there was a whole list of problems. First point, the bottle itself was not ideal. It was tall, but not wide, the volume capacity was nowhere near enough for what Foxy could handle. It'd take an edge off, but there was no guarantee she'd stop once the bottle was filled. That's assuming she could even get her stream into the bottle, because it had a narrow opening and she may not be able to aim properly. It wasn't just due to being female and having lacking parts for this, but she had to go real bad now, it would not be possible to keep a steady stream in a condition like this. She would have to focus and keep it coming out slow to ensure dryness, and that was impossible for her. She'd have to make a spray or rely on luck, not a safe gamble.
Finally, the worst one, Mangle was in the room. It didn't matter that there was a bunch of junk she could hide behind to remain unseen, there was no way to hide the sound. He would know exactly what was going on, and Foxy would die doing that in the room with anyone, let alone a boy, especially one she was trying to impress. It wasn't happening, not as long as she could hold out.
But she couldn't wait forever, or much longer at all. She needed to take a big leak soon with no opening to do it. She needed to get Mangle out or risk wetting. Exposing herself for the second time in a night was not an option. But of course, she wasn't in control of movement, she had no way to make him leave without informing him of her predicament. So was it better to tell Mangle she was bad at holding her urine or show him when it released itself? Both choices sucked, she'd have to just bear it until he left or morning came, hoping beyond reason it wasn't the latter. At least he wasn't looking at her right now, he was just occasionally poking his head out between the curtains to see when the time to move would be. She sat down on a crate that had been placed in the cove and put one leg over the other, not unusual but suspicious when paired with her bouncing in the seat too.
Time passed, probably close to half an hour, and nothing had progressed. Mangle had tried to make conversation, but Foxy's condition was worsening and she was not in the mood to talk, which Mangle thankfully chalked up to tiredness or leftover sickness. She was keeping kind of normal on the outside, but she was panicking hard inside. Her bladder felt just about ready to burst, and she was losing control over it. A couple of spurts were sprinkling into her shorts, it could only get worse and it would soon. She had made up her mind on part of the problem, the bottle was more than good enough, she just needed Mangle out. Desperation was starting to get the best of her, she was going to force him out soon if she had to.
“Where's the camera been,” Bonnie asked. “I haven't seen the light on this camera go on for a while now, where is he looking?”
“Give me a sec,” Chica answered, followed by the sound of a bunch of objects rustling around her. “Nope, he's not checking the Prize Corner. I'm going back down, though. It's soft in here.”
“I haven't seen the cameras come on over here either,” Freddy concurred. “What's the situation on the west side of the building?”
“Nothing here, not even the cameras down the hall,” Mangle agreed. “What else is going on in this building that's drawing his attention?” He left a beat of dead air, before continuing with, “I'm putting my bets on supernatural happenings, the spooks.”
“Then it's the perfect time to rearrange and close in,” Freddy commanded. “Everyone, move out!”
Mangle was about to run out, until he noticed that Foxy was hanging back. “You heard him, Foxy. You should probably make a move.”
Foxy was not letting this moment pass her by. It was so close, the moment of Mangle leaving and the security of knowing no one else was coming in. She couldn't leave now, she just needed an excuse to not. “Y-you go first. Just in case Jeremy turns the cameras on these halls, it'd be better if he caught what he didn't expect. He doesn't know how you'll move over here, it's a better way to induce panic. I'll do something soon, after you.” It was so hard to not sound like she was about to cry in anguish, even within the lax expectations Mangle had of her right now.
It was good that Mangle wasn't judging, or just didn't pay attention, because he just nodded and waved goodbye, running off into the hallway. Foxy gave him a few seconds to get distance before she couldn't wait any longer and lifted her butt just enough to clear the seat and pulled her shorts down as fast as she could manage. Hastily, she gripped the bottle tightly to unscrew the cap and shoved it against her exposed peehole, pressing it against the soft, warm, and a little wet bits to reduce the chance of missing or splashback.
When the stream started, it was not steady or uniform. Either due to nervousness, desire to get it all in the bottle, or just because of holding it for so long, but it was only a few heavy spurts before stopping and it was really uncomfortable and infuriating. It took a couple more spurts, but the full stream did pick up and it wasn't stopping, though she was at least able to temper the flow a little, enough to fit through the opening. Or mostly, there were little rivulets that were running down the side of the bottle, little enough to all soak into her paw fur and no more. It was gross, but she could deal with it for now.
“Dealing with it” was a little bit of an understatement at the moment. Foxy was really happy to just be relieving herself, even with the circumstances in mind. She wanted to close her eyes and moan in pure release like she had the night before, but that was out of the question. Besides keeping the flow rate below a certain level, she also had to pay very close attention to the available volume of the bottle, because there'd be a very big mess if she let it overrun.
And that volume was quickly approaching, less than 30 seconds after starting. Foxy really did not want to stop, especially so soon after starting the immense satisfaction of letting go after so long with so much pain. But she had to, so she clenched her muscles to cut off the river before it was too late. As expected, while it may have slowed a little, her body really did not want to stop, the feeling was too good. It took a few more tries and a lot more convincing before her bladder obeyed and wouldn't release any more, just as the bottle was reaching its maximum capacity.
At least a little calmed, Foxy put the bottle's cap back on and placed it on the lid of the crate, wiped herself with the paw that was already damp because she had no paper options, and pulled her shorts back up. Once she was fully dressed once again and standing upright, she could tell just how full she still was. In a normal situation, she'd be running for the bathroom feeling like this, and she still felt incredibly uneasy about her prospects for the last hour and a half of the night, but she was a little more confident in her ability to hold it long enough. Not easily, grabbing her crotch in the privacy of Pirate's Cove was still absolutely necessary, but given what she had already survived, a little more was manageable
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Night 5
One more night, that's all Foxy had left to survive. One last night, and Jeremy will have passed his initiation, everyone could go back to their normal schedules. Foxy, well aware of the curse that had befallen her, had once again done any and all preparations to make it through the night. She couldn't let her body get the better of her this time. She would hold it through the night, she had to.
For now, she was doing okay. Yeah, there was a tingle in her bladder now, but it was already a couple hours into the shift, and she had things to keep her mind occupied. Right now, she was right outside the night guard door, because she was going to shine. Good thing she had powerful ears, so she didn't need to see Jeremy to know what he was doing. Just one second of an opening, and everything would be golden.
She may not have to wait long. She could tell when he was looking at the camera monitor by the electronic hum of the screen, but that wasn't enough of an opening when he had peripheral vision. Now, she could hear he was distracted by something, and she could only imagine what it was when he said, “what the fuck are they doing now?” Someone was doing something, Foxy would probably never know what, but it was a clearing, and she would take it happily.
No time to waste, Foxy jumped out from beyond the doorframe, emitting some kind of screeching sound to intimidate him, throwing herself into the room. She had momentum, she was in the air, Jeremy was in her sights and was going to get tackled. Time slowed down in her eyes, she saw him notice her motion, but there was no way he could react in time. His finger twitched on the screen, probably a nervous response, Foxy rationalized.
That's what she thought, until a mechanical whirring began above her. Something came crashing down over her head, and she only realized what it was when the light from inside the office was cut off. Her long muzzle crashed into the hard door while it was still moving down, forcing her down with it. Foxy bounced when she hit the tile floor, her face still sliding on the metal door. She was stunned and numb, but then the pain set in. Her paws pushed her away from the door with all her strength, more than she knew she had because it sent her tumbling back one flip, landing her hard on her butt. That wasn't the hurt that got to her, as her paws gripped her muzzle, not in a way that would block her mouth from opening because she needed to cry in agony. “OWWW! OwwowwowwowwOWWW!” She rubbed her nose, which felt really unpleasant, and checked it. No blood, at least, but she was finding it hard to believe there was no lasting injury. “If that broke my nose, Jeremy, I'm biting your brain out!”
Though muffled through the thick metal, he did reply. “You're fine, stop whining. You just hurt, you'll get over it.”
Foxy did not take kindly to her torment being made light of. “Fuck you too, Jeremy!” She got on her feet and ran off, back to Pirate's Cove. She was still holding her nose, which did a good job at hiding her crying.
She was so distracted by her grief that she wasn't paying enough attention to her running path, because she ran into something. Being that her muzzle stuck out farther from her body, and her head was further forward anyway, so her nose was at the forefront of the impact. A new surge of pain whacked her like a steel door (she knew what that was like personally), and she went back onto the floor while covering her nose. “Owowoww! Watch where you're going, asshole!”
“I'm so sorry, Foxy! You came running while I was coming through and I didn't have time to move and...are you crying?” It was Mangle, and he was now kneeling next to Foxy on the floor, checking up on her.
She was crying, there was no hiding that, but she wasn't about to admit that it was more because of emotional distress. “Y-yeah, Jeremy closed the office door on my face and I ran into it.”
“Believe me, the entire building heard that crash. You're not bleeding, at least. Is it alright if I take a closer look?” Foxy nodded, and Mangle leant closer to her face. There was a brief moment where he locked eye contact with her, before his focus darted downwards to her nose. He gently touched the muzzle area, at which point Foxy immediately winced, bared her fangs, and recoiled. Mangle didn't try to pull her back, he had a diagnosis already. “Yeah, it's hurt all right, but there doesn't appear to be any lasting damage. Just don't crash face first into anything for a while.”
Foxy wasn't planning on it, and would have said it, but something she had kind of noticed on Mangle in their brief eye contact put itself together in her mind. More easily visible due to his white fur, Foxy could see a black mark around Mangle's left eye. “Looks like I'm not the only one to suffer facial damage today. What happened to your eye?”
“Oh, that? One of the kids punched me. Like you said, it's a hateable face. It doesn't hurt, it's just a mark, you don't need to worry about it.”
“But won't a black eye like that scare the little kids, or their parents? Hang on, let me fix this.” Foxy reached behind her head and grabbed the band to her eyepatch, pulling it above her head and removing the headwear. She flipped it to fit on the head of one facing her, and snapped it over Mangle's head. She adjusted it to fit snugly over his left eye, and it was enough to cover the mark. Foxy giggled at the sight of him with just one piece of a pirate uniform. “There, perfect.”
“Sure, no one would be worried by the kid's caretaker wearing an eyepatch. Thanks, I appreciate it.” Foxy could have sworn Mangle looked away bashfully for just a second, and while it could be attributed to low lighting, there could have been a blush too. “I look like a moron, don't I?”
“Total dummy.” Foxy laughed at his new look, and Mangle joined in at his own misfortune. “We should probably hide now, Pirate's Cove is close by.” She led the way back to her domain as her one-fox convoy followed.
As Mangle trailed behind, out of Foxy's sight, he raised his paw to say something, his mouth opened to begin talking, but he didn't want to make what was on his mind known. He wanted to breach a topic, it was gnawing at him, but he didn't know how to do it. It needed to be said, he just couldn't do it now, so he just followed quietly.
Foxy reached Pirate's Cove's curtains and held them open for her friend, who silently followed her lead and entered the room so she could close the curtains. Darkness engulfed both of them for a few seconds, before Foxy turned the miniature light she kept stored in the room on, providing some means of illumination. Foxy was feeling her abdomen worsening, but it was passive for now.
There was a bit more silence following, until Mangle broke it, and he was being blunt. “So...what are you playing at here, Foxy?”
“Playing? The hell are you talking about?”
“You didn't have to invite me in here. You let me stay here for a long while last night. I saw the way you were nervous around me yesterday, I've seen the way you look at me any time we're close. I'd say you've got something specific you're keeping from me.” Mangle leaned in with his paws on his hips, smiling with his eyes half-shut in that smug “I know I'm right” way.
He was right, Foxy knew that, but she needed to play it off cool. It wouldn't work if she just straight admitted she liked him, that's way too forward. Also, he was wrong about her being nervous yesterday instead of a different problem, she could redirect him by claiming misinterpretation “Why do I need a reason to be nice to you? You're my friend, you know that.” She thought that, but a horrifying realization occurred to her. “You do know I'm your friend, right? You never doubted that? I know I've said a few things to you that are pretty mean, but I always liked you, I was only playing around.” Foxy was pretty worried she had driven off someone without realizing.
“What? No, I knew you were playing. You really don't realize the signs you give off to me at basically any time? It seems pretty obvious to me, you've got a really big crush.”
Now her secret was out in the open, and Foxy didn't know how she could keep going feeling exposed like that. She could still deny it. “What are you talking about,” she answered to throw suspicion off, but a nervous laugh interjected in the middle of the sentence betrayed her. Mangle wasn't stupid, that would not get past him unnoticed. “Did Chica tell you?”
“She did, said she was 'being sick of waiting for you to get off your ass and just say it”. Give me some credit, I was seeing the signals before I was told anything. She just...put the last pieces together.”
“That's a rude thing for her to say. I was waiting until I thought the moment was right, that didn't mean it would be this week. That's a hard thing to confess.” But it was in the open now, she might as well do something about it. “So...now that you know about it, what do you think? You know, about us...together?”
“Honestly, it's less of a 'I feel the exact same way' and more 'I got nothing else, let's try it'. You're my friend, so I know you're a good girl, and you're, um...” He had a reason to make the point now, but he didn't know how she would react to the thought considering how he had mentioned it. “You're also really hot.”
She didn't get angry or defensive like he was expecting, but she still responded, agitated. “That needs to be the first rule of our relationship. I don't care what you've seen already, you're not getting a fast track to my boobs again. If anything, you got it when you weren't supposed to, you're not seeing it for longer as punishment.” Foxy covered her chest and turned away a little to get her breasts out of focus, and lifted one leg to cross against the other as a symbol of modesty.
However, as one leg came across the other, her bladder suddenly awakened, like it couldn't comprehend why she could cross her legs unless she had to pee, and her body's needs needed to be consistent. Or did she just really need to legitimately piss all of a sudden? Foxy would never know, all she needed to be concerned with was, damn, she needed to take a leak something fierce. But how, how could she need to relieve herself at such a bad time three nights in a row, when she had taken steps to avoid it happening. There shouldn't have been enough liquid in her body by this time to fill her bladder at all.
She didn't need to understand it, she just had to focus on the present. And in that present, Foxy needed a piddle, painfully bad, and Mangle was with her. She needed her privacy, but she couldn't push Mangle out, not after she had just wooed him...kind of. She was being bashful about her body, but she really did want Mangle to take it and ravish it. Just not yet, and especially not when it threatened to let loose a mighty flood from her genitals.
Right now, Foxy desperately needed something to take her mind off her urine, and Mangle would be great for that. “Mangle, there's something I've been wanting to ask you for a long time. Why do you go by that name at all? When did you get the nickname and why did you let it stick?”
“I don't remember much before I came here. I just remember being beaten up and broken before this, and that's where Mangle came from. I kept it, because...I don't have anything else, that's the only name I've ever been called. Doesn't matter where or who, I'm always being abused. Again, like you said, hateable face.” The way he said it sounded like he wanted to be lighthearted, but it was plainly obvious he was hurting from the memories.
That was the worst thing Foxy could imagine; a friend, one known for being humorous even when the situation was not appropriate, feeling down on himself because of something she said. “I know I said that, but...I certainly don't believe it myself.” She leaned in close to Mangle, brought her paw up to his face, and stroked his cheek with her claw, soft enough to not leave a mark. “I think you're really cute, actually.” Her eyes closed as she leaned in, her mouth opening for a kiss. Mangle saw what she was doing and responded in kind, their mouths slowly connecting.
It was right as they touched, Foxy realized why that was a terrible idea. She recoiled in a fraction of a second, covering her face for the tenth time that night because she was very forgetful about her physical condition. “Ow ow, nose, nose!” Distracted by pain, she walked backwards without any consideration for what was behind her. As such, the backs of her legs hit a crate that had been placed there in storage where it wouldn't be seen, sending her tumbling backwards, her spine crashing hard onto the wooden box before she bounced behind it, her legs propped up on the carton as the rest laid on the cold tile floor. She didn't cry out in pain again, her mouth just hung open in shock as the breath was knocked out of her.
Mangle was going to laugh at her, but he was nice enough to ask about her situation first. “You okay there? You're just a real klutz tonight, you're gonna end up seriously injured if you keep this up.”
True, Foxy didn't suffer any fractures or internal bleeding as a result of the fall, but something bad was still on its way. A crash like that, happening to someone with a filling bladder, not a good combination. Before Foxy had even regained her bearings, both of them heard a hissing sound, paired with the soft pattering of it hitting fabric. She couldn't move from horror, he could see everything that was happening, it was unmistakable to anyone who would see it; Foxy wet her pants.
Foxy was mortified. She didn't have to go all that bad, she could have held it if she didn't take a dive. And now, a cute guy was watching her pee herself because she tried to kiss him without considering the consequences. She wasn't going to cry, she wasn't going to lower herself even further by crying, but she hated herself right then. She had done something so childish and she would never forget it, nor would anyone let her. She just wanted to stay in her spot, where her butt continued to soak in her own waters, and drown in her shame.
As she wallowed in self-pity, Mangle stood by to observe. He was watching his friend, his new girlfriend, have an accident on the floor. Why was he still watching it? He wasn't taking enjoyment from her humiliation, he wouldn't do that to a friend even if that was exactly the kind of guy he was. He wasn't watching to see her leak, he didn't care one way or another about that. He was just...watching, the same way he'd watch any normal event. But it wasn't normal, so why was he acting like it was just another thing? Maybe he was used to his own bathroom visits and didn't find this fascinating, even if Foxy was most certainly not using a toilet at the moment.
Whatever the reason, he watched until Foxy finally emptied, when the sound of falling liquid hitting the forming puddle stopped. That was the point when Mangle suddenly realized, Foxy hadn't noticed him. She had been busy being upset to pay attention to what was happening outside her body, or outside what her body had created. But she noticed him now when she looked up at where he was standing, intense sorrow in her eyes. Mangle expected her to cry, that's a pretty natural reaction to what she had just accidentally done, but he also expected her to get angry at him, not just from projected aggression against herself, but because he had stared like a pervert, the second time in as many days. Instead, she just looked at him sadly with puppy dog eyes, asking “what do you think of me now, a baby fox that wets her pants,” with choked back tears.
Mangle wasn't going to blame her, he never thought of that, even as he pieced together what had happened on Foxy's side, over the last three days. Accidents happen, that was something any staff member at a children's business needed to accept, especially those dealing with very young kids like him. He was smarter than most gave him credit for, something he had no problem repeating, but something about the way Foxy looked, how depressed she was, it wasn't the right time to show how perceptive he was by figuring it all out. Maybe, just now, he needed to play dumb. “Damn, that must have been a really bad fall to make you piss yourself like that. You okay, no serious damage?”
Foxy was stunned, she had just had a really major accident in front of the boyfriend she just got a few minutes before, and he was acting like it was no big deal. Almost as if he was more concerned about her well-being over some pee, what a novel concept. “Uh, y-yeah, I-I'm okay. I mean, outside of soaked shorts, that is. Thanks for asking.” Her sentences were stilted, she couldn't believe this is what she was saying.
Mangle leaned over the box that caused everything and reached a paw out to Foxy. She grabbed it, and he pulled her upright, a few drops falling off her pants into the large puddle she was now standing in. “That's good to hear,” he said as he looked deep into her golden eyes. “Still, you've had one hell of a night, and we're only a couple hours in. Might be a good idea to turn in early.”
He said it like it was nothing, but Foxy could sense the subtext, that hidden meaning behind his words clear to her. And while she would have liked to just sleep everything off, she couldn't turn down that secret offer. “You're probably right. I really need to get out of these shorts, they're starting to get cold. I need to warm up.” She wanted to be as sly as Mangle, but she couldn't help cracking a smile with a giggle.
Now that Foxy had understood what he was getting at, he didn't need to be so subtle. “I'll escort you upstairs. I can also stay with you, make you feel more comfortable, make you feel whatever you want to feel...” Just then, he was interrupted by a sound emitted by the radio in his pocket, though he couldn't discern what it was exactly.
Annoyed that the moment was abruptly ruined, Mangle pulled out the walkie talkie and pressed the talk button. “Whoever just talked, what did you say? Didn't catch it. Not rogered.”
“I said, what are you and Foxy doing,” Freddy demanded. “Neither one of you has checked in at all!”
Mangle was not putting up with this, and he turned the device's back to face him, used his claw to pop the rear cover, and pulled the battery out. Putting both pieces back into his pants, he looked at Foxy, who was amazed at what he had just done. He just shrugged and replied, “battery's dead.”
“I just realized I left my radio upstairs. Freddy's gonna be pissed about that. Like he probably will be about that mess. We should probably clean that up.”
“Fuck it,” Mangle responded. “I'm tired, I got better things to do, I'm not dealing with this now.” Foxy was impressed by his sudden boldness, because she kissed him right there. He grabbed her as they made out heavily, expecting her to push back. She didn't, and when they broke, the first thing he asked was “how's your nose now?”
“Mangle, my shorts are drenched in my own pee. Nose pain really doesn't matter right now. If we're going to do something, we should go now, I'm not going to be in the mood if we stay in Pirate's Cove.”
He was happy and ready to oblige, and led the way as the two walked through the pizzeria halls to the stairs, Mangle standing directly in front of Foxy to shield her from the security cameras. On their journey, Mangle had to ask something, quietly so they wouldn't be heard. “So, what happened to your modesty ground rule of our relationship?”
“I'm not a robot, I'm a girl. A girl with needs, ones that need to be fulfilled right now. Shut up so we can do it.” Mangle was satisfied with that answer, and he turned back to face their movement direction, giving Foxy silence to think. Sure, she had completely humiliated herself, but all in all, this night was going to be amazing |
A/N: I've been trying my hand at quite a few omorashi stories lately, since I'm taking commissions for them. I figured I needed to practice and get back in the swing of things. Anyway, since Harley is my favorite female character of all time, I figured it would be nice to write one for her.
Harley absolutely hated when they were short on help, when she had to take on the work of a common henchman. She should be by his side, helping him in a much more direct way, not standing guard while he pulled off the early stages of his latest heist.
The details of which, by the way, he hadn't even shared with her! Because, he said, if she wasn't directly involved, she should be just as surprised as the Bat and everyone else, and then she could laugh it up with all the sincerity you experience the first time you hear a truly great joke.
She loved him with all her heart, she really did, but she also really, really hated his logic most of the time.
But more than that, she hated standing guard, bored out of her mind, because he had driven off and/or killed the henchmen at the last minute, all for the sake of his sense of humor. She wasn't a patient gal, she wasn't a “stand guard” kind of person; she was a woman of action, and she was a woman who didn't like to be separated from her lover for prolonged amounts of time.
She had made her distaste very clear to him from the beginning, but somehow he had distracted her from her complaining by taking her out for a pre-heist dinner. It had all been incredibly lovely; it always surprised and awed her how he could hold an entire restaurant hostage all on his own.
She was allowed to have only one glass of their finest wine, as he wanted her sober, alert, and on her toes for the rest of the night, but she was allowed as much soda as she wanted and she honestly liked that better.
And because of that, tonight was going to be even worse, even more torturous than usual, because she had had just a bit too much of that soda and hadn't had a chance to go to the bathroom before they left.
Now, she was stuck here- wherever here even was- and there wasn't a bathroom in sight. They had already been there or quite a while and she wondered what the hell he could possibly be up to.
She shifted her weight from foot to foot, longing for him to stride out confidently, say it was done, take her hand, and lead her home, but still, he lingered. She bit her lip then quickly regretted it- black lipstick doesn't taste very good.
She crossed her legs and tried to distract herself fro her position by thinking about absolutely anything else. She tried imagining what he was up to, but that just reminded her of how desperate she was to leave. She tried daydreaming about a romantic day with him, but that just reminded her of how much she had had to drink on their date.
She realized that she couldn't afford to wait too much longer, and opened the door she was guarding, poking her head in.
“What is it, Harley?” he asked. She couldn't tell from here what he was doing, and she was sure that he was trying to conceal it from her. “Is somebody coming?”
“N-no, it's not that,” she said nervously. She could already see him getting angry with her for distracting him over nothing.
“Then what, exactly, is it?”
“W-well, you've been in here for a while, and I was just wondering how long it was going to take.”
“Oh, Harley,” he said, his face relaxing. Of course, she wasn't fooled by the sudden gentleness. “Harley, Harley, Harley.” He strode across the room, and leaned down to make eye contact with her. “If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times-” the kind look vanished from his face- “you can't rush genius!”
With that, he shoved her head back out the door and slammed it in her face. She should have known better than to even bother asking. She crossed her legs again, and squirmed a bit in place. She knew she would just have to buckle down and wait it out, but it was getting harder and harder with every second.
Her bladder felt like an overfilled water balloon- one wrong move and it could pop, soaking everything in range. Harley had to quickly push that image out of her mind, because the thought of that humiliating relief almost pushed her over the edge.
She could not even think of standing still at this point; she wiggled around like a hyperactive child and jiggled her legs. She only hoped that when it was time to leave, she could get to a bathroom without acting too desperate.
That would certainly not be possible if she did not get out of here soon and so she called through the door, “Puddin'?”
“What is it this time?” he answered, sighing impatiently.
“I really, really think we should get out of her soon. We've been here for so long and I'm sure our cover's gonna get blown if we hang around too much...”
“Harley, sweetie, you know that I would not take this long if I didn't deem it absolutely necessary. Are you saying that you know what to do better than I do?”
“N-no, definitely not, I just-”
“Harley, if you interrupt me or rush me one more time...” He didn't finish his threat, but he didn't need to.
“I'm sorry...” she mumbled. If only she were wearing a skirt, or anything easier to get in and out of than this damn costume! At least then she could slip around the corner and take care of this predicament before he came out.
She jammed a hand between her legs as she squirmed around, whimpering quietly. There was just no way she could make it at this point, but she dreaded his reaction upon seeing that she had done something so humiliating and childish.
She grit her teeth and doubled over, determined to hold it just a little bit longer. She could not loose control like this, she had to hold it, she absolutely could not wet herself...
She felt a bit dribble out, and squeaked, holding herself tightly, and bouncing up and down in place. She was sure there was a small, dark patch on the red half of her costume, and she could certainly feel a bit of wetness. She preferred to not wear panties with this outfit, since it was so tight that the panty-line it left was dreadful.
“Please, please, please, no,” she begged, gritting her teeth and crossing her legs as tightly as possible. She was giving this her all, a last-ditch effort to regain control over herself, but it was all to no avail.
All at once, she felt her body give in to the pressure and her bladder began to empty, releasing hot piss. It flowed in streams down her legs, turning the bright red half to a deep burgundy and splashing on her shoes. She pulled her hands out from between her legs quickly, but her gloves were already soaked.
The stream showed no sign of slowing down, as a large puddle was formed at her feet. Tears welled up in her eyes as she watched herself piss everywhere and she couldn't even wipe her eyes because her gloves were so wet and she didn't want to smear her face paint.
When at last it did slow to small trickle, she had managed to calm down her tears, and then it stopped altogether. Now she was left with a huge mess, and there was no way to conceal what she had done. She knew that he would be incredibly angry with her, and might even leave her for good this time. Maybe it would be better to take off before he came out and saw what she had done...
Just as she was thinking this, the door flung open and he came out, whistling proudly to himself. “Come on, Harley, it's time to leave,” he said, then, finally noticing the state she was in, raised an eyebrow in confusion. “What the- what happened out here?”
“Well, you see, I, um...” The two of them were at a loss for words and they just stared at each other, him with his puzzled expression, and her looking as if she wished she could phase into the wall behind her and disappear. Any minute now, his confusion would be replaced by fury as he sent her packing.
“Harley...” he said softly, and she cringed, waiting for him to go off on her. Instead...he broke out laughing, to the point that he had to lean against a wall for support. When he finally stopped, he wiped a stray tear from his eyes and said, “I get it!”
“You...what?” she asked, not sure what exactly was happening. It seemed that he was more amused than angry, and that didn't make sense to her.
“I get what you did,” he said, chuckling quietly. “Because you kept rushing me...and I was taking so long...this is just the perfect ending to that scenario! Why, you little...how long have you been planning something like this?”
Suddenly, it dawned on her that he thought this was some kind punchline and that everything she had done tonight was entirely intentional, right up to the part where she wet herself. Well, better to play along, she supposed...
“Oh, I've been planning it for ages!” she said. “I almost thought I'd never get the chance!”
“Well, come on,” he said, taking her hand, “I think I've got something that can top this!” And with that, he started home and Harley followed contentedly. |
Rose Tyler hoisted herself up on the handrails of the TARDIS interior, playfully swinging to and fro. "Where're we off to today, Doctor?" she inquired with a bursting grin on her face, chewing gum in her cheek. She was hoping the TARDIS would land somewhere soon, because she was beginning to need the loo, to be honest.
The Doctor looked up from the console, unfurrowed his brow and replaced it with his trademark smirk. "Well," drawing out the 'e' with a croak rattling around his throat, "you'll just have to wait and see." With a second or too to grin again at Rose as she swung on the rails like a curious child, he rubbed his stubbly throat and returned to flick the many mysterious switches of the TARDIS and was received with a grating 'whoosh'.
Rose leapt up the metal mesh stairs dimly lit by the ethereal golden interior, grabbed her pink jacket tossed over a lever on the console and peeked over the Doctor's pin-striped shoulder. "C'mon", she friskily purred in his ear, with a wide-mouthed smile. "I've been stuck in this bloody TARDIS for hours. Call yourself a Time Lord? You've wasted 3 hours of time already!"
The Doctor smirked again, eyes still on the glowing levers and switches. "Talk to me again like that, missy, and you'll be out that door floating through the cosmos! Only a few million kilometres of drifting to the nearest uninhabitable planet."
"Yeah?" Rose challenged. In a lower tone, so close to the Doctor's ear she could nearly feel the bristly stubble on his cheek, "I'd like to see you try..." Her tongue lingered on her front teeth cheekily, as though she'd not finished her sentence.
The Doctor merely chuckled slightly under his breath in acknowledgement of her banter, his concentration on navigating unrelenting.
Rose released her tongue with a defeated click, her wide toothy smile faded slightly. "Right, well, you better tell me when we're getting close" she said in an attempt to recover her lost pride, patting him on the shoulder, "and there better be dog people."
The Doctor looked up, his eyebrows raised. "Dog people?"
"Yep, you know, like aliens who look like dogs. I mean, cat people? Been there done that," she explained. "A girl needs a bit of excitement and variety in her life. Mum used to say that, when she was bored and alone in her dressing gown, bless."
The Doctor gave her his full attention, looking at her, no, into her, with those almond eyes so deep you could almost see the shifting golden scrawls of Gallifreyan spiralling within them. In a low and deep tone so serious it frightened her (but also, dare she admit, left her with a bead of sweat under her collar), he grimaced "mention your mother again and I really am kicking you out into that asteroid belt. I still haven't recovered from the last meal she cooked us." His grave tone was swapped with a flash of that smug smile. "Oi! Her baked beans weren't that bad!" Rose slapped him on the backside and ran off giggling into the chambers of the TARDIS.
The Doctor's smile followed her trail as she left. He returned to the console, but then added with a yell "you know the Canid people of Jarar-7 cause a complete detour, right? I'm going to have to change our whole route!'
He didn't think she heard the echoes through the immense maze of the TARDIS, until he heard her joking demand, "you see to it, Captain!"
The Doctor chuckled with a shake of his head and began inputting coordinates. "You heard the order, old girl," he murmured as the TARDIS seemed to reluctantly grind and groan.
On the other side of many hexagon-spangled TARDIS walls, Rose leant and slid down in relief, glad her failed flirty comment hadn't caused a shift in their friendship, but there was something else bothering her as well. The TARDIS had no toilets.
Rose was beginning to feel the edge on her bladder after another few impatient hours. She walked up the TARDIS stairs tenderly with a slight cross-legged waddle to her step. The Doctor was under the console, throwing away cables and doodads she thought must have been important, surely. "Doctor?"
The Doctor craned his neck, slamming it into the above TARDIS panel. "Yep? How can I help you?" he said with a grin, though his hand vigorously rubbed his bruised scalp.
"Firstly, when are we going to arrive?" She asked, trying to restrain the urgency from infecting her voice. "Secondly..." she added, "... What the blooming hell are you doing?" Her eyes scanned the green glowing bolts and tools littering the floor.
The Doctor laughed a single 'ha!' and grabbed a wrench. "I'm adding a built in radio to the console. Brilliant, huh?"
Rose laughed, bewildered. "Uh huh. What do you listen to, anyway? Dalek dub step?"
"What? I've never been a fan of electronica. No, I was thinking the Earth classics like Elvis. He gave me his album himself, you know."
"Alright, put an aux input thingo in there too and I'll plug up my iPod. Did you ever meet the Backstreet Boys? N-Sync? Britney Spears?"
The Doctor looked at her like she sometimes did at him when he rattled off the taxonomy of a species found deep within the Andromeda Galaxy.
"Right, well I know where you're takin' me for my birthday then, don't I? Back to the 90's!" she laughed, until her forceful guffaws caused a slight leakage downstairs. Her smile vanished and her brown eyes darted down. Her knees were pretzled and the spurt subsided, but it took a lot of her brazen stubbornness and willpower to refrain from grabbing her crotch. She looked at her scuffed sneakers and found no trace of a puddle, and looked up at the Doctor (still distracted by his envisioned radio, luckily), flustered. She flicked her peroxide hair that had fallen over her face in her panic away, and coolly muttered "Right, well. Doctor? When are we getting to err, Janid... Jarsa-"
"Jarar-7"? He offered, head still concealed under the console amidst cables running like vital arteries. "Well, as I said, it's in the other direction and I needed to reroute a lot of the TARDIS' core power so I wouldn't disintegrate under here while I figured out how- I mean, built the radio that I clearly know how to construct."
"Okay." That was not the thought running through her head, however. She regretted making such a ridiculous remark about bloody dog people- she just wanted a change of subject after her risky flirt had gone unnoticed, perhaps unwanted? She shuddered, too embarrassed to think about it, and now certainly too embarrassed to admit she was bursting for the loo. Time Lords and TARDISes never had the premonition to build (or grow?) a facility they would never need.
With a hasty turn on her heels, she waddled back down the stairs, wincing with each jolt. Her somewhat damp underwear was cold, uncomfortable and chafing as she retreated to her room as quickly as her swollen bladder would allow.
The Doctor began to throw around impressive jargon, waiting for Rose's impressed and ego-stroking (though at times, he suspected, possibly sarcastic) oohs and ahhs, but crawled out from the console just in time to see Rose uncomfortably shuffling into the chambers of the TARDIS.
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Sorry, I know it's not great, I've cut it short and it's not heavy on omorashi, but it's my first fanfiction and I just wanted to experiment a little bit with the characterisation. If you don't like it, I get it! I don't even like it myself! Feel free to critique. I might add the more omorashi-related second chapter if you want.
Thanks! |
A/N: I'm writing this for a contest entry! I'm super hot for Maxie, so he was the obvious choice for this story. It's for omorashichimney's contest on dA.
Maximilian Matsubasa, who preferred to go by Maxie to make himself seem more approachable to his employees, was a very busy and a very dedicated man. He was, after all, working for a greater cause and leading other in said cause. He couldn't afford to slack off at anything, and he had to set a good example for those around him.
So it's not surprising that he would often get carried away and ignore everything else going on, including his own needs. One day, after a long work-binge, he had passed out from hunger. Of course, this worried everyone, Courtney and Tabitha most of all, and so he had to promise to keep snacks and beverages in his office at all times.
And so a mini-fridge was installed, and stocked frequently by his two admins. Whenever he sat down to work, there was always something waiting for him, and he never dehydrated or starved while working again. Not only that, but he also discovered his love for cherry cola during this time- not that he would openly admit loving such a childish drink to anyone, of course!Whether he admitted it or not, it was obvious enough that he liked it by the fact that it was the first item to run out, and so his admins made sure he always had a decent stock to drink. He appreciated this and appreciated their lack of comment on it, and continued working his long hours.
On one particular day, he had set his alarm for even earlier than usual. There was a lot to be done that day, and he knew he would need all the time he could get in order to finish it. The next day he would be setting off to obtain something, and needed to tie up all the loose ends around the base while he had the chance.
He had stayed up late working the night before and was quite exhausted when he awoke and got dressed. When he sat down to work, he opened a can of his new favorite drink, deciding that he would need the caffeine to get him through the day. He polished it off quickly, and got started.
It wasn't long before he started on his second, and, in his distraction, a third. He didn't even notice how much he was drinking most of the time; he would just go to take a sip, find it empty, and absentmindedly open another can. It was going to be a long day, after all, and he needed help staying awake.
~X~
By late morning, he had finished three and a half cans and had made a good amount of progress on his work. He stood up to take some files to one of his grunts, and felt a twinge in his lower stomach. He realized all at once that he had had quite a bit more than usual to drink and, being a man of intelligence, should have figured that it would have to come out eventually. He had forgotten, of course, to account for any trips to the bathroom during his long work day.
I suppose I could work one in at some point, he thought, as he began to walk. But I simply have to get this to its proper department first, and if I don't finish the paperwork for the research department by noon, it'll be a pain for them to get caught up.
And so he decided to finish his next phase of work, then perhaps skip lunch just this once to go relieve himself and then get a jump start on his next task.
~X~
The more Maxie tried to focus on his work, the more distracting his full bladder became. Every time he managed to push it out of his mind, he'd suddenly become hyper-aware of it again, and soon it was all he could do to avoid squirming in his seat. If he didn't manage to get focused, he would be late on the paper work, and that would not only reflect poorly on him but would also hinder their work.
If he tried too hard to stay still, he really couldn't concentrate, so he decided to give in and squirm around while he worked. He sincerely hoped that nobody would enter without knocking, as it would be quite hard to explain this away.
Luckily, he managed to power through and finish the paperwork up without anyone barging in and noticing that he was wiggling like a baby Poochyena, and stood up. He was immediately assaulted by the pressure on his bladder and almost had to double over. He would most certainly have to go as soon as he delivered this.
He walked hurriedly to the research department and handed the file off to the first person he saw.
“Make sure that gets to the head of the department as soon as possible,” he said crisply, voice not giving away the desperation he felt.
“Yes, sir,” they said, grinning at him. It always warmed his heart to see just how much his employees adored him. It made him feel as though he was really reaching them, despite his general awkwardness with most people. “Hey, so, what about your mission tomorrow? Do you think it'll go well?”
Sadly, the problem with having them all like him so much was that they would try to make conversation with him when all he really wanted was to hurry off to the bathroom. He forced a stiff smile and said, “I think everything shall go according to plan.”
“It's really exciting for us, ya know,” continued the young man. “I mean, seeing everything start to come together like this. We've all worked so hard for this and now it really feels like it's happening.
“Yes, well...” Maxie resisted the urge to cross his legs. “I am very glad that I have all of you to share in my dream with me. But, if you don't mind...” He gestured to the files and the young man blushed.
“Oh, yeah, sorry! I'll get right on that!” He took off, and Maxie sighed, relieved that he could finally be on his way. In a few short moments, this predicament would be behind him and he could continue work as usual...
“Maxie!” He groaned to himself as Tabitha came running up to him, excited about something.
“Yes?” he asked, turning around.
“I hope you don't already have something for lunch, cos guess what? Me and Courtney cooked something special to have since we've got that big mission tomorrow!” He looked so pleased with himself that Maxie knew he would feel terrible telling them that he couldn't.
But not as terrible as his achingly full bladder felt right now. He put on his most professional face and said, “My apologies, but I am extremely busy today. I wasn't planning on taking a break for lunch.”
“Nuh-uh, none of that today,” said Tabitha, shaking his head. “With all due respect, you know you can't go skipping meals again, and besides, we made this just for you! Come on!” And without waiting for a response, he grabbed Maxie by the arm and began dragging him to the dining room.
~X~
After an incredibly agonizing and awkward lunch, he was finally, finally able to be alone. It had been terrible, sitting there trying to make conversation with the two, considering he was positively dying to get to a bathroom, Courtney was...Courtney, and Tabitha was completely oblivious to just how uncomfortable the situation was.
If they had noticed how fidgety he was, they hadn't said anything about it, though he was sure that he wasn't anywhere near as discreet as he would have liked to be. It would have been worse if he had been bouncing and wiggling like he had wanted to, but it would have been better if he just hadn't moved at all. And he was sure that there was a strain in his voice whenever he spoke, completely unlike the crisp, clear, confident voice everyone was used to hearing from him.
When he finally was able to excuse himself to get back to work, he knew that he was only moments away from losing control; there was absolutely no way that he could hold it for that much longer. He knew that he had a lot to get done, and even a little bit of time away from his desk would cause problems at this point, but he absolutely could not stand the thought of wetting himself like a child just to get some work done. He didn't care if everyone had to work late tonight, he was taking a much deserved break right this second!
It was a pain to walk, and he was grateful that the hallway to his private office was empty, and everyone else was taking their lunch breaks. He was able to take his slow, labored steps, slightly hunched over, with a hand between his legs. Though he knew he was alone, he still blushed brightly from his actions, embarrassed to be in such a position.
“Please,” he whispered to himself, feeling near tears. He was almost there, and then everything would be okay. Not much farther now, he thought, entering the room and closing the door behind him. Just a few more steps.
But just as he was about to reach his bathroom door, it happened.
“No,” he half-whispered, half-sobbed, as he felt his pants grow damper and damper as his bladder, finally reaching its breaking point, emptied. All that he had had to drink that morning now came rushing back out, soaking his pants, hands, and floor. He collapsed to the ground, knees weak, not caring that he was sitting in his self-made puddle, which was growing larger by the minute.
Finally, the flow slowed and then stopped, leaving Maxie trembling, face red and tear-streaked. He was completely humiliated, and shocked that he really hadn't made it in time. Now he would have to clean his office before anyone noticed, and of course that would cut into his work day even more.
But first, he had to shower. Maxie absolutely loathed being wet. |
CAUTION: I would like to state clearly and profoundly that this story is not focused upon any particular gender, sect or strata of people. It is completely a work of fiction and is not written to demean or humiliate anyone.
Futanari is someone(Usually in a doujinshi, but occasionally in normal fanfics or hentai), who appears to be female, but for some reason has male genitalia and this story completely revolves around the same. If you do not like the idea of it, this is your cue to leave. I have tried my level best not to hurt anyone's feelings but still if someone finds something offensive about the story , the admin must be informed so he can delete it.Thank you.
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“Travelling abroad for a vacation…. I knew it was a great idea!” Lauren chirped as she saw her friend Felicia take pictures of the magnificent wall carvings of the fort.
“Yeah I guess...you are right, but I can’t say much until I’ve seen the Taj Mahal, it is basically the reason why I came here” Felicia responded.
Both Felicia and Lauren and been saving a part of their salaries each month for over a year for this trip and finally their wish had come true!
They were to leave for Agra the next day and there was a bit of a shopping they had to do from the local market . An auto-rickshaw took them to their destination in 20 minutes, as they both stepped out of it, Felicia felt a slight twinge inside her bladder.
She thought of the last time she’d been to the toilet and felt a bit conscious of the fact that her last pee was well before she’d left her hotel room this morning. Not to mention the two bottles of water and those glasses of masala lemonade which she had gulped down throughout the day long trip around the city , had made its way to her bladder.
Walking around in such a crowded market place wearing shorts skirts and high heels did garner them unwanted attention from a relatively conservative Indian society.
They were out of place, people stared at these lovely women as if they were aliens.
“I don’t think we should’ve had all that lemonade on the way here, it is really catching up to me” Felicia complained, as they both walked through a busy lane.
“Well I too need to go to, should we cut our trip short ? We can back go back to the hotel to pee?” Lauren suggested. Her balls felt itchy due to the sweat but she resisted the urge to itch.
“No I think I can hold it, plus there is bunch of shopping to do” Felicia said, taking a look at her wrist watch, it was around 6 pm. Looking at how calm and composed Lauren was Felicia wondered if she had to pee too?
Her question was soon answered when she saw Lauren hoping from foot to foot at the earrings store.
“Are you alright?” Felicia asked.
“Bursting to wee..” Lauren answered, looking inside her purse for some change.
After almost twelve hours of roaming around in the city having consumed a copious amount of water and other beverages these two bombshells now had there bladders full to the brim.
Each step made the girls wince in agony , as their full bladders reminded them of just how much they were holding.
The pressure continued to increase with each passing moment and their composure was slowly beginning to deteriorate.
“What should we do next?” Luaren asked her mate, who was visibly having problems holding her pee in.
“You know I think we should definitely go back to the hotel, I really have to drain my hose” Felicia replied, there was an expression of worry on her face, she really was desperate.
“..but it’s only 9:00 , the night is young, let’s have fun , once we get back you’re gonna miss all this” Lauren answered.
“Okay but promise me we will head back soon..”
“Oh don’t worry, even I need to pee so bad” . Lauren did have to pee a lot, but in fact she felt thrilled by the idea of walking around in a busy market place, with her pee right on the edge of gushing out uncontrollably at any time.
It didn’t turn her on, but the risk involved in it was the reason she was doing this, Lauren wished of pushing all her boundaries tonight.She didn’t want to back to the hotel ,all she wanted to do was, live, have fun, enjoy her life while she didn’t have a care in the world.
“Hey, you girls new hear?” came a voice from behind. Both of them turned around to find an incredibly sexy dude standing there .
“Oh ya… I’m Lauren and this is my friend Felicia” she said.
“..my name is Rahul” he said.
The girls giggled , as they both checked him out.
“..so you guys having fun?” Rahul asked, as he lay his eyes on Felicia’s long toned legs.
“Yeah, India is a great place” Felicia said with a smile.
A few moments of chit-chatting later, they felt a little comfortable with the lad, nevertheless their pressing need to pee was making them fidget.
“… but only if there was a pub anywhere around here… we were thinking of having some drinks..”Lauren said, trying to hold her hips with hands already occupied with shopping bags.
“Oh no, at this part of our country pubs and bars are not allowed” Rahul answered,.. “…but if you want, I have a little champagne in my car?”
“Oh that sounds great” Lauren chirped, which almost made Felicia yell at her.
She was talking to some unknown guy , who could have been a thief.
“Can I talk to you for a second…”Felicia said as she pulled Lauren to the side.
“What?”
“What is the matter with you? We don’t even know ths guy , we might get mugged!?” Felicia said as she shot a concerned look at her friend.
“Don’t worry, it’s gonna be alright…”
“…and the items left on our shopping list?”
“Please honey can you buy those, I’ll be back before you know it…” Lauren said with a smile ,handing over the shopping bags to Felicia.
“…so what have you guys thought?” Rahul questioned as he saw them both walking back.
“I’d really like to have that champagne you mentioned earlier...” Lauren declared with a smile, she seemed eager to spend some lone time with this guy.
“Aren’t you coming?” he asked Felicia who seemed to be visibly pissed.
“No I think I will stay back, I have to do some shopping for tomorrow” she responded, scissoring her thighs slightly.
“Oh ,sure”
“Take care queen, I’ll be right back” Lauren said, turning around to leave.
“Alright “ Felicia replied half heartedly, as she saw Lauren walk away with Rahul.
Now they were divided in two groups, Felicia advanced towards the street of shops to buy herself some snacks and toiletries while Rahul and Lauren made an exit from the market.
The long walk to Rahul’s car was a sheer torture for Lauren. The waistband of her skirt was cutting into her mammoth bladder and each step she took was causing her unbearable pain.
“Wow that’s a lot of champagne!” Lauren stated, smiling ear to ear as she picked up the heavy bottle from the back seat of Rahul’s car.
“Yeah, go on open it…” he said.
She carefully opened the bottle, making sure nothing spilled out and chugged down a considerable amount in a single breath, crossing her legs while doing so.
She already had to pee like crazy and more liquid heading for her bladder was only going to make matters worse.
“..this is good” Lauren stated, “… but isn’t there any place to eat around here somewhere? I am starving”
“Oh yeah, there is this amazing restaurant a few kilometers from her, they serve this delicious kadai chicken ,it’s my favorite ,would like to go?” Rahul asked.
“I’ll be glad to ” Lauren said , getting into the car as he held the door for her.
She was growing really concerned about all the pressure building up on her sphincter . If she’d been at home, she would have gone hours ago, but Lauren was really into this guy and really didn’t want to sabotage her chances with him.
Walking around in the market buying things for herself ,Felicia’s need to pee was rising almost by the minute. Her cock felt tense and hard in her panties as she struggled to maintain her composure with each step.She was trying her best to hide her predicament from people who were around.
She was now lost in a maze of streets filled with shops.
Felicia’s need to pee was almost killing her, her body was pumping more and more of liquid into her already tired bladder
She was finding it hard to even walk straight ,amidst the crowd of people, as she continued to become lees sure of herself.
She felt frightened to know that the pressure on her sphincter was now being eventually transferred to the shaft of her cock.
“I can hold it, I don’t have to pee, I can hold it till I get back to the hotel…” she told herself, as she progressed towards the next shop to buy a beautiful piece of embroidery showcased outside.
Neither the shopping nor the fact that she was in a whole new land ,surrounded by a completely different culture was sufficiently exciting to divert her from the increasing problem she was having with her bladder, and because she could not stop worrying about how badly she had go, time seemed to pass so slowly.
She walked form shop to shop, slightly pulling down the hem of her skirt whenever she felt uncomfortable.
Felicia soon came to realize that her need to piss was far more urgent than she had thought and there was no way she’d be able to make it back to the hotel without wetting herself.
“Excuse me but are there any toilets around here?” she asked a shopkeeper.
“Yes there is one at the right end of the market” the guy replied as his eyes pierced her body.
“Oh thank you…” Felicia said as she walked off in the direction of relief.
She felt a trickle escape into her panties, before she stopped for a second and focused all the energy on forcing her cock shut. The weight of all the shopping bags wasn’t helping either , she felt tired and frustrated and not to mention angry at Lauren for deserting her ,but her foremost priority now was peeing as soon as possible.
It was when the public lavatory came into sight, that Felicia was suddenly stabbed in her mind with a question she had never pondered upon before.
Which lavatory was she gonna use?
Felicia stood outside the public bathrooms, crossing her legs and bending double as she tried to decide which section of the loos to get into, Gents’ or Ladies’?
Felicia was someone who had rarely used any public toilets in her life and the one she used was a unisex loo in her favorite cafeteria.
What if she stepped into the ladies and someone found out that she has a dick? Gents was not in the question because of her attire and also because her breasts screamed that she was a woman… What to do? Where to Go?
Felicia stood there with her knees bent, her hand deep inside her crotch and her mind in overdrive only to get the answer of maybe the most important question of her life at the moment. Which toilet to get into? She had first thought of using the ladies but now she felt a little bit confused.
Felicia crossed her legs so damn hard, they began to hurt but she couldn’t have helped it.Just then a long and prominent stream escaped and ran down her thighs to hit the floor.
“Holy shit..” she wailed, holding her breath.She was literally trembling with the effort to hold on.
Near the door ,she saw a man sitting behind a desk , with a board hanging form it, “Please pay here”, it read.
She took calculated but quick baby steps towards the table , placed her shopping bags down and frantically started looking for some change in her purse so she could use the ladies.
Just then another long stream of urine escaped her cock and splattered on the floor. She gasped in horror and held her breath, grabbing her crotch at the very instant. She was able to cut off the flow somehow but it was right on the edge of pouring out uncontrollably, she had to hurry up.
“Can I please use the restrooms first? I’ll pay you when I get back?!” she pleaded to the guy but he refused ,stating it was against their policy to let people use the toilets without paying first.
A meager but steady stream started to flow out of her dick , as she tried to shut her partially closed hole with every bit of strength left in her body.
In sheer desperation, she placed a hundred rupee note before him and rushed inside, leaving streaks of pee on the tiles.
She saw no risk in it, she would seem like a normal woman to anyone who didn’t knew of her reality, there was no more time left to contemplate, she absolutely had to pee now.
Felicia’s eyes filled up with tears and her body trembled in the effort to hold on, it was evident ,she was about to loose whatever control she had left.
The man sitting at the counter saw the rivulets of urine running down her legs, “God, she needs to pee real bad…” he thought.
Felicia held her pipe shut as a long torrent of piss burst out of her wetting the front panel of her skirt a little bit.
“Oh my god no…” she sighed , almost running towards the stalls.
As she shoved the cubicle door to get in, it wouldn't move. Someone was inside, so she gingerly tiptoed towards the adjacent stall and found that it too was in use. Felicia's left leg jerked a little bit as another spurt made its way into her panties, and a visible stream jetted down her thigh.
Her flood was right on the edge of shooting out and she knew she didn’t have even a second to spare.
Still maintaining the grip on her crotch, Felicia hurried out of the restrooms.
What was she doing? She was making her way to the Gents’ toilet, of course she was gonna get some stares while peeing at the urinal but at least it was better than wetting herself completely .
She held the wall in the effort to maintain her posture and control , the pressure in her cock was humongous! She took small and labored steps towards the Gents’ toilet , “Just a little while longer...almost there…” she told herself, her spares breathes betrayed just how hard she was trying to hold it all in.
But Felicia had greatly underestimated her need to go and before she knew it her body gave way and an uncontrollable stream burst out of her.
“Oh no..” she cried, tears rolling down her cheeks as she looked down. She could feel a thick and unbelievably strong stream of pee rushing out of her penis. The pressure was too great, she just could not hold it any longer.Her legs were shaking with effort of trying to stop the flood but it was of no use..
She collapsed to the floor, not caring that she was sitting in the puddle of her own pee, which continued to grow with each passing moment. Felicia covered her face with her hands to avoid an eye contact incase anyone happened to walk by. The amount coming out of her was a shock for Felicia too. Even after a minute long pee she still was going strong.
Felicia broke down completely and rested her head on the wall , weeping miserably.Her skirt was drenched with piss and so were her panties.Her legs could feel the warmth of her urine.
Embarrassment crept in , she just wanted to lock herself up in a room and cry her heart out.
She had tried so hard to stop it , but failed. She had never wet herself as an adult and this incident had really shaken her form the inside.Soon her stream slowed down and eventually died but her bladder still felt strained from holding her pee for so long.
“Oh honey…” came a voice from behind her, a woman had just stepped out of the cubicle.
“I am so sorry... I would have stepped out if you told me you had to go that bad…” the woman said, as she held Felicia by her shoulder. Although she didn’t show it but the lady was stunned at the enormous size of the puddle beneath Felicia.
Felicia didn’t respond, she shrugged her shoulder ,stood up and rushed inside the empty cubicle, with drops of pee falling off her skirt.
She cried for a moment before realizing that she was hard. She had to get off.
Standing with her back on the closed door,she let out her hot pulsing cock out of her panties and rubbed it gently on its head.Her entire body was tingling in ecstasy.
She couldn’t understand why she left so turned on after wetting herself. Was it the fact that she just couldn’t hold it anymore and how helpless she had felt?
Before long she could feel the semen surging inside the inner walls of her cock and then, she came. It was one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had.
By the end of it, Felicia was panting for breath. She left when someone started banging on the door begging her to hurry.
She had thought of leaving her soaked panties in the cubicle but declined the idea as she would have been left with nothing to conceal her still ongoing erection.
In some other part of the city Lauren was experiencing more or less the same as her friend Felicia but she hadn’t got a chance to pee yet.
Not before long Lauren had emptied the entire bottle of champagne all by herself only to regret it a few moments later.
“..drinking all that was a bad idea, I really am bursting for the loos now” she thought, crossing her legs tight and rubbing her thighs in a frantic attempt to gain some composure.
Amidst the thrill and excitement of being with such a handsome and rich guy ,somewhere in the back of her mind she felt bad about leaving Felicia behind.
But there were other things too.
Her pee was a hairbreadth way from coming out, it was an absolute miracle that this girl had still kept her hole shut somehow.
Lauren casually put her hands in her lap, and then leaned forward slightly, almost accidentally pressing against her cock.
It was not much longer before Lauren began to press into her lap more frequently, and then, instead of just pressing down, actually feel for her cock and squeeze it. She gripped herself whenever she felt like she was about to loose control.
When Rahul cracked a joke ,Lauren tried to force a laugh, hoping to hide just how frantic she was. For her, having to put so much effort to hold back her urine while sitting next to Rahul was really embarrassing. She was going out of her mind, wanting to take a leak but had no option rather than waiting till she got to the restaurant. She subtly rubbed her thighs together and asked Rahul how long it would take to get there. “20 more minutes”, he informed.
For the rest of the ride, Lauren adopted a more stout position to sit, her bladder was now painfully full , she couldn’t think of a time she had to pee this bad. She crossed and uncrossed her legs time and again just to help her hold a little while longer.
As their car pulled up at the restaurant’s parking lot, Lauren stepped out , trying to maintain her panache in front of Rahul. She obviously liked him and she didn’t want to ruin her chances with him.
“This way…” he said, leading the way in.
All what Lauren could think of was , getting inside the toilet and releasing her hard held dam of urine.
She took small , careful steps , as they both looked for a table.
“Excuse me, but could you please point me towards the loo?” she asked a waiter.
The waiter bent down his head a little and said apologetically, “I am sorry mam, but the ladies toilet is out of order.”
“Well I could use the gents’..” she screamed at him in her mind but knew she couldn’t just do so. How would have that looked, a woman walking into the gent’s toilet ,what might have people thought of her?
And most importantly Rahul still didn’t knew about her truth , she wanted to tell him but only when she’d be confident enough.
Now seated at the very corner of the room, Rahul and Lauren talked with rather enthusiasm. Neither of whom could believe just how fast everything was going between them. They had just met an hour ago and now they were on a date! He was everything Lauren could have wished for, good-looking, rich , funny, caring, it was like a fairytale for her.
By his way of talking and leaning forward onto the table ,Lauren could tell, that Rahul was kind of into her, this was like a dream come true.
She too really liked him and wanted to spend as much time as she could with him.
She was forced to cross her legs tight under the table as she continued to talk.
This was her test, if she wanted Rahul to ask her out ever again, then she must hold her pee at any cost.
With her right elbow resting on the table , Lauren started rubbing the side of her forehead with her fingers.
“What would you like to have?” Rahul asked her, as he looked up from the menu held in his hands,only to let his question go unanswered. Lauren was so tense thinking of her need to pee that she didn’t care about anything going around her, all her focus was now on her pipe, which threatened to overflow at any moment.
“Lauren.. are you alright?” Rahul asked with a bit of concern.
“Oh…yeah…I’m fine…” she replied, initially shocked to find Rahul staring at her. It looked like he could sense that something was wrong.
As they had their meal, Rahul grew increasing worried to see Lauren loose her interest in the date. She was fiddling with her food and squirming in her seat continuously, she seemed distracted to Rahul , who couldn’t guess the reason behind it.
“You don’t like the food?” he asked.
“Oh no,it’s…it’s great, I am just…..worried about my friend, I think we should get back soon..”, Lauren replied , hiding the actual reason of her distress.
“Well, why don’t you just call her then?”
“Yeah that’s a pretty good idea..” Lauren replied as she , retrieved her phone from her bag and called but Felicia didn’t pick up.
“She isn’t answering, I think we must head back..”
“Okay” Rahul answered. It took awhile before the bill arrived and Rahul paid for it.
Lauren almost thought she’d loose control and wet herself when she got up from her chair but managed to hold on.
“Aaah..” she wailed in agony of her bursting bladder.
As she walked back to the car slightly bent forward, she placed a hand right next to her crotch. She was almost limping because of her bladder being so distended.
She feared of dribbling into her panties as she tried to get to the parking lot. Lauren carefully stepped inside the car, cupping her bladder with her hand while Rahul held the door for her.
She crossed her legs immediately when she found herself seated. She squeezed her dick all the strength left in her before Rahul stepped in from the either side.
He could see Lauren shaking . She had a look of fear on her face and it didn’t seem like she was mentally present there at all.
“You don’t look too well Lauren, what’s the matter?” Rahul asked, desperately wishing to get an answer, “Is it something I said?”
“No.. it’s nothing, could you please get me back to the market….”, Lauren didn’t want to tell him about her embarrassing situation. She had now placed all her bets on the hope of peeing in the bushes, when Rahul would have left after dropping her off.
For the next 10 minutes , Lauren tried to press her penis between her thighs , hoping it would help her hold longer.
She was initially successful in her attempt but soon realized her control was now slipping.
Lauren could feel the shaft of her cock filled with urine leaving only the outer hole to stop the flood.
Her sphincters were taxed out and she couldn’t count on them to hold on much longer. She felt more of her hot liquid getting collected in her dick, how long could she keep it all in?
“R..Rahul..” she said meekly , looking straight out of the front glass.
“Yes…?” he asked, as he shot a look at her.
“I…I have to....I have to go to the bathroom…” she gasped.
“Oh , there is a public restroom in the market,we’ll be there soon.”
“No I don’t think I’ll be able to hold it that long” Lauren replied, squeezing her dick more tightly , only to let her pee hole accidentally open for second.
She let out a thick stream of urine into her panties, she quickly tightened the grip on her cock to cut off the flow.
Luckily Rahul didn’t notice because of the dark.
“Aah..” she wailed again, almost about to cry.
Lauren’s cheeks felt as if burning with embarrassment.Her body was vibrating , containing so much urine in her over stretched bladder.
“I am sorry but you will have to wait a little while longer” Rahul said, as he floored the gas pedal to pick up speed.
Lauren was about to wet herself miserably and not to mention ruin Rahul’s car seat.
She was trying her level best to hold it but each bump on the road pushed her pee closer to the exit.
Rahul looked at her swollen bladder, it was so big, no wonder she was desperate.
Lauren was squeezing her cock more and more frequently now, and holding on to it longer each time she did so, until she was virtually holding it all the time when Rahul was not looking at her.
“Oh no, is that a traffic jam?” she wailed in horror, needing to pee so badly while sitting inside a car and nowhere to go.
“I think so,” Rahul responded, looking ahead and then back at his fellow passenger.
He could tell Lauren wouldn’t last very long. Her face told of her desperation and franticness.
They were now stuck in traffic and Lauren was absolutely sure that she was about to loose control any moment.
It was then that she saw the empty bottle of champagne kept near her feet. She had been smart enough not to throw it out after drinking the champagne, this bottle was her last glimmer of hope. Lauren knew this meant letting out her secret way too early and that she might end up losing her date, but it was better than wetting herself miserably.
“Don’t look…” Lauren gasped, as she quickly reached for the bottle, as she continued to grab her dick with the other hand.
“What are you doing?” Rahul asked, a little confused.
She removed the cork from the bottle in a swift motion,brushed her skirt away and slid her panties aside to let her cock out . She started peeing involuntarily even before she placed the bottle opening in alignment with her pee hole, wetting her thighs and a little portion of the car seat in the process.
“Oh shit no…!’ she cried out.
Lauren although was quick to rectify her mistake . She quickly stopped her pee for one last moment and pointed her dong towards the mouth of the bottle.
“Oh , so worth it…! “ she sighed in relief as her hole burst open and the bottle began to catch virtually all of her pee.
As Lauren continued to fill it, she let out another loud and long, heartfelt sigh as the agonizing pressure in her bladder began to ease.
Rahul felt he would pass out with the shock of knowing that Lauren had a package of her own. He gulped a lump in his throat , hearing to the monstrous gusher falling into the bottle.
“Oh my goodness,I’d been holding that for so long” she said, with her eyes closed and face upwards, directing her stream of pee through the small opening.
The force was so great that she felt the bottle shudder in her hand, growing rapidly heavier.
The sheer pressure and quantity of pee coming out of Lauren made Rahul realize just how much she might have been stopping her pee from coming out during their entire date.
She filled the bottle to the brim with impressive pressure and speed in less than 20 seconds , and squeezed her cock tightly again to stop the flow.
With trembling fingers, she placed the cork back on the bottle and set it down near her feet. Lauren adjusted her underwear, smoothed her skirt down and resumed a more normal sitting position, hoping to recover a semblance of dignity.
“That’s better, at least it’s let some of the pressure off, but I think I could fill another bottle if we had one….” she said.
Rahul didn’t respond, he didn’t have any words to describe how he felt, his heart was pounding and he couldn’t decide how to react.He chose not to speak anything while he drove.
Lauren was sure that Rahul was about to throw her out of the car once they got back to the market.
She really wanted to see him again, she wanted him to understand how she felt about him, but it was pointless after all.
“It’s okay if you feel cheated Rahul, I understand… I am sorry “ was all Lauren could manage to say before sinking into an ocean of guilt and sorrow.
But then what she saw next was something she could have never expected, Rahul was sporting a bulge in his pants, he had thoroughly enjoyed Lauren’s desperation and eventual release.
Lauren stared at his crotch for a while to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, then a smile ran through her face.
She could see Rahul blushing and shaking with horniness.
“So you’re not mad at me?’ Lauren asked, feeling shy at every level of her being.
“No , I guess not..” Rahul breathed, that was all Lauren wanted to hear.
“I have always dreamt of blowing a futa while she is bursting for a leak,” he added.
“Well who knows?, You might get to do that tonight…” Lauren said, as they both leaned in to kiss each other, while their car sped along the highway.
A very passionate night awaited them… |
So, when I introduced myself yesterday, I said I wanted to start contributing using games, because they cover my difficulties with storytelling quite nicely. This is an interactive story that I have recently been creating ideas for absent-mindedly.
My plan is for this to be quite number heavy, but I’m the only one who will see all that. I’ll generally go with the majority/most significant minority suggestion, adding non-controversial extra suggestions in where I can. Stupid suggestions will be ignored, and suggestions against the nature of the character will require a willpower test, modified to represent the difficulty of the suggestion. I plan to update once every 1 or 2 days, but as my ideas thin, this will probably decrease to once every 3+ days. I probably won’t update on a Tuesday, because of assignments. I make no guarantee that this will last any length of time, but I think I have enough ideas already for it to last a while.
To make combat less time-intensive and boring, rather than have turn-by-turn player commands, I will accept general strategies when combat is joined, and control the combat myself, returning control to the players if something happens (e.g. HP drops below a threshold), and posting a summary after completion. The story will be a generic high fantasy story with a pee-shy protagonist.
Your bladder will be given as a number out of 400, though 400 represents the maximum number that my scaling mechanics are capable of describing; the number can go above, but calculations will consider it at 400. Bladder does not affect stats, but leaking may cause you to skip a turn. Wet clothes will affect how people treat you, and affect store prices. Undergarments shield your clothes from leaks imperfectly.
The system is based on the D100, with attribute tests being rolled against the attribute in question, failing if above (though awkwardly, most other rolls are failing/worse below, so this might be up for change if it becomes too problematic). Levelling up will grant the opportunity to increase attributes, and new spells and abilities will appear when relevant attributes exceed thresholds.
My system is untested, so I may change parts that don’t work.
I think that’s all I needed to say, so let’s get on with the story:
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You awake to the sensation of pressure in your lower abdomen. You have to pee. You groan quietly as you disentangle yourself from your sheets, fidgeting uncomfortably. A wave of pressure halts your efforts as you fail to stop a short spurt from leaving your body. Fortunately, the heat of last night's fire has not completely left your pitch black room, yet your thin night dress is insufficient to stop goosebumps forming.
You are Emily Elfkin, only daughter of Count Edvard Elfkin, and heir to The County of Elfheim. Your family is named for the belief that it carries the blood of the long-extinct elves that used to live in the county. This belief is reinforced by the fact that your family is known for unusual strength and magical ability (which is how I plan to explain how you can hold your own against multiple other human enemies).
The slippers that you slip into as you leave your bed have a concealed blade, put there at the insistence of the castle’s Marshall, who has been unusually paranoid recently…
As you stumble blindly toward your bedchamber door, you stub your toe on your trunk, a consequence of having changed rooms recently, and thus not knowing where things are. The shock almost causes you to leak again, but by standing, legs tightly crossed, you regain control. As you pass it, you take the extinguished torch from the sconce by your door and light it with your magic.
When you open the door to your bedchamber, a chill wind from the corridor hits you full force, making you shiver and causing you to tense and bend over slightly in an attempt to keep yourself dry. As you look into the corridor, you realise that, in your grogginess, you can’t remember the way to the nearest privy…
The corridor stretches both to the left and the right as far as you can see, and for a moment, you stop to consider how to proceed… [player decision]
I will post all your stats, items and spells once, then in the future, the only ones I will attach to each post are HP, MP, Bladder and clothing condition. I will also post anything that has changed since the previous post, and you can query anything at any time.
Emily Elfkin
Level 1
Str: 30 Wis: 32
Dex: 32 Int: 32
End: 30
HP: 149/150
MP: 88/90
Bladder: 301.5/400
Armour Cond.: 97/100
Pack:
Equipped:
Enchanted Nightgown: 0Arm +2Dex +2Wis +2Int -10 to dignity rolls - 97/100
Slippers: 0Arm
Hidden Slipper Knife: D10 Damage
Spells:
Prestidigitation: [2MP] Small magic effects, such as lighting fires, conjuring small and harmless sensory effects, manipulating small objects etc.
Ice Spike: [5MP] Shoot a lance of ice at a target, dealing 2D10 damage and reducing the target's dex by 1 for 5 turns (does not stack).
Stone Skin: [15MP] Covers you in a magical shield, bestowing 20 armour for 10 turns that does not stack with armour from gear. |
(So far, I've written a sci-fi fiction and a crime fiction. So I was wondering, what if I combine both? So as previous people have pointed out, my stories are kind of unrealistic, which means Ill do my best to overcome that. It is set in space, so Ill definitely get some physics concepts wrong, im not an astrophysicist lol. Ill also include more omo into my story, while developing it. It seems that having unlikable protagonists adds a sort of excitement for their wetting, so ill carry on that theme. You guys know whats next: enjoy! and please leave criticisms, it helps me write stuff that you guys can enjoy! :3)
Morgan Stephens was bobbing her leg up and down, fast. She bit down on her lower lip. She could not stay still at all. Her bladder was dangerously full. The shuttle flight to the station affected her bladder, and by the time the ship reached the station, Morgan was already struggling with a full bladder. There was gravity on the ship, like on Earth, as the ship was moving fast enough to have its' own "mini-orbit"
The guards had her hands handcuffed behind a pole, leaving her stuck to the pole on the bench. She was told to sit down, and wait. The time wasn't specified, so Morgan could be taken to a cell with a toilet at any time. Could be in the next few seconds, or next few hours. But she couldn't wait that long. Please, just come already, let me use the toilet...
She tried her best to tell the guards about her need. There was one problem though: she couldn't talk. She was mute. Since her teenaged years, she lost her voice due to a severe throat infection. Even like that, she was able to rise as the founder and CEO of one of the most powerful private military firms on Earth, Mars and Europa.
She squirmed and whimpered while with the guards, but they only ignored her. Her body language was denied, responded with "quit your bullshit!", before being handcuffed into the holding cell with four other prisoners. All five of the ladies had their mouths shut with tape, so even if Morgan could speak, it wouldnt matter. She looked around, hoping one of the four other women would be desperate, so that the humiliation could be at least shared, maybe the other one could have an accident to divert attention away from Morgan. But nobody else looked as strained as her. Two stood still in tiredness and defeat. One was crying, but not squirming or doing anything that looked desperate. And one was actually asleep.
Just then, the guards came in.
"All right, ladies, time to go on a little trip" one of the guards yelled out. The guards went to each woman, uncuffing them, only to re-cuff them once they weren't bound to the pipe.
Morgan crossed her legs tightly, and jumped up and down while the guard was handling her, hoping that the guard would understand her.
"Stay still, quit moving"
Morgan stopped jumping up and down. She felt tears of desperation water her eyes. She could only wait until they put her in a cell with a toilet. Her fight was no longer trying to get the guards attention, but to stay dry. She hoped it would be soon.
The prisoners were walked to a small room, that looked kind of like a classroom. There were five rows of seats lined up. There were a few other prisoners, sitting by themselves, handcuffed and gagged like the others. Standing in the front was a woman with a sinister smile on her face. She had an petite build, with great legs outlined by tight fitting slacks, and her small and perky chest outlined by a frilly dress shirt under a grey business jacket. Her hair was tied up in a long ponytail that reached her lower back. Her framed glasses gave her a sort of "nerdy" look. Through those glasses, she gave each prisoner that came in an intense stare with her deep green eyes.
Morgan could have sworn the girl was no older than 18. But with all the breakthroughs in biotechnology and nanotechnology in the last few hundred years, there were no 19-year olds. Morgan herself looked like she was in her teens through nanotherapy, despite being 185 years old. She had an athletic build, flat chest, feathered blond hair, blue eyes and creamy white skin.
She kept squirming slightly while being walked to a chair.
"I told you to stop fidgeting around, quit playing around"
Morgan whimpered. She didn't want to wet herself. While changing out of her usual business wear on the stations processing area, they gave her an orange jumpsuit with the zipper on the back, with "PR 20123, WAR CRIMES" printed on the left side of the zipper, and "STEPHENS, MORGAN" printed on the front under a pocket on her shirt. The jumpsuits were tight, made out of a cheap fabric. They let her keep her matching red and black-polka dot bra and hipster panties. But the guards were clear: that was the only clothes they would be getting, because they weren't going to spend money on keeping prisoners comfortable. If Morgan were to wet herself, she would be forced to wear her soiled uniform until it eventually dried up. It gave her a good reason to fight back.
She kept on squirming and whimpering in her seat. She was shameless about it, wanting to prevent any embarrassing accidents. As Morgan kept moving around, she couldn't help but notice that the girl in the front of the room was staring at her with those green eyes, and a small smile. Morgan moved her eyes to look directly at the girls eyes. She knew then that the girl was definitely looking straight at her, ignoring everyone else. The look on her eyes gave Morgan some sort of bad vibe. But she didn't have time for that, her bladder was more urgent.
The girl snapped her fingers, and a guard when up to her. She whispered something quickly into the guards ear, while looking over to Morgan. The guard then walked to Morgan, and took her out of her seat.
"C'mon, we'll give you the best seats in the house"
With that, Morgan was taken to the front row. She noticed that she was the only one in the front row. The second row was empty. The third row, only two other prisoners were sitting. Everyone else was in the fourth or fifth row. Now Morgan was seated directly a few feet away from the girl with the green eyes, who was still fixating those eyes on Morgan. Morgan put her head down, trying to ignore the girl, who was now talking.
"Is that all of them? The shuttles are clear?"
"Yes Director" yelled out a guard.
"OK, lets begin with them."
The guards shut the doors, and walked around with a clipboard, checking off things as they walked behind the rows.
"So yes, welcome ladies, to the Ganymede Women's Penitentiary, the only space station dedicated to holding up trash of the female kind, such as yourselves. My name is Amanda Thalasakos, and I am the warden and director of Ganymede"
Morgan was concentrating more on her bladder, so she didnt really care who the girl was, or what she wanted to say. She just needed the bathroom as soon as possible.
"Ganymede was made to house the worst female criminals who are serving long sentences for heinous crimes on Earth and the Colonies. Some of you are murderers, deviants, and pure evil. Others are just white-collar brats with a long record of embezzlement, tax fraud and other things that amount to strong punishment"
Please, just get on with it, I need to go, I cant hold it!
"Our goal here at Ganymede is to reform each and everyone of you. All prisoners here have sentences no lesser than 1000 years, so we have all the time in the world to reform you back into respectable and decent ladies. As you may have noticed, the guards are all female. Ganymede has an all-female staff, due to the controversies risen from having male staff at female prisons on Earth. Don't believe that it means we will treat you with high respect or sisterhood, just because we have similar anatomy in between our legs."
Oh no, no, no, I'm about to burst. I cant do this....
"We hold criminals from all over the world, making us an international institution, so we are not represented by any government, not even the United Nations. That means we are allowed to use any and all necessary means to get you all back into....uhh..."
Just hold it in, keep calm and-
"Is there an issue? Am I perhaps boring you?"
Whoa, who is she calling out?
Morgan looked up, only to see Thalasakos staring right at her. She looked around, the noticed the other guards and prisoners were looking at her.
"Yes, you in the front, I'm asking you a question. Am I boring you?"
Morgan turned red in embarrassment. She was now the focus of everyone's attention, and in a very bad way. Thalasakos walked slowly towards her.
"Ever since I started talking, I haven't seen you looking up and paying attention. You can either pay attention or leave."
Leave? To a cell?
Without thinking, Morgan nodded her head "yes".
"Yes, you are bored and want to leave?"
Morgan nodded yes again.
"Good. I truly appreciate your honesty. But if I may ask, why leave?"
Morgan didnt now how to respond. Thalasakos went up to her, and carefully peeled off the tape from her mouth. She made direct eye contact with Morgan, with a look more intense than ever.
"Well? What is it that you'd like to do that is more fun than hearing me speak?"
B...but...I cant speak! I need the bathroom, but cant say it!
"She's mute, Director Thalasakos, that's what her record says" said a guard from the back.
"Ahh, I see. I apologize for that. I didn't mean to neglect your disability, Miss.....umm...."
"Miss Morgan Stephens, Director. Prisoner 20123, charged by Interpol with war crimes"
"Oh, war crimes? Her? She's a poster child for conservatives though."
"Background says she was the CEO of a primary military firm. She purposely ordered several massacres in Central America, under a contract with a corrupt government"
Morgan looked down in shame. With the desperation, along with guilt and humiliation, she felt tears run begin to run down her cheeks
"Really, are you telling me this angel is capable of inhumanely ordering the deaths of poor farmers for money? Sure it wasn't a bad court decision or a mistake? She looks so....innocent". Some of the guards snickered, and Thalasakos herself suppressed a giggle.
"No ma'am. About a thousand or so deaths at the hands of her firm, from Guatemala to Panama, they had no chance and Miss Stephens knew it. Evidence tab here says that she wrote in an e-mail, and I quote, 'Intimidate the population, go into a few villages and unleash Hell, they are just coffee farmers, they shouldn't show the troops any sort of resistance', end quote. The paycheck was in the tens of millions. She even brought herself a new yacht on Earth afterwards, without a worry in the world"
Morgan felt sick to her stomach. Her bladder was about to burst any second, and what she least needed was to be reminded of her crimes, which she now finally repented.
"Wow. Unleash hell? On coffee farmers? Ganymede has seen some evil people, but you take the cake sweetheart."
Morgan shuddered as Thalasakos laid a gentle hand on her arm, and brought her mouth to her ear. She whispered softly into Morgan's ear.
"My love, the only one here that deserves Hell is you, and I'm here to bring it to you"
Thalasakos backed up, pressing her hand down on Morgan's bladder to get up. Morgan moaned in pain.
"So tell me, after all of this, you are still shameless enough to be bored. What is it that you want to do"
I....no....I'm guilty but....I didn't mean....I...
"Bathroom, and really urgently too."
Morgan had a look of surprise. How did she know?
"You seem surprised. I'll have you know I'm good at body language, and psychology in general. I studied criminal psychology under Dr. Joanna Whitestone at Harvard, specializing in body language for my thesis. I've seen my share of desperate prisoners."
Thalasakos began to walk back to the front of the room, giggling along the way
"I'm sorry Miss Stephens, but your record has led me to take back the little sympathy I have for you. It seems you won't make it out of here dry, I'm afraid"
Oh no.....
"I will be a little nice, won't tape you mouth up. It's not like it'd make any difference."
Morgan groaned. She felt her bladder begin to push back on her muscles that closed it up. The floodgates were ready to blow.
"Anyways, I'm sorry for the setback ladies. Shall we continue?"
A leak went out. Morgan bent forward. She was losing control.
"Since 2181, when the UN took this station from Chinese control after the Sino-Russian War, we've used this facility.."
Oh no....ohhh....nooo....
What started out as a small dribble into her underwear turned into longer, uncontrollable spurts. Morgan was wetting herself. The warm liquid pooled in her seat, spilling into the floor. By now, she was sure her underwear was soaked, and the entire bottom of her jumpsuit. She sobbed quietly at the discomfort and humiliation.
"...society deserves to be safe from degenerates such as yourselves, while.....oh my..."
Morgan had her head down in shame. She shut her eyes tightly when she heard the laughter of the guards. The only ones not laughing loudly were the other prisoners, who Morgan was sure would be enjoying her humiliation too, had their mouths not been taped up. Thalasakos wasn't laughing as well, as she instead took to humiliate Morgan further.
"Seems like you couldn't control your urges. Lucky you, in your only given uniform on your very first day here too..."
She grabbed Morgan by her cuffed hands, and stood her up, letting the others behind her see her soaked butt and thighs. Even though Morgan couldn't see it, she was sure that the tight jumpsuit outlined her firm butt and panty lines.
"Wouldn't you just love to take a shower and get into dry clothes? Too bad neither is offered. I suppose you should get to a cell now, I'll give you the presentation later, in private. I wont forget. Take our soaked friend to cell E-6."
Still sobbing, Morgan stood there, as two guards, still laughing, went up to her, and walked her out.
"Keep your head up high Miss Stephens. I'll have an eye out on you" |
A/N: My very first fanfiction commission! Oh, how exciting. I did it for vexer6, and I really hope that they like it. I have another thread posted with information on my commissions, so if anyone likes what they see and want something of their own, check it out!
A common thing said to young children is, “You should have gone before we left the house!” After all, kids don't have the best control over their bladders, and when you're out for a long time and there aren't many bathrooms, situations can become a bit troublesome.
But Kim was not a young child. In fact, despite her status as a teenager, she liked to think of herself as very grown up, and very capable of taking care of herself. After all, she was a very skilled and dangerous agent, known for bringing down some of the most notorious baddies the world had ever seen.
And yet, here she was, repeating that age old phrase to herself. I really should have gone to the bathroom before I left, she thought, hoping she could get this all over with soon. It wasn't even a serious mission; just gathering information in order to formulate a plan of attack. If all went according to plan, she wouldn't even have to cross paths with anybody or engage in any fights at all.
It should just be in and out, and that was great, considering she wanted to get home as quickly as possible. It wasn't too bad yet, but she knew that in a short time, it would be nearly impossible to deal with.
Even as she was walking along, it got more and more pressing with each passing moment, to the point that she would pause every now and then to stop the constant sloshing she felt when she walked. She had so far seen nothing but dark, empty hallways, and wondered if there was even anything here.
Just as she was hearing this, she heard an all-too-familiar voice say, “Well, well, Kimmie. Fancy meeting you here.”
“Shego,” she said, turning to face her. Well, wasn't this just perfect? She was having a hard enough time walking- the thought of hand-to-hand made her want to cry. “Look, I'm pretty busy, so how about I just walk on out of here and pretend I didn't see anything?”
“Oh, sweet, naive Kimmie, you don't have to pretend at all. There's nothing here,” said Shego, rolling her eyes. “It was all just to lure you here and trap you. I would think you'd have figured that out by now! So, as tempting as your offer may be, I'm afraid that I can't let you go just yet.”
Kim groaned, knowing that there was no way she could avoid this confrontation. She could only hope that she could get this done quickly, and that her situation wouldn't detract too much from her fighting abilities.
Just as she thought that, a powerful twinge shot through her bladder and she nearly doubled over. Her face turned red as she realized that this would make her need obvious to Shego, which was not only embarrassing, but also didn't bode well for the fight. Her opponent was not above fighting dirty, and would most definitely try to use it against her.
As she expected, she saw her opponent's eyes widen, then a smirk spread across her face. While Kim was attempting to recover, Shego lunged and grabbed her, restraining her hands behind her back. Before she could even think about struggling, her hands were cuffed, and she was shoved on her back.
She kicked at Shego, who was quick enough to grab her by the ankles and bind them together as well. Without even having a chance of victory, Kim was completely restricted, now at her captor's mercy.
~X~
“Let me out of here!” Kim demanded.
“Or what?” asked Shego. “What exactly do you think you can do to me in your current position?”
It was true; she was rendered completely useless by her restraints. She sat in a chair with her arms cuffed down to the armrests and her legs bound to the chair's. There was no way for her to escape and, almost worse, no way for her to do anything to ease the pressure on her now achingly full bladder.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Oh, gee, I dunno,” she said sarcastically. “Maybe because you're always showing up to stop me? Or maybe it's because you take such pleasure in beating me to a pulp?”
“Not unprovoked!” snapped Kim. She felt another wave of desperation overtake her and she looked down submissively. “Please...” she begged suddenly.
“Please what?” Again with that (somewhat sexy, she hated to admit) smirk.
“Please, let me go. Just for a minute, at least, I...”
“Oh, trust me, I know you need to piss. Why do you think I confined you like this in the first place? Rest assured, princess, I have no intention of letting you go for anything, much less for that.”
Before Kim could ask what she meant by that, or why she was so adamant about it, she placed a hand just over her bladder and pressed. Kim hissed, and it took all of her self control not to wet herself then and there. It was hard enough on her to have to be sitting down, without considering the fact that she couldn't use her hands or her legs to help herself at all.
She noticed a glint in Shego's eyes that she had never seen before. There was a hint of sadism, which was truthfully quite familiar coming from her, but there was something else. Something primal, something almost...aroused? Could that really be the case? It seemed implausible and yet it was staring her in the face.
“Aww, did that hurt?” she asked, with fake concern and a malicious grin on her face. “Well, don't worry, cupcake, there's much more where that came from!”
She then leaned forward and began tickling Kim's sides. The redhead couldn't help but giggle at this, even though it was causing her untold agony. The laughter was causing her to slowly loose muscle control, and if she didn't get it back soon, she would most definitely wet herself.
Shego stopped tickling her just when she was on the brink of doing just that, and she was barely able to stop herself. She couldn't stop a small bit from escaping, though it wasn't enough to show through on her pants. She grit her teeth, forcing her body to not release anymore.
“Almost lose control there?” asked Shego knowingly. She gave a wicked laugh and said, “Then you're just gonna hate this!” From under the chair, she produced a full water bottle, and Kim whimpered knowing that no matter what she chose to do with it, it wouldn't be good.
The dark haired woman unscrewed the cap and began pouring it on the ground in front of her. The sound and sight of all that water splashing on the ground made her need swell to even greater proportions, as if that were possible. Again, she leaked, this time enough to make a small patch on her cargo pants.
Though she once again managed to stop herself from wetting completely, Shego's eyes lit up deviously and she laughed again. “Poor little Kimmie, can't you hold it any longer than that?”
She then began to pour the water on Kim's hand, and the direct contact with the cold, sharp water was just too much. Without warning, warm jets of pee began flooding her cargo pants, soaking her crotch completely and flowing down her legs. The seat of the chair was filled until it overflowed onto the floor, creating a large puddle around her and Shego's feet.
Shego let out a moan, sounding as if she had come from this, and watched as Kim continued to wet herself. Had she not been so humiliated and relieved all at once, she would have questioned it, but as things stood, she was too distracted by her ever-growing mess.
When at last the flow stopped, Shego pulled a small key out and said, “Thank for the show, Kimmie. I'll be seeing you around.” She then unfastened one wrist, dropped the key in the girl's soaked lap, and took off down the hall. By the time Kim was able to finish freeing herself, she wouldn't be able to catch up, but she it wasn't as if she really wanted to.
She was ashamed that she had wet herself like a child in front of her archnemesis, confused by Shego's delight that heavily resembled arousal, and even more confused at the slight feelings of arousal she felt as she set off for home. She wasn't sure why that had happened, or why she now felt the way she felt about it.
The only thing she was really sure of was that she would have a hard time explaining this. |
A/N: I am hoping to start a series of Fire Emblem: Awakening omorashi stories, hopefully one for female characters and one for male characters. I will be working on them in-between commissions and updates on my Korrlok fic. I will be starting with my favorite female character, Lissa. Since I have shipping biases, ships might show up here, and in this one, it's with Frederick.
Lissa was a princess and she knew she should act more like one. She knew that, and she tried, she really did, but it was so hard to be so grownup and ladylike when she still enjoyed so many things that others deemed childish. She tried taking lessons from Maribelle, and though they would help for a short time, she always ended up failing in some way, whether it was another well-planned prank on Robin, or a petty squabble with Chrom.
On one particular morning, she went to Maribelle during breakfast for a few extra pointers on how to be a lady. They had talked over tea- Lissa's favorite, as always- and though Lissa had found it incredibly helpful, she knew that she would mess it up in some way before the day was over. Still, as she helped pack up camp, she could only hope that she could overcome her childish nature today.
“Alright, everyone,” said Robin, bringing them all together. “We have a really long march ahead of ourselves, and I'd like to cover as much ground as possible before nightfall. I'd like it if we could make as few stops as possible, so I had lunches prepared for you that you could eat while walking.”
Lissa giggled to herself; despite the tactician's ability to predict and plan for almost anything, she was still always able to surprise with a good prank. Robin never saw it coming.
She suddenly shook her head, stopping her giggle short. She could not, could not, keep thinking like that! She had to get her silly pranks out of her system, and begin acting like a true princess. It was hard to live up to the example set before her, and the more she put it off, the harder it became. Chrom was always doing something great and heroic that she couldn't dream of living up to.
As everyone set off, she vowed to herself that this would be the day when she began to prove to everyone, herself included, that she could be the proper princess that everyone expected her to be.
~X~
It wasn't long after they started off that Lissa was suddenly reminded of how much tea she had had with Maribelle. She was reminded because she hadn't thought to try and relieve herself before they had started off, and now realized that she needed to. Quite a bit.
But they had only been walking about thirty minutes, and to ask absolutely everyone to stop after such a short time, and for such an embarrassing reason, was too much for Lissa to bear. It was not, she was sure, what a real lady or a princess would do, and if she was going to be adult about this, she knew she would simply have to hold it until someone else needed to stop, or Robin revealed a break for such things had been planned in all along.
She hoped that if she just kept walking, and didn't dwell about it, it wouldn't be so bad and she would be able to push it out of her mind for a while. If she didn't think about it, she wouldn't notice how her bladder was filling more and more by the second, and how walking jostled it rather uncomfortably.
Try as she might, it was impossible to stop thinking about it altogether, and she hoped that someone would soon speak up, saying that they couldn't possibly wait a second longer. Perhaps someone bold, without a touch of shame, like Vaike or Sully. Maybe Maribelle would be suffering a similar problem and confide in Lissa; if they asked together it wouldn't be quite as embarrassing. Maybe even Robin would need to be excused!
But time drug on, and no one showed any sign of the discomfort that Lissa felt. Vaike and Sully were both wrapped up in their own ordeals, flaunting their strength in different ways. Maribelle didn't so much as grimace as she carried on a conversation with Olivia, and Robin cheerfully lead, discussing strategy with Chrom.
Lissa groaned quietly to herself, at a pitch she was sure no one could hear. Of course, she forgot that Frederick was overly attuned to the actions of her and her brother, and he turned to look at her with concern.
“Milady, is everything alright? Is something bothering you?” he asked.
“No!” she said, blushing a bit. “Nothing at all!”
“Are you absolutely sure?” asked the knight, looking entirely unconvinced.
“Yes, of course,” she said, tittering nervously. “Nothing wrong over here, I'm perfectly fine!”
“Well, if you're sure,” he said, still looking as if he did not believe her. She was surprised that he would let it go just like that, and felt a surge of pride, sure that it was because he was starting to trust her to look after herself.
Her pride, however, was short-lived, as her situation became more and more painful. She wasn't sure how long she would be able to hold it, and she silently plead that someone would ask to stop soon. It was incredibly difficult to manage, because she couldn't stop to cross her legs, or bend over at all, or put a hand between her legs like she would have done as a child. She had to maintain an appearance of a calm and collected, totally ladylike, proper princess, just like she wanted to be.
She bit down on her lip, hoping that the sharp pain would distract her, but she couldn't be so lucky. She knew that if she didn't speak up, she would probably end up wetting herself in front of everybody, and that would be the absolute worst. Still, somehow, she was too ashamed to ask, and she suffered in silence.
Thud.
She was snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of someone heavy hitting the ground. By that, she could determine that, for once, it wasn't Sumia, and she looked up to see who it was. She was surprised to see Frederick, of all people, trying to get up and wincing.
“It seems I missed a rock and tripped over it,” he said. Everyone looked at him as if he were crazy; Frederick never missed a thing, and he certainly never fell down. Yet there he was, on the ground and in pain.
“Well...are you alright?” asked Robin.
“No, I think I need to be healed, if I am to continue at a good pace today,” he said. He turned to Lissa and continued, “Milady, would you please heal me?”
“U-um, yes,” she said, mentally cursing. Sure, they were stopping, but she would be stuck healing Frederick and wouldn't be able to sneak off for a few moments. She carried her stave, looking somewhat worse for wear, over to him.
Suddenly, though, he got on his feet, wincing again, and she thought the look on his face looked a little forced. “We'll go into the trees a bit, and will return when my ankle is fully healed.”
With that, he grabbed Lissa's hand and lead her into the forest along the side of the path, ignoring Robin's protest of, “But can't you just do it right here?”
When they were a good distance from everyone, Lissa couldn't take much more. If she didn't get over her shyness right then and there, it would all be over. Luckily, it was just Frederick, and though it was still embarrassing, it was nowhere near as bad as asking in front of everyone.
Before she could say anything, however, Frederick said, “Milady, my injuries are faked. I actually noticed that you seemed like you needed a break, but you weren't asking. I can only assume you didn't want to inconvenience anyone. As your knight, it was my duty to help you find an excuse to break away without you being at fault for that inconvenience.”
“I...thank you, Frederick,” she said, and quickly took off to try and find somewhere where he wouldn't be able to hear her. But before she could even get out of his line of sight, and she doubled over by such a strong wave of desperation that she knew she was too late.
“Fr-frederick!” She started to called for him to leave, so she could maybe save her clothes, at the very least, but it was too late. Before she could get another word in, she let out a cry as she felt a hot torrent of piss rush out of her, quickly soaking her underthings. “N-no!”
She sobbed weakly, unable to stop the flow at this point. All she could do was holding up her dress so that it wouldn't get wet and face away from the knight as she thoroughly humiliated herself. It ran down her legs, and she shifted position to avoid getting her shoes wet.
She absolutely could not believe that she was wetting herself and in front of her knight, her caretaker that she had been desperate to prove herself to, the man she secretly admired above all else. Tears poured down her face, almost as fast and hot as the piss puddling on the ground so quickly the dirt couldn't absorb it all at once.
At last, she felt it slow and then stop, and she sobbed, not turning around. “What am I going to do now?” she wondered aloud. “How am I ever going to face anyone ever again? All I wanted was to be a proper princess, but instead I just ended up wetting myself like a little kid!”
“Milady...” Frederick said softly, approaching her.
“Just go away, Frederick! Go back and tell everyone that little baby Lissa had an accident, and then you can all have a good laugh over it!” She sniffed loudly at the end of her sentence and began crying ever louder.
“Milady, I would never...” he said softly, awkwardly patting her on the head. “I know that you only waited this long to keep from inconveniencing everyone, and I know what it's like to put others first to the point it causes you great discomfort. I honestly think all the more of you as a princess for it.”
“You...you do?” she asked, turning and looking up at him. She wiped her eyes as the tears slowed.
“Yes, of course! Though I wouldn't recommend doing it to this extreme ever again. If you ever find yourself in any uncomfortable position, you need only ask me for assistance. I will do whatever I can to help!”
“Th-thank you, Frederick...” She smiled at him, but then her face fell again. “I still don't know how I'm going to face everyone. It'll be pretty obvious what happened when I return in this state.”
“Leave it to me, Milady! I'll return, saying that your stave broke before you could finish healing me, but that you have something in your bag that should finish the job. That way, you'll have the chance to change without anyone noticing,” he said, starting off with his fake limp.
“Thank you so much, I really appreciate all of this,” she called after him. She knew that everyone would question why he, the supposed injured one, would be the one to go fetch the bag, but she also knew that he was Frederick and he always went to extremes like that, so no one would question it for long.
A/N: Next time, I'm going to write one for Maribelle! I'm going to try to write one for all of my favorites, but if there is a character you would like to see that I don't seem to be planning for, remember that I take commissions (see my topic for this). |
Maribelle was enjoying her favorite time of day; tea time. Managing her family's estate in Themis, her father's own dukedom, had been quite stressful today. Many of their subjects were concerned that Plegian forces masquerading as bandits could rush down upon them at any moment, killing friends and family, and destroying their homes and livelihoods. Reassuring the people of Themis was a job Maribelle had always excelled at. Though she was slow to warm to strangers, when it came to her own people, Maribelle was truly very kind. But after a long day of meeting with subjects, Maribelle was glad she could relax with one of her favorite teas; a citrus blend that she often had with her best friend, Lissa.
The meetings with her people had been rather stressful for Maribelle, as the rumors and fears she had heard repeated really weren't that unlikely. Chrom and his Shepherds had come across several “bandits” attacking villages, who had turned out to be Plegian soldiers sent to instigate war with Ylisse. Plegia's “Mad King” Gangrel wanted vengeance for his dead father, the previous Exalt of Ylisse, and would go to great lengths to begin conflict with Emmeryn, the current Exalt. But for now, Maribelle wanted to enjoy her tea, and keep her mind from dwelling on political worries.
Just as Maribelle was finishing up the last cup of tea from the pot that had been prepared for her, knowing that drinking an entire pot herself was fairly excessive, the captain of her family's guard walked into the tea room, with a grim visage.
“Milady,” He started, “we're receiving reports that a Plegian force has invaded Ylisse, particularly our lands, and have already razed an entire village near the border.”
“What?!” Maribelle exclaimed. She rose from her seat, and began heading for the estate's stables. “I must head there at once! I cannot allow those Plegian brutes to harm our subjects! What else are we nobles for, if not protecting our commonfolk!”
“Lady Maribelle, I'm not sure that would be a wise decision. Plegians are not known for their honor, do you trust them to uphold a peaceful parley?” The captain said, furrowing his brow in concern.
“Nonsense, sir, no man would dare harm an unarmed Lady, who wished for nothing more than a polite discussion, and perhaps a gentle suggestion that they head back to Plegia!” Maribelle said, determined to try and save her subjects any misfortune the enemy troops might cause.
“If you insist, Milady, we'll have your favorite horse ready for you soon.” said the captain.
~
Maribelle had been riding for about an hour, with a small group of guards following her. In the comfort of her riding clothes, a matching blouse and pants, both of which were pink and white, and her elegantly curled blonde hair, she believed that she looked the part of a Lady, coming to the aid of her people. But, during the long ride towards the smoke of the razed village, Maribelle began to realize that she had perhaps gone a bit too far with her tea that day. While her horse was well trained, he was still jostled quite a bit as she rode, which had caused the pressure in her bladder to build and build. A Lady like her, however, would never demean herself by relieving herself in the wilderness, so her relief must wait until she returned to her estate!
As Maribelle and her guards neared the village, they saw the Plegian forces heading out. She decided that she would go on ahead, alone, as her armed guards might provoke a response, but she felt she could reason with the enemy troops. After all, Gangrel was the one who wanted war, not all of the Plegian people! With a heart full of hope, and a bladder rapidly filling with tea, Maribelle rode the final stretch to the Plegian “bandits”, making for their leader.
~
“Why have you invaded the peaceful lands of Ylisse?” Maribelle called out to the soldiers as she approached. The soldiers, including their commander, looked quite shocked to see a noble riding up to them like it was nothing, especially considering what they had just done. It took the officer in charge a brief span before he could fight off his shock.
“We're here under the orders of King Gangrel! And who might you be, that rides up to an enemy, unarmed and unprepared?” He said, as his men glowered behind him. “Plegia has never recovered from the 'peace' Ylisse fought for in the past, consider this our...reparations.”
“You cannot blame and punish the common people of Ylisse for the mistakes of our past leaders!” Maribelle retorted, knowing how upset even Emmeryn and her siblings were about their father's crusade against Plegia.
“Who else is there to blame, foolish girl? You're too young to know how the world works. But looking at you, a noble of Ylisse, I have a plan that I think Gangrel will love.” The officer said, with a malicious grin. “Men, grab her. She'll make quite a bargaining chip.”
“But sir...she's unarmed, and came to us for a peaceful parley...” said one of the soldiers, and many of the others seemed equally nervous and hesitant. Maribelle began making towards her horse, but the officer himself grabbed one of her arms, holding her in place.
“You heard Gangrel when he sent us out. Disobeying an order from me is treason, and His Majesty is not fond of traitors. You will obey me, or you won't live to see the end of the day!” The officer shouted, shocking his men into action.
“You brutes!” Maribelle shouted, as the soldiers overtook her, quickly binding her. “You will not get away with this, The Exalt, Chrom, and his Shepherds will come to my aid!”
“That's what I'm counting on, milady.” The office spat, as he gagged Maribelle with a peace of cloth, to silence her vicious tongue.
~
The two guards Maribelle had left behind watched helplessly as their Lady was abducted, but knew that trying to rush in and save her against a force so numerous would lead only to their own deaths. Instead, they mounted their horses, planning to ride for Ylisstol as quickly as they could, to notify the Exalt, and the Shepherds of the terrible news.
~
After what felt like hours, Maribelle had finally been brought to a fortress near the Plegian border. The ride had been torturous. With her arms bound behind her back, and her leg tied together, she had been thrown into a wagon the Plegian troops had brought with them. As they traversed the incredibly uneven terrain, Maribelle had been bumped and jostled, with every motion agitating her overfull bladder. As she clenched her fists, and suppressed moans of desperation, she was coming to regret her vice for tea more and more. Just as the wagon stopped, there was a very large bump as it crossed the threshold of the fortress' gates, and this bump, coupled with her fear and worry, shocked Maribelle, causing her to leak slightly, before she could regain control and stop herself. It wasn't much – she was sure the soldiers would never notice – but as they picked her up to carry into the fortress, she could feel the dampness in her panties.
~
Maribelle had been carried down, into the depths of the fortress to a musty – though surprisingly well lit – cell, where she was briefly cut loose, though soldiers still surrounded her. While she couldn't hope to fight them off, she finally had the freedom of motion to cross her legs, offering herself some slight relief. This relief was short lived, however, as the soldiers shackled her arms above her head, and her ankles near the base of the wall. After she had been restrained once more, the soldiers filed out of the cell, though one remained outside of the entrance to the cell, standing guard. Maribelle was afraid she would be left waiting for a very long time, so long that she might lose control of her bladder. Her brief respite from her bonds, only to be forced into new ones, was almost more than she could bear. As her body twinged with pain, she squirmed as much as she could, moaning from the pressure of her bladder.
Before long, however, she heard footsteps approaching her cell. The guard outside quickly opened the door, allowing none other than the Mad King Gangrel, ruler of Plegia, to enter. Maribelle's eyes widened, and the shock of seeing him caused another slight leak, before she regained her composure. Gangrel strode into the room, seeming quite arrogant, and very pleased. His black and gold wardrobe gave him an air of command, while his fierce red hair suited his madness well. He looked directly into Maribelle's eyes, studying her for a moment, before bursting into laughter.
“Looks like my men caught me quite a fine prize! Emmeryn and her guard dog would be willing to do a lot to get you back, I'd wager. Maybe they'll even give me their beloved Fire Emblem.” Gangrel said, followed by another burst of laughter. He then strode up closer to Maribelle, and removed the gag from her mouth. “Unlike most royalty, dear, I'd like you to speak plainly with me.”
“You are a vile man, Gangrel! How could you send men to raze a defenseless village, with no greater goal than to cause further bloodshed through war?!” Maribelle shouted, attempting to appeal to his humanity. “Was not the crusade against your father bad enough? We have all suffered greatly from such conflict.”
“No, Mari Contrary, my people may have suffered greatly, but you Ylissean dogs can't hurt enough. At least not while your Exalt and her brother yet draw breath. But with you as a bargaining chip...haha! I can easily exploit their kind-hearts!” Gangrel said, his eyes gleaming with pride at his own cunning.
“You black-hearted –“ Maribelle started, but Gangrel quickly returned the gag to her mouth, making her sentence nothing more than furious gibberish. As she gave into her rage, Maribelle felt another twinge of pain in her abdomen, stronger than any before it. Her unintelligible rant was cut short, as she whimpered, and focused on holding the piss inside of her. She desperately wanted to avoid squirming in front of Gangrel, but could do nothing else to bring her any measure of relief. After attempting to fight her situation for a moment, she had to give in and start squirming.
Upon seeing her squirm, Gangrel's eyes widened. He thought he knew exactly what was wrong with the young noblewoman, but reached between her legs to confirm. Maribelle tried her best to recoil from his touch, but it was impossible for her to move more than a few inches, and she let out another moan of desperation as he touched her. Just as he had thought; her crotch was slightly damp from her previous leaks. Gangrel looked her in the eyes, and a vicious smile lit up his face. Maribelle knew that he was about to use her situation to torture and humiliate her, as only the Mad King could.
“I've always enjoyed making people squirm in fear or pain, but this is an opportunity I've never had! Even if I do nothing to you, you'll continue to squirm and squirm. In fact, it's all you can do to stop for even a moment!” Gangrel said, laughing fiercely. And as he called her out on it, Maribelle did indeed try to stop. And just as he had predicted, it was only a very brief time before she had to begin squirming again, just to relieve the building pressure. “Simply leaving you be would take much too long, though, and I am a busy man! I think I'll just...speed things up a bit.” Gangrel said, as he placed his hand on her taut abdomen, just above her bladder.
Maribelle shook her head frantically, and attempted to plead through her gag, knowing what the Mad King was about to do to her. Nonetheless, Gangrel began pressing down, applying even more pressure to her already full to bursting bladder. Maribelle felt as though she would pop at any moment, but for her own dignity, and the pride of her family, she managed to hold on for just a bit longer. Eventually, Gangrel seemed to grow tired of pressing on her, and released his pressure. Maribelle sighed in relief, proud that she managed to outlast him. She even smirked defiantly, about to try a mocking laugh through her gag, when suddenly he pressed on her again, more fiercely than before.
Having let her guard down before, Maribelle was left completely open, and unprepared to withstand another burst of pressure. She could do nothing but moan, and unclench her hands, as the warm piss rushed out of her.
“Ahahaha!” Gangrel cackled. “It seems this noble is even more full of piss than the rest of them!” he said, as Maribelle wet herself. There was a hissing sound as the piss flowed down her legs, soaking her pants, turning the white a damp yellow, and the pink a near-red color. She felt it soaking her through, and even pooling within her boots. Once the flow had finally stopped, Maribelle began to sob. She couldn't believe that she, daughter of the Duke of Themis, had been bested by such a foul man. And in such an embarrassing way, too! How could she ever show her face at home again? “I'm going to leave you to stew in shame for a while, Mari Contrary, but don't worry, I'll be back to have some real fun before Emmeryn and her dog of a brother can even attempt a rescue.” Gangrel said, turning back to wave as he left the cell.
~
After what felt like days in the cell, Maribelle again heard the sound of footsteps. Startled from her half-asleep state, she realized she was still damp, and that she couldn't have been waiting for long. She also noticed that these footsteps were quicker, lighter, and more frantic. She heard the guard outside of the cell exclaim “Halt! Who goes th–“, before hearing a fierce gust of wind. After a few more of the light footsteps, and some jingling of keys, the door to the cell swung open once more. But rather than Gangrel or one of the guards, Maribelle saw a familiar face.
“Ricken!” She shouted, overcome with relief and joy. “How did you get here? How did you even know to save me?”“Your guards reached my family quickly, and I set off immediately. But there's no time for that tale, Maribelle! We have to get out of here!” He said, as he unlocked the shackles that held her to the wall. Once Maribelle was freed from her bonds, Ricken noticed the dampness of her pants, and quickly asked, “Maribelle, what happened? Did they do anything to hurt you?”
“The Mad King himself was here, Ricken, it was terrible! He made me...made me...wet myself.” She said, lowering her head in shame. “I cannot go back home like this, no one can see me! I will never be taken seriously again, I will be laughed out of royal courts and tea shops alike!”
“Maribelle,” Ricken said, reassuringly, “No one will think less of you for this! You stood up to Plegian invaders, and were taken prisoner by Gangrel. I don't think anyone would dare to mock you, or treat you like a child for this, instead, they'll treat you like the hero you are!”“Oh, Ricken, you're right! You've got quite a bit of wisdom in that young head of yours!” Maribelle said, teasing him.
“Hey! You can't treat me like a kid, I haven't even finished saving you yet!” Ricken said. They both laughed, feeling optimistic as they left the dungeon, and then the fortress, ready to fight their way to Emmeryn, Chrom, and the Shepherds.
Harley's Maribelle story is still coming, it's just a coincidence that Maribelle was the first story I wrote. So if you were looking forward to that, don't worry, it's still on the way! |
A/N: Here's my Maribelle story, as promised. I chose Maribelle because she is another favorite character of mine, and you know I would love to see her in such a situation. As far as shipping biases go, The Vaike makes an appearance in this one.
Maribelle kept her teatime like Libra kept his religion- that is to say, with the utmost devotion. Not only was it just proper for a lady of her noble standing, she rather enjoyed it and found it to be the best way to relax and keep her stress levels at a minimum during wartime. She always enjoyed having someone, particularly Lissa, to share it with, but even alone, it was wonderful.
She almost felt as if her entire day would be thrown off balance if she didn't take her tea whenever she had the chance- and it most likely would be. Therefore, she would often have to manage it as quickly as possible, and finish at a moment's notice, due to some battle.
That was the case one day; she had a few sips left in her cup when Chrom announced that they would be venturing on a bit to take out a Risen threat nearby. There would be a short march and then they would go to battle. Robin took over, telling them their position and partnering them up.
As Maribelle began to clean up, she didn't even have to listen to who she would be working with today. She had recently taken up learning to fight with an ax, and so she was always by Vaike's side. She hated to admit it and stroke his ego, but he actually was a decent teacher, at least in that particular matter.
Still, she could do without having to listen to him talk the entire way there.
~X~
Another thing Maribelle could do without, she realized, was a growing pressure on her bladder. As she walked, trying to ignore Vaike's ignoring blathering, she could feel her need growing more and more, and wished that she had planned for something like this before leaving camp. This could definitely be a problem, and she hoped that she could at least make it through the battle before having to run off somewhere discreet.
She squirmed a bit as she walked, and her face flushed, embarrassed at her actions. She fervently hoped that no one noticed her behaving in such a manner that was not at all befitting of her noble status. She bit down on the inside of her cheek, trying to distract herself for the remainder of their journey.
The walk took longer than she expected, and by the time they arrived, she wondered if she would really be able to make it through this battle. She knew that she didn't have a choice, as noblewomen did not wet themselves, but a long battle would not bode well for her. She decided that she would have to do her best, and push Vaike to the same, so that it would be over with quicker.
The stench of rotting flesh was one thing that she would never get used to, and it was the telltale sign of Risen in the area. She felt a sense of dread when she saw there were over fifty of them for the army to face off against. As they started off in the position that Robin had instructed for them, she tapped her partner's shoulder and said, “Let us try to take down more than usual today.”
Vaike gave her a toothy grin and said. “Yer awfully eager today, huh? Well, Teach doesn't like to let anyone beat him, so I'll humor you today and help you take down as many of 'em as you want!”
She forced a smile, as if to make herself look even more eager to slaughter the Risen. She drew up her ax as one came near her, swinging at it. Her hit would have been perfect, but a sharp pain in her bladder caused her to miss her mark by a bit, taking off only an arm. Vaike took up the slack, landing a decisive blow to its face, causing it to disintegrate in front of them. He smirked at her and she sneered, though she was secretly impressed by his skills.
Another pang shot through her, and she clenched her legs together reflexively. A she and Vaike advanced, she felt her desperation grow, and she squirmed in place any time he stopped to survey the situation. She would soon be at her limit, but there was no excuse for her to run off in the middle of a battle like this. She had to hold on longer, but it was not looking promising.
After a few more faulty swings that her partner had to make up for, he finally turned to her and said, “What's goin' on, Maribelle? Ya never had this much trouble before. Is something botherin' ya?”
“D-don't be absurd!” she snapped. “I am perfectly fine! Just having an off day, is all.”
“Yeesh, sorry, I asked.”
She rolled her eyes at him, and fell back to let him take the lead. It seemed she was entirely unable to fight in her current state, and she was better off hanging back then trying to go for a kill. She crossed her legs slightly, biting her lip and rocking back and forth a bit in place. She was really getting desperate, but the battle showed no signs of ending soon. If only she could ask him to cover for her while she excused herself, but that was entirely unladylike and would jeopardize him while making her completely vulnerable.
She tightened her crossed legs, now completely blocking out everything about the battle going on around her. No one was paying attention, and Vaike was getting further away from her. Perhaps if she just stood here, everyone would be at such a distance that she could run off somewhere and relieve herself without a single soul noticing. She blushed as she pressed a hand between her legs, praying that she was right about nobody paying attention. She whimpered.
“Er...Maribelle?”
She was snapped out of her thoughts, dismayed to realize that Vaike had returned to her while she hadn't been focused, and could clearly see exactly what she was doing. Her face turned a bright shade of red and she stammered, “I...I...I...”
“I see now why ya've been so out of it,” he said. “If ya needed a piss, you could have just said so.”
“Vaike!” she cried, shocked. “How incredibly vulgar of you!” She tried resuming a normal pose, but immediately had to recross her legs and jam her hand back between her legs. She was going to lose control any second now; there was no point in trying to maintain her dignity.
“Fine, whatever, ya needed to 'relieve yourself' or whatever you nobles say,” he said. “I can handle myself, you go...take care of that.”
She nodded, wanting to thank him but too embarrassed to do so. To be discovered in such a position! Really! She was so mortified that didn't even notice the Risen sneaking up on her until Vaike yelled, “Behind you!” and lunged to counter its attack.
She spun around, gasping as she saw the blow that just barely missed her. If he had not been there to protect her, she would have most certainly been seriously injured by that hit. She was about to say something, anything to him, when her body, pushed to its limits by the added stress, gave out on her.
She heard a loud hiss as she began to wet herself, her lovely pink clothes staining dark as it flowed down her legs and puddled on the ground. The stream seemed to go on for hours as she stood humiliated, but really only lasted a minute. When her bladder was completely empty, her clothes completely soaked, and the ground beneath her turned muddy, she collapsed to her knees, her legs having gone weak.
Tears welled up in her eyes as the seriousness of the situation hit her. She had just wet herself during a battle and now it would be obvious to everyone what had happened. Her reputation as a lady was ruined, and she would surely be mocked by everyone. And to add insult to injury, because she had fallen, her knees would be covered in mud!
As Vaike finished his fight, he turned around, saying, “You okay?” His eyes then widened upon seeing the state she was in. “I...”
“Am I okay?” she asked softly. “No. No, I do not think I am.” She smiled weakly at him, tears spilling down her cheeks. “How on earth could you possibly think that I'm okay?!” she shrieked, dropping her smile.
“H-hey, Maribelle...”
“What? Are you going to laugh at me? Call me a child? I already know that's what everyone is going to think of me after this!” She sobbed so loudly that it was quite some time before he could get a word in edgewise.
When he could finally speak, he said, “Maribelle, I'm not gonna laugh atcha or anything. It's not that big of a deal. Happens to lots of people, doesn't matter how old they are. 'Sides, we we're in the middle of a battle. No one can blame ya for not havin' a chance to take care of that.”
“B-but...” She sniffled. “I'm supposed to be a lady. This shouldn't have happened to me, of all people! Everyone is going to laugh at me!”“No one's even gonna know,” he said, gesturing around them. The battle had been pressed forward quite a bit, and it seemed the Risen that had just attacked had been a straggler in the back of the pack. “No one saw. There's a creek not too far from here. Go take a little dip and say a Risen pushed ya in!”
“You expect me to swim in a common, dirty creek?!” she asked, looking up at him with scorn in her eyes.
“There's the Maribelle I know,” he said, chuckling. “See? Yer gonna be just fine!”
A/N: Next time is going to be Olivia, but before that, look out for the start of my male series, Wetting Warriors! |
A/N: Olivia is another one of my favorite girls, and my top choice ship for her is Chrom, so when a friend of mine came to me request an art trade for that couple with the option to include wetting, I knew I could not refuse. So, without further ado, here's our latest installment!
It had been a fairly peaceful day, and Chrom's army had taken a much needed break, resting up for the day. Olivia had been lucky enough to find a secluded place to practice her dancing free of any watchful eyes. She had been hard at work most of the day, perfecting new routines and rehearsing old ones, all in the hope that if she got just a little bit better, she would finally have the confidence she needed to overcome her stage fright and perform for real.
She got so caught up in practicing that she often forgot the world around her, even forgetting to eat or drink sometimes. She had to remind herself to take breaks for these things, especially to drink. Dancing caused her to sweat, which ate up a lot of her bodily fluids, and she had to stay hydrated if she were going to keep at it for a long time. She kept a lot of water with her at all times whenever she practiced, and, as today was particularly warm, she had to stop more frequently to drink it.
After a few hours of practice, she had managed to block out everything going on around her, focused only on her movements. She was so focused on these movements, in fact, that she did not hear anyone approach her. Normally, she would have been more guarded about such things, but she was so sure of the seclusion of her location that she had lost herself in her dancing and would not have noticed a Risen ambush in her state.
So of course she did not notice when Chrom approached, standing silent and awed as he watched her dance. He had never had the honor of seeing her routines off the battlefield and was entranced. He, of course, knew that he shouldn't watch without her knowing, but he couldn't bring himself to interrupt her graceful movements. She was positively breathtaking.
Opening her eyes for her big finish, she almost screamed upon seeing Chrom, and barely managed to keep her balance. Her face turned a bright red in shame, and she was even more startled to feel a strong pressure on her bladder that she had not noticed before, having been so distracted.
“H-h-how long have you been standing there?” she demanded.
“Not very long,” he said quickly. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spy on you. I was just out walking and heard something and...” He felt himself blush and wondered what it was about her that always got him so tongue-tied. “I'm sorry,” he repeated.
“I...I...I'm sorry you had to watch,” she mumbled, squirming uncomfortably. She would have done so under normal circumstances, but the sharp desperation she felt only made matters worse.
“What do you mean?” he asked. “You dance beautifully!”
“I'm nothing special,” she said quietly, her face going an even brighter red (if that was even possible). She wished that he would go away to end this awkward encounter, and give her a bit of privacy as she felt her bladder protest again at its fullness. Chrom had always unsettled her a bit more than the others, though she tried not to think too long on why that was.
“Olivia!” said Chrom, surprised. “How could you say something like that about yourself? Of course you're special. You can't sell yourself short, you're too talented to do that.”
She squirmed a bit more, gritting her teeth a bit with the effort. She needed relief more than she had expected, and longed for this conversation to be over before she burst from the effort of trying to hold it in. “O-okay,” she said.
He smiled warmly, and she almost melted at the sight. If he kept doing things like that, it would become impossible for her to keep denying the impossible crush she harbored on the prince. It was a ridiculous notion for a commoner like herself, and a foreigner on top of that, to ever have feelings for someone like him, but they were there, whether she would admit to them or not.
But right now, she had more pressing matters to worry about, such as the fact that she had to casually cross her legs to help ease the pressure. She was dangerously close to wetting herself, and she did not know how much longer she would last, but Chrom made no move to leave.
“Well, I...” she started, intending to excuse herself, but she trailed off, looking down. She could not find the words to say that she needed to be alone for a bit without giving away her situation or being rude, or both.
“Yes?” he asked. “You seem a little uncomfortable.” He did not admit how uncomfortable he felt, because he did not want her to think less of him or cause her any further discomfort. He wanted a proper friendship with the girl, though he didn't know why he was so intent on getting close to her in particular.
“N-n-no!” she burst out, afraid that he could see right through her. “I'm fine, nothing to worry about!”
“If you're sure...” he said, wondering if she was being honest. Olivia squirmed under his gaze, and panicked when she felt herself leak a little, though it luckily did not show on her outfit.
“I'm sure,” she said quickly. “I just need to...” She trailed off again, unable to make her predicament clear. However, a sudden, sharp twinge in her bladder caused her to cross her legs tightly and she reflexively pressed a hand to her crotch. Her eyes widened as she realized what she had done and she gasped, turning red again as she pulled the hand away.
Chrom's face turned nearly as red as hers at this. “O-O-Olivia, I...I'm sorry, but d-do you...?”
She nodded, not meeting his eye. She was so mortified that she didn't know how she would be able to face him again after this. As if things had not been difficult for her already! And to make matters worse, she felt another bit leak out.
“I'm really sorry, I'll just be on my way,” he said quickly, turning around to walk away quickly.
Olivia tried to wait for him to be out of sight, she really did, but he did not walk quickly enough and her bladder had taken just about all that it could. She grabbed herself and crossed her legs tightly, but she could not manage to stop the sudden gush of liquid that escaped her, instantly darkening soaking her loose pants. To her horror, there was enough to completely soak through and hit the ground, making a loud hissing sound as it did so. She knew, without a doubt, that Chrom could hear.
“D-don't turn around!” she screamed, as she began to cry from the shame. Even without turning around, there was no way that he did not know what she was doing. She sobbed as she saw him stop in his tracks, but not turn around.
“You know, it's okay, Olivia,” he said calmly. “In fact, it's my fault. If I hadn't kept you in conversation so long this wouldn't have happened.”
“B-but if I had just said something sooner...”
“But I understand why you didn't,” he replied. “I know some of you find my status...intimidating. I can understand if you were afraid of being rude to me, but you don't have to worry about that. From hear on out, please think of me as your friend, and not just some prince, okay?”A
This confused Olivia, and she wondered why he was comforting her like this instead of mocking her. She had wet herself like a little girl, and yet he was taking the blame? Truly, Chrom was one of the nicest people she had ever met! She could not continue denying that there were feelings there, and she only hoped that someday she would have the courage to express them without fear.
“Thank you,” she said. “Thank you so much for understanding.”
“You're welcome,” he replied. “I'll leave you to some privacy now, okay?” With that, he walked away, wondering why this situation had only served to increase what he knew now was a growing attraction to Olivia.
A/N: Yoooo, thanks for reading everyone and thanks to my friend for asking for this. Next up in the series is Cordelia. |
A/N: This addition to the series is also a part of my request promotion thingy I did a bit back. The requester ships Robin with Cordelia, so that is prevalent here. As always, I hope I don't disappoint!
Everyone in the camp knew that Cordelia was a hard worker. Everyone knew that she always went above and beyond the call of duty to ensure that the camp was running at top efficiency, and then she would train like crazy to make sure that she herself was running at top efficiency. The only person who even came close to rivaling her in terms of devotion to the efficiency of the army was Robin. The young tactician was almost always planning strategy, observing everyone's training, and looking after their supplies.
So it was not uncommon that they would run into each other frequently throughout the day, and it was not surprising that they had stuck up a bit of a friendship as time had passed. It certainly made the work go by faster for her when he was around and gave her even more of a reason to work hard. She had someone that she felt could hold her accountable, someone she would even dare to say that she liked to impress.
One day, she got up bright and early to perform her tasks planned for the day. She had heard that Robin was going to be doing a complete inventory of their weapons, and she wanted to perform one of her own, just to be on the safe side. This was going to take quite some time, and she had decided to get some training out of the way beforehand, and then, if she had any time left in the day after the work was done, she could do even more training.
After two hours of training, she felt satisfied with her progress, and set off for the storage tents to begin the long process of counting and tallying. She was pleased to see that she had arrived before Robin; wouldn't he be surprised when he saw she had already started what he had planned!
She became so concentrated on her counting that she at first didn't even notice when he arrived, and it didn't help that he dove straight into it without saying a word. Eventually, though, she was snapped out of her own thoughts and saw him standing there. She offered him a friendly smile and a greeting.
He jumped a bit, then laughed. “Sorry, Cordelia, you startled me. I was really focused on counting and...”
She smiled good naturedly and replied, “I can understand that. I didn't even notice you come in until just now.” A small twinge in her lower abdomen told her that that was not the only thing she hadn't noticed. She had had a fair amount of water while training and hadn't put any thought into relieving herself recently.
As they went back to their counting, she fought to ignore the pressure on her bladder, which, now that it had been discovered, was determined to make itself known at every turn. However, she couldn't quit working now, especially not with Robin right there, watching her. Besides, it wasn't really that bad; if she couldn't hold it now, how would she ever be expected to hold it during battle?
Not long later, Lissa burst into the tent, asking Robin if he would come quickly. There had been some issue healing up some people, and she needed him to evaluate the situation and see how it would affect them in battle. As he left, Cordelia wished him luck, then got back to work.
She wanted to reach a decent stopping point before she took a bathroom break, and so she kept working for a bit after she left, even when it the pressure grew enough that she was fidgeting and having to recount as she went along. She would lose focus, then start to make progress, then lose focus again. It was a twisted system that she knew was making it harder on her, but she didn't want to leave in the middle of something and risk confusing herself for good.
Just as she was starting to reach what she thought to be a good break point, Robin reentered the tent, looking satisfied with whatever solution he had come up with for the problem he had had to attend to. She mentally cursed, because of course she couldn't leave now. She didn't want Robin to think that she was slacking off in the middle of a job! She would just have to finish up as normal, and hope that he got called away again soon so that she could go.
She rubbed her thighs together as she paused to count another set of weapons, hoping that this action would not be noticeable. Her bladder was throbbing, aching for relief and having the added pressure of having Robin present did nothing to help ease that situation. He begun to whistle happily to himself, and this only made concentration (on both counting and her predicament) all the harder.
She felt as though she could burst at any moment, and then, to her great relief, Frederick walked in, requesting Robin come approve a new training regiment. As soon as they had disappeared, Cordelia was free to cross her legs and put a hand between them, bouncing up and down in place as she did so. She was so close to being done with this tent that she thought she should at least finish it, and then she could start on the next when she came back.
With that thought in mind, she grit her teeth, crossed her legs a bit tighter, and got back to counting. She could do this, no problem. After all, who would she be if she couldn't handle a little desperation? She wasn't a child, she was a full-fledged pegasus knight, and she would finish her task at hand, just like she had always been trained to do.
The throbbing from her bladder shot her concentration completely to hell, and she had to backtrack and recount even more than she had before. She bounced up and down to try to make it easier on her, and though this helped the situation in her bladder a little, it did not do much and she still could not quite concentrate. She could feel tears in the corners of her eyes as she fought to hold it just a little bit longer, to get just a little bit more done.
The first spurt shocked her so much she squeaked, and she was grateful that no one was around to hear it. Her breathing became quick and heavy with panic, as she began to realize that she was going to wet herself if she did not get out of there straight away. She turned away from the rows of weapons and began the labored hobbling to exit the tent, hand still between her legs, spurting all the while.
She was mere inches away when one spurt did not stop, and turned into not-a-spurt-at-all. Her eyes flew open and she tried to stop the steady flow with her hands, but it was too late for her; she was already wetting herself. And then Robin came back in, grinning and calling out a greeting.
And then he stopped short, mouth agape, staring at Cordelia as her piss ran down her legs, spattering the ground and forming a puddle. She stared back at him in complete and total horror, and when her bladder was finally empty, the silence that followed was deafening.
“A-are you okay?” he asked at last, to break the silence. “I mean...what happened?”
A few stray tears escaped, though she tried to keep from breaking into humiliated sobs at what had just happened. “I...I was trying to get done with the inventory, I didn't realize how badly I had to...I was stupid. I made a mistake and I suffered the consequences. It's okay if you mock me for it, I deserve that much.”
If Robin had been speechless before, he seemed to be even more so now. After a moment, he finally said, “What are you talking about? Cordelia, why would I ever mock you? You're one of the hardest workers I know, and that's the only reason you're even in this situation! I've gotten carried away with work a time or two myself, it's really nothing to be upset over.”
She was surprised by Robin's kind words, then realized that she shouldn't be. Of course he would be kind and understanding. “So you...don't think less of me for this?”
“Nothing could make me think less of you,” he insisted. “But please, don't let yourself get so caught up in your work that you ignore your own needs. Your health and well-being are important to all of us...especially me.”
A/N: Abrupt ending because I didn't want to keep dragging it out like a loser. I hope I did them well, yadda yadda. Next girl in the series is unknown as of right now, and it might be a while on that because requests and commissions are backed up. |
A/N: This part of the series is my half of an art trade with Justice. He wanted a story about Severa, and here it is! He said he didn't mind who else was present in the story, so I threw in Inigo as the witness. I hope that's not a problem.
Severa struck at the training dummies with her sword vigorously, tearing apart each one she came across with great ease. She was in a bad mood, which wasn't exactly uncommon for her. It hadn't been much, just a petty squabble with her mother that had set her off and left her needing to blow off some steam.
She had been at it for a while now, but still felt like she needed more. At least there was no harm in this, she thought. No one got hurt and she became all the stronger for it. She would be able to defend her comrades, including her insufferable mother, in any situation.
“Someone's hitting it hard today,” she heard a voice say, and groaned as she turned to face the much more insufferable Inigo.
“Obviously,” she said, going back to her training without another word and hoping that he would take the hint and leave, though she knew that was very unlikely.
Unfortunately, things went much the way she had expected them to. He made no move to leave, instead just watching her as she kept at it. His presence made distracted her from her training, bringing her mind back to reality, and that was when she realized another annoyance: she really had to pee.
She had no intention of walking away from her training now, though. Inigo would just follow her and flirt with her, and would not get lost until she told him why she needed to be alone. And there was no way in hell she was doing something like that.
She had kept herself pretty well hydrated while she trained, and now it was taking its toll on her. Still, she had no intention of going anywhere until Inigo had left. She could hold it, no problem, and eventually, he would figure out that she had absolutely no interest in talking to him.
“You know, your cold exterior only makes you that much more desirable,” he said. “I'm positively dying to find out what you hide behind your tough girl act.”
“It's not an act, and if you don't hit the road, the only thing you'll be finding out is what I do to annoying creeps who can't take a hint.”
Inigo merely chuckled at her threats before giving a theatrically dreamy sigh. “See? Just like that! How I dream of the day I get to see you soften up!”
“I'll soften you up,” she muttered.
“Is that a promise?” he asked with a smirk, and she did not dignify that with a response.
He began to hum a little tune as he watched she she had to resist the urge to run him through with her sword then and there. She knew that would not be very good for morale and managed to hold herself back, but the growing pain in her bladder did nothing to ease her frustration.
She squirmed just the slightest bit to relieve some of the pressure without doing anything extreme enough for Inigo to notice. It was really getting bad, but there wasn't much she could do to fix that.
“Do you mind?” she snapped. “Some of us are trying to work here!”
“I didn't know there was a law against admiring beautiful women at work,” he replied, and she wanted to smack the smug grin off his face.
A sudden and sharp pain hit her just as he was about to strike, causing her to miss, and she let out a frustrated growl. It was really, really starting to affect her, and he still refused to go away. She shifted her weight a bit, hoping that he would still not notice her actions.
“So, anyway,” he said, prattling on about something or other that she really didn't care about could not be bothered to listen to. Not to mention, her bladder was demanding more and more of her attention, so even if she had wanted to give some to him- which she didn't- she couldn't.
Her face flushed a bit as she started to squirm a bit more obviously. She couldn't help it at this point, and still he went on and on and on, and wouldn't leave. If he didn't go soon, he might figure it out and-
“Severa? Is something the matter?” he asked.
She immediately went on the defensive. “No! Why the hell would you ask that? Mind your own damn business...”
“Well, I asked you a question and you didn't answer, I looked over and you seemed incredibly uncomfortable,” he said. “I just thought that there might be something bothering you.”
“Give the man a prize! You're right, there is something bothering me and I do look uncomfortable. You're bothering me. You're making me uncomfortable. So leave, already.” Despite the venom of her words, it became increasingly harder for her to sound as menacing as she wanted to.
“Are you sure that's it?” he asked. “Cos, honestly, it seems like you have to-”
“Don't say it! I'm fine.” she snapped quickly, her face turning red as she did. However, she did not confirm or deny his suspicions. Maybe now, he would at last take the hint and go, but still, to her rage and dismay, he lingered with that annoyingly concerned look on his face.
And then, before he could say another word, an urge hit her that was so strong she could not control her reaction. Which meant she dropped her sword, doubled over a bit, and crossed her legs tightly. And he saw every bit of it.
“Just leave!” she roared, humiliated beyond belief that she had been pushed to this point in front of somebody.
Inigo was dumbfounded, and did not know how to respond to the situation that he had unknowingly brought about. “I-I'm sorry, I really didn't know this was the problem, and if there's anything I can do to help you-”
He still trying to make conversation, even now? How she longed to tear him a new one for all he had put her through, but the sad truth was, she could not move an inch. She was locked in place in her desperate attempt not to wet herself, and before she could stop it, she had jammed a hand between her legs.
She wasn't going to make it, and she knew it. Her eyes filled with tears as she felt her bladder begin to give up, her hand growing warmer and wetter as a dark spot spread across her clothes. She let out a choked sob, falling to her knees as she wet herself, landing on the grass with a light thud. She wet herself so quickly that the ground did not absorb it before a small puddle could form.
By the time she had finished, there was not a sound other than her sobs. She was so humiliated that she could not even muster up anger at Inigo for causing this. It was impossible to believe, yet it was completely true and it had happened. She had actually wet herself, and she had wet herself in front of someone else.
“Severa...” said Inigo softly, shocked at what he had witnessed, but more sympathetic than anything else.
“Shut up!” she screamed, not wanting to hear whatever stupid thing he was planning on saying.
“I'm sorry,” he said, and he sounded truly repentant. “I really didn't know, and if you had just said something I would have left. I thought...I mean, I didn't think anything was different than usual.”
“Why don't you leave now, then?” she asked through her tears. “Now that you've seen all this and probably think I'm an idiot!”
“I could never think you were an idiot,” he said. “Why do you think I'm always hanging around? I really do enjoy your company. And all of this is completely my fault, so don't think any less of yourself for it.”
Something about the sincerity of his words struck a chord with her, and she really did feel a little bit better about it. Better enough, at least, that she could say, “Why would I think any less of myself for it?” She stood up. “Like you said, it was completely your fault.”
He gave her a smile, glad to see she was getting back to her old self. “As long as you feel better. You know, I'm here for you no matter what happens.”
She blushed at his words, then glared at him. “Yeah, whatever you say. Don't tell anyone this happened or I'll kill you.”
And as she walked off to get cleaned up, he couldn't help but laugh to himself. She was definitely feeling better.
A/N: Again, no idea who I'm doing next. If I don't get more trades/commissions for this story, I might go ahead and do Noire since Severa makes a brief appearance in her story as well. |
A/N: Here's my second commission! Again, I hope you like it.
There were a lot of great benefits to being a famous singer. Miley Stewart knew this, and that's why she loved having her Hannah Montana persona. It was great to have the chance to share her singing with the world, and also have the chance to experience high school as an average teenager.
There were a lot of benefits, yes, but it wasn't easy to be a singer, and the live performances could be very hard work. Singing that much, for that long, could be hard on her voice, and since she didn't want to be one f the lipsynching type, she had to take precautions to ensure she didn't lose her voice.
One of the most obvious, and basic precautions to take was drinking a lot of water. She would always drink up right before a concert, and would have to take a few sips between songs and and during any costume changes. Usually by the end of a concert, she would be positively bursting.
Though she had had a few close calls, she had always managed to hold it until she could escape backstage for the last time. She was always cautious; an accident of that level could ruin her reputation as a celebrity.
On one particular day, her voice was a lot scratchier than it should be. She knew that she had a big concert that night, and so she did everything to help her voice, including drinking even more water than usual.
When she headed off to the concert hall for sound check and warm ups, she took some sips in the car, then tested her voice. Finally, it was starting to sound like itself, and she was confident that if she kept it up, she would have no mishaps during the concert.
Though she was right about not having any vocal mishaps, she was dead wrong in thinking that there would be no mishaps at all.
~X~
A few songs in, she could already tell that she was in trouble. Sound check had been so hectic that she hadn't had a chance to go to the bathroom before she was stuffed into her outfit, handed a microphone, and sent to perform.
She had thought at the time that it was no big deal, but as she sang through the beginning of her first set, the pressure in her bladder grew to such a point that she wasn't so sure that she could make it to intermission, which was the only chance she would have during the whole show.
She she danced around the stage and belted out her songs, she was mentally panicking. She knew that there was no way she would have the time, or even be allowed, to go during her next costume change, but if she didn't, she feared she would do the unthinkable, and wet herself on stage.
She could feel her bladder steadily filling as she went on, and she hoped that no one in the audience noticed the shift in her style of dance. Her movements became jerkier and even when she was supposed to be still, she jiggled her legs.
She bounced on her heels in place a few times, but whenever she would hit the ground, her voice would jump a bit and she had to stop. Anything she could do that would actually help control her need would be far too obvious, and that thought made her want to scream.
When at last she reached the end of that set, she rushed backstage to change into her outfit for the next portion of the concert. Lilly- disguised as Lola, as always- usually was the only one to help her with her changes in order to avoid anyone accidentally discovering all the gorgeous blonde hair was just wig. She was waiting in Miley's dressing room, ready to help.
“Lilly, I need your help,” she said, squirming in place.
“Well, duh,” her friend replied, holding up the outfit as if to show just how helpful she was.
“No, not with that,” said Miley, as she began taking off her current out. Her new one was simple; jeans, a red shirt, and a white leather jacket. Too bad those jeans were soon going to be soaked in front of everyone.
“Well, what is it? And can you hold still? How am I supposed to help you when you're wiggling like that?”
“That's just it, Lilly! I really, really need to pee, and there's no way I can make it until intermission!” She pulled on the shirt and then resumed her frantic movements.
“Well, what do you want me to do about it?”
“I don't know,” she said, pulling on the jeans, then doubling over with her hands between her legs. “But if I wet myself out there, it's all over for me as a singer! If just one person notices, I'm ruined!”
“Hannah, we need you back out there in one minute,” a stage manager called.
Lilly, looking panicked, said, “Look, I'll think of something! I don't know what, but I'll think of something. Just try to hold on until then.”
Miley threw on the jacket and managed to regain her composure enough to walk back on stage, not letting on that she was about two minutes from wetting herself. But she knew that she was, and if Lilly didn't come up with a plan soon, there was absolutely no way this would end well.
And then she saw her. “Lola” was forcing her way to the front row, holding a bucket, of all things. Miley didn't bother wondering where she had gotten that- she and her best friend had done several stranger things in the past. She was stumbling around, saying something to anyone who would listen. It was impossible to hear anything onstage, but Miley was sure it was a lot of nonsense.
Just as she began to wonder what Lilly's big plan was, she lifted the bucket and pitched it upward, launching it's contents right as Miley's waist. It was water, and it quickly ran down, soaking her jeans from top to bottom. And, with all of that, she finally lost control of her bladder.
The water had been cold, but the piss running down her legs was very warm, and would have stained the jeans a very dark blue if they weren't completely covered in water. If she had waited any longer, and they had started to dry, it also would have been noticeable, but as things were, no one could tell that Hannah Montana was wetting herself.
She finished the song she was on and started another one before the flow finally stopped, and the relief felt wonderful. She knew in the future that she was going to be a lot more cautious about this, but for now, she was glad that she had such a good friend to help her survive this little crisis. |
Shelly was having a less than ideal day. As a former employee of the Devon Corporation, Archie had tasked her with the modifications of Submarine Explorer 1 once Team Aqua successfully “acquired” it. But just as she had started making real progress on the planning, Archie swaggered into her office, full of his usual bravado.
“Shelly, lass, I have some great news. We've been hearin' rumors that Professor Cozmo managed to stumble upon a meteorite during his excavations in Meteor Falls.” Archie said, excited as only a man who was rapidly progressing towards the realization of his life's dream could be. “We'll have to make a play on that, I'm afraid that means I'll have to send someone I can trust out to Fallarbor Town, to shake down Cozmo and get us that meteorite.”
“That sounds like a good job for Matt, he certainly enjoys shaking people down. That's the brute's greatest talent!” Shelly said, hoping that Archie wouldn't send her. She had a lot of work left on the plans for the submarine, and this interruption couldn't come at a worse time. She had had a lot of coffee, in the hopes that it would help her focus on her work, and maybe she could get the modifications ready, so Team Aqua could move on the final stages of their plans.
“Aye, lass, but there's a problem there. I had to ship him off to Mt. Pyre, to follow up on rumors of some old fairy tales about colored orbs kept at the peak there, and I'd go myself, but I'll have to prepare our device out at Mt. Chimney. So this one'll be all on you, Shelly.” Archie said. “I know you're worried about the submarine, but just cut loose a bit here, pet, if we don't get all'a this sorted out, we'll have no use for the submarine anyway!”
“Hmph. Alright, Archie, you're the boss here.” Shelly replied, acting as if she was begrudgingly ceding to him. In reality, Archie could convince her of just about anything, and had always been able to. She'd been moving up the ladder at the Devon Corporation, but when she heard him speak of his ideals with such conviction, such fervor, she decided she had to follow such a man, and make his dreams a reality. “I'll head for Fallarbor Town as quickly as I can, and take one of the grunts with me.”
~
A few hours later, Shelly and the grunt (Shelly never could keep track of their names; there were so many, and with their uniforms, they were indistinguishable!) arrived in Fallarbor. Shelly had rushed out of the Team Aqua Hideout without much preparation at all, and hadn't taken the time to relieve herself before leaving, which she was beginning to feel was a mistake. All the coffee she had drank earlier in the day was starting to manifest, building up quite a pressure in her bladder. Sure, she could stop at a PokéMart, or Pokémon Center and use their bathrooms, but Archie had strict rules about public places, as their pollution often went straight to the precious seas and oceans. As she and the grunt approached Professor Cozmo's house, preparing to trick him into accompanying them to Meteor Falls and then taking the meteorite, she tried her best to take her mind off of the weight in her bladder, clenching her fists as she focused on the task at hand.
~
Once Professor Cozmo, followed by Shelly and the grunt, entered Meteor Falls, Shelly knew this day was about to get a lot worse. The cave was full of water, with its namesake waterfall roaring along in the center of the chamber. Seeing and hearing that much water was very hard on Shelly, making her feel twinges of pain, though they were still well within her control. She worried that soon, however, that might change. That soon her need might become great enough to break down her dams of resistance. But for now, Shelly decided she needed to focus on the situation at hand.
“So this meteorite you found here, you're sure it's the real deal?” Shelly asked. She was very skeptical of the rumors Archie was relying so heavily upon, a skepticism that only grew when she saw how gullible and scatterbrained Cozmo was. What kind of scientist rushes off with people he's never met at the drop of a hat simply because they're interested in his research? Sure, Shelly didn't look incredibly intimidating, though her darker skin, which she often exposed quite a bit of, and blue streaks in her hair occasionally earned a strange look, but the grunt she had brought with her? Who could look at him and not see him as a thug? But Cozmo had leapt at the chance to show off his findings, and off they went to Meteor Falls.
“Hmm, yes, I believe so, miss...Shelly, was it? I still need to run a few tests to confirm, but yes, it does appear to be a genuine meteorite! I'll have to do a lot of work to identify it properly, however.” Professor Cozmo said, holding the meteorite up to the light of the cave, with a gleam of pride in his eyes. As he held it up, it passed over the waterfall in Shelly's line of sight, which momentarily broke her concentration, causing the pressure to return fiercely. She let out a slight moan of desperation, and crossed her legs slightly, but quickly suppressed the feeling, and regained her composure. Cozmo, not exactly the best with people, simply thought she was reacting to the beauty of the meteorite. “Yes, it is quite beautiful, isn't it! Quite unlike anything we'd find excavating natural rock. You said your organization, Team Aqua, would be interested in funding my research?”
“Alright, grunt, take the meteorite from our esteemed Professor Cozmo!” Shelly ordered, but just as the grunt began to move towards the professor, they heard a voice behind them.
“Give it up you bozos! Let the professor go!” Shocked, Shelly and the grunt turned to look at the new arrival. They saw not one, but two children, looking to be around 10 years old, one was a girl, black shorts, red shirt, and a large red bow. The other was a boy, also wearing black and red, with a silly looking white hat on.
“Hahn? What's this? Who is this spoiled brat?” Shelly asked, incredulous that two children would try to stop Team Aqua. The girl turned at this moment, as she hadn't noticed her companion's arrival.
“Brendan! You came! We've got to save Professor Cozmo from these people! There are two of them...and two of us... Brendan, please! Battle together with me!” The girl said, Shelly thought she was being painfully obvious of her feelings for the boy, practically begging him to fight beside her. The boy nodded, apparently the strong, silent type. Shelly had a feeling she could grow to like this kid, if he were about 10 years older, and not in her way. She thought he had a certain strength about him. “Thanks a mill!” She chirped, obviously pleased her little beau was going to battle with her.
“Ah! So even I, Team Aqua Admin Shelly, have been made a fool. Fine... Brats who don't know how to watch their mouths must be punished! I won't forgive you if you cower in fear either, Wahahaha!” Shelly said, trying to adopt Archie's confidence and bravado. She wasn't too concerned, however, how much trouble could two kids be? She'd defeat them quickly, get the meteorite to Archie, then return to the Team Aqua Headquarters, and finally be able to relieve herself. The thought of being able to piss, however, brought intense waves of pressure in her, and she had to clench her fists tightly, and focus on the imminent battle to shrug off the feeling.
“This'll be my first time battling beside you, Brendan! I've got to do my best!” The bow wearing brat said, before she and Brendan threw their Pokéballs, beginning the battle. Shelly and the grunt sent out their Pokémon as well. Though the grunt's grimer was quickly brought down by the girl's marshtomp's ground attacks, Shelly's mightyena and carvanha managed to do quite a bit of damage, taking out the girl's Pokémon, and a couple of Brendan's, but ultimately, his combusken's fighting moves were too much for carvanha. Shelly was outraged, she couldn't believe the grunt who'd accompanied her was so weak, he couldn't hold up his end in a fight against a couple of kids! Shelly's rage, coupled with watching her carvanha's water attacks, was very dangerous however. As she took a few steps back, her face contorted in a sort of sad anger, she felt a slight leak from her bladder.
“Ahhh?!” Shelly exclaimed, quickly locking down her control, before the leak could become noticeable. She quickly recovered, covering up her exclamation by adding “Did I go too easy on you?!” Acting as if the battle was her one and only concern.
“We did it, Brendan!” The bow-brat exclaimed, gaining even more hatred from Shelly as her face lit up with pride and joy.
“If the tremendous energy of Mt. Chimney and the Meteorite are combined, we of Team Aqua can take a giant step toward the world that we dream of!” Shelly said, resorting to parroting Archie's last address to the entirety of Team Aqua as a last resort to keep both her own mind off her situation, and to keep everyone from noticing any signs of her leak. “We won't let ignorant little brats get in our way!” Not exactly in keeping with the original speech, but some flair never hurt anything! Shelly prepared to tell the grunt to take the meteorite, so they could leave this torturous cave before her problem got any worse, when a deep, eloquent voice struck out from the shadows.
“Hmph... Do these mere children give you so much trouble? You – an Admin of Team Aqua...” The bow-brat stepped forward, and quickly glanced around the cave. Shelly had no need to look to know Maxie had arrived. Maximilian, who went by Maxie to make his followers feel more comfortable with him, was the leader of Team Magma, and a former comrade of Archie's. The two had gone their separate ways, however, and they and the two teams were bitter rivals.
“Wh-Who's there?!” Asked the bow-brat, as all of them turned to watch Maxie approach. Maxie walked up to them slowly, arms behind his back, looking as dour as ever, with two Team Magma grunts marching behind him.
“Hmph! Even Team Magma showed their faces, huh? There's nothing to be done about it...” Shelly said, knowing that, even if her Pokémon were healthy, fighting Maxie in her current state would lead to nothing but embarassment. “Hey! Grab that Meteorite!” She commanded the grunt.
“Aye aye!” He replied, approaching Professor Cozmo, who looked incredibly confused by all that had happened.
“Wha-wha-wha-what?!” He stammered, unable to process what was happening.
“Come on! Hand over the Meteorite!” The grunt shouted, trying to intimidate the timid Professor into action.
“Augh!” The Professor exclaimed, attempting to turn and run, and realizing there was nothing but a long drop into some cold water. The grunt rushed up and grabbed the Meteorite, as the bow-brat yelled “Professor!” As she rushed up to steady him.
Shelly placed one hand on her hip, trying to appear calm and confident, though she felt like she was about to burst. “Ahahaha!” She laughed, instantly regretting it, though she did manage to fight off the twinge of pressure. “Later days, brats and Team Magma! All right, time to rush to Mt. Chimney!” She said, as she and the grunt quickly turned, and sauntered out of the cave.
~
After a bit of a trek, which was almost too much for her, and a bumpy cable car ride that involved a lot of leg-crossing, a whimper or two, and another slight leak, still not enough to be noticeable on her blue pants, though she was sure her aqua panties were quite damp, Shelly had finally reached the top of Mt. Chimney. Finally, she could hand over the Meteorite, and Archie would allow her to return to the Team Aqua Headquarters, and work on the submarine modification plans. After a long trip to the specialized toilets Archie insisted on, a shower, and a change of clothes of course!
“Here's your Meteorite, Archie. Maxie and a couple of kids gave us some trouble, but I still managed to nab it for you.” Shelly said. “Would you like me to return to our base now, and finish up the plans?” She asked, trying her hardest to not look desperate, especially in front of Archie.
“Sorry, lass, but I'm going to need you here, watching my back. Our scouts report Team Magma grunts moving on our position here, and I need you to keep them off m'back as I use the Meteorite and our device to harness Mt. Chimney's energy.” Archie said, completely oblivious to Shelly's plight, as he was too preoccupied with his preparations of Team Aqua's device.
“Aye Aye, sir! I won't let you down!” Shelly said, trying to fight back despair. She hoped with all of her heart that she was strong enough to fight off her need for just a bit longer, surely Archie couldn't take too long? She leaned against one of the warm, volcanic rocks at the peak, crossed her legs, and tried to hold her hands between her legs, buckling down for a long wait, as no one but Archie could see her, and he was much too preoccupied to notice.
~
As the Team Magma forces arrived, Team Aqua members would pair up against them, often stalemating each other, and keeping the enemy far from Archie and the device. A few of the stronger Magma grunts disturbed Shelly, but none of them were much of a challenge to her. Her own bladder, however, was proving to be quite a battle. All the coffee she had drank that morning was fiercely fighting to get out of her, sending shots of pain throughout her, some of which caused her to double over, and fight back moans of desperation, moans she definitely could not let Archie hear.
Just as she was fighting off another wave of pressure, none other than Brendan arrived. Apparently, the brat had tracked Team Aqua to Mt. Chimney, and felt like he should stop them. “What are you doing here?! Did you follow us all the way here from Meteor Falls?! Ha! Well hey, good job, kid. OK. I admit it. You are quite the Trainer. And… To Archie… me… and all of Team Aqua, your existence is annoying! The world Archie dreams of would be a utopia for Pokémon. I can't let you get in the way of someone who's pushing on toward a perfect world! Prepare yourself! This will finally be the time that I leave that cute face of yours swollen and crying!" Shelly said, determined to defeat Brendan this time. She couldn't let him embarrass her again, especially not with Archie so nearby. This time, she wouldn't hold back at all.
~
“Uh. Are you telling me you've upped your game even more since last time? You're a brat with a bright future…” Shelly said, having lost to Brendan once again. She had failed both herself, and Archie. But she knew Archie could handle the brat, after all, he was the leader of Team Aqua! No child could defeat him! “My Pokémon and I don't have any strength left to fight… Go on… Go and be destroyed by Archie." And as she resigned herself to defeat, and Brendan walked past, Shelly realized she was also out of strength for her other fight. Her bladder swelled once again, the greatest wave so far, and though she crossed her legs once more, and tried to hold it in with both hands, hot piss began rushing out of her. “No, no, no, please, not now! Archie is so close, he can't see me like this!” she muttered, desperately. But her body ignored her pleas, her piss continued flowing through her hands, and turning her pants a dark shade of blue. She whimpered, desperately trying to stop the flow, while staying as quiet as possible so that she did not alert Archie, Brendan, or any of the grunts to her terrible shame. Her hot piss kept flowing for a while longer, as Shelly eventually fell to her hands and knees, too embarrassed to stand.
Once the flow had finally stopped, Shelly was able to stand, she looked down, and saw her pants were completely soaked. She also noticed she stood in quite a large dark patch, her shoes were dripping wet, and she felt terrible. How could a Team Aqua Admin allow this to happen to herself? wetting herself on guard duty? When the Team's, no, the very world's future hung in the balance? She glanced over and saw Archie, as his sharpedo succumbed to Brendan's powerful Pokémon. But he hadn't used Mega Evolution. She knew any second now, Archie would attempt to battle again, this time using his full strength. But then he pulled out his phone...spoke for a moment...and began walking towards her! No, no, I have to move, Archie can't see this...! But Shelly was still much to weak too move quickly, and her shame and embarrassment made her freeze up.
“Shelly, pet, what happened?” Archie asked, seeming more concerned than disgusted or angry.
“I...had too much coffee to drink, and you told us normal toilets cause too much pollution. I didn't want to disappoint you, Archie.” Shelly said, feeling as if she were about to start sobbing. Her usual vicious bravado had been broken down by her shame, and vulnerability.
“There there, lass, don't worry about that. Sharpedo, use surf, but be gentle there, ya brute!” Archie said, reassuring Shelly and commanding sharpedo. The sudden burst of water, soaking the rest of Shelly's clothes and her hair, initially infuriated her.
“What do you think you're doing, Archie?! As if I wasn't soaked enough!” Shelly said, unable to bite back her rage at Archie, despite her respect for him.
“Aye, lass, but now it just looks like your battle with Brendan got a little too wet and wild, am I right? You and I will keep what happened here close to the chest. Nobody else'll hear about this, on that you have this sea dog's word!” Archie promised, and once Shelly realized what he had done, she laughed.
“Thank you, Archie, for all of your help. That definitely would have been something I'd never live down!” Shelly said. Archie gave her a long hug, before sending her back to Headquarters, telling her he had a meeting at Mt. Pyre, as Matt had found the Blue Orb. When Shelly got back to Headquarters, she couldn't stop thinking of what had happened on Mt. Chimney as she showered and got changed. Now that the shame had passed, she realized that the desperation, and even her wetting herself, had been somewhat...enjoyable? Even arousing. This might be something that warrants further exploration, Shelly thought to herself.
This is both my first fanfiction, and first omorashi writing. I don't really know why I went with Shelly, but I had a good idea for it, so I just went with it. I hope everyone likes it!
Edited February 4, 2015 by Jack Napier
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A/N: Another commission of mine! I really hope they like what I did here. Hints of Mordaret are included.
If you were to ask people when the worst times to be desperate were, there would be a lot of different answers, but you would notice that some popped up more than others. On that list would be: at a job interview, in a long line, during class, during a performance or sporting event, on a long car trip, and so on, and so forth. But if you were to ask someone young and shy, who was just starting a relationship, the most obvious choice would be on a date.
Though he wasn't particularly shy in any situations not regarding romance, Mordecai fell into that category pretty perfectly. Of course, nobody asked him when the worst time to get desperate was, and he never really considered it for himself. After all, he had no problem just getting up and going whenever the need arose. It had never once felt uncomfortable or embarrassing to him before; it was just natural.
He never gave it a single thought when he first began seeing Margaret regularly. Really, the only thing he thought about was how lucky he was, and how happy he was that after all that time and effort, she had finally begun to see him for the kind of guy he was, and liked him for it. His luck with women had been abysmal up to that point, and Margaret was more special to him than anyone he had pursued in the past. To have a chance to be with someone like her was a dream come true.
Though he had become good friends with her before they started dating, he never really got over his nerves when it was time to see her. Eventually, he would ease into it and have a great time with her, but he was always just a little bit stiff and awkward whenever a date started.
This particular date was no different. Well, at least not in that regard. It was different in that he had actually bothered dressing up a little bit, and that he had finally managed to save enough in his special “date fund” to take her somewhere a little nicer than usual, but his level of nervousness was about the same.
He was supposed to pick her up as her shift ended, but he got there just a little bit too early. His heart stopped, as it always did, when he first caught a glance of her, and then sped up to unhealthy levels when she began walking over to him, smiling.
“Hey, I'm about to finish up and then I'm gonna change in the back,” she said. “You can take a table and I'll be out as soon as I can.”
“Okay, yeah, cool,” he said, hoping he didn't sound as nervous as he felt.
As he sat waiting, Eileen approached him and offered a glass of water, which he accepted. His throat felt a little scratchy, and he didn't want his voice to break during a conversation.
He was just finishing the glass when Margaret returned, looking drop-dead gorgeous. He almost dropped the glass in his hand as he stood up, stammering, “W-wow, you look really...really great.”
She laughed and said, “You don't look so bad yourself. Ready to go?”
He nodded, and started out the door. As soon as they stepped outside, he reached for her hand, feeling his heart speed right back up. She didn't seem to notice, and she also didn't seem to mind, which was great. The restaurant was a short distance, so they walked, while she talked about her day at work. He interjected occasionally, and they fell into the comfortable rhythm that he was beginning to grow used to.
~X~
During their dinner, Mordecai started to notice a slight discomfort. He recalled the glass of water he had had earlier, and looked at the empty glass on the table that had already been refilled once. He figured that he should probably go to the bathroom now, before they left, and was about to tell Margaret, when he suddenly stopped.
For reasons he could not explain, all at once the thought of saying something like that seemed like the absolute most embarrassing thing he could do. He knew that that was ridiculous, and that he should have no problem with it, but for some reason, he just couldn't make himself say it. Every time he opened his mouth, something totally different would come out.
He wondered what had gotten into him. He knew that she made him nervous, but the thought of her making him that nervous was kind of silly, and, yet, here he was. He decided that she would probably stop to go on the way out, and he could as well without even having to say anything. Problem solved.
But Margaret breezed out without a word about it, and he inwardly groaned. He would just have to wait until the end of the date or get over his shyness on the matter. He could always cut the date short, but he wanted to spend more time with her, and if he had to end their date just for something like that, he would never forgive himself.
He tried to push his need out of his mind as they began the next part of their date, which was a simple walk around town. She liked the little things like that, he had noticed, and usually tried to plan for things like that. It was during these times that they usually had their best conversations, but today he was so distracted that he could barely reply to her, and when he did, it was brief.
When she suggested a direction to walk, he didn't even look before agreeing. He starting to get so desperate that he would be stopping at the next place they passed with a public bathroom. But at they kept going, that chance didn't come, and he soon realized, to his horror, that they were walking somewhere very isolated, with very few buildings. Soon, they would be in the middle of nowhere, and it was too late to say something now.
He beat a fist against his thigh as they walked, wishing she would suggest that they turned around. Really, he needed to just suggest it himself, but every time, that ridiculous new shyness would take over and he wouldn't be able to. The worst part of all of this was that, with Margaret right there, he had to act as if it wasn't bothering him, even though that made holding it even more difficult for him.
He shifted his weight a bit as they walked, until it dawned on him that he really didn't have the option of waiting anymore. He had to let go of this shyness, or else the outcome would be much worse than simply telling her what was on his mind.
“Hey, uh, Margaret?” he asked. “Can we maybe turn back now?”
“Yeah, sure,” she said, looking confused. “Is...everything alright?”
“Yeah, I just...” He paused to get up the nerve to say what he needed to say. “I just kinda need to use the bathroom, and...” His voice trailed off.
“Oh!” She blushed, but tried not to show much expression at this. “That's fine...yeah, we can hurry back.”
They walked in an awkward silence, and he realized that they must have come a lot farther than he thought. It made since that they had been walking for a while, considering how desperate he was, but he had really lost track of their progress due to that distraction. He didn't know how long it would take them to find somewhere with a bathroom, but he really hoped that it wouldn't be too long.
Suddenly, a powerful wave of desperation hit him, and he had to stop walking to get it under control. He clenched his thighs tightly together, mortified that Margaret could plainly see what he was doing. Their new relationship looked pretty close to ruined already.
To his surprise, she didn't say anything rude, though she did look a bit uncomfortable about the whole situation. “Wow, I...guess it must be pretty bad.”
“Yeah...it kind of is,” he mumbled. “I just didn't realize it sooner, it kind of hit me all at once.” That was a lie, but it sounded better than saying that he had forced himself to wait till this point because he was afraid of saying anything sooner.
Suddenly, the pressure swelled to an even greater level and he hissed, clenching his fists tightly. It was clear to both of them that he wasn't going to make it a step further, but he still tried his best to hang on. He tried to take a step forward, willing himself to continue and not humiliate himself like this, but that was his downfall.
Despite all of his attempts to stop it, despite his quiet chanting of “nonononono”, despite absolutely everything, a stream of piss forced its way out, hitting the ground with a hissing sound. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see her reaction, as his overfull bladder emptied itself in front of her.
If their relationship wasn't ruined before, it definitely was now.
When he was finally emptied out, there was a large puddle on the ground and his legs were soaked. He turned to face away from her before opening his eyes, still terrified to see what he was sure was a disgusted look on her face.
“You can go ahead and leave,” he said. “I'm sorry this happened and ruined anything. I know you don't want to see me anymore, so I'll leave you alone.”
“What?” She walked up behind him, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Mordecai, I'm not gonna stop hanging out with you over something like this.”
“You're...not?”
“No! Of course not! It happens to the best of us, and it's not like you wanted it to happen. I've had so much fun with you lately that there's no way I'd let that end over something like this,” she said. “Besides, I've been on my fair share of bad dates, and this one doesn't even deserve the title 'bad'.”
He smiled and turned to thank her. He was even luckier than he thought. Even after all of this, she still wanted to be with him. Despite all that had happened to him, at that moment, he couldn't be happier. |
This was the day of one of the biggest meetings in the history of the Peter-Robert accounting firm. All of the big shots in the company were there to discuss a possible merger with Orion Corporate Investments.But it was a normal day for Anita one of the leading employees in the company.She was the best employee in the firm.She had charged up for the evening with a tall ice mocha, a liter of water and a couple of those red-bull cans to give her the occasional boost during the most intense working hours.An hour and a half had gone by and Anita's need to relieve her bladder was starting to become a significant and persistent problem."I've to complete these files and hand it over to Mr.Peterson as soon as possible," Anita said to Shauna who was sitting just besides her seat."As usual,it seems like you've gotta lot of work to do," Shauna responded."I can't believe I got so busy. I haven't had a break and I really gotta go pee," she replied."We both almost drank the same amount during the break and I've went to the toilets twice,and you're still holding it?" she asked."Ya I can't believe I need to go so badly, but I don't have time for this,just need to concentrate on my work," Anita answered.Anita badly needed to pee. In fact, she was absolutely bursting."Oh, come on!" she complained as continued completing the accounts work that had halted her progress to the bathroom. The pain was growing intolerable.Of course, she'd been forced to hold on to a full bladder often enough in her career.She had never yielded to the urge, however bad it got, because she was damned if she would give them the satisfaction of seeing her call for a temporary replacement at her desk while she scuttled off to the toilets. She sometimes wondered if she was doing harm to her bladder during these long hold-it sessions.As bad as some of those sessions had been, however, they were nothing compared to this one which was truly testing her powers of endurance. She was being seriously distracted by her distended bladder.Without thinking, she pressed a hand against her crotch. It scarcely helped since her skirt prevented her from pushing where it would really do some good, but she could hardly pull her skirt up while sitting in the office.She was so incredibly desperate for the bathroom.God, she couldn't believe how close she was to wetting herself.Anita was also a topic of discussion to almost all the workers on her floor. They all were awe stuck with her ability to hold her pee for so long,and if rumours from other female co-workers were to be believed,at the end of her shift,Anita always pissed with incredible pressure in the toilet.None of them had ever heard anyone pee with so much force.Finally an hour later Anita submitted the files to her boss,now all on her mind was to get to the nearest toilet and take a minute long piss.She walked towards the ladies as fast as her swollen bladder would allow.At that point she recalled that she'd been called to Mr. Hopkins cabin for an evaluation on her report."Okay I just have hold my pee a little longer," she said to herself, “A short trip to Mr.Hopkins' cabin then straight to the toilet" Anita thought."May I come in sir?" she asked standing at the door."Yes please come in," he replied.Anita hobbled her way to the desk."Good evening sir," she greeted him."Listen dear,I need you to bring me the profit graphs as soon as possible," Mr.Hopkins requested."But sir the graphs aren't completly ready yet, it’d take some time to get them up," she replied."Please I need them right now,our shares holders are on video-conferencing and they'd like to see them as soon as possible," he demanded."I'll get you those as soon I can," Anita replied.She hurried back to her table to get those files done.She was so certain that she would have been enjoying a long piss after she'd have met Mr.Hopkins,but now she was struck with some fucking graphs,holding on to a very full bladder."Oh Shauna, I need to pee so badly," Anita said while she shuffled pages looking for something in it."Just go you've been holding it for so long now," Shauna replied worried."I'll just have to cork it up,"Anita replied,closing her eyes as she released a gasp of frustration.The pressure to piss was amazing on her,still she was putting it off. ."Ooohh, oh God I'm really dying for the loo," she sighed.As soon as Anita left to find some important papers,Smith came nearby Shauna and asked,"What's the matter with Anita? Why's she so tense?""Oh,she just needs to pee,she'd been putting it off for a long time now and as the result pressure is too much to handle for her," Shauna spoke softly so that no one else could hear them."Wow,she's a really a grown up women, not letting her needs interfere in her job," he replied."You're right,I would have pissed my clothes by now," replied Shauna concerned for Anita.Now Anita really did want to pee, and she was conscious of the tension needed to control her bladder.She had to call a small group of employees for giving them some instructions over some graph work,and a luck would have it,the group also included Smith.As the group assembled Anita quickly uncroosed her legs.Crossing legs would be too suggestive of needing to take a pee,and she didn't want anyone else to know that she was absolutely bursting to go to the bathroom.She blatantly stood with legs wide apart giving them instructions,holding her bladder muscles more tightly than she could ever remember."My God! The amount of pressure this girl is handling right now," thought Smith.He could see Anita's bladder bulging out giving him an idea to how much pee she might have been holding!When Anita finally gave all the instructions Smith raced his way to the toilet,shut the door,and had the most intense wank of his life thinking about Anita's desperation and swollen bladder.Anita went back and sat on her chair with legs tightly crossed.Her bladder had reached the point of exploding, it had become rock hard and swollen so much that her skirt was streched to its limit.She kept repeating to herself that it was always possible to wait a bit longer.She tried to forget her agony by thinking what reward would she could claim from her boss for so much dedication to her work."I need to go to the bathroom," Anita gasped,Cross her legs tightly and closing her eyes."Just leave all this crap and go to the toilet Anita," Shauna said in a concerned tone."Ya, I think you're right,I have to hurry because I'm ready to piss myself!" She really was desperate for a piss, her bladder bursting against her tight skirt,really hurting, and it was taking a conscious effort to hold back her pee."I said just leave and go to the toilet," Shauna reprimanded on seeing Anita struggling with somes pages.Anita was still trying to complete Mr.Hopkins' work,when she should have been peeing hard inside a toilet."I've been in agony with a full bladder all evening", Anita remarked, her voice tightening again with the strain of holding on to a bladder literally brimming over with piss."But I've do these graphs first,Mr.Hopkins may call up any moment".She finally went to submit the graphs to Mr.Hopkins."Sir,here are you're graphs," she informed putting them on his desk."Thanks a lot love,this was a huge favour," he replied,now seeing Anita hurring back."What's the matter dear,you look in such a hurry?""OH,I've take a huge piss,please excuse me," Anita said as she turned back for a moment and rushed outside the room."Hahaha! Run! Get there quick!," Mr.Hopkins laughed,teasing her.Anita rested her left hand on her bladder stealing herself from grabbing her crotch as she made her way to the toilets.When she reached the toilets,she noticed a sign on the door.She was so desperate to pee,she didn't have time left to read the sign,so she tried to push the door open.But as luck would have it didn't move.Then did she bother to read the sign."Restroom Closed For Cleaning/ Do Not Enter"The restroom was closed as usual after all the female employees had left,it was only Anita who had been working late that day,and now it seemed like she had to pay for it."Fuck! I've to piss so badly!," she cried out on reading this.She even tried to get into the Gents toilet,but seeing so many men going in,she declined the idea.She knew that even other floors would be locked by now,therefore she had only a single hope left.She decided to pee in the car parking area hoping that no one would be able to catch her.She hurried back to her desk,picked up her bag and car keys and rushed to the car park.She did her best to hurry,to get to the parking lot, one hand pulling her waistband away from her swollen bladder.In the elevator Anita had started shifting her weight from foot to foot,to ease her need to pee. Realizing what she was doing, she forced herself to stop, leaning against the wall of the elevator with her legs crossed, trying hard to look relaxed and unconcerned.At last when the elevator stopped, and door opened Anita moved in front of it. "Ladies first," she said not sure whether that was a request or a statement of where she was going. Expecting a crowd waiting for them, Anita had stopped holding her crutch, so she was fighting to hold in her pee, unable to stop herself twisting and squirming, almost running on the spot. The urge to pee was overwhelming; she had to fight it with all her strength, to do everything except hold herself to help keep it back. However obvious it made her desperation, wetting herself, which was a real possibility, would be worse. As soon as the door was partly open she just had to squeeze through and push the people outside the elevator aside.Anita went straight for the car park ignoring everything and everybody except the frantic need to pee.Abandoning any pretense of decorum, conscious only of the all-consuming urge to pee, Anita jammed one hand between her legs, pulling up her skirt so she could press with all her fingers, and tried to run up the stairs, knowing that she wasn't going to be able to wait much longer, that every second it took to get to the parking was vital. Everything seemed to be against her. Her high heels and tight skirt would have made it difficult to hurry anywhere, and on the bare concrete of the floor she could hardly keep her balance. One hand was between her legs, absolutely essential but not helping her hurry."I want to piss. I want to piss," she was repeating to herself, and this was the only thing that mattered to her; she had to get to the parking area before her bladder gave way and she wet herself.When she finally reached the parking space her heart drowned as she saw some men and security guards standing and talking there.She was so certain that she she would reach to the car park and pee,but now all her hopes had vanished suddenly.Anita had no choice but to really pee dance to keep from wetting herself. She didn't dare try to hide her desperation any longer; if she made any attempt at all to regain her composure and stand still, she would lose it in a massive flood inside her clothes."Even now if could make to some bushes around I can pee behind them," she thought to herself.Holding her crotch she hobbled inside her car,not caring if anyone could see her, because she was so close to losing control that anything was better than peeing in her skirt.Her bladder was full to the spilling point.She was at her absolute limit, she could not possibly hold any more pee.She started the engine and began driving. She didn't fasten her belt because she was now frightened that the additional pressure would be the straw that broke the camel's back... or burst her bladder.She drove as fast as she dared, praying she would not get pulled over for speeding. That would be totally disastrous! She pressed one hand between her legs, trying to press down on her crotch to help contain the flood. The maneuver did not work well because her skirt was too tight around her thighs, preventing her from reaching her crotch.All the way ,Anita kept shifting her legs. Every red traffic light left her shaking with panic, and she could feel sweat on her brow and upper lip now. She absolutely could not take much more. She was frantic, feeling that she really reached her limit. She bent forward as the pain become stronger, and for the last mile of the drive, she sat with her skirt pulled right up to the top of her hips. Holding herself had become essential now.As she neared the bushes where she'd thought of peeing , the mental expectation of relief almost overpowered her. She was so desperate that she could only avoid wetting by pressing her left hand between her legs with tremendous force.But Anita was in such a hurry to get to the quite forest area to piss after a whole day of work that she had just forgotten to look at her speedometer.Half way there,blue and red lights flared into life in her rearview mirror."Oh no,not now," Anita moaned clenching her thighs together.She dare not stop now,she would loose control of her bladder any moment and it was obvious that if she pulled over the cop won't let her pee until she had paid the fine and fulfilled other formalities."Aarrhh,go away I've to piss man!," she moaned again as her car neared the bushes.The cop continued following her giving sirens at short intervals that she must stop her vehicle right then."No,I've been waiting for so long to pee and now he won't let me go," Anita cried.She couldn't stop the vehicle now.If she did,she would soak her dress with a gallon of piss right in front of the cop.The quite forest area had cleared now and Anita's car was back on the high way surrounded with heavy traffic, as the chase sequence between her and the cop continued.Anita was unable to piss & her bladder was aching for relief.Suddenly she gave away a short spurt of piss soaking through her panties."Oh God. It's starting to come out," she cried holding her crotch.She was trying her best to contain her full bladder.As the minutes passed and the chase from the cop continued Anita grew increasingly certain that her overfilled bladder would explode at any point from now."Fuck you idiot!" she cried out in desperation.She could see the red and blue lights still flaring.He wasn't going to leave her alone so easily.Then fianlly Anita couldn't hold on any longer,"Oh god! I can't wait to piss!" she moaned.She had reached her limit, and she could either remove her skirt and panty and pee in the car while she drove her ass off away from the cop or try to hold it,pay the fine,find somewhere better and probably wet herself in the attempt.Holding herself until the last possible second, she just about managed to remove her panty and skirt away from her pee hole,before her pee came blasting out with incredible force,shooting directly to the steering wheel of her car."Aaaaahhhhhh! Ya! Come out! Yes!" she sighed raising her head and closing her eyes as her body buried into the seat with relief.She was peeing like a race horse inside her car,while the cop was still behind her ass chasing her."My God,there was so much pressure," she whispered as the relief she was experiencing made her close her eyes for a second.She was just peeing and peeing and peeing really hard driving her car along twisting country roads, as she tried to concentrate on this and not think about the stupendous relief she was getting from weeing so much.A huge puddle of her pee had formed below her,near her feet."Holy cow!I can't stop peeing," she said in a low voice,her head resting on the seat as she enjoyed releasing so much pressure.Despite the enormous puddle she had made she hadn’t finished her pee, but at least she had let the pressure off.Two minutes had passed since Anita had started peeing and she was still going strong, continuing her run away from the cop.She was peeing and driving really fast and hard,both at the same time."It's amazing! peeing with so much pressure is far better than having an orgasm," she thought as a smile ran across her face.It was only when she touched the three minute mark that her stream suddenly died.Then she gave almost half a dozen thick shots of piss before coming to conclusion that her bladder had finally emptied out all of it's contents."Awww,that was lovely,I really needed that," she said to herself.She again heard the police siren ordering her to stop.Now when she had shot her entire load,she didn't see any problem in getting pulled over by a cop.She quickly adjusted her panty and skirt,drove her car off the lane and stopped.She got out taking the license and registration with her purse.As the cop got off and came closer to her she gave him a sweet smile and said "I'm really sorry," hoping that he won't take a look inside her car. |
A/N: This story is meant to serve as a parallel to my Maxie fic, just as the games are parallel to each other. Someone requested this, and though I normally only take commissions, not requests (see other topic), I really wanted to write this on my own.
Archibald Aogiri, who preferred to go by Archie because it was much less stiff of a name, was an easygoing, boisterous and fun-loving kind of man. Even so, he was still very dedicated to his cause, and an excellent leader of Team Aqua. He looked after his followers as if they were his own family, practically, and worked hard at everything that he did.
In fact, he was such a hard worker that he would sometimes work for prolonged amounts of time, without taking time for many breaks. But, being the sea-loving man that he was, he always remembered to stay hydrated during these long jaunts of work. So it wasn't uncommon for him to have to stop suddenly and make a quick trip to the bathroom. It wasn't that he tried to wait until he was at his breaking point; it usually just took him up to that point to notice.
Despite his outgoing personality, he was actually quite shy about those matters, and didn't like for anyone to know just how desperate he would become on those long work days. He would always wait until the coast was clear before he took off for the bathroom, and always said a silent prayer for it to be empty when he got there. He really should have had a private one put in in his office.
One day, Archie was even more packed with work than usual. The next day would be really important for Team Aqua, and he wouldn't be able to do much around the base at all. If he didn't want to fall behind, he knew he would have to work double-time to keep caught up.
As usual, he kept a large water bottle with him while he worked that he drank from regularly until he had emptied it. When he went to refill it, he felt a small twinge in his bladder and thought that it would probably be best to go to the bathroom while he was up, to avoid any later discomfort.
He wandered down the hall, passing several people on the way. He would stop to greet each of them, throwing his arm around them and chatting loudly with them, before continuing on his way. He couldn't see someone without making a big production out of it; that was just the way he was.
By the time he finally got somewhere to refill his bottle, fifteen minutes had passed. The pressure on his bladder had grown a little bit, and he decided that he would most definitely go while he was up and about. However, when he entered, he saw someone else and, overtaken by his uncharacteristic shyness, merely washed his hands, made hearty conversation, and left.
When he sat back down in his office, after another fifteen minutes of meet-and-greets in the hallway, he sighed loudly. It was just so unlike him to be shy about anything; he was sure people expected him to be the type to openly- and vulgarly- admit to his needs and go to take care of it without a problem. Yet no matter how hard he had practiced, he was unable to do such a thing.
He tried once again to practice, hoping that no one would burst in unexpectedly and see what he was up to. “Time out guys, I gotta...” He trailed off, then shook his head. He was alone, dammit, he could at least say it now! “Igottatakeapiss.”
“Argh!” He slammed his hands down on his desk, frustrated. It just didn't make sense. Even his quiet frustration was loud and proud, so why this one little thing? And now he was sitting in his office, slowly getting more and more desperate, and he was too damn shy to be seen going to the bathroom.
He fidgeted in his seat, deciding to get a bit more work down and distract himself. There was no point in wasting time wondering about when he should try to go again when he could be accomplishing something. He was quickly absorbed back into it, and didn't even notice as he took more drinks from his water bottle. It was just a force of habit for him.
~X~
After making a significant amount of progress, he suddenly realized exactly what he had done and the gravity of his actions. He had managed to empty his bottle once again, and he wished that he had been paying better attention. Now, he was unable to keep still and felt as if he was going to lose control at any minute, and he was still steadily filling!
I can't keep waitin' around like this, he thought, standing up. He nearly doubled over from the unbelievable pressure he felt on his bladder, and wondered how he was going to be able to walk to the bathroom without anyone noticing. He shifted his weight, hesitating to step out the door. If he passed even one person, he was sure that they would see just how desperate he was.
He could not afford to worry about that and started to walk toward the door. His steps were slow and labored, and he had to stop abruptly every now and then to cross his legs. Normally, his office was much too small for his tastes, but today, it seemed to stretch on and on, for miles. With all the water he had added to his problem, his need was growing rapidly.
Almost to the door, he had to stop, buckling his knees and shoving a hand between his legs. He realized how pathetic he would look doing something like this, and again hoped that no one tried to come in. To see a large, muscular man like him, usually cocky and confident, reduced to a child like this, would be quite a sight.
He tried to straighten up and walk normally, but he couldn't. It hit him then that, not only would he not be able to conceal this from anyone, he most likely would not even make it. He didn't know what his options were now- he wasn't going to make it to the bathroom, but he couldn't just stand here.
His eyes wandered the room, looking for a solution. The bottle! He wondered why he hadn't thought of something like this sooner. He could just do it in the bottle and no one would have to know. He reached out and locked his office door, then turned around to begin hobbling back to his desk.
“Come on, Archie,” he mumbled to himself. “You got this, no sweat!” Each step was painful on his bladder, but he urged himself on, longing for the relief that awaited him once he reached his desk. Finally, he was there! He reached for his bottle, and started to unscrew the cap.
“No!” he shouted angrily, when the cap proved to be screwed on tighter than he expected. Of course, his desperation made his hands weaker and shakier than they were when he had closed the bottle, and he struggle to open it, clenching his thighs together as tightly as possible.
Just as he finally got the lid off, it hit him with devastating certainty that it was too late and he had already lost. A small trickle slipped out, and another. Though he grabbed himself and tried to stop it, it only came out with greater force, until a strong stream of piss leaked out of him, soaking his clothes.
He grit his teeth and clenched his fists, hanging his head in shame as his bladder emptied out. A puddle began to form at his feet, splashing on his boots. He couldn't believe that he had actually wet himself like this, when he had been so close.
The relief felt amazing, but he was too humiliated to appreciate it. The stream had at last stopped, but he just stood there in disbelief. All of this, because he had some weird inhibition about anyone knowing when he went to the bathroom. From this day on, he swore that he wouldn't let that get in the way ever again.
And as Archie began his cleanup, he decided that maybe there was such a thing as too much water. Sometimes. |
A/N: Here's another commission of mine!
“I thought you didn't like getting help for nothing,” said London, wearing her usual expression of confusion. “You said you like to earn everything on your own.”
Maddie sighed, frustrated. “I'm not asking you to give me the money. I'm asking to borrow it.” When London still looked confused, she said, “I'm going to give it back to you when I can.”
London laughed and said, “Why would you need it if you're just going to give it back to me? Duh!”
“No, London,” she said, trying to stay patient, “I want to borrow the money to replace my family's broken window, and when I've earned enough, I'll pay you back for it.”
“Ohhhhh. Well, why didn't you just say so, then?”
“Because I thought it was obvious!” Maddie snapped.
“Well, there's no need to be rude,” said the dark haired girl, looking wounded. “In fact, that makes me want to not help you at all!”
Maddie instantly regretted her actions. “No, London...I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to sound rude. I really, really need your help.”
“Fine, I'll help...on one condition,” replied London “You have to earn it from me!”
“If I had time to earn the money, I wouldn't need to borrow it from you!”
“No, no,” said London. “This will only take a few hours. I want to make a bet with you, and if you win, you get the money!”
“A bet? I don't know...” She paused before saying, “What sort of bet? And what's in it for you, if you win?”
“Both of us have to drink a bunch of water, and whoever wets themselves first loses,” she replied, looking quite proud of herself. “And if I win, I get to tell you what to do for a week!”
“I'm not sure. I mean, this money seems too important to gamble on something like that...”
“Or you're just scared that you're gonna lose!”
“I am not!” protested Maddie, though the thought did make her a bit nervous.
London didn't say anything, because she was too busy impersonating a chicken. This alone irritated Maddie to the point that she forgot any of her reasons for turning down the challenge.
“Fine!” she said. “I'll do it!” After all, she really needed that money, and the idea of London ordering her around didn't seem much different from her day to day to life. When she weighed it out, she figured she had more to gain than she did to lose.
~X~
After they had barricaded themselves in London's room and polished off three bottles of water, they both felt it hit them at around the same time. It was nothing too bad at first. It was just a slight pressure that didn't even cause them to shift.
They flipped on the TV to pass the time, and watched for a half hour. It was then that the pressure grew to an uncomfortable level. Maddie could not resist squirming, and was discouraged when she saw London smirking at her.
It doesn't matter that she's not showing it yet, she thought. I can still hold on longer, there's no point in thinking of giving up now.
She turned her attention back to the TV, occasionally watching London out of the corner of her eye. Her friend still showed no signs of desperation, though Maddie knew, based on her own growing need, that she had to be feeling something.
Maddie herself was growing steadily more and more desperate. She crossed her legs, ashamed, but brightened a bit when she saw that London was squirming and wiggling in her seat. At least now she knew that she wasn't alone in this feeling.
Still, the battle continued. She began to focus on London altogether, who eventually joined her in crossing her legs. She was finally starting to look as desperate as Maddie felt, but still showed no signs of giving in just yet.
They were both staring each other down now, trying to will the other to break down and lose control first. Both couldn't hold still and kept their legs crossed tightly. London bit her lower lip and squeaked quietly.
“Having trouble?” taunted Maddie.
“Not as much as you are,” she replied, as Maddie uncrossed and recrossed her legs.
They taunted each other back and forth, hoping to break the other's resolve as they both began to feel closer to their breaking point. London was the first to jam her hands between her legs, rocking back and forth in her seat.
Maddie was hit suddenly with a powerful urge and mimicked her friend's actions. She grit her teeth, feeling close to her own limit. She had to hold on, she could not lose this easily. There was more than just her dignity riding on this.
She stood up to relieve some of the pressure on her bladder. She immediately had to cross her legs again and bounce up and down in place. She wasn't going to last much longer, but she had to outlast London.
She felt a sense of relief when she saw London hop up and cross her legs tightly, again jamming her hands between her legs. She had, it seemed, only been playing it cool and was a lot more desperate than she had been letting on. She was close to losing control; all Maddie had to do was wait a little bit longer.
She put her hand between her own legs, grabbing herself as extra insurance. She held it in with everything she had, whimpering. London had her eyes squeezed shut and was doubled over, knees buckled. She too was holding on with all she had, but it just wasn't enough.
“Y-you win,” she said in a strained voice as a torrent of piss rushed out, darkening her stylish and expensive skinny jeans. Ir flowed out rapidly, splashing on the floor and forming a puddle at her feet. The sight and sound of it nearly pushed Maddie over the edge, but she held on.
When London's bladder was empty, and her pants thoroughly soaked, Maddie let out a sigh of relief. She had won and could go to the bathroom completely dry. She headed in that direction.
“W-wait!' cried London, stopping her.
“What is it?” she asked. “Come on, I'm bursting, let me go!”
“I have more terms,” she said. “Don't you want another prize?”
“I already won what I needed. Come on, I'm about to wet myself!”
“Exactly! If you wet yourself, I won't make you pay me back. And...and remember my prize? You can boss me around for a week!”
Maddie wondered why London was so desperate for her to wet herself that she would offer her so much in return. Perhaps she didn't want to be alone in it. Either way, it seemed completely worth it.
She sighed, letting loose the contents of her bladder. The relief felt glorious as her warm piss soaked threw her panties and darkened her khaki skirt, running down her legs and getting her tights wet. Her puddle extended and mingled with London's as the last bit escaped her.
London looked positively delighted. “See? Either way, I win! Yay me!” |
A whining sound in the distance caught the young teenagers attention as she headed home from soccer practice. Intrigued, the black haired girl stopped walking and strained her ears as she tried to gauge the direction it was coming from. The crying grew louder and more pitiful with each passing second. It sounded as if a small child in the park was either lost or hurt, so 13 year old Karin Kurosaki decided to investigate."What's wrong, kid?" Karin asked in her gruff manner, as she spotted the culprit hunched over in a ball inside a plastic tube with her back turned to her."Mommy. I can't find my mommy." The young girl cried as she turned to face Karin, revealing the chain protruding from her chest. Oh great another spirit Karin thought. This must be the girl who was on the news last night; the one who got hit by a car while crossing the street with her mom. Karin sighed, she wasn't sure how she could explain this one. While her mom was in critical condition, she was still alive. The only way they could be re-united, as far as Karin was concerned, was for her mother to pass as well."How about you come out and I'll help you look for her." Karin offered as she stretched out her hand towards the sobbing dead girl. The young girl, who looked to be about six years old, shook her head sending her brown twin-tails swaying across her back."There's too many people out there." the girl whimpered."What people?" Karin asked, since the park was deserted except for the two of them."All the people behind you." The girl said quietly with an ominous feel. Karin slowly turned her head and fell over in shock. Behind her stood about a dozen or so spirits, each having a Chain of Fate protruding from their chests."Help us." They moaned in unison as they slowly began surrounding Karin, slowly causing her to back into the plastic tube with the girl. "Help us, we're lost." they continued."And so very hungry." A low growl behind Karin said sending shivers up her back as she turned to see the young girl with the pig tails standing with what looked to be some sort of lure sticking out of her head. The red plastic tube that they had been hiding inside was gone as Karin sat on the ground trembling in fear. Directly behind the girl was a large pair of glowing red eyes inside a white skull covered face. A face no matter how many times she tried, Karen could not forget. The Grand Fisher.Karin let out a scream right before she felt a pair of hands shaking her awake."Karin. Karin, wake up. You're having another nightmare." Yuzu said in concern as she shook her fraternal twin sister awake. Karin jumped too a sitting position as she gasped for air. A dream she told herself as she tried to get her bearings together. It was only a dream. Karin wiped the sweat off her forehead with her pajama sleeve. She was covered in sweat from the top of her head, down her face and chest. Also the legs of her pajama bottoms which stuck to her legs from the moisture."I'm okay, Yuzu." she finally answered as her brown haired twin searched her face worriedly."Scoot over." Yuzu said as she slid her way into Karin's bed. "I'll stay with you the rest of the night.""Yuzu, that's really not necessary." Karin tried to say, but was immediately shot down by her sister who flashed her a look as if to say "this isn't open for discussion." Yuzu lifted the covers and slid under them as Karin rolled her eyes, but begrudgingly scooted over as to make room."Karin." Yuzu said after a second. "Did you wet the bed?""No, I did not wet the bed! " she nearly shouted as her cheeks grew red at the mere thought."Are you sure? Because your sheets are really, umm, wet." Yuzu said as she pulled the blankets back, revealing the large wet patch under the two girls in the glow of their night light."That's, that's not possible." Karin said staring dumbfounded at the crotch of her obviously soaked pajama pants."Oh, Karin, it's okay." Yuzu said as she wrapped her arms around her sister who still showed no more emotion than a look of utter confusion and disbelief. "Why don't you take a quick shower and I'll take care of your bedding?""Uh, sure." Karin quickly stood up and pulled off her wet clothes before wrapping a towel around herself and headed for the bathroom as she fought against the tears starting to form in her eyes. I will not cry, I will not cry she kept chanting to herself over and over. I must not show any weakness.While Karin showered, Yuzu collected the wet pajamas, sheets, and blankets and headed for the laundry room. Her thoughts full of worry for her twin sister. This was so unlike her, it was usually she that was prone to accidents not the other way around. Yuzu couldn't remember a single time after the age of 5 that Karin had ever wet the bed. She on the other hand, she didn't even want to recall all the accidents she's had over the years."I wonder what's been bothering her lately." she said to herself as she thought of how jumpy she's been lately. This was not normally like her usual cool and composed sister. "This is the third time this month I've had to wake her from a nightmare as well." she thought as she turned on the washing machine."AHH!!!" She heard her sister yell from their shared bathroom. Oops, oh yeah, she's taking a shower and I started the washing machine. Dummy, she thought to herself as she bumped her head with her fist. I'm sure I'll get an earful once Karin comes back."Geez, Yuzu, what's the big idea." Karin said as her skin shown bright red from the scalding hot water as she slowly attempted to put new pajamas on."Sorry, Karin." Yuzu said apologetically, but also glad it seemed to have snapped her sister from her depressing silence. "Your bedding won't be done until tomorrow, so looks like we'll be sleeping in my bed the rest of the night." Karin nodded while stiffing a yawn as she climbed in after her sister, too tired to put up much of a fight."Thanks, Yuzu." Karin said after a few minutes of silence."You can tell me what's bothering you." Yuzu said, hoping her sister would open up to her. "You've been acting really strange lately; I'm worried about you.""It's nothing." Karin finally answered after a minute of silence. Both girls knew that was a big, fat lie, but Karen didn't want to burden her family with it. The truth was, ever sense their big brother Ichigo lost his soul reaper powers, the number of spirits that sought out Karin had skyrocketed over the last year and a half. It was too over whelming for the 13 year old to take.Karin couldn't imagine not being able to see them, as she had for as long as she could remember, but never this many. And it wasn't just the sheer volume alone that drove Karin up the wall, before she could ignore them just fine, but now it seemed she could feel what they felt. Their fear, and their sorrow weighed heavily on the young girls shoulders. She didn't know what to make of these new complicated emotions that mixed with her own pubescent worries. She wished she could talk to Ichigo, but she didn't want trouble him with her problems. He's been so moody and depressed ever since. Karin figured if he could handle on his own back then; so could she! Maybe she'd pay a visit to Urahara's shop after school and tell him his "ghost repellant" wasn't working.Karin was doing poorly in school due to lack of sleep from all the late night interruptions from them, and Jinta was hounding her on her lack of effort on the soccer field. If this kept up, she'd loose her position as captain and MVP on her soccer team and there was no way she would ever give Jinta that satisfaction of taking it way from her."If you ever want to talk, I'm here." Yuzu whispered as she stroked Karin's head as she watched her sister fall into another restless sleep. |
Karin Kurosaki's eyes fluttered open as she realized two things. Firstly, she was not in her own bed, as she promptly became aware of her twin sisters arms wrapped around her. Secondly, of the ghostly apparition of a man hovering only a few inches from her face."Hey, can you see me?" The ghost asked as it waved a hand in front of her face. Ugh, this is so not what I wanted to deal with first thing in the morning Karin thought. Or ever for that matter. Instead of answering, Karin tried to pretend he wasn't there and closed her eyes as she tried to fall back asleep. "Hey, don't ignore me! I know you can see me!" the ghost man answered growing frustrated. "Leave me alone." Karin mumbled in response, but the ghost wouldn't listen as it stayed by her side the rest of the morning. Karin was growing more and more irritated, whether it being her feelings or the ghosts, she wasn't sure. All she knew was that something needed to be done. After an entire morning full of "Don't ignore me's" and "Please help me's" Karin couldn't take anymore.
"Are you okay, honey?" Ishhin Kurosaki asked his daughter as he took notice of the dark circles under her eyes that had been steadily growing more and more pronounced over the last couple months. "Karin? Karin?" He said as he shook her gently after getting no response.
"What?" She snapped after jumping a bit at the sudden touch.
"I asked you if you were feeling okay. You don't look so good."
"I'm fine." Karin answered curtly. Why couldn't everyone just leave her alone? All she wanted was some damn peace and quiet.
"Look, don't get angry, but Yuzu told me what happened last night." He said, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.
"What? Yuzu!" Karin nearly shouted as she began to feel her blood boil.
"Don't be angry." Ishin said. "We're just worried about you. You haven't been your usual self lately."
"I'm fine! Just leave me alone!" Karin shouted behind her as she grabbed her school bag and stormed out the door. Instead of heading towards the school, Karin made a beeline for Urahara's shop picking up two more spirits along the way. "Mr. Urahara!" Karin yelled while knocking on the door, ignoring the closed sign. Karin's knocking turned into banging as the spirits frustration at being ignored flowed into her.
"What do you want, Kurosaki? Can't you see we're closed." Jinta sneered.
"Open the God damn door, Jinta, or I swear I'll kick you in the nuts so hard you'll have dick breath for a week!" Karin yelled, unaware of the spirits hold on her.
"Jeez, what's with the attitude? Did somebody start their period today?" the red headed boy said enjoying the effect his words had on her."That's it, I'm breaking the fucking door down!"
"Children, please, can we not do this so early?" Urahara asked as he came out from the back room while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Karin, what brings you by so early? And who are all your friends?" he asked pointing the end of his cane towards the three spirits."
"I'll tell you what brings me by, your fucking ghost repellant isn't working!" Karin yelled as the temple in her forehead began throbbing. "Everywhere I go these sons of bitches follow me! To bed, to school, even the damn bathroom! Weren't you some kind of science genius back in the soul society?"
"Of course it's not going to work, it's just water." he said with an amused smile, paying Karin's attitude no mind as he opened the door to let her in.
"What?! Why the hell did you give me water?" Karin said as she started swinging.
"Because, I wanted to see if you were truly drawing pluses or if it was just your imagination." he said with a smile as he easily blocked Karin's punches with a single finger. "Haven't you ever heard of the placebo effect?"
"So you used me as a science experiment?!" she yelled back as Urahara quickly stepped behind her and held her arms behind her back.
"Don't feel bad, Karin." an older black haired girl said "He kinda uses everyone as a science experiment, remember what he did to Rukia."
"Uruyu, I thought we agreed we wouldn't talk about that anymore." Kisuke Uruhara said as he waved it off as if putting Rukia's life in danger in order to hide the hogyoku inside her was no big deal. "Don't worry, Karin. You're safe inside the property, there's a barrier over the place that spirits can't cross. See?" he said pointing to the spirits that were awkwardly wondering around out front.
"Whose nuts do I have to kick in to get one of those over my house?" Karin asked.
"There will be no nut kicking, at least not mine anyway." Uruhara said. "Shielding you in a barrier isn't going to solve your problems. You have a strong spiritual presence that's attracting every plus and hollow to you in a ten mile radius."
"Well then how do I turn it off? It's having other unwanted side effects." Karin mumbled as she remembered the events of the previous night.
"Like your emotions?" Urahara said as it wasn't hard to notice Karin's unusual behavior. Instead of fully explaining, Karin simply nodded. "Are you opposed to missing school for the day?" he asked and then beamed when Karin shook her head. "Excellent, come down stairs, I'm sure you'll feel better once you get out all that pent up anger." he said as he guided her down to his secret training room while continuing to keep her arms behind her back.
"Like it?" Uruyu giggled as she watched Karin's facial expression change from rage to amazement once Uruhara turned on the light.
"Has this been down here the entire time?" Karin asked in wonder as her eyes took in the cavern.
"Yep, this is where we turned Ichigo into a hall-I mean- into a shinigami." Urahara said with a laugh. "How are you at Ken-do?" he asked as he picked up two bamboo swords and handed them to each girl.
"I'm okay." Karin said with a shrug as she accepted the wooden sword. "Sometimes the ken-do club has me fill in if someone's sick on a tournament day.
"Great! Defend yourself." He said as he nodded towards Uruyu who charged after Karin, nearly snapping both swords in half from the force of her blows.
"Hey, Uruyu, watch it, are you trying to kill me?" Karin asked as she barley moved aside in time to see Uruyus sword connect with the wall sending large chunks of rock flying. "We haven't even put on protective armor."
"None of that silly stuff here!" Urahara said with a laugh as he watched Uruyu chase Karin around the underground room with a stick. "C'mon, Karin, fight back!"
"Call her off! Call her off!" Karin yelled in response as she dove away from another strike that left a hole in the ground where she was standing just a second before. "What if she hits me?"
"Good point. I'll give Oriheme a call just in case!" He said as he pulled a cell phone out from his robes and called Ichigo's red headed classmate with healing powers. "Karin! Try to tap into your spiritual powers. Try to feel Uruyu's next move."
"What spiritual powers?" Karin shouted as she parred blows with Uruyu that sent a jolt through Karin that nearly dislocated her shoulder. "This might help." Urahara said as he struck Karin in the back of her head with the bottom of his cane. Karin's spiritual body came tumbling out as her lifeless physical body collapsed to the ground. "Pay attention!" He yelled as the young girl watched as her body fall to the ground that momentarily took her attention away from the bamboo wielding Uruyu.
"What did you do to me?" Karin yelled as she ducked and grabbed the makeshift sword from her physical body's hand and noticed it now felt ten times as heavy. "It's just a bamboo stick! Why did it become so heavy?"
"Your spiritual body isn't used to picking up objects like your physical body can. Don't focus on the weight, focus on your senses!" Uraharha said as she picked up Karin's physical body and moved it out of harms way. Karin suddenly noticed she could feel the others presence in the room quite strongly without seeing them. She somehow knew Urahara was moving behind her to the right while Uruyu was making a beeline towards her to her left. It was as if Uruyu had slowed down considerably and Karin could tell exactly where she would strike. If she could somehow pick up her sword and move it in time and swing 90 degrees to her left she could land a hit. Karin struggled to lift her sword, but she couldn't do it.
"Don't try to rely on physical strength, you need to rely on your spiritual pressure to move objects." Uruhara called out. "It's like using sheer willpower. Channel all your pent up emotions into your body!" Karin took a deep breath and instead of focusing on moving her arms she thought about these last few months and the toll it had taken on her. She could feel the frustration and anger welling up inside her again. Karin felt a sort inner strength collecting inside her as she focused on it and swung with all her might as Uruyu charged. All was silent as a loud Thrwack sound filled the air as Karin's sword connected to Uruyu's ribcage.
"There you go!" Urahara praised. Karin smiled until she felt herself suddenly growing weak. The scenery before her eyes began fading in and out as Karin kneeled down until everything was completely dark. "Karin!" she faintly heard before she lost consciousness.__________________________________________________________________________________Karin slowly opened her eyes and looked around. She was lying on a futon covered in a blanket in a room she didn't recognize. She looked down at herself and no longer saw the Chain of Fate protruding from her chest which meant she was back into her physical body.
"Karin! I'm so glad you're awake!" A familiar voice called to her. She turned her head and saw the smiling redhead leaning against the wall a few feet away.
"Oriheme. What happened?" Karin asked as she tried to sit up but found herself to weak.
"Mr. Urahara said you used a bit too much spiritual pressure and passed out." Oriheme explained.
"Just from swinging a sword? I didn't realize I was so weak."
"That's not all you did." Oriheme explained. "You sent Uruyu flying a good 20 feet and broke half her ribcage."
"What? Is she okay?"
"I'm fine, Oriheme fixed me up good as new." A new voice answered as the black haired girl entered the room. "That was some hit. I didn't know you had that much spiritual pressure in you. Mr. Urhahara would like to speak to you when you're feeling better." She said before exiting and sliding the door closed behind her.
"So?" Karin mumbled to Oriheme. "It's not that impressive. I saw my brother take down a hallow with one swing of his sword like it was nothing."
"That's because Ichigo was a shinigami and was using a Zanpakutō, not a bamboo stick." Mr. Urahara replied as he opened the door and closed it behind him. "He also had absorbed all of Rukia's spiritual energy as well if you're referring to that one night. Normal humans can't do what you did which brings me to what we need to talk about."
"Talk about what?" Karin asked as she sat up and leaned against the wall for support.
"How we are going to deal with all the spirits following you. Oriheme talked to Yuzu while you were out and said you've been out of it for a while. She said you're not sleeping, doing poorly in school, and even Jinta has been complaining about your performance on the soccer team. The anger and the frustration you've been feeling is not your own. It's the spirits anger at you ignoring them."
"What else am I supposed to do? It's not like I can help them." Karin complained and swore under her breath.
"What if I told you you can help them pass on? Would you be interested in learning how?" Uruhara asked while grinning.
"What do I have to do?" Karin asked eager to make this go away.
"You're going to perform consoles." Urahara said.
"I thought only shinigami could do that." Karin said as she noticed Urahara with a twinkle in his eyes.
"I think you're ready to take over the family business. What do you say to becoming a shinigami, Karin?" Urahara asked grinning from ear to ear at his new test subject/ student. |
Karin mindlessly dribbled her soccer ball in her backyard behind the family owned clinic. It was her favorite thing to do when she had something on her mind. She had managed to sneak home about an hour ago without her dad knowing she was home and immediately made a beeline for her soccer equipment out back. She ran the ball a few feet before faking a kick, spinning around an imaginary opponent and making the shot in the net a few feet away.
“Goal!” she heard someone shout before turning around and seeing her dad leaning against the back of the clinic still wearing his lab coat. How long had he been standing there watching her? More importantly though; how could she explain not being in school right now? “Hey, pass me the ball.” he said coming toward her. Karin hesitated a moment before lightly kicking it over to him. “Alright, I got this.” Ishin said as he backed a few feet away before charging at the ball and kicking. Karin stood and watched as the ball sailed through the air completely missing the net by a mile.
“Nice.” she said sarcastically as she ran to retrieve the ball and bring it back.
“Ok, how about you try to get it past me. If you can make a goal, I won’t ground you for skipping school.”
“Deal.” Karin said before effortlessly zipping past him and making it in. Ishin stood silently for a moment scratching the back of his head before smiling.
“Guess you’ve gotten a little better since we used to play back here together. Remember when we used to practice back when you first wanted to join the soccer team?”
“Wasn’t I like five then?” she snorted as she bounced the ball a few times on her knees.
“Time sure has gone by fast.” he said into the air. “What’s been up with you lately?” he finally asked as he tried, and failed, to steal the ball away.
“Nothing.” Karin said a little too quickly to be believable. “I’m fine, just a little stressed out. You wouldn’t understand.” Her father, as far as she was concerned, couldn’t sense a spirit a mile away. How could she tell him about everything? She doubted he even knew about Ichigo, let alone what a shinigami even was. He’d probably think it was some kind of food or soccer position.
“How about I make one more deal with you? If you can make a goal from right here,” he said drawing a line in the dirt with a stick. “You don’t have to talk about it, but if you miss, you and I need to sit down for a bit over a cup of tea. Deal?” Karin stared at him a little dumbfounded. From right there? He was making it so easy it was like he didn’t want to talk to her at all!
“So if I make the shot you’ll leave me alone? Piece of cake.” she said placing the ball behind the line and kicking it. Karin watched wordlessly at what should have been a perfect shot. Instead of entering the net, the ball froze mid air halfway and dropped to the ground.
“So what do you like in your tea?” Karin heard come from behind her. She spun around to demand a do-over and froze. It took a full minute for her brain to comprehend what she was seeing. Her father stood there, not in a lab coat, but in full soul reaper uniform.
“Wha? How? When? What!?” she stuttered out looking him up and down in complete bewilderment. Was this really her father?
“I understand more than you think, Karin.” he said as he picked up his gagia and re-entered it. “Gah, that part always gives me the creeps. Feels so weird. At least you have a real body being half-human and all.”
“Wait, what? Half human? Real body?” She said starting to feel completely overwhelmed.
“Come inside and we’ll talk; we’ve got about an hour before your sister gets home. From what i’ve heard, you’ve got a big decision to make.” Once the two were inside and sitting down at the table, Karin wordlessly stared into her cup of tea watching the steam rise.
“Who are you?” Karin finally managed to ask.
“Former captain of the 10th division and former head of the Shiba clan.” he said taking a sip from his cup.
“10th division? Isn’t that kid Toshiro the captain now?”
“Haha, yes!” he said laughing at Hitsugaya being referred to as a child. “He was my third seat at the time. Great kid. Did all my paperwork for me.” Karin rolled her eyes. Leave it to her father to pass all his work on others.
“Okay, so you’re a shinigami?”
“Yep.”
“And you can see spirits.”
“Yep.”
“Then why have you been making me go through this!” Karin nearly shouted while white knuckling her cup. “Why have you been letting me be hounded by spirits day in and day out?”
“Then why didn’t you just ask for help?” Ishin asked.
“Well if I had known you could have actually done something about it! What’s the big idea anyway, keeping all this a secret for so long?”
“There wasn’t really a reason to tell you, not to mention I lost my powers a long time ago. It wasn’t until recently that they came back.” Karin rubbed her face with her hands. What was with her family?
“So can you make them go away? All the spirits?”
“Well, I was pretty good at kido back in my prime. I can make a few charms to put around the house, but the rest is up to you. Unless you learn to properly control your spiritual powers, this will probably affect you the rest of your life. Who knows what else could happen. Before Toshiro was found, he was slowly killing his grandmother in his sleep by accidentally dropping the temperature to freezing.” Karin quickly thought of Yuzu. Could this possibly affect her as well? She was already causing the people she cared about to worry, something she swore she’d never do, but to actually hurt them. She’d never be able to live with herself.
“What about Yuzu? How come she isn’t experiencing things as well?”
“Yuzu takes more after her mother while you and Ichigo take after me. Yuzu still can’t even kill spiders on her own, can you really imagine her going up against a hollow?”
“Good point. So say I went along with this, what happens next? I thought turning humans into soul reapers was some big taboo.” Karin said taking a sip of her tea.
“You’re not entirely human. Giving a human soul reaper powers is taboo, but you already have those powers inside of you. We will simply be awakening them. Kiske will fill you in on what to do once you’re ready.” Karin imagined Mr. Urahara strapping her to a table and running experiments on her. “Don’t worry, Orihime can always put you back together afterwards.” This did little lift her spirits. All went quiet between the two of them as they heard the front door open.
“Karin! Where were you today?” Yuzu scolded setting her book bag down.
“Sorry, I was at Urahara’s shop this morning and then I-” Karin tried to think of an excuse.
“She came home afterwards because she wasn’t feeling well.” Ishin finished for her.
“You don’t look very good.” Yuzu agreed. “Maybe you should go lie down for a bit and I’ll call you when dinners ready.” Karin rolled her eyes but decided to follow her advice. A nap did sound great actually.
She got up and headed for her bedroom only stopping for some spare sheets from the cupboard. When she got to her shared room she noticed her bed was already made for her. She immediately fell onto her bed face first mulling things over in her mind. What was Urahara going to do to her? Was she willing to go through the same things her brother was. It would be pretty awesome to have powers though.
“hrmmphh mphhh” Karin heard. She quickly looked around thinking it was another spirit but was relieved when she didn’t see anything. “mphhh!” she heard again as she realized it was coming from underneath her. She sat up a little and reached underneath her and pulled out her sisters stuffed lion.
“Ugh, what is this stupid thing doing in my bed?” she said holding it away from her.
“Hey, who are you calling stupid?” The stuffed lion said.
“What the hell!?” Karin shouted dropping the stuffed toy. She backed up to the wall as she watched the stuffed toy get up and brush itself off.
“So I hear you’ll be taking over for Ichigo.” The stuffed lion said as it paced around. “So it looks like my services will be needed once again!”
“What are you? Why can you talk?” Karin asked ready to kick it across the room at a moments notice.
“I’m a mod soul; the name’s Kon.” It said puffing out it’s chest. “I’d look after Ichigo’s body while he went and killed hollows.”
“You’ve been alive this whole time?” Karen asked.
“Yep!” Kon said happily until he was met with Karins foot. “Ooof!”
“You…little...furry...perverted...bastard!” she said in between stomps. “Why didn’t you say anything before! I-I’ve changed in front of you!”
“I’m not a lolicon.” Kon moaned while twitching on the ground. “But you’re all grown up now! Hehe green panties.” he said looking up Karins skirt while earning him another kick to the face.
“I’ve had a long day. Go back to Ichigo if you were so important to him.” She said lying back down.
“Aww c’mon. Ichigo’s no fun since he lost his powers. All he does is mope around. I want some action and adventure! Like the good old days”
“Well you’re not getting it from me right now, i’m going to sleep you weird talking stuffed animal.” She said turning her back towards it.
“Can’t I stay? I’ll keep an eye on you while you sleep.”
“What? No! Pervert.” Karin moaned back.
“I meant i’ll wake you up if you start having another nightmare. That is unless you want to wet the bed again.”
“Fine.” Karin mumbled hiding her blush. Kon happily jumped up on the bed and leaned against Karins back. Ahh I finally get to be around a woman again! Kon thought.
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An hour and a half later Yuzu finished putting the finishing touches on dinner.
“There all done.” Yuzu said cheerfully as she scooped the stew into four separate bowls and placed them on the table. “Now I’ll go wake Karin and see if she up to eating.” Yuzu then hung up her apron and made her way up the stairs to the room they shared. She grabbed the door knob but quickly let go as a powerful shock went through her. “Ouch!” she said shaking her hand.
“What’s wrong?” Ishin asked coming out of his room.
“Oh it’s nothing, I just got shocked by the door.” Yuzu said as she wrapped the bottom of her shirt over the door knob before trying again just in case.
“Woah!” she exclaimed walking into her room. The air felt so weird in here.
“Yuzu, your hair!” he giggled pointing her to the mirror over their dresser. She walked over and gasped at all her hair that was standing on end. It looked like someone had rubbed a balloon all up and down her head.
“Come here, dad. The rooms full of electricity!”
“Weird.” he said walking in and noticing the difference. “Hehe, look at your sisters hair!” he said pointing to the sleeping girl in the bed whose hair resembled the characters off Dragon Ball Z. Ishin walked over to Karin about to place a hand on the girls shoulder but was stopped by the talking stuffed lion.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Kon whispered so only Ishin could hear him.
“Why not?” Ishin asked ignoring the warning and touching his daughter. “Arghh!!” He shouted as he was electrocuted and thrown back from the force of the shock.
“That’s why not.” Kon said shaking his stuffed head. “She’s probably going to wield an electric type Zanpakuto.
“After dinner she’s going straight to Urahara’s.” he moaned before passing out. |
“What are you all staring at?” Karin snapped as she awoke to find her dad and sister in her room staring at her. “And, Yuzu, what happened to your hair?”
“My hair? You should look in the mirror; yours is worse than mine.” Yuzu said while covering her head in an attempt to flatten her brown hair. Karin slowly sat up and stretched. She tried to remember what she had been dreaming about but she couldn’t recall. Whatever it was she had felt more at peace during that time than she had in a long while. She wanted nothing more to hop back in bed and return to that place in the wooded forest. Yes! That was it. She had been dreaming she was in a forest and there was some kind of animal there with her. Karin tried to focus on that feeling of security she felt there, but quickly lost her train of thought as she glanced at herself in the mirror. For a split second she swore her eyes were bright yellow, but when she blinked in surprise they were back to their usual brown color. Her normally short black hair was sticking straight up in the air as if someone worked in all of Ichigo’s hair gel into it. She grimaced at her reflection. When had she gotten such dark circles under her eyes? She tried in vain to flatten her hair but it all just sprang back up. That’s when she noticed her dad in the corner.
“What happened to you?” she asked as he tried to cover the growing lump on the back of his head.
“Ah, well, remember what we talked about earlier about Hitsugaya? I think it would be best to take you to Urahara’s sooner rather than later.” Isshin tried to explain as he put on a pair of rubber gloves. “Come to daddy, sweetie.” he motioned with his hands while his voice cracked in fear of getting shocked again.
“Dad, seriously?” Karen asked while rolling her eyes. “If you want me to go over there fine, but I can walk.” The moment she strode past, the light bulb inside the lamp on top of the desk hummed to life. She stopped for a moment to stare at it as she noticed the switch was in the off position. The closer she got to it the brighter it shone until it began buzzing loudly. Isshin quickly pulled his daughter away as the bulb inside exploded sending bits of glass all over the room.
“This is what I was talking about.” Isshin whispered into his daughters ear. “You’re not safe here. With this much spiritual pressure leaking out of you you're bound to attract a holl-” Isshin began to say but was stopped by the deafening roar of the creature a few blocks away. “Damn it. Umm, Kon!”
“Yes, sir!” The stuffed lion said springing to attention from his lying position on the bed.
“Bostov! You’re alive!” Yuzu exclaimed, happily oblivious to their current situation.
“The name’s Kon!” the stuffed lion exclaimed ready to give the girl who made him endure hours of torture playing dress up a piece of his mind.
“You’re actually happy that pervy stuffed lions alive?” Karin asked as she watched her father stick his hand in the stuffed animals mouth and retrieve the green pill. “You’re not going to actually put that in your mouth are you? Oh gross, you did.” she said scrunching up her face. Instantly Isshins spirit body and gagia separated but instead of it falling onto the floor it stood up and saluted her fathers shinigami form.
“What do you need?” Kon asked inside of Isshins body as he stretched out his legs and arms.
“Woah, there’s two of you dad!” Yuzu said excitedly.
“You can see me?” Isshins shinigami form asked.
“You’re a little fuzzy, but yeah! What are you wearing? And where did you get that sword?” Yuzu said while eying him up and down.
“I’ll tell you later, Yuzu, but for now go with Kon to Urahara’s shop.” he said gripping his zanpakuto Engetsu.”
“The funny guy that owns the candy shop? Okay! Lead the way, Kon!” Yuzu said bending down and talking to the now empty stuffed lion. Kon face palmed in Isshins body as Karin rolled her eyes. The hollow roared again now closer.
“Hop on quick.” Kon said bending down so Yuzu could climb onto his back. “Let’s go.” He said hopping out their bedroom window and sprinting with his modified legs as a loud “Wheee!” could be heard from Yuzu.
“You want me to follow them?” Karin asked.
“No, come with me. We need to use you to draw attention away from them.”
“You’re using me as bait? Gee thanks, dad.” Karin said sarcastically but followed him none the less into the street.
“Just watch and see how your old man does it.” Isshin said with a smirk as he unsheathed Engetsu. As the creature grew closer to them the air filled with the monsters spiritual pressure causing Karin to unintentionally shiver. Just what exactly was coming her way? She tried her best to pull herself together. After what she had gone through with her last hollow encounter, her desire to meet another one face to face was right up there with letting Urahara run experiments on her.
“Do not be afraid, child.” A woman’s voice said softly to Karin. She looked around everywhere but saw nothing the voice could have belonged to. Great, now she was hearing things she thought to herself as they walked out of the residential area as the air continued to fill with the thick presence until the hollow was now visible. The white masked creature roared exposing it’s large fang like teeth as it towered over all the nearby buildings. It locked its demonic red eyes onto its prey as it made a beeline for the delicious smelling soul that belonged to Karin. Isshin gripped Engetsu and stood in front of the hollows path blocking Karin from it’s sight.
“Move aside, soul reaper. You’re in my way.” It hissed as it attempted to smack Isshin out of the way. Instead it roared in pain as Engetsu made clean work out of slicing the creatures arm off.
“So this is how you do it. Pay attention.” Isshin said. “You always want to aim for the head. Aim for the top and slice straight down.” He said as he leapt into the air with ease grasping his sword in both hands as he raised it over his head and came crashing down on ...a tree? He looked around confused as he freed Engetsu from the wood. How did he end up in the park? Where did the hollow go? And Karin! Where was Karin?
Karin stood facing the hollow, now alone on the empty street. Her father had been right there and then...he wasn’t. She didn’t understand. Where had he gone? The hollow laughed in it’s deep crackling voice as it surveyed the now defenseless girl with the tasty smelling soul. Sure he only had one arm now but the girl was a sitting duck, he didn’t need a second arm for this prey and he couldn’t wait to devour her like he had all the countless others. The lights power quickly surged in and out as it matched Karins heart rate. What was she going to do? She could run but she knew it would just find her by following her scent. Running was pointless; she’d have to fight, but how?
“Guide it into the power lines.” the woman's voice said again. Huh? Who said that? Karin wondered until she barely managed to dodge the monsters arm by diving onto the ground as it made a grab for her. She quickly got to her feet and started running thankful for all the years spent playing soccer that had built up her endurance and reflexes. Think! Think! Karin looked up following the sound of the loud humming as she noticed the electrical lines surging with power while sparks periodically flew out. Could that kill it? “No, but it will weaken it.” The mysterious voice answered as if reading her mind. It was worth a shot Karin thought and she promptly changed direction and made a beeline for the electrical wires. She stole a glance behind her and whimpered and tried to sprint faster as the creature closed in behind her.
“What do I do once I get there?” Karin asked out loud while feeling dumb for talking to herself.
“Let yourself get caught.”
“What are you crazy? Am I crazy? That thing wants to eat me!” Karin yelled out as she stopped under the electrical wires with hands on her knees wheezing from exhaustion.
“Got you!” The hollow roared with glee as it snatched the girl in its arm as it stood up while touching the power lines.
“He’s touching the lines! Why isn’t anything happening?” she yelled in pain as the hollow began squeezing her.
“You need to get the both of yourselves wet. Your body will act as a circuit and produce a high enough voltage to kill it.” The voice calmly explained.
“I don’t exactly see any water around here!”
“Then make some.” You’ve got be kidding Karin thought until the monster slowly began raising his hand to his mouth.
“Oh you are going to taste so good! What are you making that face for? Don’t be scared it will be over soon.” The monster laughed at Karin’s facial expression who with eyes closed began pushing to force the contents of her bladder out onto her self and the creature since relaxing it out was out of the question.. “Ugh, the girl has sprung a leak haha.”
“I’m sending you some power now, get ready.” The voice said as Karin suddenly began to tingle all over as her body glowed a bright yellow.
“What?” Was the last thing the hollow said before thousands of volts of electricity immediately encompassed him until he simply disintegrated into thin air as Karin dropped onto the ground head first.
The young black haired 13 year old slowly opened her eyes and found herself lying on her back in a forest surrounded by thick green foliage. Big puffy clouds moved slowly by in the bright blue sky as a gentle wind shook the leaves in the trees. Slowly the girl sat up and looked around. Where was she? She felt oddly calm as she surveyed her surroundings; it was like she had been here before as her mind was racked by deja-vu. She stood up and noticed her school uniform was gone and replaced by some kind of white kimono. She wiggled her now bare toes in the ankle deep grass as it tickled the bottoms of her feet.
“You did well, child.” The woman's voice praised. Karin followed the direction of the voice until she came to a small clearing in the trees. There, lying in the grass, was a beautiful red and white fox that watched her approaching with an almost grin like expression across it’s face.
“Hello?” Karin asked cautiously as she looked around the small clearing. “Anyone there?”
“You finally found me.” The voice said making Karin nearly jump as she realized it was coming from the fox. “You’ve been wondering in that forest every night for weeks. I’ve been calling out to you; I was starting to wonder if you’d ever hear my voice.”
“Were you the one guiding me?” Karin asked as her curiosity was peaked. She slowly approached the large fox whose eyes seemed to draw her ever closer.
“Yes. It was I.” The fox said as it stood up and stretched before trotting closer to the girl. “Do not be afraid; I won’t hurt you.”
“I’m not scared.” Karin quickly blurted out as the wolf seemed to snicker.
“You have many fears, child. Fears that you need to overcome if you want my help.”
“Who says I need help?” Karin shot back.
“Says the girl who cries for her mother and wets herself in her sleep.” the fox teased causing Karins face to burn.
“Who or what are you?” Karin asked once she was able to collect herself after that blow to her pride.
“I’m a Kitsune, but i’m also your Zanpakuto. I am the spiritual manifestation of part of your soul and spiritual abilities.” The fox explained rubbing up against Karin.
“You're my power?” Karin asked.
“Yes and no. I am part of you yes, but my power is my own. I am your partner who is willing to lend you my power. Would you like it?”
“Yes, please.”
“Well too bad.” the fox said in amusement as it laid down and licked it’s paw while smiling at the confused expression in Karin's face. “It’s like I said before, you have many fears in your heart that need to be overcome. You see your fear acts as a blockade that is keeping you apart from me. I cannot lend you my power to fight until you rid yourself of it.”
“I’m not scared of anything! So what, the hollow made me a little nervous at first, but wouldn’t anyone be?”
“With that attitude you’ll never be able to fight. Hmm, no that’s not it. It has nothing to do with the hollow. You see, you have a very deep fear inside of you. You may not even be aware of it.”
“Then tell me! How can I overcome this fear if I don’t even know what it is.” The fox thought it over for a moment.
“I will give you three days. If you can overcome your fears by then I will lend you my powers. I will call you back here each night to see what you’ve learned. I wish you the best of luck. Good bye, child.”
The first thing Karen realized was the pounding headache as bright lights shone up above her. She could vaguely hear people talking about her along with some shouting. She wanted to open her eyes but the pain prevented her from doing so. She could feel someone holding her right hand as she weakly squeezed their hand to let them know she was ok.
“Sōten Kisshun I reject! What? Let me try again. Soten Kisshun I reject! SOTEN KISSHUN I REJECT!...It’s not working.” Orihime admitted as she tried and tried to heal the unconscious Karin.
“It’s alright, Orihime. Thanks for trying. I guess she will just have to heal the old fashion way.” Isshin said as he looked down at his beat up daughter who laid out on one of the clinic beds. This was all his fault; if he hadn’t been so cocky he would have noticed that hollow had some kind of teleportation abilities. The poor thing had been so scared she had even wet herself. When she wakes up he would have to ask her what happened to it. When he had finally made it back the hollow was no where to be seen and not a trace of its spiritual pressure could be felt. Judging by the injuries Karin had she had fallen from a high altitude and from the bruises along her waist she had been grabbed. Isshin put the pieces together to mean that she had been picked up but had managed to fight her way out of its grasp and had fallen to the ground where she had been knocked unconscious. Now that she couldn’t be healed through...faster methods the poor thing was in for one hell of a recovery. Three broken ribs, one broken arm, a broken shoulder, and bruised pelvis. She wouldn’t be getting out of bed for anything anytime soon which reminds him of certain...precautions that needed to be made. “Orihime, do you think you could help me out with something?” he asked as he dug through a supply closet.
“Of course, anything!” Orihime answered feeling bad she couldn’t be of more use.
“I don’t know when she’ll wake up and even when she does she won’t be getting up. Seeing as how i’m now down a nurse would you mind helping her into this?” Isshin asked handing her the white puffy diaper. “Seeing as how she’s my daughter and all.” he admitted turning red.
“It’s okay I understand.” Orihime said taking the supplies and drawing the curtain around the two of them.
“Argh.” Karin moaned in pain as she began waking up at the sudden coldness caused by Orihime cleaning up her earlier “accident” with wet wipes. Her eyes slowly opened to find Orihime doing something but she couldn’t tell what. All she knew was that she was cold.
“Hey, Karin, how are you feeling?” Orihime asked when she looked to find the young girl staring at her. “I’m almost done, then I’ll cover you back up. Your dad said you can’t get out of bed so he asked me to help diaper you. So no need to worry now if you gotta go, cause you can just, you know, go.” Orihime rambled on in her happy state as she dusted the girl with plenty of baby powder. A diaper Karin thought as her face heated up red with embarrassment. Orihime was putting her in a diaper!? Karin realized to make matters worse she was naked as well. That’s why she was so cold.
“Why?” Karin finally managed to ask.
“Because you’re hurt silly. We can’t expect you to just get out of bed every time you have to pee with all those broken bones.”
“Why can’t you just heal me?” Karin asked trying to cover herself with her good arm. Orihime looked at her sadly for a moment before she admitted it wouldn’t work.
“Three days and I will lift the electric field I have over you blocking her abilities.” Karin heard inside her head. So this was the foxes doing? Why? “So you can overcome your fears.” She replied.
“All done!” Orihime said cheerfully as she finished taping the last of the tabs over Karins waist and covering her naked body with a sheet and blanket before pulling back the curtain to reveal her worried looking father.
“Hey, how ya doing?” Isshin asked still feeling guilty. Karin tried to shrug but yelped in pain at trying to move her broken shoulder. Isshin frowned as he pulled out a syringe and put it in her I.v. “I’ve given you something for the pain so you’ll be asleep in no time. Yuzu will be here soon in case you need anything.”
“I’ll be fine.” Karin tried to say to reassure everyone. The last thing she wanted was everyone fussing over her. “ I’ll be fine in three days.” she said.
“What makes you say that?” Isshin asked.
“The nice fox lady said so.” Karin said as the drugs took effect as she drifted back to sleep. |
Karin found herself once again wandering the large forest, in search of what, she couldn’t recall in her drug induced state. Even in her dream she felt a bit loopy. Part of her wanted nothing more than to just lie in the lush green field and sleep, but her curious side kept her up and moving. It was like she had been here before and there was something important about this place but she just couldn’t remember.“Lost again I see.” A woman's voice said while stifling a laugh. “You were just here, have you forgotten your way so soon?”“Who are you?” Karin said turning around to look but stopped as she had to wait a few seconds for her senses and equilibrium to catch up.“Try and remember, we just had this conversation.”“We did?” Karin asked as she followed the sound of the voice nearly breaking into a run.“Slow down. There’s no rush.” The voice calmly stated as Karin had to lean against a tree for support as her world spinned around. Karin kept moving forward once she got her footing. She wanted to know; No NEEDED to know who that voice belonged to. There was something so soothing about her, whoever she was, that calmed the girl and made her feel at peace. She wanted to be with her so badly as if something deep inside was calling out for her. “That’s it; you’re almost there. Just a little further.” Karin couldn’t help but smile eagerly as she came to a break in the foliage as she peeked around the trees into the familiar looking clearing with childlike curiosity. She whipped her head around at the sound of moving leaves, but lost her footing and began falling due to the foggy sensation and sensory delay.“Ahh!” Karin cried out until she felt a pair of large arms wrap around her. She looked up surprised when she didn’t collide face first with the ground to find a woman, no a giant, holding onto her. Her eyes bugged open in surprise at the size difference and again once she felt herself get picked up into the giantesses arms.“You found me. Good girl.” The giant women said as she patted and rubbed Karin’s back as she held the 13 year old up on her shoulder with ease as if Karin was an infant. If the girl hadn’t been drugged she would have fought and squirmed with all her might out of the woman’s arms and demanded answers, but drugged Karin closed her eyes, smiled contently at the physical contact and wrapped her arms around the woman's neck as if it was the most natural thing to do. The woman chuckled as she swayed back and forth in place. “You’re so much more honest with yourself when you’re strung out on pain medication.”“Hmm?” She mumbled from her place in the woman’s arms. What was she talking about? Pain medication?“Don’t you remember, honey? You fell and got hurt.” The woman said as Karin’s eyes snapped open with sudden clarity. The hollow, the fight, being unable to be healed. It all came rushing back to her. Her body was lying unconscious in her fathers clinic. If her body was there, how was she here? “You’re here in spirit.” The woman explained seemingly able to read the girls thoughts.“And where is here exactly?” she asked as she looked around the forest from her high vantage point as she blushed at being held like a child.“This is part of your inner self and so am I. I am your zanpakuto and partner. Right now in your drug induced state, your heart is not holding back its desires which is why I am in this form.”“Huh, my zanpakuto? Oh, the fox! Wait, you’re the fox?” Karin asked looking puzzled as she looked into the woman’s eyes which flashed bright yellow just like the foxes had. “What do you mean by my hearts desires?”“I am. Currently as you are, you are stripped of all your inhibitions and fears. Even if you had never been aware of it, you have the strong desire inside of you to feel loved. How does this position make you feel?”“I feel like a child and ...safe.” Karin admitted as she re-closed her eyes and snuggled back into the woman’s arms.“You, who does not know what a mother’s love feels like, wishes to be comforted in a way you missed out on as a child, but at the same time, you refuse to let anyone near. You put on a tough facade to hide the hurt and loneliness you feel.” Karin quietly listened and thought about it. “Your assignment for tomorrow. Conquer your fear of needing help. You must come to terms with the fact that you cannot do everything by yourself and that is okay, child.”Karin squirmed in the giants arms. There was an odd feeling inside of her that caused her some discomfort, but she couldn’t quite place it. Sort of an odd...pressure.“What’s your name?” Karin asked.“That I cannot tell you. My name is my power and that is something you are not ready for yet.”“Then what do I call you?” she asked as she squirmed and shifted as her body tensed.“Let’s not worry about that, there will come a time for introductions later. For now, let’s get you comfy again. I can tell you’re uncomfortable. What seems to be the problem?” The woman asked already knowing.“Huh? I’m not sure.” Karin answered truthfully as she focused on her spirit body. She wasn’t in pain, just felt an odd fullness almost.“How about I help you this one time, but after this you’re going to have to deal with it while conscious.”“Deal with what?” Karin asked while yawning.“You’ll soon find out. For now just close your eyes and relax. It will be over soon.” Karin obeyed without a fight as she closed her eyes and rested her head back on the woman’s shoulder as a wave of fullness hit causing the girl to tense. “Don’t fight it, just relax and let go. There you go, good girl.” the giantess praised as she rubbed Karin’s back and felt the girl relax in her arms. Karin breathed a sigh of relief as she felt the pressure begin to dissipate until the strange feeling was gone entirely. “All better?”“All better.” Karin agreed.Yuzu suddenly awoke in the bed next to Karin’s inside the clinic. She told her dad earlier that she was willing to stay the night to keep an eye on her sister incase she needed anything. Her father had looked so tired she immediately shooed him off to bed and stayed in his place. That’s weird thought Yuzu as she sat up and looked around the empty clinic. She had sworn she had heard someone talking.“I feel like a child and ...safe.” Karin mumbled in her sleep. Yuzu jumped out of bed as she stared at her sister, but quietly giggled when she realized what was happening. “Mmm” Karin mumbled contently as her face twitched into what looked like a smile. Aww Yuzu thought as she watched her sister sleep. Whatever she’s dreaming about it must be pleasant. She stayed by her side and watched over her for a few more minutes as she listened to Karin mumbling nonsense in her sleep. Suddenly a worried look fell upon Karin’s face as her eyebrows furrowed in what appeared to be confusion, but suddenly relaxed as she let out a huge sigh of relief. Uh-oh Yuzu thought as she lifted up Karin’s blanket to see if she was doing what she thought she was. Yuzu breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the diaper that was taped onto Karin’s waist which slowly began expanding to confirm her suspicions.. At least clean up would be easy. I could probably have her in a fresh diaper without even waking her up Yuzu thought until she heard Karin happily reply with “All better.” Yuzu tried to keep her laughter to a minimum, but it wasn’t enough she realized as her sisters eyes slowly opened.“Wha so funny?” Karin mumbled.“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to wake you.” Yuzu apologized while still sporting a large grin. “Just go back to sleep and i'll take care of everything.” Yuzu dug through one of the medical supply cupboards until she pulled out a small adult diaper, some wet wipes, gloves and baby powder.The both of them had changed hundreds of diapers before for the female patients of their fathers clinic. Ever since someone sick tried to get up to use the bathroom, collapsed and tried to sue; a new rule had been in place. All patients sick or injured who were deemed unfit to leave bed by their father were to be diapered. No exceptions. It didn’t matter if they had a fever, a broken leg, the flu or a cold. If their chart said “bed rest” in the directions then they were not to leave bed. For any reason. Other than the occasional sports injury or car accident, the Kurosaki Clinic mostly catered to the young adults who attended the primary and high schools nearby. Many of the kids were sent here after being sent home from school sick or could not attend for the day due to illness and had no one at home to help nurse them back to health if needed. Many of the high school students lived alone while their parents were on business trips so come flu season the place was packed. It was mid May right now so all they really saw were the occasional sprain and bicycle crash. Unless they were either seriously injured like Karin, they were free to get up and use the facilities.Since most of their patients were sick kids and nothing overly serious, Isshin employed Karin and Yuzu under the table after school to help the patients with things like fetching ice packs, getting water, personal hygiene and helping them feel as comfortable as possible. While Yuzu was a natural, Karin on the other hand seemed to lack in the bedside manner department. Just last month she had fought with a middle school girl about the diaper rule. The patient kept insisting she was fine to get up and begged Karin to allow her to use the bathroom but Karin grew more and more frustrated and told her “Stop being a baby and just piss yourself already.” Yuzu had found that comment to be incredibly insensitive and oddly ironic. She had tried to explain to Karin that being diapered was incredibly embarrassing, but Karin had simply rolled her eyes and replied with “I wouldn’t know.” It was then that Yuzu was left to deal with the now crying patient who began pleading with phrases like “I can’t” and “Please don’t make me.” Whether it was Yuzu’s gentle coaxing or the girls inability to hold it any longer, the young patient was finally able to relieve themselves in the diaper and whimpered during the entire changing process.Although Yuzu did feel terrible that her fraternal twin was hurt, she hoped this experience would soften her a bit now that she would be on the other side of things. For whatever reason, the black haired girl seemed more than confident about being up and about in three days time, but Yuzu figured it was probably the pain medication talking since after her statement she followed it up by saying a fox lady told her.“Try not to move, Karin.” Yuzu whispered as she approached her sister who began lightly squirming in discomfort. “You’ll be dry in no time.” she assured her as she lifted up the sheet and blanket and set it aside to reveal her naked and soaked sister underneath..“No, my blanky.” Karin mumbled still half asleep as she tried reaching for it.“You can have it back after I change you.” Yuzu laughed. “Oh shoot, it leaked.” Clearly Orihime had never diapered an adult before.“What leaked?”“You did.” Yuzu said as she ripped the tabs off exposing the rest of her sister. Once the sound of the ripped tabs filled the otherwise quiet clinic, Karin’s eyes sprung open as she realized what was happening and quickly covered herself with her good hand on instinct. “Not too bad, no worries.”“What happened? What are you doing?” Karin asked in a panic.“You wet your diaper so I’m getting you cleaned up. Nothing to get worked up over.” Nothing to get worked up over?! That’s two nights in a row she wet herself in her sleep. Even worse, her sister was cleaning up after her accident.“Why didn’t you tell me I had to pee?” Karin growled. She knew the lady tricked her into wetting herself and demanded to know why. That feeling she was experiencing was her needing the bathroom and the fox lady had convinced her to wet herself! Karin heard a laugh inside her head as Yuzu looked at her puzzled.“What difference would it have made awake or asleep? You would have had to use the diaper anyway.” The fox explained. “Just thought I’d help you out. First time’s always the hardest. Isn’t that what you always tell the patients?” She said with a laugh.“I didn’t know?” Yuzu said as she looked to Karin for an explanation. After finding none Yuzu sighed and went back to work wiping her sister up with wet wipes. She sure was acting strange Yuzu thought.“I’m sorry.” Karin mumbled quietly as her face burned with shame and embarrassment.“”For what?” Yuzu asked confused as she sprinkled baby powder and began rubbing it into Karins skin making her jump a little at the contact.“For you know….having an accident.” Karin admitted barely above a whisper as her eyes looked everywhere but her sister.“It wouldn’t have made any difference if you were awake or asleep. It’s not like you would have had any other options. Now let me get this on you right this time. There all done.”Yuzu said as she rolled up the used diaper and tossed it into the trashcan along with her gloves. She then covered her sister back up with a sheet and blanket before sitting on the edge of her bed.“Thanks.” Karin mumbled still embarrassed.“I’d lecture you about playing soccer in the street, but I think getting hit by a car is enough of a lesson for one night.” What? Is that what she thinks happened?“So what were you doing tonight?” Karin asked to see what all she remembered.“Umm.” Yuzu said thinking back. “I went with dad to the candy shop while he played cards with the owner and his cat while I hung out with Ururu and Jinta. Everyone kept asking about you and that was before you got hit by the car.”“Oh.” Karin wondered why Yuzu thought she had been hit by a car but she had a feeling she shouldn’t tell her otherwise until she heard the full story from her dad.“Do you need anything before I go back to sleep?” Yuzu asked before she grabbed Kon off her bed. “You can sleep with Bostov if you want.” She offered holding him out facing her. Kon winked and Karin rolled her eyes. “I was just offering geez.”“No! I didn’t mean it at you- I mean, yeah I’ll take him. Thanks, Yuzu.” Karin said accepting Kon as the stuffed lion smiled a little wider. “ Try anything and you’re dead.” she whispered to him before wrapping her good arm around him and snuggling him to her chest to make her sister happy.“I’ll be right here in the bed next to you so just yell if you need anything.” Karin waited until she could hear Yuzu’s deep breathing and light snoring before turning her attention to the stuffed lion.“What happened to Yuzu? Why can’t she remember anything?” Karin whispered.“Urahara wiped her memory of the night at your dads request.” Kon whispered back. “She flipped out when she found out you got hurt from the hollow and started yelling at your dad calling him irresponsible for leaving you alone against it.”“Where did he go? He was right there and then he was gone! If it wasn’t for the fox lady directing me on what to do; I would have died!”“He said the hollow had some sort of teleportation abilities and sent him on the other side of town. He says he feels really bad because you were lying in your own piss when he found you. Were you really that scared?” Kon snickered.“I did not piss myself because I was scared.” Karin hissed trying to hide her embarrassment. “I did it on purpose. I seemed to be generating some kind of electrical activity and he had me in his hand while touching the electrical wire so I figured if I got the both of us wet, it would electrocute him. Which it did.”“Sorry, but it sounds like you just caught a lucky break after wetting yourself in fear. You’re all brawn and no brain, honey.” Kon teased smacking her in the head.“Ow, watch it! My head hurts.” Karin said ready to throw Kon in the trash can with her wet diaper. “Fine, it wasn’t my idea. I met a uh...what do you call it...inner spirit person. Zanpakuto. It was her idea. She saved my life.”“You met your Zanpakuto? Then why aren’t you a soul reaper yet. Only soul reapers can travel to their inner world.”“Hmm, she said I’m not ready yet. She said I have to “overcome my fears” first before she’ll even tell me her name.”“Well your first step is to not piss yourself at the first sight of a hollow.” Kon said as he fell on the bed laughing. Karin pick him up and tossed him in the trash can by her bed listening to the pleasant sounds of Kon’s anguish before closing her eyes and drifting back to sleep.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Karin opened her eyes to find the clinic in full swing, meaning there was two other people in there besides her. She quietly moaned in pain as her head hammered with every sound and the bright fluorescent lighting blinded her. Not only was she in pain, but she knew she was in trouble when she came face to face with the glaring stare of her sister.“Why was Bostov in the trash?” She seethed in anger as she held him in front of Karin’s face. “He smells like your pee now!”“Yuzu, what’s the matter. It’s not like you to yell at our patients. It’s usually Karin I need to worry about.“ Isshin joked as he came in to rescue her from her wrath. “Maybe Bostov said something Karin didn’t like.” He said with a wink causing Karin to weakly smile at the inside joke.“I’m sorry, Yuzu” Karin said faking guilt. “I accidentally smacked him during the night and he fell in the trash. I couldn’t get up and get him because of…” she trailed off looking at her dad for help.“Because of the car accident.” He finished for her. Karin quickly agreed and sighed in relief when Yuzu’s face softened.“Oh, sorry.” Yuzu finally said. “Guess it was just an accident then.” she said setting Kon down on the opposite bed who quickly scowled back at Karen. Karin turned her face away and pretended to be listening to Yuzu while she extended her good arm and flipped the stuffed lion off.“Well, I just came to check on you and see how you were feeling.” Isshin said checking the readings from the monitors that Karin was hooked up to and writing it down on her chart. “I’ll come back later with something for the pain after I check in the other patient. I’m sure you have some business you’d like to take care of first.” He said before walking out and pulling the curtain around the two girls. Karin looked to Yuzu and blushed as she noticed she had a diaper in her hands along with other changing supplies that made Karin aware of her current need.“Do you think I could-” Karin mumbled into her blanket.“Don’t even ask.” Yuzu said cutting her off. “You’re not getting up.” Karin sighed, Yuzu was right after all. She herself had refused to let others up for much less injuries than she had; why would she expect any different treatment? Karin never understood how people had such a hard time with this. All they had to do was pee after all, but as Karin tried, and failed to relax the muscle keeping everything in she realized it was easier said than done. Karin felt Yuzu staring at her as she blushed. Normally Karin couldn’t care less if Yuzu saw her naked, they shared a room together all their life after all, not to mention they were twins. Fraternal twins, but close enough. She had noticed last night this was different. She didn’t like her sister seeing her in such a compromising situation. There was just something about someone else wiping her butt that just didn’t sit right with her. Karin hated people taking care of her, or at least she thought she did as she blushed thinking about her dream the previous night. Was it a dream? It had felt so real and Karin had to admit, the close contact with that woman, whatever her name was, had been just what she needed. At least no one else had to know that happened.“Ready?” Yuzu asked lifting up the blanket as Karin forced it back down with a blush as she looked away. “I can always come back later.” Yuzu said with a sympathetic smile.“Thank you.” Karin mumbled as Yuzu slipped out of the curtain. She wasn’t sure what was more embarrassing. Wetting a diaper in front of her sister or not being able to wet a diaper in front of her sister after being a bitch to other patients having trouble with the same thing. Karin guessed this was Karma biting her in the ass.“Think you’ll be a little more compassionate later?” The voice said in her head.“It’s definitely not as easy as I thought it would be.” Karin whispered feeling more relaxed knowing the mystery woman was with her...sort of. “Why do I feel better and not mortified that you're talking to me while I’m trying to pee?” The woman chuckled.“Do I put you at ease, child?”“Oddly enough.” Karin admitted as she found the woman’s voice and presence soothing her anxiety even in a situation as personal as this.“I don’t know, last night I helped and you weren’t very grateful.” The woman teased. Karen thought back and realized she really had done her a favor. “Well I guess since you now understand, i’ll help you out again.” Karin smiled but wondered what was going to happen. Was she going to take away her control? The woman laughed again. “No, nothing like that. Just close your eyes and listen to my voice. Think about last night. Imagine you are in my arms once again and I am rocking you as you drift to sleep.” The woman said as Karin listened as she imagined herself back in the forest and at total peace. She could feel the urge to pee coming as she tried not to fight it. “That’s it, just relax and let everything out.” The woman encouraged as Karin was finally able to start. She put her hand on the outside of the diaper as she felt it grow warm and start expanding until finally she was completely empty. She closed her eyes again and sighed in relief. The pressure was painful against her bruised pelvis and she wondered if that was why she was having trouble going.“Thank you.” Karin quietly said as she waited for Yuzu to come back. She waited and waited until the wet diaper cooled and became irritable. “Hello?” she finally called out as the mere thought of spending one more minute in that cold diaper was torture.“Whatcha need?” Isshin called out from the other side of the curtain.“Where’s Yuzu?” Karin asked.“She went to school already. Can I come in?” He said popping his head in before she had a chance to respond. “Was there something you needed?” She was about to just say no but she remembered her mission for the day.“I need a …” Karin mumbled into her blanket.“What was that?” her dad asked coming closer.Karin swallowed and a took a deep breath. “A change.” she admitted still looking down.“A change of wha- oh.” He said as he noticed the supplies left by Yuzu and Karins red face.. “She didn’t take care of this before she left?” he asked annoyed as he ran his hand through his hair.“She tried to but I couldn’t” Karin began pausing to swallow the lump that was forming in her throat. “I wouldn’t have if I had known she had left. I would have just held it.”“No, Karin. I’m not going to ask that of you. Even a half full bladder is going to cause you pain right now. If you let your bladder fill too much right now, you’ll only irritate your swollen pelvis and you might have trouble going like you experienced. I should have mentioned something.” Isshin explained. “You shouldn’t have problems if you go at least once an hour, but if you wait any longer than that you could cause yourself unnecessary discomfort.”“Well, speaking of unnecessary discomfort.” Karin grimaced. Isshin lifted the sheets up Karins legs as Karin protested.“Don’t worry, I won’t take it off. I’m just going to take a look.” He said feeling the diaper by poking it with his hand. “You’re not in any danger of leaking, don’t worry. You can probably use it a few more times even.” Karin looked horrified by this news. How long was she going to have to sit in this disgusting thing? “We’ll figure something out don’t worry.” Isshin said before he left and later returned with a glass of water and pain pills for her to take. “Try and get some rest.” he said before pulling the curtain closed and leaving her there to wallow in her own bodily fluids.It grossed her out tremendously, but Karin followed her dad’s advice about going at least once an hour to avoid any pain. By the third wetting she was positive of two things: Firstly the diaper could hold no more and secondly; she was positive she had a rash. Her face felt like it had a permanent look of disgust and discomfort from her raw and itchy bottom. To pass the time she listened to the going ons of the clinic. One sprained ankle during a morning jog, one sinus infection, two pre-employment drug screens, a sports physical, and Karin didn’t even want to know the location of the rash her father was checking out for his last patient. The boredom and pain finally took their toll as she drifted in and out of sleep until a familiar voice caused her to open her eyes.“Yeah, I’m back in town on a recon trip. There’s been some reports of strange hollow activity again in the neighborhood. Since Ichigo can no longer take care of it and the Quincy’s methods are too brutal, they want me to look into it for a little while. I just came by to say hi.” The girl said.“Well, it’s nice to see you again. Where are you staying?” Isshin asked.“I’ll be staying with Orihime this time. I think it’s better if I don’t let Ichigo know I’m in town.” The girl explained. “Although I really am going to miss Yuzu’s cooking. Orihime’s recipes are a little…inedible.” she admitted after a pause. Karin quickly realized she wasn’t the only one who recognized who the voice belonged to as Kon quickly sprung to his stuffed feet from his lying position on the bed.“Could it really be!” Kon exclaimed as they heard a deep sigh come from the girl.“What are you doing in here, Kon?” The girl said annoyed as she popped her head in to scold the mod soul. “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t know anyone was in he- Karin!”“Hello, Rukia. It’s been awhile.” Karin said sheepishly smiling at the short raven haired girl.“What happened to you?” She asked as she pulled back the curtain to get a better look at her. There were bandages all over her and even her neck was in a brace.“Hmm, I think the rumor is I was playing in the street and got hit by a car.” Karin said as she watched Rukia roll her eyes at her.“How could you be so irresponsible?’ Rukia scolded.“Actually, that’s just what we are telling people like Yuzu who aren’t in the loop with everything.” Isshin explained. “Karin’s been leaking spiritual pressure worse than Ichigo. It was only a matter of time before a hollow came. For whatever reason Orihime’s powers seem to have no affect so once she feels better we will be working with her on the possibility of her taking over for Ichigo as a substitute soul reaper.”“Don’t look at me, I’m not giving any more of my powers to your kids.” Rukia said crossing her arms.“She has enough of her own thanks, don’t worry.” Isshin said remembering the jolt he got the previous night.“Oh, yeah so while I was out I met my zanpakuto.” Karin stated as if she had just mentioned what she had for lunch. “She’s a Kitsune.”“What?” Rukia said ogling at her. “That’s not possible, is it?”Isshin shrugged. “I wouldn’t be surprised. She had mentioned something about a fox last night and she’s been exhibiting strange electrical phenomenon. It could be possible she’s managed to tap into her soul reaper powers unassisted. It would explain the problems she’s been having.”“But she’s not even a soul reaper. How is this possible?”“Soul reapers are found and trained after death, but my kids are a little different. They were born already having those powers inside of them. Ichigo needed to nearly die before obtaining his. Karin on the other hand has shown much earlier development. Karin, do you know your zanpakuto’s name?”“No, she says i’m not ready for it until certain circumstances are met.”“Amazing.” Rukia said studying Karin. “I’m headed over to Orihime’s apartment now; it was nice seeing you all again. Good luck with everything.” She said waving to Karin.“Now’s your chance, little one.” the Kitsune said. “Show me you are not afraid.” Karin moaned internally. She had been waiting for some soccer mom to come into the clinic with 5 kids where she would remain anonymous, not an old friend. The thought of being in this soaked diaper any longer on the other hand was equally unbearable. She saw Rukia head for the door as a wave of panic and desperation overcame her and before she could stop herself she yelled out to her to wait.“Could you, umm, help me with something, please.” Karin quietly asked as her eyes fell to the floor. Rukia had never seen Karin look so flustered before. Wait, was she blushing? Rukia had never seen Karin show much more emotion than contempt and annoyance. She had even said please. Rukia came closer as her curiosity had gotten the better of her.“What is it?” Rukia asked a little softer than she normally would once she saw the look of desperation and humiliation on the younger girls face. The lump in Karin’s throat prevented her from coming right out and asking so instead she pointed to the changing supplies still sitting on the edge of her bed. Before Rukia could protest, Isshin had handed her a pair of gloves, thanked her by nearly crushing her in a bear hug and closed the curtain around them. What had she just gotten herself into? She was about to say “no way!” but the look on Karin’s face broke her heart. She slipped on the gloves and sighed. Here the Vice Captain of the 11th Division and member of the Kuchiki clan was about to change a human girls diaper. This had better not make its way back to her brother. |
SHORT NOTE : This contains Yuri( or a little bit of it) So if stories with Yuri is uncomfortable for you, then don't read any further. And have a nice day.
For those who are reading this, you have been "warned". So lets go on this story together! *Stretches out my hand to yours*
After my chalet with my friends(not to be confused with my chalet story cause that was pure fiction.) I had another outing with my family in which we would drive long distances to reach our destination. Having almost suffered from mild dehydration and heatstroke during the chalet, I had to be constantly hydrated and felt light-headed easily at times but my sister was there to help me so it wasn't that bad after a few days.
So the night before I was nervous if I could even get well in time before the trip, and I was quite excited for it which I don't have the reason to. So I stayed up for hours past midnight but fell asleep the moment I saw the sunrise.
My short rest was abruptly disrupted when I heard noises outside my room, where yelling and moving of objects were heard in the distance. As blurry as I was when I woke up seeing a shady figure opening the door and approaching me, grabbing my hand and said "What did you do last night? Get up!" and I woke up and rushed to get prepared, get a bathe, get something to eat, and don't be late. Rushing for dear life( as I would say it) I began to feel light headed, and no one was there at the time so I decided to take a rest, the rest of the family, still packing and loading the objects to the car are oblivious, but my sister came and saw me almost half dead lying on the sofa and tried to do something. She then went to the kitchen and made a drink which looked like orange juice( It's like those tablets that dissolve in water to give it a taste and etc.) and told me to finish it, which of course I knew was impossible since the bottle was about 1L, " trust me, its for your own good." my sister assured me as she slowly put the bottle to my mouth. The drink was about half finished when I stopped for awhile, still lying on the sofa, spilling a little bit of the drink on my and her hand. She looks in shock but continues to make me have the drink. After drinking and spilling a bit of it, I got up as my sister was cleaning it, our parents called us to tell us to get ready as we are going soon.
The car ride was quite smooth earlier on, had occasional stops here and there to rest and use the restrooms, but for some reason, I didn't have the urge to use the restroom. Discomfort began to settle in after the last stop we had, since it was going to be a long ride to reach there, and there were no stops in between and I still didn't have the urge until then. I tried to distract myself by using my earpieces to listen to music, which work for a while but the pressure came back and even made my squirm a little bit. Beautiful greenery before the sunset helped to distract me but not for long, night came and I was getting really anxious, knowing that there wouldn't be any stops till we reached there, my sister on the other hand had a smile on her face, smiling at my agony in the cover of darkness.
I tried to hold it in through night, and it felt so bad, I stayed awake for the whole... again. The only people awake was my father, who was driving and me squirming in the dark, hoping that he or anyone would see me in such a state. My sister, who was asleep was leaning on the car door, with a look of no worries on her face, I already had been up the night before and having to stay up again was quite a experience for me, but I tried, without my father noticing, leaned towards my sister and put my head on her thigh, while still looking ahead of the car to make sure my father wouldn't comment about what happened. And In the warmth of my sister's body, I dozed off and fell asleep.
Cold nights and combining the fact that I was being moved shook me but I couldn't move at all. "Ohh, well it looks like someone got up early." my sister says as I woke up in a different position, my head was on her thigh a while ago, and now I'm now on the other side of the car, and she is leaning on me this time! "Hey.. What are you doing.. Its still night.." My groggy voice replies to her, she gets closer to me but doesn't say anything. I begin to feel a hand on my leg, moving closer and closer to my crotch, then of all a sudden, the desperation hits, and it was like I never expected, making me squirm in a noticeable way. My sister chuckles at me, looking at my reaction, as she continues to touch me, but her hand seems to go higher and higher, its as if she is trying to make me more uncomfortable till I have to wet myself, which is embarrassing just by thinking about it. The urge was building up much faster as she gets really close to me, "Just stop, I may really have to go here if you keep doing this." I mumbled to her and she smiled, before pressing my bladder area really hard, she had a great laugh out of my misery.
"Um, dad? Can I-" My sentenced was interrupted by my sister saying "Can we know how close are we to the destination?", my father had a curious look and replied "Roughly in an hour's time, lets just hope there wont be much traffic when we reach". " Oh okay!" my sister cheerfully replies, turns back to me and whispered "Awww yea", I knew that at that point of time, that I would have to either do it in the car, or something else.
My face begins to get red, just by thinking about it, I try to hide my face by looking down, but my sister moved my hair to a side and look from below, shocking me and causing me to accidentally feel some wetness in my pants. "You really are going to wet yourself?" she asked, looking at how I already have been squirming for a long while, "I blame you ok?" I mumbled my words to her since it was weird to say it out loud. She then tried to poke my sides, to tickle me, of course I laugh and push her away, "Don't worry, I'll take responsibility" She whispers close to my ear as she continues, intensifying the strength and speed of the movements from her and me, surprisingly my father didn't seem to mind the noise we were making.
I was starting to lose control of my bladder and was going to wet myself, but I only felt small spots of it wetting my pants, "Okay okay stop!" I tell my sister off, I think she knows that I at my limit already, because she is getting closer to me. "You're going to?" she whispered, in shock, knowing that joking time was long over. "I have to choice" I looked away as I told her that, I don't want people to see me in such a humiliating state. She then pushes my bladder area, "What are you doing?" I react, "If you have to, its now or never, before sunrise", the soft reply calmed me down but I was very unsure of what to expect. "You ready? Cause here goes." She begins to push my bladder at various strengths, some were hard and some weren't, "Just close your eyes, don't make much noise, and it'll be over before you know it" my sister whispers, all I know was this will be embarrassing.
Really trying to keep it together but I didn't have any alternative options so I just had to drop my pride and wet myself, " Oh d**n!" my sister almost yells out, seeing the liquid flowing down the car seat, I squealed a little bit as I feel the wetness from my crotch, down my pants and onto my shoes, but I stop halfway, almost in tears. " I can't.." I mumble again, but my sister just keeps going, pushing it harder and harder, I make noises, and more liquid flows out more and more. "Hey, what is going on back there?" the voice of out father breaks the "silence", "Why is your younger sister crying then?" he starts to sound stern and somewhat angry, being a smooth talker, my sister quickly replies "She just a text from her crush, she got rejected!", "Wait what? N-" I am interrupted again as she pushes my bladder area even more, to keep me quiet, "Shhhh" she says after that.
Eventually, after wetting myself completely, my sister looks at me, while I'm in tears, and solemnly says "I am really sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen." She begins to have water in her eyes too "I tried to make you feel better but.. It got worse." I could see the guilt in her and how serious she was. I couldn't say anything as I just was in shock, embarrassment and being surrounded in my own pee.
After a short while, my sister told me "Don't move, like at all." in hopes it would dry before it reached, and somehow, most of it got dry, but we covered the areas that weren't by "spilling" water on the seats. That was one unrealistic experience for me. |
A word of thanks: I would like to thank Frosty for co-writing this short story with me. She is a wonderful person always there when I need her help.She is one of the best people I’ve met on this forum and it won’t be enough to say that I’m a huge fan of her work. It is really hard to find people like her and I think I’m really lucky to have her guiding and supporting hand to show me the right way.I truly look forward to working with her again in the future. Thank you Frosty! You are the best!.........................................................................................................................................................................................................................“...and thank you all for coming!” Kristen breathed through the mike, marking the end of the press conference for her new movie. She and her co-star Ashley Greene were making a round of personal appearances to help promote the final film in the Twilight series.She followed Ashley out of the room amidst the flash of cameras and journalists calling out their names, sighing softly to herself.A day of promotional appearances and meetings in New York had left the two of them exhausted. As they walked down the hallway together surrounded by bodyguards, Kristen looked visibly frantic and bouncy.Both girls got into the back seat of the stretch limo which awaited them in the driveway and settled in for the ride back to their hotel.Kristen didn’t delay in crossing her legs as soon as she sat down. She was getting really desperate for the toilets now.She rubbed her thighs with both hands in a slow but firm motion, barely resisting the urge to grab her crotch while she took short breaths, trying to sit up as stiffly as possible.“Phew, that was the last one for today,” Ashley said. “I'm so glad we’re done; six of those in a row would test anyone’s patience!”She knew how much Kristen disliked this part of the business, putting up with it as a necessary evil, but as she glanced over towards her friend it was obvious that there was something more than the usual fatigue and irritation going on inside the girl sitting next to her.“You look tense, is everything okay?” Ashley whispered, after closing the privacy window to make sure her words wouldn’t be overheard by the driver.“Oh it’s nothing, I just really have to go the bathroom,” Kristen said and sighed, closing her eyes shut for a moment.Who was she kidding? She was going absolutely out of her mind from needing to pee so badly, and it would have been obvious to anyone who looked at her that she was frantic.“We’ll be at the hotel before you even know it, honey...” Ashley assured her, taking her co-star’s hand and holding it for a moment.But Kristen was growing less sure of herself, she could feel her pee hole pulsating, about to burst open at any moment.God, how long had she been holding for?From the time she left her hotel room this morning until now, Kristen had been to the bathroom only once during their break for lunch, not to mention the amount of water she had been drinking the whole day. Kristen was totally desperate to pee; her bladder felt so full it was bulging out like a melon.Just then she felt a few drops escape into her panties, and tears began to well up in her eyes as she grabbed her crotch in agony.She was shivering with the effort of trying to hold it in, but she knew her control was slipping.“Are you okay?” Ashley asked, her concern evident from her tone.“I don’t think I'm going to make it to the hotel…” Kristen gasped as her tears rolled down her pretty face.Ashley could tell she wasn’t joking but there was not much she could do to help her friend.As the car stopped at a traffic signal, Kristen accidentally let out a significant stream of pee into her panties.She grabbed her crotch harder and crossed her legs, trying to hold on with every last bit of strength left inside her, but now she could feel a little wetness spreading from her crotch all the way down to her bottom.She was breathing heavily, almost panting with desperation now, her lithe body wracked with shivers, and Kristen knew she wouldn’t be able to last much longer.“Ash… OMG, I’m losing it…” was all Kristen could say before involuntarily shooting out another long stream of urine into her panties.This was it, she just couldn’t hold it any longer and her deliriously tired sphincters gave way as pee exploded out of her.“Please no, not now!” Kristen cried out, bending forward a little and grabbing her crotch with both her hands in a last ditch effort to hold on, but it was of no use, the dam had finally burst.“Oh no…” Ashley cried. From the sound of the loud hissing noise, she could tell that Kristen was uncontrollably wetting herself.A strong and steady torrent continued to make its way out and before long a pool of urine had collected on the seat around Kristen.As the wet patch on the seat grew beside her, Ashley couldn’t believe her eyes.She wondered how long Kristen had been holding to have an accident that big.Kristen just wept miserably as she hid her face with her hands, unable to hold back her pee or her tears any longer.What would Ashley think of her, being an ace celebrity and unable to control her bladder?The back of her jeans was soaked with pee and she could feel the wetness on her bottom all the way down to her knees.Ashley felt confused; she wasn't quite sure what to say or do to make the situation any better for Kristen.“Honey…before we step outside, I want you to wrap this around your waist” Ashley said, handing over her jacket to Kristen. It would definitely help her conceal the accident.Kristen obliged, both surprised and grateful that Ashley was trying to help her out.“You’re being so nice to me, even though I’ve been such a bitch,” Kristen sobbed.You haven’t been a bitch for no reason,“ Ashley said, putting an arm round Kristen to comfort her.“You’re tired and stressed, and all that stuff with Robert hasn’t helped either.”Kristen’s much-publicized real life breakup with her male co-star was one of the reasons she was doing publicity with Ashley this time around instead of with the boy who played Edward to her Bella in the series. She didn’t answer, but only sobbed a bit more quietly.As they finally reached their hotel, Kristen stepped out of the car, her head bowed down in embarrassment and shame as she kept crying and let tears flood her face.People recognized her in an instant but her standoffish body language kept them at bay.Once they were safely back in her room, Ashley tried to comfort Kirsten, who just couldn’t stop crying.“It’s okay, my sweetheart… things like this happen to all of us… just because we're celebrities doesn’t mean we aren’t human beings!” Ashley said, rubbing Kristen’s back.“Really? When was the last time you wet yourself like a two year old girl ?” Kristen said through her tears.“It wasn’t all that long ago," Ashley said with a giggle.“Remember that bar in Paris? I had to go so badly on the way back to the hotel, omg…”“You sure looked desperate, but you didn’t… did you?”It was Kristen’s turn to giggle now.“Oh, yes, I did… I got all the way back to the hotel, and I really thought I was going to make it, but then I peed my pants right there in the hallway outside my room, trying to get the door open!”Ashley laughed at the memory as she continued to stroke her friend’s back gently.Her words and her touch had such a soothing effect on Kristen, she opened her arms to hug Ashley now.Kristen murmured, “I wish I’d been there to see that.”“So you could make fun of me?” Ashley joked.“No… it… it kind of… turns me on,” Kristen said softly, her eyes downcast now.“Really?” Ashley cupped her chin and lifted her face to look directly into her eyes. “Um…. because… I feel the same way!”“OMG, we’re SO weird,” Kristen said, and then the two of them started giggling together, which then became a full-on laughing fit.“OMG, I think I just peed!” Ashley said between peals of uncontrollable laughter.Kristen stopped long enough to gasp, “I just did again too!”As they sat there next to each other, something happened.It was like a jolt of electricity passing through their bodies.They looked into each other’s eyes and then… they kissed.Ashley gently nibbled on Kristen’s lower lip; it felt so soft and plump between her sharp teeth. Then, unable to control herself any longer, she covered Kristen’s throat with kisses, her trembling hands caressing her friend's small breasts. This rush of emotions made Kristen completely forget about the accident she just had. She slid her hand into Ashley's damp panties, stroking her gently with her fingertips as she felt the wetness there which answered her own.Ashley responded by pressing her whole body tightly up against Kristen's now and wrapping her arms around her."OK, maybe we are just a little weird, around the edges," Ashley said softly, then bared her fangs and bit deeply into Kristen's neck.
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A/N: Another commission of mine. This time, they wanted something involving Dipper. The time setting I went with was during the time when Dipper was trying to crack the laptop's password.
Ever since arriving in Gravity Falls with his sister, Dipper Pines had been amazed at all the unusual happenings, and, more than anything, wanted to know what was going on. He jumped at the chance to obtain any new information, and would rack his brain as he studied up on it. More often than not, one would find him with his head buried in the journal, or out exploring some new lead.
So when he obtained the laptop, he knew that he had to dedicate all of his energy to uncovering what was on it. Finally, he had the chance to get some real answers, after all this time. Finally, he could see the truth behind every weird occurrence that he had seen over the summer. Finally, he was almost there.
Now all he had to do was figure out the damn password.
He had been working nonstop, trying as many combinations and words as he could. He had occasionally had Mabel to help, but with her so focused on her puppet show, he was usually on his own for most of the time, which made for very slow goings. He would be at it for hours and hours at a time, and whenever he wasn't working on that, he was stuck helping Mabel. Really, he didn't even have time to sleep, and it got to the point that he was unable to keep his eyes open during the day.
Staying up late was pointless if he couldn't be productive in the daytime. And so he decided he would have to find some way to keep himself awake no matter how tired he was, and took up drinking energy drinks. Though the taste was less than pleasant, he got used to it soon enough, and it got the job done. He knew that the caffeine wasn't the best for him, but he'd worry more about his health when he'd figured out the password.
~X~
After another fruitless night of password attempts and two hours of the sleep, Dipper was woken by the sounds of Mabel getting to work on her puppet show. All the better, he thought. Now I can get a really early start on it.
He said a distracted “good morning” to his twin, who gave an equally distracted reply, and they both got down to their respective projects. Within a few minutes of starting, he could already feel his eyes drooping and knew it was time for his first energy drink of the day.
After he had polished it off, he got right back to his desk. He didn't even wait for the effects to start kicking in before he got started. He couldn't waste a single moment on his exhaustion. And with that in mind, he started drinking a second while he worked.
When the buzz of the caffeine took over, his work quickened a bit, and so did rate at which he took sips from his drink. Soon, he was starting a third, hoping that by piling them up on each other, he would be able to make the effects last longer and could work uninterrupted from that point on.
And he was able to work uninterrupted for a long time. It wasn't until an hour or so in that he began to notice the twinges in his bladder becoming uncomfortable. He had started feeling the need some time ago, but had ignored it as it hadn't been too bad up to this point. Now, though, he started to think that a break was in order soon. But, first, he had seventy five more potential passwords to try.
He found it was a lot easier to focus on the task at hand and ignore his bladder if he squirmed a lot in his chair. Mabel was in and out, fetching different things, and he tried to avoid doing it for as long as possible whenever she was in the room. It wasn't as if he was uncomfortable around her about it; twins share just about everything at some point or another. It was just that he knew she would scold him for forcing himself to hold it while he worked so hard.
Still, he found it torturous to try to hold completely still whenever she was in the room and would find some excuse to move every now and then that wouldn't look completely suspicious. Just a little bit more, and then it would be perfectly okay for him to take a short break.
With only sixty passwords left to try, he started to wonder if he would even make it to the end of the list. When he couldn't move around constantly, it made holding incredibly hard, and Mabel seemed to be completely stationary in the room now. Even if he wanted to get up and go early, he knew that his walk to the bathroom would be impossible without stops to regain his composure, and he didn't want anyone to witness that.
He began to squirm a bit more openly, hoping she was absorbed enough in her work that she wouldn't notice. He was nearly at his breaking point, and if he didn't do something to alleviate the pressure, it would be game over for him. After trying five more that didn't work, he was squirming so much that if she even glanced at him, she would know exactly what was going on.
“Hey, Dipper?” she asked suddenly.
“Y-yeah, Mabel?” he answered, trying to sound calm but failing a bit.
“Can you help me glue the eyes on the rest of these puppets? It'll go a lot faster if we do it together, and I'm really behind on schedule,” she said.
“I...sure,” he said, though he wondered if he would actually be able to make it through an entire session of puppet-eye-gluing. When he stood up, the pressure on his bladder caused his knees to buckle and he knew there was no getting around it- he had to go to the bathroom right that second.
“But, uh, hold on just one second, I'm gonna run to the bathroom,” he said, trying to take a step. As he did, a wave of desperation hit him that almost knocked him off, and he shoved a hand between his legs to stop himself from losing control right there.
“Can't you wait a little bit? I really need your he-” Her voice broke off as she finally turned around to look at him. His face turned red. “Oh. I guess you can't. Dipper, what did I tell you about not overworking yourself?”
“I know, Mabel, and it won't happen again, I just really-”
“Honestly, it's not healthy to be that obsessed with something,” she said, not seeming to realize she had one of the puppet's googly eyes glued to her cheek. “You shouldn't just sit there all day working on that, at least not when you need to go to the bathroom. I mean-”
“Mabel!”
“Hold on, Dipper, I'm lecturing! Anyway, as I was saying, if you're letting it get to that point, I don't even know if...you...should...”
She trailed off because she was interrupted by the sound of fluid splashing on the floor. He threw his hands up to avoid getting them wetter, as he lost his battle. His shorts were soon completely soaked as it ran down his legs, pooling on the floor and drenching his socks and shoes. He closed his eyes tightly, blushing a dark shade of red as he wet himself.
When the room fell silent, and he had finally finished, there was a long pause before she said, “I...I'm sorry. I didn't know you weren't gonna...”
Dipper sighed, hanging his head. “Yeah, well, I did.”
“Hey, hey, it's okay,” she said, getting up and walking over to him. She put an arm around him and said, “Really, don't worry about it.”
“What do you mean, 'don't worry about it'? I wet myself like some little kid! You were right, I shouldn't have pushed myself so hard...I'm so stupid!”
“No, Dipper, shhh. It's okay. It happens sometimes. You really don't need to worry about it. It's mostly my fault for stopping you anyway,” she said. “I'll help you clean up, and we can keep this our secret.”
“Really?” he asked, starting to cheer up a little bit. “You promise you won't tell anyone? Not even your friends?”
“Not even my friends!”
“Not under any circumstances?”
“Not under any circumstances!”
Finally, Dipper smiled. It hadn't been the best of days, but he knew he could always count on his sister to have his back. |
Hey guys and gals, this is just a short chapter in the Amy saga as a booster before the next story. I had an idea suggested to me for the next story but I felt it would have been too much of a jump forward from the last one so I wrote this as a bridge to introduce themes for the next chapter. Warning contains masturbation at the end. Hope you enjoy
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As she awoke the sound of people chatting filled her ears. She slowly opened her eyes allowing them to adjust to the light. She looked towards the open window and realised who ever was chatting were outside. She listened to their conversation getting quieter as they walked down the street until all she could hear was the soft breathing behind her. She glanced over at the clock next to the bed, smiling when she saw it was only half past 8. As she moved back under the duvet she felt his arm snaked across her and she felt a rush of happiness flood through her. She rolled over and snuggled into him. The past couple of weeks had been the happiest of her life. For the first time in years she had a boyfriend. After dating many many terrible guys she had given up on relationships but now she had found the perfect guy. Not only was he everything she wanted in a boyfriend he also had something special which made her love him more. She had recently discovered her fetish for holding her pee and making herself desperate and the feeling of wetting herself. At first it had freaked her out but once she had found out many other people enjoy the same thing she learned to love it and began experimenting. She had found that it turned her on more than anything else. After accidentally wetting herself.....twice....in front of Jack she had discovered that he shared the same fetish. Unlike her he had had the fetish all his life. She laughed to herself as she thought back to when he had told her and he had been all embarrassed about it. His face when she told him she liked being desperate and wetting herself was priceless. The night she told him they stayed up for hours talking about it and learning about each others likes and interests. Over the past couple of weeks she had fulfilled a couple of his fantasies. He had never had a woman be desperate and holding on purpose in front of him so she had done that which he thoroughly enjoyed. He had also always wanted to be in control of someone's desperation which she obliged and let him decide how long she had to hold it. At first it was strange for her but she enjoyed his dominance over her and she loved every second of it.
She suddenly noticed her bladder. All the thoughts of being desperate and peeing had set her bladder off. It was quite full as per usual when she woke up. She remembered how she used to wake up busting for a pee and would run to the bathroom. Now she loved laying in bed squirming and holding herself until she literally couldn't hold it anymore and then dashed off to pee. She slid her hand between her legs and held herself as she gently wiggled. She laid for fifteen minutes enjoying the feeling of her bladder swelling. Suddenly his arm pulled her close and he whispered good morning. She turned round and found Jack looking at her smiling. She said good morning and leaned in and kissed him. They laid for a while chatting, deciding what their plans for the day were. All the while her bladder continued to fill. A wave of desperation washed over her and she felt her fingers dampen as a trickle of pee escaped her pee hole and dampened her knickers. She moaned softly and decided to go and relieve her aching bladder. She swung her legs over the edge and went to stand up. He grabbed her hand and pulled her back onto the bed as he said “mmmm don't get up yet, lets lay here for a while”.
She giggled and said “we can lay here all day if you want but right now I have to pee”. She went to stand up again but his hand stayed gripped on her arm. “All the more reason to stay” he said. She decided she could hold a bit longer and got back into bed. He slowly ran his hand across her stomach making her wince as his fingers traced over her bulging bladder. She put her hand back between her legs and began squirming. She moaned and said how badly she needed to wee. Partly because it was true but mostly because she knew it was turning him on. He pulled back the duvet and looked at her half naked body squirming around in desperation. He smiled and made a kiss action as he looked up and down her. She felt herself dampen with arousal as she felt his eyes on her body. Her arousal only intensified when she saw she wasn't the only one with a bulge. As the time passed she got more and more desperate. She started leaking and desperately needed to dash and relieve herself. She begged him to let her go before she wet herself. He just shook his head. She told him she would pee in the shower and he could watch but again he shook his head. He smiled and said “I want you to do it here”. She looked at him shocked. “I...I ….I can't do it here, not in your bed”. He laughed and said “you won't have much choice cos im not letting you go”. The sudden dominance in his voice made her pussy quiver with excitement. She loved that he was making her hold on but she really didn't want to pee all over his bed. She moaned as she suddenly spurted into her knickers. She told him she was starting to wet herself and was about to have an accident. He winked at her and said “is that so, let me see”. She looked at him confused as to what he meant then moaned out as his hand slid down and felt her knickers. She flooded with embarrassment. He was touching her pee soaked knickers and she suddenly felt really embarrassed about it, yet at the same time incredibly turned on. He ran his fingers up her knickers and said “hmmm, i'm not sure this all pee is it Amy”. She felt her cheeks burn red as he said this. He laughed and said “i had better investigate”.
Before she could say anything his hand slid into her knickers and his fingers ran up her slit. She moaned and squirmed at his touch. He smiled at the response and began to gently stroke her pussy. She laid back moaning as his strokes over her lips and clit sent pleasure rushing through her. The feeling of her bursting bladder coupled with the pleasure he was giving had her on the edge of orgasm in no time at all. Each time a wave of pleasure hit her she spurted pee onto his fingers. The first few times she had been so embarrassed and was worried he would find it gross or something but he didn't and she laid back and let it happen. She felt herself getting closer and closer to cumming. She was stuck, she knew if she came she would lose control and pee all over his bed but at the same time she didn't want him to stop. Suddenly he pushed down on her bladder making her squirt pee out of her pee hole. She squealed and screamed “noooo, if you do that I will pee myself”. He looked at her and said “in that case” and pushed down again. He told her to let go. She couldn't hold it any longer and started to pee. As the pee rushed out of her pee hole he continued rubbing her clit. The pleasure went into overload and she screamed out “OH GOD JACK MAKE ME CUM”. She shocked herself. She had no idea where that had come from. He must bring out her dirty side. He rubbed faster and her back arched as she exploded in orgasm. She laid back as the feeling washed over her. The feeling of pleasure ripping through her as she pee'd everywhere was a feeling like none she had felt before.
Eventually the orgasm died down and her bladder finished emptying. She laid back panting as aftershocks hit her. As she laid back she felt wet and realised her pee puddle had spread up the sheets and was now under her back. It felt so nice and warm and she wriggled around in it. Jack laid down next to her and kissed her long and hard. She had felt embarrassed before about spurting on his fingers. Now he was laid in a puddle of her pee and she had never been more turned on in her life. After laying for a while they went and shared a hot steamy shower together and as she was drying off he pulled the sheets off the bed and she noticed something over the mattress. She walked over and felt it. It was like a plastic cover. She asked what it was and he said “oh erm....its a hard plastic cover I put on, I used to have a soft one but it would rustle and scrunch up, this one is better”. She looked puzzled and said “OK, but why do you have a plastic cover”. He looked nervously and said “well kind of for this reason, I enjoy wetting the bed occasionally and this protects the mattress”. She laughed and said “I might have to get one for my bed, after all, I want you to do that to me again and my mattress needs protecting too, but for now lets test this one again” She said winking as she dropped her towel...... |
A/N: Completed another commission. This time I was asked to write a story in which Justin casts a spell on Alex and Harper to make them desperate as a prank.
Justin was dreading a long and boring day working in the sandwich shop. His parents would be done for the day, and he had been left in charge, with Alex and Harper working alongside him.
The latter seemed to be taking the work very seriously, and whether it was because she had a strong work ethic or because she wanted to impress him, he wasn't sure. The former, on the other hand, was bored out of her mind already and had no interest in spending her Saturday working. Though he could relate to Alex in that regard, he found her near constant complaining to be beyond annoying. It was hard enough to work without listening to that.
Really, with the two girls there, and a long day of boredom looming on the horizon, he didn't have much of a choice. He had to do something to make things a little bit more entertaining for himself, or else he would go out of his mind.
Having spent so many years of his life learning spells, it was only natural that he would happen upon some less than savory ones that he was sure were well on their way to being banned. But until they were, there was no harm in using one every now and then, right? And today seemed like the perfect day to try one out, considering the bathrooms were closed and they were instructed not to go upstairs under any circumstances if there was a customer.
He waited until they were down to one customer, and first cast a spell that would make them blissfully unaware of what was going on behind the counter. He still wanted to preserve some of his little sister's and her friend's dignity...though not much of it.
Then, making sure the two girls were caught up in conversation and oblivious to what he was doing, he cast the spell on them and waited for it to begin to take effect.
It wasn't long before he noticed Harper blushing and fidgeting a bit. He had predicted this; though they would progress at about the same rate, Alex would be able to keep her outward cool a bit longer than her friend. Still, he knew that she would definitely be feeling something about now.
Harper's squirming became a bit more furious as she looked around nervously. The one customer still sat alone at his table, eating slowly, showing no sign of leaving any time soon. Everything seemed to be going as planned.
He noticed Alex fidget a bit in place and knew that she must be feeling quite a bit now to actually let on. She probably also knew that Harper was experiencing the same thing. For now, though, they both kept quiet about their growing desperation, but he knew that they would no be able to keep it a “secret” from him for very long. The spell worked at a very rapid pace, making them feel incredibly desperate from nothing, and quickly pushing them past their breaking points.
When Alex crossed her legs, she tried to make it look casual, but Harper was quick to follow suit and was much less subtle about it. He wondered which one of them would be the first to go, though it seemed pretty obvious to him that it would be Harper. Alex had always been tough about those sorts of things. After all, she was able to hide it for longer. Harper just seemed the sort to have a weak bladder.
“When do yo think that guy is gonna leave?” she asked Alex quietly.
“I dunno, but you're just gonna have to wait until then,” she replied.
“I'm not sure that I can,” she whispered.
“Well, you're gonna have to. I'm sure you'll be fine, he can't stay for too much longer.”
“But, Alex...”
“I told you, you'll be fine. There's nothing to worry about.” Still, Alex uncrossed and recrossed her legs as she said this.
A bonus to the spell was that it eventually made the victim oblivious to the presence of the caster. He presumed that this feature was added so that the caster could enjoy the situation to its fullest. They had started to forget he was even there and would soon not bother to hide their desperation from him.
It wasn't long before Alex said, “I d really wish this guy would leave, though. I mean, I know where you're coming from.” She jiggled her knees.
“You too?” asked Harper with a sympathetic face.
“Yeah, a little bit,” she lied. It was, of course, far beyond the point of being considered “a little bit”, but she still tried to play it cool.
“I really don't think I'm going to make it much longer, I really can't hold it.”
“Come on, you can totally make it,” Alex said, biting her own lip. “We both just have to hold it a little bit longer.
“I really, really don't think I'm gonna make it,” she whined, wiggling and dancing in place.
Alex clenched her fist, hitting it against her thigh and jiggling her knees again. She rocked back and forth on her heels and Justin noticed a huge shift in her expression. She looked suddenly panicked, as if she had just realized there was no way either of them could make it.
Harper suddenly squeaked and jammed her hands under her dress, bouncing up and down in place. Alex looked horrified, and checked to see if the customer noticed, but, of course, he hadn't.
“Harper, cut it out,” she said, and Justin had to resist the urge to laugh.
“I can't,” she said, her voice a half sob. “I'm really, really going to wet myself!”
“No, you're not! Neither of us are. Come on, just hold it in!” But he knew that Alex herself was near her limit, and her movements became even more frantic. She could no longer try to play it cool.
He could tell that his entertainment was about to reach its peak; Harper looked close to tears and was dancing around like a desperate toddler. Surely, she would lose control soon, and after seeing that, Alex would no longer be able to maintain her own control.
He was counting the seconds until his prediction came true, when suddenly Alex jammed her hands between her legs and began chanting, “nononono” in a panicked voice. To his surprise, he saw a dark patch stark to grow on her jeans, spreading until a stream of piss sprayed out, puddling on the floor. Despite her best efforts, she could do nothing to stop it, until she had wet herself completely. To his surprise, it seemed that she was the one with the weaker bladder.
Harper's face turned sympathetic and she started to say something to comfort her friend, but she was interrupted by a splashing sound caused by her own bladder giving in and emptying. The front of her dress soon had a dark spot on it, and her legs were shining from the wetness. By the time both of their bladders had emptied completely, the customer had got up and left, still completely unaware of all that had happened. They stood still for a bit, humiliated, before they decided that they should probably get cleaned up before someone else came in.
Soon, they would be done cleaning up and the spell would wear off. Then they would suddenly remember Justin's presence. He looked forward to their reactions when that happened. |
Finally got it done! Can't say if it's as good as my others but hey at least I tried.
My name is Mikey and this is the story of one of the craziest things I've seen happen to my Pokémon.
I had a total of five Pokémon: Pikachu, Ninetails, Luxio, Arcanine, and Pidgeotto. I was one of the trainers that had a Pokéspeak for each of my Pokémon so I was able to talk to them. None of them liked being inside their Pokéball so I let them stay outside them.
That day I decided to take them all on a walk. We lived in the country so we were always surrounded by nature. The five of them had been very thirsty not long before we left. I asked if any of them had to go before they left but they said they didn't. That would all change later on.
It started half a mile from my house.
Pikachu: Hey Mikey.
Me: what is it Pikachu?
Pikachu: I have to pee.
Me: I asked you if you had to go before we left.
Pikachu: I didn't it just now hit me. And I have to go kinda bad.
Me: well there's a Pokémon center a mile from here that has an area for Pokémon to go at. Do you think you can hold it until then?
Pikachu: I'll try.
Me: okay.
My Pokémon didn't like to go outside unless there was no other choice. So when we camping I set up an extra Tent with bottom removed that they could relieve themselves in.
About a minute later Ninetales wanted me
-Ninetails POV-
Back when Pikachu told Mikey about his need I felt a small twinge in my bladder but I didn't think anything of it.
A minute had passed since then and Pikachu looked a bit uncomfortable but he wasn't desperate. I started to feel a bit of pressure on my bladder but I didn't worry about it. But a few moments later a sudden urge hit me out nowhere and the pressure on my bladder increased greatly as everything I had to drink that morning reached my bladder. I needed to pee bad. So I decided to tell Mikey.
Me: Mikey
Mikey: yeah?
Me: I need to go to the bathroom pretty bad.
Mikey: you too?
Me: sorry.
Mikey: It's fine just try to hold on okay.
Me: okay.
-Luxio POV-
I actually needed to pee too but I didn't want to say anything because I thought I could hold it but half a minute later a felt a jolt in my bladder that told me that I had to say something.
Me: Mikey I have to pee pretty bad too.
Arcanine: Me too.
Pidgeotto: Me three.
Mikey: C'mon guys just hold on.
-Pikachu POV-
I was starting to get pretty desperate and I could tell everyone else was too. I had actually started squirming and so had everyone else. I didn't think I could hold it in until we got to the Pokémon and a sudden jolt in my bladder confirmed it.
Me: Mikey.
Mikey: What is it Pikachu?
Me: I don't think I can hold it until we get to the Pokémon center.
Ninetails: Same here.
Luxio: Same.
Arcanine: I know I can't.
Pidgeotto: Me neither.
-Mikey POV-
I looked at my Pokémon and I could tell they were desperate. So I decided to take them back to the house. I had disposable mats that were made for Pokémon to pee on. It absorbed their urine and afterward I threw them away since they were one time use only.
It took about 20 minutes to get to the house and by that time everyone had their legs crossed and their paws pushed against themselves. I walked up to the door but as soon as I put my hand on the doorknob I remembered something.
Me: Guys I just remembered that we're out of those mats.
Pikachu: what are we supposed to do then?
Me: well I guess you could just use the bathroom like humans do.
Ninetails: okay.
I decided to just wait outside for them so I just opened the door to let them in. None of them had used a bathroom before but I was sure they could figure it out on their own. And if they learned how to use a bathroom then I wouldn't have to worry about buying those mats.
-Pikachu POV-
As soon as we were in the house we all ran to the bathroom but when we got there I realized something.
Me: hey does anyone here know how to use a bathroom?
Everyone just shook their heads and I became worried. I knew we had to do something quick.
Me: okay let's just search the house for somewhere else we can pee at.
We searched around the for twenty minutes but were unable to find anything. It was obvious that everyone's bladder was full at that point including mine. We all had our legs crossed as tight as possible and our paws, or in Pidgeotto's case wings, pushed firmly against ourselves. I had to stop and bend over whenever I felt a wave of desperation.
After another minute of searching we found a potted plant. We all immediately ran to it hoping to finally be able to relieve ourselves. But when we got to it we saw that it was smaller than we thought.
Ninetails: it looks like only one of us will be able to use it.
Luxio: but which one of us?
While they were talking about who gets to use the plant I felt a huge wave of desperation that caused me to leak several drops. I couldn't wait any longer.
Me: I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!
I ran to the potted plant and got on top of the pot. I then aimed at the soil and began relieving myself. As soon as I did everyone left because their bladders were already full and watching me would make things worse for them.
I let out a huge sigh of relief as all my pee left my body. It felt so good to finally let it all out. Urine poured out of my bladder in a yellow stream before being absorbed into the soil. The aching pressure in my bladder disappeared as all the liquid left it. I continued peeing for about two minutes before the stream died down into a trickle and stopped.
Me: I feel so much better.
I then noticed that the potted plant was almost overflowing with my pee. I then went to the others who were in the area by the front door trying to think of somewhere they could go at. I decided to sit down and help them.
-Mikey POV-
Me: I wonder what's taking them so long
I went inside to check on them and the first thing I saw was my Pokémon talking to each other about something and they all had their legs crossed as tight as possible with their paws/wings jammed between them except Pikachu for some reason.
Me: Guys what's going on?
Ninetails: well none of us knew how to use a bathroom so we looked around for somewhere else to go.
Arcanine: we found a potted plant that Pikachu ended up using.
Luxio: but the rest of us still have to go really bad!
Pidgeotto: Yeah I don't think I can hold it in much longer. *bends down from a wave of desperation*
Ninetails: what're we going to do Mikey?
I looked at all of my desperate Pokémon. It was obvious that they all had full bladders and were all at their limit, especially Pidgeotto. He looked like he was extremely close to wetting himself although the others weren't far behind. I decided to explain how to use a bathroom to them. So we headed toward to bathroom.
-Arcanine POV-
I followed at the back of the group. I was moving slower then the others because I was afraid of losing control by moving to fast. Before I could make it to the next room however I stumbled and I had to remove my paw from between my legs and put it on the ground to keep my balance. But as soon as I removed my paw from between my legs the floodgates opened and I started wetting myself.
Me: no....
Pee gushed out of me like a waterfall. It cascaded down my legs and into the floor as it escaped from my bladder. The puddle around my feet grew larger as my bladder continued to empty itself of all the liquid that was inside it.
My bladder continued to empty itself for about 2 minutes before the flow of urine finally stopped. The puddle was large enough that it completely surrounded me. All I did was stand there with my head hung in shame and tears streaming down my face. And then Mikey came back.
Mikey: Arcanine everyone's waiting what are you-
Me: I'm sorry
Mikey: it's okay you had an accident. It could happen to anyone. I'll get something to clean up your accident and you.
-Pidgeotto POV-
Mikey told us about Arcanine's accident and said we would have to wait a few minutes while he got her and her accident cleaned up. I could swear that I could feel my already full bladder filling up with even more urine the whole time. I was at my absolute limit and I wasn't sure if I could hold it until he got back.
After about 4 minutes of waiting I felt a huge wave of desperation and I had to bend over and press my wings harder against myself to stay in control. I felt like I was going to burst at any moment. About a minute later Mikey came back with Arcanine and told us to follow him into the bathroom so he could explain to us how to use it. I was going to follow him but the moment I lifted my leg to step forward a spurt of pee escaped so I quickly put it back on the ground. I knew then that if I moved from that spot I would wet myself.
Mikey: hey Pidgeotto come on.
Me: Mikey I can't move.
Mikey: what?
Me: if I move I'll wet myself I just know it!
Mikey: okay hold on a sec.
Mikey went to kitchen and came back a moment later holding a cup which he sat down right in front of me.
Mikey: here go in this.
Me: I don't think that's going to hold it all Mikey.
Mikey: okay.
He took the cup back to the kitchen and returned with a bowl that he sat right in front of me.
Mikey: okay when you're done come get me so I can empty it out and clean it. I'll be waiting in the bathroom with the others.
Me: thanks.
I decided to wait until he was out of the room before I used the bowl to relieve myself. Once he was out of the room I carefully moved my wings so they wouldn't be in the way of the stream. I then aimed into the bowl and started peeing into it.
The amount of relief I felt as I finally released all of the urine I had been holding in was one of the greatest I have ever experienced. All of the liquid left my body with force in a yellow stream. I let out a big sigh of relief upon feeling the pressure on my bladder dissipate as it was being emptied of every drop of pee it was holding which poured into the bowl in front of me. I continued peeing for about two minutes before the stream died down into a trickle then stopped.
Me: I feel so much better. I thought I was going to explode.
I then noticed that the bowl was almost half full and it was obvious that there was more pee than the cup would've been able to hold. I went to get Mikey so he could empty it out and clean it.
-Luxio POV-
Mikey told us to wait in the bathroom while he cleaned the bowl Pidgeotto used. I almost lost control a couple of times while we waited but I was able to stay in control. A couple of minutes later Mikey came back and explained how to use a toilet to us. It was pretty straight forward. All we had to do was go in the toilet then pull the handle on the side down when we were done. Ninetails asked how she and Arcanine were supposed to squat over it and he told her they could just sit on it with their legs spread apart. Eventually we decided to let Ninetales go first because she was about to wet herself so I was going to have to wait until after she was done.
After about thirty seconds I felt a big wave of desperation that caused me to leak several drops and I had to push my paw harder against myself to stay in control. But even after the wave passed I continued to leak drops of urine onto the floor. I had reach the point where I could wet myself at any moment.
Me: Mikey can I use the bowl Pidgeotto went.
Mikey: Luxio I just cleaned and I don't want to have to clean another one.
Me: but Mikey I have to pee so bad. And I'm about to wet myself I know I am!
Mikey: okay you can go in the sink then.
Me: thanks
I headed toward the sink but I was so desperate that I only took baby steps and I didn't think I would make. But then Mikey picked me up, hurried over to the sink, and sat me down next to it.
Me: thanks.
Mikey: no problem I'll be by the front door with the others.
As soon as he left the room I lifted my leg, aimed into the sink, and began emptying my bladder.
I let out a huge sigh as relief washed over me. I was so glad to finally let all of my pee out. My bladder was running like a faucet as urine poured out of me and into the sink like a yellow waterfall. It felt so good to empty my bladder of everything inside it and have the aching pressure dissapear.
I continued to empty my bladder for about two minutes before the stream died down and then stopped. I let out one last sigh before rinsing the sink out and heading to where Mikey was.
-Ninetails POV-
After Mikey and the others left the bathroom I shut the door. I then went over to the toilet and carefully climbed up onto it. Once I was standing on the seat I carefully sat down and spread my legs apart like Mikey said. I then relaxed myself and peed.
I felt completely relieved as my bladder was being emptied of everything it contained. It felt so good to finally let it all go. All of my pee exited my body with force in a yellow stream that flowed into the toilet. The pressure on my bladder began to disappear as it was being drained of all the urine inside. I let out a sigh of relief as the stream died down into a trickle before stopping completely.
Once my bladder was empty I flushed the toilet before heading to where Mikey said he would be.
-Mikey POV-
As soon as Ninetails got back we went outside and resumed our walk. I couldn't help but think about everything that had just happened. The whole thing just seemed completely crazy.
And after that day I never had to anymore of those special mats because now all of my Pokémon use the toilet when they have to go. |
Hey it's Mikey again. I have another crazy story, don't know why it keeps happening to me, but it does, so here it is.
It was a couple days ago. I was going to leave to get some groceries and I was wondering if anyone wanted to come with. Everyone was roaming around the house so I gathered everyone into the living room to make the announcement.
Me: Hey, guys. I'm about to go the supermarket. Does anyone want to come with?
They all responded with various versions of no.
Me: Ok, do you need anything before I go? Because this is going to be a long trip because we live in the country and the store is in the city.
Quilava: Did you fill our food and water dishes?
Me: Yup
Quilava: Then we're pretty much set.
Me: Okay then I'll be off. Pikachu your in charge if something happens before I come back
I slipped on my coat and shoes and headed for the supermarket.
Pikachu POV
When Mikey left, we all went to the couch that is in front of the TV. Mikey taught us how turn the TV on and how to turn on the PokeSpeak on so we could understand. While we were watching TV, Pokémon would go, get a drink, and come back a couple minutes later. It was about two hours before problems started to arrive.
Arcanine got off the couch, and went to the other room, which is odd because that isn't where the food and water was, and came back a couple seconds later.
Me: Where were you going?
Arcanine: I went to pee, but the bathroom door was closed. I knew I couldn't reach the handle, so I came back.
Me: Can you hold it?
Arcanine: I think so...
Me: Ok try and hold it and we'll hope Mikey comes back soon.
Arcanine: What happens if he doesn't come back in time?
I exchanged a nervous glance to the potted plant in the corner and Arcanine caught on
Arcanine: No Way. I'm not going in that plant. Plus it probably won't even hold all of it.
Me: Unless you can think of something, the only other option is for you to...
Arcanine: I'll just wait 'till Mikey gets back.
Luxio: Hey Pikachu?
Me: Hm?
Luxio: Arcanine isn't the only one...
Me: Oh my god you can't be serious.
Luxio: S-sorry...
Me: It's ok it isn't your fault. We just need to think of something. Fast.
I turned off the TV and we sat in silence trying to think of something. During this time I felt some pressure building in my bladder but I tried to disregard it, trying to think of a solution.
Quilava: Hey Pikachu? I don't think I can hold it until Mikey gets back.
Ninetails: Me too
Pidgeotto: Same here.
Me: Perfect. Just Perfect. We all have to pee, but there's no where to go. The only solution that I can think of is hold as long as we can and hope Mikey gets home soon.
We sat there for about a hour and a half and no one could hide their desperation. Everyone was squirming with their paws in their crotch.
Arcanine: G-guys? I don't know how much longer I can hold it but it isn't that long.
Luxio: Same
Quilava: I've got it! We can form a tower, starting with Arcanine, then Ninetails, Luxio, Me, and then Pikachu.
Me: What about Pidgeotto?
Quilava: Where do you think he'd be then?
Me: Good point, all right everyone lets get this taken care of.
And with that everyone shuffled down to the bathroom door.
Arcanine POV
I was waddling over to the door when a wave of desperation hit me. I bent over to prevent a leak.
Pikachu: Arcanine come on. We need to be the base of our pyramid.
Me: I can barley hold it all now, I won't be able to hold it with 4 Pokémon on my back.
Pikachu: Then what do you want to do then?
We both looked over at the potted plant and exchanged glances.
Me: If I have too...
Pikachu: No you don't have to if you don't want
Me: No. I'll do it for the team.
Pikachu: Arcanine, your the best. I'm going to head to the bathroom because this going to be unbearable for me to watch.
With that, Pikachu, left the room and I headed towards the plant. About three quarters of the way there, a couple drops leaked from under me, so I doubled over to prevent any more from coming out. When I finally got there, I took aim, and let go. I let out a humongous sigh and watched as the golden stream jetted out from my crotch from the pressure. Then I looked at the plant, it was about to overflow, so I had to stop, and it was suddenly extremely hard to hold in, for I was only half way done.
Pikachu POV
Arcanine: Pikachu! Come quickly!!
I heard that and came sprinting in, but with three paws because one was in my crotch the entire way. I came in and Arcanine was doing a potty dance; hopping around in the tips of her paws.
Me: What's wrong? I thought you were going to go in the...
Arcanine: I did, but it was overflowing and I'm only halfway done and I can't hold it any longer!
Me: Ok!, um, I'll go get a cup from the kitchen and you can go in there.
Arcanine: Please h-hurry!!
Me: Ok just keep holding.
I sprinted out at the same speed I came in, and I ran for the kitchen. I saw on the counter a plastic cup. I jumped up and found that it was half full with water.
Me: Oh this is going to suck...
I grabbed the cup and inched towards the sink. I emptied the cup and cringed while doing so. I then ran back to where Arcanine was and put the cup next to her.
Me: Ok, please try to hold it until I leave the room or I might-
Arcanine: I CANT HOLD IT ANY LONGER!!!
She aimed and let go right in front of me. I tried to look away and cover my ears, but the damage was done and it became much harder to hold in
Arcanine: T-that's better...
Me: L-lets just hurry to bathroom door.
So we both hustled to the door to find everyone there extremely desperate.
Me: Alright everyone lets get this over with.
So we everyone got on top of each other and I looked up when everyone was finished
Me: This is going to be a long climb
I muttered to myself. And with that, I began the agonizingly long climb to the top. When I finally reached the top, I was bursting
Luxio: P-Pikachu hurry!
Me I'm trying!
Both of my paws were in my crotch. I waddled to the door handle. I slowly removed my paws from my crotch and my legs buckled, and I fell to my knees. And slowly but surely, opened the door. When it opened the door, I jumped from the top all the way to the ground. Causing a jarring blow to my bladder. A couple drops leaked out and I doubled over.
Me: Not a good idea, not a good idea...
I then hopped up onto the toilet seat and let go. I sighed as the pressure from my bladder was finally lifted. It took about 2 minutes to fully empty.
Quilava: While Pikachu emptied his bladder, I hopped up to the sink and emptied mine. I watched as the yellow stream emptied out my crotch and hit the surface of the sink, and rolled down the drain. When Pikachu and I finished, we went to help the others.
Pikachu POV
We left the toilet to find Luxio standing their not moving at all and Ninetails and Pidgeotto fighting over who gets the toilet.
Luxio: G-guys? I c-can't move...
Me: Ok, there's no other disposable cups on the kitchen... I'll be right back
And with that, I bolted out of the room.
Luxio POV
Pikachu left the room while I was getting more and more desperate by the second. I almost gave up when Pikachu came back with some paper towels and set them under me.
Pikachu: I think you know what to do.
Me: O-ok thanks..
Pikachu: No problem. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to take care of those two retards.
Me: Ok
When Pikachu turned around, I let go. I sighed as the yellow stream appeared from under me and soaked the paper towels and took about a minute and a half to finish. I then picked up the towels with my mouth and brought it over to the trash can.
Pikachu POV |
Hey it's Mikey again. I have another crazy story, don't know why it keeps happening to me, but it does, so here it is.
It was a couple days ago. I was going to leave to get some groceries and I was wondering if anyone wanted to come with. Everyone was roaming around the house so I gathered everyone into the living room to make the announcement.
Me: Hey, guys. I'm about to go the supermarket. Does anyone want to come with?
They all responded with various versions of no.
Me: Ok, do you need anything before I go? Because this is going to be a long trip because we live in the country and the store is in the city.
Quilava: Did you fill our food and water dishes?
Me: Yup
Quilava: Then we're pretty much set.
Me: Okay then I'll be off. Pikachu your in charge if something happens before I come back
I slipped on my coat and shoes and headed for the supermarket.
Pikachu POV
When Mikey left, we all went to the couch that is in front of the TV. Mikey taught us how turn the TV on and how to turn on the PokeSpeak on so we could understand. While we were watching TV, Pokémon would go, get a drink, and come back a couple minutes later. It was about two hours before problems started to arrive.
Arcanine got off the couch, and went to the other room, which is odd because that isn't where the food and water was, and came back a couple seconds later.
Me: Where were you going?
Arcanine: I went to pee, but the bathroom door was closed. I knew I couldn't reach the handle, so I came back.
Me: Can you hold it?
Arcanine: I think so...
Me: Ok try and hold it and we'll hope Mikey comes back soon.
Arcanine: What happens if he doesn't come back in time?
I exchanged a nervous glance to the potted plant in the corner and Arcanine caught on
Arcanine: No Way. I'm not going in that plant. Plus it probably won't even hold all of it.
Me: Unless you can think of something, the only other option is for you to...
Arcanine: I'll just wait 'till Mikey gets back.
Luxio: Hey Pikachu?
Me: Hm?
Luxio: Arcanine isn't the only one...
Me: Oh my god you can't be serious.
Luxio: S-sorry...
Me: It's ok it isn't your fault. We just need to think of something. Fast.
I turned off the TV and we sat in silence trying to think of something. During this time I felt some pressure building in my bladder but I tried to disregard it, trying to think of a solution.
Quilava: Hey Pikachu? I don't think I can hold it until Mikey gets back.
Ninetails: Me too
Pidgeotto: Same here.
Me: Perfect. Just Perfect. We all have to pee, but there's no where to go. The only solution that I can think of is hold as long as we can and hope Mikey gets home soon.
We sat there for about a hour and a half and no one could hide their desperation. Everyone was squirming with their paws in their crotch.
Arcanine: G-guys? I don't know how much longer I can hold it but it isn't that long.
Luxio: Same
Quilava: I've got it! We can form a tower, starting with Arcanine, then Ninetails, Luxio, Me, and then Pikachu.
Me: What about Pidgeotto?
Quilava: Where do you think he'd be then?
Me: Good point, all right everyone lets get this taken care of.
And with that everyone shuffled down to the bathroom door.
Arcanine POV
I was waddling over to the door when a wave of desperation hit me. I bent over to prevent a leak.
Pikachu: Arcanine come on. We need to be the base of our pyramid.
Me: I can barley hold it all now, I won't be able to hold it with 4 Pokémon on my back.
Pikachu: Then what do you want to do then?
We both looked over at the potted plant and exchanged glances.
Me: If I have too...
Pikachu: No you don't have to if you don't want
Me: No. I'll do it for the team.
Pikachu: Arcanine, your the best. I'm going to head to the bathroom because this going to be unbearable for me to watch.
With that, Pikachu, left the room and I headed towards the plant. About three quarters of the way there, a couple drops leaked from under me, so I doubled over to prevent any more from coming out. When I finally got there, I took aim, and let go. I let out a humongous sigh and watched as the golden stream jetted out from my crotch from the pressure. Then I looked at the plant, it was about to overflow, so I had to stop, and it was suddenly extremely hard to hold in, for I was only half way done.
Pikachu POV
Arcanine: Pikachu! Come quickly!!
I heard that and came sprinting in, but with three paws because one was in my crotch the entire way. I came in and Arcanine was doing a potty dance; hopping around in the tips of her paws.
Me: What's wrong? I thought you were going to go in the...
Arcanine: I did, but it was overflowing and I'm only halfway done and I can't hold it any longer!
Me: Ok!, um, I'll go get a cup from the kitchen and you can go in there.
Arcanine: Please h-hurry!!
Me: Ok just keep holding.
I sprinted out at the same speed I came in, and I ran for the kitchen. I saw on the counter a plastic cup. I jumped up and found that it was half full with water.
Me: Oh this is going to suck...
I grabbed the cup and inched towards the sink. I emptied the cup and cringed while doing so. I then ran back to where Arcanine was and put the cup next to her.
Me: Ok, please try to hold it until I leave the room or I might-
Arcanine: I CANT HOLD IT ANY LONGER!!!
She aimed and let go right in front of me. I tried to look away and cover my ears, but the damage was done and it became much harder to hold in
Arcanine: T-that's better...
Me: L-lets just hurry to bathroom door.
So we both hustled to the door to find everyone there extremely desperate.
Me: Alright everyone lets get this over with.
So we everyone got on top of each other and I looked up when everyone was finished
Me: This is going to be a long climb
I muttered to myself. And with that, I began the agonizingly long climb to the top. When I finally reached the top, I was bursting
Luxio: P-Pikachu hurry!
Me I'm trying!
Both of my paws were in my crotch. I waddled to the door handle. I slowly removed my paws from my crotch and my legs buckled, and I fell to my knees. And slowly but surely, opened the door. When it opened the door, I jumped from the top all the way to the ground. Causing a jarring blow to my bladder. A couple drops leaked out and I doubled over.
Me: Not a good idea, not a good idea...
I then hopped up onto the toilet seat and let go. I sighed as the pressure from my bladder was finally lifted. It took about 2 minutes to fully empty.
Quilava: While Pikachu emptied his bladder, I hopped up to the sink and emptied mine. I watched as the yellow stream emptied out my crotch and hit the surface of the sink, and rolled down the drain. When Pikachu and I finished, we went to help the others.
Pikachu POV
We left the toilet to find Luxio standing their not moving at all and Ninetails and Pidgeotto fighting over who gets the toilet.
Luxio: G-guys? I c-can't move...
Me: Ok, there's no other disposable cups on the kitchen... I'll be right back
And with that, I bolted out of the room.
Luxio POV
Pikachu left the room while I was getting more and more desperate by the second. I almost gave up when Pikachu came back with some paper towels and set them under me.
Pikachu: I think you know what to do.
Me: O-ok thanks..
Pikachu: No problem. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to take care of those two retards.
Me: Ok
When Pikachu turned around, I let go. I sighed as the yellow stream appeared from under me and soaked the paper towels and took about a minute and a half to finish. I then picked up the towels with my mouth and brought it over to the trash can.
Pikachu POV
I walked over to the arguing duo to find what the problem was.
Me: what's wrong with you two?
Ninetails: We're trying to find out who gets the toilet first.
Me: Why doesn't one of you just go in the sink?
Pidgeotto: Because neither of us can fit our crotches under there without making a giant mess.
Me: How about this, I'm thinking of a number between 1 and 10
Pidgeotto: Seriously??
Me: Ninetails, you chose first
Pidgeotto: WHAT?!?
Ninetails: 5
Me: Pidgeotto your turn
Pidgeotto: 4
Me: I was thinking 8 Ninetails, you first.
Pidgeotto: WHAT?!?! SHE, YOU, CHEATED!!!
Me: Nope
Pidgeotto: Grrr...
Ninetails POV
I gleefully hopped up on the toilet, positioned myself, and let go of the overwhelming pressure coming from my bladder. I watched as the yellow stream left my body and I let out one last sigh.
Pidgeotto POV
I was at my limit. I felt like I was about to explode. If I moved, I'd burst.
Pikachu: Now its your turn
Me: I-I can't...
Pikachu: What do you mean you can't- oh. Ummm what to do what to do...
Me: I'm sorry, I can't hold it any longer...
Pikachu: Y-yes you can, I'll be right back.
Pikachu then bolted out of the room. Then came back with a plastic cup and poured it in the bathroom sink. That was my limit. I started slowly peeing. I noticed and tried to stop it, but it only slowed the flow.
Me: Pikachu!!!
He looked down and saw what was happening and bolted over and put the cup in place. I directed the flow into the cup and finally fully relived myself. When I was done, Pikachu poured my pee back in the sink.
Me: Hey Pikachu, sorry I was such a pain in the-
Pikachu: No problem. Lets go watch some more TV.
Pikachu POV
I brought everyone back over to the couch and we got settled in. We watched TV for about an hour before Mikey came back, with groceries in his hands.
Mikey: Hey guys, I'm back. did I miss anything?
I turned around and chuckled.
Me: Oh, I have a story for you.
Mikey: Pikachu? What'd you do? Pikachu?? Pikachu!!
Me: Relax. When this show is over I'll tell you.
Mikey: That depends, will you get in trouble after you say it?
Me: No
Mikey: Fine then.
Then Mikey brought in the rest of the groceries and I told him everything |
A/N: For this commission, I decided to go with the episode where Zuko and Katara were trapped in the Crystal Catacombs. It seemed like a good way to get them stuck together without a bathroom for long enough. Obviously, some hints of Zutara, and I naturally couldn't resist using Waterbending in the obvious way. Sorry, but the beginning is mostly just taken from the show, then deviates from canon.
As if things hadn't already gone terribly wrong that day. His and his uncle's invitation to meet with the Earth King had a been a trap set by Azula, he had separated himself from Iroh to fight her, and she had chosen not to fight fairly, causing him to be captured by the Dai Li. That should have been enough for one day, but no. The icing on the cake was the Zuko was imprisoned here with her of all people.
Katara, who had said his name with surprise when he was thrown into her cell, quickly remembered that she was supposed to hate him and glared at him as he dusted himself off.
“Why did they throw you in here?” she asked. “Oh wait, let me guess. It's a trap, so that when Aang shows up to help me, you can finally have him in your little Fire Nation clutches!” When he merely shook his head, she continued. “You're a terrible person, you know that? Always following us, hunting the Avatar, trying to capture the world's last hope for peace! But what do you care? You're the Fire Lord's son. Spreading war and violence and hatred is in your blood.”
“You don't know what you're talking about,” he said finally.
“I don't?! How dare you! You have no idea what this war has put me through! Me personally.” She turned away, and he heard her voice break. “The Fire Nation took my mother away from me.”
His eyes widened, surprised that he could relate to someone so unlikely with that. “I'm sorry,” he said. He could hear her sobbing as he turned and said, “That's something we have in common.”
She looked up at him, shocked. “I...I didn't know,” she said softly.
“Of course you didn't,” he replied. “Just like I didn't know about your situation. We've been fighting for so long, I think we both stopped thinking of each other as human at some point. But that's all different now.”
“It is?” she asked, confused.
“Yes. I'm tired of constantly bowing down to my father, I'm tired of playing a game I can't win, and I'm tired of running from Azula,” he said. Katara didn't seem to have a response, and the two fell silent for a long time.
As the long, awkward silence drug out, Zuko realized that his bad luck was about to continue a bit. He had felt a small twinge in his bladder just as they were arriving at the palace, but thought nothing of it at the time. He had figured that there would be a decent chance to excuse himself later, and when he saw Azula, he had completely pushed it out of his mind.
But now that he was sitting in the cold catacombs, his need was brought back to the forefront of his thoughts. It had grown significantly, and he hoped that someone, preferably Iroh, would show up soon to help him out of here. Otherwise, he didn't know if he would be able to avoid relieving himself in front of the Waterbender.
“I'm sorry I yelled at you before,” she said, snapping him out of his thoughts.
“It doesn't matter,” he said, distractedly. His shifted a bit in place.
“It's just that, for so long now, whenever I would imagine the face of the enemy, it was your face.”
“My face,” he said, reaching up to touch his scar. “I see.”
“No, no, that's...that's not what I meant,” she said apologetically, realizing her mistake.
“It's okay. I used to think this scar marked me. The mark of the banished prince, cursed to chase the Avatar forever. But lately, I've realized I'm free to determine my own destiny, even if I'll never be free of my mark.”
“Maybe you could be free of it.”
“What?” Though this conversation was more intimate than most that he had had recently, it was hard for him to stay focused on what he was doing. The pressure in his bladder was growing to an uncomfortable level and he hoped that Katara wouldn't notice whenever he shifted his weight.
“Well, I have healing abilities,” she said.
He wanted to sigh in frustration. She had almost had his hopes up there, and her continued distractions only made it harder for him to focus on holding. “It's a scar. It can't be healed.”
She pulled out a small vile and said, “This is water from the Spirit Oasis at the North Pole.” Just the sound of the word “water” made him feel weak. “It has special properties so...I've been saving it for something important. I don't know if it would work, but...” She reached a hand up to touch his scar, and he felt his face heat up in a blush.
This, combined with the thought of what any form of Waterbending might do to him in his current state, caused him to pull back nervously. “I...I...I don't know if we should try that right now. I don't think it would work and I don't think you should waste something that valuable on me.”
“It wouldn't be a waste,” she argued. “You said it yourself that you want to make your own destiny. You want to fight Azula, right? That alone is proof of that, and if that's the case, I can't see helping you as a waste. I know you're trying to see the scar from a more positive light, but wouldn't you want to be free of it as well?”
“I...” He turned away from her, crossing his legs. “I just want to think about it.”
“Okay...” She sounded hurt, and he knew that she was taking his reluctance the wrong way. Still, what option did he have? Carrying on this conversation was breaking his concentration, and it was painfully hard to hold it when he was completely focused.
He had really wanted to try to wait until he was taken out of here, but he had no idea when that would be, or if it would even really give him a proper chance. His only option was to tell Katara what was going on and ask her not to turn away, as humiliating as the thought was.
Still, he wondered if there was any way to keep it a secret. If there was any way at all to avoid that humiliation, he wanted to, and it was while he was stalling and trying to way his options that his desperation to a rapid turn for the worse. He clenched his thighs together, and crossed his legs tighter than before, hissing quietly to himself. There was no way to conceal it anymore.
“Are you okay?” he heard Katara ask, and was horrified to realize that she hadn't stopped looking at him the whole time.
He started to try to think of some excuse, but felt himself leak a bit and grabbed himself to stop any more from escaping. This alone told her exactly what was going on with him, and he knew his face was a bright red. He mumbled an apology, as he couldn't really think of anything else to say. She remained silent, probably also at a loss for words.
He took a few staggering steps, trying to get far enough away from her, but he could not move quickly enough to beat the torrent that escaped him, darkening his pants. There was nothing he could do but give in, falling to his knees as he wet himself. Before long, he was sitting his own puddle, warm and wet, and yet it still just kept coming. He hadn't realized he had even been holding so much.
When at last he was empty, he sat quietly in his humiliation. As if the day hadn't been bad enough, now something like this had happened. Whenever he was finally rescued, it would be plain to all what had happened. How could he ever face anyone with a shred of dignity ever again?
“Zuko...”
“Don't say anything,” he said sharply. “Please, just shut up. I know you're going to say something like 'it's okay', and pretend to sympathize, but it's not okay and I know you just want to laugh at me. So just...don't say anything.”
“But...Zuko, I...”
“I said shut up!” he roared, fighting back tears. He still just could not believe he had let something like this happen to him.
Without warning, he suddenly felt all the liquid that he sat in flow away from him, scattering into tiny droplets to the point it couldn't be distinguished from any other moisture in the catacombs. Then the same happened with the dark patch in his pants until he was completely dry. He turned his head sharply to see Katara, smiling tentatively at him.
“Is it okay now?” she asked. “I won't tell anyone what happened or anything.”
“I...thank you,” he said, not knowing what else to say. “I'm sorry I yelled at you before.”
“It doesn't matter,” she said gently, then they both laughed, realizing they had had the same conversation earlier. He stood up to face her as she said, “Is that why you didn't want me to try my healing water on you?”
“Yeah,” he said, sheepishly. “I figured it would only make the situation worse.”
“Well, do you think you might want to try it now?”
“I...I still don't know. Really, I don't think there's any way to heal something like this. I don't want you to waste it.”
“I told you,” she said, once again touching his scar, “it wouldn't be a waste. We'll never know if we never try...”
Just as he was about to answer, a loud crash sounded, and they turned to see the Avatar and his uncle standing in the room. Katara grinned and took off to hug Aang, while Iroh ran over and embraced Zuko. He glared at Aang, angry to have been interrupted and just a little bit jealous of the attention he was getting.
He wondered what would have happened if he had had just a bit more time with Katara, but there were bigger things to worry about now, and thanks to his conversation with her, he was ready to face whatever lay ahead and determine his own destiny. |
A/N: The first in my series of male Awakening wettings! I chose Gangrel because he's my favorite character and I love him. I don't have as many plans for guys, so don't forget you can commission if there's one you want to see. Remember that I have a natural shipping bias, and for Gangrel it's Robin.
Among Chrom's army, Gangrel was a longer. For rather obvious reasons, people were less than comfortable having him around, and he didn't force it. He was a nobody now anyway; nothing he did mattered and he was content to simply do as told and fight for a cause he didn't care about until he could find something that could make his life feel worthwhile again.
The only exception to this rule was Robin. As the group's tactician, she tried to keep positive relationships with everyone, and that included Gangrel. He could tell that, initially, she did not care for him in the slightest, and yet still tried to talk with him, and this amused him to the point that he would entertain himself by being friendly with her, bothering her, and spending so much time with her that he knew it was driving her positively crazy. But then, the craziest thing happened: she began to sympathize with him, and before he knew it, the two were friends, of a strange sort.
Still, he kept mostly to himself, though if he needed a quick chat or a sparring partner or someone to battle alongside, Robin was the first (and only) person he would go to. Still, he preferred to spend most of his time alone, and that was exactly how he found himself one day while on march.
They had been at it for a few hours, and he was getting bored with it. He hoped that they would reach their destination soon, not just because the walk was becoming duller by the second, but also because he had felt a slight pressure on his bladder for quite some time and he wanted a chance to stop and relieve himself.
It had been such a long walk that it had been necessary to keep himself well-hydrated, and now all that he had had to drink was catching up to him. He wondered if he should just tell Robin that he wanted to take a break for a few minutes, but she was preoccupied with Chrom, and the thought of saying something like that in front of that blue haired brat was more than he could take. Besides, he wasn't sure if he really considered himself that close to Robin just yet.
He decided that the best course of action was to hope that they would be done soon, and he would be able to make it until then. Of course he would be able to make until then; he had once been a great king, and though he had sunken as low as he had begun, he had no intention of sinking any lower. There were some things that even the lowest of men could handle, and holding it until the proper to time to relieve themselves was one of them.
Though he was starting to get close to his limit, he knew that there was nothing that could make him give up his control. They had to be nearing their desired location, so he was completely in the clear. In a short time, he would have nothing to worry about, and it would be like this entire situation hadn't happened.
And then the Risen attacked.
They came out of the trees ahead of them, without any warning. Of course, the group had been prepared for something like this, and they quickly went into their formation for such a thing. Gangrel was meant to fight alongside Robin, and she was quick to jump by his side.
“You lead this time,” she said. He nodded, drawing his Levin sword, and the two progressed with Gangrel in the lead. He already knew that this battle would last longer than he would, and that he would have to set his pride aside (though he did that quite a bit, these days) and tell Robin what was going on.
First, though, they had to deal with several Risen attacking them at once. They seemed to always target her or Chrom, as if they knew that the army would be almost useless without them. He cut down several, and she offered great support, often finishing off those that he didn't quite manage to. Soon, they were no longer surrounded and could progress.
“Robin, I...” He trailed off, realizing that this wasn't going to be easy on him to admit to her.
“What is it? Is something wrong?” she asked, concerned.
“Nothing wrong, per say, I just...” Again, he trailed off, unable to bring himself to say it aloud.
“You're not acting like yourself at all. Tell me what's going on.”
“I...I've just...needed to relieve myself for some time now,” he muttered. “I didn't exactly plan for this ambush, so I'm not really in a good position right now.”
“Oh, I see,” she said casually, but her blush gave away the embarrassment she felt for him. “I...I'm not sure if we can afford to disappear from battle. If something were too happen...”
Of course she would feel that way. Of course she was necessary to the battle. And of course she would want to cover him if he had to run off for any reason, so she couldn't let him go because she herself couldn't. Just his luck. He knew that there was no choice but to wait, and didn't want to let on just how much this bothered him.
Instead, he let out his signature cackle and said, “Right, of course! Forget I said anything then!” But his cheerfulness sounded incredibly forced, and Robin didn't look convinced as she nodded and they continued into battle.
Each step became like torture for him, and his aim continually got worse. His bladder was achingly full, and it was taking all he had to not show it. He longed to fall back and have her handle the brunt of the attacks, but even at this desperate point, his pride wouldn't allow for something like that. He wasn't about to let her think he couldn't handle himself, even though that was what it was starting to look like.
When he felt himself leak a bit, though, there was no longer any hiding his desperation. He closed his thighs together tightly to try and stop anymore from coming out, and stopped dead in his tracks, unable to continue on. He heard Robin stop behind her, and knew that she knew what was going on. His face burned as he realized that she too knew he was on the verge of wetting himself.
“I think we should switch positions,” she said, as if it were nothing, as if it had nothing to do with what was going on with him. That was Robin, always the concerned one, always trying to do what was best for her soldiers and make it look like it was no inconvenience. Though he normally admired her greatly for her skills, right now it heavily irritated him. What was the point in trying to spare him a humiliation that had already begun?
Having her take the lead certainly helped, at least. He was able to keep his legs closed, bounce on his heels, and rock back and forth, though he still hated that even if he tried to be subtle, it didn't matter at this point. She already knew how desperate he was, and he already knew that there wasn't much time left for him.
When he leaked a second time, and then a third shortly after, it was all over. Each spurt was longer, until there was a noticeable wet patch on his pants. Even if he could stop it, there was no hiding what had happened, but even when he grabbed himself to try and regain control, the spurts kept coming until it had turned into a steady flow. The grass he stood on became shiny as he soaked through his pants and he could feel the inside of his boots grow wet as well.
His teeth were clenched and his eyes tightly shut. His face relaxed as his bladder finished emptying, and he saw, to his horror, Robin watching everything. Her cheeks were flushed- though not as flushed as his, he was sure- and she seemed to be at a loss for words. Of course, he was as well, but even in this state, he didn't like the silence that dragged out and he had to break it.
“Just further proof of how low I've sunk,” he said, with a weak, sad smile. He chuckled a shaky chuckle that sounded closer to a sob than a laugh, though he would never cry in front of her.
“It's my fault,” said Robin at last. “I should have listened to you before, and I didn't. I'm sorry.”
“It has nothing to do with you,” he said. “After all, isn't it typical of dogs to behave like that? Nothing like this ever happened when I was a king, but things are different now. I shouldn't be surprised that I've even lost control over my own body.”
“Gangrel, don't say that!” she said, shocked. “You're not a dog and I hate when you say that about yourself. It was an accident, and I shouldn't have made you keep fighting. I should have covered you while you left.”
He sighed, shaking his head. “I'm not the man I used to be, and this is only proof of it. I shouldn't have even needed to leave during battle.”
“You said it yourself! You were just waiting until we reached our next camp, and then we were ambushed out of nowhere. There isn't any way you could have planned for that, so it's not your fault.”
At the sight of her earnest face, he started to believe her. He didn't know why, but being around Robin always gave him a hopeful feeling that he could change his fate once again, and climb his way back to the top. Even in a situation like this, she managed to make him feel like it was all going to be alright.
“Perhaps,” he said slowly, “you could make it up to me by joining me as my new tactician.”
She laughed and said, “Nice try. Now, come on. Let's try and think of a way to keep everyone else from finding out about this.”
A/N: I love Gangrel so much. It was hard to write him though. Anyway, next time is Kellam! |
A/N: My second male story! I love Kellam so much, though I originally thought it would be impossible to include him because no one notices him. In the end, I decided that could be used to my advantage. Shipping bias this go around is Nowi.
Kellam wasn't a particularly shy person. In fact, he wasn't shy in the slightest. Though he also wasn't particularly loud or outgoing, he never had a problem saying what was on his mind. The only problem was, getting someone to listen. For some reason or other, he had the uncanny ability to disappear from sight, and he could try for hours to get someone's attention to no avail. Though this had its advantages on the battlefield, it didn't do much in way of making friends.
Though he had managed to get close to a few people, forging a close friendship with Stahl, and a very unlikely bond with Nowi, he still hadn't managed to overcome his curse. Stahl was getting better at spotting him, true, and Nowi always knew how to find him once it was playtime, but otherwise, he had to work hard to even be seen.
One day, as they were making their way to their next camp location, he realized that he needed the bathroom. Normally, he had pretty good control over himself in such situations, but he also didn't like to take chances with it. You never knew when you might end up in a situation where it was impossible, and it was better to just get it out of the way as soon as the need arose.
With that in mind, he walked to the front of their party, where Robin and Chrom were talking together. They didn't react to him as he approached, though, of course, he didn't expect that. He waited patiently for them to finish their conversation and try to talk to them, but as soon as they wrapped it up, they started discussing something else before he could get a word in edgewise.
Ten minutes passed before there was finally enough of a silence that he thought he stood a chance of being heard. “Excuse me, Robin?” he asked. Robin stared straight ahead, showing no signs of having heard him. He spoke up a bit. “Robin?” Again, no response from the tactician.
He switched his attention to Chrom, and tried there. “Chrom, can I have a moment?” Nothing. As always, it was if he didn't exist. He sighed and decided there was no point in trying right then. Maybe later he would have better luck in getting their attention. He wasn't too worried about it anyway; the discomfort in his bladder was hardly noticeable at this point.
However, it wasn't long before the need grew as he felt his bladder filling with each step that he took. When it got to the point that it was painful, he decided to try his luck with Chrom and Robin again.
Making his way back to the front, he was stopped by Nowi. He was touched that she actually saw him and called him over, but he really wanted to get to the front and ask again. But he couldn't deny his growing affection for Nowi, and he loved being around her quite a bit, so he decided to let her chat at him for a little while.
As she talked, he felt a sharp twinge and grimaced. He was getting into dangerous territory in making himself wait this long.
“Hey, what's wrong?” Nowi asked.
“Nothing, really,” replied Kellam, not exactly eager to let her know his problem.
“Come on, tell your big sister what's up!” she urged, smiling warmly.
Initially, he had found it sweet that she had wanted to form a sibling-type bond with it, and thought it was hilarious that she was technically the “big sister”, but now that he was beginning to realize his feelings for her were more on the romantic side, it discouraged him a bit. After all, what if she thought relationship with him would be creepy and borderline incestuous?
“Don't worry about it, Nowi,” he said casually, and she nodded, still looking concerned for him. He added, “If there was anything wrong, you'd be the first person I would tell about it.”
This seemed to satisfy her for the moment, and he soon excused himself as he resumed making his way back to Robin and Chrom. Again, he had to wait for them to wrap up their current conversation, and again, he tried several times to get their attention, but to no avail. He even tried putting a hand on Robin's shoulder, but they remained completely oblivious to his presence.
What was he going to do now? There was no way he was going to be able to get a break, and though he could easily disappear from the party for a brief time without being noticed, there was a chance they might get far enough ahead of them that he would have a hard time catching up and could potentially get lost.
His only option was to wait until they made camp, and hope that no mishaps met them on the road. Considering that, at this point, he was squirming quite a bit inside his armor, he hoped that he would be lucky in that regard. The day seemed peaceful, and it looked likely that it would stay that way, so he tried to remain hopeful.
~X~
It was not long before the pain in his bladder was killing him. He was not going to last much longer, that he knew. It would have been easier on him if he could have done something about it, but even knowing that it was unlikely anyone would see him do it, it was inconvenient to grab himself or double over. Even if no one did notice, those things were nearly impossible with a big suit of armor like his.
It occurred to him that, while the armor prevented him making the holding easier, it also yielded some benefits. For instance, if the worst happened and he wet himself, no one who happened to notice him would notice it. It would be completely concealed, and this thought gave him a small amount of comfort.
He thought for a moment that he should just do it deliberately. If no one would know, what would be the harm in it? He would be free of his little problem at last. But at the same time, he knew it would be incredibly uncomfortable to walk the rest of the journey in piss-flooded armor, and cleaning it out would be a real pain. It would be fine if it was unavoidable, but if he could manage to hold it until they were there, that seemed like the most practical option.
And yet it began to feel less and less like an option at all. It was so unbearably painful, and the trip seemed endless. He even attempted to get Robin's attention again, and still nothing helped. Just as he was beginning to think that there really was no other option for him, finally Robin called out that they had reached a good spot to make camp.
Without another second, Kellam dropped his pack and took off at the quickest pace he could manage without losing control.
When he had at last reached a place that seemed alone enough, he figured that it would have to do. There was no way he was going to make it a step further, and he could only hope that no one would pass or see him. The only challenge remaining was getting out of his large, heavy armor.
That was a task easier said than done, and the strain of doing it with a full bladder made it an agonizingly slow process. He felt a few drops leak out as he was struggling, and he panicked, trying to go a little bit faster. But it was no use, for as soon as he was finally out of it, he didn't even have the chance to pull his pants down before a large spurt escape, followed by another.
He stood still, frozen in shock as he watched a stream of piss darken the crotch of his pants and flow down one leg. His relief was overwhelming, as the heavy pressure in his lower abdomen was finally alleviated. He was embarrassed, naturally, but he didn't mind as much as he normally would have. After all, he had accepted it as a possibility a while ago, and it wasn't like anyone was around.
“K-Kellam?” Okay, maybe there was somebody around. And to make matter worse, that somebody was Nowi.
“I...” He couldn't think of anything to say as he felt his face turn red. There was no alternate explanation for what was going on. It was quite obvious that he had just wet himself. It so figured that one of the few times he was noticed, it was in a situation like this. And now Nowi would be disgusted by him, and any chances he had of furthering their relationship were shot all to hell.
“Is that why you were acting weird on the walk?” she asked softly. When he nodded, she said, “Well, now I get why you weren't telling me! I bet you were totally embarrassed about it, huh?” He said nothing, only nodded again. “Don't worry about it.”
“What do you mean?” he asked, confused. Of course he had to worry about it! Did she not realize just how awful this was for him?
“I mean, it's no big deal! Accidents happen to everyone. Even your big sister still has them sometimes,” she said with a wink. “But once you're all cleaned up, it's like it never happened.”
“I'm not so sure about that,” he said, though he smiled a bit, comforted by her words.
“No back talk!” she replied, giggling. “Big sisters always know best. Now go get cleaned up so we can play together some more!”
As she bounced off, he couldn't help smiling again. It hadn't been the most pleasant of days, but still, things hadn't been all bad. And perhaps he hadn't made much progress in getting Nowi to think of him as something other than a brother, but he had still managed to get even closer to her, and that was good enough for him.
A/N: Rushed ending because I've had this story almost done for like a week and I decided to just bite the bullet and end it. Not sure who I'm doing next, maybe Frederick or Brady or somebody. Remember, you can commission if you haven't seen a character you like! |
A/N: I've always been quite fond of Frederick. I married him on my first play through, and still adore him to this day. He's probably my second favorite guy, hands down. Shipping bias this go around is nobody, because I did one with him and Lissa in the other series, I don't feel like using Robin again this soon, and I had no ideas for anyone else.
It was a busy day for Frederick, but, then, every day was. A royal knight of Ylisse, and personal guard to the exalt and his little sister at that, was not someone who could afford to take their job lightly. Even if that meant that he sometimes went above and beyond the call of duty, he was glad to. And if his efforts were sometimes regarded as “annoying”, he would gladly tolerate being called that if it meant that Chrom and Lissa were safe and protected.
He didn't care that he was run ragged and that he ended each day dead tired, only to wake up early the next day to check on the royal family. He was actually developing to sleep deprivation quite well.
There was one thing that caused problems for him, however. It seemed that no matter how he built up bladder endurance, he still could only go a certain amount of time without needing a bathroom break. He was incredibly frustrated that he could not hold indefinitely, and disappointed in his weakness.
But, try as he might, no amount of training completely fixed the problem. He could last a bit longer each time, but nothing exponential, and nothing that really satisfied his desire to be the best he could be. And he doubted it was even possible for him to ever be satisfied with himself in that department. He had simply reached the peak of his abilities in that department.
Though he tried to train it every now and then, he would never take it too far. He had his close calls, but he never let them get too close.
~X~
At least, that was always the plan. But things did not go as plan for him one day, though, when he first started feeling the need to pee, it didn't seem like anything would be different. He had his schedule in that department memorized, and he always started to need to go at this time. He also knew when it would reach a point where he could not afford to wait, and he always had plans for a break at that time.
But things were incredibly hectic and busy that day. It was wartime, which meant lots of training, which meant that, not only would have to deal with his usuals, but he would also have a few people showing up out of desperation and begging him for help so that they could hold their own in the next battle. And then there was assisting Robin in taking stock of their weapons, checking in on the healers and making sure that they had everyone in top condition, among many other tasks.
It was not long before he was really starting to worry about the situation. He still had much to do before he could allow himself to take a break, but things had gone so behind schedule that it was getting close to the time he needed to have his break. He knew that things could end badly if he wasn't careful, but could he really allow himself to slack off at such a time?
Of course not! Even if his bladder pulsed and throbbed and begged him for relief, it would simply have to take backseat to much more important matters. So he double and triple checked Robin's count of the weapons, helped Stahl perfect his swordsmanship, made sure Libra did not cut any corners in his healings, checked on Chrom and Lissa at least half a dozen times, and sparred with Nowi in his downtime.
And if he happened to get a little fidgety at times, or got distracted a time or two due to an inconvenient bladder spasm, well, that was just part of the territory. There would come a time when he could relieve himself, and until then, he would continue with his daily tasks as usual.
This was easier said than done. He had his limits after all, and just holding it until he reached them was not the only problem. There was also the pain involved, the almost unavoidable need to do ridiculous things to keep it under control, and the attempts to hide it from the others. He could not keep the pain at bay, grab himself, and hide his desperation all at once; that was simply impossible.
What he needed to do was set aside his instinct to put himself last and every task that presented itself to him first. He needed to stop, walk away from all the insanity of camp, and find a nice tree somewhere far away from everyone else. He was so painfully full that the thought of relieving himself almost brought tears to his eyes.
He could not believe how pathetic this was making him! He knew he should be better than this, but there was nothing he could do to get rid of this annoying need. He was only human, and he grit his teeth, deciding that now would be the best time to take his leave. No one seemed to be needing him, and he would normally take this time to train himself, but instead he started off to find a secluded spot.
This was another thing that was easier said than done. It seemed everyone was using the nearby forest for some sort of activity, and it was incredibly difficult to find a location that was definitely out of earshot. He felt as if he could burst at any moment, but he pressed on.
He had never been this close to wetting himself in all his days of training. He had never thought it possible to get this close to wetting himself, especially not in a situation like this, where he was not even locked in battle. By the time he finally found a location that gave him the privacy he needed, he had let out a few spurts before he could stop them.
Frederick knew he was at the very edge of losing control, but there was still one last monumental task to overcome. He had to remove his armor, and though that would be simple any other day, given his experience with it, his bladder could not withstand much movement, and would likely give in completely if he was not careful.
So he tried. He tried his damnedest to be careful, and for a moment, it looked like that was paying off. He had successfully removed his armor without too many leaks, and that seemed to be the end of it. He did not even consider the fact that he could lose at the very end, and perhaps it was letting his guard down like that that led to the outcome.
He simply could not get his pants off in time. He had overestimated himself, and taken longer with his armor than his already overfull bladder could withstand. He grabbed at his crotch in a futile attempt to keep it in, but it was just too late. Hissing, he bit the inside of his cheek as he felt his hand grow hot and wet.
He could not stop himself from cursing under his breath any more than he could stop the steady stream of piss from gushing out of him, immediately soaking through his pants and leaving a large dark spot. He groaned in a mix of relief and frustration as he pissed himself, loving having the weight lifted from his bladder but hating the fact that he was soaking his pants.
The stream lasted for an incredibly long time, and when it finally ceased, his pants clung to his body from how wet they had become and the grass beneath him was soggy due to the puddle he had created. He could not believe he had actually not been able to make it, that he had actually pushed himself to this point.
And it was all for nothing, because now he would have to take the time to find a river to bathe in, which would make his busy day even busier. He sighed, knowing that he could not stand here feelings sorry for himself forever.
He could at least be grateful this his armor would cover him up on his way to the river.
A/N: Having trouble getting out of armor is an easy trick for me, it seems. Probably writing Brady next, or Laurent. But probably Brady. |
A/N: I really, really love Brady, so he was a natural choice for this series, and is honestly totally perfect for it. Shipping bias this go around is Noire.
It was never fun having to heal everyone after a battle; having to see all the injuries and how everyone was hurting from them, and knowing that if you couldn't fix it, it could mean the end of their career. Still, Brady could say that he definitely didn't mind if half as much if it was after a battle they had won. No matter how bad the injuries were, everyone was generally in much higher spirits.
Even he was feeling pretty good. For once, he had managed to not hurt himself (too terribly) and had even struck down a few enemies without any help. He was, due to his high spirits, eager to hurry to the healing tent after the battle, beating the other healers, including his own mother.
He began seeing to patients immediately, and was pleased to see that, though the line for healings was long, almost all of the injuries were petty and no one had been seriously hurt. Though it would still take a while to get through, it was much better than having a long line full of near-death cases. Everything was going incredibly well for him, which is why he probably should have suspected something would go wrong.
~X~
When he felt the first hints of needing to pee, he ignored it completely. It was not as if he hadn't dealt with this while healing before, though it was usually closer to the end that he started to have to go. He figured that timing did not matter, and that holding it until the very end would be no problem, and then thought no more of it for a bit.
He could almost forget the growing need, but every now and then, and a sudden pang from his bladder would remind him that he had not relieved himself since before the last battle, and knew better than to let himself get dehydrated after fighting. He was going to need to go for a piss eventually, but he thought it would look pathetic to excuse himself in the middle of his duty.
After some time, he began to tap his foot in between each patient, and would shift his weight whenever he thought it would go unnoticed. He did not want to admit to himself that he was starting to get desperate, but it was impossible to deny that the pressure in his bladder was getting out of control.
He grit his teeth and tried to give a friendly smile to the next patient. As always, they looked somewhat terrified to be in his presence- and he figured it would be a bit amplified today, considering how strained his smile must look. Still, he did his job again and again, despite the looks he got and the growing urge to pee.
Before he knew it, his bladder felt swollen beyond belief, and it was all he could do to remain still for longer than five seconds. He was almost constantly squirming and praying to each and every god that no one had noticed and figured out his situation yet. He could only imagine how weak he would appear if everyone knew that he felt on the brink of wetting himself.
“Brady, are you feeling alright?” asked another patient approaching him, and he looked up to see that it was Noire. He blushed as he realized she had figured out something was off in mere seconds- had others noticed already as well?
“I-I'm fine, just a little beat from that last battle an' all,” he mumbled. “So, uh, what's got ya bothered?”
“Just a sprained ankle,” she said meekly. “Pretty lame, huh?”
“Trust me, I've had lamer,” he replied with a chuckle that he instantly regretted as it jostled his bladder quite uncomfortably. He cringed.
“What's wrong?” she asked.
“N-nothin',” he said, not meeting her eye.
“You've seemed off this whole time. Are you sure you're not hurt or something?”
“I swear, I'm fit as a fiddle, no need to worry about me,” he insisted, waving a careless hand. The last thing he needed was Noire catching on and making fun of him for his predicament.
She did not look convinced, but fell silent as he set to healing her. Still, it was nearly impossible for him to keep still, and he could feel his face burning from the blush that this caused. Holding it was becoming incredibly painful, and he would have given anything to have just been able to piss already.
“I know something's wrong,” Noire said after a few moments. “Please, just tell me what it is. I'm really worried, and maybe I could even help-”
“I just really gotta, uh...go,” he said, dropping his voice to a low mumble by the end of the sentence. He had admitted it impulsively, trying to shut her up and also not wanting to cause her to worry. But now his secret was out in the open.
“Huh?” Noire looked confused, then recalled how tense and fidgety he had been. “O-oh, well...” She blushed and said, “Is it...really bad?”
He nodded, humiliated beyond belief. He kept his eyes trained on the ground as she looked at the long line behind her and made a sympathetic noise. Gods, could this get anymore embarrassing for him?
“Oh, Brady, are you sure we have to go get that thing over there?” she asked in an incredibly theatrical voice. He looked up at her confused. Despite him not answering, she said, “Well, if we have to, I guess we have to.” With that, she began to walk off, her ankle looking like it wasn't giving her any more trouble.
He followed after her, though walking was jostling his bladder a bit too much. “What was that all about?” he asked. “What are we going to get?”“Nothing, I just thought I could help get you out of there long enough for you to...you know, without making it obvious that that was what you were doing.”
It was so humiliating, her doing all of this so he could have a piss, but he couldn't deny that he was touched by her efforts, as embarrassing as they may be. “Th-thank you,” he said, as he struggled to calmly walk beside her. They could not separate until they were far enough away from the healing area, but it was taking all he had not to break off into a run to the nearest secluded spot.
His body did not seem to understand that he had to wait, though. His bladder was demanding immediate relief, and would not accept the fact that he was almost there, with just a few more minutes to wait. It contracted sharply, and he was soon doubled over, unable to continue.
“Are you alright?” asked Noire, and he would rather have died than let her see him like this.
“I-I'm fine!” he hissed, barely able to speak. A spurt escaped him and he grabbed at his crotch to try and stop this. “Okay, m-maybe not. I-I don't think I can hold it anymore!” He groaned as he tried to fight, but he had been correct. It was over for him, and though he tried to stop himself, he was already losing control.
Hot piss began to pour out of him, staining his already dark robes even darker. The stream seemed to last for an eternity, his bladder cramping as it emptied, and the relief so overwhelmingly good that it was almost easy to forget that this was a very bad thing happening.
When he was at last completely empty, he gave in to the tears that had been stinging at his eyes for a while now. He burst into an uncontrollable sob, which was almost more embarrassing than the fact that he had just wet himself in front of Noire. He was sensitive and cried often, but he hated letting anyone see that side of him.
“Go 'way,” he bawled, waving a hand at her. “Go on and tell everyone how funny it was to see me piss myself like a little brat or whatever! You can even get a few laughs in before you go, just go!”
But Noire was not laughing, and she was making no move to leave. “But, Brady...I didn't...I don't...I don't think it's funny and I would never tell anyone. I'm sorry I couldn't get you out sooner.”
He looked at her, surprised by her kindness, then mentally scolded himself for that. Of course she would be kind about this; it was Noire, after all. She had never been anything but kind to him. “D-d'ya really mean that?”
“Of course I do! Brady, you're one of my closest friends and I care about you so much. I would never do anything to hurt you...”
He stared at her, his heart swelling with joy from her words. He managed to dry his tears just in time to burst into sobs again, this time from how touched he was.
A/N: I really, really love Brady, and I mean. He's such a crybaby, you know he's perfect for something like this. |
A/N: Another commission, this time for Tokyo Mew Mew. I haven't written anything for that in forever and it was nice to revisit these characters! Side note: I hadn't planned to post it on Valentine's Day specifically, but I finished it just in time and was happy at the coincidence.
“Finally, my first date with Taru Taru!” Pudding Fong announced excitedly to herself. She had been looking forward to this day for ages, ever since she had finally convinced him to go on a date with her for Valentine's Day. After all, it was getting ridiculous for them to keep denying that there was anything between them. It was obvious to all, and she was ready to make things a little more serious.
She got dressed quickly, and picked up her neatly wrapped present for him. She had just finished it the night before, and hoped that it would help their relationship along quite nicely. With the small box in hand, she left her house, grinning.
Since she knew the two of them both loved fun above all else, she planned to take him to the amusement park and was meeting him at the nearest station that ran a train to that area. She was, of course, too early, and so she stood by herself, barely able to contain her excitement for the rest of the day.
As she stood waiting, it hit her that she had been in such a hurry to get ready and leave that she hadn't remembered to go to the bathroom before leaving. She thought perhaps she should get that out of the way before her date started, but just as she was about to look for one, she saw Taruto approaching her, looking incredibly nervous and uncomfortable in the large crowd.
“Taru Taru!” she called loudly, waving. She saw his face turn a bit red when several people stopped and stared at them.
He hurried over to her and said, “I told you to stop calling me that!”
“Oops! I forgot,” she lied, smiling at him. “I was just super excited for our date!”
He blushed again at her words and mumbled, “Yeah, whatever.”
“Oh, yeah! Here!” She pulled out the small present for him and handed it to him. “Happy Valentine's Day!”
“H-huh?” He looked confused, then suddenly guilty. “I...I didn't know we were supposed to give each other presents. I don't have anything for you. Sorry...”
“No, no, don't worry! See, girls give presents on Valentine's Day, and boys are supposed to give back on White Day, so you can just pay me back then!” She grinned at him. “Well? Aren't you gonna open it?”
When he did, he broke into a huge grin upon seeing the chocolates she had made for him. He then realized he what he was doing and frowned, saying, “They're alright, thanks.” Though he tried to keep his expression grumpy, he kept almost smiling again and she knew he was pleased.
As they got on the train to go to the amusement park, Pudding was having so much fun that the small pressure in her bladder was far from her mind.
~X~
The first few hours of their trip was a blast. They rushed to every ride that looked like fun, and chattered excitedly during every line. They had lots of tasty (and incredibly unhealthy) snacks and drinks, then got in more lines to ride more rides. The only thing that took away from the sheer joy of it all was the fact that Pudding's need was growing more and more.
For a long time, it was something she could ignore entirely. She had held it for much longer during long cafe shifts, after all! But every time they waited in a long line, her thoughts returned to the fact that she would have to go to the bathroom soon, and the drinks that they had didn't help matters much. She knew that if she waited too much longer, it would be unbearable, but she was having such a great time that she didn't want to interrupt things.
She tried again to shove it out of her mind, but it was getting harder and harder to forget as the need grew and grew. She was getting fidgety and hoped that her date didn't notice this. Just a little bit longer, and then she would excuse herself. Just a few more rides, and then it would be okay.
~X~
“That was the funnest ride yet!” she declared, already scoping for a bathroom in the area. She was most definitely at her limit, and knew that she had to go right now or else she wouldn't make it.
“No way!” said Taruto, shaking his head. “That one we did earlier was way better!”
“What? You're crazy!”
“Nuh uh! You are!”
Before they knew it, they had started bickering, and before she knew what she was doing, Pudding began tickling him, hoping that she could overpower him and win the argument. He began tickling her back ferociously, and the two were soon rolling around, giggling and tickling each other.
There was a blinding flash of light, and Pudding realized that she must have been touching her pendant at some point, and unintentionally triggered her transformation. She didn't bother transforming back though; she was so caught up in her epic battle that she didn't notice anything else, not even the fact that tickling and full bladders don't mix, and she was in a very dangerous situation.
When she suddenly remembered that she was supposed to be rushing off to the bathroom, she said, “T-Taruto, please, st-stop!” She could barely say anything between her giggles, though there was a steady panic building.
“Wh-what? D'ya give up?” He too could barely speak.
“No way! I-I just!” She gasped as she felt herself leak a bit, a small, dark spot appearing on her outfit before she was able to regain control. “P-please, let's t-take a break!”
“Not until y-you admit you l-lose!” he replied, oblivious.
“B-but,” she said, and would have whimpered if she wasn't laughing so uncontrollably. “But I...I-I have to...”
Unfortunately, it was too late for her. The crotch of her yellow outfit slowly grew darker and darker as her bladder emptied. She shoved him off of her as she wet herself, standing up while it ran down her legs, soaking her legwarmers. Her eyes filled with tears, humiliated and shocked that she had let this happen.
She was soon standing in a large puddle, and began sobbing loudly. Her very special first date, ruined! Everything had been going so perfectly, too, but now she knew that he would never want to go out with her ever again. It was just all too much for her to handle.
Seeing her like this, Taruto instantly felt awful for her. He should have realized why she was asking him to stop tickling her, and he hadn't. No matter how he looked at it, this was all his fault. And to make matters worse, she was bawling so loudly that every time he started to say something to comfort her, it was drowned out.
Finally, desperate for some way to cheer her up, he declared, “I, uh...I can't hold it anymore either!” And then he let go, soaking his shorts. He hadn't been at the point of wetting himself, but he had noticed that he had to go a bit earlier, and decided that this would be the only way to calm her down.
As he had predicted, she did indeed stop crying. “Y-you too?” she asked with a small sniffle.
“Yeah, me too,” he said, blushing. “See? It's not so bad if it happened to both of us...”
She giggled and said, “You're right! But...I think we should probably get cleaned up soon. Let's do something tomorrow to make up for cutting this short!”
“W-whatever,” he said, then smiled shyly and said, “I'd like that...”
She suddenly leaned forward and kissed him lightly, before running off to head home. Her date, despite its little mishap, had turned out great after all. She had gotten a kiss and a second date out of him, after all! It was, without a doubt, the best Valentine's Day ever. |
I've decided to try mind hand at writing another sad piece I hope whoever reads it may enjoy it, As when I wrote it I felt rather depressed so here it is. If a certain someone reads this I felt like trying my hand on what you did earlier last year.
It was raining the day that she died much like how it was it felt. Like the very heavens themselves were crying out in despair and rage at the loss of someone so young. I had vowed to protect her from harm I told her sisters that I would right to their faces. I went so far to promise myself but I was so wrong in that aspect. Why did this have to happen to me I've already lost one person in my life that being my mother I still remember that day. When I had found my mother's lifeless body upon her bed.
I could picture myself right there here and now shaking her limp from begging her. To open her eyes I cried and begged for hours. But my mother never woke up I just stood there crying feeling her warm blood upon my hands. I was never the same since that day the memory of my dead mother haunted me everyday. Yet fate dealt me a hard blow when I had found the girl whom I had grown to love lifeless upon the ground. With a large hole torn through her chest by an attack from one whom I have always hated that person was my father.
He had ambushed us on our way home from our date he wished to settle the score with me. To rid the world of me and my current friends who had been kind enough. To take me into their home when I had no where else to go.
We had entered through the front gate to our home for this day had been a great one, For our date we had went to the bookstore, clothing store and even to the zoo. I remember her kind smile when i had won her a stuffed panda in cran game at the zoo. She had thanked me with a smile before our trip to the zoo I had bought her two books from the book store, I was planned on giving one of them to her later that night while the other was a birthday present. I'm sure she would have loved it had she been alive this day.
My mind seems to be wondering I haven't yet told you how the battle had truly turned out. When my father had appeared in a flash of wind magic he demanded that I return to his side. When I refused him he started to attack by blasting me to the ground with powerful wind magic. I was unable to fight back as my very powers had acted rather strange as of late. Instead she had transformed and tried to protect me from my father who in a blind rage turned to her and blasted her clear through the chest.
I screamed out her name as I was drenched in her very blood as she crashed to the ground not far from. Where I lay tears spilled from my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. I tried everything in my power to break the invisible bonds that locked me down but I was powerless. Off in the distance I could see her two sisters running towards us. My father not wanting to deal with them retreated after he left the bonds holding me down broke apart. Yet instead of scrambling over to try to save her I sat frozen in fear as the memories of my mother's death resurfaced. I felt her hot blood drip down my face and splatter upon the ground.
I screamed and then finally moved I ran away I ran past her sisters. As I couldn't face them I ran and I ran leaving the manner grounds and out into the city. As I ran I tried one last time to call upon my powers. They finally seemed to answer me I cast a teleportation spell and was taken out of the city I did have any idea of where I wanted to go. I just wanted to escape and that I did I arrived in another part of the world and that was where I remained. I completely shut myself off from my magical side. Making sure I couldn't be found by her sisters or anyone else for that matter.
I remained in the city of Moscow for over five years I lived in abandoned buildings. Sleeping upon the cold floors I ate rats and bugs that I killed with my bare hands. The cold days and nights were the worst but I did what I had to survive. I would say the hardest times were when i was asleep at night the day she died always entered into my dreams. I often woke up crying and covered in sweat as I called out her name. The time seemed to pass rather slowly for me but soon the fay came when I gathered the courage and returned home.
I had missed her funeral but I did find the location of where she was buried. From an old friend of mine known as Charon why I had chosen to visit him instead of her sisters I didn't know maybe it was because I still couldn't face them.
She was buried atop a small hill surrounded by white rose bushes. As I approached her grave in the falling rain I could see various things had been placed around the grave. Their were pictures of her sisters from different periods in her life I could even see a couple of pictures of myself yet what hit me the hardest was when my eyes traveled to the stuffed panda that had been placed up against it.
The tears came to my eyes and I screamed out as I dropped to my knees. In pure shame I curled up into a little ball and just cried and cried. Through my teary eyes I remembered hearing her voice from the day before she died
"I love you" |
This is a roleplay I did with a friend over kik, he wants to be referenced as fandom_yaoi_roleplayer. He's Kaoru and I'm Hikaru. If you guys like it I'll post more of it.
Kaoru was sleeping quietly, It was quite early in the morning and they didn't have school considering they were on break. The slight jingle of Kaoru's phone could be heard which was followed by a loud buzzing. The younger twin furrowed his eyebrows and turned over "Hikaru...." He whined out, keeping his eyes closed as he was still tired "can you answer it?" He questioned, putting the pillow over his own head to try and avoid the annoying ringing of his phone, turning over as he stole most of the blankets from over Hikaru in hopes that the cold air would wake him up faster
Hikaru felt cold air hit him and groaned. He pulled them back and tried to go back to sleep but was instantly aware of a desperate need to pee.
Kaoru had to go to the bathroom too but he really didn't want to get up, the warmth instantly made him fall back asleep. He was really tired. Kaoru squirmed a little but since he had fallen asleep he couldn't hold it for very long because he wasn't able to hold his bladder as he was asleep. His eyebrows furrowed lightly as the warm liquid began to leak out of him, a small groan leaving him before a deep blush of realization spread over his face and a warm puddle formed under him. Kaoru squeaked and quickly sat up "o-oh gosh....I knew I shouldn't have drank all that water before bed..." He whimpered, biting his lip as he looked away shyly
Hikaru watched Kaoru blush as he peed and felt his heart melt.
"It's Ok, Kaoru." Hikaru placed a hand on Kaoru's shoulder and felt a strong twinge in his own bladder.
"Would it make you feel better if I peed my pants too?
He bit his lip slightly and looked down shyly, the front of his boxers soaked as well as the sheets under him. Kaoru had quite a small bladder so this happened quite a bit when he drank too much. Kaoru blushed even deeper at the others comment and he slowly nodded "I-I guess so...." He squeaked out embarrassed before looking over at the other shyly
Hikaru had to put so much effort into taking his eyes of Kaoru's wet boxers.
"Ok, little brother." Hikaru teased, and released his bladder, and watch pee pool under him. It was a lot bigger than Kaoru's, because despite being twins he had a much bigger bladder.
"That better?"
He watched, not thinking he would actually do it. His eyes widened slightly and he nodded a little "y-yes...." Kaoru stuttered out, squirming a little as his wet boxers stuck to his skin. The younger twin bit his lip embarrassed, kinda enjoying the warmth of it. He sighed softly "the sheets will have to be cleaned now...."
"Don't worry, the maids can so it." Hikaru reached our and ruffled his brothers hair.
"What do you want to do today Kaoru?"
Kaoru nodded softly at Hikaru's comment and he smiled softly, feeling a bit better now but he was still embarrassed about the fact he had wet the bed on accident. He spread his legs a little as he was still sitting up, trying to make the stickiness less uncomfortable. "I-I'm not sure...." He said softly before thinking for a moment "is there anything you'd like to do?"
"Would you like to go an amusement park? There's a new one in Tokyo." Hikaru said.
"Why don't you take those wet undies off buddy?" Hikaru said, taking his own wet boxers off.
He nodded slightly "I suppose that sounds ok....should we invite someone? Or do you want to just go together?" Kaoru asked before blushing and lifting himself a little, peeling the wet boxers off of himself and setting them aside, moving out of the puddle that was under him. He looked down at his legs which were practically soaked "I-I think I need to take a shower though...." He mumbled, biting his lower lip once again
"Just us Kaoru." Hikaru said, wrapping an arm around his brother.
"Let's go shower together." He said leading Kaoru into their huge bathroom and turning the shower on. He got in and turned to Kaoru.
"You coming?"
He nodded and followed the other, watching him step inside. He nodded once again in response to the other and he stepped inside. Kaoru was used to showering with him so he wasn't too embarrassed by it. He huffed and stepped under the water, lifting one of his legs slightly as he started to wash it
"Let me." Hikaru cooed, reaching over to wash Kaoru's legs.
He smiled softly and blushed shyly "t-thanks...." He said embarrassed as he looked down at his twin, spreading his legs a little to make it easier
"No problem." Hikaru finished washing Kaoru and jumped out if the shower.
"Let's go get changed!" He grinned.
He giggled softly and smiled, nodding as he followed his brother out of the shower happily, feeling less embarrassed about his incident now. Kaoru reached over and turned off the water, handing his brother a towl
"Thanks." Hikaru said, taking the towel from his brother.
"Here." Hikaru tossed Kaoru a green shirt and khaki pants as he put on an almost identical.
He dried off and smiled "thank you." He said, slipping on the shirt before blushing and scratching the back of his neck "c-can you had me a new pair of boxers?" Kaoru stuttered before looking down embarrassed for asking
"Of course." Hikaru through his brother a pair. He pulled his clothes on,
"Ready to go?"
"Almost" he commented before slipping on the boxers and slipping on the khaki's "now I am." He nodded, smiling softly
Hikaru grabbed Kaoru's hand and grabbed his hand and out to the limo.
He handed Kaoru a bottle of coke and took a chug of his own.
He followed him happily and chuckled a little, holding the coke with one hand. Kaoru looked at it nervously, not wanting to drink too much knowing he would make a mess of himself again. He shrugged and reassured himself that he could hold it till they got there if he really had to go. Kaoru drank most of it in just a few chugs before looking over at his brother
Hikaru wiped his mouth as he finished his coke.
"Want to stop somewhere for breakfast?" He asked, stretching lazily.
Kaoru did the same as he finished his own "hmm...." He thought for a moment before shrugging lightly "if you want to. I'm not really hungry." He said, smiling at the other
"Liar! I'm starving! We'll just stop and the drive thru then, it's a long ride." Hikaru said, leaning forward to give these instructions to the driver.
"Two orders of hot cakes and two cokes." Hikaru ordered for both of them.
He pouted "hey don't call me a liar!" Kaoru huffed "just because you're hungry doesn't mean I am...." He giggled, scooting closer to his brother and leaning back. Kaoru whined and nuzzled his brothers shoulder when he ordered the coke "Hikaru.....y-you know what's going to happen if I drink to much...." He mumbled, looking down embarrassed
"Yeah you do get pretty hyper Kaoru, but so do I." Hikaru laughed, handing the food and large coke to Kaotu.
He gulped slightly and scratched the back of his neck nervously, that wasn't what he meant...kaoru huffed and quietly started to eat, finishing his coke soon after
Hikaru wolfed his food down. Then pounced on Kaoru.
"Are you excited??
He giggled a little and looked up at him "yeah....we haven't been there in a long time" He smiled, although, he was extremely nervous. Kaoru tried to force himself to hold it, not wanting to wet himself before they even got there
Hikaru grinned, feeling very childish.
"Tickle fight!" He screamed, tickling Kaoru on his belly and under his arms,
Kaoru squeaked slightly. He laughed cutely and tried to push the other male off of him "h-hikaru....come o-on!" He laughed out, his knees buckling as he squirmed around a little
"NEVER!" Hikaru yelled, moving to Kaoru's weakest spot, his feet.
Kaoru laughed a bit louder and pressed his thighs together tightly, close to peeing his pants "Hikaru....s-stop!" He squeaked, panting a little as he laughed a bit more
Hikaru laughed harder, continuing to tickle his brother.
"I always loved this." Hikaru said. Tickling Kaoru with one hand and rifling his hair with the other.
His hands quickly cupped over his crotch as he squeaked slightly "I-I'm going too....nnh~" he trailed off before letting out a slight moan, he gripped on to his crotch a bit but he couldn't hold it. His face flushed red as the warm liquid trickled down his pant legs and into his shoes, the front of his pants and his hands getting soaked as he tried to make himself stop, his hands grabbing at his wet crotch as he tried to stop
the stream |
By the end of the day, Jennifer had been taking longer pees than usual. With the water therapy clearly showing its effects on her skin and figure, Jennifer had decided to continue with it even though she would get to pee only twice or thrice during the day due to her hectic schedule.
But it wasn’t problem for her. Being the owner of a titanic bladder at least saves you the trouble of needing to go to the loos every now and then.
Being a thorough professional , Jennifer Lawrence never liked to interrupt her work with a useless and unproductive task such as peeing.
She had always considered her bladder as a tank meant for storing her urine as long as she wished to keep it there.
She had only been desperate to pee once during work while shooting for one of her TV shows back in her earlier days in the industry.
After chugging down at least a couple bottles of water on the sets, she had held it for almost 6 hours before rushing into the toilet to take an incredibly long pee.
Till date Jennifer had considered this the closest she had ever been to losing control and wetting herself. But that happened way back when she was a kid. Jennifer’s bladder had grown in capacity since then and she was well aware of it.
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Slurping down her third bottle of water ,Jennifer stepped inside the dressing room ready to get her costume and make-up done.
“Honey, you would want to go to the toilet before you put this suit on..” said her assistant , Justine ,looking at Jennifer emptying the bottle she had walked in with.
“No it’s fine…I can hold it” Jennifer said, nodding back.
“Really? ….I mean are you sure? It’s gonna be a long shoot today…I would suggest you to go to the toilets before putting this suit on….”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine…I don’t even clearly remember the last time I was desperate to pee anyway…the director is gonna be really mad if I don’t get to the sets on time…”
“Well fine…” Justine breathed, accepting her defeat.
A skin tight ,dark blue costume was what Jennifer had to wear for her character in the movie. The process of just putting it on, took more than an hour.It was such a tedious task that Jennifer would require Justine’s help to just put it on. But there was another problem that came along with it. Jennifer usually had to wait either for the break time or till the shoot wrapped up before she could undo her heavy rubber molded costume ,to finally use the loos. During longer schedules , Mark ,the director of the movie would give Jennifer ample amount of loo breaks in-between, because he understood that with the amount of water actresses had these days, being stuck inside a costume with a full bladder could be a big trouble for them.
After finally being done with her costume and make up, Jennifer was ready to shoot .
She shot a glance at her mobile phone, it was 9:17 am . The shoot hadn’t even started yet and Jennifer could feel a vast amount of piss already sitting in her bladder. Maybe she should have peed before putting on the costume, but now it was too late to go back on that decision. She’d at least have to wait until lunch before she could undo her dress to be able to pee.
Sitting on a chair with her legs crossed, Jennifer read through her script, trying to memorize the lines before she gave the shot ,ignoring the signals her bladder had been sending for the past two hours.
Considering the fact that they were already behind schedule ,the producer had asked the film’s unit to wrap up a major part of the shoot today itself .
“Guys…there will not be a 2 hour long lunch break today…just a 15 minute recess…got it?” Mark announced through the mike.
Everyone on the set was working in overdrive, trying to hurry things up since there was so much to do in such a little time span.
Even though Jennifer was feeling a considerable need to pee, she kept drinking water in between the shots , trying to keep up with her water therapy.
And before long, her bladder started ballooning rapidly. Even the tight costume she was wearing wasn’t enough to prevent her bladder from expanding significantly.
Jennifer noticed the growing bulge in her abdomen but it hardly bothered her. She was well aware that her bladder was no less than a camel’s and that she could hold her pee as long as she wished to.
She just didn’t want to interrupt the shoot with an abrupt bathroom break and she took it as a perfect opportunity to put her mighty bladder to work.
Although Jennifer hadn’t admitted this to anyone but she felt incredibly proud of herself ,being in public and talking to people while holding on to a precariously full bladder.
The thought that the people whom she is talking to are unaware of how full her bladder is , was a high for Jennifer. It made her feel far superior to other people who would dare not waste a second in finding where the nearest loo is if they had a bladder even half as loaded and full as hers.
Jennifer was enjoying each moment of it, walking around in the sets when she had a minute or two, talking to the crew members , as she felt her bladder fill up more with each step she took and she wasn’t even desperate yet, all thanks to the walls of steel her bladder had.
By the time it was 5 in the evening, Jennifer had consumed a whooping ten liters of water topped off with a cup of coffee, despite her ever mounting need to pee.
Her need to pee had increased leaps and bounds by now. She was beginning to think of asking Mark for the permission to go use the toilet , but cancelled the idea because she knew that they didn’t have time to waste. Removing her tight costume and putting it back after peeing would have easily taken around 2 hours and Jennifer understood that was a nonnegotiable situation.
“Everything fine?” Mark asked, as he saw Jennifer standing by her vanity, waiting for the shot to be ready.
“Ya! But …..I was just wondering when the shoot is gonna end?” she asked. The first thought that she might have drank way too much for even her cast –iron bladder to hold was beginning to creep into Jennifer’s mind.
“I don’t know …it depends on how quickly we cover up the remaining portion…”
“Well I was just wondering… if I could use the toilets... you know...it has been a while since we started shooting…” Jennifer said, trying to conceal the fact that she was beginning to feel desperate. The amount of urine being pumped into her bladder was way more than what she had calculated and now she was growing worried, thinking about when she would get to pee. “Well I know honey and I am so sorry I haven’t given you any time to relieve yourself but please could you wait a little longer…? We absolutely cannot afford any delays right now..’ Mark said, as he noticed Jennifer’s tightly pressed thighs.
“Oh no, it’s okay…I’m fine, I was just asking” Jennifer smiled, trying to hide her dilemma. She had never felt her bladder fill up so quickly. It was a warning sign that she empty her tank as soon as she possibly could or she would in big trouble.
Mark left , leaving behind Jennifer who was now fighting a rigorous battle against her dangerously full bladder .
As she continued to shoot despite her increasing need to urinate Jennifer had to make a conscious and consistent effort in keeping her sphincters shut.
All throughout the shoot ,Jennifer was consistently scissoring her thighs trying to ease the building strain in her bulbous bladder. She was praying for the shoot to wrap-up soon but it seemed like her prayers were going unheard.
Jennifer was now forced to take small , careful steps to avoid jogging her bladder .
After shooting for one of those intense emotional scenes ,Jennifer walked up to the small T.V that Mark used for running the frames they had just shot.
She bent forward a little, holding her butt with both her hands, looking into the TV screen. Jennifer observed it minutely to see if she had acted well enough.
As the scene ran, Jennifer seemed convinced with her performance but it was the director’s verdict that really mattered.
“You acted well, it doesn’t look like you needed to pee while filming these scenes” Mark reported with a smile.
“Well thanks…that’s a huge compliment” Jennifer giggled. Although she was happy to get a positive feedback for her work , the waves of urine crashing against the walls of her bladder were posing to be a big trouble.
As hours passed the load in her bladder dramatically increased. The walls of her aching bladder felt incredibly stretched and not to mention its heaviness, Jennifer was now going out of her mind to use the loos.
“When is this shoot gonna end?” she complained, as she sat on a chair with her legs crossed, rubbing her swollen abdomen gently.
“I told you to pee before you put that ridiculous costume on…” Justine barked, clearly upset with her boss for not listening to her repeated warnings.
“I can’t believe my bladder is so full already, I should have cut down on water...” Jennifer reported, squirming on her seat in an effort to ease the pressure, “… a bad day to do the water therapy I guess” she smirked. Jennifer was now regretting her decision to keep drinking more fluids even though her bladder had been revolting against it.
“Well ,looks like you’ll just have to hold it” Justine said, she was well aware of just how much water Jennifer had been drinking throughout the day and it didn’t come to her as a surprise that she was now feeling an insuppressible need to wee.
“Well it’s easy to say that…you have no idea how it feels to drink 10 liters of water and not be able to use the toilets for the entire day…” Jennifer moaned in agony.
Anyhow, Jennifer willed herself to continue shooting although she was growing less sure if she would be able to last long enough.
“Just what is that? Why is your stomach so bloated?” Mark asked, looking at the enormous bulge Jennifer was sporting.
“I told you…my bladder is really swelling up after all that water I had” Jennifer responded, as she stood with her hands on her hips.
“Oh…I am so sorry Jen , I promise , we’ll pack up the shoot as soon as possible” Mark replied, before showing her some modifications in the script.
While Jennifer discussed the changes with the director, she could feel her body pumping streams of urine into her already mammoth full bladder. If she’d been at home, she would have gone to the toilet hours ago.
She was finding it difficult to even walk straight with a bladder so distended. With each passing moment ,it was getting harder for her to focus on her lines and bring out the correct expressions while on the camera.
Jennifer was really worried, the shoot was taking longer than what she had expected and she really had to pee now. Her bladder was now bulging well out over her tight suit, making her look a few months pregnant.
“Mark …honey… do you think, we can take a small break?” Jennifer asked , as she caressed her painfully swollen bladder.
“Ya sure a 15 minute recess will be good but please not more than that…” he replied, shuffling through some pages.
“That is not what I meant…”
“Then?”
“I mean… can I take restroom break, I really need it…” Jennifer requested, her eyes begging for a positive reply.
“I can’t let you do that darling… we are already behind schedule and I don’t think we’ll be able to wait another two hours for you to go to the bathroom and come back…I am sorry honey ,I just can’t help it…” Mark stated.
“Mark…”Jennifer said, “I have to go to the bathroom, I can’t take ‘no’ for an answer. My bladder feels like it’s gonna burst inside me…you have to let me go!” she demanded.
“I told you Jennifer, it is not possible for me to stall the shoot, you’ll just have to hold it back until we pack up…” Mark replied, before he gave his actress a sympathetic look and then leaving her there.
Truly, Mark thought, he had never seen anyone fight so hard to control their pee, nor could he ever remember anyone having consumed so much liquid without using the loos, but there was nothing he could have done to help the poor girl. The producer had already invested a lot of money and any more delays meant a huge loss to him. Now all depended on how long Jennifer could manage to keep her flood back.
Jennifer felt she was gonna die , trying to hold all that water inside her, she needed to release it and soon.
Each shot she gave and each movement she made was agony. Jennifer’s bladder was so full she couldn’t even think straight.
She was now stuck in her skin tight over all suit, needing to piss like a racehorse. She had overestimated her bladder capacity and she was cursing herself over the decision to drink so much when she knew she wouldn’t be able to use the toilet. Her bladder was now converted into a urine bomb which was about to explode anytime soon.
All she could think of was how badly she wanted to use the toilets. She had never needed to pee this bad in her entire life .
Although she was trying her best do hide how desperate she was , her clenched fists and tightly pressed thighs told the truth. Her back was slightly arched, as she strained every muscle in her body to contain the bursting pressure in her bladder.
Jennifer somehow was willing herself through the shoot, each passing moment pushed her closer to losing control and wetting herself.
She just could not pee in the suit, it was way too expensive and she certainly wasn’t in the position to pay for any damages done to it.
For one of the scenes she had to perform a sword fight with Charles, who played the main antagonist in the movie. It was all going well until she accidentally stabbed him in his gut.
“WHOA!” the guy screamed, as he fell to the ground, immediately holding his wound. It was not deep but it did hurt.
Jennifer covered her mouth in horror, “I am so sorry , I didn’t mean to….” she wailed, as crew members gathered around them.
“Oh no, it’s okay don’t worry…” Charles said as he got back to his feet. Jennifer took a breath of relief when she realized that her co-star hadn’t suffered any major injuries.
As a doctor attended to the actor’s wound, Jennifer stood by him, blaming herself for this.
“I am so sorry, I couldn’t execute the moves . I really have to go to the bathroom and it is making me so distracted, I can’t concentrate on anything…” Jen said, when the doctor finally left.
“It’s okay, I said I am fine you don’t have to worry.”
She smiled at Charles before he went his way. Jennifer wrapped her hands around her chest. She was practically shaking with the effort it took to hold her piss. She crossed her legs slightly . Even this little movement gave her bladder the worst beating ever. But the biggest problem was, that a considerable part of all the water she had throughout the day was still left to go through her. Jennifer was in deep,deep trouble.
As she saw the crew members pacing around, trying to catch up with the limited amount of time that was left in their hands, Jennifer was barely able to contain herself, “Fuck...I won’t be able to hold it till the shoot ends but Mark…he won’t let me go… what to do?” she thought, there was not much time left for her either. She felt so helpless ,she was about to cry but was trying her best not to breakdown.
As the clock struck 9, Jennifer was finding it really hard to stand still as her bladder continued to fill and swell. It was getting difficult for her to even recall those thoroughly memorized lines.
While walking around the set, Jennifer grabbed her crotch from time to time when she felt sure that no one would see her doing so. It somewhat helped ease the insane amount of pressure on her tired sphincters but she knew it won’t be enough to hold back the flood, when it comes.
Five minutes to mid-night, the film’s unit decided to shoot the last scene for the day.
Jennifer was glad to know that the schedule was about to end soon but her bladder was deliriously tired of containing so much pee for so long . Neither did her bladder had the strength nor the space to hold even a drop more of urine, there was not much time left for her, she had to hurry.
Full of pee ,Jennifer geared up for the final shot . As she stepped out of the vanity she had to grab her crotch for a moment to provide some back up to her now exhausted sphincters.
Bent forward a little ,she staggered her way to the set , cupping her colossal bladder bulge. The pain was unbelievable but she had to endure it.
Jennifer’s bladder was so stretched that each step she took left her withering in agony. She was moments away from losing control and peeing into her costume but there was no looking back now.
Stiff-legged and hunched forward, she hobbled towards the set trying her best to keep from leaking.
“Roll camera…and…action!” the director exclaimed, giving the cue to begin filming.
Jennifer tried to speak her lines with utmost concentration but each time ,she couldn’t keep herself from stammering a bit.
“Cut it!” Mark shouted, “Jennifer what are you doing?! Focus on your lines, feel the lines, alright? Let’s go…”
Only Jennifer knew that almost her entire focus was being consumed in trying to stop her pee from gushing out. A single moment of relaxation and she was gonna lose it.
Another shot and this time Jennifer couldn’t stop herself from shaking with pressure in addition to her stammering.
“Jen you look completely out of your character…com’mon, I know you can do better than this…”, a clearly frustrated and angry Mark stated.
Even after several retakes , Mark remained unsatisfied with Jennifer’s performance. He took her to the side and said, “Jen honey you are practically shaking while doing your lines, what’s the matter?”
Jennifer, who stood with her thighs tightly pressed together and bending forward a little while cupping her bladder , said with a look of distress on her face,“I….I…I have to use the toilets….it’s gonna come out…”. She had clearly reached the end of her rope.
Mark had completely forgotten about Jennifer’s problem and this confession from her almost made him feel guilty . He felt it was her mistake that Jennifer wasn’t getting to use the toilets.
“I am sorry Jen.. it is all because of me, I know…but we cannot stall the shoot now …there is so much stress and pressure upon us to cover the shoot today itself..we are running out of time…please this one last shot Jennifer please…” he pleaded.
At this moment , Jennifer felt as if all the pressure, tension and stress the entire cast and crew was experiencing had been transferred into her bladder. It all depended on her now, she knew she had to do it.
Mustering up her entire remaining strength she forced herself to shoot, with her pee right on the edge of shooting out uncontrollably.
But the problem was that even the smallest scenes take hours to shoot in big budget movies.
It was almost 4 in the morning by the time the shoot finally met its end. Several times during this duration, Jennifer felt drops of pee escape, leaving a wet feeling around her crotch. To her luck the rubber costume couldn’t have absorbed any of that .
Even Jennifer was amazed that she had managed to hold her pee that long. Bent forward, she made her way to the dressing room. The only thing that was standing between her and the relief she needed was her costume.
Her assistant Justine, was amazed on how this girl had somehow managed to hold her pee for this long. She was right behind Jennifer because she knew that her boss would need her help with removing the suit.
After almost 20 hours of shooting, trapped in her skin tight suit, Jennifer was now ready to unload her long held lake of pee.
She was barely able to hold it any longer, grabbing her crotch tight and holding the wall for support, Jennifer staggered her way to the dressing room.
As they both stepped inside, Jennifer broke out of her somehow held poise and calm, “Justine, get me out of this shit…fuck I’m gonna pee my pants..” she cried out, crossing her legs tight and grabbing her crotch.
“Don’t worry…you’ll be out in no time” Justine said as she flung into action. She knew Jennifer didn’t have much time left in her hands. There was a strong possibility that she would lose control and wet herself while removing the dress.
“ had so much water…” Jennifer sighed as she sat on the chair facing the mirror. This was an impossible situation. There was no way, she would last. She squirmed in her seat, desperately trying her best to keep from wetting herself as Justine continued to undo the costume.
“Hurry up Justine…”Jennifer wailed, her hand digging deep inside her crotch.
“I told you not to drink so much water!” Justine scolded.
It took a little less than an hour to take the suit off . The moment Jennifer realized that she was free to go, she made a mad dash for the loos ,wearing just her bra and panty.
She grabbed her crotch tightly on the way, trying to hang on just a little longer.
“Wait I wanna watch you pee…” Justine exclaimed with a smile as she followed Jennifer into the toilet.
Once in there, Jennifer stripped down her panties in a fraction of a second and let out an incredible blast of pee even before she sat on the toilet.
“Ahha….” Jennifer sighed in relief at last, closing in her eyes as she experienced the best peegasm of her life, “Hufff…”
“Spread your legs, I wanna watch…” Justine requested in excitement and Jennifer obliged.
And what Justine saw next left her awe struck, the pressure and force that Jennifer was peeing with was god like. It was like a bath tab turned full on.
She had never seen or heard anyone pee like that before. She looked on in amazement as the torrent rushing out of her friend gained even more strength . The sheer quantity of urine coming out of Jennifer was unbelievable.
Even after peeing for an entire minute, her stream didn’t look like it was gonna stop any time soon.
“That is not possible…no one can pee that much…” Justine blabbered as her eyes widened in shock.
“Told you I had to go to the bathroom..” Jennifer sighed, holding her knees and leaning forward a little, with her eyes closed, as she kept on peeing and peeing and peeing. Although a vast amount of liquid had already left her, Jennifer’s bladder hardly felt any less full.
“I can’t believe you were holding back that much… that’s impossible…!” Justine giggled in surprise and shock.
“I thought I was gonna die trying to hold back all that water…” Jennifer sighed as she finally felt the pain in her bladder begin to ease.
As Jennifer continued to empty herself she felt almost as if she was about to faint with relief.
“You certainly did your water therapy today…”Justine quoted, looking at the awful amount of urine pouring out of her friend. Even after peeing for minutes on an end, Jennifer’s stream looked powerful enough to leave a crack on the porcelain.
Justine gazed on as Jennifer’s bladder finally began to deflate.
After around 5 minutes of peeing, her torrent die down to a mere trickle before eventually dying out. Jennifer’s bladder finally had nothing more in store.
“That was such a good piss, I feel so relieved..” she sighed, as she stood up after wiping herself, to slide her panties back on.
Although her bladder was now empty ,it still felt incredibly strained and each step she took hurt her inner muscles.
“It feels so relieving when it comes out so good..” Jennifer moaned , rubbing her abdomen to show where it still pained.
“I bet you feel 20 pounds lighter after letting out all that…” Justine joked.
All the way home Justine couldn’t keep herself from commenting on how impressed she was with Jennifer’s holding capacity and the kind of blast she could produce after holding it for so long.
Jennifer had barely dodged a huge accident and now all she wanted to do was get home and go to sleep.
This was indeed, the most important piss of her life.
Edited February 19, 2015 by Pain 予言の子
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Hi everyone! It's been a while -sorry! I've been very busy with work and life, but here is a loooooong one for you all! It's probably not for everybody since it requires patience to read through, but hopefully its someone's cup of tea.
Vernie was a history major at the University of Maine. She was fascinated by different cultures, especially those developed over several centuries. Though she loved her student life, her true passion was travelling and exploring the world. After two years of applying, she had finally been selected for the Discover The Planet co-op program sponsored by National Geographic where a University student got a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to shadow a professional photographer and historian team through a project.
This year, National Geographic would be visiting Brazil to do a piece on the Guarani tribe. Though it was the largest tribe in the area, it had lost most of its land to local farmers. Vernie had been warned that the population was trying to cling on to its traditional lifestyle and went to violent measures when threatened. It was an especially sensitive time, with a lengthy drought torturing Central Brazil and water reserves running undoubtedly low. She was nervous but excited for the adventure, travelling with two middle-aged Caucasian women. Jane, the camera-woman, was a tall, slender blonde who had a very patient demeanor as expected with her profession. Alicia, a brunette, was shorter and curvier who was quite chatty and excitable. She and Vernie became friends immediately, discussing global cultures through the entire flight. Alicia was quite the story-teller and Vernie soaked up every detail; the ten-hour flight ended up feeling like thirty minutes.
The flight attendant warned that the washrooms would be closed soon, as preparation for landing. Vernie suddenly realized the fullness of her bladder and got up to use the facilities. She hadn't peed since that afternoon at the airport, just prior to boarding the plane. Luckily, there wasn't much of a wait for the plane's sole toilet and she was able to enter the tiny cubicle well before the "Please Remain Seated" sign lightened up. After peeing, she took the opportunity to inspect herself in the mirror while washing her hands. Her jet black hair was puffed up in a few areas so she took the opportunity to flatten out the issue with her hand. She looked very much like a typical average-height, glasses-wearing, nerdy Asian girl, but her hard work at the gym and vibrant personality attracted plenty of attention from boys. It also didn't hurt that she was a bit curvier than the average Asian, especially in the ass department due to her dedication to doing squats regularly.
As she returned to her seat, she realized that Alicia, seated beside her, hadn't visited the toilet at all. She asked her about it and got an amused smile in return. "I've had plenty of practice with holding it after twelve years on the job." Vernie wondered about that statement for a moment before diverting her attention to the window beside Alicia. Even with darkness outside, it was clear that the plane had started its descent.
Thankfully, the customs didn't give the girls too much trouble and there was an abundance of cabs waiting to take them to their hotel. Alicia and Jane were used to bunking together so they took one of the beds, leaving Vernie alone in the other. They were all exhausted from the flight and travel continued in a short six hours, so it was straight to bed after a quick trip to the washroom.
They finally reached their destination around noon the next day after a long, crowded bus ride on bumpy terrain. There was still an hour walk to get to the tribal region with nothing for miles so they visited a small cafe for lunch and coffee after exiting the bus. Alicia made sure they all visited the ladies, stressing that there would be no toilets available for the foreseeable future. Vernie found this to be an interesting contrast to her attitude the night before. She wasn't too worried- she was a naturally large bladdered gal who had put off going to the washroom many times while studying in the library with an extra-large coffee. It was always just a little bit tougher to concentrate with a full bladder but it sure beat packing up study materials to visit the ladies and then unpacking again five minutes later. A few of her friends had fallen victim to library thieves by leaving their materials unguarded while they peed and there was no way she was ever taking that risk.
Since Alicia spoke fluent Portugese, she led the way towards the Indian Reserve. It was a tough trek, with large, heavy backpacks containing camping gear, food, water, and filming equipment, so they made sure to sip water as they walked to stay hydrated. There was no telling exactly when they would have their first encounter with the natives with the population occupying a vast area for living, hunting, farming, etc. It didn't take long. After a half-hour of walking, the women encountered a group of young kids playing tag. They immediately stopped and stared at the visitors for a brief moment before running in the direction of the village, presumably to inform their elders. Vernie looked over at her companions nervously, but they seemed unconcerned as they continued walking. They had undoubtedly been in these situations before.
When they got to the old village with small residential structures made of wood and straw, it was clear that they were expected. The adults had formed a massive semi-circle around the entrance to the living area- the men at the front, women and children at the back. They were dressed in hand-made leather clothing, sporting a mixture of traditional and modern weapons- spears, rifles, knives. An older man with white hair, the Chief, stood unarmed at the front to welcome the girls.
Alicia engaged in conversation with him and presented a gift, a large package of dried meats, fruits, and nuts. The man smiled and gestured for them to join him for tea. Immediately, the environment lightened up and the tribe erupted in excited chatter. Children rushed ahead to get a better look at the newcomers. Alicia continued the conversation with the man and his wife at the humble wooden dining table as their daughter made tea. Vernie could tell that it was a negotiation and the Chief was not all too pleased at the prospect of being photographed. Finally, his wife spoke up and he seemed to consider the possibility. He excused himself and her to discuss the matter in private, then returned with a proposal.
Alicia listened attentively, but visibly frowned as the man finished. She opened her mouth to counter the proposal, but derived that it was likely the only possibility from the man's facial expression. Reluctantly, she turned to Vernie and Jane to deliver the news. Vernie could tell she was having some difficulty in deciding just where to start.
"Chief Kaka says that global publicity could help his tribe's cause since land is constantly being taken away from them by the Brazilian Government and it's making life more difficult every year. He appreciates that we have come here to visit and presented a gift to the village. However, it will be tough for outsiders to earn the trust of the tribe, given all they have been through."
She hesitated. Jane pushed her to continue. "And?"
"Well the immediate concern is the drought. The tribe's reserves will run out in a few days then their only option will be to steal from the city, which will undoubtedly give the government a valid reason to clear out the village completely. With no access to the river anymore, they rely on rainwater for drinking, bathing, and farming. Everyone is very worried, so they want help with getting water."
Vernie raised an eyebrow. "They want US to help them negotiate with the government?"
"Not exactly."
"Help them steal water then?"
"No. Actually they believe in sacrifice to the Gods to request rain."
Jane let out a yelp. The Chief looked over at her and frowned.
Alicia quickly continued, realizing the idea sounded much worse than it actually was. "It's basically just a ceremony where we lead the way to earn the trust of the tribe."
"What do we have to do?"
Alicia blushed and continued. "Well, they have a ritual where youthful women give their... urine to the Gods in the hopes of getting rainfall in return."
Jane and Vernie mused in silence for a long minute before finally nodding to each other in agreement. Jane spoke up. "Well, that seems fair enough, nothing too bad- I suppose we could all pee in a container or something and let them do what they want with it. So long as we get to do our project here."
Alicia hesitated again. "It's a little more than that. We need to be tied naked in clear view of the Gods... and everyone else... for three hours while the ceremony happens then we will pee at the end. I'm sorry-it's the only way they'll let us stay."
Jane let out an audible gasp and glanced in disgust at the Chief. Naked AND peeing in front of all the village's men, women, and children! Vernie twisted nervously- she had not expected this! She was terrified but dared not speak for the fear of being sent home. Hopefully, Alicia and Jane would decline this outrageous demand!
Alicia sensed the repulsion from her companions and spoke to the Chief again. He seemed set in his decision, shaking his head profusely at Alicia's counter-proposals. Finally, after five minutes of back and forth discussion, Alicia addressed Jane and Vernie again. "He says we may keep our panties on, but nothing else."
Jane nibbled her lip thoughtfully. "Well, it is an improvement on being naked..."
Vernie was still frightened at having to go through the ceremony, but realized there may not be a back-up plan to this project which would probably leave her with nothing. "Is there no way we can leave our bras on?"
Alicia seemed surprised at her friends' willingness to consider the idea and turned to the Chief who once again shook his head and replied with a definitive tone.
"He says the panties are already a huge compromise- usually a crotch cover is only permitted for married women who are selected for the ritual. It must be done naked so nothing is hidden from the Gods except for the intimates reserved for the men."
"Are you okay with this?" Jane asked Alicia.
"I'd be willing to go through with it if you girls are." Alicia, a secret exhibitionist who posted her nudes on public websites all the time, was getting excited at the prospect of being admired for three hours. There was something so sexy about being seen in all her glory by this tribe without being worried about nude photos haunting her later on. They didn't have cameras, phones, or internet- she could enjoy the ritual fully, without worries. If only her friends agreed...
Vernie was eager to push Jane over the edge. Losing this career opportunity was truly the worst case scenario! "I'm in too. It'll be over quick then we can go ahead with the project for the next four days."
Jane hesitated, still wanting no part in any of it. She would feel horrible if her friends had to leave with nothing just because of her reluctance to go along with the ritual. Poor Vernie might never get another chance to do something like this! She slowly nodded her head. "OK, I'll do it."
The girls were quickly escorted to a larger hut used for fermenting wine by a four-some of young giggling ladies. They were served wine to fill up their bladders and told stories by the native girls about past rituals. Alicia, already drunk, happily translated.
"These girls led the last ritual, two weeks ago. They are all still single, so they were stark naked. They see this as a great chance to get attention from the young men in the village and see who might be interested in being their husband one day."
Jane and Vernie giggled at the thought and the natives took it as an encouraging sign. They began removing the girls' clothing as Alicia got some more details from them.
Vernie stole a glance at Jane beside her as her bra was ripped off. She was in great shape for a mid 30's woman with defined abs and small perky breasts. Vernie felt a bit embarrassed about her chubbier, curvier frame despite her youth.
She got a chance to check out Alicia's gorgeous 40D breasts as she shared new details about the ritual with them. "You're supposed to try to hold your pee for three hours, but they always make you drink way too much to last that long. Don't worry about peeing early if you lose control. Shia here peed herself just one hour in and then twice more before the three hour mark finally came and everyone peed together. She wet her bed later that night too. She needs to find a man who doesn't mind pee accidents."
Vernie couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of waking up next to a man in a wet bed. How childish! Who could possibly appreciate his woman doing THAT? With the girls finally stripped down to their panties and very drunk, they were led outside to be presented to eager eyes who had never seen foreign nudity before. The sun was setting, but there was still enough light to admire the feminine curves from all angles. Jane covered her breasts as she followed the group in the rear, but Vernie was starting to enjoy the experience in her drunk state and walked confidently behind Alicia. Males and females, young and old, all pointed excitedly at the pretty women walking through. Some of the teenage boys grew erections upon sight of the scantily-clad beauties.
The men had built a mighty fire in the center of the village to make sure their guests felt comfortable during the cool night. Jane had been shivering during the short walk from the hut to the fire, but warmed up immediately. The heat felt incredible against her naked body. She could already feel a slight need to pee as the coffee, water, and wine was making its way into her bladder. She had always been the "precautionary-pee" type of girl. Her habit of drinking a generous amount of water throughout the day had its drawbacks, especially since she didn't have the largest bladder capacity. She looked down and blushed at her hazelnut brown full-cut panties. They would be getting wet soon- hopefully not TOO soon.
The singing and dancing started as the girls were led up some wooden stairs to a 7-foot high platform with five thick poles. Three muscular men wrapped rough ropes around the women and tied them securely to the middle poles. Vernie grew hot and horny at the feeling of the husky man tying her up and wished she could be cradled in his arms for just a moment before he walked off the platform. She wondered if there was visible wetness on her white bikini-style knickers.
One the women were tied in open view of the entire village, the young girls who had served them wine presented three coconuts to the excited crowd which cheered loudly. They stabbed each thick shell once with a knife to form a hole and raised it to the lips of each woman to drink. The coconut's volume surprised Alicia. She could feel her stomach filling rapidly as she gulped the water down. Some of the liquid dripped down her chin onto her voluptuous breasts. She felt sexually charged by the feeling of helplessness. She was being forced to drink a copious amount of liquid which would fill up her bladder and make her wet her cute little red thong in full captivity and sight of hundreds of people. She wished she could masturbate right where she stood.
Thirty minutes later, the women were served another coconut. Gosh, they were filling! Jane felt like she was going to burst from all the liquid in her tummy. She could feel her bladder filling and it had become more than a mild discomfort. Under normal circumstances, she would be looking for a toilet right now to relieve herself before the warning became an urge. She doubted that she would be able to hang on for even one hour with her bladder filling so rapidly.Down below her, the natives were singing and dancing happily, playing home-made musical instruments such as drums made from animal skin, flutes made from bone, rattles from wood and pebbles. She had been wanting to cross her legs for a while now but knew everyone was eagerly anticipating a sign of desperation from the women. She just didn't want to be the first to show weakness.
Ten more minutes passed and Jane had begun involuntarily bobbing, her breasts lightly bouncing in front of her. She saw a boy of about fifteen excitedly point her out to his mate beside him and laugh hysterically. Jane burned beet red and forced herself to stop shifting. Her bladder was filling at an alarming pace. She was at the point now where normally she would have gladly dropped whatever she was doing to relieve herself, but she was helplessly bound, almost naked, to an outdoor pole.
Alicia had been wondering where the villagers relieved themselves, with no toilets in the huts. With wine being downed by the gallon, she didn't have to wait long to find out. Desperate men and women started making their way to a couple of adjacent wooden outhouses (one male and one female) constructed above a massive ditch to pee. It wasn't long before a line-up formed in front of each outhouse and people started to just pee behind trees. The platform was quite a convenient lookout to spy on men and women alike relieving themselves. Alicia noticed Vernie straining her neck to catch a glimpse of the attractive man who had tied her to the pole. He was peeing a powerful torrent behind a tree to their left. Alicia wondered if there was a way to show the young student a fun time during the project. Having sexual relations with study subjects and co-workers was highly frowned upon by National Geographic, but she had definitely succumbed to temptation a few times.
Seeing people pee was absolute torture for Jane. She wished she also had the luxury of just letting go. The sight of squirming girls lined up for the outhouse made her cross her own legs. She could see the knowing eyes staring at her, but she didn't care. Her need was getting too urgent to bother with pretending not to need the toilet now.
The girls returned to the platform with bowls of wine. Jane not only felt desperate but also quite drunk. Everything seemed hazy now- the music, the giant fire, the people gawking at her just waiting for her to wet herself. She had half a mind to just relax her bladder and let her pee flow through her panties. It hardly mattered anyway- she would undoubtedly pee eventually and probably a few more times before the night was done. No, it was too early. She needed to make sure that it looked like a half-decent effort, so that the tribe wouldn't feel disrespected. If only Vernie or Alicia would pee first! That would permit her to release her flood without feeling so embarrassed! Everyone down there was going to be so excited at the first wetting. Unfortunately, she couldn't see any visible signs of desperation from her friends. She definitely had the smallest bladder of the three girls with her thin frame.
Vernie eyed her new crush as he seated himself on a tree stump after peeing. It was hard to see in the night but she had seen the outline of his fat cock in the moonlight as his heavy stream arced to the ground. He had looked up to see her watching and had flashed her a nice smile. She wanted nothing more than to have him inside her. Oh, how great it would be to have him rip off her peed panties once this was all over. She wondered if it would please him to see her pee or if it was just all a religious ceremony in his eyes. It had be something more- it just had to. She was there on the platform available for his pleasure-practically naked. She was helpless, vulnerable as he had tied her to the post. She was going to pee in front of everyone- such a private and intimate need. It was beyond her control- she would helplessly perform an act which shouldn't be seen by the public. Just the fact that the pee originated from her most private region was humiliating enough. Her pussy tingled at the thought and she shifted her hips uncomfortably. Her bladder had started to send warnings to her brain.
Fifteen minutes later, the ceremony was nearly half over. Vernie and Alicia both had their legs crossed tightly and were bobbing on the spot. Jane was in rough shape, squirming constantly, pulling on her binds to no avail. How she wished that her hands were free to help her hold in her pee! Down below, things were getting rowdy with people drinking way past their limits. A young recently-married woman, too drunk to move from her cozy seat next to her husband, simply hiked her dress to pee at the fire in front of them. The husband laughed loudly while an older woman seated nearby gave her a look of disapproval. Jane almost lost control at the sight of the young lady relieving herself.
Even the teen servers were quite drunk. They were absolutely giddy at the sight of the women struggling to hold in their urine. They couldn't help make life even more difficult for them as they forced yet another bowl of wine upon them. The girl tending to Jane, Xia, was especially interested in seeing an accident soon. She ran her fingers lightly over Jane's body, tickling her between sips. Jane's squirming intensified as her urine threatened to exit her tortured body. She moaned, laughed, and cried all at once as she desperately struggled to hold on. "PLEASE STOP! PLEASE!" she yelled with tears running down her face. She felt herself squirt and barely regained control. Xia immediately stopped tickling and knelt down to inspect the small wet spot on her panties. Impulsively, she licked it. Jane quivered helplessly at the feeling of the warm, wet tongue on her pussy. She just barely managed to hold on, glad that she had stopped at just one lick. She was so close to losing all control, on the verge of peeing all over the beautiful girl kneeling at her feet. She felt a powerful spasm coming on and violently twisted her hips trying not to succumb to her body's urgent demand.
Feeling sympathy for her prisoner, the girl stuck her hand into the wet crotch and pushed against Jane's pussy. It was immense relief for poor Jane, her wriggling easing immediately. "Oh, THANK you! That is so helpful! I almost peed myself there..."
However, the sexual temptation was too much for Xia to resist. She rose to her feet calmly, still gripping Jane's tortured womanhood. She shut her eyes and kissed her victim square on the lips, starting a slow, sensual massage of her pussy. She abruptly dropped the half-full bowl of wine and used the freed hand to massage the bare 28B breasts. Jane tried to resist, but her jaw seemed to unlock all on its own to welcome the invasive tongue in. The massaging of both feminine regions intensified as they kissed and a powerful sexual excitement built inside Jane. It was too much- she squirted again, tried briefly to regain control, then surrendered the battle.
Xia felt the warm wetness on her hand and broke off the kiss to look deep into Jane's eyes. She lowered her other hand so that they both caressing Jane's wet panties. She started rubbing the clitoris and vagina furiously as Jane peed, not stopping until the woman's bladder was empty and she had a massive, screaming, squirting orgasm in front of the entire tribe. Jane was lost in the blissful moment for a few seconds before a light slap on the bum brought her back to reality. Her face burned red with humiliation at the thought of what she had just done as Xia cheerfully left the platform.
Suddenly the sky above them rumbled, exciting the tribe further. The Gods had acknowledged Jane's sacrifice! The rains were coming! The crowd quickly focussed its attention on the other two women hoping for a second wetting soon. It was a matter of time with all the liquid the ladies had consumed.
The orgasm had not only left Jane embarrassed but oddly craving more of Xia's touch. She had never been with a woman, never even fantasized about having sexual contact with one. That is, until this strange encounter involving a public wetting accident had left her internally begging to be fondled further. She stared longingly at Xia's fit bottom swerving gracefully as the young lady made her way back to her seat with the other bachelorettes.
Alicia directed her attention towards the outhouse line-ups to keep her mind off her own predicament. A thirty-year old woman waiting with her two adolescent daughters was obviously close to wetting herself despite an iron-grip on her crotch. Being a caring mother, she had waited much too long to seek relief, trying to get her crying infant son to fall sleep. The drunk women already in line had been too worried about their own needs to consider her desperate pleas about a weakened bladder due to the recent pregnancy. She had resorted to holding herself in front of her daughters but couldn't make it into the outhouse in time. The young girls watched in amazement as their mother lost total control and soaked her light brown pants just a few steps away from the outhouse. A waterfall of pee ran down her legs forming dark streaks on her pants and a sizeable puddle in the dirt at her feet. Drunk women around them erupted with laughter, grabbing their own crotches to avoid leakage. Humiliated, the mother instructed the girls to go straight to their father once they had peed and rushed away to the safety and privacy of her hut.
Vernie squeezed her legs as tightly together as possible. God she was desperate. It would feel so good to just piss. It was what the villagers wanted anyway. However, she just couldn't give up yet. The persistent student inside her urged her to keep holding- to try her best to hold it for three hours. She had no idea how long the ritual had been going for- maybe two hours, two and a half if she was lucky. She eyed her crush, Zhar and wasn't surprised to see him looking back at her- he had been focussed on her all night since he had caught her staring while he peed. Upon eye contact, he got up purposefully and walked straight to directly below her. He undid his pants and pulled out his massive penis. Thanks to the fire's warm glow, Vernie had an unobstructed view of his beautiful organ this time. With a deep sigh of concentration, he started to pee and held his cock up to pee an arc in Vernie's direction. The pee didn't quite reach the platform, but she could smell the aroma and hear the loud splattering as it hit the ground. She winced as she involuntarily squirted through her white panties, no longer able to contain her urine. She desperately tried to regain control, but was only able to do so temporarily as the man finished peeing. He stepped out of his pants and removed his shirt before walking to the area directly under Vernie, beneath the platform. She couldn't hold on anymore and released her flood with an empathic sigh. Her warm pee flowed through the cracks in the wooden platform onto Zhar who opened his mouth to catch her stream. A dark cloud suddenly obstructed the moon and she could no longer see him as she continued emptying her engorged bladder.
The crowd chattered and cheered excitedly. Rainfall would surely come tonight! The Gods were pleased with the sacrifices of the western women. They chanted louder, danced faster. Their worries and struggles would end soon!
Zhar stepped out soaked with a huge erection once Vernie had stopped peeing. She gasped with uncontrollable excitement as he redressed in his clothes. Her sticky pussy juices added to the wet mess in her panties. She wanted nothing more than that huge cock in her mouth. She felt a weird sense of intimacy with the man- he was now covered in her pee, as if he was her property. He had been overtly excited by her act; she wanted to finish him off.
All eyes turned to Alicia, who was still struggling with a full bladder. She was now solely illuminated by the fire, but it was enough. Her writhing thighs, deep breaths, and pained facial expression showed that a wetting was imminent. Yet, she somehow continued to hold on. Ten minutes passed, then ten more. The natives looked at each in utter shock. Only fifteen minutes remained in the ritual and no woman had ever held on for the full three hours. The elders frowned collectively. Surely the Gods would be displeased at not receiving the final promised sacrifice! The Chief urged Alicia's server, Kari, to force her to drain another coconut.
Alicia's legs danced violently as yet more liquid entered her bursting body. She was in such unbearable pain, yet she knew she had to survive the full three hours. She prided herself on being able to hold her pee for as long as she had to. Ever since that horrible drunk accident in high school where she had wet herself in the back seat of a police car following a party bust-up, she had trained herself to have a strong bladder. She regularly held her pee for a full 24 hours without even the luxury of a morning pee. Three hours was nothing!
Jane wriggled uncomfortably beside her. Her exhausted bladder had rapidly filled up again and was once again demanding relief. She struggled to avoid wetting herself for a second time before Alicia's accident. What a baby she was! Already bursting to pee again while her co-worker had somehow held it all this time! She glanced over at Vernie who had her legs crossed tightly. Well, at least she wasn't alone!
Alicia felt her pee reach the very limits of her pee-hole. She somehow clenched her pussy muscles even tighter. She could see concern on the faces of the elders as she stubbornly held on. She was barely able to focus on the Chief's lips for a moment as he shook his head to answer an urgent inquiry from an old man beside him. She saw Chief Kaka firmly say that the ritual could not be changed. A minute later, a single loud thud sounded from a massive drum housed in a nearby hut. The crowd collectively whispered excitedly- only ten minutes remained!
Jane anxiously shifted. Her soiled panties had nearly dried from the heat of the fire, but a light outline of wetness still showed. She glanced over at Xia and saw that she had her fingers in her crotch while enjoying her show. Was she masturbating to her? It was too dark and too far away to tell. Then Jane noticed a dark spot around in the light sand in which she sat. She was casually wetting her dress as she watched Jane struggle! Was it an accident as she drunkenly lost control where she sat? Or was it for pleasure? Jane hoped she would get a chance to find out.
Alicia bit her lip hard as she struggled to hold on. Kari climbed up the stairs to the platform slowly and carefully with yet another bowl of wine for Alicia. This one was filled to the absolute brim. There was no way to tilt it towards Alicia's mouth without spilling some over her picture perfect tits. Alicia struggled mightily as gulp after gulp of wine was forced down her throat and cool liquid dripped torturously down her body from her breasts, to her abdomen, to her panties. She was sweating profusely as she tried to hold on.. somehow. This was her wildest fantasy ever, save for the fact that she was in severe pain. So many times she had fantasized about sharing her dark secret with someone. Her priceless treasure of adult diapers, pee magazines, and hard drives full of omorashi videos. For years, she had fantasized about having an "accident" in public. Now it would finally happen! It was truly a surreal experience for her.
The loud thud sounded again. Jane inadvertently squirted in her panties and watched three drops land between her feet. Oh God, it was about to happen again. Could she just hold on until the final drum?
Alicia finally downed the wine. It felt as if it was going straight into her bladder. Spasm after spasm ran through her as she somehow held on. Twisting so frantically that it seemed like the ropes which bound her would snap at any moment. Her bladder was bulging so much that she could easily be mistaken for a pregnant lady.
Vernie squirted. She clamped her youthful kegel muscles in a valiant effort to contain her pee for just a few minutes longer. Like Jane, she had a severely weakened bladder and loss of control for the second time that was imminent. As much as felt like letting go for some much-needed relief and putting on another show for Zhar, it was too close to the finish line to quit a second time.
Alicia felt her pee escape her pussy. She was in tears, trying to clamp the flow and somehow managed to. It hurt SO much to hold it. There were only two minutes to go, but it felt like an eternity. A dime-sized spot formed on her thong, immediately noticed by everyone who pointed excitedly at her crotch. Her desperation multiplied as another spasm jolted her poor body. The ocean of pee inside her pushed hard for full release. One minute to go.
Jane gritted her teeth as another squirt helplessly escaped her. She felt the pee run down her leg as she squeezed her thighs tightly to prevent further loss. Just a bit longer now.
Vernie spurted twice in rapid succession. Her legs glistened with wetness as she somehow stemmed the flow, the third spurt almost certainly being the final straw which would cause her to lose full bladder control again.
Alicia squirted ever so slightly again as her bladder stretched to its absolute limits. The spot on her tiny panties grew to the circumference of a half-dollar. She was going to lose control. She knew it, everyone knew it. Her body could not wait a second longer. A powerful and undeniable river erupted from her as the drum thud sounded for the third and final time. On cue, Vernie and Jane wet themselves as well. Exclamations of relief from the three imprisoned women were drowned by the angry sky above as a powerful thunderstorm initiated with heavy rainfall bombarding the village. Lightning lit the skies as Vernie and Jane finished wetting themselves for the second time that day a full minute later. However, Alicia's stream continued in strong fashion as men and women stared on in disbelief. The joy of the successful ritual as well as the fascination with Alicia's incredible display of continence combined to make the villagers celebrate uncontrollably with screaming and dancing.
It was impossible to see exactly when Alicia stopped peeing as the rain got extremely heavy rapidly, completely soaking everybody and killing the giant fire in a matter of seconds. The celebration died down swiftly and the women were finally untied as the villagers rushed to get their containers outside to collect as much valuable water as possible.
In a display of sincere gratitude, the women were given their choice of hut and partner for not only the night but the duration of the project. Alicia, being much too drunk and exhausted to even stand on her own, much less any form of sexual activity, allowed herself to be helped to the nearest bed.
Naturally, Vernie chose Zhar and Jane selected Xia. They woke up after a wild, passion-filled night of the greatest sex of their lives. Alicia woke up in a wet bed. All of them agreed it was the best start to the project they could have imagined. |
By the end of the day, Jennifer had been taking longer pees than usual. With the water therapy clearly showing its effects on her skin and figure, Jennifer had decided to continue with it even though she would get to pee only twice or thrice during the day due to her hectic schedule.But it wasn’t problem for her. Being the owner of a titanic bladder at least saves you the trouble of needing to go to the loos every now and then.Being a thorough professional , Jennifer Lawrence never liked to interrupt her work with a useless and unproductive task such as peeing.She had always considered her bladder as a tank meant for storing her urine as long as she wished to keep it there.She had only been desperate to pee once during work while shooting for one of her TV shows back in her earlier days in the industry.After chugging down at least a couple bottles of water on the sets, she had held it for almost 6 hours before rushing into the toilet to take an incredibly long pee.Till date Jennifer had considered this the closest she had ever been to losing control and wetting herself. But that happened way back when she was a kid. Jennifer’s bladder had grown in capacity since then and she was well aware of it...............................................................................................................................................................................Slurping down her third bottle of water ,Jennifer stepped inside the dressing room ready to get her costume and make-up done.“Honey, you would want to go to the toilet before you put this suit on..” said her assistant , Justine ,looking at Jennifer emptying the bottle she had walked in with.“No it’s fine…I can hold it” Jennifer said, nodding back.“Really? ….I mean are you sure? It’s gonna be a long shoot today…I would suggest you to go to the toilets before putting this suit on….”“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine…I don’t even clearly remember the last time I was desperate to pee anyway…the director is gonna be really mad if I don’t get to the sets on time…”“Well fine…” Justine breathed, accepting her defeat.A skin tight ,dark blue costume was what Jennifer had to wear for her character in the movie. The process of just putting it on, took more than an hour.It was such a tedious task that Jennifer would require Justine’s help to just put it on. But there was another problem that came along with it. Jennifer usually had to wait either for the break time or till the shoot wrapped up before she could undo her heavy rubber molded costume ,to finally use the loos. During longer schedules , Mark ,the director of the movie would give Jennifer ample amount of loo breaks in-between, because he understood that with the amount of water actresses had these days, being stuck inside a costume with a full bladder could be a big trouble for them.After finally being done with her costume and make up, Jennifer was ready to shoot .She shot a glance at her mobile phone, it was 9:17 am . The shoot hadn’t even started yet and Jennifer could feel a vast amount of piss already sitting in her bladder. Maybe she should have peed before putting on the costume, but now it was too late to go back on that decision. She’d at least have to wait until lunch before she could undo her dress to be able to pee.Sitting on a chair with her legs crossed, Jennifer read through her script, trying to memorize the lines before she gave the shot ,ignoring the signals her bladder had been sending for the past two hours.Considering the fact that they were already behind schedule ,the producer had asked the film’s unit to wrap up a major part of the shoot today itself .“Guys…there will not be a 2 hour long lunch break today…just a 15 minute recess…got it?” Mark announced through the mike.Everyone on the set was working in overdrive, trying to hurry things up since there was so much to do in such a little time span.Even though Jennifer was feeling a considerable need to pee, she kept drinking water in between the shots , trying to keep up with her water therapy.And before long, her bladder started ballooning rapidly. Even the tight costume she was wearing wasn’t enough to prevent her bladder from expanding significantly.Jennifer noticed the growing bulge in her abdomen but it hardly bothered her. She was well aware that her bladder was no less than a camel’s and that she could hold her pee as long as she wished to.She just didn’t want to interrupt the shoot with an abrupt bathroom break and she took it as a perfect opportunity to put her mighty bladder to work.Although Jennifer hadn’t admitted this to anyone but she felt incredibly proud of herself ,being in public and talking to people while holding on to a precariously full bladder.The thought that the people whom she is talking to are unaware of how full her bladder is , was a high for Jennifer. It made her feel far superior to other people who would dare not waste a second in finding where the nearest loo is if they had a bladder even half as loaded and full as hers.Jennifer was enjoying each moment of it, walking around in the sets when she had a minute or two, talking to the crew members , as she felt her bladder fill up more with each step she took and she wasn’t even desperate yet, all thanks to the walls of steel her bladder had.By the time it was 5 in the evening, Jennifer had consumed a whooping ten liters of water topped off with a cup of coffee, despite her ever mounting need to pee.Her need to pee had increased leaps and bounds by now. She was beginning to think of asking Mark for the permission to go use the toilet , but cancelled the idea because she knew that they didn’t have time to waste. Removing her tight costume and putting it back after peeing would have easily taken around 2 hours and Jennifer understood that was a nonnegotiable situation.“Everything fine?” Mark asked, as he saw Jennifer standing by her vanity, waiting for the shot to be ready.“Ya! But …..I was just wondering when the shoot is gonna end?” she asked. The first thought that she might have drank way too much for even her cast –iron bladder to hold was beginning to creep into Jennifer’s mind.“I don’t know …it depends on how quickly we cover up the remaining portion…”“Well I was just wondering… if I could use the toilets... you know...it has been a while since we started shooting…” Jennifer said, trying to conceal the fact that she was beginning to feel desperate. The amount of urine being pumped into her bladder was way more than what she had calculated and now she was growing worried, thinking about when she would get to pee. “Well I know honey and I am so sorry I haven’t given you any time to relieve yourself but please could you wait a little longer…? We absolutely cannot afford any delays right now..’ Mark said, as he noticed Jennifer’s tightly pressed thighs.“Oh no, it’s okay…I’m fine, I was just asking” Jennifer smiled, trying to hide her dilemma. She had never felt her bladder fill up so quickly. It was a warning sign that she empty her tank as soon as she possibly could or she would in big trouble.Mark left , leaving behind Jennifer who was now fighting a rigorous battle against her dangerously full bladder .As she continued to shoot despite her increasing need to urinate Jennifer had to make a conscious and consistent effort in keeping her sphincters shut.All throughout the shoot ,Jennifer was consistently scissoring her thighs trying to ease the building strain in her bulbous bladder. She was praying for the shoot to wrap-up soon but it seemed like her prayers were going unheard.Jennifer was now forced to take small , careful steps to avoid jogging her bladder .After shooting for one of those intense emotional scenes ,Jennifer walked up to the small T.V that Mark used for running the frames they had just shot.She bent forward a little, holding her butt with both her hands, looking into the TV screen. Jennifer observed it minutely to see if she had acted well enough.As the scene ran, Jennifer seemed convinced with her performance but it was the director’s verdict that really mattered.“You acted well, it doesn’t look like you needed to pee while filming these scenes” Mark reported with a smile.“Well thanks…that’s a huge compliment” Jennifer giggled. Although she was happy to get a positive feedback for her work , the waves of urine crashing against the walls of her bladder were posing to be a big trouble.As hours passed the load in her bladder dramatically increased. The walls of her aching bladder felt incredibly stretched and not to mention its heaviness, Jennifer was now going out of her mind to use the loos.“When is this shoot gonna end?” she complained, as she sat on a chair with her legs crossed, rubbing her swollen abdomen gently.“I told you to pee before you put that ridiculous costume on…” Justine barked, clearly upset with her boss for not listening to her repeated warnings.“I can’t believe my bladder is so full already, I should have cut down on water...” Jennifer reported, squirming on her seat in an effort to ease the pressure, “… a bad day to do the water therapy I guess” she smirked. Jennifer was now regretting her decision to keep drinking more fluids even though her bladder had been revolting against it.“Well ,looks like you’ll just have to hold it” Justine said, she was well aware of just how much water Jennifer had been drinking throughout the day and it didn’t come to her as a surprise that she was now feeling an insuppressible need to wee.“Well it’s easy to say that…you have no idea how it feels to drink 10 liters of water and not be able to use the toilets for the entire day…” Jennifer moaned in agony.Anyhow, Jennifer willed herself to continue shooting although she was growing less sure if she would be able to last long enough.“Just what is that? Why is your stomach so bloated?” Mark asked, looking at the enormous bulge Jennifer was sporting.“I told you…my bladder is really swelling up after all that water I had” Jennifer responded, as she stood with her hands on her hips.“Oh…I am so sorry Jen , I promise , we’ll pack up the shoot as soon as possible” Mark replied, before showing her some modifications in the script.While Jennifer discussed the changes with the director, she could feel her body pumping streams of urine into her already mammoth full bladder. If she’d been at home, she would have gone to the toilet hours ago.She was finding it difficult to even walk straight with a bladder so distended. With each passing moment ,it was getting harder for her to focus on her lines and bring out the correct expressions while on the camera.Jennifer was really worried, the shoot was taking longer than what she had expected and she really had to pee now. Her bladder was now bulging well out over her tight suit, making her look a few months pregnant.“Mark …honey… do you think, we can take a small break?” Jennifer asked , as she caressed her painfully swollen bladder.“Ya sure a 15 minute recess will be good but please not more than that…” he replied, shuffling through some pages.“That is not what I meant…”“Then?”“I mean… can I take restroom break, I really need it…” Jennifer requested, her eyes begging for a positive reply.“I can’t let you do that darling… we are already behind schedule and I don’t think we’ll be able to wait another two hours for you to go to the bathroom and come back…I am sorry honey ,I just can’t help it…” Mark stated.“Mark…”Jennifer said, “I have to go to the bathroom, I can’t take ‘no’ for an answer. My bladder feels like it’s gonna burst inside me…you have to let me go!” she demanded.“I told you Jennifer, it is not possible for me to stall the shoot, you’ll just have to hold it back until we pack up…” Mark replied, before he gave his actress a sympathetic look and then leaving her there.Truly, Mark thought, he had never seen anyone fight so hard to control their pee, nor could he ever remember anyone having consumed so much liquid without using the loos, but there was nothing he could have done to help the poor girl. The producer had already invested a lot of money and any more delays meant a huge loss to him. Now all depended on how long Jennifer could manage to keep her flood back.Jennifer felt she was gonna die , trying to hold all that water inside her, she needed to release it and soon.Each shot she gave and each movement she made was agony. Jennifer’s bladder was so full she couldn’t even think straight.She was now stuck in her skin tight over all suit, needing to piss like a racehorse. She had overestimated her bladder capacity and she was cursing herself over the decision to drink so much when she knew she wouldn’t be able to use the toilet. Her bladder was now converted into a urine bomb which was about to explode anytime soon.All she could think of was how badly she wanted to use the toilets. She had never needed to pee this bad in her entire life .Although she was trying her best do hide how desperate she was , her clenched fists and tightly pressed thighs told the truth. Her back was slightly arched, as she strained every muscle in her body to contain the bursting pressure in her bladder.Jennifer somehow was willing herself through the shoot, each passing moment pushed her closer to losing control and wetting herself.She just could not pee in the suit, it was way too expensive and she certainly wasn’t in the position to pay for any damages done to it.For one of the scenes she had to perform a sword fight with Charles, who played the main antagonist in the movie. It was all going well until she accidentally stabbed him in his gut.“WHOA!” the guy screamed, as he fell to the ground, immediately holding his wound. It was not deep but it did hurt.Jennifer covered her mouth in horror, “I am so sorry , I didn’t mean to….” she wailed, as crew members gathered around them.“Oh no, it’s okay don’t worry…” Charles said as he got back to his feet. Jennifer took a breath of relief when she realized that her co-star hadn’t suffered any major injuries.As a doctor attended to the actor’s wound, Jennifer stood by him, blaming herself for this.“I am so sorry, I couldn’t execute the moves . I really have to go to the bathroom and it is making me so distracted, I can’t concentrate on anything…” Jen said, when the doctor finally left.“It’s okay, I said I am fine you don’t have to worry.”She smiled at Charles before he went his way. Jennifer wrapped her hands around her chest. She was practically shaking with the effort it took to hold her piss. She crossed her legs slightly . Even this little movement gave her bladder the worst beating ever. But the biggest problem was, that a considerable part of all the water she had throughout the day was still left to go through her. Jennifer was in deep,deep trouble.As she saw the crew members pacing around, trying to catch up with the limited amount of time that was left in their hands, Jennifer was barely able to contain herself, “Fuck...I won’t be able to hold it till the shoot ends but Mark…he won’t let me go… what to do?” she thought, there was not much time left for her either. She felt so helpless ,she was about to cry but was trying her best not to breakdown.As the clock struck 9, Jennifer was finding it really hard to stand still as her bladder continued to fill and swell. It was getting difficult for her to even recall those thoroughly memorized lines.While walking around the set, Jennifer grabbed her crotch from time to time when she felt sure that no one would see her doing so. It somewhat helped ease the insane amount of pressure on her tired sphincters but she knew it won’t be enough to hold back the flood, when it comes.Five minutes to mid-night, the film’s unit decided to shoot the last scene for the day.Jennifer was glad to know that the schedule was about to end soon but her bladder was deliriously tired of containing so much pee for so long . Neither did her bladder had the strength nor the space to hold even a drop more of urine, there was not much time left for her, she had to hurry.Full of pee ,Jennifer geared up for the final shot . As she stepped out of the vanity she had to grab her crotch for a moment to provide some back up to her now exhausted sphincters.Bent forward a little ,she staggered her way to the set , cupping her colossal bladder bulge. The pain was unbelievable but she had to endure it.Jennifer’s bladder was so stretched that each step she took left her withering in agony. She was moments away from losing control and peeing into her costume but there was no looking back now.Stiff-legged and hunched forward, she hobbled towards the set trying her best to keep from leaking.“Roll camera…and…action!” the director exclaimed, giving the cue to begin filming.Jennifer tried to speak her lines with utmost concentration but each time ,she couldn’t keep herself from stammering a bit.“Cut it!” Mark shouted, “Jennifer what are you doing?! Focus on your lines, feel the lines, alright? Let’s go…”Only Jennifer knew that almost her entire focus was being consumed in trying to stop her pee from gushing out. A single moment of relaxation and she was gonna lose it.Another shot and this time Jennifer couldn’t stop herself from shaking with pressure in addition to her stammering.“Jen you look completely out of your character…com’mon, I know you can do better than this…”, a clearly frustrated and angry Mark stated.Even after several retakes , Mark remained unsatisfied with Jennifer’s performance. He took her to the side and said, “Jen honey you are practically shaking while doing your lines, what’s the matter?”Jennifer, who stood with her thighs tightly pressed together and bending forward a little while cupping her bladder , said with a look of distress on her face,“I….I…I have to use the toilets….it’s gonna come out…”. She had clearly reached the end of her rope.Mark had completely forgotten about Jennifer’s problem and this confession from her almost made him feel guilty . He felt it was her mistake that Jennifer wasn’t getting to use the toilets.“I am sorry Jen.. it is all because of me, I know…but we cannot stall the shoot now …there is so much stress and pressure upon us to cover the shoot today itself..we are running out of time…please this one last shot Jennifer please…” he pleaded.At this moment , Jennifer felt as if all the pressure, tension and stress the entire cast and crew was experiencing had been transferred into her bladder. It all depended on her now, she knew she had to do it.Mustering up her entire remaining strength she forced herself to shoot, with her pee right on the edge of shooting out uncontrollably.But the problem was that even the smallest scenes take hours to shoot in big budget movies.It was almost 4 in the morning by the time the shoot finally met its end. Several times during this duration, Jennifer felt drops of pee escape, leaving a wet feeling around her crotch. To her luck the rubber costume couldn’t have absorbed any of that.Even Jennifer was amazed that she had managed to hold her pee that long. Bent forward, she made her way to the dressing room. The only thing that was standing between her and the relief she needed was her costume.Her assistant Justine, was amazed on how this girl had somehow managed to hold her pee for this long. She was right behind Jennifer because she knew that her boss would need her help with removing the suit.After almost 20 hours of shooting, trapped in her skin tight suit, Jennifer was now ready to unload her long held lake of pee.She was barely able to hold it any longer, grabbing her crotch tight and holding the wall for support, Jennifer staggered her way to the dressing room.As they both stepped inside, Jennifer broke out of her somehow held poise and calm, “Justine, get me out of this shit…fuck I’m gonna pee my pants..” she cried out, crossing her legs tight and grabbing her crotch.“Don’t worry…you’ll be out in no time” Justine said as she flung into action. She knew Jennifer didn’t have much time left in her hands. There was a strong possibility that she would lose control and wet herself while removing the dress.“ had so much water…” Jennifer sighed as she sat on the chair facing the mirror. This was an impossible situation. There was no way, she would last. She squirmed in her seat, desperately trying her best to keep from wetting herself as Justine continued to undo the costume.“Hurry up Justine…”Jennifer wailed, her hand digging deep inside her crotch.“I told you not to drink so much water!” Justine scolded.It took a little less than an hour to take the suit off . The moment Jennifer realized that she was free to go, she made a mad dash for the loos ,wearing just her bra and panty.She grabbed her crotch tightly on the way, trying to hang on just a little longer.………………………………………………………………………….. 飛雷神の術 ............................................................................Once there ,Jennifer tried to open the door, but to her horror, it didn’t budge.“Oh my god! Fuck! Justine it won’t open.…” Jennifer cried out as tears welled up in her eyes. She stood there , holding her crotch with one hand and trying to open the door with the other ,while she kept squirming and hopping from foot to foot.“Let me try…” Justine said , before she tried push it open, but the door didn’t move.Jennifer’s legs trembled as she fought a losing battle against her pulsating pee hole. Why? Why was this happening to her? What did she do to deserve this?“The door is stuck…” Justine breathed out loud.“SHIT ! FUCK!” Jennifer exclaimed as she bent down her head and pushed her knees a little outwards to take a look at her crotch.She had just let out a significant stream of pee which was now running down her thighs after leaving a wet patch on her panties and fingers dripping with pee.As the drops of urine fell to the floor, Jennifer knew her time had come. Her wee was just a hairbreadth away from pouring out completely and she had to think of something before it was too late.In haste, she hobbled back to the dressing stand in the room where her clothes were hanging.“What are you gonna do?” Justine asked as she saw Jennifer struggle to put on her pants while holding her crotch.“I’ve to get to the vanity van…..” Jennifer sighed. The toilet in her vanity was her last ray of hope, but the problem was that it was parked on the other side of the film set.To get there she would have to walk through the set which would still be crowded with crew members and it was obviously not possible for the actresses to walk there in her undergarments.After Justine somehow helped her friend put on her clothes Jennifer took small baby steps out of the door. She had deliberately left the button on her pants open because she wouldn’t have been able to afford any kind of external pressure on her bladder at this moment, although she had managed to pull up the zip somehow even though her abdomen was absolutely bulging out.Covering up the revealing part of pants with her hand and holding her crotch still, she walked rather carefully but quickly, with a slightly bent forward posture. She knew she had to hurry.Without bothering to wear anything on her feet ,Jennifer left the room.There were people around her but she couldn’t care to see who they were. She didn’t care if anyone saw her holding her crotch, atleast it was better than wetting herself. The only thing she wanted was to get inside a toilet and pee.Half way there, she accidentally let out another long and powerful jet of urine into her pants.Her legs trembled violently. She grabbed her crotch tighter to staunch the flow.It helped but just for moment.Another step and more pee escaped ,leaving a big wet patch on the inner thighs of her pants.“No…please…no…” was all that Jennifer could say before her sphincters burst open and a violent stream of pee erupted out of her. She was wetting herself.Tears rolled with down her cheeks and she covered her bent down face with her hands . She knew people were looking at her and this was the best way to hide her herself from them , at least for a moment.Jennifer could feel the hot urine running down her legs and forming a pool beneath her bare feet.“Oh god… she is having an accident…” Jennifer heard someone say. Why couldn’t they just understand that her bladder had completely maxed out and there was no possible way that she could have held it any longer?She felt so angry at the people who wouldn’t leave her alone at a moment when she really didn’t want anyone to look at her. Obviously she couldn’t see them but she could listen what they were talking about. They were talking about how this established actress couldn’t make it to the toilet in time.Jennifer’s body continued to tremble in shame and embarrassment as urine kept flowing out of her. It seemed like there was no end to it, she just kept on peeing and peeing and peeing, soaking every inch of her pants below her crotch.She broke down to the ground, weeping miserably as the puddle continued to expand.Jennifer couldn’t believe she was still peeing , several times she tried to stop the flow but failed, there was no hope for her. Although the pain and the pressure in her bladder eased, there was no point of relief that came at such a great cost.“Aw fuck…” Justine breathed as she covered her mouth in shock ,finally stepping out of the room. She had been replying back to an urgent call and couldn’t follow Jennifer in her frantic run to the vanity.The sight of Jennifer sitting in her own pool of urine as people stood there watching her ,left Justine shaken from within.She rushed up to her friend to offer support although she herself felt so disturbed by what had transpired in her absence.Although Justine didn’t show it, but she was shocked at the gargantuan size of the puddle that had formed around Jennifer. She wondered how the girl could have held so much inside her.“Honey…” Justine said, as she held her friend’s shoulders. She knew it wouldn’t have helped ,but she wanted Jen to know that she was there for her ,even in such a moment of downfall.As Jennifer’s flow of urine finally came to a halt, she stood up on her shaking legs. Her face had reddened after crying so much and still ,tears continued to run down her cheeks.“Honey…it’s alright…come let’s go to the vanity” Justine said, walking close by her friend’s side , holding her shoulders. People continued to watch as both the girls walked slowly.Drops of urine continued to fall off from Jennifer’s drenched pants as she walked. She felt defeated and beaten down. All she wanted to do was lock herself up in a room and cry her heart out.Once inside the vanity, Justine seated Jennifer on a chair and stood by her side.“Calm down…calm down..” she spoke softly , rubbing Jennifer’s back.“Sweetheart…it’s okay….don’t cry…it happens to the best of us” she said, trying to condole the actress .“I….I….I…j-just couldn’t hold it back Justine” Jennifer cried, “I had to pee so badly…”. Her tears just wouldn’t stop, she felt like she was dying from within.“I understand honey….and it’s okay ,really!”Justine told her some funny jokes to lighten her mood up, it worked momentarily before she again started to weep thinking of how helpless she felt when the urine had started to escape her.Justine ensured she stayed by her friend’s side until she started to feel any better. After changing her clothes , Jennifer slept for a while in the vanity itself, while Justine sat right next to her bed.Months later , walking into the premier event of the very same movie amidst the flash lights of the cameras, Jennifer recalled the accident she had on the sets while she was shooting for the film and a smile ran across her face.The movie went on to be raging hit . After all to fight through all adversities and still shine high ,that’s what, makes a superstar.
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[You can follow this route if you use Google Maps to get directions from York, England to Roses, Spain via the Channel Tunnel, Reims, Dijon and Lyon]
She'd agreed to it. He'd asked her to attempt to do a hold all the way from their home in York to their holiday villa in Spain. They'd journey by car taking it in turns to drive straight through via the Channel Tunnel, not stopping overnight, which would probably make the hold achievable. 16 hours plus stops according to Google Maps, or more if they took the picturesque route via Paris and the new Millau bridge. It would be maybe a 20 hour hold for her. He very deliberately left her consumption up to her so that he wouldn't get blamed later and also timed his holiday booking from work to coincide with the horniest time in her monthly cycle, when he knew she would try harder to please him.
On the day they were leaving they had to get up early and so went to bed early too, packing the car the night before. They didn't even have time for morning sex before showering, but he watched her do her last pee in the UK in the shower. It was 5:05am. They ate breakfast on the road with her driving the first leg and limiting herself to one cup of tea from a flask. There were no services on most of their route down the A1 to the Channel Tunnel but they swapped drivers before reaching the M25, which was subject to interminable roadworks slowing them down.
They arrived at the Folkstone terminal having just missed check in for their booked train so had to park for a while. It was an opportunity for a pee for him and despite swearing he wouldn't influence her drinking he couldn't resist offering to buy her a drink while he was inside. She declined but when he got back to the car she was pouring the last of her flask of tea. "Is it still warm?" he asked.
She nodded then winked and said "3 cups in then." It had been 5 hours since her pee and was nearly time to drive on to the train.
While travelling they took advantage of the new mobile coverage underground to check traffic conditions in France. All routes were clear but they knew Paris would clogg up later. They both wanted to see Paris from the road, and the mountainous route either side of the Millau bridge, but common sense told them to use the faster but longer eastern route. Ultimately he left it up to her in the circumstances. She chose the sensible option because she already felt a slight need to go. They programmed the satnav accordingly before emerging in Calais. He joked "No peeing in France okay." She smiled provactively.
They arrived in France just before midday local time. The satnav said it would be 12 hours continuous driving. At the end of her first stint of 2 hours driving they pulled over at one of the many 'aires' found on French motorways, small car parks with picnic tables and as she described them "unpleasant" squat toilet blocks. He knew she wouldn't use them unless she was leaking, so as long as he refuelled in the middle of a driving stint, thus not going into a proper services with "normal" toilets, he could keep her away from temptation.
To keep up progress they'd brought sandwiches to eat whilst driving and soft drinks. The plan was to stop every 2 hours for a 5 minute walk around to get the blood flowing and some fresh air, and to swap drivers thus avoiding dangerous fatigue. They both knew as she got more desperate her bladder would keep her awake but distract her so that her choosing to drive later might be a mistake. They'd have to see how it went and maybe he'd drive more towards the end.
It was 2pm, 8 hours since she peed. When he returned from the toilets she said "I could really do with a wee now," shrugged her shoulders and opened a 500ml bottle of water. They completed their walk arm in arm then he took over driving. As he accelerated back onto the A26 motorway he asked how she was doing. "About a 4 I think, but its urgency not fullness." He looked disappointed, she knew very well that he preferred the latter. "I'm obviously not drinking as much as usual or even enough to stay hydrated. Wonder why?!" With that, she silently reached into the back and grabbed a 500ml bottle of Lilt to follow the water.
Another stop later and she was driving again. He served her 2 bottles of water as she drove. At around 6:30pm they pulled over and she was worried that she couldn't hide her desperation now. Not that she wanted to in the car with him, but in public was different. Helpfully, he made the point that they were only approximately half way through France. "I know," she said, "but I'm only on about a 6. The urgency hasn't gone away yet." He reassured her that all that water would help soon enough. "I know, I was probably dehydrated due to not drinking enough earlier. Yellow wee always needs out sooner. I need to drink enough to dilute it." That sort of comment was why he loved her!
They climbed out of the car and she grimaced slightly, swiftly rearranging her feet as she stood beside the car, in that classic fidget of someone who is trying to hide it but can't keep still anymore. He noted her tense posture and fidgeting and really began to enjoy himself. He'd waited months since they arranged this journey and the next 8 hours would be the best part of his year. "Are you hungry for some dinner yet?" he wondered, but she shook her head and gesticulated at her bladder. She often lost her appetite when holding, and in fact had more than once privately suggested a diet exploiting it. He'd urged her to write a book on the subject and get rich. "There might be only three more stints to drive," he suggested as they walked with his arm round her shoulders. She was very stiff in his cuddle, not her usual carefree self, and he knew why. And loved it. His erection wasn't quite embarrassing him yet, but was a bit uncomfortable against his trousers. For her part, the walking was beginning to be difficult. Both at once they suggested an early return to the road.
As they settled in to his next turn driving, despite the satnav she examined the map and realised they would soon be approaching Lyon, probably the most picturesque town on their route, with period properties immediately overlooking the motorway and famous river Rhone the other wide, and a brand new building for the Musée des Confluences that they would pass. Apparently it was one of those striking buildings that could distract drivers as it was so architecturally bold. The satnav still reported approximately 6 hours driving to go, but they had to allow more for stops.
They knew that a few kilometres before any big town or city in France the motorways become free to use, instead of paying a toll to use them. They assumed this was to help traffic flow more freely on the busiest sections of motorway. The stretch of toll road they were travelling had been very long, it was hours since they'd picked up the ticket and so they knew it would be expensive at the next toll booths. Sure enough they soon saw a sign warning of tolls 3km ahead which usually meant another 2,750m of driving at motorway speed followed by slowing to queue briefly at one of dozens of booths, but almost immediately he had to slam on his brakes to avoid a queue in both lanes in front of them. He looked at her face and laughed. She looked really worried. He pointed out that the satnav still reported over 5 hours to their destination so a short delay in this queue oughtn't to faze her. "I'm bursting!" she explained, "while we're moving it's distracting 'cos I can watch the traffic, but stationary there's nothing but my bladder to think about."
To wind her up he added "And you've no idea how long we'll be here!" While wincing she tried to playfully hit him, but he retaliated by trying to tickle her which he quickly realised might curtail his fun. "Okay darling, how are we going to get you through this? Shall I put some music on?" He started stroking the back of her head as the traffic inched forward. She relaxed into her seat letting his fingers massage her scalp. Her knees continued to knock together rhythmically and there were some other fidgets, but the urgency seemed to have faded. Over the next 20 minutes they crawled along the motorway watching other drivers desperately change lanes whenever they perceived another to be moving better. None could have been in such a rush to get anywhere as she was though.
At last they could see the toll booths and the motorway opened out to about 20 lanes of queuing traffic, none seeming to move very quickly except the single one for locals with a town and the ones that accepted credit cards. He chose the short credit card queue.
By the time they were nearing the toll booth 20 minutes later she was sweating and fidgeting profusely, raising her bum off the seat every few seconds by balancing on straight arms either side of the seat. He knew this was her end game fidgeting when she was on the verge of losing control.
He nodded at her as she completed yet another bum lift. "What do you want to do?"
She grimaced and sighed. "I've leaked a bit, it's hugely full, do you want to feel?" She lifted her top, and as they weren't moving in the queue he lent over to feel how hard her protruding bladder was. He took his time to feel it all over, then finally slipped a finger down to feel her damp panties. He kissed her, as if to say well done.
"Can we stop at the next services?" she wasn't sure he would agree, but was beside herself.
"Really, are you sure you can't wait?" he responded. He knew she couldn't, but tried to string her along.
She looked at him with tears in her eyes. "I'm sure."
"Ok," he nodded, "keep an eye out for signs."
A couple of cars remained between them and the toll, so when it was their turn she had to lean out, being the passenger in a right hand drive car, to insert the credit card to the machine. She was grateful there was no attendant to see her fidgeting while she did it!
He accellerated as quickly as he could, missing the toilets placed immediately after the tolls. He knew they would be there, she may have been too desperate to notice.
Their rapid process didn't last long, Lyon's motorway network is notoriously busy, and the terrible traffic started 3km outside the city. They crawled for literally two hours, all start stop, with no motorway services or aires on such urban sections of any French motorway. he couldn't have planned her crisis to come at a better time!
She spent the whole time doubled up, clutching her crotch or doing her 'bum lift off seat' fidget, while whimpering and totally uncommunicative.
He stroked her hair, asked her questions and tried to keep her calm, but she could barely hear him she was so desperate. She would have weed anywhere if it wasn't so public, she was beyond caring.
He was getting tired of driving in the stop start traffic, and their usual technique to deal with tiredness, of swapping every two hours, wasn't possible in her state, so failing that, they usually kept up conversion so that he had that to keep him alert. She finally got the message that he actually needed her, and for safety she tried as hard as she could to pay attention and join in his conversion. To her relief it made holding easier, distracting her a little.
Of course he wanted to talk about only one thing, but that didn't help her. They compromised with her updating him if anything changes, and thus made it to uncongested open motorway without her leaking. Neither of them really knew how.
At last they saw a sign for an aire in 2km, which was like the best gift ever for her. She tensed up as they approached it, suffering the classic anticipation of relief.
He drove right up to the toilet block, and she ran in, with not a wave or a word.
She emerged after several minutes and walked slowly back to the car. He looked expectantly at her. She said nothing so he asked "So, feel better? Did I miss the best wee ever?"
She nodded. "It was exquisite, the most amazing relief ever. But now I'm really horny and really sorry I didn't make it for you." She hugged him across the car, gazing into his eyes. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."
The rest of their journey was uneventful and, they agreed, boring, as their fun had been spoilt. They discussed her inability to achieve the challenge at length, dissecting what went wrong. Their conclusion was that the volume she had drunk was a bit ambitious, the delay at the channel tunnel hadn't helped, meaning she was psychologically unable to cope with the traffic jams before and in Lyon. He was very keen to point out, more than once, that she'd stayed dry so physically could cope.
Only once he had eagerly undressed her after their arrival did he discover the dried pee stain on her underwear. That resulted in a lot of foreplay, mostly discussing her leaks. She admitted she'd been leaking slightly from near the start of the second queue until the eventual stop. If she hadn't been, she'd have tried to hold on till the next aire. He wanted to know why she hadn't told him. Usually they shared every intimate detail of her holds.
"I was so gutted to have misjudged my ability and disappointed you. Holding from 5am to 9:45pm, so 8:45 UK time, isn't bad going. I just need to be able to hold for about 21 hours and only managed 16."
He reassured her that he wasn't in the least bit disappointed. And even though he wasn't disappointed, to make it up to him she offered to practice hard while they were on holiday to see how much she could cope with drinking and then holding for that long. |
I'd waited.
Waited so long.
And now... now here it was.
She's coming home.
Home.
Home to me... I couldn't believe how indescribably happy I was... Yes, it had been 3 weeks, but being so long from one's partner you depend on for many things can make one lonely... Things like affection. Many... different forms of affection. But most more innocent.
I'd gotten used to it from her, a soft kiss on my forehead every morning and deeply on my lips every night. Feeling her arms wrap around me when I'm up or down, sick or well, or just needing a hug. Her voice when I call her, her slow, light breaths when beside me.
But along with being with her so much, I now had the tendency to become lonely quite easily in her absence. Curling up in bed on those nights without her, absentmindedly reaching over for her warm touch, only to find her half of the bed empty.
It left me empty inside.
But all that was past now.
We'd been writing near constantly back and forth for days while on her trip. She still somehow managed to always find time for me. I smiled at the thought.
It was Wednesday, 3 weeks after her departure. Wrapped up in fluffy blankets and one of her sweaters, I kept checking my messages, hoping to see her name in my inbox. Then, for a while... nothing. Several hours passed, my tension growing with every second. Suddenly, a beep. I grabbed her phone, and with a lightning fast tap of my fingers, opened the message. "Thank God..."
Her text said that the flight would be at the airport tonight. I squealed with happiness and anticipation upon reading it, embarrassing as that was. Excitedly, I replied that I'd be sure to drive there and take her back home as soon as her plane arrived.
Even though those few hours were nothing, I couldn't wait.
All afternoon, I'd taken my time to set up everything perfectly: The movie I'd rented for us to watch, plans for our dinner that evening at home, which was her favorite, my clothes, (both what I'd wear to greet her, and what to wear later that evening... if all went as planned,) our bedroom made up. Now all that was left was for me to pick her up at soon as she landed.
Without realizing, I'd had much more to drink than intended in my nervous flurry of activity, in preparation for her arrival. But I didn't mind. "I probably need it, anyway. Don't want to get dehydrated." I'd thought, though further inwardly I knew it'd increase the likelyhood of my having yet another one of those frustrating accidents...
I'd hated them. Had them since young childhood. First, it had started when waking up from nightmares, the nightmares were already bad enough but it was made ten times worse to find I'd lost some bodily control in my sleep most likely due to the sheer embarrassment or terror of whatever had plagued my unconscious mind. But it'd only become worse with time. What were once uncommon occurrences of bedwetting shame now invaded my waking hours, too. Nothing ruined my self-confidence and mood quite like having the tension and panic of trying to reach a stall only to feet, or even inches short of my goal. Not to mention my pride, on the times I'd forgotten to bring an extra pair of panties and had to attempt to discreetly cover whatever dripping spot that was left on my clothes...
"I shouldn't be worrying about this." I told myself. "I have better and more important things to concern myself with than the freaking bathroom. Besides, I'm more than old enough, this shouldn't be an issue anymore..."
But it was, though I hated it. Not everything was bad, though. At the very least, she seemed to somehow take some enjoyment or possibly humor out of it, which, I couldn't tell. I tried to avoid her notice when such accidents happened. But she wasn't unobservant, especially of me. Quick to point things out, she'd tease me, asking how I'd managed to be enough of a klutz to spill directly onto my panties. My cheeks burn at just remembering. But still, she'd had a rather odd look in her eye during these small humiliations. I could almost swear it was familiar to me somehow, though I wasn't sure when I would have seen a look like that.
With my thoughts drifting back to her, I sighed in restless anticipation of her call. Curling my hair and pinning it back it just how I'd remembered she'd complimented me for before, I slipped on my short, almost frilly white lace skirt with small pale blue beads sewn at the hem. Before putting on my top, though, I'd... decided I felt a bit... naughty. Looking through my wardrobe, I found a black satin bra, lined with silky red velvet on the inside that curved with its shape. Thin, veil-like trim lined the edges of it, barely obstructing one's view of my breasts. Though not generously gifted, I had enough to call my own that I'd flaunt it for her if the situation so called for it. Pulling out a pair of panties to match, I felt a slight discomfort in my lower abdomen, which increased a bit as I pulled on the underwear.
Forgetting my previous musings on having drunk quite a bit more and the fullness of my bladder, I assumed it to be possibly pangs in my gut due to something else, or simply the tightness of the panties. Whatever it was, it didn't demand my attention right now. I turned to pick up my white halter style top with the gradient hues of blue and small butterfly shapes embroidered on it. It hugged my figure tightly. I wondered how much my bra would show through as I pulled on my sandals and brushed a wisp of hair from my face.
Reaching for my handbag and a bottle of water, I went out the door and slid into the driver's seat of my car, ready to greet my love in a matter of minutes.
... But I would not be ready for the evening that lay before me.
Pulling into a parking spot on the 3rd floor of the parking garage, all my nerves felt tingly when thinking about how to approach her after she disembarked her flight. I also felt a bit tingly elsewhere, which almost hurt a bit, but I blamed my nervousness over the whole event. Taking a sip of my drink, I walked confidently across the pavement.
On the elevator, though, my discomfort grew more apparent as I shifted my weight and bit my lip to keep my mind off the now obvious need I'd ignored this long. But I'd gone a while already, right? A few more minutes couldn't hurt. And I wouldn't even know where to begin looking for a bathroom in this crowded place.
As the doors finally opened, I checked my phone for the flight number. Finding my way over to where the plane had landed, the ever growing pain in my bladder reminded me of the fact I should probably pee sooner than later. But the thrill of seeing her overtook me, and running over, I saw her, back turned to me, gripping the familiar suitcase I'd helped her pack not so long ago. Half shrieking her name, I rushed over and hugged her tightly from behind.
But my face drained as I realized this had been too much for me to take. After all this, the intensity of my squeezing her in delight had also squeezed a trickle of warmth into my underpants. Feeling the wet spot growing, my face flushed with pink.
"It's you! It's you..." she said as she turned to bury her face in my hair. "Ohhhh, how I missed you... I thought of you so much. Every night." She almost whispered, her smile becoming brighter with every word. Putting a bit of distance between us, she backed up to glance at my appearance.
"You're beautiful today... let me get a good look at you." she murmured quietly. Realizing what she was doing and beginning to panic, I quickly turned around and began to intently observe a stand not far away, pointing and commenting on it while praying she wouldn't see the stain. But that proved to be my downfall, as turning around so quickly had caused my short skirt to fly upwards, exposing to her my panties, which despite their black color did not hide the spot that was actually becoming larger. As much as I tried to ignore it, I felt my muscles slowly release, and I internally let out a scream of agony and lost dignity.
"Damn it...!! Of all days, OF ALL TIMES. Why did now have to be when I'd wet myself in public, in front of everyone here?! And in front of her...!"
My eyes began to brim with tears of frustration and humiliation, until I brought them up from their downcast state to look at hers.
To my immense surprise, her eyes seemed to glimmer and widen not in shock or disgust, but what seemed to be...
arousal?.....
Her breathing visibly slowed, her tone hushed to an even quieter pitch as she whispered
"Why don't we go find your car...? I'd... love to be at home right now..."
Nodding slightly, I quickly turned and hastened over to the elevator I'd gotten off of, with her in tow, expression still glazed over. Confused, I punched in the floor number as the sleek metal doors slid shut.
My expression still of pondering as I felt her gaze, she apparently couldn't take it any longer, Seizing the few precious seconds we had alone, she reached from behind me to feel the warmth of the still damp area of my underwear. I let out a yelp.
"...?! What are yo-"
The ding of the floor number sounded, and as the doors slid apart, I walked briskly over to my parking space, her closely trailing after.
I slammed the car door shut, slid in my keys and gripped the wheel tightly as she sat down in the passenger seat next to me.
I began with "I want to know exactly what the he-mmfph" before she urgently pressed her lips on her own.
Slowly exhaling, I let him continue the kiss for several seconds before breaking away to look at her face. Her kisses felt amazing after so long a time without them... so warm... and comforting... but as for right now-
"Don't ask, don't think. Just drive us home. Now. ... Please." She added hesitantly, interrupting my racing thoughts. "But wha-" "Just... do me a favor. Shut up and drive." I blinked. Reaching for the clutch, I backed out slowly, turning into the exit as my heartbeat quickened. What was going on with her, I didn't know, but I intended to find out, soon.
Still cursing my clinging, wet underwear, I pulled into the driveway a few minutes later. Her gaze upon me the whole time had made me actually almost uncomfortable, but out of the corner of my eye I had seen her expression of near dizziness, and hoped she felt alright.
Hopping up the short stairs, I took my keyring out of my purse and stuck the second key into the steel lock with a click. I twisted the knob and flung open the door, twirling into the bedroom and sitting on the bed with a flop. Still a bit uneasy about the way she's been acting, and wondering what being gone for so long might have done to her...
As I watched her enter the room, it sent a shiver down my spine.
First of all, never had I seen such a spark and fire in her eyes before, not even when we had first consummated our relationship.
Secondly, the way she had told me to drive her home and the way she walked over to me now spoke of an urgency and self-confidence unfamiliar to me. She looked extremely aroused, but her face resembled nothing of the submissive, puppy-like expression that she possessed when pleasing me. She looked... determined. More than that...
She pushed up against me with a moan like I'd never heard, sliding a hand underneath the band of my skirt and cradling my crotch, her soft skin against the wet fabric of my underwear.
"I... had something I never told you..." Her voice said huskily.
I swallowed. "W-what... would that...?"
"... I... have a... well, an... extreme... attraction to... this... sort of thing....." She briefly nodded towards her hand down on me.
"I... was... too embarrassed... to tell you... but... seeing you like that... right there in front of me... and your adorable face..."
My heart beat with increasing speed as she moved her mouth to my neck, fingers gently exploring the dampness on me. She pressed her body against me slowly, causing me to lie flat, back against the mattress.
This was not expected.
None of this was expected.
I had planned upon a romantic evening with my lover after bringing her home and having a lovely dinner with just the two of us.
But it seems that plans had changed...
Her lips dragging across the nape of my neck, hand now slipping into my underwear, I quivered and let out a small whimper.
"You know... there are... quite a few... things I haven't shared... about myself..." she said between labored breaths.
"Like...?"
"How... much I don't want this to end... How I want to for once... be in charge... and keep you like... this." She gently rubbed her fingertip around my clitoris, my slender back arching. I let out a soft sound of pleasure, wondering how she'd kept all this in for so long...
I felt myself, still wet from earlier's accident, becoming slicker and warmer with the lubricant that now secreted from me, aiding her fingers.
It was difficult, but she drew back for just a moment and started to pull off my clothes, starting with my top. Her body was tight with desire.
"I... will also warn you now... That I can get... more than a little cruel when I want to..."
I stopped and looked at her questioningly. She unhooked the back of my satin bra.
"No, no, not as in pain... Never. But as in how far I'll go just to get a reaction... be that pleasure..." She moved her other hand towards my breast, my intake of breath sharp.
"Or desperation..." Now beginning to gently take it in her hand, groping and massaging it gently, causing me to mewl.
"Or..... you'll see... But for now, I will please you."
She continued her hand movements on one breast while her warm, pink mouth encompassed as much as she could of the other, suckling upon it. My whole body wracked with erotic bliss, I put my half clenched hands on her small back and began to slowly drag them back upwards.
She bit playfully on my nipple as a hand travelled back down to my entrance to tease me, tracing circles around it. Letting out a moan, I pushed my pelvis against her skilled hand, asking for more. She kept with her light touching, dragging her middle finger back up and down me, and resting her thumb on her clit. "Nnggh..." Licking my lips, I thrust my mouth and tongue upon and into hers, while simultaneously thrusting my hips hard enough her finger slid into her. Sighing in sweet satisfaction, I drew back to look at her with my blushing face... when I realized her expression and body had frozen.
"...... Mmm. Being rather naughty, are we, sweetheart?..." She said in a tone much unlike what I'd become used to.
"I'm afraid... that just won't do. This time... I'd like to play by some rules." She drew back her hands and body from me, leaving me confused, wet and naked upon the bed.
"Firstly... I say when we go further. That is... if we go further... I will set our pace." She moved over to the dresser next to the window as my puzzled look fell upon her. She pulled open a small drawer. "Secondly... Rebelling against my rules and pace will result in some... unpleasant repercussions."
Stunned, I watched as she took out a pair of handcuffs, lubricant and some duct tape, among other items I couldn't see.
"Thirdly... Even if you are my compliant little sex kitten... I may not give you your sweet orgasm, no matter how much you might want it. Unless, that is, you want to try and barter with me for... later favors."
Sweat dripping down my temple, I whispered "What... sort of... favors?"
"Hm... depends. I'm sure you've guessed by now that they're all of sexual nature. But let me be more specific... I'd want some cunnilingus now and then. That's a rarity from you... heh... well, probably no longer... Mmmm... I'd love to see you masturbate. Just for me. You know, I almost caught you doing so a few times, but I never got to really watch you... yes, I know you do so more often than you'd like me to know. But don't worry, I'm assuming nothing, I heard you say my name once." She smiled.
Mind whirling, I let out a small cry. Why was she doing this to me...? "How did you...?"
"But enough of that. Let's make sure you get what you asked for..." Moving quickly to the bedside to ensure I did not attempt to move, she slapped the cuffs on my wrists, clicking them shut.
I began to whimper her name, but barely got out a syllable when I felt something adhesive sealing my mouth shut. "Now, love, we don't want you protesting too much, now do we? Though I do adore hearing those lovely moans, which I'm sure you can manage through that."
I retorted with only a -mmphhh- cursing in my head, yet... feeling a slight touch of euphoria I couldn't quite describe.
"That's better. Now..." Pulling out a pair of underwear I didn't recognize, she firmly pushed my legs apart and slipped them on me with relative difficulty, frowning at my noncooperation. Then I remembered. These were an old pair, back from when we first dated... or even before... She... stole... these...? I didn't have time to further that thought before she began to tie my legs with duct tape, putting me in a compromising position, but not too awkwardly. Just enough to gain access to my sex, and to potentially pull off the underwear. I groaned, slightly in discomfort.
"Ahhhh... of all the things I could do to you......" She spoke longingly. I stared up at her with defeated, broken eyes. "I think I'll... tease you until you wet yourself. But the question is, how full are you...?" She stood thinking for a minute. "I doubt very, at this point. You gushed beautifully earlier... I'd love for you to do so again... on me... I'll come back."
She left the room, humming softly as she went. Leaving me nearly in tears, still stationary but now bound in my position atop the bed. I didn't understand this... Why she'd humiliated me like this... I could only guess what she'd bring back.
Luckily, she strode into the room only a matter of seconds after her departure. Tilting my head up, she slowly peeled back the duct tape as she lifted a bottle of water to my lips. Realizing what she was trying to do, I drank some, but immediately spat it back out.
"My, aren't we a bratty girl..." She pushed it more sternly onto my lips, forcing it to slide into my mouth and down my throat. Not much time passed before I'd almost emptied the bottle. She pulled it back from me. Our eyes met and she cleared her throat as her gaze shifted to rest between my thighs. She demanded I close my eyes, I did, and now felt her touch moving rhythmically across where I was most sensitive. Starting to throb with arousal, I defied her for a minute to look at her pleadingly while I barely rocked myself against her hand. She shook her head and told me to close my eyes again. Once I had, she moved to press directly on my bladder, fingers still stroking me. -Mmmmfff-... I moaned both in pleasure and uneasiness. Her obvious goal was to get it harder for me to hold back. Well, if it meant more of the amazing feeling of her rubbing on my entrance and clitoris, I'd try to hold back...
But my strained face told her it wasn't simply her fingers causing my tension. She simply pressed one hand against my vagina and fingertips down on my abdomen, giggling and waiting for the release she wanted.
-Nmmghhh...-
I didn't want to give her this satisfaction, all of myself clenched... but my body soon gave out.
My pelvic and bladder muscles released, letting out all liquid from inside me there onto her hands, pouring down the side of the bed. Her breathing became harsh and quick, her hand wildly dancing about on me as I let go everywhere.
She mewled quietly and felt herself tighten inside, growing extremely slick, rhythmically pulsing.
For her, this was almost as good as orgasm.
For me, this was almost as bad as public humiliation...
But as long as she was all over me, I felt... so turned on, and writhed while she pleasured me gently, fingers nearly sliding in as I gushed. As my stream started slowing, my eyes filled with shame connected with hers of ecstasy, begging her to now give me the orgasm she so wanted. -Mmmffff....-
She smiled.
Coming up beside my breast as if to caress it, she then sat up abruptly and left.
Left me there. Wet, swollen, ravished, but not fully pleased, my frustration was nearly at it's peak.
I was close... so close, in fact, I could almost taste it... All I needed was a thrust or two of her slim fingers in me.. In and out... and this nerve-racking, wretched hell of denial would be over.
But no. She just abandoned me, bound and gagged, alone. And after all I'd done for her... All the times I'd given into her desire for sex... Made love to her...
My anger grew hotter within me. When she returned, I would comply, oh yes.
...... I now heard... odd sounds... Coming from the hallway... And what sounded like a moan became louder and louder, until I heard... oh, how dare she.
"How dare she. "
My whole body shook madly.
... Yes, I would comply.
Then my turn would come.
(Written by first girlfriend, who's not even into omorashi, yet was wonderful enough to write this for me.) |
A/N: Another commission of mine.
“You want me to...what, exactly?” asked Cady, not sure that she had heard her new “friends” correctly.
“We want you to prove yourself,” replied Regina.
“No, I got that part, I just...I'm not exactly clear on the second part,” she said nervously.
“What's not to get about that? We want you to drink at least five glasses of water, and not piss until we tell you that you can.”
“But...what does that have to do with anything?”
The three girls immediately burst into laughter. When she was finally able to calm down, Regina said, “It has a lot to do with everything! What about when you've been partying all night and you finally get that cute guy you've been eyeing all night alone, when you suddenly realize you have to pee? What about when the lines for the mall bathrooms are a mile long? And what about when there's a sale on the must-have of the season, but you have to wait in front of the store for hours before it opens? If you're going to hang out with us, we have to know you're not gonna bail for a bathroom, or embarrass us by having a little 'accident'.”
This was insane. This was so totally insane, but what could she really do about it? She had promised Janis to infiltrate at all costs, and what did she know, anyway? Perhaps this was something completely normal for girls to do. Either way, she couldn't back off now and ruin everything.
“Sorry,” she said, “I guess I just didn't think about those things.”
“Of course you didn't. You're so lucky you have friends like us to have your back,” said Gretchen. Karen nodded in support.
One of the girls went to fill up her glasses, and she said, “So, how long will I have to hold it?” she asked.
“We're not telling you,” replied Regina. “In the real world, you rarely get a clock saying when you'll be able to go pee, so we're going to make that part as realistic as possible. What will happen is, we'll stay in here with you to make sure you drink every glass, then we'll leave the room. Someone will always be guarding the door, so you can't cheat. When I've decided enough is enough, I'll let you go.”
She nodded in agreement, before taking one of the glasses and downing it. She had to pace herself, or else she would get sick, and after about thirty minutes, she had finally finished drinking them all. Already, a strong pressure had taken root in her bladder, but she didn't show this to the others.
When they left her alone, she began to shift her weight from foot to foot, trying to distract herself from the building pressure. She knew that soon, it would be unbearable, as the remainder of the water made its way to her bladder, and she wondered if she could really make it through this new challenge. She had to. Not only was her promise riding on this, but the thought of wetting herself in front of them was too humiliating for words.
Rocking back in forth in place, she tried to think about anything other than her rapidly growing need, but it was difficult to distract herself when there was nothing else to do but wait. Every sensation dominated her thoughts, and the only thing she could focus on was how terribly she needed to go.
After about fifteen or twenty minutes, she was repeatedly uncrossing and recrossing her legs as she wiggled around in place. Her bladder was already painful, and it was only filling more and more by the second. It didn't seem possible that it could get any worse, and yet it always did.
When she was sure that she had been alone for at least forty five minutes, she was constantly clenching her thighs and rubbing them together, bouncing on her heels and squirming roughly. She bit down hard on her lip as she began to feel dangerously close to losing control. A small bit leaked out before she was able to regain her composure, and though it wasn't enough to show on her pants, she felt panicked.
“Come on, come on,” she whispered sharply to herself, crossing her legs tightly as she focused every bit of her energy on not wetting herself here and now. She would not last much longer, but she didn't know when they would come back for her. Though she hoped and prayed she would make it until then, there was no way to know.
She tried sitting, hoping that it would help, but instead, it only put a greater pressure on her bladder, and she nearly doubled over as she tried to stand up. Was it really possible for her to hold it any longer? It hurt so much to try to hold it in that she constantly found herself thinking about just letting it out, right here and now. At least then she would finally have the relief she so desperately craved.
But, no, she couldn't. She knew that she couldn't do something like that, no matter how much it seemed like she wouldn't have another option. So much was riding on her not wetting herself; if she gave in, she would regret it. She jammed her hands between her legs, dancing in place to make it easier on her. She could do this. She could.
Time ticked by so slowly that it felt like hours, though she had no real way of knowing how long it had been. Most likely it had not been very long at all, but in her current state, even a second felt an hour. She was so close to losing control, but she held on, ignoring the small leaks she experienced every now and then. The small dark spot between her legs would not be noticeable.
Finally, when she was starting to question if anyone was even still in the house, the door swung open. She tried to stand up normally, but there was absolutely no way she could hold it at this point without her pose.
“Congratulations, Cady,” said Regina with a deceptively warm smile. “Looks like you passed our little test. We'll have to work on getting you to hold it in a more subtle manner, but for your first time, you've done great!”
“Thank you,” she said, her voice strained. “Which way...uh, which way is the bathroom?”
Regina merely laughed and said, “But where's the fun in that? We've seen that you can hold as long as we need you to, but now let's see your limits in general.”
A sense of dread fell over Cady. No matter what she did, there was absolutely no way to avoid wetting herself in front of the other girls. She grit her teeth and focused as much as she could, trying to think of a way out that wouldn't come. It was too hard to concentrate on anything else, and just as she started to form some sort of plan, her bladder gave in to the pressure.
A strong torrent of piss gushed out, soaking the crotch of her jeans quickly, then steadily began to trail its way downward, turning them almost black. When it reached the bottom, it filled her shoes and spread out around her feet on the floor with still more to come. It seemed as though her bladder would never run out, and when it finally did, she was totally and completely drenched.
As she stood there, soaking wet, mildly humiliated, and incredibly relieved, she still felt a sense of pride. She had passed their test. She was in. |
Jane Shepard knocked back her sixth drink of the night. The thick, blue, alcoholic syrup was the most notable specialty on Purgatory’s illustrious menu, and as such cost a fair bit of credits. For Shepard, however, savior of the galaxy, paragon of humanity, bane of Cerberus, and loyal customer, the cerulean concoction was on the house. After an exhausting day of fighting Reapers, it was impossible for her to not bring down the mask of professionalism and let loose with the girls, if only for one night.
Shepard sat in the middle of the booth, right next to Liara, her blue-skinned asari lover. To her left was the suited Quarian, Tali, and next to Tali was the beautiful Ashley Williams. To Shepard’s surprise, even EDI, the Normandy’s AI unit, joined them in her newly found physical body. They were each well past the line of intoxication.
“You should’ve seen James’ face when I told him he couldn’t join us,” Liara laughed. “He looked like a wounded pyjak!”
“Wonder how Garrus is spending his shore leave,” Ashley wondered.
“I imagine Garrus is making calibrations to the ship’s engine,” EDI responded, eliciting a peal of laughter from the other girls. As an AI, EDI had no need to consume nutrients, and as such she was unable to partake in the drinking. She was, however, able to adjust her own level of functioning as the night continued, thus keeping up with the other girls.
“This is so great,” Ashley said after the laughter died down. “I know the galaxy’s at war, trillions of lives are threatened, all organic life is on the line. But ya know, sometimes it’s nice to just kick back and enjoy what it is we’re fighting to preserve.”
“You wouldn’t normally expect such a lack of cynicism from a SPECTRE,” Tali said, flashing a smile that no one could see.
Ashley laughed at the Quarian’s light-hearted jab. “Hey, SPECTRE’s may be an elite force of cold-blooded killers, but they still have the same needs as everyone. We still have to eat, sleep, love. And,” she stood up and grasped the table before she lost her balance, “sometimes we gotta pee! Be right back!”
“Ditto to that, Ash,” Shepard said as she nudged Tali so that she could get out and relieve herself as well. “There’s some shifty characters in this place, it’s probably best we go in groups. Wouldn’t want you to get in over your head.” Shepard smiled sarcastically, prompting a look of mock annoyance from Ashley.
“Humans are so unfortunate,” Liara said after downing yet another shot. “They only live to about one hundred years AND they spend such a large portion of that time urinating. One of the biggest surprises I’ve uncovered in my studies of human physiology is just how tiny that bladder of yours is.” Ashley and Shepard shared a glance as they were exiting the booth. They were the first human SPECTRES, and they weren’t about to allow even the tiniest remark smudge their species’ name. With bravado, the two women sat right back down and gave Liara a challenging smirk.
“You implying your bladder’s better than ours?” Shepard said, sneakily placing her hand on Liara’s abdomen.
Liara smirked right back at them. “Yes, it is. Both of them are, in fact.”
“Both?” Ashley asked with surprise.
“Yes. Asari have two bladders, each able to contain about three times the content of a single human bladder. As such, we only need to urinate once for every six times you do.”
“Wait a minute, that can’t be right. The other night when you used my cabin’s private bathroom after we were finished…um…” Shepard remembered the rest of her companions, “going over battle plans, you were only in there for about ten seconds.” The memory of the night’s actual events was igniting Shepard’s mind with desire. She began to gently rub Liari’s abdomen under the table, where her friends couldn’t see.
Liara, trying not to react noticeably to Shepard’s caress, kept her composure and replied. “Well, if you’re going to make me relay all of the embarrassing details…You see, Asari’s have what you would consider an extremely wide urethral opening. Both bladders are connected to this opening and are basically emptied all at once. From there, the urination process is identical to a human female’s, except large quantities of urine exit in a short span of time. Instead of releasing a stream, it is more like emptying a bucket.”
Shepard and Ashley were clearly humbled by the Asaris’ convenient peeing abilities, but Tali was none too impressed. “You may be better equipped organically than us Quarians,” she said, “but I think I’ve got the easiest peeing method.”
“And that is…?” Shepard asked, dismayed that humans were being revealed as the lowest of all urinators.
“Well, the suit takes care of that. My bladder is about the same as a human’s, but I can release the urine at any time. It then gathers in a tank beneath my, uh, well, you know. Once the tank’s full, I simple press this button on my side,” Tali pointed at the tiny button, “and the urine is released in a fine mist throughout hundreds of microscopic holes along the suit’s lower region. I never even have to use a toilet.”
“So you could just pee anywhere at anytime, and no one would know?” Shepard asked.
“Well, assuming you didn’t notice the yellow cloud, then yes. It evaporates quickly, but it can definitely be seen for a moment.”
“I suppose Tali has me beat, then,” Liara laughed.
Ashley and Shepard nodded in agreement, but EDI wasn’t one to be left out. “The Quarian urination process is the most convenient of all organics, but I am an AI. I do not ever need to release urine.”
“So peeing’s a foreign concept to you?” Ashley asked.
EDI thought for a moment. “I suppose my version of peeing occurs when I am synched to the Normandy. During flight, the Normandy uses up fuel and releases water vapor. As I am linked to these processes, it feels the way I would imagine an organic feels when they release the contents of their bladder.”
Ashley stood up. “All of this has been just fascinating, but I have to piss like a racehorse!”
“Likewise,” Shepard said.
“Lucky for me, I actually CAN piss like a racehorse.” Liara flashed her mocking smile again. “Funnily enough, I believe all of our bladder’s have filled at the same time. I’ll join you two.”
“My tank is full to the brim. Quarian etiquette forbids me from releasing it in an enclosed space, so I suppose I’ll accompany you all to the bathroom.”
“Well I guess now we can all show off what we’ve been bragging about,” Shepard laughed.
“Hardly.” Liara replied. “I don’t think peeing in a sectioned off stall will give anyone much of a show.”
Ashley contemplated this for a moment. “Then let’s not use a bathroom.”
The four girls, including EDI, all looked at Ashley with shock. She was beginning to feel embarrassed at her bold statement until Shepard took the reigns.
“I know just the place.” |
The Citadel lacked the bustling energy it once had. Civilians tried to retain a normal, functioning routine, but the ever-present threat of total annihilation fostered a sense of glassy-eyed obliviousness. As such, nobody commented on the boisterous group of women whooping and laughing as they strolled the labyrinthine corridors.
Liara clung to Shepard’s arm. Her body jostled with the growing need to empty her bladder, but her fingers brushed her lover’s forearm as gently as they would in desperation-free sobriety. “Where are you leading us, Shepard?”
Shepard gripped Liara’s hand. “Shh, not so loud. I don’t want any undue attention.” She turned down a dim hallway in the Citadel embassies. The other women trailed her eagerly.
“Shepard,” Tali whined, “both my tank and my bladder are full. I can’t pee another drop until I release what’s already there.” Her hand unconsciously hovered over the urine release button on her suit, the Quarian equivalent of jamming one’s hands on their crotch during times of urinary urgency.
“Ugh, I haven’t had to pee this bad since basic training!” Ashley yelped as the group continued past various offices of foreign dignitaries. “I remember when I first started, I’d hold it in until I could find a proper bathroom. Didn’t want to do my business in front of the other recruits.”
“What-oof- what changed?” Tali asked, trying to get her mind off her own need.
Ashley smiled weakly. “Well, after awhile I got comfortable around my fellow soldiers. I must’ve squatted and pissed on the foliage of a dozen different planets.” She eyed a potted plant beside the Hanar ambassador’s office. “Wouldn’t mind giving that a watering right about now.”
“Alright, everyone quiet down.” Shepard stopped in front of the Salarian councilor’s office. “We’re here.”
“Shepard, it appears you have mistaken,” EDI analyzed. “This is a Citadel councilor’s office, not a restroom.” The other three, however, shared a sly, knowing glance.
Shepard pointed her omni-tool at the keycode and the door slide open. She walked in, beckoning her companions with a slight gesture.
The Salarian councilor kept his office in tip-top shape, as his species would suggest. A well-organized desk centered the room, with undoubtedly important documents categorized tidily across the surface. It was a sparsely decorated room; nothing littered the glistening white floor, and the only other items beside a large vid player were a framed diploma on the east wall and a speckles robe hanging on a hook in the corner.
“The councilor’s gave me years of grief despite everything I’ve…everything we’ve done for them. It’s about time we got a little revenge, wouldn’t you say?”
Liara laughed. “Goddess, Shepard, I liked the drunk you! But why the Salarian and not, say, the Turian councilor?”
“Salarian’s panic over a bit of dust. Imagine how the councilor would react to a piss-covered office.”
“Your calculations are accurate, Shepard,” EDI said. “Amongst the councilors, improper urination would evoke the strongest reaction from the Salarian.”
“Salarian, Asari, Turina,” Ashley exclaimed as she made her way to the wall, one hand already tugging at her pants, “makes no difference to me. I’m wetting NOW. Dibs on his diploma.” She grabbed the framed documentation and threw it to the ground, stepping aside lightly to avoid the resulting bits of glass. She then carefully picked up the prestigious paper and placed it a few feet from the broken frame. “Well what are you all waiting for?”
“That’s the spirit, Ash!” Shepard jogged over to the desk. “I can’t tell you how many times I fantasized about doing this when that pompous fool called me in to reprimand me for whatever infraction he could cook up.” She climbed the mahogany structure and began to lower her pants. “Come on Liara, don’t be modest. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, after all.”
Liara shrugged. “Well, when in Rome.” She grabbed the priceless silk robe and dropped it in a crumple on the floor. “Watch closely, ladies. Asari consorts charge customer thousands of credits for this show.”
Before Liara could begin, Ashley was already wetting away all over the diploma. She had positioned herself in a half-squat, giving her greater control over her stream. “And here I thought whizzing in the open air mid-combat was thrilling!” She swayed back and forth, allowing her pee to splatter over every inch of the document. It was becoming saturated, and went from a glossy white to a deep yellow.
“I shall survey the area to ensure your activities go unnoticed,” EDI offered as she made her way into the hallway.
“I should warn you three,” Tali began quietly. “My tank literally couldn’t be fuller.”
“I think we’re all in the same boat, Tali,” Shepard said, holding her bladder until the Quarian could join.
“I suppose, but there’s a bit of a setback. My tank can contain a LOT of urine. Releasing it all, well, the entire room will be covered in a light misting of pee.”
“So what do you suggest?” Liara asked.
Tali pressed her button. “I suggest everyone closes their mouths.” A soft hiss followed. Slowly but surely, a light yellow cloud escaped Tali’s suit and dispersed throughout the room.
“Oh god! Tali!” Ashley was the first to be hit by the pee cloud. It wasn’t very concentrated, as the room was large enough to allow for a diluted release, but it was still very noticeable. Ashley’s own stream tapered off as a sheen of Tali’s urine stuck to her face. “Eww, oh it’s in my mouth! Blegh!”
“Told you to keep your mouth closed,” Tali laughed. “Ahhh, I feel so much better now!”
“Guess I better finish up fast and get out of here before I get hit,” Shepard announced lightheartedly. She squatted over the desk and released the floodgates. Her stream put Ashley’s to shame. Pee formed in a huge puddle, little rivulets spilling over the desk’s edge. Nothing was safe; every file on the councilor’s desk soaked up the contents of Shepard’s full bladder. She closed her mouth and eyes as Tali’s cloud approached.
“Good luck, Shepard,” Liara laughed as she formed a biotic shield around herself. The pee cloud bounced harmlessly off the shield. “Now that I know I can stay dry, it’s about time I make this robe very, VERY wet!” All eyes were on Liara as she began her piss. She had not exaggerated. Standing over the robe with her legs spread, Liara poured what seemed like a gallon of yellow pee all over the fabric. Within seconds the robe was absolutely soaked, and an enormous puddle began to from around it.
It was over as fast as it had begun. Asari bladders were indeed efficient, as Liara’s pee lasted less than ten seconds despite her extreme desperation. She left the robe in her river of urine and made her way outside the room.
Meanwhile, Shepard was finishing her pee. She had managed to salvage a record of some tedious meeting and used the long sheet to first wipe away the droplets of Tali’s urine off her face, then to wipe herself. She tossed the record into a pile of soggy documents and also made her way to the exit.
All of the women gathered outside the office and Shepard closed and locked the door behind her. “What the hell, Tali?” Ashley exclaimed.
Tali shuffled her feet sheepishly. “I didn’t have a choice. It was an emergency! I’m sorry, Ashley.” She glanced up. “And I’m sorry Shepard. I hope you didn’t get too wet.”
Shepard smiled. “Just a few drops, no biggie. Wouldn’t mind a warning next time, though.”
“Aye aye, captain!” Tali brightened up.
As the women laughed and discussed the amazingly naughty act, EDI came running towards them. “I recommend we disperse immediately. The councilor is approaching.”
The fear (and thrill) of possibly getting caught gave the girls a burst of energy. They all ran in the opposite direction, laughing uproariously all the way. They finally stepped to catch their breath when they were plenty far away from the desecrated office.
“Hey, Liara,” Shepard said quietly to the Asari as the other women continued to loudly discuss their antics. “That really was amazing. You said people pay Asari thousands of credits to see that?”
Liara smiled. “This one was on the house.”
Shepard laughed. “Maybe we could arrange a more….private viewing someday.”
Liara stopped and grabbed Shepard’s waist. She leaned in and the two shared a passionate kiss. Liara broke away and winked. “Name the time and the place.” |
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