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A/N: Ooh, a commission with four wettings in it!
It had been a fantastic day so far for Penny and her friends. The four girls had decided to spend the second to last day of their summer break at an amusement park, and so far, everything was perfect. They had ridden several rides and had a great lunch. For once, everyone was getting along well.
It was as they were finishing up their lunch that they decided to plan out the rest of their day. There was one ride that they all wanted to ride before the day was done- a new roller coaster that was one of the most popular new rides of the year. Of course, they had to get in line quickly if they were going to actually get a chance that day. The lines were shorter during lunchtime, but even then, they still stretched out pretty far.
They hurried, and each let out a frustrated groan as they saw just how long of a wait they would actually have. The sign over the gate said, “Standing here, wait time is 45 minutes”, but since it was the best they could hope for, they decided to wait it out.
“I think maybe we should have gone to the bathroom first,” said Zoey, looking nervous.
“What, and make our wait even longer?” asked LaCienega.
“I'm just not sure if it was a good idea. Maybe we should take turns going and holding the spot in line,” the redhead replied.
“Do you have any idea how far away the nearest bathrooms are?” asked Dijonay. “By the time we get through everyone, the line will have gotten so long that people will think we're cutting!”
“She's right,” said Penny, who also regretted their decision not to hit a bathroom after lunch. “I'm sure we'll be fine, though.”
“Speak for yourselves,” said LaCienega with a smirk. “I don't even have to go!”
“I don't have to go that bad,” replied Dijonay, before the subject was dropped.
~X~
When their wait time was down to fifteen minutes, each of the girls was starting to feel a bit more desperate than they had hoped. Zoey was finding it difficult to stand still and even LaCienega was starting to regret their decision to rush over to the ride like that.
“I really hope this doesn't take too much longer,” said Penny, shifting a bit in place. She knew that she could make it the next fifteen minutes, but she hoped that the ride wouldn't be too rough on her rapidly filling bladder.
“It'll be fine,” said Dijonay with a shrug, though she had taken to bouncing slightly every few minutes. The line could not move fast enough.
Zoey, finally giving into her urge to move and squirmed a bit. She hoped that she would be able to wait out this line with her friends and that the ride would be uneventful.
~X~
At long last, they had reached the end of the line. They were ushered into their carts, Zoey with Penny, directly in front of Dijonay. They were all visibly squirming at this point, though they still tried not to mention anything to do with their desperation.
The carts started off slowly, then picked up speed suddenly, startling the girls. LaCienega panicked inwardly as she felt a bit leak into her panties. She had no time to worry about it, however, as the ride was going up and down hills and around very sharp turns.
Dijonay wasn't taking the roughness of the ride very well, longing to grab herself under her skirt to avoid wetting herself in the cart. Just as she was beginning to hope that the ride would not last too much longer, the carts slowed to a complete stop.
“It's just a fake scare,” said Penny, more to brace herself for the jolt than to reassure her friends. “It'll jerk us and then start back up any second now.”
But a few long, silent moments passed without the ride resuming. Several passengers began screaming. The girls were terrified, not just because of the potentially broken roller coaster, but also for their bladders, which were bursting for relief.
A crackle came from a speaker below. “Do not panic, passengers. We've encountered some minor technical difficulties that we are working as quickly as possible to resolve. Just hold tight up there and we will get the ride moving as soon as we can.”
More passengers began screaming, including LaCienega, whose fear was so great that she forgot completely about her need. Without her consciously holding it in, her bladder released, soaking her jeans and puddling in the seat, splashing on the floor of the cart. Dijonay was startled by the sudden wetness and looked over at her friend, who was teary eyed and humiliated. “Don't say anything,” she said.
“I wasn't gonna,” she said, now giving in to her urge to shove a hand beneath her skirt. The wetness that she sat on was not making holding it any easier, and she could already tell that she was not going to last until the ride finally got fixed. And then it hit her; with LaCienega in such distress, it wouldn't be so bad if she wet herself out of sympathy. So, with that thought in mind, she let go, sighing in relief as she flooded her panties.
“Wh-what are you doing?” her friend asked, confused.
“Well, I had to go too, ya know,” she replied simply. The relief was fantastic, and her bladder was so full that when it was completely emptied, she even had a dark patch on the front of her skirt.
Meanwhile, in the cart in front of theirs, Zoey and Penny were not faring much beter. Zoey had her legs tightly crossed with her hands jammed in between while she rocked back and forth. Penny had her legs crossed at the ankles and would occasionally grab herself, squeezing a bit to try and keep things under control. She just had to wait until the ride was fixed, it couldn't be that much longer...
“Penny, I...I can't- I'm sorry,” she heard Zoey say in a broken voice, and when she looked over, she saw a small puddle forming, heading straight for her. She tried to move out of the way, but the cart was too small to avoid, and as soon as her friend's piss hit her, she knew that there was no hope for her.
They both began wetting themselves in almost perfect unison, their piss hitting the floor of the cart with a loud hiss. Both of their outfits and shoes were soaked, and their faces were bright red with shame. They couldn't believe that they had wet themselves like that, but when they looked back to see if LaCienega or Dijonay had noticed, they couldn't help but laugh.
Soon, all four girls were laughing together. Every last one of them had somehow managed to wet themselves on the ride, and though it was humiliating that they would have to wear it around for the rest of their trip, it was a little bit more bearable, knowing that they weren't alone in it. |
A/N: My very first multi-part commission! This story will include nine wettings n three chapters, and human versions of the ponies.
“This is so boring,” complained Scootaloo, looking back and forth between her two friends. When Sweetie Belle nodded in agreement, Applebloom sighed.
“Well, what do ya think we should do about it?” she asked. “My big sister's having a sleepover too, so we got stuck inside!” Normally, they had their sleepovers outside, in the barn, but with Applejack's friends over, they had had to relocate.
“That's it!” Scootaloo said, brightening. “Let's go over there!”
“But Applejack said-”
“Forget what she said! I bet they're having lots of cool fun that we're missing out on!” she insisted. “We should definitely go over there!”
“Yeah, that does sound like fun,” said Sweetie Belle. “Come on, Applebloom, let's go!”
“Alright,” she said finally, giving in. After all, what was the worst that could happen?
~X~
“Nope. Nuh uh. No way,” said Rainbow Dash, as soon as the three girls poked their heads into the barn.
“But we haven't even said anything yet!” protested Sweetie Belle.
“I don't care,” replied the other girl. “Whatever it is you're gonna say, or ask, my response is still the same. No.”
“Come on,” Scootaloo said, trying to impress her idol. “We'll be cool, I swear! Just let us stick around!”
“Ya really think so?” asked Rainbow Dash, smirking. “You really think you can keep up with the big kids?”
“Absolutely!”
“Well, then, I'll tell ya what we big kids do at parties and if you're scared, you can go running back to your little baby party. What big kids do, is they have games and challenges that you couldn't possibly hope to compete in.”
“And what exactly is that?” asked Applejack, incredulous. She wanted the girls gone as much as the next person, but she had no idea what Rainbow Dash was going on about this time.
“Well, I was thinkin' something to prove who the real grownups are. Such as, a holding contest!”
All of the girls in the room spoke in unison, showing disbelief, confusion, and, for some of them, outright refusal. They all seemed to think that Rainbow Dash was out of her mind with her suggestion, but she held up a hand to quiet everyone down.
“Come on, guys, I'm serious! If one of the older girls lasts the longest, the kids have to leave, and if one of them wins, they can stay.”
“That's ridiculous,” said Applejack, shaking her head. Her little sister nodded along with her.
“Okay, I guess you two don't have to play,” she replied. “On account you being huge chickens and all.”
“I am not,” said Applejack.
“I ain't a chicken neither!” protested Applebloom.
Instead of answering them, Rainbow Dash just clucked, making chicken wings with her arms and flapping.
“Enough!” Applejack shouted. “Fine. I'm in! Just don't start cryin' when I beat ya.”
“I'm in too,” Applebloom added. “But I'm the one that's gonna be winnin', sis.”
“I was already in,” said Scootaloo. “I was never afraid! So, who else is gonna play?”
“Ooh, I'm in, I'm in!” Pinkie Pie cried, raising her hand and bouncing. “I positively love games!”
“What about you, Fluttershy?”
“I...well...I guess...if everyone else is going to play,” she said softly, already dreading the outcome of this game. She was embarrassed about having to ask to go to the bathroom in normal situations. How would she handle having to hold it in front of everyone?“Well, I most certainly will not be participating,” said Rarity. “It's simply unladylike to play such games!”
“Yeah!” said Sweetie Belle, more to agree with her sister than anything else.
“Do I hear a few more chickens in the room?” asked Rainbow Dash, smirking wickedly.
“None of that nonsense,” Rarity replied. “I am not a chicken. I simply do not wish to participate in such a vulgar game. Any real lady would feel the same way.”
“Wouldn't a real lady be able to hold it?” asked Applejack, joining in. “Wouldn't a real lady win? So what's holdin' ya back?”
“I...I...” Rarity tried to think of some sort of argument but nothing came to her. “Very well! I'll participate, if only to show you guys who the ladies are here!”
“Me too!” Sweetie Belle piped up. “I'm in too!”
“Well, if everyone else is playing, I guess I will too,” said Twilight Sparkle, curious about what the results would be.
“Then it's settled! We'll get the drinks ready and let the games begin!” declared Rainbow Dash.
~X~
When they had consumed all the drinks required for the contest, Rainbow Dash said, “Okay, now we have to strip down to just our panties.”
“What?”
“No, listen, listen! Someone might try to hide it if they're starting to lose. You can keep your shirts on, but we have to be able to see if someone's trying to hide anything! It's the only way to make the game fair.”
Though they were all a bit shy about doing something like that, each of them also wanted the game to remain fair, so they all stripped down as requested. Rainbow Dash wore blue panties with a cloud and rainbow lightning bolt printed on them. Applejack's were orange with three apples, Twilight Sparkle's were purple with pink stars, Rarity's were white with three diamonds, Pinkie Pie's were a bright pink with little balloons, and Fluttershy's were light pink with butterflies. Scootaloo, Applebloom, and Sweetie Belle's were plain, colored orange, yellow, and white, respectively.
There was an uncomfortable silence as they all tried to adjust to having their panties visible to everyone, but it was soon broken by Pinkie Pie saying, “Well, I don't know about you guys, but I've already really gotta go!”
“I don't feel anything yet,” boasted Rainbow Dash. “I already have this one in the bag!”
“Well, I don't feel anything neither,” replied Applejack, not willing to be counted out so soon. “So, I think I'm the one whose got this in the bag!”
“Not a chance!” she shot back, her competitive streak showing.
“Both of you are wrong! If anyone's gonna win this thing, it's gonna be me,” said Scootaloo.
“Dream on, pipsqueak!”
The more headstrong girls bickered back and forth for a bit, all insisting that they would be the one to win. Applebloom joined in, saying that she would show them all who the real winner was. Meanwhile, Pinkie Pie bounced up and down in place, not bothering to hide that she was already incredibly desperate. Still, it was fun for her, simply because it was a game.
Rarity sat poised as always, perfectly concealing the building pressure that she felt. She had no intention of letting anyone see her get even the slightest bit desperate. Sweetie Belle sat next to her, trying to imitate her, though it was clear that she was already beginning to fidget a bit.
Fluttershy took a few deep breaths as she felt her own desperation begin to set in. She was no stranger to having to hold for long stretches of time. Being shy to a fault, she always struggled to get up the nerve to ask in class or to excuse herself when she was hanging out with her friends, preferring instead to hold it as long as she possibly could and go when she was safely at home.
As all of this was going on around her, Twilight Sparkle crossed her legs at the ankles, wondering how long she was going to last. Since she had joined mostly out of curiosity, she kept a careful eye on everyone, observing. She didn't know what the outcome would be just yet, but she knew at least that it was going to be incredibly interesting!
A/N: The wettings begin next chapter! I've already planned who is going to win, but you all can tell me who you're rooting for if you want.
Edited March 2, 2015 by Harley Quinn
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A/N: The second part is here! I've been so busy with my new job lately, but I've bee slamming and jamming on these commissions as best as I can.
As time passed, each girl was getting progressively more and more desperate. The loud mouthed group had finally stopped arguing and boasting, instead focusing more on trying to make their predictions of winning come true. When Applebloom first began squirming around and Applejack crossed her legs, it became obvious that the two headstrong sisters had to focus a bit harder to keep control.
“I really don't think I can hold it!” Pinkie Pie said. She seemed to be a lot more desperate than everyone else with her legs tightly crossed and her hands between her legs as she danced around a bit. Still, she didn't seem to mind her predicament very much. She didn't care much about winning herself, only about having the chance to play with everyone.
“It is...pretty difficult after a while,” Twilight Sparkle admitted, blushing a bit. She still had her legs crossed, but otherwise was managing to conceal her level of desperation well.
“Are you kidding me?” asked Pinkie Pie, laughing before cringing as she realized that that wasn't a good idea. “It's nearly impossible after how much I've had to drink!”
“Pinkie, we've had the same amount,” said Rainbow Dash, confused.
“Yeah, you guys I have, but I had a lot more soda earlier cos I wanted to be able to stay up all night! Duh,” she said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Is that really fair?” asked Twilight Sparkle. “I mean, doesn't that affect the challenge at all?”
“Oh, I don't mind,” said Pinkie Pie, shrugging. “If I lose early, I lose early! I'm just having so much fun playing with everyone!”
The subject was dropped after that, as everyone knew there was no understanding some of Pinkie Pie's reasoning. If she didn't mind that everyone had an edge over her, it was no big deal.
However, it was not long after they had dropped it that the noticed her movements become more and more frantic. She pulled her hands away to reveal a rather large dark spot on her panties that was growing with each second. Soon, it had spread to the point that the pee was running down her legs and onto the floor.
“I lose!” she announced with a giggle as she wet herself. The sight of it caused each of the girls to feel a stronger urge, as well as a stronger desire to not end up in that position. How humiliating, to wet themselves like that! Pinkie Pie didn't seem to have any shame in the matter, but it was a different story for the others.
It was different, in particular, for Fluttershy. She couldn't stand the thought of doing something like that in front of everybody, contest or no contest. She didn't care if everyone in the room had already wet herself, it would still be so humiliating for her to do it as well. She bit down on her lip, feeling her bladder fill more and more but trying her best not to show anyone what she was feeling.
~X~
After some time, there was no a single girl who could keep herself from squirming, no matter how subtle it was. Twilight Sparkle had gone from keeping it incredibly hidden to twisting around in where she sat, legs tightly crossed. Sweetie Belle was bouncing up and down, face red from her effort. Even Rarity and Fluttershy were squirming a bit, though they both kept it to a minimum, for different reasons.
“Wow, this is getting kind of hard,” Rainbow Dash admitted. “Like, seriously, I am just about to burst!”
“I know what you mean,” replied Scootaloo, tapping her foot as she wiggled around. “It gets super hard after a while!”
“Ha! I guess you two aren't gonna last so long after all,” Applebloom said, gloating. Still, she was appearing more and more desperate by the second, and soon had her hands jammed between her legs.
“Guys,” said Twilight Sparkle, “I don't think...” But before she could say anything else, a dark spot began forming on her purple panties, spreading as rapidly as Pinkie Pie's had. She was soon flooding the chair she sat in, and then it splashed onto the floor with a loud hiss that made everyone cringe. She sighed with relief, but her face was a bright red, showing how embarrassed she was to have lost so quickly.
“Two down, six to go,” Rainbow Dash said. “Then I can claim my victory!”
“I thought ya just said it was gettin' hard,” said Applejack.
“That doesn't mean I'm gonna lose! Even you can't say you aren't feeling it right now, we can all see how much you squirm!”
Applejack blushed and said, “Of course! It's plenty bad for me, but I'm just sayin' that you complained first, so you'll probably be the next to go!”
“Me?! It'll be you! You're gonna be next!”
“Uh, guys....I think I'm next,” said Sweetie Belle. They turned to look at her, and sure enough, her panties were growing damper and damper, and little rivulets ran down her legs. Her face was red and her eyes were a bit teary as she said, “I'm sorry, Rarity. I tried to be a lady, but...but...”
“Oh, Sweetie Belle,” Rarity said with a sympathetic face, “it's alright. You did your best, after all! And your big sister is still in it! I'll win for the both of us!”
“Th-thank you,” she said, sniffing.
“Now that's three out!” announced Scootaloo. “I'm totally gonna win this!”
“Not if I do,” Applebloom argued, gritting her teeth and trying her best to hold it in. “You're gonna be wettin' yourself like a little baby!”
“I will not! You're the one who has to hold yourself to keep it in!”
She blushed and said, “So? I'm just doin' what I have to to win! Which I will!”
They went on like this for a bit, but not very much longer because soon Applebloom was regretting how the argument made her lose her focus. Without putting her concentration entirely on the problem at hand, it wasn't long before she lost control of herself. Her yellow panties darkened as Scootaloo watched with glee.
“I-I thought...” Applebloom said with a sniff. “I really thought I could win!”
“It's okay, little sis,” said Applejack. “I'm gonna win this thing and avenge you!”
“Touching,” said Rarity, “but I believe I promised my little sister the same thing. Therefore, it is still going to be me who wins.”
“Is that so? Well, I guess we'll just have to see about that!”
A/N: Uh oh, Rarity and Applejack going head to head! The next installment in the last, so with those two, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, and Scootaloo still in the running, who will win? |
A/N: The third and final part! At long last, we get to find out who the winner is! Hopefully, it doesn't disappoint, but, then again, everyone wets so it can't be that bad of an outcome either way!
With the group down to Rarity, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, and Scootaloo, the pressure was on. Scootaloo knew that the odds were stacked against her and her friends, but she also knew their chances of getting to hang out with the older girls rested squarely on her shoulders. So far, she had managed to keep herself under control, but who knew how much longer that would last for her? Every time she saw another girl wet, it made it that much harder on her to avoid the same fate.
Luckily for her, the focus was on Applejack and Rarity at the moment. No one seemed to notice how obviously desperate she had become and no one teased her, because they were all too focused on the showdown between the two older sisters. As they had both vowed to avenge their little sisters, it had seemed to quickly turn into a private competition between them.
Applejack, who had previously had no reservations about letting her desperation show, was now putting on a brave face and trying to keep as still as possible. She was determined to show Rarity that she was unaffected by the situation, though her face quickly grew red from the effort of trying to conceal it. She fidgeted a bit here and there, biting her lip.
Rarity, on the other hand, had thrown properness to the wind. Concealing her desperation was not as important to her as winning, now. It did her no good to look dignified if she lost, and she had a promise to her little sister to keep. She crossed her legs tightly and squirmed about in place, clenching her fists to try and take her mind off how much holding it for this long hurt.
There was a tense silence as they stared each other down, mentally willing the other to lose control. It was an odd turn of the tables, seeing Applejack blushing as she tried to remain perfectly still and Rarity squirming and bouncing around as if she hadn't a care who saw her. Meanwhile, the other three girls waited and watched, forgetting their own needs for the time being.
Suddenly, Applejack grabbed herself, unable to continue pretending. She twisted violently, looking almost on the verge of tears. It was obvious to everyone that she was not going to last more then a moment longer, though she grit her teeth, not ready to give in to her body's demands just yet.
“No, not yet,” she hissed, tightening her grip and increasing her already rapid movements, but it was no use. She had already begun leaking, and no matter how she tried to stop, she could not. Soon, everyone could see the hot jets of urine running down her legs as she wet herself. All the stubbornness in the world could not have kept her from losing control like this.
“Ha!” said Rarity, though she looked away, as the sight almost made her lose control herself. “It appears I was right!”
“It ain't over yet,” replied Applejack. “Maybe I'm out for good, but you'll be soakin' your prissy little panties soon enough.”
“I most certainly will not!” she burst out, then quickly regretted it. She put a hand between her legs to regain her composure. She blushed at the vulgarity of her actions, but she knew that it could not be helped.
Without their little contest as a distraction, the others had to focus on themselves. Fluttershy was still hanging back and trying to hide any signs of desperation, whereas Rainbow Dash was shamelessly holding herself. She was so confident that she would win that she saw no point in pretending she wasn't desperate. After all, did it matter what she looked like as long as she was the one with the bragging rights in the end?
Scootaloo, meanwhile, was growing more and more panicked. Seeing Applejack's accident had once again almost pushed her too far, and if she was going to win, she would have to watch the other three girls do the same. She wasn't sure if she could actually pull through, but she didn't want to disappoint her friends and she didn't want to have to listen to the older girls gloat when she lost. She tried her best to tune out and ignore what was going on around her, focusing solely on keeping her very full bladder in check.
“Come on, Scootaloo,” she whispered to herself, so low that no one else could hear her. “You've got this. You can do it.”
“Stop!” Rarity shouted suddenly in horror, jumping from foot to foot frantically. “Stop at once!”
“Is the proper lady having a bit of a problem?” asked Rainbow Dash with a smirk. Rarity glared at her and opened her mouth to protest, but the question was answered as they heard the splashing of her piss on the floor. She looked positively disgusted and mortified as she soaked herself and made a large puddle on the floor.
“Nobody say another word,” she said, turning away in shame. The others decided to spare her ridicule for now, though when she had recovered, some teasing might take place.
“The final three,” observed Rainbow Dash. “I'm kinda surprised honestly. Who woulda thought my last opponents would be Fluttershy and a kid? No offense to you, Fluttershy.”
“We'll see who the kid is,” grumbled Scootaloo.
“Oh, yeah? Cos here I thought you'd be the next to lose!”
“You're on!”
Fluttershy sighed with relief as the two began butting heads. Once again, there was something to distract from her. She was no longer able to hide how badly she needed to go, though she still was reluctant to do something as obvious as grabbing herself. She felt bad for all of her friends, and she would feel bad for the kids if she beat them and they couldn't stay, but she couldn't stand the thought of wetting herself. Years and years of fighting off her needs in order to appease her bladder shyness would not allow it.
~X~
It was hard to believe, with how much the three girls were positively dying of desperation that any more time could have passed, and yet, it seemed to be a stalemate for quite some time. As each minute passed without a girl losing control, each of them became more certain that they would be the next to go.
Even Rainbow Dash, for all of her confidence, could not deny the fact that she was not going to last much longer. She was mentally panicking, dancing in place, a hand between her legs that barely concealed a small dark spot from where she had already leaked a little bit. She could not believe that she felt close to losing to Fluttershy and Scootaloo, of all people. She felt another little bit leak and resisted the urge to whimper. If she just held on a little longer, surely the other two would give in soon enough.
But she could not hold on. The next spurt that came out was so big that she had to pull her hands away and allow it to run down her legs, and she was well aware that everyone could see that she had already lost.
Tears pricked at her eyes as she flooded her blue panties, but she wouldn't let them fall. It was bad enough that she had lost at her own game; she wasn't going to let anyone see her cry over it. All she could do was play it cool and pretend to be a gracious loser. Then she would root for Fluttershy, so that at least her team would win.
“Well,” she said, laughing halfheartedly, “I guess that's it for me. Come on, Fluttershy, you've got this! Show the kid who's boss!”
“I...I...” The pink haired girl blushed heavily at the sudden attention on her. There were five girls counting on her to pull through, and three little girls urging her to lose. Worse, one of those little girls was her opponent. The pressure from all the attention made her extremely nervous, which did nothing to ease the situation.
In fact, it did the exact opposite of easing the situation. Her nerves hit her hard, and it became impossible to maintain control over her bladder. Her eyes flew open wide and she let out a small squeak as it emptied and all that she had been holding in came rushing out at once. Her face turned a bright red, and she covered it, humiliated that the one thing she had been trying to avoid was happening. If only she had just said no to the contest!
“Did I just...win?” asked Scootaloo, shocked. The older girls were shocked too. They couldn't believe that, against all odds, one of the kids had beat them and that they would be stuck with them the rest of the night.
“You did!” cried Sweetie Bell, overjoyed. “So we get to stay here!”
“You're a regular hero, Scootaloo!” added Applebloom, grinning.
“Yeah, I guess I am,” she said, beaming.
“You did good, kid,” said Rainbow Dash, begrudgingly. “And a deal's a deal, you can stay here with us tonight.”
Hearing praise from Rainbow Dash brought her an even greater sense of satisfaction, to the point that she was beginning to forget that, as the winner, she still hadn't gone to the bathroom. “I am pretty great!” she said, laughing. The laughter brought her desperation back to the forefront of her mind and she nearly doubled over.
“I'll be back!” she called, taking off to head inside to the bathroom. However, it wasn't a quick walk, and she felt herself leak a bit with each step. She didn't even care that she had left the barn still in only her panties; she didn't have a second to spare. By the time she made it inside, there was a dark, damp patch on her orange panties.
At last, she had reached the bathroom, but just as she was pulling down her panties, it was all over for her.
Before she could stop herself, she was soaking them and flooding the floor of the bathroom, the relief feeling delicious despite her humiliation. After she had finished wetting herself, she stood there for a moment to catch her breath. There had been something so nice about letting go after holding for so long...
Either way, she had quite the mess to clean up and she had to do it fast before they started to suspect. She was lucky that she had a change of panties, because she couldn't let them see how close their winner had been to losing!
A/N: Hope ya don't mind that ole Scoots won. I decided pretty early on that it would be one of the kids, just cos I wanted them to get their way, and Scootaloo is my favorite, so yeah. My fiance suggested Fluttershy because she would have experience with holding due to bladder shyness, hence why I had her come in second. |
This is my own take on a scene from The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask .(original here:
)It's by no means perfect, so feel free to suggest some improvements!(inspired by @Antifairy (no idea how you tag people...) and their brilliant Zelda fics.)
Aliens, her sister had said. Cremia smiled to herself. It was just like Romani to let her imagination run away with her. Although, aliens or not, it had probably helped her shooting skill immensely, especially with that green hat kid helping her. What was he called again? Cremia blinked and remembered what she had been doing - getting ready to deliver the milk into town. It was a long trip - 2 hours, at least, and all the cargo had to get there safely. The reins were in place, and the milk bottles divided up into neat groups of three at the back. She was almost ready to leave. Cremia felt a slight twitch in her abdomen- obviously some of that Chateau from earlier was already making its way down. Maybe I should go now, she thought to herself silently. After all, I might not have another chance..."Cremia?" asked a voice from below. She turned towards it, and standing next to the milk wagon was the boy with the green hat."Oh! Good evening... Link...", she mumbled, remembering his name just in time. Link eyed the horse tied up at the post. "Where are you going?""I'm going to town," she replied quickly. "To deliver milk." She wanted to leave at 7 - which would give her enough time to do some other things in Clock Town, namely visiting her friend, Anju. Maybe Link wanted a ride into town too - he certainly deserved it, for being such a good friend to Romani the previous day. She smiled at him and asked if he wanted a ride."Sure!" he replied enthusiastically. The clock tower, barely audible across the fields, began tolling- it rang 7 times, echoing across the forest-laden fields."That's great." Link climbed up the side, and sat down at the back, next to her precious jars of milk. "Tonight I'm kind of lonely..." She said to him, and, realising that was a bit depressing, quickly added "...I welcome company." She drew back on the reins, whipped them, once, and the caravan sprang into action with a heavy jolt. The sudden tremor bounced her up and down in her seat, and she felt that twinge in her bladder take effect again. It won't get that bad, she reassured herself. It's only a little, and after all, you're a big girl...
An hour later, Link was looking bored. She didn't blame him. The fields, at least in this area, were very dull in colour, and barren as far as the eye could see. However, at least she had something to worry about. Her bladder - empty as it may have been an hour ago - had been steadily filling those past 60 minutes. It wasn't too desperate a situation - yet - but maybe, just maybe, she might have to stop for a break in a bit. Maybe she could start a conversation? Ignoring her very noticeable urge, she began telling Link about her life - the ranch.
"I guess it's been a while now since our father died. I'm trying to take care of the ranch, but things have been getting unstable lately..." She sighed. The day before, she had found some broken bottles by the barn. Who was doing it, she didn't know..."What kind of unstable?" asked Link inquisitively. He was always ready to help, she noted. Always willing. That was nice to see. "Oh, nothing really," she replied. "Just the cows, behaving-" Without warning, the carriage went over a large bump- and her urge to relieve herself increased tenfold. This complicated things a bit - she would definitely, without a doubt, need to stop soon. She just wouldn't be able to concentrate properly like this, and definitely shouldn't be driving a cart when so badly distracted by her bodily needs."The cows behaving like what?" Link continued, having just seen Cremia tense up dramatically from the back of the cart."Oh, never mind, I'm sure they're fine..." she responded, and quickly crossed her legs under her dress as she started trembling a little. You REALLY should have gone while you could, she thought, cursing herself for being so punctual. Mr. Barten wouldn't have minded if I was just a few minutes late...
"Cremia! Are you alright? You look really scared!" Link sounded genuinely concerned - but he would probably laugh if he knew what was really troubling her. But this seemed like a good time to stop - her private reservoir was sloshing around a lot, and she knew it would never make the rest of the journey. "Actually, I think we should stop here, for a bit. You know, just to give Mazin a rest." She patted the horse with one hand while placing the other lightly between her legs. "Ok, whatever you think is best..." Had Link realised her predicament? The wagon drew to a halt, stopping before a crossroads. Cremia delicately stepped down from the wooden platform, and quickly turned to the boy at the back. "Link?" she asked politely."Yeah?""Can you watch the road for me? This area's a bit... dangerous, especially at this time of night." Her excuse for distracting him had some truth in it - thieves were known to operate at the crossroads, late into the evenings. But Link seemed to follow her instruction, and looked back the way they had come, searching for suspicious figures. This was the most privacy she was going to get, and she hurried into the bushes by the side of the road. She crouched down between some ferns, hitched up her dress, and removed her boots- then carefully drew down her silky white panties. The cold night air instantly began to work its magic on her exposed lady parts, and she felt urine welling up, ready to burst forth. This was a close one, she thought to herself. I should really be more careful in future...
"Cremia!" A shout came from the crossroads, echoing through the trees. She instantly snapped her head towards the voice, almost annoyed that someone would delay her relief any longer."Cremia! It's them! It's the robbers!"He was joking. He had to be. But if they were there, this was the family business at stake. She sprang up and started running towards the caravan, leaving her panties behind in the shrubbery. She stumbled barefoot across the gravel, before coming to the crossroads again - and there they were. Two hooded people, on horses, waving pitchforks in the air, charging towards them and their precious cargo of milk."Cremia! Get in!""I know, I know!" She clambered back into the front seat, knowing that her bladder could probably take a backseat to the upkeep of the ranch. But not for long, she thought. As the riders drew even closer, she drew back on the reins and they sped off, going a lot faster than they should have been. The air seemed a lot colder now that she had gone commando, and the soft breeze didn't help her situation at all.
Concentrate, Cremia, CONCENTRATE! As much as she repeated it to herself, her legs remained tightly crossed under her dress, her lower lips squeezed tightly together, just in case the worst should happen. But the worst was going to happen. Isn't there anyone to take over the reins? It's not just me, is it? "Link!" she snapped, her usually polite attitude stepping to the side for a moment. "Can you take over the reins for a few minutes?"He looked confused. She was definitely the better rider, so why would she ask him to do it instead? "I can't drive a whole cart!" he replied, still wondering why she would ask it of him. He probably wasn't lying - but then he asked the dreaded question -"Why?"
It wasn't worth keeping her desperation a secret anymore- even if she did, he would find out another way. "Link, I need the toilet. Like, I really need the toilet." She could imagine his eyebrows raising, asking himself why someone her age would get as desperate as she sounded. "Look, I need you to help me, somehow... I can't manage all this on my own!" She didn't expect him to be able to do anything, and that was understandable."Ok... I'll try to get rid of them with my bow!" replied Link, obviously not as skeptical as she had thought he would be. At least that's something, she thought, still at her limit, and still being chased by two mysterious men. The wind began to blow harder, rippling through the coarse fabric of the wagon's hood, and coursing up her dress, tickling her pussy, encouraging the dam to break.
Come on, it's only a few hundred metres left until the main road, and they won't dare touch you there... You can do it, you're 17 years old now- what would Romani think?You can-
A small spurt came loose, and the beads of urine slowly trickled down her leg.No! It was the beginning of the end - and that end was coming fast. Despite her efforts, she began to leak more and more, a larger volume of urine escaping each time, until the floodgates finally opened. She could almost feel the surge leave her exhausted bladder, and shoot down her urethra, before splashing down onto her legs and soaking into the wooden planks under her feet, as well as into her dress, darkening the paths it took.
The wagon passed the two buildings that marked the point where the gravel path joined the larger, more defined road, and the hooded figures turned back the way they had came, having failed to take anything. While they hadn't taken anything, Cremia felt she had lost something else - her dignity. It was unheard of for someone her age to uncontrollably wet themselves like a child. Maybe for Romani, who occasionally wet the bed, it was just about acceptable. But her? It was unthinkable. Neither of them spoke during the last 15-minute trip up the hill to Clock Town. Even though the wet area on her dress had mostly dried by the time she stepped down from the front, she still hung her head in shame. Look on the bright side, she thought. You've defended the family business... well, you haven't really, that was all Link... Link jumped down from the back, looking surprisingly active despite having spent 2 hours sitting down. "Are you alright?" he asked, again showing more maturity than she would have expected."Yes, yes, I'm... fine." She looked to him again and smiled. "Mr. Barten will be happy to get his first delivery in a while..." At least there was a bright side; the ranch would stay open, rather than be closed down by those bandits!She felt he deserved her thanks. "You were pretty cool..." He shifted awkwardly, and she could tell he was wondering where this was going. But he deserved at least something. "This isn't very big... but accept my thanks!" She hugged him close, in an attempt to give something back from what had been a hectic evening. However, he quickly pulled away, and stumbled backwards. "I- I don't want to be rude, but..." He hesitated, then spoke quietly. "You're still a bit wet...""Oh." She blushed, taken aback at the reversed roles. "Ok."
"Well, thanks for the ride, anyway!" He wandered off, heading towards the eastern gate of the town. Cremia turned back towards the wagon. She had to clean herself up, buy some new shoes, and possibly some underwear, too... The cargo of milk was still intact, despite the rough journey. And I have to unload all this, too... She heard a faint melody in the direction of the gate, and remembered Link could still help her. She turned towards where he had been going, ready to call his name, but he was nowhere to be seen.
How odd.
(Had to re-italicize all of the thought text, so some of the 'thinking' text might not be formatted properly.) |
Duke squirmed in his seat as the bell rang. He folded his lips in together as he saw the teacher walk out of the class.
He crossed his legs under the desk and took a rather controlled breath. Duke really had to use the toilets but that wasn’t possible, at least not now.
Another teacher entered the room and everybody stood up to greet her . Duke although didn’t want to follow the suit, had to force himself to stand up with a bladder dangerously full. The strain he felt when he stood up made him wince in agony.
It was a 40 minute long lesson and although he was almost at the limit of his capacity, Duke knew he could hold it till the end if tried hard enough.
Wiggling on his seat, he was finding it really hard to concentrate on what was being taught and that was rather unusual for him.
Being one of the brightest students of the class , Duke had always been the favorite of his teachers. He loved all his subjects, but Physics was what really got him going.
Duke had always been the one to solve problems before anyone else in the class could. His colleagues had always been in awe of his ability to answer questions that weren’t even taught in the class before. He was a genius.
Even Duke’s parents were incredibly happy with his performance at school and it would make their chests swell with pride when someone would refer to their son’s academic achievements.
In his twelfth grade now, Duke saw a wide spectrum of career possibilities before him but there was one path he found himself stuck at. He wanted to be a Quantum Physicist and he knew he had what it takes to become one.
Although he was one of the more handsome guys at school, he had never been with a girl. He always found himself too drowned in his books to take time out for someone else. But it was not like he regretted it, he found it really boring to talk to people anyway. He liked keeping to himself, maybe that was a facet of his introvert personality.
23 minutes more to go, Duke’s bladder was so swollen and full that he wasn’t even able to sit still. He thanked himself that unlike sitting at the first bench like most toppers, he occupied the last one in the row.
He looked around, everyone was busy listening to what the teacher was blabbering about .Even he wanted to listen, it was Physics after all ,but he wasn’t even able to think straight needing to pee so much let alone solve algorithms.
Duke rested his left hand on his bulging ,throbbing bladder as he took down notes from the other, cursing the school authorities under his breathe, after all it was because of them that he wasn’t getting a chance to pee.
His school had a rather strict policy regarding toilets- they were kept locked most of the time and were only unlocked in the morning before the lectures had started and then again after the school ended.
Duke always made sure he used the loos at both the opportunities but today he hadn’t got a chance to relieve himself before the lectures began. He had missed his bus this morning and his dad had dropped him off to school. By the time he got here the toilets were already locked.
Duke crossed his legs tighter , his face showed his agony. He shot a look at his wrist watch again, 11 minutes more.
He was going out of his mind needing to pee so much. He had been feeling slight twinges his bladder from the time he left home this morning and urge and had increased so much since then.
He grabbed his crotch tight, there was no point in waiting anymore, he absolutely had to use the toilets now.
“Are you alright?” his bench mate asked ,watching Duke’s bent forward posture and his hand between his legs.
“Y-Yes I just really have to go to the bathroom, I will be back in a minute…” he replied as he stood up from his seat.
On his trembling legs ,he somehow walked up to the teacher .
“M-Miss, may I go to the toilet…? he asked, rubbing his thigh together.
“No I can’t let you go in between the lectures…there are only 5 minutes left…can’t you even wait that long? Go back to your seat..” she replied, as she continued scribbling on the board.
That was a rather harsh reply from someone who adored Duke for his academic prowess. Miss Patricia was his favorite and he knew she liked him too but why was she acting so tough to him?
“P-Please mam…its very urgent…” Duke couldn’t help his voice from shaking. He slightly bobbed on his crossed knees , his exhausted body begging for a positive response.
“I said NO Duke…” she turned around to look at him with glaring eyes, he was disturbing her class and she wasn’t liking it one bit.
He felt embarrassed to have been refused to use the toilets in front of the whole class. He wished she would’ve understood of his pressing need.
With his face bent down he took small painful steps back to his seat not even daring to look his classmates in the eye.
“5 more minutes Duke…don’t worry…it’s gonna be fine …you can hold it for 5 more minutes..” he told himself. It was not too long but when you are bursting for the toilets even 5 minutes seem like eternity.
He stopped taking notes and focused his entire energy in keeping his pee in. He grabbed his crotch in desperation and waited for the lecture to get over.
When the bell finally rang Duke’s face brightened with hope. He was gonna make it! He hurriedly stuffed his note book in his bag , two strapped it on his back and sped out of the class not even bothering to wait for the teacher to make her exit first. He wasn’t in the position to wait for anyone, he seriously had to pee.
This was for the first time that Duke hadn’t been able to understand a thing during the Physics lecture. For the entire class, all what he could think about was how much he had to urinate.
Taking small baby steps across the hallway filled with a sea of students making their way out of the classes , Duke was stealing himself from grabbing his crotch. Each step sent waves of agony across his swollen bladder. Oh there was so much pressure, he couldn’t wait to let it all out.
When he finally reached the toilets at the end of the corridor , his heart sank to see that they were still locked. The peon hadn’t opened them yet. He came so close to loosing control at that very moment but somehow controlled himself.
His bus would have left in a few minutes and Duke was standing in front of the boy’s toilet squirming and wincing in pain.
He was not in a position to take a 70 minute long ride back home while holding a precariously full bladder.
“Why hadn’t they opened the loos yet?” he thought in frustration as he shoved his hands in his crotch. He was about to cry but held back his tears somehow. At least there weren’t any other students to watch him dance in agony.
He looked at his wrist watch , it was 4 :16. His bus was to leave in 4 minutes , he had to think of something before it was too late.
Duke was literally shaking with the effort to hold his pee. He had never held it this long before , he had to pee so much.
He knew it was time and that he had to board his bus or else he was gonna miss it ,again.
Duke was sure he won’t be able to make it home without having an accident but there was no other option. He rested a hand on his bloated bladder and made his way to the bus.
He was so sure he’d get to pee after the class ended but here he was, about to take a long ride back home while nursing a bladder that had reached its absolute limit.
On the bus, Duke carefully chose a front seat and sat down. This would have helped him make a quicker exit when his stop arrived .
He crossed his legs and looked out of the window, trying to take his mind off his severe need. His body was vibrating as he fought an intense battle against his bladder.
Had he been home , he would have used the loos hours ago. If he’d have been on a road trip with his parents, he’d have asked his dad to stop the car right away so he could take a pee by the roadside. He had never been so desperate in his entire life.
He took out his mobile phone from his bag and plugged the earphones to it. He thought if he’d listen to some music maybe it would help him take his mind off his pressing need.
30 minutes into the ride, Duke couldn’t stop fidgeting on his seat. The music wasn’t helping at all. He was really worried now, he didn’t want to wet himself in front of his school mates.
He took deeper breathes, trying to calm himself down but it wasn’t helping. Duke was panicking, he was so close.
He opened his belt and pulled the waist band of his trousers away from his bladder. This was all he could do to ease the bursting pressure and pain in his bladder.
The guy sitting next him noticed what he was doing but chose to ignore.
Duke’s body continued to shake as he tried to hold on to his pee. Just then he felt a quick spurt of urine escape into his underwear. He covered his mouth to avoid himself from squealing . He grabbed his crotch with the other hand to maintain control, not bothering about the guy sitting next to him. To his luck there was no visible wet patch on his pants, atleast not yet.
He desperately looked out of the window to see how far he was from home .By his calculations ,he knew it would take him roughly around 10 more minutes to get there.
10 minutes was too much for him , but he had hold it. He had thought he would wet himself in the bus but he had somehow managed to cover a major portion of the journey without letting anything out ,except a leak.
Duke knew he could do it, he just could not let himself loose control after coming so far.
As the bus pulled over at his stop, Duke quickly stood up from his seat to climb out, sending waves of urine crashing against the walls of his bladder.
He was now just a two minute walk away from the toilets at his home.
He stepped out of the bus , grabbed his crotch with all his might and walked with rigid steps.
He crossed the road without caring about the heavy traffic , he didn’t have much time left time in his hands.
Making it to the lobby of his apartment building, Duke prepared himself to climb the stairs to reach his place on the third floor.
Duke had always been the one to enthusiastically climb the stairs ,sighting that it was good for their health , when his father would complain about not having an elevator in their building. But today he wished there was an elevator to take him home quicker so he could get to pee as soon as possible.
He held the wall for support as he climbed the stairs with staggering steps. The strain it caused his bladder was unbearable but he willed himself to hold on. Duke was so was glad that he was going to make it.
He was so sure that he would wet himself in the bus but he was able to suppress his need, he had won.
He made it to his floor somehow, his pee right on the edge of shooting out uncontrollably. He didn’t dare remove his hand from his crotch, even the slightest relaxation at this point would have caused him to loose control.
Duke pressed the doorbell, expecting his mom to open the door. It was then that he recalled that the door bell was broken.
He quickly slid a hand into his pocket and retrieved his phone to dial his mom’s number.
“Pick up…pick up… mom …where are you?!” he breathed, gulping a lump in his throat as he continued to slightly bounce on his bent knees. Kathy didn’t pick up.He tried again.
His face frowned as another call went by unanswered. He was so close to the toilets and the relief he so desperately wanted but his mom wasn’t opening the door!
Duke banged the door in desperation, leaning on to it , he had to pee so much. “Mom! Please open the door!” he wailed.
In one last ditch effort he called her again, hoping she would reply and this time, she did.
“Hey honey where are you? “ she asked.
“Mom! Open the door quick! Please! I have to go to the bathroom!” Duke cried out , his hand shaking as he held the phone to his ear.
Kathy was shaken when she heard this. In one quick motion she hung up the call , threw her phone on the bed and ran to open the door.
Her son wanted to go the bathroom so badly and it was because of her that he was still standing out. She cursed herself for not being more attentive . She knew the door bell was broken , she shouldn’t have kept her phone on silent.
She paced across the hall ,reaching the door and unlocking it the instant she got there, to find Duke standing out ,withering in desperation.
She noticed the big wet patch on his crotch. He had been involuntarily letting out small spurts of pee into his underwear while he was waiting for her to unlock the door.
Her eyes widened, “I am so sorry honey…” she sighed as Duke rushed past her.
He didn’t have any time to listen to his mother ,he had to pee, RIGHT NOW!
Duke hobbled across the hall ,grabbing his crotch. He could see the toilets, he was just a few feet away!
But the pressure in his bladder had grown too much by then and his deliriously tired body completely gave out.
He froze as a hot torrent of urine started soaking his pants and running down his trembling legs. Duke tried to stop the flow but his body refused to obey.
He was having an accident.
“Oh no….” Kathy sighed as she saw a puddle beneath her son’s feet.
As he heard these words from his mother, tears rolled down Duke’s eyes.
Kathy knew it was her fault. She knew Duke could have made it to the toilets if she would’ve opened the door even seconds earlier. She felt so guilty, she almost felt like hitting herself.
Duke broke into gasping sobs as pee continued to rush out of him.
He felt so embarrassed to feel so much urine coming out of him, while he stood in front of his mother.
He had fought such a rigorous battle against his need and lost.
Kathy covered her mouth in horror as she saw Duke’s puddle expand at an astounding rate.
She didn’t want to think about how long he must have been holding it to have an accident so big.
After almost three minutes , his stream of pee finally slowed down. He had soaked every inch of his pants below his crotch.
Humiliated at his accident, Duke ran and locked himself inside his room, leaving wet foot prints behind.
He removed his wet pants to find that his underwear was completely drenched. His tucked in shirt had also absorbed a considerable amount of his urine, he felt so ashamed of himself.
He went for a shower , but even all that water wasn’t enough to wash off his disgust. He cried as water poured down his face.
Kathy was shocked at the enormous pool of pee that Duke had left on the floor. She couldn’t believe that her son was holding so much.
She broke down on the couch behind her, shocked at what she had just witnessed. But she gathered herself quickly , she knew she had to talk to him.
It took her a while to clean the floor before she knocked on Duke’s door.
“Honey.. can I come in?” Kathy said.
Duke opened the door and climbed back on his bed. Kathy noticed that he had changed his clothes.
“Are you okay sweetie?” she asked in light tone, holding his knee.
“Ya…” he answered looking down to his lap.
“I am sorry honey. I know it was my fault…” she said.
“It’s okay.. “ he responded , his voice still heavy.
Kathy looked at his dull face and asked rather cautiously, “Aren’t you using the loos at school honey?”
She knew this was a delicate question, but Duke’s massive accident was really making her worried.
“I do whenever I get a chance, but today I couldn’t..” he replied. He broke down in tears as he spoke, there was no confidence left in him.
All he wanted to do was hide at some place where no one could find him. He didn’t want to face anyone, not even his mom.
“Calm down baby…just breath….” she said, rubbing Duke’s back, “Do you wanna have lunch? I made your favorite…” she smiled, trying to cheer him up.
“No…” he answered, tears still rolling down his cheeks. He just couldn’t stop crying.
Kathy made sure she sat by his side till he felt any better.
She left when he stopped sobbing , she somehow knew he had to sleep.
Later that night when Peter came back home from the office, Kathy took him to the kitchen.
The frowned look on his wife’s face made him anxious,”What’s the matter is everything okay?” he asked.
“Duke wet himself today after he came back from school…” Kathy said “…he was standing out calling on my cell phone and I didn’t see it , he had to pee so badly…he kept calling and by the time I noticed and opened the door , it was too late . He had a huge accident all over the floor…it’s all my fault” she said looking away.
Peter was relieved to know nothing drastic had happened in his absence. He held Kathy by her shoulder and said, “It wasn’t your fault honey…it’s okay.”
“There was so much urine, I didn’t want to see him like that…” she said, she felt so disturbed.
“It’s okay darling… where is he? Is he sleeping?” Peter asked.
“Yes maybe, he hasn’t come out since then…” she replied.
Duke heard a knock on his door, “May I come in?” Peter asked as he opened it slightly.
Duke knew what his father had come to talk about.
“Hey champ! Wanna go, catch a movie?” he asked. He didn’t refer to anything what Kathy had told him about, he didn’t want to make the young guy feel any more embarrassed.
“No dad I’m fine..”
Although Duke initially refused, he eventually gave into his father’s repeated mocking and the three of them went to watch a movie that night.
During their entire outing, Duke couldn’t help but think of the accident he had earlier that day. He felt so shaken from within but he knew he had to move on.
It took him a while to forget about the incident but it only strengthened him as an individual.
From then on he made sure not to drink too much water at school. There were certain instances where he felt desperate to pee but was able to make to a toilet before the matters took a turn for the worse.
And as far as dreams are concerned, he did become a Quantum Physicist. |
Hey guys, just finished up part one to a story I thought of, still new to writing as a whole, and new being part of online communities and general. Let me know what you think, I strive off feedback and want to create the best I can offer, rip me a new ass hole if you must, I can take it.
And with that being said, here is part one of my story
"God damn it." Kate sat in her desk as her admirable Mr. Salve graded eloquently pieced together essays over the enticing tale of Moby Dick. "God damn it." Kate loved her Literature class, it's so cliche, the smell of coffee, the jazzy soul patches, the girls who tried to hard to seem liberal. Literature class. "God damn it." Kate adored her class, the information and material was a breeze, she loved reading, she could be engrossed in far away lands, and intense crime scenes all day every day if it was acceptable. She was out of place though, she was cute, she had charm, except she lacked the passion the others had, so soulful when they discuss the true meaning of Seamus Heany's sheet folding, in his beautiful sonnet that Kate, a real poet (A diary counts right) can't understand. It drives her crazy, it's the only group of words she couldn't figure every intricate detail out in. "God damn it." she scatter brained, her need to pee was getting bad. First she got lost in her third reading of Catcher in the Rye, first time for an actual class. And now she remained distracted by a mind that can never rest. When she snapped to all she could think was "God damn it"
She's never felt such an awful feeling, her bladder was even bulging over the front of her skirt, her blue panties were concealed well. She was modest, quiet, and a listener. Any man would dream of someone so mild that they can prance around, her one and only thought that she was sure of. Right now she was unsure of her control, she thought she felt her panties dampen a little, sweat maybe? Surely she wasn't excited? "Fuck" She whispered to herself. She was in the middle of a class room with people who barely know her name, turned on maybe, and on the verge of wetting herself. She remember the other day she had saw a toddler in the store, he had wet himself, everyone pitied the boy. Maybe, just maybe they'll pity her, not ridicule. But more than likely they’ll laugh at her, her rare important even less valuable, who cares what a baby has to say.
“Kate” Mr Salve was beckoning for her attention, he knew something was wrong, she always had her nose in a book, when she didn’t, she examined closely with both her ears, and eyes. Mr. Salve noticed the lack of either going on with Kate. “Is everything okay?”
“Y-yes, I uh, I was just contemplating,” Kate stammered through, she was intimidated by just how much her professor knew about books. “Salinger’s use of uh, um,”
“Kate would you mind seeing me in the hall” Mr. Salve interjected, he felt sorry for her, so bright and yet so timid.
Kate begin to stand, the pressure was starting to get too much, her face was flushed from Mr. Salve’s calling out on her racing mind, all she could think about was how much she had to pee, and how awful sitting in a pool of her own urine, as it slowly grew and grew, and rose up her nice supple ass, and how much she would be grossed out by this. At least, that’s what she figured, but she was starting to second guess herself, maybe it’d be kind of hot. Sure they’d laugh, and she’d look like a toddler, hell, someone might even take a picture, but Kate felt in her gut, that she could brave that if this meant having a week’s worth of fun. She was disgusted with herself.
The pain grew as she stood, she whimpered a little, which caught the attention of the rest of the room, she decided right then and there, she was going to piss herself, in front of everyone. The timid girl, the one so shy, she had found the one thing she started feeling sure of, and she owned it. Her blue panties were already stained with her own self, she let her bladder relax, a few yellow droplets formed on the outside of her panties, she pushed her hands in her crotch. Now everyone was interested, they all watched Kate, anticipating what was about to happen.
For Kate, her brain was going in so many directions, she realized what she was doing, she was both terrified and horribly turned on. It was too much, as tears started streaming down her face, a stream of urine pushed its way through the threading of her underwear, her had jammed her crotch forced the denim skirt to soak up some of it. One spurt of pee, multiple tears, the worst came when “Holy shit” was whispered, and “Why didn’t she go sooner” the tears became so much more intense, she fell backwards in sobs on the floor, the earlier jet was now like a constant trickle, and soon a fully river of release. Her butt was now in the middle of a puddle, she sat as it grew in size. Kate cried and cried, she just pissed herself. Why? Because she was horny and found something new. Everyone fixed stare was focused, right in the middle of the room.
Kate, still peeing, and still crying grabbed the table top of her desk and pulled herself up, where she walked slowly to the doorway, her skirt soaked, her panties ruined, she slowly turned the handle to the door, and left the room, she didn’t know where to go, her stream was slowly dying down, and she had no clothes anywhere, she could only go to the nurse's office. And that’s where her pissy self went, straight down the “Goddamn hall” to the “Goddamn” nurse’s. |
This isn't the usual type of story I write, but I figured once I was finished I should probably share. Hopefully you enjoy!
Elsa had to pee.
And for the Queen of Arendelle, this often turned out to be a problem when she was stuck performing her royal duties. Today was no exception: It was Elsa's birthday, and she was hosting a party to celebrate.
She was stuck in the courtyard at the moment and with the sun setting over the fjord, she and her guests were enjoying a gentle spring breeze which brought with it the delicate aroma of budding flowers and melting snow. Elsa was standing next to one of the fountains, probably the worst possible place for her to have been standing in her current predicament. She was wearing a new dress that had been gifted to her by a Prince she was fairly certain had ulterior motives to get in her good graces. It was a warmer outfit than she was normally comfortable with, but she had decided to forgo her usual icy attire in favour of showing gratitude for the lovely gift. It was best to stay on good footing when it came to neighbouring royalty.
She'd tried to get away from the fountain, of course, and back into the castle where she could find quick relief, but the young queen had had no luck. She was the centre of attention on this fine evening, which meant absolutely everybody wanted to talk to her. After one guest took their leave from her she could only ever make it a couple steps before someone else stopped her to give her their best wishes. She prided herself in remaining as regal as possible, smiling and thanking her guests while idly engaging in small talk so as not to appear unwelcoming. It was excruciating.
Currently she was engaged in conversation with the Lady Anita of Homesfront, who was tall, slender, and much too old to have a ten-year-old son, despite the evidence standing next to her. The boy seemed far less interested in the conversation taking place than his mother did, and Elsa couldn't blame him. Had she ever been allowed to go to a party like this when she was his age she probably would have been bored silly as well. But after freezing her entire kingdom less than one year previously, Elsa had a reputation to build, and that reputation hinged on absolutely all of her public appearances being flawless. That, unfortunately, included her not disappearing in the middle of a conversation at her own birthday party.
"These fountains are absolutely gorgeous," Lady Anita drawled. Elsa cringed internally at the mention of the gushing fountain next to her, but outwardly she smiled.
"They are, aren't they? My grandfather commissioned them for my parent's wedding. You know how parents can be about their kids, of course. Everything has to be perfect." Elsa was currently thanking her past self for deciding to wear a dress that covered so much of her lower body so effectively. The heavy layers allowed her to press her thighs tightly together while her bladder gave an angry spasm, and she was almost positive no one could tell she was doing it. If only this conversation could end so she could make another attempt to inch her way back inside the castle.
"Oh, I know perfectly well. I would do anything for young Frans here," the other woman said, patting her son on the head. The boy seemed to jerk out of some kind of daydream, his gaze darting quickly around before resting on Elsa. She smiled at him and he blushed furiously. "As a matter of fact, he wanted nothing more than to come to this party when he saw that I had received an invite. Between you and me, your majesty," Lady Anita lowered her voice, though not enough that her son couldn't hear her. Even so, Elsa had to lean over slightly to keep up the appearance of secrecy. "Between you and me, I think he just wanted to see the lovely Queen Elsa in person."
"Mo-om," Frans said, his face turning an even brighter shade of red. Elsa thought it was adorable but she should have known it was too good to be true.
"If it's not too much to ask, your highness, I was rather hoping you might be able to show him just a touch of magic. I think it would really make him happy."
Her smile faded. Of course the boy was only curious about her magic. She wondered how many people at the party were only there because they found her to be some kind of novelty. Elsa's heart constricted, but she quickly crushed any negative thoughts on the matter. It was much better to be considered a novelty than a monster. Outwardly, she tried not to appear too upset by the notion. "I'm not sure now is really the best time," she said finally.
"Oh, it doesn't need to be much. With these lovely fountains so close at hand, I'm sure there's something you could do for the boy."
Those damned fountains. Those beautiful, ornate, distracting, excruciatingly liquid fountains. Suddenly Elsa's fears of performing her ice magic dissolved as she felt the water in her bladder press urgently for freedom. She tensed and managed to stop herself from leaking, but it took far too much restraint. The fountains needed to go.
"Well, I suppose..." Elsa said, straightening herself as much as she dared. Frans' eyes grew wide when he realised he was getting his wish. Elsa sent him a quick wink to throw him off guard before she waved her hand in the direction of the fountain behind her. It froze instantly, in the most beautiful pattern of spirals she had managed yet.
The party stilled.
The fear in Elsa's heart began to grow again, but she knew better than to let it take hold. She had this situation under control. "Do you want me to do the other one too?" she asked the boy, loud enough for her other guests to hear as well. Frans nodded mutely. Elsa waved her hand towards the fountain across from them, which froze in a perfect mirror to its sister. The courtyard burst into applause.
"Oh thank you," Lady Anita gushed. "I'm sure this is all Frans will talk about for weeks. It was really very wonderful of you."
Elsa smiled and nodded her head. In reality, she was just relieved not to have the sound of pouring water drilling itself into her head. She still had to pee terribly, but at least it was a little more bearable.
After bidding each other farewell, Elsa made another attempt to leave the courtyard, but only managed one step this time.
"Elsa!" someone cried, stopping her in her path. She knew that voice, and turned to see her sister rushing towards her with a smile that rivalled even the joviality of the sun. Elsa returned the smile as her sister slid to a stop next to her. Elsa shifted her weight uncomfortably as Anna quickly caught her breath.
"This party is a lot of fun! Kristoff and I were just dancing when we saw you do that fountain thing. I think you just made that boy's day!" Anna's enthusiasm was endearing, but Elsa had more pressing matters at hand.
"That's wonderful Anna, but I really-"
Anna gasped. "You should come and dance with us!"
Elsa rolled her eyes. "You know I don't dance," she said.
"It's your birthday! At least give it a try?"
"I would, really, but-"
"Pleeeaaase?" Anna was turning those sad puppy eyes on her again and it was all Elsa could do not to swoop her little sister in a loving hug. Instead, Elsa stared at Anna, weighing her options.
There was absolutely no chance Elsa was going to go dance, but she could at least be upfront with her sister about why. Anna trusted her, so there was no need for this ridiculous pretence of the perfect queen. She could drop her act for now.
"Well?" Anna asked.
"Anna, I need to slip inside real quick," Elsa finally said. Damn, it was harder to drop the act than she had originally thought.
"Why?"
No more excuses. She stepped slightly closer to her sister and leaned in. "I've had to pee all evening. It's harder than you would think to try and slip back into the castle."
Elsa thought it was impossible, but Anna's eyes grew wider. "Oooohh..." Anna cast a critical gaze over her sister while Elsa smiled sheepishly. "It can't be that hard. Here, how about I just walk you back to the castle then?"
Elsa sighed in relief. She and her sister started walking towards the door, but once again she was stopped. "Your highness, I just wanted to congratulate you!"
On what? Elsa thought, as her bladder positively screamed. Staying alive another year? Big accomplishment. Instead she smiled and turned towards the owner of the voice. "Lord Hugo," she said, giving a slight bow of her head. "I'm glad you could make it." She glanced sidelong at Anna, who was casting her a sympathetic look.
Over the next little while Anna tried to help Elsa slip away, but to no avail. Anna tried stopping guests to chat before they could make it to her sister, but of course there was always someone else to slip in and replace them while Anna was preoccupied. They tried making it seem like the sisters were engaged in discussion as they walked towards the castle, but it seemed the chatter of two sisters was not holy enough to warrant freedom from interruption. By the time dinner was called for, Elsa was curling her toes and shifting her weight in a probably obvious fashion while she chatted. She spurted a couple of times, but she was lucky enough that nothing was running down her legs.
Yet.
She couldn't even slip away as they headed inside for dinner, because the young Prince who had gifted her her new dress insisted on walking her inside himself.
As she sat at the head of the banquet hall Elsa wasn't sure how much more she could take. She absolutely couldn't leave now. Not in the middle of dinner. Besides, people were still talking to her. She crossed her legs under the table as discreetly as she could and clenched her thighs to stave off another wave of desperation. Elsa became painfully aware of the fact that she wasn't nearly as stable as she wanted to be in this situation when she tried to pick up her fork and instead coated it in a layer of frost. She laughed, somewhat embarrassed, as the woman sitting next to her stared in shock. Elsa quickly put the fork down and flagged down a servant to discreetly bring her a pair of gloves. From her other side, Anna smiled reassuringly.
But it didn't make things any easier. Elsa avoided her drink as much as she could, but when she was served a course of soup she had no choice but to partake or otherwise seem ungrateful. By then, she wasn't only crossing her legs, but her ankles as well. During the next course, she spurted heavily, the spray dampening the fabric she was sitting on. She only hoped that the thick layers of her dress were enough to keep it from seeping through and couldn't even begin to imagine how she would make it all the way to desert.
Periodically her hand would make its way under the table to rub her thigh or grip the fabric of her dress in desperation. Every once and a while Anna's hand would pat her on the leg in what was probably supposed to be a reassuring gesture. You can do it, Anna's gaze said, every time the sisters made eye contact. And Elsa kept up the pretence, and she smiled, and she chatted.
The meal started to wind down and guests began to finally leave. By that point Elsa was grinding her heal into the floor. Her hand had made permanent residence in her lap as it held her dress in a death grip. There was a distinctly damp spot under Elsa's bum that she still prayed wasn't going to be visible when she stood up. If she could stand up that was. Her bladder throbbed painfully and Elsa groaned inwardly, wanting nothing more than to curl up and slam her head repeatedly against the table and to pee! Oh she wanted to pee so bad! But instead she continued to chat with the kind prince who was sitting a few seats down from her, her voice sounded obviously strained to her, but with any luck it wasn't as noticeable to the guests.
Anna didn't leave her side, even when Kristoff bid them a goodnight.
Finally the last guest left the banquet hall and the moment the door closed behind him Elsa groaned audibly and leaned her free arm heavily on the table in front of her. She bowed her head and clenched her eyes tightly as her bladder took her newfound freedom as a sign to spurt some more against the fabric of her dress. There was some desperate clenching and foot tapping and what was probably a very obvious seated pee-pee dance, but Elsa managed to stem the flow. She felt Anna put her hand on her back as she rubbed it in a comforting manner. "Are you okay?" the sister asked.
The only response Elsa gave was a quick shake of her head since her eyes were still closed and she was still tense as a rock. There was a slight layer of frost forming on the table under her arm, but Elsa didn't care. She was done with the whole public appearance thing and the only one present was Anna, who hummed in concern. Now she just had to figure out how to get herself to a toilet so she could find sweet, sweet release. Elsa groaned again and thumped her arm against the table, a small flurry of snow erupting from the impact. She didn't know if she was going to make it.
Anna got up from her chair and stood close to her sister. "Okay," she said, placing one hand on either of Elsa's arms. Anna's hands gripped her arms firmly and Elsa took strength from her sister. She opened her eyes and took a deep breath. "How about you try and stand up. Can you manage that?"
Elsa shifted a little, testing the movement. "I don't think so," she said in a strained voice. She groaned again. "Anna, what am I going to do? I can't wet myself in the banquet hall. What will the servants think?"
Anna rubbed her sister's arms reassuringly. "You can do it!" she said. "The first step is just standing up. Come on Elsa, it's easy!"
With Anna's support, Elsa managed to slowly get to her feet. The moment her butt left the chair, her bladder let out such a strong stream of urine that the hiss of her peeing filled the room and Anna stilled. Elsa clenched harder than she had all night and the streamed slowed to a trickle before stopping completely. That one was definitely running down her legs. Once she was standing completely, Elsa glanced down at her chair. Nothing visible. This dress was impressively thick.
But Elsa was shaking, and now Anna was trying to get her to walk. Walking was going to involved uncrossing her legs, which Elsa was almost positive she wasn't going to be able to manage civilly.
"Elsa, it's okay. Let's just try to make it to the door."
With the first step she started to trickle gently. No amount of squeezing her thighs was stopping it and Elsa found herself beginning to panic. But Anna urged her forward towards the door and they were actually making progress.
The trickling was getting worse. "Anna..."
"It's okay Elsa, just keep going."
The fact that she was going was exactly the problem. A couple more steps and they were close to the wall. Elsa wasn't sure if she could call what she was doing trickling anymore. She could feel liquid going down her calf, and when she felt it dampen her foot she had to stop. She was going to leave footprints.
"Anna, I can't-"
"We're almost at the door, don't worry. Toilet's not far."
But it was too late. The trickle turned into uneven spurts that Elsa couldn't control. Each one was euphoric for the trembling queen as she felt her muscles giving way. She kept trying to clamp down on the liquid spraying out of her, but it was no use. Elsa was full on peeing and there was nothing she could do.
She gave into the sensation, closing her eyes and collapsing forward slightly into Anna's arms with a groan. She just felt so damn relieved and as she sighed Elsa could have sworn she was melting. The room was certainly getting warmer.
Urine was pouring down her legs, across her trembling knees and splashing onto the floor beneath Elsa's dress. The sensation of her bladder emptying was just too good for the Snow Queen and somewhere in the depths of her mind she knew rivulets of liquid were snaking their way off of her legs and wetting the inside of her skirts instead of making it to the floor. She didn't care.
To her credit, Anna held her sister supportively as Elsa let loose an ocean of pent up urine onto the floor. Elsa didn't know what Anna was thinking, and frankly, as she peed, she didn't care. There was only one sensation present to her in that moment.
It was a while before her stream began to die down. The room was silent but for the pattering of urine pouring onto the floor under her dress. It was then that the queen noticed Anna had hiked up the hem of Elsa's long skirts to prevent them from drooping into the puddle she was making on the floor. Anna's dress was luckily not long enough for this to be a problem for her, and it touched Elsa that her sister cared enough to think ahead while Elsa was blissfully unaware of her surroundings.
Finally, she stopped peeing. The sisters stood in shocked silence as the last of Elsa's urine dribbled into the massive puddle beneath them. It was starting to sink in exactly what Elsa had just done and she felt a blush creep up her neck. "Oh dear," she managed meekly.
"Wow," was all Anna said. "That's, um..."
"I can't believe I just did that," Elsa said, as she let her head fall against her sister, burying her face in Anna's shoulder. "Is it visible on the dress?" her muffled voice asked. The inside was certainly soaked, but with any luck...
Anna was still holding onto Elsa's skirts and she twisted them around, leaning over to check the back as well. "It looks fine," she said. "Hey, with any luck, nobody will know it was you."
Elsa stood up straighter and looked at her sister. She was beginning to notice just how much warmer the room had gotten, and it occurred to her that Anna had stood by her even as her desperation froze the very air she was breathing. She wondered if she had made things uncomfortable at all for the guests when she had been trying to very much to hide just how desperate she was, but decided it was best not to dwell on it. She looked down instead.
"Anna... my skirts are wet on the inside. Very wet. Somebody is going to have to clean them. And we're both standing in a puddle. We're going to leave footprints."
Anna let Elsa take over holding up the skirts, stroking her chin. "Okay... I can see how that evidence might possibly lead to you." She seemed to get lost in thought. "Unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Come over here," Anna said, as she pulled her sister over to the edge of the puddle. "Now freeze the inside of your dress so it stops dripping."
Elsa wasn't sure where she was going with this. "Anna..."
Anna smiled reassuringly. "Trust me. The cold never bothered you anyway, right?"
Elsa sighed and did as she was told.
Anna lifted a foot. "Now freeze my shoe."
Freeze her shoe? What was Anna... oh. "Promise me you won't slip and hurt yourself."
"I promise."
Elsa froze Anna's shoe and the young princess stepped out of the puddle. Then Elsa froze her other shoe and followed up by freezing her own feet as they freed themselves from the damning evidence beneath them.
And they didn't leave footprints.
Anna then grabbed her sister by the arm and dragged her outside, waving pleasantly at a guard in the hall before they literally slipped back out into the courtyard. Elsa was embarrassed at first, but realised quickly that with the thick fabric of her dress hiding the accident, the guard wouldn't be able to tell anything was amiss. The courtyard was blissfully empty.
And then Anna was climbing onto the ledge of one of the fountains and pulling Elsa up with her. The queen stood there next to her sister and sighed. "Okay, now what?" Anna pushed her into the water. Elsa screamed and managed to grab a hold of Anna's arm before the two of them fell into the fountain. In Elsa's panicked state, she felt the water around her freeze solid, trapping them in its frigid embrace. It was then that she realised what her sister had done for her as she heard the guards rushing into the courtyard to help them. Now Anna was shivering and Elsa felt terrible.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that," she said, thawing the water around them. She hugged Anna and rubbed her arms to try and warm her up, but of course making things warmer was never something Elsa was really good at.
"Queen Elsa, Princess Anna, are you alright?" One of the guards asked as they stopped in front of the fountain.
"We're fine," Elsa said. "Though I think Anna might need a warm fire started in her room."
"What happened?"
Anna opened her mouth to reply but Elsa interrupted before the princess could get a word in. "Anna was playing on the edge of the fountain and I was worried she would fall in so I tried to get her down. She slipped and I was pulled in with her."
The guards were silent.
"Don't worry," Elsa said. "Nobody's trying to assassinate me." Anna giggled. The guards helped them out of the fountain and escorted the royal sisters back to their respective rooms. As they walked Elsa smiled at her sister in thanks.
Knowing that Anna would be there for her no matter what? Now that was the best birthday present a Snow Queen could ask for. |
Hi everyone. This will be my first attempt at writing fiction, so go easy on me . Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction and any relationship to reality is purely coincidence.
WARNING : Contains MESSING, albeit relatively tame
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Preethi, a college student in Mysore, was waiting expectantly for the bell to ring, as it blared,she got up, relieved. Preethi had just finished her second last class of the day, and she was exhausted. She stepped out of the class with her friend Lakshmi to head to the washroom to freshen up. Half way there however, the bell blared, and Preethi had to stop, dejectedly, and turn back to class. The outfit, as I may have mentioned before, for girls in Indian colleges is:
Not having washed her face, Preethi's exhaustion got the better of her and she began to doze off, sleeping for the better half of the class. She woke up just under 5 minuted before the end of the lesson, and tried her best to look attentive despite the drooping of her eyelids. Finally, after a seeming eternity, the bell rang, and Preethi got up and went to talk to Lakshmi. They talked for about 10 minutes or so, then said goodbye and turned to leave. To their surprise, they saw their classmates flocking back into the class, followed by a stern English professor. Upon asking one of her classmates as to what was happening, Preethi got the answer that owing to this class's bad grades in English,the teacher had taken an extra hour of classes.
Now, apart from feeling bored, Preethi began to feel a twinge in her abdomen, a slight contraction of the bladder muscles; nothing serious but rather uncomfortable nonetheless. About 30 minutes into the class however, the need intensified considerably. Legs tightly pressed together, Preethi tried to remember the last time that she had gone to the bathroom. She couldn't. After substantial effort, she remembered stopping by the toilets on her way to classes in the morning, a flask of water and two buttermilks ago. She squirmed silently in her seat and when the bell rang, she got up and went over to Lakshmi.
Lakshmi was a year or so younger to Preethi, and was a fair bit chubbier, but still undeniably good looking. She wore a saree (another accepted form of clothing) and would look a lot like :
Preethi approached Lakshmi, but before she could say anything to inform Lakshmi of her plight, Lakshmi said,
"Sorry, but I've really got to visit the toilets, I've been waiting since lunch", she said with a nervous giggle softly. Preethi just nodded her head and tagged along behind the almost jogging Lakshmi in front of her. They walked to the other side of the large block and climbed up to the top floor where the toilets were, only to see that the Ladies toilet was locked firmly with a large iron bolt. Lakshmi almost doubled over, but regained her composure quickly. Looking around, she saw the men's bathroom door, wide open, just next to the locked Ladies stall.
"Wait here," Lakshmi said, and, feet shuffling in her place, gave her handbag to Preethi, and dashed inside of the Men's toilet. Preethi was sorely tempted to do the same, the pain in her abdomen growing ever more prominent. About 20 seconds later, she was about to go in, when Lakshmi came out, a look of relief lighting up her face.
"My God, it stinks in there, and don't even get me started on the cleanliness, ugh!!", said Lakshmi.
Preethi was in two minds as to whether or not to tell Lakshmi that she too had to relieve herself. It would be embarrassing, but, would alleviate her bladder's aching. She turned to Lakshmi and said,
"Hey..", but trailed off abruptly, as she saw Krishna, the hottest guy in her class, stroll into the men's washroom.
"What", Lakshmi asked, turning around.
"Oh, nothing.", said Preethi, already starting to walk away.
She exited with Lakshmi, strolling out of the block and towards the bus stop to catch the ride home. After 15 minutes of walking, they arrived at the bus station. As they were walking in, Lakshmi's bus was slowly leaving the station. Lakshmi shouted a goodbye to Preethi, and chased the slowly accelerating bus, hopping in gracefully. Preethi was relieved and almost sprinted off to find a bathroom. She tapped the woman standing next to her and whispered,
"Alli ṭāyleṭ āgide ( Where is a toilet)?"
The lady grinned knowingly, and gestured to a large white wall that seemed to cordon off a certain area,with a small gap in the side allowing one to get through. Preethi, nodded her head gratefully, and dashed off to the wall, ducking through the small gap and came face to face with this:
Preethi's bladder shouted for relief, but this was too much she thought to herself, telling herself that she'd be able to wait till she made it back home. She stepped out of the enclosure just as a G6 (her bus), was departing. She sprinted after it without a second thought an jumped inside, bought a ticket, and stood, surrounded by a thronging sweaty horde of tired women. Jump to half an hour later, and Preethi's bladder was in agony.
Shuffling her feet and constantly changing her position was necessary for Preethi to maintain control over her rebelling bladder. From time to time, when nobody was looking, she even bent over and pressed her fist into her crotch. She was only now realizing the gravity of her mistake, there was no way she could wait for another 10 minutes, much less half an hour! As she stood there, thinking about her situation, the bus lurched and went over a speed bump. Preethi swung forward and instantly felt a short but pressurized squirt of liquid dampen her dark green underwear. She gasped softly out loud, causing a few of the women nearby to turn and look at her. She snuck her hand down to her crotch, gently touching the hem of her Salwa to see if the damage was visible. While nothing was visible on her legs, there was a large damp patch directly in between Preethi's legs. The bus lurched again and Preethi felt the dampness grow. At this point there was only one thought in her mind,
"I need to get off this bus NOW!!!"
The bus pulled in at the next stop and Preethi leapt off, dashing madly towards anything that even vaguely resembled a washroom.
She dashed inside the ladies section only to see a line of four stalls with padlocks bolting them shut, and one stall, with two women already fidgeting outside. The layout would look something like this:
Attempting to maintain her composure, she walked over to the women and stood behind them in line. The woman in front of her wore a saree and looked as if she had come from the nearby village. Her clothing style, coupled with her jewelry and the color of her skin seemed to say as much, although she was quite young, 19 at the oldest. It was probably a result of her being from a village, that she didn't appear to be fidgeting or worried at all. The woman at the front of the line however, wore jeans, and looked a lot like:
This lady was fidgeting a lot and looked extremely worried. Preethi tapped the lady in front of her and gesturing to the position in front of her,asked if she could cut in line. She was met with a curt nod and a head bob by the cute village girl who looked a lot like:
. Preethi eagerly cut in the queue and stood behind the lady in front; putting all of her effort into not soaking her kurti.
Preethi tapped the shoulder of the woman in front of her and gave a courteous smile. The lady in front said calmly, (despite the beads of sweat running down her cheek)
"What's your name?", in English, albeit quite accentuated.
"Preethi", she replied, struggling to control, "And you?"
"Aa ... Aankita", she said, stammering midway.
Preethi suddenly doubled over, folding in on her already tightly crossed legs, as another squirt of pee shot out from between her legs and streamed down her left leg, leaving a visible trail on the fabric as it went. Aankita obviously noticed this, as Preethi noticed Aankita looking at her legs before looking back quickly. Aankita quickly banged on the stall door and shouted,
"Karisma, hurry up!! There's three of us out here and we all really have to.."
Aankita's voice was cut off by a loud fart from inside the stall followed by a timid voice,
"Sorry Aankita, but I think.....", a loud splat reached our ears," I think I'll be a while...".
"We don't HAVE a while!!!", Aankita shouted, banging on the door. Suddenly she keeled over slightly, clutching her stomach.
"Uh, Aankita; are you okay", Preethi asked, though she knew the answer.
"Not really", said Aankita, her voice strained. "My roommate Karisma and I, we .... well we had some bad food in the PG for lunch. By the time we noticed, we saw that the restrooms had been closed for maintenance,a busted pipe or something...", Aankita moaned slightly and bent over,"...They told us it'd be done in forty minutes and so we thought we'd wait. By the time we realized we couldn't, it was late. We asked the heads of the PG where the nearest bathroom was and they directed us here, it's about a ten minute walk from our PG. I've made it till now but Karisma", she lowered her voice," She actually had kind of an accident on the way here. We stopped to ask a cop for directions and well..... it must have been having to stand still, but whatever it was, it didn't fare well for her."
"Oh..", Preethi said, unsure of what else to do, "I'm sorry.....", her voice trailed off.
"It's okay", Aankita continued in her strained voice, "What about you though, are you fine??"
"N..Not entirely..", Preethi stuttered, "I just really have to pee though.."
"Ah", said Aankita, looking at the trickle on Preethi's leg, "I can tell", she said with a half smile.
Suddenly, with no prior warning, the smile dissipated and a worried look covered Aankita's face. She clutched her stomach tighter as another wave of desperation hit. Bent over, she slammed her fist into the cubicle door twice with such strength Preethi jumped back in alarm.
"KARISMA!!!", Aankita shouted,"Open the door right now! Just take a pause, and hold it for half a minute, it's an emergency out here! I ca..can't.....", a loud wet fart crackled and Aankita's hand shot to her but, patting it, as if searching for signs of damage. "Karisma please", she lowered her voice,"Come out right now, it..it's coming.."
Preethi, despite her shuffling legs and her hand, which had been buried deep in her crotch for the last 5 minutes, couldn't hold off the tide forever. She fought her bladder for control but couldn't win completely. Another small spurt of piss escaped from between her dark pressed legs, soaking the fabric of her dark green panties. A soft sob cut through the air as Preethi nearly began to cry. She had never wet herself before, to the best of her recollection, and she most certainly didn't intend to start now. She pulled her hand out from between her thighs for just a second, and inspected her palm. It was wet, very wet. Droplets of urine trickled off of it onto the tiled floor below.
Aankita banged on the bathroom door once more, hand now tightly clasping her ass, and shouted,
"Hurry up!! What's taking you so long??!!"
A timid and embarrassed voice came from Karisma inside the stall,
" Well, i..it's kind of a m..mess in here", her voice quivered.
Aankita was not to be swayed, she banged relentlessly on the door, tears forming in her eyes and shouted tearfully,
"Please Karisma... Please!!!...." she yelled, on the verge of crying.
At that moment the stall door opened and Karisma stepped out. The smell was incredulously strong, and even the lady from the village gave a gentle cough. In stark contrast to Aankita, Karisma was clothed very traditionally, and stepped out of the bathroom looking just like this:
A split second before Karisma opened the door, another gush escaped from Preethi, much larger than any so far. She frantically managed to stem it's flow, if only for a moment, by bending over and placing both hands firmly between her legs, but it was to no avail. Another spurt came, and another spurt directly after that. Preethi was seconds away from full out wetting her Salwa Kameez.
The moment the door opened, Aankita dashed inside, followed by a sobbing Preethi, leaving a trail of piss droplets behind her. Aankita's own need far too urgent to care about anything else, saw Preethi enter the one toilet stall and just glanced away, frantically unbuckling the belt on her skin tight jeans. Preethi took this as a sign that no objection was present from Aankita's side to sharing a stall. Preethi frantically lifted up her Salwa, and began to untie her Kameez, even as pressurized spurts of piss shot out from her tight brown lips, streaming steadily down her kurti legs.
"Karisma really wasn't lying though", Preethi said gasping, trying to untie the knot, to Aankita, trying to take off her belt, "This stall is really a mess...". Preethi's eyes wandered furtively around the stall, and the toilet in particular:
"I wonder how bad that food was....." Preethi mused out loud, just as Aankita got her belt off and began to frantically yank her pants down over the firm curvature of her shapely ass . A split second later, a deafening continuous splat filled the air as Aankita literally exploded, unable to control her sphincter any longer. A large amount missed the toilet bowl, but Aankita deftly re positioned herself to a neat squat above the hole in the ground.
Within two seconds of Aankita removing her belt, Preethi managed to untie her kurti. As there was just enough room on the toilet for one of them, Preethi, without a second thought, yanked down her wet kurti along with her saturated panties, and, exposing her damp privates to the chilly winter air, squatted right where she was, right opposite Aankita, and stopped fighting her bladder. The moment that Preethi's panties were at her thighs, the dam broke. No more spurts and leaks, this was a full out flood. Preethi squatted on the floor embarrassed, unable to do anything as she drowned the floor in her piss, even getting some on Aankita's shoes. Aankita's face was also red and hung as she looked down at the ground in front of her and continued to violently evacuate her bowels.
The door shook and both heard Karisma shout:
"Hurry up, please... I told you I wasn't done, I really can't wait, GET OUT NOW!!"
Aankita shouted, "Wait one minute", and all was quiet except for the hiss of urine on tiles and Aankita's splatter on porcelain.
10 seconds later, and both were still performing their duties. Preethi's eyes moved slightly upwards, to the soiled panties stretched between Aankita's knees, pure white with a noticeably large brown smudge. Preethi felt a warmness growing in her extremities, and it wasn't just the pee. Within a minute, Preethi had finished peeing and Aankita was almost done
<or so she said>. Preethi stood up, and pulled her wet and clammy panties up, tightly over her crotch. Not wanting to expose the squatting Aankita to a stranger, lest they be waiting outside the door, Preethi turned her back and waited for Aankita to finish. Within a minute, the tell tale sound of water hitting porcelain informed Preethi that Aankita's need had been satisfied.
Aankita stood up, and removed her jeans entirely, taking off her soiled panties and leaving them in an undignified heap in the corner of the stall. She then put her jeans back on and tapped Preethi on the shoulder and gently whispered,
"You can turn around now.."
Preethi hesitantly turned around, but upon seeing Aankita fully clothed, she relaxed. Aankita moved in close to Preethi and seductively whispered into her ear,
"I saw you watching me, give me a call sometime and I'll give you something worth watching...."
Aankita's hand made its way up the inside of Preethi's inner thigh and grasped her pussy, squeezing it gently, as Preethi let out a sharp moan. Having never been exposed to such sexual excitement before, Preethi was on the verge of coming, every cell in her body was begging for it, every particle craving for release as she grasped Aankita's denim-clad ass. Aankita squeezed more, harder and harder; Preethi's eyes rolled back in her head in anticipation of climax, when a loud banging on the door interrupted them.
"OY!! It's Karisma, open the door now, da!! I really can't wait anymore!!".
Aankita pulled back, looked Preethi in the eyes playfully, tapped her crotch once and opened the stall door, and was almost knocked down by a charging Karisma barging in, the hem of he saree being dampened by the residual piss on the floor. Aankita and Preethi were awkwardly pushed out of the stall as the door was hastily slammed and latched behind them.
Aankita handed a torn sheet of paper with her phone number to Preethi and whispered,
"Call me..."
Karisma's splatter echoed in the hollow bathroom and both giggled slightly before going their separate ways. Preethi arrived home within an hour, and, after an unbelievably embarrassing conversation with her mother as to why her pants were wet and she was late, she made her way to her room.
She entered the room, slammed the door behind her, and already taking off her Salwa, rushed towards the bathroom and sat down on the toilet, naked. She spread her legs, once more exposing the dampness between her thighs to the chilly winter air, but this time, she had her fingers to warm it.
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A/N: Pokemon commission in the house.
It was a particularly busy day for the Mossdeep Gym Leaders, Liza and Tate. Really, most days were busy for them, but today was especially busy for the psychic twins. It seemed as if every trainer and their brother was looking to get their gym badge that day and every time they finished a battle, they hardly had time to restore their Pokemon before another trainer challenged them.
This would not be too problematic on its own, all things considered. They didn't mind they battling; they wouldn't have become gym leaders if they did, after all. And losing was not something they minded either, as that was part of the order of things. No, this normally would not be problematic, but such little time between battles left no time for any bathroom breaks and they were still young.
Both of them could feel their bladders filling, and to make matters worse, their telepathic connection allowed them to feel exactly how full the other's bladder was at the moment. It took a great deal of focus to shut off that connection and with their concentration on the battles, and maintaining control over their bladders were things got rough, they could not afford to waste any more focus.
And so they had to endure. The twins had to watch as trainers lined up and dread each and every battle that they had to face that day. At first, it was nothing; just a twinge of pain here or there that they could easily ignore, even when feeling it double due to their psychic connection.
But as time ticked by, the need grew and grew, leaving them both incredibly uncomfortable. It was, of course, still manageable, but their fear was increased as they felt fear for each other, then felt the other's fear. The double of their emotions always got confused, and it was sometimes hard to tell where a feeling had even originated from.
Eventually, it got to the point where the pressure was becoming unbearable. They both fidgeted in perfect unison, as they tried to conceal their growing desperation from their various opponents.
It seemed as though the twins would never get a break as they struggled to ignore the strong twinges in their bladder and the equally strong twinges in their sibling's bladder. They would both surely end up wetting themselves during a battle and ruin their reputations as gym leaders forever.
It was just as they were beginning to lose hope that they realized that there was only one trainer left waiting in the gym at the moment. As soon as they had given the badge to their most recent defeater and restored their Pokemon, they wold only have to suffer through one more battle before they could take their much needed break.
But as they finished dealing with the current trainer and the new one approached, they were overcome by a mutual sense of dread. Maybe it was the swimming trunks or maybe it was the hair that was dyed blue at the tips and gelled up to resemble waves, or perhaps it was the creepy t-shirt he wore, bearing the face of the Cerulean City gym leader, but anyone could tell that he was a water-type trainer from a mile away.
It wasn't uncommon for them to face off trainers with water types in their arsenal- though they rarely met anyone as extreme as him- considering that they both had Pokemon with a rock typing. But, naturally, that wasn't something they wanted to deal with when they were as desperate as they were. They had honestly considered themselves lucky that they hadn't faced a single water type since their predicament had gotten this severe.
It looked like they had jinxed themselves with that thought.
They delivered their standard challenge to the trainer, their voices a bit shakier than usual. They hoped that they would be able to tune out the rushing water that would be all around them as they battled (though perceiving it double would make that nearly impossible) and they hoped he was either tough enough to beat them quickly or weak enough to be defeated easily.
When he sent out his first two Pokemon, a Lapras and a Starmie, he soon revealed that he was neither of those things. He was not quite evenly matched with them, and yet not strong enough that the water attacks gave him the huge edge that they normally would. The battle would surely drag out for quite some time and the thought of that was torturous.
He had a full team of water Pokemon, as expected, and any time they managed to cause one of his to faint, he would just fill the gap with another one. All they could really focus on, however, was how each Surf and Waterfall made them tremble and shift from foot to foot, again in perfect unison.
Before long, they were clenching their thighs together, their combined desperation mounting to the point that even with their combined willpower, they could not make the effort to hide their predicament from the trainer. If he noticed their jerky movements and figured out what was causing them, they could no longer afford to care.
After a grueling, agonizing battle that finally came to a close when his Swampert managed to take out Solrock and Lunatone, both of them barely managing to hold on at this point. They were grateful that the rushing water had stopped, but even that could not ease their double desperation. They could clearly feel the pain the other felt as they stepped toward the trainer slowly, delivering the badge with flushed faces and a fist clenched at opposite sides. They did not even wait for the trainer to finish exiting the gym before they started making their way to the back, where their private bathroom was waiting for them.
But when the twins stood before the one bathroom, with the one toilet, they faced a problem. They clearly could not both go at the same time, so how would they decide who went first when they both felt equal amounts of desperation?
“I'm going to go in first,” said Liza, starting to advance.
“No, you aren't,” her brother replied. “I am!” He grabbed her arm to stop her and they glared at each other. It wasn't often that they had disagreements, almost always being in perfect sync, but on the rare occasion, something like this would force them to separate and look out for themselves.
“I'm about to wet myself!” she argued, jamming a hand between her legs to emphasize her point.
“Well, so am I!” He mimicked her actions, and they stared each other down for a few moments, trying to get the other one to back down. Suddenly, they both lunged at the same time, trying to make it into the bathroom first.
They struggled against each other, trying to wedge their way in, elbowing and shoving one another simultaneously. It was as they were jostling each other so, that their bladders, seeming to maintain the connection that their minds and wills had momentarily lost, both protested the sharp movements and refused to cooperate a moment longer.
And it was at that moment that they lost another battle that day, this one a bit different than all of the others. At the exact same second, their knees buckled and their hands flew down, but to no avail. They were already wetting themselves, and nothing they could do would stop it.
They quickly soaked through their matching outfits, turning them both dark as a puddle formed on the bathroom floor. They were standing so close together that it was impossible to tell who had caused which part of the puddle, it had mingled so much together. Their identical streams lasted for almost a full minute and stopped just as they had begun- at the exact same second- and their bladders still ached long after they were emptied.
“I'm sorry,” said Liza after a pause as they let the relief soak in. “I shouldn't have fought you like that.”
“No, I'm sorry,” replied Tate. “I should have just let you go first like you said.”
As they made up with each other, they felt their connection regrow, and they smiled at one another.
“I think we should get cleaned up now.”
“I agree. Would you like to take a bath together?”
And so they decided to close the gym temporarily in favor of spending the rest of the afternoon bathing together and cleaning each other up. |
Okay, I'm back, I stopped posting here recently, after my laptop died and i lost all the fanfics i had there, (Which i found that some I had saved on my MicroSD card, but they are nothing special, one repetitive Pokémon fic and one about dragons, i can post them here if you want, but the Pokémon one is unfinished.) Few years later I got another laptop, it seems to be on it's way out considering it makes a crackling sound sometimes, but enough of that, here is my first fic in years. Sorry if it's a little rusty...
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It was a beautiful sunny day in Pokémon Square, the sun was shining, the air was warm, and the wind was blowing.
Three Pokémon were heading through a meadow to have a picnic. These Pokémon were Numu the Numel, Zack the Zigzagoon, and Craig the Sandslash.
They had been friends for a while now, and they always got along,
Numu was a lazy Pokémon, he didn’t like to work, and often left his friends to do the work, Zack is easily distracted, if anything catches his attention he will stop doing whatever he is doing and go there, And Craig is the older brother of Zack, always keeping an eye on him, because his mother, Sharon the Lioone, told him to.
Anyway, Zack and Craig were setting up the picnic, while Numu lay in the grass. “I hope this picnic if fun!” he said.“It will be!” replied Zack, flattening the red and white picnic blanket.
Craig got out the food as Zack and Numu gathered, there were enough buns, breads, sodas and water for everyone.
They got out the food and began eating, everything seemed Normal until Numu took a sip of his soda.
Numu couldn’t put his paw on it, but there was something special about that soda, he drank more, and more, and more until his soda was empty.
“Hey guys!” said Numu, “You should try your drinks! They’re good…”“What do you mean?” asked Zack, tilting his head to look confused.“It… It feels like I should have another.” Numu said, getting another drink and drinking it.“Hmm…” pondered Zack as he sipped his drink, he felt the same thing Numu felt, He drank his soda in a matter of seconds, Craig drank his in curiosity, then got him and Zack another soda, and the cycle continued.
Soon, all the drinks were gone, but not their addiction, Craig got up, and headed to the store.
“Come on Zack, let’s go home and get more of those drinks!” he said.
Zack followed, Numu smiled as Zack and Craig disappeared off into the distance, deciding to eat the rest of the picnic food, Numu went and looked into the picnic basket, looking at all the food, he got a bun and was about to eat it when he felt a small bit of pressure in his lower area…
“Huh, I have to pee.” Numu said to himself, he wondered if he should go to the toilet or not, sure he was alone, and he could pee in the grass, but then again, what if he was caught? He looked at the food, then at the grass, with the town in the distance, he shrugged and started eating the food.
Meanwhile, when Zack and his brother were walking to the store, he looked at his older brother with a worried face, “Bro?” he said, trying to get his attention.“Yes?” he asked. Looking at his little brother.“I kind of have to use the toilet.” He said, “Can I use the one in the shop?”“Sure.” He replied, smiling, “I have to go too, so I’ll go when we get the drinks.”“Okay!” chuckled Zack.
When they got to the shop, Craig dashed to the drinks isle, while Zack ran to the toilets, only to see them occupied.“Aw, man.” He groaned.
Craig looked for the drinks, turns out they only have 12 cans left, Craig got them all faster than a scalper at a toy store, he then went to the cashier, which was a Miltank.“I’m sorry but I’ll have to inspect every one of these.” The cashier said, Craig groaned as he began watching the Miltank carefully inspect the ingredients list.
Meanwhile, Numu was eating the buns in the picnic basket, he felt the once small need grow, but tried to ignore it.
“Hmm…” he sighed as he laid on his back, “I wonder if I should go now?” He then felt his need go away.
“Nah, I can hold it.” He decided, getting another bun, as he was putting it to his mouth, he felt a small bladder spasm, he dropped his food, he began squirming slightly as he picked up his bun and took a bite out of it.
“I really gotta pee.” He thought as he chewed his food, “But I don’t wanna leave my food, not after that mean Gengar took it all.”
Zack and Craig weren’t having much luck either, both of them were doing small pee dances at this point, Craig was halfway done, and Zack was still waiting for the bathroom.
Zack was considering using the girls room, when he heard a flush, he was overjoyed! He had a wide grin as he saw the Pokémon come out of the bathroom, but then he saw someone put an out of order sign.
“No!” he yelled as he put a paw to his crotch.
Craig was now pretty desperate, now unable to stand still, the Miltank had finally finished inspecting the cans.“They’re safe.” The Miltank said.“Oh good!” he said, scrambling for his wallet in his bag.“That’ll be 39.99 Poké dollars.” The Miltank groaned, obviously bored.“I can’t afford that!” he thought, then he saw Zack’s birthday money, he tore it open as he gave it to the cashier, still squirming like crazy.“Good, have fun.” the Miltank said sarcasticly.
As the sun went down, Numu was now holding his crotch with his paw and sat down, still trying to eat the buns.“Maybe just one more, I can hold it just until then.” He thought, he got the last bun and was about to take a bite when he let a spurt out by accident, he heard it splatter onto the picnic blanket, he looked down and saw the damage.
He then realised he had just peed on the blanket.“Uhh… I’ll just finish this and-“ he was cut off by another spurt, wetting the blanket more, he then realised he was gonna wet himself.
“No, I can hold it.” He groaned, his eating speed decreased, he then realised he wouldn’t be able to finish the last bun without wetting himself.
“I can’t hold it.” He muttered, and he gave in to his bladder’s demands and peed uncontrollably into the picnic blanket.
He sat there glaring at his stream which was soaking the picnic basket. After a minute or so, the stream slowed, then stopped, he looked at the bun, and began eating it.
Meanwhile, Craig and Zack bolted out of the store, Zack was holding himself and squirming franticly, and Craig was dancing like crazy.“We’ll have to end the picnic.” Said Craig.“But what about Numu?” asked Zack.“He’ll have probably gone home,” yelled Craig, “Now let’s go home before I pee myself.”
Craig ran down the streets holding himself with one paw and his cans of the soda he bought in the other and forgetting about Zack, he soon made it to his house. He knocked on the door.
“One minute!” a womanly voice yelled, it was his mother, “I’m getting the keys!”Craig groaned. He put the cans on one side and held himself with both paws.
Meanwhile, Zack was hobbling down the streets to his house on his hind legs, holding himself with both paws, he felt a small spurt leak out, it dripped onto the pavement, he then realised he wasn’t going to make it to his house in time.
He then saw a bush, he bolted over it, aimed his crotch into it and peed franticly, sighing in relief as he felt the best relief he had ever felt, the stream lasted 1 minute or so before stopping. He walked to his house relieved.
Meanwhile, Craig was franticly waiting for his mom to open the door, when he heard the door open, he kicked the door open into his mom’s face and bolted to the bathroom, when he got there, he got on the toilet and peed furiously into it, it felt like an orgasm to him, his stream lasted 3 minutes, before stopping. He walked out of the bathroom relieved.
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Well, that was it, I do have plans for more fics, but i dunno if I can, I seem to be only able to write fics at 2 in the morning.
But anyway, thanks for reading! |
Elsa was in her room when Anna snuck in. "What do you want, Anna?" asked Elsa. "I'm bored," said Anna. "Play with me." "I was going to read," said Elsa. Then she saw the hopeful look on Anna. "I guess that could wait." So the sisters played many games together. During a game of dolls, Anna stopped. "I have to go the bathroom," said Anna. "Then go," said Elsa. Anna smiled and lifted her dress over a chamber pot. "What are you doing?" asked Elsa. "Going to the bathroom," said Anna. "The bathroom is too far away. This way, we have more time for fun. Besides, you just said I could go to the bathroom. You didn't say where."
Elsa was surprised to see her sister peeing. Elsa lost control and shot ice from her hands, hitting the chamber pot now full of pee. Anna jumped back. Both sisters looked surprised. Elsa tried again and snow came from her hands. "You're magic!" shouted Anna. Elsa didn't know what to say. Anna walked to the chamber pot and saw it contained yellow ice. "That looks interesting," said Anna. "Why don't you try it?" Curious, Elsa went to another chamber pot. She started to lift her dress and saw Anna looking. "Could you look the other way?" "Why?" asked Anna. "We're sisters. Besides, I let you watch me. It's only fair I get to watch you. Now go. I want to see what happens."
Elsa guessed she had no choice. Trying not to notice Anna, Elsa peed into the chamber pot, then after cleaning herself with a blanket and dressing, shot from her hands ice, which turned Elsa's pee into yellow ice, just like Anna. "I thought of something fun we can do," said Anna. She told Elsa her idea. "You sure you want to do that?" asked Elsa. "Why not?" asked Anna. "It's something new to try. I think it'll be fun." Elsa smiled. "Maybe it will." After drinking plenty of water, they went to a large room, which Anna, after experimenting with her powers, was able to cover in snow. "You came up with the idea, you should pick what we do first," said Elsa. Anna remembered the yellow ice, then got the idea.
Anna began peeing on the snow, turning it yellow. "Freeze it now," said Anna. Elsa shot a blast of ice and Anna's stream froze, a yellow icicle leading from her vagina onto the snow. "That's cold," said Anna, breaking the icicle and finished peeing. Elsa did the same. "It doesn't feel cold to me. Maybe it's because of my magic." Elsa broke off her icicle as Anna held her's. "En guard," said Anna. They had a short swordfight with the icicles before they broke. Then they drank more while Elsa thought what to pick next. Then they made a snowman. "We'll go on the snowman," said Elsa. "Will the snowman mind?" asked Anna. Elsa went behind the snowman and spoke, acting like the snowman. "It's ok. I could use a little color and warmth. You can just give me a warm hug afterward."
Anna laughed and she and Elsa stood side by side and peed onto the snowman, making two yellow spots at the bottom of the snowman. Then they thanked the snowman and hugged him. Then it was Anna's turn. At her suggestion, both started peeing in the snow. "We can give your magic a break and try to hit each other," said Anna, splashing her pee on Elsa. Elsa got some of her pee on Anna and both used their streams to block and hit each other. When it was Elsa's turn, she followed up on Anna's idea. "Tell me where you're coldest," said Elsa. Anna indicated her feet, which Elsa peed on.
"That tickles and feels warm," said Anna, enjoying the feeling. She peed on Elsa's feet. "I don't need the warmth, but the feeling is still nice," said Elsa. They continued peeing on each other, hitting spots on their legs, finishing with hitting each others vagina, both enjoying the sensation of pee hitting such a sensitive spot more than any body part. Then Anna finished the game by having both of them write their names. When they examined the writing, Anna had written her name in simple letters while Elsa wrote her name very elegantly. After awhile, the snow was gone and both sisters went out the room, never having so much fun before.
In the middle of the night, after some days, Elsa woke up to find Anna walking around. "I was looking for the bathroom," said Anna. "I may have went the wrong way." "If you have to go, you can use a chamber pot I have," said Elsa. Anna considered. "I have a funner idea. Why don't you make some snow and I'll go on that." "I don't know," said Elsa. "Our parents said I should be careful with my magic." "Just make a little snow," said Anna. Elsa thought a little snow would be alright. She made a small patch large enough for Anna to walk around on. Anna thanked her and lifted her nightgown, pulled down her underwear and peed onto the snow, a yellow spot spreading from her feet to the edges.
Elsa remembered how fun peeing on snow was and joined Anna, both sisters making the yellow spots reach the edges very quickly. Soon the entire patch was yellow. Finishing, they cleaned themselves and went to bed, the snow dissapearing later. The next day, Anna asked Elsa to make more snow to help thank Elsa for the night before. Elsa saw how Anna wrote Elsa's name in the snow, in more neat writing. Elsa returned the favor and wrote Anna's name, not bothering to make the writing as neat as she usually did. They finished by writing "Sisters" together.
Years later, Anna was walking through the woods covered in snow. After awhile, she felt the urge to pee. "Great. I have to use the bathroom and I'm stuck in all this snow." She tried to move on, but the feeling got stronger. "I'm not going to make it," said Anna. "I'll have to go here." She went to a tree. "How did I do again? I haven't done this since Elsa and I were kids." Anna tried to remember how it was done. She lifted her dress and pulled down her underwear. "I forgot how cold it was," said Anna, as her vagina was exposed to the cold. "Now what position did we use again?"
Anna bent her knees. "I think it was like this." She relaxed and sighed in relief as a strong stream flowed out and turned the snow at her feet yellow. "I forgot how fun it was," said Anna, relaxing more and able to enjoy the freeing sensation of peeing outside. "I wish Elsa was here to make it more fun and that we practiced more when we were younger." Anna started to lose control of her stream and as she tried to control it, fell over, pee flying all over, leaving yellow spots all over. Anna got up and cleaned herself with her hankerchief, adjusting her clothes. "At least no one saw that. I should have practiced more when we were younger. Maybe Elsa can help me get back in practice just before she thaws the city." Slightly hopeful, Anna continued her search for Elsa.
With Elsa's return later, she and Anna were by themselves in the palace. Anna, showing how close she wanted to be with Elsa again, told her of her attempt to pee in the woods. Elsa laughed. "You were so good at it when we were younger," said Elsa. "I never did it again when I didn't see you anymore," said Anna. Elsa was slient for a minute. "I didn't like being apart from you. I'll try to make up for the lost time." Elsa made a snowy room. "You can practice here as much as you need to." "Then will you join me as we once did?" asked Anna. "When you get the hang of it again," said Elsa. "I may need you to help me remember as well." "Then I'll practice every day," said Anna. It was after her many attempts when she could remember how they once did it and Elsa, keeping her promise, joined Anna, who had to help Elsa a little bit. After both peed together, Elsa suggested they meet up later and in the meantime, think of ideas to combine Elsa's magic and peeing. Anna looked forward to the overdue fun that awaited them. |
*This contains sex, if you are not satisfied leave now. This was not written by me, it was from a fanfiction writer, rskittens. Enjoy*
Elsa was fidgeting.
Elsa never fidgets. She was the most unfidgettingest person Anna had ever know. And yet now, there was toe tapping here, hair twirling there, finger rapping along the edge of the table. It was so unusual to see.
Her face gave little away, conceal-dont-feel no doubt coming into play; though if Anna looked closer, her gaze seemed to be focusing somewhere far, far away from this meeting.
It was long. Very long. And quite boring. Anna couldn't blame her one bit. She herself had almost nodded off twice.
Finally, the meeting adjourned. The others took their sweet time talking to one another before finally leaving the room. Elsa stood to see them out. And here was the most peculiar part. Elsa was shaking.
Not excessively. She was trying to maintain her dignified air in front of the other people. But Anna noticed. The way Elsa kept shifting her weight from one foot to another. How her shoulders heaved up and down. And when the last official left the room and Elsa shut the door behind him, Anna finally found out why.
"Hnngh..." Elsa let out the smallest cry as she stumbled against the door, knees bent into each other.
"Elsa? You okay?" Anna had never heard her sister make a noise like that before.
A pause. Then, "I can't move."
"What? What do you mean?" Anna said as she moved towards her sister.
"I..." she sucked air through her teeth suddenly and bent over in a most undignified manner. "Ahhh, gods, I have to pee I havetopeeI-oooh!"
"You have to... Oh." Annas eyes widened with the realization. "Oohhhh my gosh, oh no, Elsa! Are you alright?" Immediately Anna felt immense sympathy... along with something else. Something she couldn't identify. "Oh geez what do I do-what do we do? Can I help you?" She began circling around Elsa frantically.
"C-calm down, Anna," Elsa took a few shallow breaths and then straightened up "I-I'm okay." She gave a little laugh as she took the door knob in hand. "I'm just glad to finally be done with that meeting so I can go..." she yanked on the door.
The door didn't budge.
Elsa froze.
Her toe began to tap again. She gave the door another yank, far more forcefully this time.
"Shit..." she muttered.
Wow, wow. Elsa never used language like that! Anna knew things were serious now.
"Elsa..."
"Nooo, this can't be happening." The temperature in the room dropped several degrees.
"N-now Elsa, calm down. Someone will come for us soon. Gerda and Kai will notice right away! They'll...!"
"No!" Elsa began to pace the room. "I've already been waiting so long! Oooh!" Her voice cracked.
Anna's throat went dry. She began to feel pressure in her own abdomen. Sympathy pangs? Surely that must be it.
Not knowing anything better to do, Anna began to knock on the door and call for help. She couldn't hear any response though. Then she remembered. There were refreshments being served in the great hall. Everyone would be down there mingling. Now Anna began to get nervous. It could take someone awhile to come by...
Poor Elsa... what was she gonna do?
Anna began tugging aggressively on the door. "Hmmmgh! Why won't this dumb thing open?"
Elsa sat back down in her chair, legs bouncing, hands ladylike in her lap. "I appreciate your effort, but we're stuck here."
"No, I'm not giving up!" Anna rammed into the door a couple of times. "Owwie."
"Oh, stop that, don't hurt yourself." Elsa said. "I'll just have to... wait." It seemed to pain her to even say the word.
Anna looked at her. "Can you?"
"What choice do I have?"
Anna sank down on the floor by the door and they both sat in silence. She watched Elsa cross and uncross her legs. Every few moments her flushed face would screw up and she'd let out a little moan or whimper.
It was oddly mezmerizing.
"Are you okay?" Elsa said during a rare moment of self-control.
"Huh? Me?" Anna said. "Why are you worried about me? You're the one in real trouble here!"
Elsa hesitated, unsure how to form her concern into words. "You look a little flustered, that's all." She said quietly.
Anna had nothing to say to that.
20 minutes passed though to the two of them it felt like an eternity. Elsa was moving far more frequently now, only going still once when she had nearly lost control all together. Sometimes Anna heard her muttering to herself but she couldn't make out what she was saying.
The whole thing had Anna on edge. She felt like she needed to help somehow. Her eyes scanned the room. "Idea!" She yelped out suddenly.
"Mmh!" Elsa jumped. "You scared me!"
"Sorry, sorry, just! I know how to help now I know what to-" she jumped up mid sentence and ran to the fireplace. She picked up a vase from the mantle, took out the flowers, and dumped the little bit of water into the fireplace.
"N-no," Elsa said before Anna had even brought it to her.
"What?" Don't 'no'! Look at you, you're on the verge of..." Anna lost her words and her face went red at the thought.
"I can't do that, I simply can't," Elsa said. "Besides, I am not a child, I can... control myself."She was holding herself now and as much as her mouth protested, her eyes were glued to the vase. Clearly the offer was tempting.
Anna couldn't take her eyes off of her.
"I'm just trying to help."
"I know, snowdrop. But I think it would help me more if you could just distract me. L-let's talk about something."
"Ok."
A pause.
"How are things?" Elsa said.
"Great..." Anna said.
"Sorry I've been so busy. We haven't had much time together."
"Yeahh well, I understand you have a lot of queeny stuff to do. Plus I get to have you all to myself at night. Its okay."
"It's not really, but thanks." Elsa sighed. "It made me happy that you decided to attend this meeting with me."
"Me too. I like watching you at work sometimes. You're so smart and cool and beautiful." Anna rocked on her heels and tucked a hair behind her ear. "You're a really good queen, you know."
"Mmm, am I? I certainly... ngh... don't feel like it half the time."
"...On your next day off we should do something special."
"Hnngh... y-yes... we should... a-ahh..." Elsa suddenly stiffened, her legs trembling.
"Elsa?"
"...S-sorry..." she managed. "This... isn'thelpingasmuchasi... thought... haaahhh... why... i-i don't know howmuchmoreIcantake... ahhh." She sprang up out of her chair and walked around rigidly for a few paces before devolving into an embarrassing display of a dance. "I c-c-cant s-stop i-t sssshhhhoot shootshoot oooh!" She doubled over and lifted her skirts slightly and it occured to Anna that she must be dribbling at that very moment.
And it occurred to Anna exactly what it was that she had been feeling all this time.
Arousal.
Watching Elsa fall apart right before her eyes was turning her on so much she didn't know what to do.
"Elsa..." she said quietly, trying to mask her shallow breathing. She was still at a loss for what to do. If anything, her feelings caused her more confusion. Part of her still felt sorry for Elsa and wanted her to be comfortable again. The other part wanted to watch as she lost complete control and soaked her dress through.
She knew she should feel guilty for it, but it was very difficult to feel anything else as thoughts of the latter sort overcame her.
Elsa stood very still, aside from her trembling legs, as she tried to regain her control. "Ooohh... noooo..." she squeaked, and Anna looked at just the right moment to see several drops fall to the floor underneath her skirt.
Her pulse quickened tenfold. Was she...?
Elsa let out a sigh as she she regained her composure again. "Goodness..."she whispered.
No...not yet.
"'Goodness' indeed..." Anna mumbled to herself. She cleared her throat. "Are you okay?" she asked her.
"For now it seems. B-but my stockings are... a little..." she blushed and gave a sheepish little laugh. Anna shivered.
"Isn't it easier to sit?"
"If I do I may get it on my dress though..."
"O-oh..." Anna said with a swallow. "Oh."
Elsa proceeded to pace awkardly around the room in silence for the next several minutes. Here and there she would stop and cross her legs or give herself a squeeze (the latter of which she was clearly embarrassed about doing in front of Anna). Anna watched her, entranced by the way her hips moved in such a state. A comfortable burning sensation flooded all over her.
"Anna," Elsa said.
"Mmm..."
"Anna?"
"Mmmph?!" Anna grunted. "I mean... sorry what?"
"Nothing... I just..." Elsa looked shyly around her. "This is just... so embarrassing... Sorry."
"Don't worry about it..." Anna said. "I don't mind... I don't mind at all... I mean... not like that... not that I like it... well I mean not that I dislike it I mean... well you know what I mean?" Anna was sweating now, sure she was saying all the wrong things. Lucky for her, Elsa was too distracted to notice.
"Do you think anyone's ever coming for us?" she said, exasperated. "Haven't they noticed their queen's absence?"
"Well this is your break time. Maybe they don't think it's unusual that you're not around."
Elsa whimpered. Maybe that was the wrong thing to say too.
"I mean... I'm sure someone will recognize soon!"
"I can't wait that long... I can't... Anna... what am I going to do?"
"Y-you can do it..." Anna said with a weak smile.
"No... I can't... hahhhh... look at me... holding myself like a child..."
Elsa went silent again. She leaned against the wall, arms wrapped around her waist, toes tapping, and an absolutely pitiful expression on her face.
That face... Anna felt sorry for her again.
"I think you should give up." Anna said.
Elsa made a face at her. "What?"
"I..." Anna conjured up all the mock-courage she could muster. "You should stop. You're so uncomfortable. You need to... let go of your pride and... p-pee in the vase or something."
"Anna!"
"Its just you and me in here, Elsa. You know I would never judge you. And no one else ever has to know."
Elsa's blush deepened. "...I don't... waa... I...I caaan't." She started sliding up and down the wall a little.
"Do you want to wet yourself? The servants would question the puddle on the floor. And your clothes-"
"Aaahhh..." Elsa went bright red up to her ears. "Don't saaay thaaat... haaah..." She began to dance in place.
"Well! Why can't you?"
Elsa hesitated. The she sighed. "I don't like talking about this, but... i'm kind of s-shy..." she mumbled. "Its not just my pride, its my nerves. If i try to do that... I'll freeze up and it just hurts... I... really can'tdoit..."
"Oh..." Anna felt guilty for being insensitive. No wonder Elsa had been so evasive. "Gosh... I'm sorry."
Elsa shook her head. "Me too. I wish I could do it. I... wiiiish I could... ooh... I'm so tired, Anna. I can't do this anymore..." She rubbed her face in her hands. "Hnnnn... its coming ahhh ahhhgain... hooh..."
Anna stood up and walked over to Elsa. She gently wrapped her arms around her waist and pulled her into her."Its okay," she whispered, rubbing a hand on her back.
"No... ahh... ahhh... it's... not okay..." Elsa whined. "Don't hug me..."
"Shhh. It is okay. You don't have to do this anymore. Just let go." She nuzzled her face into Elsa's shoulder. This had gone on long enough. She had to get Elsa to relax.
"Anna..." Elsa's cries softened in response. "But what about... what about the mess..."
"Don't worry I'll take care of that. I'll... I'll wash your clothes." She pecked Elsa on the forehead. "And I'll... tell the servants that I spilled something." On the cheek. "And umm, well your dress is a dark color. When they come we'll just make sure they don't see. Its no big deal." The other cheek. "So... you don't have to hold on anymore. Ok?" She cupped her cheek in her hand.
"An... naa..." Elsa smiled just the smallest bit. "Ooh... ah..." her body stiffened and Anna felt a warm dampness on her leg. "Tchhhh... it feels good... hhyaaahh..." Elsa's helpless moaning was the most delicious sound Anna had ever heard.
"Good," Anna said, her own breathing becoming ragged now. "Keep going."
"Nnnnn... I can't control it at all anymo-ooore..." Elsa was panting now. "Aaaah-ahhh... god, it feels s-s-so g-goood... aaahh...!"
They continued like that for a few minutes as Elsa slowly relieved the contents of her bladder bit by bit. The little dribbles became longer spurts as she finally began to relax. By the time she was nearly through a sizeable puddle had formed beneath their feet.
"Anna..." she moaned. "Ohhh, Anna...!" It surprised Anna how sensuous it sounded. How needy.
"I'm right here." She hugged Elsa closer.
"I-I'm gettingyouallwet..."
"Its fine."
"Mmmph..." She began to move oddly against Anna's leg. "Mmmm... Anna..."
Oh my... was she...?
Was she as hot as Anna was?
"Elsa..." Anna ran her hands down Elsa's hips, eliciting a squeal from her.
"Ah... touch me, please, Anna..."
Anna snapped. All the built up feelings within her surged forth. She kissed Elsa deeply. Elsa responded very strongly, kissing her with such force that she pushed her against the meeting table.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I don't know what's coming over me."
Anna giggled. "I'm glad its not just me." She swapped places with Elsa and laid her down on the table. She slowly peeled Elsa's wet stockings off and ran her tongue up her thighs until finally reaching the area that both of them longed for.
"Ooh god!" Elsa moaned. "Oh god oh god, mmph!"
"You're so wet and slick... mmch... and you tashte amazhing..."
"Ahn... it's so sensitive," Elsa whined sweetly as Anna's tongued explored every inch of her flower. "Goddd everything feels sooo good, ahhn moore." She couldn't keep still.
Anna made a loud sucking sound as she drank up both of Elsa's fluids. "You're so sweet." She said with a soft chuckle. "Even your pee tastes good."
"S-stop talking like that," Elsa said with faux chastisement. "It's unladylike."
Anna looked up at her with a sly smile. "How's this for ladylike?" She went back down on her, roughly tonguing her most sensitive spot.
"Hhhgh!" Elsa's hips jerked up and Anna had to grab her to keep her from squirming so much. She relentlessly attacked her, purposefully making loud, sloppy wet kissing noises that made Elsa blush. "Oohhh god, Anna, Anna, Anna, ooh goddd!"
"Elsa... she breathed in between kisses. "Elsaaa." She reached down with a free hand and touched herself underneath her skirt. "Elshaa... hmmmph..." Pleasuring Elsa like this brought her close in a flash.
"Ooohh goddd, tch... I'm already coming, I'm going to come, ooh! Anna!"
"Elsha... mmhmmph... good girl... mmmmhhh, mmnnph!"
"Ha... Hahh...!" The air was thick with steam as Elsa came hard from Anna's mouth. A little spurt of wetness hit her tongue and Anna went over the edge too, her cries muffled by Elsa's warmth.
"God..." Elsa was panting heavily. "Oh... wow..."
"Yeah..." Anna said, dazed. "You're amazing..." she sat down on the floor unable to stand any longer.
Elsa followed her to the floor and cuddled up next to her like a puppy. "You're the amazing one." She murmured. "I don't know how you do it but you always manage to make even the bleakest situations so much better."
Anna giggled rather sheepishly. "Well, not always."
Elsa laid her head down in Anna's lap. "Hmm, true," she said.
"Hey, you're not suppose to agree, you know!" She lovingly flicked Elsa on the cheek.
"Oh, I'm just teasing you, snowberry." Elsa said drowsily.
They stayed like that for awhile (and Elsa even fell asleep for a few minutes), before someone finally found them. Lucky for them it was just Olaf, who unjammed the broken lock with his nose, and he didn't ask any questions and even helped them hide away the evidence.
The two had fun trying to figure out how to do their own laundry for once. Anna got detergent bubbles up her nose.
They took a bath together too. Which may or may not have included more lovemaking.
And well, suffice it to say, that day's incident would not be the last of its kind.
[End] |
Batman Omorashi.
Night descended rapidly upon the city of Gotham, Jack Napier aka The Joker was sat at a table in the far corner of a well known bar in The Narrows. Tonight though Batman was supposedly taking a night off, he'd still donned his war paint and he'd decided that he'd scope for a few new victims for his next scheme, he was so interested in looking at a young couple fraternising at the bar that he didn't notice the young woman over the other side of the building watching him. Casually, the young woman held up a hand to the bartender who came over and she told him that she wanted whatever the man in the corner was having. As the bartender moved off, the young woman reached into her pocket and pulled out a little square of folded paper containing a a powder that was made of several crushed up tablets.
When the bartender returned with her drink, she waited for him to leave before she quickly unfolded the paper and discreetly tipped the contents into the drink and mixed it up a little with a spoon that she had next to her. Then, grabbing her purse under her arm, her own drink in one hand and the guys drink in the other, she casually walked over to the Joker's table and put the drink down in front of him.
"Hey there handsome" she said.
The Joker looked up at her and gave her the once over before narrowing his eyes. He'd seen girls like her before, all they wanted was a quick fuck just to say that they'd fucked a The Joker, but it wasn't like he could complain really. He did in fact rather enjoy the attention, most of the time the girls he fucked stayed with him for a few days and allowed him to get to know them and that helped a lot when he decided to pick out new victims. A small smile made it's way onto his mutilated and disfigured face and he motioned towards the seat opposite him. This could turn out to be rather...rewarding for him.
They sat there for a few hours, talking...well she was doing most of the talking and it was mainly about herself which he didn't mind really, the more he knew about her, the more he could know about her and the easier it would be to break into her apartment or house to kidnap her in time for tomorrow night when he would put his forming scheme together. However, as soon as he had half finished the fourth drink she'd brought him she gathered her things.
"Well, it was nice talking to you Mister Joker, but I really need to go now. Perhaps I'll see you again sometime" she said.
The Joker nodded and held up his half empty glass as she got up and left. Oh, she'd be seeing him sooner than she ever expected. Downing the last of his drink, he got up and he left, the people down here knowing who he was even without the war paint didn't dare ask him for any money and he liked that. And so he began to journey back to the disused apartment he was squatting in.
As he walked, he began to feel the familiar urge of needing to pee, but seeing as his apartment was only a few blocks up, he surmised that he could hold it until he got back to the digs. As he walked though, the sensation went from a simple niggle, to a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach. It wasn't a bad need, but it was a need none-the-less and he still told himself that he would hold it until he got "home". The more he walked, the more the pressure on his bladder increased. Stopping and leaning against the wall, the mad man thought back to in the bar, he hadn't had that much to drink, five drinks that's it and usually it took more than that to have this kind of effect on him. He tried to think of why he was steadily becoming desperate to use the bathroom, but a strong twinge from his bladder prevented that thought from going any farther. Growling slightly, The Joker pushed off of the wall and began to walk towards the apartment again.
As he walked, he could feel his manhood slowly rising, though he wasn't getting hard, he wasn't exactly staying soft either and when he got within two blocks of his apartment, his bladder gave a strong contraction and he doubled over with one hand at his stomach and the other between his legs. He couldn't believe that this was happening and he growled at himself again.
'No, I will hold it, I'm not a child' he thought.
Straightening up, he began to walk again, but froze when he felt a dribble escape his semi-erect manhood and dampen his underwear. His eyes widened and he quickly looked around, not that it would make much difference if anyone caught him taking a leak around here, he didn't exactly want the fact that he had to piss like a child in the papers within the next few days, that would surely ruin his villainous image. Gaining control of himself, he began to walk again, though his eyes widened when he felt another dribble escape his pisser and land in his underwear again. Narrowing his eyes, he continued to walk, he would not be beaten by something as basic as needing to piss.
When he got to within one block of his hijacked apartment, he was sure that he had a sizeable wet patch upon his blue boxers and he dearly hoped that it hadn't spilled through to his purple pants. He continued to walk until an extremely strong bladder contraction had him doubling over again and this time, a high pressured squirt left his piss hole and this time, it did show on his purple pants. Thankfully it was dark, so no-one could really see anything. Once again leaning against the wall, he attempted to not only control his body, but think about how he could've gotten into this situation. Then it hit him like a punch to the gut...the need to pee had only just started to crop up after that woman had given him that drink.
'Bitch must've slipped me a mickey' he thought.
After gaining some semblance of control of his body, The Joker began to walk again, every so often he would squirt into his boxers and thus the stain upon his pants would grow a little bigger, but as soon as he reached his hijacked apartment door, he couldn't stand still. Shoving his gloved hands between his legs, he rhythmically bent his knees and straightened them in a bouncing motion a few times before he wrenched one hand away and dug around in his pocket for the keys. A few minutes of fumbling around in his pocket and a few more squirts later, the keys were in his hand and as he held them out to the door, his hand was shaking. He did however manage to get the key into the lock, just as another spasm rocked his bladder and a supersize squirt forced its way passed the muscles clamping tightly around the opening of his bladder and dashed to freedom, only to be caught by his already wet underwear. He couldn't suppress a small groan that left him at the pain. His bladder was so distended by this point that if any more liquid were to enter it, he was sure it would burst.
Quickly turning the key in the lock, the door swung open and he stumbled in not even bothering to close the door or remove the key from the lock. With both of his hands clenched tightly at his crotch, he began to shuffle towards the bathroom. However, it seemed that he was about to pay penance for all the years of terrorising Batman and Gotham as three long spurts escaped his cock in short succession. At feeling this, he stepped up the speed of his shuffle towards the bathroom, only to fall at the final hurdle. Just as he reached the bathroom door, his bladder gave up the fight and after a few more spurts, his piss began to just stream out of him and he dropped to his knees with both of his hands against the doorframe. The pee hissed out of his body, soaking his underwear and his purple pants and pooled on the floor under him. He couldn't deny that the relief was almost orgasmic, he only wished that he'd been able to piss in the toilet instead of wetting himself like a child. |
“Did you want to see me, Stacey?” Brandon asked as he peeped in through the slightly open office door.
“Yes Brandon, come in .. I’ve been waiting for you…” Stacey replied with a smile. He walked in and she pointed him to take a seat .
She poured him a glass of water from the jug kept on her table.
Although Brandon wasn’t thirsty , he readily accepted her offering. He couldn’t refuse his boss anyway, could he?
Placing the now empty glass back on the table , Brandon waited for Stacey to tell why she had called him in .
In her early thirties , Stacey McGregor was the General Manager of the Mathew & Smith Accounting firm. It was obvious that everyone tried to be in her good books, unless they wanted to get fired. She was ambitious and passionate for her work but off late, her attention had been wavering off towards Brandon.
It was not as if Stacey liked him or anything, but she found him cute and that was enough for her motives to go wrong.
“As I’ve come to know Brandon, your performance at work has been steadily declining, is there any specific reason behind it?” she asked with a low but stern voice ,enough to let Brandon know that he was in trouble.
“Is it ? B-But I’ve met all the targets on time… “ Brandon exclaimed , sitting in a more upright and attentive posture now. He was shocked at what he was listening to. How was that even possible? He had been working his ass off to get a promotion that was actually due for more than an year now. It was technically impossible for his performance to have gone down! If anything , then it should have gone up!
“Well that is what I’ve observed and even heard from others…you know Brandon, we can’t afford to have lazy asses working for us…” she said. Brandon could make out where this was going.
“I am telling you Stacey, there must have been some mistake… “ Brandon said, he was at a complete loss of words for something so unexpected. He just didn’t know how to react!
“Well I am sorry Brandon, but we may have to let you go if that’s the case…” Stacey said, looking straight at him. She knew he was terrified and that was all she wanted.
“No please you can’t do this to me...Stacey…I’ve been working here for 5 years now…you can’t just ask me to leave like that…” Brandon blabbered out, his heart beat reaching a crescendo. He was sure he was gonna die any moment.
“There isn’t much I can do to help you… we only want people who are willing to give it their all, you know….” Stacey said, pressing her lips together , a sign that she felt sorry for him.
“I am willing to give it my all Stacey! Just tell me what you want me to do!” Brandon wailed. Stacey had him where she wanted, this was her chance.
“Well not much… I just want you to put off going to the toilet, until I give you the permission to do so..” she said, with a slight smile as she played with a pen.
“What?” Brandon asked, taken aback by such an absurd demand.
“…only if you wish to keep your job.” Stacey completed her sentence, raising her eyebrows in a way that told that she had the power to make or break his career.
Brandon felt a chill running down his body. He wanted Stacey to know that he thought what a huge creep she was, but he couldn’t. He wanted his job and he wanted it bad.
“Well isn’t there something else I can do for you?” he asked, trying to bring the deal to a more negotiable situation. In fact he was ready to sleep with her if she wanted to, after all Stacey was one of the hottest female employees that their company could boast of.
But Stacey was adamant , it didn’t look like she was gonna budge.
“I don’t think you want to work here , but my offer is still open, take it or leave it…” she smirked.
Brandon understood he had no way out.His only way was to give into her demand.
“Well fine…I’ll do as you say..” he sighed as he looked down to his lap. He couldn’t believe what he was getting into.
“That’s like a good boy…” Stacey said, her smile much wider than before as she poured another glass of water for him.
Brandon reluctantly looked at the glass full of water for a moment as Stacey held it towards him. He didn’t want to drink it but he had no choice.
He took it from her and downed the entire contents at one go and placed the glass back on the table.
“Now...can I go back to work?” he asked, trying to keep his tone as humble as possible.
“Not so fast honey...I want you to have troubles…” Stacey grinned, pouring more water into the glass.
“Oh my God!” Brandon gasped under his breathe , how much was she gonna make him drink?
This went on until the entire jug ran empty . Brandon’s stomach started feeling bloated with all the water he had just consumed. He felt uncomfortable but didn’t complain.
“Now...you can go back to your desk ..”, Stacey ordered, “…but remember, I am watching you, no toilets…” she smirked, waving her index finger.
He was so angry at her but it wasn’t like he could do anything about it.
Brandon’s desk was clearly visible to Stacey through the glass wall of her office cabin and there was no way for him to sneak off to the toilets without being noticed.
At his desk, Brandon checked his watch, it was 1:30 in the noon. This meant he still had 5 hours to go before he could leave for his home.
Puzzled at what to do, he looked at Stacey’s cabin to find her keeping an eye on him. She wouldn’t let him go while he was in the office and there was no possible way he could hold his pee for the next five hours considering the amount he had drank.
Nevertheless Brandon got back to his work.
20 minutes into it, he started to feel slight twinges within his bladder. He didn’t want to know if Stacey was still looking at him. He felt, so vulnerable.
Soon the lunch time ensued and Brandon’s need to pee had reached a new height by then.
A peon walked up to him to inform that Stacey had called him to her cabin.
“Again?!” he barked to himself. He was growing increasingly frustrated by her actions.
“Yes?” he asked as he walked into her office.
“Have a seat Brandon, I thought we could have lunch together…what should I order for you? Do you like Chinese?” Stacey asked ,as she picked up her phone to place an order.
“No thanks, I’m not hungry..” he replied in a tone that conveyed annoyance.
“Well good for you… I just wanted to check on you, if you are doing fine or not?” she asked, “I guess you have to use the toilets..?” , she smiled, coming straight to the point.
“Yes I do…”
“Good… I like where this is going…” Stacey said, giving a look to Brandon.
He wanted to tell her what a bitch she was for making him hold but he couldn’t.
Stacey asked Brandon to stay in her cabin till the lunch got over so she could closely observe his growing discomfort and desperation.
She ordered food for the both of them so that they could engage themselves with something while Brandon was in there . By the time the hour long lunch break came to an end, Brandon could feel a considerable amount of urine sitting in his bladder.
He stood up to leave but stopped on his way out when he heard Stacey’s voice.
“Well, a while has passed since you drank all that water…and soon ,you’re about to have to pee really, really badly!” she laughed.
He knew she was right, at this rate his bladder was gonna be full very soon.
As he shuffled through some papers on his desk, Brandon could feel his need to pee intensifying rapidly. The waistband of his pants was starting to cut into his protruding abdomen.
He was trying hard not to think about his ever mounting need but it wasn’t that easy. He tried to focus all his attention on his work as his bladder continued to fill and swell.
Brandon was now finding it difficult to sit still, he couldn’t help but squirm in his seat from time to time.
He pressed his legs together and continued to work, hoping all this would end somehow.
For a moment he thought of quitting his job, just so he could use the toilets, but then erased the idea from his mind. He knew it wouldn’t be easy to find another high paying job like this in such a poor economy.
Just then his phone bleeped, it was a message, from Stacey. It read –
“I know, you’ re feeling it.. J”
It was like his head was hit by a rod.She was right. Brandon had gone from bad to worse since he had last spoken to her.
He looked towards her cabin and as expected, found her staring at him. Didn’t she have something better to do?
Brandon ignored Stacey and continued with his work.
He had a report to submit today and he seriously didn’t have time for her stupid games.
He tried to suppress the pressure that was building up in his bladder but he knew it was no use. However hard he fought , Brandon just couldn’t take his mind off his need to pee.
Another bleeping sound from his phone informed Brandon that he had a message , it was Stacey, again.
“On a scale from 1 to 10 ,how bad do you need to go?”
It didn’t look like this woman was gonna leave him alone anytime soon. With irritation wrecking his brain, Brandon texted back –
“Around 5…”
He carelessly flung his phone on the table and turned to look at Stacey’s cabin. She was smiling at him.
Brandon had never imagined that someone could ever manipulate him like this. What would Stacey get by doing this to him?
It was around 4 o’clock, when Brandon’s body seriously started to make its need felt. He had to end this torture or else there was no possible way for him to keep working without being distracted by his need to pee.
He entered her cabin , not bothering to knock the door first.
“May I go to the bathroom now?” he asked right away in a demanding voice.
“No …not yet… I want to watch you squirm and dance, trying not to wet your pants” ,Stacey replied after a pause as she looked up from the stash of papers she was working upon.
“Huh…” Brandon shrugged in repulsion, slightly rubbing his thighs together.
(Well this was a story I started writing a few days ago but couldn’t continue with because of time constraints. I may go ahead with it if I get a positive response . Suggestions are more than welcome. Thank you.) |
Thank you so much guys for all your love and support! I am glad you like it. Anyways, here is the final part of the story. I am sorry it took so long but better late than never.
I have been keeping really busy off late and I asked Sapphire3619 if she would like to write down the remaining part of the story ,to which she agreed. I would like to thank her for writing this part and drawing the story to its end. I absolutely loved the piece she wrote down . If any credits and laurels for the story are to come , then I feel they should definitely go to her. It is because of her capable hands(and mind) that the story came out so good .Thank you so much! I wish you keep writing more stories Sapphire .You are my hero! And we all love you!
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Brandon was starting to sweat. He knew Stacey liked to assert her power over her employees, but surely this was taking it a bit far. She not only wanted to restrict his access to the bathroom, but she wanted to...watch?
Deeply uncomfortable, Brandon glanced back toward his desk. "Um, I have some work I should finish before the end of the day..."
Stacey paused slightly, but didn't lift her eyes from the papers in front of her. "Oh, no," she purred. "I think you've done enough...work for today." The edges up her lips curled upward. "Why don't you just relax in my office for awhile?"
Brandon inhaled sharply. He'd agreed to Stacey's original restrictions, and he'd drunk the water, but he'd been sure she just wanted to toy with him. Now, her motives seemed far more predatory, and he was incredibly nervous.
"Have a seat, Brandon," Stacey ordered breezily, waving her hand toward one of the dark purple, avant-garde chairs in front of her desk.
Delicately, Brandon obeyed. A spasm crossed his bladder, and he squeezed his thighs together, bending forward slightly.
Stacey raised her head, her eyes gleaming with delight. "And where would you say you are now, on that one to ten scale?"
Panting quietly, Brandon stared at his boss. "An eight," he muttered. "Maybe a nine."
"Goooooooood," Stacey drawled. "You're well on your way to working yourself back into my...good graces."
Brandon's breaths were shallow. He was clenching his muscles tightly, wondering wildly how far Stacey was going to take this. He needed this job, and, other than Stacey, he really liked working in accounting. In the current job market in his town, he couldn't afford to be fired.
Another hour passed, and Brandon couldn't stop squirming. His bladder pressed fiercely against his belt, and drops of sweat rolled steadily down his back. He couldn't remember the last time he'd held it this long, and he wasn't sure how much longer he'd make it.
His bladder pulsed harder than ever, and he reflexively grabbed his crotch, gripping tightly, but not before a small leak escaped.
Stacey's head snapped up, and she sucked in an eager breath, breaking the unnerving silence she'd maintained for the past hour. "Something wrong, Brandon?"
"P-please, Stacey," Brandon breathed. "I'm at my limit. Can I please use the restroom?"
Rising gracefully from her seat, Stacey walked around her desk and laid her hand lightly on Brandon's shoulder. Without saying a word, she walked out onto the office floor.
"Listen up, everyone!" she called to her workers. The office immediately went silent, every eye on the feared boss. "You've all worked exceptionally hard this week. I think you deserve to start your weekends a bit early. Everyone is excused, immediately."
After one stunned moment, Brandon's coworkers started to leave in a flurry of activity. They were used to working until 6 or 7, at least, on Fridays, and they all wanted to take advantage of the boss's unprecedented generosity before she changed her mind.
With her chin raised in satisfaction, Stacey turned on her heel and strolled back through her office cabin door.
Still sweating and holding himself, Brandon looked up at her expectantly. "Does th-this mean I can leave?"
Stacey stared at him, tilting her head slightly. Then, without saying a word, she reached behind her and shut her cabin door with a resounding click.
Brandon's eyes widened in panic. "S-stacey, please!" he panted. "I'm going to have an accident!"
Stacey's chest swelled as she drew in an unnaturally large breath. "Why, Brandon," she giggled, "What exactly did you think was the purpose of this whole exercise?"
She turned and sat on the front edge of desk, now gazing at Brandon with naked anticipation.
Heart beating frantically, Brandon stared incredulously at his boss. There's no way she was actually going to make him wet himself, was there? His thoughts raced. This had to be illegal. How could she do this? Why him? Had she done this to other employees?
His thoughts were interrupted by another strong pulse from his bladder, sending a slightly larger leak into his pants. Brandon gasped and tightened his grip, looking down at his crotch. He thought he could see a tiny wet patch under his hand.
"Yeeeees," Stacey hissed, staring intently. She unhooked the top two buttons of her blouse, exposing her black, lacy bra. She licked her lips, looking for all the world like some sort of alien-lizard woman. Brandon half expected to see a scaly tail flick out from under her skirt.
He looked around wildly. This had gone too far, and the predatory look in Stacey's eyes was starting to scare him. Giving his dick a preparatory squeeze, he stood up from the uncomfortable chair.
"That's enough, Stacey," he declared, trying to keep his voice from shaking. "I'm leaving."
Stacey rose quickly from her perch on the desk, nearly eye-to-eye with Brandon in her 5-inch spike heels. Her EYES FLASHED dangerously, and her voice was icy when she spoke. "You take one step toward that door and you're fired."
Brandon's shoulders slumped, and he felt another spurt escape. "Y-you can't..." he stammered.
Smirking, Stacey straightened her shoulders. "Can't what?" she snapped. "I'm the boss. You report to me. Besides," she continued, looking far too pleased with herself for Brandon's liking. "Who would believe you anyway?"
Another leak squirted into Brandon's pants; the damp patch was now visible beyond his clutching fist. He whined softly, hunching over.
"That's it," Stacey purred, her breasts heaving as she leaned back onto her desk.
Brandon knew he had only seconds left. He couldn't believe this was happening, that his boss was actually going to force him to choose between keeping his job and wetting himself in front of her. His eyes began to well up with fear and anger. He opened his mouth to beg Stacey to let him leave.
Before he could get a single word out, a sharp pain knifed through his lower abdomen. Gasping in pain, Brandon released his grasp on his dick and dropped to one knee, clutching the back of the purple chair to keep from falling over completely.
Before his knee even hit the ground, urine burst out of him, flowing down his legs and expanding the stain on his pants at an alarming rate, cascading over the wrinkles left by his tight grip. The stain spread in all directions as the fabric of his pants couldn't keep up with the forceful gush of liquid.
"Yes!" Stacey moaned, watching fixedly. She reached under her skirt, fingers working furiously as she stared at the man kneeling in front of her, having an accident.
Brandon breathed heavily, his mind swimming, Red spots floated in front of his eyes as he wet uncontrollably through his gray slacks. Urine started to pool around his knee, soaking slowly into the thin, industrial carpet.
Stacey's moans escalated into shrieks as she brought herself to climax as Brandon finally finished peeing. She slumped back on the desk, eyes closed and panting hard.
Blinking tears out of his eyes, Brandon kept his head down, angry and humiliated. He couldn't bear to stay in that office another second, but fear of losing his job made him hesitant to move.
After nearly a minute, Stacey's breaths finally evened out, and she lazily opened her eyes, cheeks flushed with pleasure. "Well done, Mr. Charles," she whispered. "I think I'll let you keep your job." With a close-lipped grin, she reached out and placed one finger under Brandon's chin, raising his face to meet hers. "You may go."
Wrenching his head to the side, Brandon rose to his feet and bolted from the office. He could barely spare a thought to be grateful for the absence of his coworkers as he stumbled toward the parking garage, not even breaking stride as he passed his desk and snatched up his keys and briefcase.
In his car, Brandon finally paused, gripping the steering wheel with both hands, gulping in great breaths of air. He felt sick, violated. His soaked trousers pressed heavily against his groin and thighs, a constant reminder of what had just happened. He choked back a sob and started the car.
Brandon stumbled through the door to his apartment, dropped his briefcase on the floor, and flung his coat at the coat rack. Rubbing his hand over his eyes, he turned the corner to head through the kitchen and back to the bedroom to change.
"Surprise!"
Brandon stopped cold and stared stupidly at Vanessa, his girlfriend of 4 years, standing in front of the stove with her arms outstretched in glee.
The soft hum of the oven fan was the only sound as Brandon and Vanessa stared at each other, frozen. Vanessa's eager smile faded quickly as she watched Brandon's stunned reaction to her surprise; her face fell even further as her eyes traveled downward to the huge, wet stain on the front of his pants.
After several shocked seconds, they both began talking at once.
"What are you doing here?"
"Bran, what happened?"
"You're supposed to be in New York..."
"Honey, are you sick?"
"You flight isn't scheduled until tomorrow..."
"Babe, what happened?"
"Vanessa!"
Hearing the fear and urgency in her boyfriend's voice, Vanessa bit back her questions momentarily. Drawing in a steadying breath, she responded cautiously, "I finished early and moved up my flight. I wanted to surprise you," she added, suddenly abashed at her spur-of-the-moment plan.
Brandon exhaled slowly, closing his eyes. Of course there was no way to hide his accident from Vanessa. He'd have to explain it to her, even though he'd honestly been planning on trying never to think about it again.
Hesitantly, Vanessa took a step toward Brandon. "Bran," she started softly. "Are you OK?"
Sighing, Brandon clenched and unclenched his fists. He turned his head to the side, staring at the baseboards under the cupboards. Vanessa waited patiently, knowing better than to push him.
Finally, haltingly, Brandon started talking, telling Vanessa the whole story: being called into Stacey's cabin, being accused of falling behind at work, the many glasses of water, the texts, the final threat.
At that point, Brandon's voice cracked. "Ness, what could I do? We need that job!" He swallowed thickly. "I couldn't hold it. I tried, but I just couldn't help it. It started coming out, and I fell, and I had an ac-accident and she just s-sat there, watching and loving every second!"
Vanessa closed the gap between then, grabbing Brandon's hands.
"It was awful," Brandon choked. "How can I go back there? She knows she owns me now! She could make me do it again!" WIth a whimper, he leaned his forehead against Vanessa's. "But I can't quit..."
"Bran..." Vanessa whispered, her eyes filling with sympathetic tears. "Yes, you can."
Grimacing, Brandon shook his head. "There are no other accounting firms in town, and you haven't been able to find work..."
"Babe," Vanessa looked up at the man she loved with a small smile on her face. "I did. I got the job."
Brandon blinked. "What?"
"They offered it to me at the end of the interview. That's why I flew back early - to tell you," Vanessa held Brandon's face in her hands. "We're moving to New York, Bran. You don't have to go back to that woman."
Brandon let out a strangled cry and dropped to his knees for the second time in an hour. Vanessa wrapped her arms around him as he finally started to sob, releasing all the fear, humiliation, and rage of the afternoon. Vanessa held his against her chest, stroking his hair and whispering soothing words.
"I start in two weeks, and they're covering moving costs. There are hundreds of accounting firms in New York, and HR said they'd help you network," Vanessa explained, softly but excitedly, as Brandon cried.
Finally, Brandon's sobs dissolved into sniffles. Vanessa knelt in front of him and gazed into his eyes. "It's going to be OK, Bran."
Brandon wiped his eyes and nodded, acutely aware of the drenched pants still clinging to his legs.
Rising, Vanessa pulled Brandon to his feet. "I still have to finish dinner," she said, squeezing his hands gently. "I wasn't expecting you home for another hour. You go get cleaned up, and then we'll eat."
Smiling slightly for the first time all day, Brandon leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Thanks, Ness." Then he walked past her and headed into the bedroom, ready to physically and emotionally wash off the horror of the day, knowing that he'd never have to go through it again. |
Here is a fictional story which I have woven around some events early in life and some fantasies which I enjoy writing about, I hope you like it.
I am sure we can all remember when we first started school and there would often be ‘accidents’ when someone in the classroom would wet themselves. There was one girl called Pam who I really liked and we used to play together, but I remember that she was just too shy to ask to go to the toilet and, as a result, she would sometimes end up wetting herself. She didn’t seem to cry or get upset about it, but would just sit quietly and, if she couldn’t hold on, then would let go and wee in her knickers.
One summer, when we were aged about 9, she had come to play in our garden. It was hot and we had the paddling pool on the lawn but we where running about in our shorts and teeshirts. We were drinking soft drinks and suddenly I realised I needed a wee; I began hopping about and holding myself as we were both laughing a lot, and I said that I really needed to go.
She also started to cross her legs and hop about and said she really needed a wee as well. I said that I really had to go in to use the toilet, but I didn't, and we carried on running around and playing, both ignoring the need for a wee.
She suddenly stopped and sat down, holding herself between the legs, and said she was nearly wetting herself and would if we didn't stop laughing. I had, for some reason, always been intrigued when she had wet herself at school and now I began to hope she would do it again, here in the garden where we were playing.
I sat down beside her and asked why she hadn’t gone inside to use the toilet yet, and she said it was because she knew that I was also dying for a wee and I hadn’t. She then looked at me and said when she was on holiday at the beach her mum told her it was ok to wee through her swimsuit in the sea if there were no toilets. She then said if we were both so desperate, why didn't we just do that now on the grass instead of going inside to use the toilet, which we couldn't be bothered to do, why didn't we just wet ourselves. It wouldn't matter as we could then jump into the paddling pool and splash around and get soaking wet to hide it.
I laughed and said I liked to wee in my trunks at the seaside as well. Secretly, I liked the idea of us both being naughty and wetting ourselves and I also really wanted to see her wet herself in front of me.
We stood up and looked at each other and started running around again playing, but then she suddenly stopped and began holding herself between the legs, and then she squatted down. As I looked, I saw the crotch of her denim shorts getting wet and turning darker as she let go and wet her knickers and shorts in front of me. I could hear it hissing through her shorts. She smiled at me as she did it, and said now it was my turn. I looked at her and at the spreading wet patch in her shorts, and I thought this was a wonderful sight. By now I was bursting and so I stood still and, after a moment, I started to let go and felt myself begin to wee, I could feel the warmth as I started to wet my pants and shorts as well, soaking them through.
When we had finished we both quickly jumped into the paddling pool and splashed around getting our clothes soaking wet so no one would know.
A few weeks later I remember we were playing hide and seek with friends and I hid in the same place as Pam, behind some bushes. While we were hiding she began jiggling about and holding herself, clearly wanting a wee. We were trying to keep quiet and not get found but began giggling together, and I began to hope that something would happen.
She looked at me and said she really needed a wee, like she had when we were playing in the garden, and was quite desperate. This time she was wearing a cotton summer dress, which she then hitched up, and began to squeeze herself with her hand and crossed her legs. But it was to no avail, as I watched she began to slowly wet herself in front of me. Once she had started, she lifted up her dress out of the way and stood with her legs apart and I could see the wee soaking through the crotch of her knickers and dripping onto the ground. She looked at me but, since I had seen her wet herself before, she didn’t seem to be too embarrassed and I was actually really excited by what had happened, so all I could manage was to promise that I wouldn’t tell anyone else, and she went off home to change her wet knickers.
After we went to secondary school we were put into different classes, but we still had mutual friends and would see each other from time to time at the youth club as we were growing up.
One evening we were together and were fooling around, when she suggested playing truth or dare. After a few rounds of ‘which celebrity we really fancied’ and the like, she asked me if I had ever fancied her, and insisted that I tell her the truth. In reality I’d had a crush on her for a long time, so I said yes I did, and I asked if she would go out with me. And so we became a couple.
We already knew each other quite well having grown up together and, when we were chatting once, the conversation came around to the time in the garden when we had been playing and had decided to wet our pants, and we had a laugh about it. She started telling me about her being too shy to ask to go to the toilet when she was young and, as a result, ending up wetting herself at school. I asked if she also remembered the sunny summer's day when we were playing hide and seek, and she smiled and said yes, she did recall having to go home to change her wet knickers. I said that I had never told anyone about it, but had kept the secret.
I was getting quite excited by the conversation, so I then asked her if she had ever wet herself again when she was older. She looked at me and said I would probably think she was awful, but she had fairly recently. She said that she was walking home from school with some girl friends and there was a torrential rainstorm; they had on blazers and school dresses and so they were soon soaked through. She said that she and another girl were also dying for a wee and they began laughing, saying they might as well just wet themselves, no one would know as they were already soaked through from the rain. Well Pam decided to do just that and, as they stood around chatting, she started to let go and slowly wet her knickers without telling them. She said that after she left them and walked alone down the road to her own house she decided to just let go and completely wet herself. When she got home she just took off all of her soaking wet clothes, put them in the wash and went for a shower.
I asked what it had felt like and she said it was lovely and warm when she was wearing cold wet clothes, and she had actually quite liked the warm feeling when she was wetting herself.
All of this talk had got me quite turned on. I got up and made us some more coffee and, while I did that, Pam told me that she needed to go to the toilet. However, when I brought the coffees back and sat down and we carried on talking, Pam made no effort to get up and go to the bathroom.
I suggested we played truth or dare again and she said ok, I could go first. Now was my moment. I plucked up courage and decided to dare her not to go to the bathroom for a wee, but to drink her coffee and then to hold on for as long as she could.
She said that she had needed to go to for a while and it was now getting quite urgent, but she would drink the coffee and see how long she could wait. I asked her if she liked it when she was desperate and dying for a wee, and she admitted that she did.
It was then her turn for a dare, she looked at me for a moment, and then she challenged me to tell her the truth about what I was thinking about, whatever was in my mind at that time.
I said that I was thinking about that time in the garden, when we were children, when we had both been bursting for a wee but had held on and ended up deliberately wetting ourselves, and also about the second time when we were hiding in the bushes and she had been desperate and had accidentally wet herself. She asked me if it turned me on thinking about those things, and I said yes it did.
By now we had finished the coffee and Pam said she was really desperate for a wee and would need to go to the bathroom soon, but it was my turn for a dare.
I looked at her and said I had dared her to hold on for as long as possible, but now I said that I didn’t want her to go to the bathroom for a wee even though she was desperate, instead I dared her to wet her knickers for me. She laughed and said ok, but it wouldn't be the first time she had done it would it. I said no, but it was the first time as an adult.
At the time we were sitting in the house, but it was a warm summer’s evening, so we decided to go into the garden, which is quite secluded. Pam was wearing a very sexy mini skirt with a white blouse, she had on no tights as it was the summer, and she wore little sandels on her feet. We strolled around the lawn and then sat on a garden bench.
Pam said she was by now really desperate and crossed her legs, and then after a few minutes said she couldn’t hold on any more and was nearly wetting herself.
She stood up in front of me and lifted the front of her mini skirt so I could just see the colour of her pale pink knickers beneath. She stood with her legs slightly apart, looked at me and smiled and said that this was a very naughty dare, but she would do it for me.
We waited a few moments, nothing happened, her knickers were dry, but she closed her eyes to concentrate and was clearly trying to wet herself. By now my mouth had gone really dry and my heart was racing.
As I watched she began to wee, slowly at first, and I saw a small dark patch appear as her pale pink knickers began to get wet between her legs. It stopped for a moment, and then began to spread again as the colour turned darker pink, and she slowly wet herself. She looked at me and smiled, and continued to wee more and more, emptying her full bladder and soaking her knickers and the grass.
By now I was horny as hell, with a massive erection bulging in my pants. I leaned across and gently touched the warm, soaking wet cotton, rubbing her between the legs. We gently kissed each other, and we were by now both so turned on we couldn’t help it. |
A/N: Another commission for my most loyal customer! Kept things mostly to book canon, simply because I like those better, but the concept can be understood by fans of the movie, of course!
After days of preparing for the event, and hours of getting ready, Princess Amelia Mignonette Grimaldi Thermopolis Renaldo, who preferred to simply go by Mia, had arrived at the formal dinner that she had been invited to attend. Though it was not her sort of affair, as a princess, she was in no position to turn down such an invitation, and had to suffer through having her nails fixed (again), her hair properly trimmed and styled, and being stuffed into a proper dress.
It was sure to be a long night, and one where she would not have many chances to sneak off and write in her journal, her only form of entertainment at these events. She had recently been chastised by her grandmother for her frequent trips to the bathroom to write, saying that it was improper for a lady to have to excuse herself so much. Once a night was enough, if that, and anything more was only for the most dire of emergencies, not for some time alone with a notebook and pen.
She stepped out of her limo, ushered in with her grandmother and their bodyguards in tow, and went through the long and boring process of greeting and being greeted by every person of importance in the room. It was as this was happening that she began to wonder if the soda she had had before getting ready was really such a good idea.
She hadn't felt anything when she was being dressed, and after that, there had been such a rush, there was no time to even think about such a thing, but now that she had fallen into the monotonous pattern of greetings, the twinges in her bladder were able to make themselves known to her. It was a small discomfort at the moment, nothing she couldn't ignore, and she felt confident that if she just waited patiently through the greetings and a course or two of the meal, it would be fine for her to excuse herself and take care of the problem.
And after approximately twenty minutes of those boring greetings, she still felt fine about it. It wasn't as if she hadn't had to hold it in the past, through classes or princess lessons, or on dates with Michael back in the early days of their relationship, when she was still a little shy around him. She was entirely capable of waiting these things out when she had to.
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As the first course was served, she noticed with delight that the staff had actually remembered her vegetarian status and left her plate free of meat. Granted, that meant that her portion was significantly smaller than everyone else's, but she didn't mind much if it meant that she didn't have to find a polite way to turn the meat down.
All was going so well that she could almost forget her little predicament that was becoming less and less little by the moment. She found herself fidgeting in her seat, trying to keep the slight movements as small as possible so as not to attract any unwanted attention. If she could just coast through another course or two, she was sure that there would be no problem with her getting up for a little bit.
But the second course (still, luckily, meat free for her) went by even slower than the first, the staff taking quite some time to clear away the original dishes, and even longer to bring the next set out. On top of that, the company present had no interested in eating hurriedly.
She soon found her focus drifting from the meal, instead only being able to feel just how desperate she was becoming. It was increasing exponentially, and each passing second made it harder and harder to control. The aches coming from her bladder were painful, and she crossed her legs at the ankles to try and relieve some of the pressure.
The third course came at last, and she decided as soon as the plates around her were empty, she would take her leave. All she had to do was make it to the end of this course, and everything would be okay. She squirmed whenever she thought nobody would notice, but nothing helped. Occasionally she would place a hand in her lap and press down, but the relief brought from that didn't last long at all.
She started to worry that she wouldn't make it. With how tight her dress was, it left no room for any further expansion of her bladder and added so much pressure that she felt that any false movements might cause it to press too hard into her and leave her soaking wet and humiliated in front of everyone.
Each passing second brought more and more agony as she tried to keep from twisting around in her chair and grabbing herself in an obvious manner. The end of this course could not come soon enough, and if only she hadn't been scolded about constantly disappearing to the bathroom with her journal! This wouldn't have even been a problem under those circumstances, but now she had to worry more about her public appearances.
She tapped her foot, grateful for the carpet that cushioned any sound it might have made, and grit her teeth. Just a few more minutes and she would be home free. She just had to last a few more minutes of this torture. Her hand shook as she picked up a fork to finish off what was left on her plate.
She watched with a scrutinizing eye as everyone else finished off their meals, and waited for what seemed like hours for the help to come around and clear the plates. Finally, she could excuse herself!
“I, uh...I'll be off to the powder room,” she said, hoping that that had been the phrase she had been taught to say in such a situation. It was hard to remember with her desperation taking up so much of her focus. She wasted no time in getting up and walking off at the slow pace necessary to avoid jostling her bladder too much.
Just as she made it into an empty hallway, she was doubled over, hands pressed against the skirt of her dress, though it was so thick that this hardly made a difference. Her thighs were pressed against each other as she hobbled toward the bathroom, feeling a few dribbles leak out as she did. By the time she reached the bathroom, she was sure that there was a sizable wet patch on her panties that was only going to grow if she didn't get her dress out of the way quickly.
But the skirts were so billowy and heavy, that lifting them proved to be a problem, and once she had them up, she needed both hands to keep them up. She didn't have a hand left to pull down her panties. She was so dangerously close to wetting herself that if she didn't come up with a solution to this problem soon, that was exactly what would happen. And the pressure of the situation and pressure on her bladder made it impossible to actually try to formulate a good plan.
When another bit leaked out, this time escaping her panties and running down her leg, she realized in a panic that she would not be able to stop the rest from coming out. Giving up, she sat down on the toilet just in time for the long, hot stream of piss to jet out, soaking through her panties completely. She sighed in relief, not even caring that she was technically wetting herself because it just felt that good.
After her aching bladder was finally empty, she stood up, wondering what to do now. It seemed that she would just have to pretend like nothing had happened and hope that no one would find out. And as Mia walked back to the dinner, wet and a little uncomfortable, she realized that she really had lucked out. There was no way anyone would ever be able to tell just what had happened under her dress! |
A/N: Hey, kiddos, looks like I've finally resorted to writing fanfiction of my own lameass story. I guess I should give some background on this character. Avery Darcy is a cocky son of a bitch whose leading character trait is his own arrogance. He's spent his life hopping from job to job, because every time he sees somebody being good at something, he wants to prove that he's better. Eventually, he turned to crime, donning a lame mask that doesn't even conceal his identity at all, and is finally content. His villainous actions start a trend and a few other similar criminals pop up. When attempting to kidnap Officer Kenneth Raine's twin sister, Corina, he discovers her obsession with him and the others and instead decides to mentor her, falling hopelessly in love with her. So yeah, that's him. Now, on with the actual story, which is going to be a multi-part because I can't help but write this like an actual part of the novel and give more detail than necessary.
“Up and at 'em, Darcy! We've got a busy day!”
The blonde man could hear the familiar feminine voice, and he could feel her hands on his shoulders, shaking him, but he could not bring himself to open his eyes. He hoped that she would get the message and leave him be, but Corina Raine was not a woman to be deterred by an unresponsive Avery Darcy.
“Looks like he's still asleep! Well, well, how should I go about waking him up? A bucket of water? Nah, that's overdone...ooh! I could just kick him around until he gets up or pistol whip him or...”
“Jesus, I'm up,” he groaned, finally opening his eyes and turning to face the petite brunette in his bed. Sleeping was one of the rare occasions that he didn't wear his mask, and his electric blue eyes were especially striking without it. She grinned at him, and he couldn't resist smiling back.
“I don't know why you're the one who has such a hard time getting up in the morning,” she said, running a hand through his hair, which stuck up a few places. “They're your plans, and last time I checked, we should both be equally tired. Yet you're the one who can't get out of bed while I'm the one with all the energy!”
“I'm sure it's just you sucking it out of me,” he replied with his signature smirk that had earned him quite a bit of popularity with the ladies, present company included.
“Oh, please,” she huffed, sitting up. “I was just an innocent little girl until you came along and corrupted me!”
“An innocent little girl with scrapbooks full of mugshots and crime bulletins.”
“I'm going to kill you one of these days,” she said with a giggle.
“Only if that brother of yours doesn't get me first!”
~X~
After a shower, the two set out to get dressed for the day. Corina went for her usual pink and black ensemble, topped off as always by curling her normally stick-straight brown hair, a pair of goggles on her head, and a red lipstick that clashed horribly with all the pink she wore. Meanwhile, Darcy put on his usual outfit of a pair of black pants, a white button down and black tie, a powder blue suit jacket, and his black eye mask.
He admired himself, saying, “I look great today.”
“You look great every day,” his lover replied, rolling her eyes. “And you feel the need to point it out every day too.”
“I'm just being honest,” he said with a shrug. “Would it be better if I said we both looked good every day?”
“You are such an asshole that it isn't even funny,” she replied, but laughed anyway as she sauntered off to their kitchen. “What do you for breakfast? We don't have much, but I'll see what I can do.”
“Nah, I'm not that hungry,” he said. “Do we have any orange juice left?”
“You almost bashed my head in the last time I finished it off without asking first. I don't even touch the stuff anymore!”
“You almost bashed my head in a couple nights ago for...what was it again? I believe what you said was, 'Just to see if it'll actually work!'”
“I was kidding!” Corina said, throwing her hands up in exasperation. “Never gonna let me live that one down, are you? Sheesh, here's your damn orange juice.” She handed him the glass she had poured. He not only took it, but the carton as well.
“Just for that, I'm not gonna share with you at all,” he said, shrugging. “I'll finish it off by myself!”
“See if I care,” she taunted, sitting across from him. “I didn't want to smudge my lipstick anyway.” She laughed as she watched him down his glass and then drain the rest of the carton. Neither of them really stopped to think of any future consequences for this action, focused only on their little game of messing with one another.
~X~
“So what was the plan for today?”
“You've already forgotten?”
“I didn't forget, I just get them mixed up sometimes,” she said. “So? Is today the jewelry store mix up or the zoo thing?”
“Corina, both of those were your ideas, and I already told you that they don't even make sense! We don't stand to gain from either, and I don't even think the zoo one is possible.”
“Come on, they'd be so great! Imagine this! You're a jeweler, and you're super nervous cos your store's been robbed, but when you go in, it looks like nothing's gone! Upon closer inspection, however, it's not your stock! It's all from some other store! And the zoo one is totally possible if all the animals are sedated while I put the masks on them.”
He sighed before saying. “Anyway, today's agenda includes a petty robbery to distract your brother and the others- which, we will of course, frame Andromeda for to throw him off a little more- while we hit the art exhibit that's touring downtown. We take whatever paintings your little heart desires, cause a little ruckus, and get out, just like that.”
“Will there be a car chase?”
“If you're lucky. Now, come on. We're almost to the bank. I need you to do exactly as I tell you so that they think Andromeda did it, alright?”
~X~
After the couple had finished up their distraction, they were heading downtown as quickly as possible, not wanting to be linked to the previous crime. If all went according to Darcy's plan, Officer Raine would be too caught up with trying to track down an innocent Andromeda that they would have little resistance with his real plan for the day.
It was as they were driving that he felt a small twinge in his lower abdomen and realized that, after downing all the orange juice to prove a point to Corina, he had hurried her out to the car to begin the day, not stopping at the bathroom as he did so. It stood to reason, therefore, that he would have to pee eventually, but he hadn't considered that possibility until just now. It wasn't as if it was that bad, though, and time was precious; he could forget about it for now.
And so he said nothing to Corina about his small problem, and they continued on their way. It wouldn't be long before they could head back home and he was sure that the need wouldn't even be close to desperation at that point. Everything was going to be fine, he was sure, because his plan had been perfect.
But he always forgot how Corina sometimes took matters into her own hands, and he didn't yet realize that she had not done exactly as she had been told.
A/N: Not much desperation yet but I'm drawing it out and all. Not sure how many parts this will have, but at least three. Sorry I chose to write about these dumb characters, but I haven't been able to get the thought of him wetting out of my head for a while now. Not to worry, I'm still hard at work on my commissions and art trades, but I will be working on this during my breaks and such.
Edited March 23, 2015 by Harley Quinn
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A/N: An update on the story. Here's a link to my gallery folder with stuff on this stupid story, if anyone wants further context: http://xcaligula.deviantart.com/gallery/52590145/Corina-Raine
I doubt you guys do, cos it's pretty explained so far, but hey. Too much bullshit action in this chapter, not enough omo. Next chapter will have some good desperation.
Upon arriving downtown, Darcy and Corina parked the car somewhere easily accessible for their getaway, yet secluded enough that no one could see it to recognize it. They then got out and linked arms, sauntering into the building that was hosting the touring exhibit, both pulling out a gun as they did so.
The reactions were instantaneous. Darcy had been around for quite some time, and there was not a soul in the city who did not feel a surge of fear (besides his fangirls, anyway) when they saw a blonde man in a mask. Corina had been quick to make a name for herself as his lover, and since the two were rarely seen apart, it would not be hard to guess who the woman on his arm was.
“Hey, everyone!” she called out, waving with her gun hand. “Don't mind us! We're just here cos Darcy wants to treat me to some new goodies. We'll just be having a look around!”
The people around them stood frozen in fear, afraid even the slightest movement might cause one of them to start shooting. No one had the courage to do something to alert the police, so the couple could move about freely, picking over the paintings on display, Darcy taking whatever looked the most valuable and Corina taking whatever she liked the best.
He usually ended up picking up several things she had discarded, and would scold her for not paying attention to the value, but she never listened, preferring to do things her own way. It was as he was following along behind her, taking whatever she had missed to add to his pile, that he felt a harsh twinge from his bladder. He had managed to forget about his little problem for a bit, but now it was starting to get annoying.
“Have we looked at everything yet?” he asked his companion. “I think it's time to start loading up and heading out.”
“What? But we've hardly had any fun,” she whined. “Aren't we gonna mess with these guys at all?”
“I think just us being here will be enough for them,” he replied. “Finish up looking at the paintings, okay? And be quick about it.”
“Jeez, fine,” she mumbled. “I don't know what's got you in such a hurry...you're starting to get boring...” She said more, but her mumbles became indistinguishable.
In truth, he would have liked to stay longer and watch her do whatever it was she would do to “mess with” the people there. He loved watching her work, even if half of what she did was nonsense that didn't really benefit them in the long run. She had talent and she had ideas, and that was what he had seen when he had met her. All she needed was a little guidance, but even when she did things he didn't see as necessary, she was still so adorably entertaining about it! But the fact of the matter was, he had to piss, and he didn't want to chance anything by staying here too much longer.
Corina, on the other hand, seemed to have other ideas. She walked around slowly, scrutinizing every little thing, and would pick something up, study it, put it back, study it some more, then take it again. Occasionally, she would put it back a second time and leave it, or even go through the whole process three times. She made it obvious that she was in no hurry, and his bladder began to ache as he watched her, tapping his foot.
She was up to something. Of that he was sure, though he wasn't sure what exactly she was up to. She most likely didn't know about his predicament, so she probably wasn't trying to prolong it, but there was something that she was waiting on and she would not let them leave until it happened. Darcy fidgeted, resisting the urge to beg her to hurry it up. She would probably only go slower if he did.
As he switched from tapping his foot to shifting his weight, he worried that this might get out of control. He really should have been more cautious when drinking all that orange juice, for it was all hitting him at once and it was hitting hard. He wondered if it would ruin his image too much if he just went into one of the public bathrooms while she was looking around.
It was just as he was becoming desperate enough to try that that he heard an all-too-familiar male voice call out, “Drop your weapons and freeze!”
“Really, we go through this every time,” he said casually, managing to mask the panic that overtook him as he realized what was happening. He turned to face Officer Kenneth Raine, and continued, “You and I both know I'm not going to do either of those things and if you really expect her-” He pointed at Corina with his thumb- “to still listen to you, then you really haven't been paying much attention lately.”
Kenneth sighed. “I know, I know, but it's a formality. I'm still in uniform, even with the mask on.” He had first donned a mask almost identical to Darcy's when Corina had run away, thinking that if he played along, he might be able to reach out to her and get her to come back home. However, this had only fueled her further.
“How'd you find us so quickly, anyway? Shouldn't you be out chasing down your little girlfriend?”
“Well, the musical program you guys left was pretty convincing,” said Kenneth. “A former actress like Andromeda, who is not my girlfriend, would leave something like that as a marker, and she actually has a few times in the past. But she wouldn't kiss it wearing Corina's lipstick.”
“What?” He whirled around to face Corina, who had walked up behind him as all of this was going on. “Corina, why would you do that? My instructions were clear! We were supposed to frame Andromeda!”
“I know, I know, but, see, I didn't want to.”
“You didn't want to? Why would you not want to make this easier on us?” He could almost kill her for this, but if he did that, then he would lose the number advantage over Kenneth and that would only make this last longer.
“Because it's never any fun when Kenny doesn't show up! It's just in and out, in and out! So I figured if we couldn't do the zoo thing, I might as well get to have some fun today!” she argued. “By the way, you were super slow today, brother dear. You have no idea how long I had to stall Darcy!”
“Corina, please stop this,” her brother said. “I can help you. You can come back home, and it'll be just like it u-”
“I'm not in the mood for your sentimentalities today!” Darcy interrupted. “I'm also not in the mood for a fight today, not that she left me with much of a choice.”
“You don't even have to fight! You can just stand back and watch, if you want, since you're so boring today,” said Corina.
“I do not 'sit back and watch',” he said, grabbing her by the wrist and taking off running, yanking her along behind him. “And you don't get to fight him either!” He was getting out of there no matter what, even though it meant leaving the paintings behind. He'd rather lose that score than lose control of his bladder in such a public setting.
Kenneth didn't miss a beat, chasing after his sister and her lover. Darcy tried to think of some way to hinder him and throw him off their trail. He grabbed a random woman, still frozen in terror, as he passed her, and flung her off to the side, taking off in the opposite direction, but Kenneth didn't even stop to check on her.
“Wow, talk about being an asshole,” he taunted. The woman got up and ran, and the others began to follow suit, not wanting to be used for a hostage situation. He wanted to scream in frustration as he watched his options dwindle.
“Corina, do you have any magic tricks up your sleeve that might get us out of this one?”
She was no longer resisting his pull, but she shook her head. “I don't want to get out of this one yet! I told you!”
“Corina.” He tried to sound level and reasonable- or at least as level and reasonable as he could while running and also resisting the urge to shoot her. “If you help me out of this, I will let you do the zoo thing and the jewelry store mixup, and anything else you want to do this week. Just do something!”
“Alright, alright! But you'd better not go back on that promise!” She slowed a bit to reach into her boot and pull out the white-tipped black magician wand that she brought along everywhere. “Do I have to do something complicated? Cos I haven't surveyed enough of the area and-”
“Then just conjure some explosive to throw around!” he snapped.
“Oh my god, would you please not be a total prick for once in your life?” But she did as told, saying some stupid incantation that he was sure she had made up. She then reached into his jacket pocket and produced a small, crude looking pipe bomb that he knew had not been there early. She tapped at the fuse with her wand and it lit as she threw it with as much force as she could manage.
This was not something Kenneth could ignore, and he had to turn back. This gave them the opening they needed and the two escaped around a corner into a long hallway. Darcy groaned as he realized he had no idea where in the building they even were. They had to either keep moving or hide before Kenneth caught up to them, but he didn't know which would be best.
As he stood there, contemplating, a sharp pain in his bladder nearly caused him to double over. He needed to reorient and figure out where they were, but he didn't have the time to keep standing around thinking. They would have to hide until Kenneth had passed, but that could take a long time.
Realizing he didn't have any other option, he sighed in frustration and lead Corina to a closet door, shoving her in before closing the door behind them. He could only hope that he could wait this one out.
A/N: Sorry for da bullshit. I always get too carried away with my OCs. That feel when this feels so canon that I'm tempted to put it in the actual story even though that would narrow my readers considerably. |
A/N: The third and final part. The desperation is for real this time, no fooling around with bullshit action or exposition! All omo, all the time!
“Do you really think a closet is gonna keep him from finding us?” asked Corina after a few moments of silence. She didn't sound at all put out by the idea of them being found, though.
“I hope so,” replied Darcy. “I'm sure he expected us to go the most obvious way out, so if we just wait here, we should miss having to deal with him completely and be on our merry way.”
“Fine, fine,” she huffed. “Go ahead and be boring.” After a moment, he saw her smile mischievously and she placed a hand on his arm. “You know, there's still a chance for us to have some fun today. Wanna mess around a little?”
The thought of having Corina right now, mid-attempted-robbery was tempting, and would honestly be incredibly arousing to him any other day, but the sharp throbs in his bladder told him that he was in no position to get his freak on. He could hardly stand still in the cramped closet, and he hoped Corina did not notice this.
“I don't think this is a good time,” was all that he said.
“Why not?” she asked with a whine. “There's just something about this setting that seems perfect to me! And besides, if Kenny did happen to find us, he'd probably be so freaked out seeing his sister doing the do that he would just run off! It'd be hilarious and you know.”
He did know it, but he also knew that he could not handle any more pressure on his overfull bladder and he crossed his legs at the ankles. “I don't think so,” he said, shaking his head. “Just wait until we get home.” He hoped that he could do the same thing, where his desperation was concerned.
Suddenly, her hands were on his shoulders, and he was surprised enough by the attack that he did not fight back as she pushed him to a sitting position, straddling him. Her ass pressed directly against his bladder and he had to fight off tears that sprung up in his eyes. This was, without a doubt, the worst torture he had faced.
“Are you sure about that?” she asked in a low, seductive tone. “You know how I hate waiting...” She ground against him a bit, which only served to make the pressure even worse. He felt a small leak escape him, which he hoped was not enough to soak through his pants.
She showed no reaction, so he assumed that it did not, but it caused him to panic nonetheless, and he shoved her off of him roughly. “I said no, you stupid bitch!” he snarled, standing up quickly to relieve the pressure that sitting gave him.
She looked up at him, confused, before rolling her eyes. “What has gotten into you today?” she asked, standing up as well. “You're being more of an ass than you usually are. Is something wrong?”
“Nothing's wrong,” he mumbled, crossing his legs again. He bounced his knees once, but did not dare do it anymore, for it might make the situation obvious to her. Still, every part of him begged him to put his hands between his legs and squirm about like a kid rather than play it cool.
“Mhmm,” she said sarcastically. “Nothing's wrong at all. You're just in a snit for no reason. Okay.” She smiled innocently, but he could tell from one look at her eyes that she was not done with the subject.
She watched him intently from that point on, and he tried to remain totally still, despite the agony he was in. However, there were times when he could not resist fidgeting a bit and he would notice he smirk a bit. She was catching on, and it would not be long before she knew for sure exactly what was wrong with him.
He felt a sudden, strong throb that caused his to double over, a hand at his crotch as he leaked enough to soak through just the tiniest bit. It would not show on his black pants, but he could feel a slight dampness as he pulled his hand away, face burning. The look on Corina's face could only be described as malicious and thrilled.
“Oh, I see what's going on!” she said triumphantly.
“Yes, Corina,” he said, annoyed. “I have to piss, and rather badly. I have been trying to avoid drawing out this heist as much as possible all day, but you've made things difficult for me at every turn, so now I'm trapped in a closet, trying not to piss myself. Now you know. Happy?”
She threw her head back, cackling wildly, and he dearly hoped that Kenneth was not within earshot, as her laughter would be a dead give away. It took her quite some time to recover from her little giggle fit, and when she did, she had to wipe tears away from her eyes.
“Oh, that is just rich,” she said. “Mr. Arrogant himself, about to have a little accident! God, if your little fangirls knew about this one!”
He glared sharply at her, trying to mask his humiliation at her taunting. He wanted to say something cutting, to lash out and put her in her place, but all he could focus on now was holding it. If he wet himself now, and let Corina win, he would never forgive himself. He figured that since she already knew he was desperate, he did not have to care about what she saw him do, and he grabbed himself, squirming with no reservations and ignoring the little giggles he heard from her.
“He's got to be gone now,” he said through grit teeth, after an agonizing period of waiting. He had to get to a bathroom soon, or else he would be soaking his pants. “We should try to leave.”
“I dunno, I think we should wait here a bit longer!” she said teasingly. Really, he could smack her, but that would require moving his hands and that was not an option at the moment.
“Well, we're not going to,” was his only reply, and he pulled one hand away to open the closet door. He quickly put it back as he hobbled out, incredibly aware of how ridiculous he must look. He was at his breaking point, and each step felt like a stab to the lower stomach. “Come on, come on,” he said quietly to himself. A public bathroom was in sight, and he was just a few feet away from the relief he longed for.
He doubled over again, a strong wave of desperation hitting him, and he found that he could no longer walk. Each time he attempted to take another step, he would have to stop to avoid losing complete control. He had to get a hold of himself, he had to keep going, he couldn't just stand here or else he would...
But he did. Before he could regain his control, his bladder gave up the good fight and he felt a warm rush of piss against his hands as it flooded his pants. He pulled his hands back as it ran down a leg, splashing his shoes and hitting the floor with a loud hiss. He could just barely see his pants darken, and he sighed with relief. For just a moment, he enjoyed the feeling of not having to hold it anymore, and he ignored his humiliation at having wet himself.
But then he heard Corina break into hysterical, malicious laughter, and he remembered just how angry he was that he had ended up in a situation like this. He turned to look at her, face a bit red, and snapped, “This is all your fault, you know!”
“What?” she asked, barely able to stop laughing and catch her breath. “It is so totally not my fault. That's what you get for being so selfish about the orange juice. If you can't hold it, ya gotta deal with the consequences, love!”
Again, the thought of killing her entered his mind, but once enough time had passed for him to forgive her for this, he would miss her, so he didn't. “If you hadn't drug things out against my wishes like you did, this wouldn't have happened! And not only did you mess things up and cause me to piss myself, you also ruined the whole plan! We had to run away so quickly that we didn't get a single painting!”
She grinned and said, “Not so, dear, not so!” And with that, she pulled out her wand again and tapped it against his pocket, saying, “Abraca-Darcy!” She then produced a large canvas with a gaudy painting of a flamingo that he knew would not be worth much and that he didn't even recall seeing among the display. “At least we got away with this little gem!”
Really. He could kill her.
A/N: Corina, you fucking troll. Hope you guys enjoyed seeing this story with my lame characters. I'm hoping to write some for other characters, particularly one of Corina's love interests, and one with the three female characters at once. |
-- Hey guys, this is my first chapter in what I hope to be a pretty decent series. I wrote this tonight and tried to get all the kinks (haha) out! I hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think. This was a fun series to start, and I have few different ideas where I might take it! --
Chapter 1 - The Battle For Zaofu
A gush of wind, a blast of fire. Her hits are missing one after the other. The battle is filled with noises, making it hard for her to concentrate. Amongst the people and the machines, she spots her again – Kuvira! Metal benders have a way of dodging all of her attacks, but this one in particular; oh she wanted to see her defeated. With a blast of powerful wind, Korra rushes up to Kuvira and punches her face, sending Kuvira back. Using metal wires, Kuvira corrects herself before landing on the ground. “Zaofu will be mine Korra! Step aside and keep out of Earth Empire official business!” Korra scoffs, “Zaofu has right to separate from your empire Kuvira. Turn back now, or we will stop you!” With that Kuvira laughs, and then rushes up at whips a metal wire at Korra. Blow for blow they go at it, each matched in power. The avatar parries multiple hits, but gets hit with a chunk of her from random soldier. She smacks against a fallen mecha tank, and feels the first pang in her bladder. “Soldier! Stand down! Korra is mine!” Kuvira yells. She turns to Korra. “Get up avatar, and fight me!”
Korra obliges, and forces herself up. She feels the need to pee, quite badly. “This is the worst possible time for this” She thinks to herself. “That hit was something fierce, it wasn’t this bad before”. Ignoring the feeling, she gathers herself, and with a yell, continues her attack. Fire, earth, wind, water, fire. The elements are swinging all around her, forcing their way through the battle field. Kuvira goes on the defensive, blocking what she can. Korra continues with her barrage, hoping desperately for this battle to end soon. “So many innocent lives!” She enrages with the thought of the people fighting.
The fight goes on for some time. On equal footing, the battle goes back and forth. The need of a bathroom increases with every failed block. Korra needs to find a way out, lest she be humiliated in front of the entire Earth empire army. She thinks. Maybe a distraction, or some cover and she can run – if only for a few minutes. Kuvira is looking tired, a good hit against her might give her some time to get away. With that, Korra makes up her mind. Charging up her fist for a cheap shot, she blasts Kuvira in the stomach, sending her flying. Now! She thinks to herself. She looks around for a spot to escape. All around her are mechas, she can’t just run away without being seen. She panics, she must find a way out!
With a smack, Korra’s hands become bound. She gasps – surprised at the attack. Her bladder pangs again – with much greater strength. As she falls with her feet bound too she feels herself start to lose control. Pee begins to dribble out, dampening her panties. The battlefield disappears as Korra concentrates on holding it. Upon hitting the ground she pees again and she feels the warmth spread more on underwear. She stops it just in time, and brings herself back to reality.
Kuvira towers over her, with a grin on her face. “The avatar falls, and once again is my prisoner.” She gestures to the Metal Capital. “Soon the city will be mine, and there is little you can do about it. I will let you live for now, so you can witness your rebellion fail, and your friends… die.” Her grin widens. With lifts the metal Korra is bound by, and sets her against the tanks. “Speaking of which, look who we have now!” Kuvira whips around and gestures to soldier gathered by a nearby tank. As the figures round the tank, Korra’s eyes widen in terror. She cries out: “No please let her go! Take me if you want, but leave her be!” She struggles helplessly against the tank, and finally slumps down. She lifts her and with tears in her eyes she looks at Asami, tied and bound, get tossed in front of her. She had a few scrapes, but nothing major, with the exception of her being knocked out.
Overwhelmed Korra starts to cry and yells “Please Kuvira, let’s talk about this”. She sniffs. “Please don’t hurt her” Kuvira scoffs. “And why should I listen to you, when you are the Avatar and refuse to give up Zaofu? Why should I spare her life? Why hers in particular? Tell me Avatar, when you willingly risk the lives of your other friends, why are you willing to die for this one?”.
Korra sniffs and looks at Kuvira, with new found determination to save Asami. She looks Kuvira straight in the eye and says “Because I love her”. She feels a bump in her heart, and blood rush to her face, but she continues to stare at Kuvira, daring for Kuvira to bring more harm to Asami. Kuvira just stares at her, and then laughs heartedly.
“Of course! The avatar loves all her friends. If I presented any of them to you, you would have said the same thing.” Kuvira squats in front of Korra. “Because I am a kind and benevolent leader, I will spare your friends. But I have won this battle, and I have to let the people of Zaofu know. I am greater than the Avatar!” She turns around, and starts speaking to some high ranking officials next to her.
Korra sighs, and slumps down. The feeling of having to go was just as strong, if not worse, but just now it was completely secondary. She knew though, there was no way to hold it for long, and because of this she could not bring herself to look at Asami, afraid she might wake up and she her. Korra wished she could sit, that would make this a little better. Being forced to stand against a tank, with her hands to the side, made her have to pee a hundred times worse. She hoped that maybe she could hold it until they took her into a tent; at least there she would have a little more dignity.
And as if her body didn’t like that thought, her bladder pushed, and she started to pee softly. Her panties started to soak it up, becoming far warmer than the wet spot had been. Struggling to hold it, she pressed her thighs together, but it didn’t help much. While doing that slowed the pee, she still had to really go, and it started to run down her legs. She cries out softly, knowing any louder might bring attention to her accident.
With her panties completely soaked, she pants start soaking up more, and she loses even more control, and start peeing forcefully. She can no longer contain it in any way, and the avatar proceeds to fully wet herself. She goes limp as she wets as she can no longer stop it, and wait for it to be over. The pee forces itself to the front and back of her underwear, down her legs, and finally into the grass underneath her. After what seems like ages, her bladder empties.
All is quieter now, as Korra looks up. Kuvira still has her backed turned, and mechas and soldiers are no longer fighting. Korra gasped as she realized; Zaofu was taken! She was caught and the city was lost. Kuvira, upon hearing Korra gasped turned around and approached her – but she stopped a few feet away, her eyes on the large wet patch on the front of Korra’s pants. She stared until her looked up ansd smiled at Korra. “You peed yourself” She stated bluntly. “That doesn’t seem very Avatar of you.” She walks up to Korra. “You lose, and end up wetting yourself, and I am not going to let this down.” She takes out her metal whip and snapped it to the ground. “Korra, if you thought by peeing yourself you would escape punishment, you thought wrong. You may be a little girl who can’t control her bladder, but you lead an army against me. And for that, you shall pay” With that Kuvira pulls back her whip, and Korra readies herself, she yelps as the whips comes down with a loud SNAP –
Korra sits up straight. Gasping for air and breathing hard she orients herself. She looks around. Dim light shows the room she’s in is filled with a friendly warm air. Wooden walls and floor, a gently breeze coming through the window. It then dawns on her. She was dreaming! A nightmare at best. She had won. Everything was normal for the time being, nobody evil currently out there, trying she kill her. She sighed with relief, and laid back down. She was so glad; words couldn’t describe what she felt before that. Yet something felt off. She laid there, and it dawned on her – she was wet. She sat up again and looked under her covers. She had peed everything, her entire bladder into the bed. Her pajamas were soaking wet and the bed had a huge circle around her waist.
She didn’t understand. She hadn’t had this big of an accident in a long time, why now? Since all the battles, and being poisoned, she had had trouble with her bladder, but it was just small wetting, nothing too big. She pondered on this for a second – she would have to ask Katara. She wouldn’t be judged by her, and no one else who have to know. Getting out of peed her look herself in the mirror, and then proceeded to pull the pee out of her pajamas, and off of the bed. She smiled to herself with the thought “Ha, I’m bending pee right now”. Korra then heard a close door close, and she quickly put the pee on some dirty clothes in the basket, and shut the lid. She was dry now, and she felt a lot better. Despite the accident, maybe it was time for her to go downstairs, and get some breakfast. She smiled at her reflection, adjusted her hair and left the room.
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Part II
Patrol officer Stanley Mort, was getting his patrol equipment from the station armory. The gear he had to get included:
1x Medical Trunk Kit
1x Trunk Armor
1x 870 Tactical Shotgun
1x AR-15 Rifle (.223 caliber)(trunk only)
10x .223 Magazines
20x 12 Gauge Shotgun Shells
The items he already had on him included:
2x Handcuffs
1x Notebook (for taking statements and reports from witnesses and suspects)
2x Black and Blue Pens
1x Flashlight
5x-10x 9mm Pistol clips
1x Pepper Spray
1x ACP baton
1x Glock19 tactical pistol
Once he had accounted for the items and made sure that everything was where it should be in the kits and the weapons had the right amount of ammo and he had the proper amount of reloads he started walking towards the patrol unit that he was assigned to. His call-sign during briefing had been '6-X-50'. He walked over and found his shop (patrol vehicle) and started to do his general inspection from last watch since it was common that last shift suspects will leave something in the backseat of the patrol vehicle. Once the inspection was complete he put all items in their necessary spots and then opened the door and stepped in and tested the siren and emergency equipment and turned the police scanner on and reported his status as on duty and ready to receive calls
Two hours later he was already patrolling the mean streets of Gotham and looking for trouble listening to the scanner to make sure that he didnt miss a call in case the dispatcher called out his unit number and he didnt respond. About a minute later the dispatch channel came alive and relayed a call for his unit "6 X-Ray 50, See the woman outside the residence, Possible Intoxicated person(s), 18907 North Gotham Ave Cross-street 34th Blvd, Code Two incident Number 8861 already 1907." he took note of the information provided by the dispatcher and picked up the mic "6-X-50 10-4(copy) show me 10-19 (en-route) to scene" he then switched the lightbar control board to status 2 and the roof-mounted bar lit up with red and blue LED'S and he started to speed along through the intersection and would activate his siren as he hit each intersection until he reached the scene and got out of the car taking a report paper from the glove box and walking over to the reporting person and started to get a description of what happened from the person and then went over to try and get the subject to cooperate which wasnt happening. Soon he found himself having to tazer the woman when she took a swing at him and take her to the ground and slapping the cuffs on her. Once he felt that she was secured he brought her to her feet and a little cooperative he brought her to the car and brought her half way to the car before the drunk woman started to wet herself, he could see the wetness forming on her light blue jeans, it continued for a while until her pants were completely soaked. Stanley wasnt surprised since most drunks usually just peed wherever they wanted to. Once he saw she was done he brought her to the car and sat her down in her soaked pants and closed the door to the back and got into his car, ignoring the woman's drunk babbling and started writing out the report he would need to submit at the end of his shift. Once the report was written and signed by himself he started driving back towards the precinct.
He got back to the precinct and pulled into the lot and took the woman out of the car. By this point she had become very mad and tried to fight him. She started trying to pull him one way and the other. He called out for help and another officer who had just happened to be walking inside helped him out with the lady getting her somewhat under control and brought her inside with Stanley where the other officer proceeded to search her quickly and didnt say anything about the soaked pants. During the search the officer removed the lady's shoes and shoelaces and anything else she had on her that she could use to harm herself while in the holding cell. Stanley then took her to the holding cell and put her in and removed her cuffs before quickly shutting the door to the cell and walking away and walking back to his patrol unit and getting back on patrol.
As soon as he got back on patrol a priority transmission came over the radio from one of the other units "6 X-Ray 19, Shots Fired Shots fired! Officer needs help! Multiple suspects armed with automatic rifles. Officer in trouble! repeat Officer in need of assistance!" the dispatcher quickly responded "6 X-Ray 19 10-4 stand-by. Attention All Sector 6 units Attention all Sector 6 units, be advised that 6 X-Ray 19 has reports of shots fired and is in need of assistance unknown location or suspect description please stand-by for additional" the dispatcher then asked "6 X-Ray 19 what is your location?" the reply over the radio was "7632 S Montgomery Blvd Cross Hampton Place" the dispatcher then added that information into the dispatch and dispatched Stanley and a few others to help out. Stanley quickly switched the light-bar control board to status 3 and engaged his sirens speeding to the location.
He arrived at the location and went over to where the other officer and got the report of what happened before taking out his Glock-19 from its holster and cocking it back to load a round into the chamber. As soon as he did that more shots came over their heads. It sounded like rattling death with each shot that came over their head. Stanley then nodded to the other officer to be ready to come up and cover him as he tried to get the suspects to drop the weapons. Stanley then got up and tried to get them to drop the weapon, the suspects quickly responded by shouldering their weapons and firing shots at him and Stanley had to duck as they started up again and he cursed himself for not being more direct with them. he then went and got his shotgun from the trunk of his car and loaded it up before coming back over and aiming it at them and commanding them to drop their weapon's or he would fire at them. This was a critical moment and Stanley knew it too. He repeated the command several times, but to no avail, the suspects decided that they weren't gonna drop their weapons and their was nothing this 'punk ass officer' could do about it. Stanley then pulled the trigger and let the shotgun round fly. The suspects quickly took cover and fired back, he rolled to the side and fired again at the car they were using for cover.
Suddenly out of nowhere the officer who had requested assistance suddenly darted out and was shot dead on the spot. Stanley ran over and got the corpse out of harms way and started opening fire again mad that an officer had been shot. After about a couple of hours in which more officers arrived to assist, they got the subjects into custody and paid their quick respects to a fallen officer in the line of duty.
end of part 2 |
A/N: So, a lovely person wrote me a fantastic fic as part of an art trade, and in return I was asked to write this. I hope that you enjoy it every bit as much as I enjoyed yours!
It was another ridiculous punishment. Another special sort of endurance training that he absolutely had to fulfill because he had lost his most recent skirmish with Kakashi, and he was a man of his word. Therefore, Maito Gai had set aside the day to work improving his bladder capacity and endurance.
It was not a challenge he did often, but the strength of one's body was important to him and he knew that every part of the body had to be at top capacity. And that meant that his bladder had to be strong enough to last throughout any fight and any mission, no matter what.
But every man had his limits, and every now and then, Gai would work towards extending his to ensure that he was at the top of his game. So, when it came time to determine his punishment, he figured that it was about time to check and see if he had come any farther in that regard.
As per usual, he started out his morning with more to drink than he would under normal circumstances. He was, of course, a firm believer in proper hydration, so he had to add on several extra glasses of water to really have any effect. Even with the extra, he still left the house without feeling anything.
He took off toward the training grounds at a light spring after doing some warm up stretches. The liquid finally started to make its way to his bladder as he ran, but the minor twinges were nowhere near what he had dealt with in the past and he knew it would be quite some time before the real challenge began.
After about an hour of running laps, the pressure had built to a dull ache in his bladder and if he were at home, this would be the time that he would go ahead to the bathroom to avoid further complications. But that was not the case, and he instead shoved the need to the back of his mind as he began practicing combat with the training dummies.
This went on without event for quite some time, but as he went to land a kick, a sudden twinge surprised him and he missed, almost following but managing to regain his balance catch himself just in time. Finally, it was really starting to affect him. Still, he refused to let it distract him, and turned his focus back to his sparring.
As the twinges from his bladder started to become more and more frequent, he would pause and jiggle his legs until he felt better, then resume, and inevitably repeat the process. Still, he was nowhere near his limit and he would continue to endure it until he absolutely could not wait a second long, and then he would go.
He had never pushed himself beyond his breaking point before, always stopping in the night of time, barely managing to get out of his jumpsuit before letting go. He hoped that today it would take him longer to reach said breaking point, and he began concocting punishments for himself if he couldn't make it until a certain time.
Eventually the twinges and dull ache were replaced by a throb that made his stops to regain his composure more frequent. Shifting his weight from foot to foot, he contemplated what to do now. Combat practice was becoming too problematic, so he had to find something else to do.
He dropped to the ground and began doing push ups. He started out with both hands, then switched to doing it one handed, alternating between hands as he went. He found that this did not add any pressure to his bladder and was the easiest for him to do as he felt it continue to fill and swell even beyond the point that he thought possible. He felt like he could burst, but, rationally, he knew that he had quite a ways to go before his limit, and quite a ways to go before his personal goal.
He felt himself grow thirsty, and wanted to curse himself for that. He knew that if he drank more now, that would make things worse, but if he let himself get dehydrated, that would only hinder the rest of his training. So, despite his bladder practically begging him not to, he paused his push ups to take a few sips from the water bottle he had brought with him.
It was as he was drinking that it happened- he leaked a bit. He was so surprised by this that he reflexively grabbed himself to stop any more from escaping, though nothing else did. He had not expected that to happen, as it had never happened in the past with exercises like this. Finally, he removed his hand and got back to work, but he was a bit more wary.
When he leaked a second time, he stopped his push ups altogether, feeling slightly panicked. There was a small, dark spot at his crotch from this, and he wondered if he was already at his limit. But there was no way that he could give up now! He had not even beaten his record for the previous time, much less met his personal goal for the day! Squirming around in place, he resolved to wait it out a bit longer and try to meet the goal.
But there was no way that he could continue his training. He had to focus everything on the task at hand, and he crossed and uncrossed his legs as he wiggled and squirmed, biting the inside of his cheek. It was painful to hold for this long, and he wished that time would move quicker so that he could finally relieve himself. Another leak caused his hands to return to his crotch, and this time he decided not to let go.
His movements became jerkier and more frantic as time ticked on, and he grit his teeth. It seemed that he could not go a few minutes without leaking again, and though he wondered if that counted as a loss, he decided that it didn't, and he would only lose if he lost complete control. The wet spot was barely noticeable due to how dark his green clothing was, and would not hinder him in a real battle.
A wave of desperation came over him, almost knocking him over with its sudden force. He groaned a bit at the effort of holding it back, and lost a rather large spurt in the process. He knew that he was going to lose control if he wasn't careful, but he was still convinced that he could hold on just a little bit longer. He had at least beaten his time from last time now; all he had to do was last a bit more for his goal. No problem.
But it was a problem. He could not hold still for even a second, and his leaks became more and more frequent. His bladder was screaming for relief and attempting to get it at all costs. This fight was slowly drifting out of his advantage, and he realized that he would not be able to make his goal no matter how hard he tried. He would have to give up now, and hope for the best next time.
As he began the complicated process of wiggling out of his jumpsuit, he had to let go of himself, which lead to a few more spurts escaping. He would have to pause every few seconds to grab himself again and try to stop this, before resuming his undressing. He had it halfway down, his waist when he was overcome by such a strong wave of desperation that he could not let go anymore. He tried to get his body back under control so that he could resume undressing, but it was all to no avail.
He felt a warmth spread out, over his hands and down one of his legs, and then he felt as the liquid escaped the clothes, soaking through as he pissed himself. He groaned in a mixture of humiliation and relief, wishing that he had been able to get undressed before this had happened, but also so glad that it was over. His bladder took almost a full minute to empty, and when it did, it still ached from being so stretched.
As he stood there in the puddle he had made, which was quickly turning the ground to mud, he had to wonder why he felt good underneath it all. Yes, there was the obvious relief, but there something more to it that he couldn't quite put his finger on. He decided that he would have to try this challenge again sooner rather than later, so that he could figure out exactly what he was feeling. |
Doctor J. Crane Omorashi.
The day started out as normal. Doctor Jonathan Crane walked into Arkham in a relatively happy mood, though no-one would ever be able to tell that he was in a happy mood, his face was almost always stoic. Anyway, he walked into Arkham and made his way to his office and unlocked the door.
Once in there, he closed the door upon himself and sorted his paperwork and everything else out and put his thermos of coffee to the side of his desk, before sitting down at his desk and getting ready for his first patient. He had just finished pouring a cup of coffee when there was a knock at the door.
"Enter!" He called.
A lovely little nurse entered and she seemed a bit shy. He looked up at her, his piercing blue eyes just staring at her passively.
"Yes?" He asked.
The nurse cleared her throat and gave a sheepish smile.
"Your first patient is ready Doctor Crane" she said.
Jonathan nodded and his lips quicker up a little.
"Very well, bring them in please" he said.
The nurse nodded and exited the office, closing the door behind her. Jonathan sighed a little and read over the notes of his first patient while sipping at his coffee. an interesting specimen and a likely candidate for the fear toxin he was attempting to create.
Soon enough the patient arrived and he spoke with him and tried out the fear toxin, it worked like a charm and as soon as the consultation had started, it had finished and it was on to the next one. This went on for a while, with Crane enjoying a nice cup of coffee before every patient to make sure that he was awake and alert before talking to them all.
Unfortunately, drinking all of this coffee was having an adverse effect on his body and he began to feel his bladder filling up. He ignored it though, there wasn't any time for him to take bathroom breaks when he had serious experiments to conduct, taking a piss would need to take a back seat.
By the time he'd finished with his next patient, he was beginning to squirm in his seat and he noticed that he had read the same sentence in the notes of the next patient at least five times.
'Come on Crane, concentrate!' He thought to himself.
He read the notes again, but a throb of his bladder told him that he wasn't going to be able to concentrate until he relieved the pressure growing there. A sigh escaped his lips and as he stood to answer nature's call, the nurse walked in with his next patient. A slight and strained smile appeared upon his lips and he sat back down, much to the disappointment of his bladder.
The funny thing with needing to pee, bladder twinges happen at the most inopportune times and he was rather unlucky that a twinge just so happened to make it's appearance while in the middle of a question.
"Do you want to see m-ah! My mask?" He asked.
The patient just looked at him and he felt heat rise to his cheeks.
"I do apologise" he said.
He pulled the burlap sack out of his briefcase and put it on, before pressing a button in said suitcase to release the gas right into the patient's face. He got up to taunt the patient, but as he did a small leak escaped him and he grunted. Surely he wasn't that desperate was he? As soon as the patient had been taken away by the nurse, Crane was out of his office and hurrying towards the bathrooms he knew were on this hall, but when he got there he knew that Lady Luck wasn't on his side as the bathrooms were closed for maintenance. A small groan escaped him and he turned quickly towards the elevators, but they were too far up, he'd have to wait too long for them to come back down, so he resigned himself to going up the stairs.
As he got to the bottom of the stairs that went up, he inwardly groaned and his bladder gave him a twinge, as if daring him to walk up two flights of stairs when it was full. Growling quietly, he sent a mental thought to his bladder.
'You are my bladder and unfortunately the bathrooms on this level are closed, it is either we go up these stairs or we wait' he thought.
There was no more protesting from his bladder and he started up the stairs. The first flight was fine, not a peep from his bladder, but the minute he got to the bottom of the second flight of stairs, his bladder gave a rueful contraction and he had to bend over to clutch at his groin to prevent any further leaks.
"No, no, this can't happen" he whispered.
While clutching his groin and looking around as he did, he ascended one step, nothing. He ascended another step, expecting his bladder to protest...nothing. It was the same for three more steps until he got to the middle of the flight of stairs and all hell let loose. A longer squirt escaped him and he gripped himself a bit harder, the liquid having run down to his knee now, creating a wet spot on his stupidly grey suit.
He attempted to take another step, but his bladder protested once again and another spurt was sent into his pants. He groaned, he knew that he wasn't going to make it to the bathrooms and now he couldn't go up and he couldn't go down. Thankfully hardly anyone ever used the stairs, but it wasn't the point. He stood there for a few more minutes and in that time, his bladder had calmed down...or so it had seemed, so he attempted to take another step up, but that was when his bladder decided that it'd had enough. A stronger and far more painful contraction wracked his bladder and suddenly, his hands became very wet.
Removing his hands from his groin, he watched in horror as the wet patch extended from where his fly was, right out towards his hips and down his legs into his expensive shoes. He tried to stop it, but found that he couldn't and by now the liquid was leaking out of the soaked material and he could hear the splashing on the concrete steps below him. Though there was no-one around, his cheeks flamed a bright red, especially when a loud hissing noise echoed throughout the staircase.
Soon, he was done, but there was no way hie could go around like this. Looking down at the mess he'd made, he surmised that he could always try and pass it off as if a patient had urinated all over him, something like that could happen. Nodding, he turned around and walked back down the stairs, intending to head for his office, grab his things and go home to get showered and changed. |
Spoilers for The Legend of Korra if you haven't watched it through to the end. This takes place in season three in between The Stakeout and Long Live the Queen. I hope the screenshot is allowed. It just seemed relevant.
Korra very much liked the spirit world. She liked the spirits and she liked the scenery. But if there was one thing that bothered her about the place it was the fact that there were no bathrooms.
Mind you, had there been any bathrooms in the spirit world it wouldn't have made a difference. Her body was in the physical world, and it was her body that needed to pee. Waking up from her meditation strapped into a straight jacket certainly wasn't helping matters either.
Damn the Earth Queen and her stupid military forces! It wasn't just that Korra needed to go to the bathroom, but also that she didn't have time to be captured with Zaheer on the loose. Trying to convince her captors that the Earth Queen was actually in trouble wasn't doing her any good either. And Asami was being unusually quiet about the entire thing.
They'd been in their cell for a couple of hours now and it must have been approaching dinner time. Korra's bladder throbbed and she groaned, leaning her head against the back of the cart she was strapped to. She tried to remember the last time she had gone to the bathroom and realised that it had been at some point in the middle of their stakeout.
"Are you okay?" Asami asked from where she was chained to the adjacent wall. It occurred to Korra that Asami was probably in a similar position. It was possible that Asami could have gone to the bathroom while Korra was in the spirit world, but somehow Korra found that unlikely.
There was a sort of toilet hole in the corner of their cell but neither of them was capable of reaching it. Korra longed for it, but having Asami in the room was throwing her off. She found herself desperately not wanting to admit her need in the young entrepreneur's presence.
"I'm fine," Korra finally said, her voice muffled by that stupid mask they'd put on her. "Just restless. I hate not being able to move."
Asami chuckled. "Ya, I can believe that."
There was an awkward silence that followed. Asami stared at the floor while Korra tried to shift her weight a bit but found that the straps tying her down made that mostly impossible. One of the straps that secured the jacket to her was pressing uncomfortably into her abdomen.
"So..." Asami said, glancing sidelong at Korra. She grinned sheepishly. "Do you have to go to the bathroom as badly as I do?"
Korra felt her heart stop briefly, before she realised that it was Asami who brought it up and there really was no reason to feel embarrassed. She felt embarrassed anyway, and laughed nervously. "Ya," she said. "Haven't gone since the motel room."
"Same."
There was another silence that followed in which the two women refused to look at one another.
"Maybe next time a guard comes in we can just ask them..." Korra trailed off.
"Ya. I mean, they have to know we can't hold it forever, right?"
Korra's bladder throbbed in agreement and she saw Asami press her thighs together. Something inside Korra stirred, but she wasn't sure what it was. She found her gaze drifting over to Asami in an attempt to distract herself, but knowing that Asami was in the same position as her wasn't helping any.
About ten minutes later a guard entered their cell. He had a tray of food with him and a tall glass of some kind of slush with a straw in it. Korra had a sneaking suspicion as to which one was meant for her. The man put the tray down in front of Asami who eyed it cautiously.
"Are you going to unchain me so I can eat that?" Asami asked. With her arms chained to the wall above her head, there was no way she was going to be able to manage a pair of chopsticks.
"No," the guard said, as he approached Korra with the glass.
Korra really didn't want to drink anything right now and turned her head away as the man lifted the glass to her mask. "Um, do I get any actual food, or what?"
"Or what," the guard said. "Whatever you eat needs to fit through a straw in your mask, because we're not taking it off." Korra wanted desperately for him to take her mask off, just so that she could breathe fire in his stupid face. She also knew that that was exactly why she had the mask on, so she relented and let him slip the straw through so she could drink the disgusting slush. She was kind of hungry anyway and she had no idea when they would decide to feed her next.
It took her a while to choke down the entire drink. It tasted like they had taken whatever prison food they were giving Asami, added water, and blended it into drink form. It was all Korra could do to make sure she didn't bring it back up once the glass was empty, but she managed. She swore she could feel the liquid making its way towards her bladder already.
The man then made his way over to Asami and the entrepreneur gave him her most heart-melting smile. "Are you sure you can't unchain me?" she asked. "My arms are getting numb and I need to use the bathroom."
The man paused as he was picking up the tray. He glanced at her chains, and then at the toilet hole before picking up the chopsticks to start feeding Asami. "I'll send in a female guard to help you once you're done eating."
"Thank you," Asami said before taking a bite. Korra watched Asami make a valiant attempt not to grimace as the prison food hit her taste buds.
"What about me?" Korra asked.
"Sorry Avatar, those straps aren't coming off until you've been delivered to the Earth Queen."
"You're kidding, right?"
"I'm not kidding. Now quiet down!"
Asami cast Korra a sympathetic look as she chewed a bite of her food. The look was followed by a grimace as she tried to swallow it. When she was done eating the guard gathered up their dishes and left the two women alone in their cell.
"Sorry," Asami said.
Korra growled. "What exactly do they expect me to do? Wet myself?"
Asami shrugged, but Korra noticed she was shifting her weight a lot more now. Knowing she was going to the bathroom soon was probably making things a little more urgent for Asami. Korra's own bladder was pulsing now, definitely not happy with her liquefied dinner.
It wasn't long before the door was opened once again by a female guard who was followed by a man with a set of keys. The man unlocked the chains above Asami's head and left the room. "I don't have any keys on me, so don't bother trying anything," the female guard said. "The other guards are just outside the cell so if you do try anything funny you'll have to answer to the three of us. Now get your business over with so we can chain you back up."
Asami rubbed her wrists as she stepped over to the toilet hole, but she stopped, glancing over at Korra. Korra quickly turned her head and stared at the opposite wall to give her friend some privacy.
"Hurry it up," the guard said.
There was a rustling of fabric, and after a moment a loud hissing noise could be heard. The liquid splashed noisily into the bottom on the hole causing Korra to tense up immediately. She heard Asami sigh in relief as she peed and Korra tried to block it out. Clearly her friend had needed to go bad but the noise was doing terrible things to Korra's own bladder. She pressed her thighs together as tightly as she could manage and clenched as hard as she could to stave off a wave of desperation. The splashing of Asami's urine into the toilet hole was impossible to block out though. Korra just wanted it to be over.
It was a full minute or two before it was over, but Korra found herself incapable of deciphering exactly how long it had been. All she knew was that the hissing of Asami peeing turned to a trickle and eventually stopped. Korra allowed herself to relax a little, but she was still clenching and shifting her weight, waiting for her own bladder to register that the stimulus was gone.
Soon Asami was being chained back up and Korra's bladder was calming down somewhat, but the embarrassed look on Asami's face was too cute for Korra to ignore. After the guards were gone, Korra let herself smile a bit under the mask.
"Better?" she asked.
Asami blushed as she looked up from where she had been staring at the floor. "Ya. How are you holding up?"
Korra shrugged as best as she could with straps holding her arms down. "I'll manage I guess."
Over the next little while Asami did her best to engage Korra in conversation to distract her. They'd called out to the guards a couple times, but it seemed they had no intention of letting Korra out of her binds. Being a waterbender, Korra knew she could hold it for a long time, but as the minutes grew to hours she was desperately noticing that a long time wasn't going to be long enough. So far she was relatively dry, if you ignored the sweat, but she wasn't sure how much longer that would last.
Her bladder was pulsing painfully and constantly now. Korra found herself incapable of keeping still even though the slightest movement caused the jacket straps to push into her bladder and make things worse. She groaned and slammed her head against the metal bar behind her, the pain reminding her that that was a very stupid thing to do. Her bladder spasmed and she rubbed her thighs together to stop it from doing anything unseemly.
"Korra?"
"What," Korra ground out between clenched teeth.
"Are you hanging in there okay?"
Korra cracked open an eye to see a very concerned Asami looking back at her. She felt herself blush, knowing Asami was very aware of her predicament. "I'm managing," she said. "For now. Those stupid guards think I can hold it for eternity. I just want to earthbend a rock into their stupid guard faces!"
There was an amused twinkle in Asami's eye as she smiled warmly and Korra let herself get lost in it momentarily before her bladder brought her crashing back to reality. She slammed her eyes shut again with a groan and struggled valiantly against her restraints. This time, as her bladder spasmed, she felt a small trickle escape into her underwear. She felt the blood drain from her head. She wasn't going to make it!
"Korra." Korra opened her eyes again to see that Asami was still watching her. She was frowning. "You can't hold it forever."
"You think I don't know that?" Korra growled.
"What? No. What I'm saying is..." Asami blushed and looked away. "I think it would be better for you if you just go."
"If I... Asami, did you just tell me to wet myself?"
She watched as Asami's blush grew to an even deeper red. "I know, I know. It's just the guards aren't going to help you, and with how badly you're squirming right now it's going to happen eventually." This time it was Korra's turn to blush. "I just think it would be more... comfortable... for you to just get it over with."
"I'm not going to pee myself."
"Yes you are," Asami said. "It's just a matter of whether you do it now, or later."
All this talk of wetting herself was causing Korra's bladder to make another attempt at release. She clenched tightly and stopped herself as another dribble came out.
"You know I'm right," Asami said.
She was. She really was right. But Korra couldn't imagine peeing herself willingly, let alone doing it in front of Asami.
"Asami, I can't just..."
"Seriously Korra? Don't you dare tell me you're embarrassed to do it because I'm here. I'm the one who suggested it! You don't honestly think I'm going to judge you for it, do you?" And there was that feisty Asami Korra knew all too well. It was very hard to argue with feisty Asami. It was also very hard to argue with her own desperate need to pee.
"Fine, you're right. I'll... try."
There was a silence between them as Korra prepared herself for what she was about to do. She tried to relax, but found herself subconsciously far too tense to do anything.
"Well?"
"I'm working on it!" Korra was blushing furiously now, but she knew she was going to have to get this over with. Asami was right. She was going to wet herself whether she wanted to or not, so she might as well make herself comfortable and do it sooner rather than later. Besides, if she wet herself now maybe the guards would see that they actually needed to do something about it in the future.
Simply relaxing wasn't working, so Korra tried a push. A heavy jet of urine shot out of her and in her shock she felt herself clamp down on it, stopping it before it could show on her pants. It had been audible though, and she saw Asami look at her pointedly. At least Korra had been decent enough to look away when Asami was peeing.
"Korra, just pee already."
"It's not as easy as you would think, okay?" Korra snapped. "I'm not used to doing this standing up... or with my pants on."
"Korra, relax. Think about running water or something."
Korra thought about running water. It was certainly making her more desperate and she found herself inadvertently tapping the heel of her foot. Okay, running water... waterfall, river... toilet. Think about a toilet! You're peeing in a toilet!
Then it clicked. Korra remembered The sound of Asami squatting over the toilet and how hard it had been for her to hold it then. She imagined Asami peeing and tried her best to let the sensation Asami had felt transfer over to her own, very very full bladder. And then she peed.
There was no trickling build-up, just a sudden gushing of liquid into her pants. She let loose hours and hours of pent up urine, feeling it pour down her legs, hearing it splash onto the ground underneath her. She groaned audibly and relaxed against the straps, certain that at this point they were the only thing keeping her upright.
Eventually, as the urine continued to pour out of her, her bladder started to feel a little bit emptier. She had held so much and it was taking a long time for it all to come out. The large puddle forming beneath her had already made it to where Asami was standing, and still Korra was peeing forcefully. At this rate she was going to cover the entire floor and it would start leaking out the door.
It was quite a few minutes before Korra was done. Waterbenders really could hold an impressive amount of urine. The last remnants of her aching bladder made a press from freedom and the sagging avatar let it out willingly. She just felt so relieved.
And even though Asami was standing in a puddle of Korra's urine, she didn't seem ashamed or disgusted. In fact, there was something else in her eyes that Korra couldn't quite identify.
It was then that one of the guards came bursting through the door, seeing the pool of urine and the avatar in her soaked pants.
"Oh, come on!" he said.
Korra just glared, and Asami laughed. |
Okay, so here's the second one. It takes place after the end of the series, and fair warning that it's a hell of a lot less subtle. I also wouldn't recommend reading it if you tend to get claustrophobic when reading about confined spaces.
It was impossible to please absolutely everyone, but Korra knew that as the avatar it was her job to at least try. That being said, her decision to keep the spirit portals open hadn't been popular with a large number of people and even though Korra was certain that she had made the right choice, she was still facing a lot of scrutiny.
Having a third portal open up in the centre of Republic City just made things a whole lot worse, and people were starting to band together. Societies were forming based on the opinion that Avatar Korra had made the wrong decision, and the spirits had to go. It was one of these societies that was responsible for the position she and Asami were in now.
They had been blissfully asleep in their bed in Asami's mansion when the room had filled up with some kind of gas. It had initially woken the two of them up, only for them to realise that they were having trouble breathing and could barely move. Korra had spotted two people in masks standing in their room, but with her lungs filling with the noxious gas, she found herself unable to do anything about it. They had a symbol on their shirts, one that Korra recognised as belonging to the anti-spirit society. One of the masked figures was lifting a groaning Asami from the bed and carrying her towards the door. Korra saw the other one approach her, but remembered nothing after that.
The next thing she knew, she was staring groggily into her girlfriend's worried eyes.
"Are you okay?" Asami asked. There was a slight slur to her words, but Korra ignored it. She was having far too much difficulty putting her own thoughts together at the moment.
"I... uh..." She blinked lethargically and let her mind process their surroundings. They were in a metal box, and both of Korra's hands where chained in front of her. She tried breaking the chains with her metalbending, but they didn't budge. Platinum. "I'm... okay. I think." She glanced over Asami, who was very very close to her. The box seemed to be incredibly small and their bodies were pressed together. "How are you?"
"Fine. They didn't hurt me."
Korra's brain was starting to de-fog. She was surrounded by metal, and assuming it wasn't platinum, she should be able to bend them out. She made to kick at one of the walls, only to discover that there wasn't enough room for her to get any momentum.
Great.
The walls were pressed against her shoulders and back, while Asami was pressed against her front. She found herself in a position where she really couldn't move well enough to even try to bend the box they had been trapped in. She tried pushing against the wall behind her, but was stopped when Asami cried out.
"What? What's wrong? You said they didn't hurt you!"
Asami groaned. "They didn't. But you're pushing up against me and it's really tight in here!"
"Right, sorry." Korra turned her head and tried to get a better look at the box. She couldn't get her hands up against the wall to feel it properly because she couldn't move them well enough. Her hands where stuck tightly between her own thighs and Asami's, and while she didn't mind having her hands between Asami's thighs, it was very uncomfortable being unable to move them.
"Can you bend us out?" Asami asked. "The box isn't platinum, is it?"
"I don't know," Korra said. "I can't get my hands anywhere to feel it."
"Can't you feel it with something else? You're arms are bare, aren't they?"
Asami was right, but Korra wasn't as great of a metal bender as she was willing to admit. Those years she'd spent recovering from her disability had certainly not been spent honing her metalbending skills. She tried focussing on her arms to get the best grasp of what they were trapped in, but no matter how hard she tried, she felt nothing. She felt heat rush to her face. "I... still don't know. Sorry." She didn't like admitting her shortcomings to Asami, no matter how supportive she was.
"Oh..."
Korra tried leaning sideways to push against the wall, but even that caused her to press uncomfortably against Asami, who groaned this time.
"Do you mind staying still?" Asami asked.
"Why?" Asami wasn't usually this demanding. Usually she liked physical contact with Korra.
Asami was quiet for a moment and avoided looking at her girlfriend. "I just..." She trailed off.
"Asami, what's wrong?" Korra was getting worried. Asami had said she was okay, but what if that wasn't the case? What if their captors had hurt her and Asami didn't want Korra to know?
"I... have to go to the bathroom, and you're pushing against my bladder."
Oh...
Korra was quiet as she processed this information. Asami needed to pee, and having been woken up in the middle of the night she hadn't had the opportunity to do so. Now they were trapped in a box together, and Korra had seen neither heads nor tails of the people who had trapped them there. For all she knew they weren't going to check up on them until the morning. Then again, Asami had been awake before Korra. Maybe she knew more.
"Nobody's come to check on us since you woke up, have they?"
"No."
"I see." She could feel Asami's hands pressed against her hips. At least her hands hadn't been chained up. Clearly their captors were afraid of bending, though with the avatar as one of their captives, that was understandable. Asami shifted slightly, and Korra felt her hands tense up. "Um... how bad do you have to go?" she asked.
"Bad."
Asami was doing her best not to look at Korra, which was impressive given how close their faces were. Korra didn't look away though. Instead, she observed the tense stature of her girlfriend, the way Asami's legs shifted, rubbing Korra's hands between them, and the distinct blush that crept up her neck as her predicament became more obvious. "Hang in there, okay? I'm sure someone will come by to check on us."
"Ya, let's hope."
But no matter how much the two of them wished for it, nobody was coming. For all Korra knew, their captors weren't even aware the two of them had woken up yet. Asami was getting fidgety, which was causing Korra's hands to rub into interesting places on the both of them. Korra didn't mind, but she wondered what exactly it was doing to Asami, who eventually let her head fall onto Korra's shoulder with a groan. Korra could feel some dampness between her girlfriend's thighs and she wasn't sure if that meant Asami was aroused, or leaking.
"It must suck getting pulling into avatar politics all the time, huh?" Korra said, her voice muffled by Asami's long hair.
Asami snorted and shifted a little bit, her hands making their way slightly behind Korra's legs. She felt Asami grip the back of her pyjama pants. "You would know," she said. "You're the avatar."
"I don't have a choice," Korra retorted. "I'm the avatar. You, on the other hand, choose to spend your time with me. Maybe you wouldn't have to go through stuff like this-"
"I have to pee, Korra. I'm not dying."
"Okay, okay." Korra was about to say something else, but before the thought had completely formed, she felt Asami tense immensely. Something wet Korra's hands slightly, and she was pretty sure she knew what it was. "Easy," Korra said. "You're okay."
The dampness didn't spread anymore, and Asami seemed to relax a little. "This is so embarrassing. Your hands are right there."
"Hey. What's a little bodily fluid between girlfriends, right?"
Asami chuckled and Korra wanted nothing more than to give her a massive hug, but her arms were in no position to do so. Instead she settled for resting her cheek against Asami's soft hair.
"I really don't know how much longer I can hold it," Asami admitted.
Korra was reminded of another incident that had happened a few years ago involving an earth kingdom prison cell and a very full bladder on Korra's part. Asami had been there to witness the entire thing, and had even encouraged it. Now, with their positions reversed, Korra found herself worrying about the young woman pressed against her. They needed to do something about this. "So don't," Korra said. "You told me to let it go back in that earth kingdom cell. Maybe now it's your turn."
Asami shifted again. "This is different."
"How?"
"Back then we knew they weren't going to let you go. Now... they could show up at any minute. If I hold it just a bit longer..."
"If you hold it just a bit longer you could make yourself needlessly uncomfortable, just so you end up peeing yourself anyway." Hearing the word "peeing", Asami groaned and pressed her face into Korra's shoulder. Korra felt a little more liquid wet her fingers and didn't think. She rubbed her fingers in between Asami's legs, pressing her knuckle up and causing her girlfriend to moan.
"Korra..."
"You're doing this to yourself, you know. You could just pee now and get it over with."
Asami growled. "You're being really unfair right now, you know?" she said.
Korra responded by rubbing her knuckles even deeper into the wetness between Asami's thighs. Asami gasped as Korra nuzzled her cheek, urging the other woman's face upwards. "You have to go, Asami. Just relax."
But Asami continued to fight it. She let Korra nuzzle her head upwards and then let it fall back against the wall behind her. Her eyes were shut tight and her thighs were squeezing Korra's fingers desperately. Korra continued to press upwards as her girlfriend moaned, another spurt of urine dampening her pyjamas, this time running down the back of Korra's hand as well.
"Korra, please..."
But the sight of Asami, as it was, was too much for the avatar. She leaned her head forwards and trapped Asami's lips in her own, pressing them together with an urgency she was sure Asami was feeling as well, albeit for different reasons. Korra's knee crept forwards, pushing between a shocked Asami's legs. Asami responded by trying the close her legs around Korra's but the avatar was already pushing upwards, her leg pressing her hands even deeper into Asami's groin. She leaned further forward, feeling Asami begin to give in to the kiss.
And as Asami's kiss became more passionate, the rest of her body began to relax. Korra felt it at first as a gentle, increasing dampness against her hands, but soon she could feel something trickling against her knuckles. Asami groaned and tried to turn her head away, but Korra fervently kept their lips locked together, deepening the kiss and causing her girlfriend to inhale sharply.
The trickling became steadier and soon began pouring and pooling into Korra's hands. The wetness was running down Asami's legs and spreading across the leg Korra had pressed in between them. Asami moaned into Korra's lips as the avatar pressed her even more firmly against the wall of their box. She felt the pressure cause an increase in Asami's stream and knew that at this point, Asami wouldn't be able to stop if she tried. She broke apart from the kiss and watched the relaxed look of pure bliss make its way across her girlfriend's features.
Asami was still peeing into Korra's hands, which Korra couldn't move even if she wanted to. Her urine hissed loudly as it pooled in the avatar's hands before pouring out of her knuckles and splashing its way down both of their legs. She'd clearly given up trying to hold it and was peeing forcefully now. Korra leaned her head back against the wall behind her, but she didn't drop her leg away, leaving it pressed inside the torrent of urine pouring between Asami's thighs.
By the time Asami was done, both of their pants were completely soaked and they were standing in a nicely sized pool of urine. The last of Asami's stream trickled against Korra's fingers and the Avatar responded by rubbing her firmly. Asami groaned.
"You're evil," she said.
"No, Asami. I'm the avatar."
Later, when one of the anti-spiriters opened the door to their box, she was shocked to find the avatar and her girlfriend standing in a pool of urine. Korra quickly took advantage of their captor's shock, and kicked out at her, fire jetting from her foot and causing the woman to stumble backwards. It wasn't long before Asami had her hands on the keys to Korra's chains and the two of them were bolting for the door.
They were still soaked from the waist down, but at least they were free. |
A/N: Another art trade that I thoroughly enjoyed doing! This takes place during Zabuza's time as one of Gato's thugs, some time his first canon appearance.
“Zabuza, the boss wants to see you for a mission,” a young man said, trembling a bit. This was the usual response Momochi Zabuza got, especially from the small-time thugs. They were all terrified of him, and rightly so, given his reputation.
He nodded in response, standing and towering over the other man before heading off to see what his boss wanted with him. When he got there, he was told that there was a new target that he needed to take care of, post haste. He had to head out straight away, and so he only had time to grab his large sword before leaving.
This target was nobody to him, just some ex-shinobi turned business hotshot and underground crime boss that Gato felt threatened by. The sooner he was out of the picture, the easier it would be for him to progress, and though he would probably not be much of a challenge, he decided not to take any chances and go straight for the kill with his trump card. And so he sent Zabuza.
The muscular man had a long walk ahead of him before he reached the area where this new threat was operating, but he didn't really mind. He was used to things like that, as they were all part of the job. Today's walk started out just as any other, but it was not long before he started to think that he should have stopped at a bathroom before leaving on this mission.
The light pressure on his bladder was little more than an annoyance, and one that he could easily ignore, though he did wish that it was not an annoyance he had to deal with right now. He contemplated stopping, as he was quite secluded at the moment, but he decided against it. This kill would be too quick and easy; stopping now would only prolong the outcome of the mission. He would be able to hold it until after.
As he walked on, it really seemed as if that would hold true for a while there, but eventually he began to feel a bit more pressure in his lower abdomen. It was slightly painful, and he again contemplated stopping, but again decided that he should worry about taking down his target first.
However, by the time he reached said target, he was in a bit more pain than he had anticipated. As he scoped the situation and took down the few guards this man had, he felt the pressure mounting to the point where he knew he would have normally found some place to relieve himself. Soon, he kept telling himself, as he made his way to the room where the target should be. He would lop the guys head off and make use of the guy's bathroom, then head back, no problem.
But even the quick walk to the target's room was riddled with uncomfortable pauses to bend and squirm. This situation was quickly getting a lot worse than he had predicted it would. Perhaps it would be best if he found a vase or something, before the target became aware of his presence in the building.
It was just as he thought this that he felt a presence approaching him. The man had already become aware of him and was attempting to sneak up on him. He cursed his distracted state, as he would have normally become aware of this much sooner. He resisted the urge to groan in frustration as he prepared to face off against the man. Just one quick fight, and then it would all be over.
“I knew they would send someone after me eventually,” the man said with a cocky smirk. “I didn't know they'd be scared enough to send someone like you, though. Too bad I'll be taking you down so easily.”
“We'll see about that,” replied Zabuza, and normally he would have laughed in the man's face for thinking himself capable of winning this fight, but laughing would disrupt his bladder even more, so he refrained from doing so.
The two wasted no time in engaging the other in conflict, exchanging and blocking blows, seemingly evenly matched. Zabuza knew good and well that he was infinitely better than this man, but every twinge from his bladder threw him off his game a little bit more, and it was all he could do to keep up. He was left no openings to draw his sword and go for a decisive strike, and merely had to try to hold his own while his bladder grew closer and closer to emptying without permission.
When he felt his first leak, his cheeks immediately turned red, though he knew it was not enough to be visible and that the man would not know that it had happened. He tried to ignore the sudden embarrassment, but he could not stop blushing as he realized just how close he was to wetting himself.
The more he tried to focus on the battle and not his personal battle, the more frequent his leaks became and the brighter his cheeks burned with total mortification. Soon, it would show on his pants that he was desperate for a piss, and he didn't know how to avoid letting that happen. He had to find a way to end this battle, fast, before it was too late for him.
He was so full at this point that every movement sent a sharp pain through him and he could hardly think straight. Every thought he attempted to have was invaded by the protests from his bladder that he needed to empty straight away. He grit his teeth, trying again and again to formulate some sort of plan, but failing, as all of his focus had to go on blocking attacks and not wetting himself.
Another leak, this one much larger, sent him into a state of total panic. He could tell without looking that there was a small, dark spot on his pants that the other man would surely notice sooner or later. He had to end this now, and he had to somehow cover this up. He needed the right opening for his big finish, and he had to give up some of his concentration to do so.
He could feel more and more liquid escaping him as he turned his focus fully to his fight, but he ignored it long enough to gain the upper hand. As soon as he had his opening, he quickly did the hand signs needed for his Hidden Mist jutsu. A heavy fog quickly descended on the battlefield, and not a moment too soon.
It became impossible to see anything, which was just the advantage he needed, and frequently used. He had to rely entirely on his other senses, but after years of perfecting this technique, that was second nature to him. However, he had another motive for his actions. He knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he was not going to make it through this battle, and not long after he became shrouded in mist, he felt a huge spurt escape.
Even being as resigned to his fate as he was, he tried to stop things long enough to draw his sword and deal the final blow. He put a hand between his legs, grabbing himself to get back under control, gritting his teeth a bit as he did so. He made his way toward the target, who was confused and stumbling around, trying to find his way out of the mist, but to no avail. When Zabuza felt that he was enough under control to draw out his sword, he let go of his crotch to grab it.
Without another second of hesitation, his bladder gave out, and he felt overcome with humiliation as he felt his pants soak through and heard the loud splashing against the floor. The target turned around, now able to find him due to the sound, and he wasted no time in delivering the final blow so that the man would not see what was happening.
With the man now taken care of, he released the jutsu and looked down to see the mess he had created. He could not deny that it felt nice to be rid of that problem, but the fact still remained that he had completely pissed through his clothes.
Nobody knew about it yet, at least, and as he prepared to head back, he began to think of ways to cover it up. |
Author's Note: This was a surprise gift for my lovely fiancee, Harley Quinn, incorporating one of her favorite Batman villains from Animated Series, and sudden wetting from a hit to the abdomen. I hope you like it!
Edward Nygma, now known as the Riddler, was working on his ultimate plan. While his henchmen were busy destroying all traces of his former identity after the Batman had revealed his identity, he was preparing a virtual reality to ensnare Batman. Sure, he was no match for the bat in a physical fight, but a battle of wits, in virtual reality? Why, then the Riddler would surely be the victor! Once he had completed development on his virtual reality, he sent a computer with a hard-line connection to his hideout to the police headquarters, sure that Batman would investigate, before becoming trapped within the virtual prison. All that was left to do now was wait, while his plan unfolds and his goons destroy all records of Edward Nygma.
While he waited, Eddie had found great pleasure in designing new traps and games, now that he had no physical limitations. The only thing greater than solving a puzzle, he felt, was to create new ones. Ones that there was no way anyone could solve, not even the Batman! Trap after trap, game after game all came to him, and he was building up quite a repertoire of schemes and ideas, just in case the Batman slipped away this time and needed to be challenged again.
~
After finishing up another great scheme, Eddie checked the time. What...that can't be! He thought, as he saw nearly 12 hours had passed while he was in the virtual world. He had neglected to program in any notification systems, or methods of disturbing him, as he wanted nothing to interrupt his work. But he soon realized this might have been a terrible oversight, as he would surely be half-starved and exhausted in the real world by this point. He quickly mimed taking off his helmet, bringing him back to the real world.
Suddenly, he felt very real feelings once more. He felt how exhausted he was, his empty stomach growling, his parched throat, and finally, worst of all, his full and swollen bladder. He felt a sharp pain as he turned his chair, hoping that he could make it to the bathroom before he lost control. But, just as he finished his turn and prepared to stand, he caught sight of movement in the shadows. None other than the Batman stepped out into the dim light of the computer monitors, and his eye slits narrowed as he said “It looks like you've finally joined the real world once more, Nygma.”
“Batman! Wha...how? How could you have found me?” Eddie said, a sharp shot of pain from his abdomen causing his voice to break towards the end of his query.
Attributing the break in his voice to shock, Batman answered “Easy, Nygma, on examination of the computer you sent to police headquarters, I saw the hard-line connected to it. It was a simple matter of tracking the source of the data after that, leading me here. Now, it's time for you to give it up and come with me to Arkham. So far you haven't done much wrong, a short stint in Arkham could set you back on the right path!”
“Wrong, Batman! The only right path for me is the path of vengeance! All I wanted was to get back at Mockridge for firing me, it was a personal matter that you interfered in!” The Riddler shouted, his anger and fear lending him greater control over his bladder as he stood.
“Attempted murder is never personal, Nygma.” Batman said, preparing for an attack from Edward. Though he knew he was outmatched, and should definitely not attempt to fight in his current state, Eddie charged at the bat in a rage, attempting to hit him with his cane. Of course, Batman easily parried the blow, and followed up with a swift punch to Eddie's abdomen. Instantly, all fight drained from Eddie, as the sudden strike jolted him from his rage. Along with his rage, his control vanished as well, and the shock and pain was too much for his strained bladder. Reeling from the blow, he collapsed against his desk, holding himself up with his elbow, as he felt his warm piss flowing out of him, he heard the loud hiss as it ran down his leg, drenching his pant leg and splattering on his shoes and the floor. For a moment, all he could feel was relief as it washed over him. But soon, what had happened dawned on him, and he looked up to see the Batman shocked into speechlessness.
“Uhhm...sorry.” Eddie said. “I lost track of how long I was in there, and not even my great mind could overcome my bladder. Especially with you hitting me so suddenly! I know you'll be taking me to Arkham now, but you don't suppose I could clean myself up a bit first, do you?”
Feeling incredibly guilty, as Batman had only meant to subdue him, never cause this much trouble, he said “Of course, Nygma. I know how the others in Arkham would react, and it certainly wouldn't help you. I'll let you get cleaned up. I had a bad day once too, you know.” Batman escorted Eddie to his bathroom, allowing him to clean himself up, but standing outside of the door in an attempt to keep him from getting away. But as Edward shut the door behind him, he smirked, already coming up with a plan to escape.
Edited March 28, 2015 by Jack Napier
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A/N: This commission was meant to be a little silly, as to fit with the whole concept of HSM itself. I was asked to have the victims sing about their desperation, so let's hope that the songs are properly humorous and does not tank too terribly.
On one particular day at East High, five different girls in five different classes found themselves with a very similar problem as the same time. Gabriella Montez, Sharpay Evans, Taylor McKessie, Kelsi Nielsen, and Martha Cox all had to pee, and quite badly, at that. They were all watching the clock, some with crossed legs, some squirming in their seats, some beating a fist on their thighs, or others with some combination of the three.
Gabriella could not believe how desperate she had become over the course of the past hour, and could not wait for the bell to ring so that she could rush off to the bathroom. She had thought about asking for a pass a few times, but her shyness always won out and she decided to wait until the end of class.
Kelsi was in much the same situation, too shy to bring any attention to the matter at hand. Sharpay had no reservations about asking, but the teacher denied her request because she had used her maximum passes for the week. Taylor had also used her maximum passes, and therefore knew better than to even both asking, while Martha was trapped in an important test and would not be able to leave the room until everyone had completed it. Of course, there was bound to be someone that took all the way up to the bell to finish.
Their bladders filled more and more with each tick of the clock, even beyond the point that any of them thought they could handle. When the bell finally rang, Gabriella gave a quiet sigh of relief, while Kelsi just smiled a bit to herself. Sharpay let out an annoyed, “Finally.” Taylor bolted for the door without another thought Martha almost shoved past a few people that were in front of her.
As they all made their way to the bathroom, hurrying through the hallway without bothering to stop for anyone or anything, they soon crossed paths. They could each tell, almost instantly, that the others felt the exact same pain that they did, and they hoped that all five stalls would be empty so that none of them would have to wait.
But as they reached the bathroom, they realized that that would be the least of their problems. A sense of dread fell over them as they read the sign on the ladies' room door. “Out of order- Due to plumbing issues this bathroom is out of service temporarily, will be operational again shortly.”
“Out of order,” sang out Gabriella. “How can that be true?”
“Out of order,” picked up Taylor. “Tell me, what did I ever do to you?”
“Out of order,” Sharpay contiued. “This had better be fixed fast!”
“Out of order,” sang Kelsi quietly, “How will I ever make it through my next class?”
“This is gonna end bad, I can already tell!” belted out Martha.
With that, the five girls turned to go their separate ways. Not one of them thought that they could make it, but there was no other option for them. With there being no way of knowing when the bathrooms would be open again, they couldn't afford to wait around and risk being late for class. They had to sit through another one, and hope that they could hold it until the bathrooms were open.
~X~
Gabriella was very visibly desperate in her next class, but she noticed that she was not the only one. It seemed that almost every girl was being negatively affected by the status of the bathrooms. She was not alone in crossing her legs tightly under her desk and pressing a hand to her crotch occasionally.
“I can't wait too much longer,” she sang to herself. “The urge just keeps growing stronger and I know, yes, I know, that I've really, really, really got to go.” Her song did not help take her mind off of things however, and her eyes widened in horror as she felt leak after leak escape, creating a dark patch on her jeans.
She grabbed herself tightly to avoid leaking further, but it was no use. Just as she began to wet herself, she heard another girl in the room squeal and a loud hiss of liquid splashing on the floor. No one noticed as she flooded her seat as well, because more and more girls began losing control. She was humiliated, but felt a little bit better knowing that she wasn't alone.
~X~
And alone she wasn't. Even Sharpay, queen of the school, was absolutely dying of desperation, and she made no secret of it as she huffed and squirmed and crossed her legs. The other girls in the room didn't dare complain of their own desperation when she was clearly suffering so.
“Seriously, I am going to pee myself if this doesn't get fixed!” she snapped suddenly, but the others noticed a large, growing dark patch on her clothes and knew that there was no way the situation would be fixed in time. She shrieked in horror, singing out, “Just look what they made me do! They're gonna hear about it, just mark my words! Yeah, look at what just happened! Not one of you had better say a word!”
As if on cue, the other girls in the room let go, purposefully wetting themselves in sympathy.
~X~
Kelsi held herself tightly under her desk, her face bright red in shame for her own situation, as well as the girls around her. Almost every girl in her class had wet themselves already, and she was one of the few left. She knew that it was inevitable for her to lose control like they had, but she still tried her best to hold on.
“Gotta make it, gotta make it, even though I don't know how,” she sang. “Gotta make it until the very end. I gotta make it, gotta make it, even though I don't think I can. Gotta make it, can't break or bend.”
She whimpered as she felt a bit escape, her hands feeling warm. She knew that there was a visible spot, and knew there was really no chance left for her. She was close to tears as she felt more escape, knowing now that she had to be sitting in a small puddle. The next spurt was the last, as it blended into a steady stream that splashed onto the floor, completely soaking her.
~X~
Taylor was in so much pain, and so close to her limit that she could hardly stand it. A few other girls had already reached their limits, and several other girls in her class looked close to it as well. She didn't see any point in forcing herself to hold it for this long, when she knew she was going to wet herself in the long run anyway.
“This isn't worth the pain I'm feeling, and it's not worth the wait,” she sang. “Besides, it isn't like it hasn't happened to everyone else anyway!” With that, she let out a sigh of relief as she let go, wetting herself just as every other girl seemed to be doing that day.
~X~
“I'm not gonna lose control today, I'm not gonna do it, no, no way,” Martha was singing. “I just can't do it, not here in class, I'm gonna be the one who comes in last.” In her classroom, a few girls had already wet themselves and she knew that she would soon be one of them. Still, she didn't want to humiliate herself like that, even if everyone would be understanding of it.
She had thrown all hints of shame to the wind quite some time ago, and had been holding herself and crossing her legs for a while. Every time she felt a leak, she would tighten her grip and squirm around vigorously until she felt like she had regained control once more.
But try as she might, there was no way to hold for that long, especially considering how desperate she had been before she had even found out about the bathroom's being out of order. She groaned and tried to stop the final spurt, but it did not let up, and she soaked through the back of her skirt and down her legs, creating yet another puddle on her classroom floor.
~X~
It was, to say the very least, an interesting day at East High. The boys, who never had to deal with that inconvenience, learned it was better to keep their mouths shut about the predicament of the girls, and some even learned about an interest they had not previously known they had. But no one could deny that the ones who had it the worst were the janitors. |
Kim felt her bladder filling up rapidly as she slurped down her eighth bottle of beer.
Her head felt as light as a feather as she walked up to the dance floor where her husband, Kanye awaited her.
Amidst the loud sound of music and the smell of sweat from all the people dancing around her, Kim could feel her need to pee intensifying rapidly, after all she had been putting it off for hours now.
But she wasn’t in a mood to interrupt her moments of bliss with an abrupt bathroom break.
The DJ was playing some really nice tracks and that was all she wanted to get her mood going.
As she danced, Kim could feel the copious amount of urine inside her ,colliding with the walls of her bladder . Each movement she made sent waves of agony across her swollen vessel.The waist band of her jeans was cutting into her protruding abdomen now.
A little later, when the pressure grew dramatically higher, Kim decided it was time to take a much needed pee.
“Where are you going?” Kanye asked in a loud voice as the deafening music around made anything hard to hear.
“I have to use the loo…will be back in a moment…” Kim replied before she walked off.
Each step she took towards the toilets hurt her bladder more. She was sure it was gonna be a long pee considering how full her bladder felt.
Annoyance griped her mind as she found an incredibly long line of women waiting to use the loos.
She was a star and she wasn’t going to wait in a line to use the toilets! It was going to take a while before she could get in to relieve herself but the pressure in her bladder was getting too much to be suppressed any longer.
Kim wiggled her thighs a bit and made her way to the balcony.
Once there, she lit herself a cigarette and took a smoke as she grabbed her crotch. This was the best way she could think to take her mind off her bursting bladder.
Clouds of smoke formed around her as she admired the shimmering skyline of the city.
“Hello mam…” came a voice from behind, “I am Robert…I am huge fan of yours. I’ve watched every episode of ‘Keeping up with the Kardashians’, it has always been my dream to meet you…” the guy smiled as he put his hand forward .
Kim shook his hand slightly and gave a sly smile as she leaned back on the railing with her elbows resting on it.
She rubbed her thighs together more visibly as she felt her throbbing bladder stretch to greater lengths.
“Is everything alright? You look distressed..” Robert asked as he saw Kim frown.
“Oh it’s nothing …I have to go the bathroom real bad…that’s it…” she said before taking another smoke.
Robert’s eyes widened and his ears felt hot when he heard this. His manhood started to get erect as waves of arousal surged through his body.
They continued to talk for a while before Kim again made an abrupt admission about her need, “Dying to wee…” she sighed , grabbing her crotch and throwing her face up in pressure and pain.
When Robert saw her holding herself between her legs, he almost came in his underwear . He had to say it, now or never.
“Well there is a small confession I’ve to make …” he said with a shy smile.
“Yes?” Kim asked.
“I have always dreamt of watching you desperate to pee…” he answered, bowing his head down a bit. “I’ve fantasized about you rushing home desperate to pee and wetting yourself before you get to the toilet..” he continued.
Kim was taken aback at first but then thought of accepting the guy for what he is, “Oh…you sure have weird dreams…” she laughed.
“Do you think you’ll be able to make it?” Robert asked , taking timely glances at her bulging bladder.
“Well of course I will…” she replied in an annoyed tone. What did he think of her ? A kindergartener ,to uncontrollably wet herself in front of everyone?
She needed to pee bad and every few seconds, her eyes wavered off towards the loos to see if the line was any shorter than before but to her dismay it only grew longer .
After she finished her smoke , she took her leave from Robert and went back to the dance floor. Her bladder was bursting but she wasn’t here to waste her time waiting for the loos , she was here to enjoy herself and she was gonna do just that no matter how bad she needed to wee.
As she danced , grabbing her crotch from time to time, Robert kept an eye on her from a distance. He was secretly enjoying Kim’s desperate crotch grabbing .
He had always loved the idea of a grown up woman putting off going to the toilet until the last minute and then making a last minute dash to pee. He could have never imagined that he would get to see Kim Kardashian fulfilling his fantasy although in this case she actually had no access to the toilets.
By this time Kim’s bladder had reached its maximum capacity .Her brain had set off an alarm to warn her that she was at her absolute limit and should leave everything and rush to use the toilets but she was still putting it off.
She wasn’t in her complete senses thanks to all the alcohol she had been consuming . At this point she was continuously holding her crotch to help ease the pressure only if a little.
Just then a spurt of pee escaped and Kim froze on the dance floor, squeezing her crotch tighter.
“Oh my god!” she gasped in horror as her flood gates burst open and she involuntarily started letting out a violent stream of hot urine into her jeans.
The wet patch grew rapidly from her crotch, through her inner thighs to her trembling knees. Kim tried so hard to stop the flow but it wasn’t in her control anymore.
People around her didn’t even notice that she was having an accident, as they all danced and yelled.
The loud music suppressed her sobs as the puddle under her feet grew rapidly.
It was after a few seconds that a guy noticed the pool of urine that had formed around Kim.All of a sudden people around her started noticing that she was having an accident.
“Holy fuck…she is peeing her pants…” said a girl to another.
They all were shocked to see a celebrity wetting herself in public .
Kim tried her best to stop her legs from shaking but failed. It looked like nothing was in her control anymore.
She couldn’t believe that she was urinating so much. After peeing for an entire two minutes, Kim had left her jeans soaked from crotch to ankles.
Her tears knew no end as she stared at the enormous puddle of urine she had left on the floor.
What had she done? How will she ever be able to face herself after this?When Kanye found out what had happened, he took his crying wife out of the place leaving a lake of her pee for people to dance on.
Robert , who had witnessed the whole incident couldn’t believe his luck. This was his dream come true.
Later that night ,he wanked himself to have the most intense orgasm of his life ,thinking of Kim’s massive accident. |
A/N: This commission is a bit of a stretch as far as the time setting for this, but hey, it's just a fun little story.
Tess had forgotten just how boring school was, but as she sat in Anna's classes, in Anna's body, it all came back to her. High school really was the worst, and she couldn't wait to get back home and try to figure out how to fix this problem. She dearly hoped that this was not a permanent switch, as she dreaded the thought of having to grow up and chase after her career all over again.
Each class only bored her further, and she let her mind wander again and again, not really paying attention to much of anything. There was no point, if she was going to get back to her own body, after all. She was able to zone out completely in most classes, and even came close to falling asleep a few times, but her small bit of peace with the day was disrupted when she realized that she really needed to pee.
The problem with this was that she had no idea where anything in the school was, and would use almost all of her breaks between classes trying to find the next one. If she went to the bathroom in that time, she ran the risk of making Anna late, and did not want her daughter to get in trouble because of her.
So she decided that, since it was the second half of the school day, she would wait until school was out and go then. And so she sat with her legs crossed at the ankles, and tried to zone out again to pass time and take her mind off of her situation. She was an adult after all, and even though she was in a teenager's body, she was confident that she could hold it.
~X~
“And I just feel like, you know, that's why I can't have a meaningful relationship anymore. You know?”
“Yes, that does sound like a reason,” said Anna, bored out of her mind. She had dealt with several patients that day, giving them similar vague answers and stupid questions to keep them talking so that she wouldn't have to. She had no idea what to do and no idea how her mother managed to do this every single day. But she especially wondered when she would have a break.
Perhaps she shouldn't have had an extra large soda on her lunch break, but she had thought the caffeine would keep her awake for the remainder of her mother's sessions that she had to sit through, pretending to know what she was doing and pretending to be interested in them. However, it was only making things worse, as it had quickly made its way to her bladder and she had to fidget every now and then from how badly she needed to pee.
She jiggled her legs as the patient continued complaining about whatever it was they were concerned about; it was hard to keep track with all the different people in and out and the pressure on her bladder. She crossed her legs, nodding along in fake interest. If only they would hurry it up, perhaps she would have a chance to run to the bathroom before her next patient arrived.
However, this patient was so long winded, and, frankly, whiny, that she felt as if she would never be able to get out. She started a mental chant, begging herself to wait this out, but even that did not help. She crossed her legs, and hoped for the best.
~X~
A few classes closer to the end of the day and Tess was no longer so sure about her ability to wait. She could never remember being this desperate for a bathroom, and she could hardly keep still. She fervently hoped that nobody noticed her predicament, especially because whatever they saw, they would attribute to Anna.
She didn't realize just how difficult high school could be, particularly in a situation like this, and she felt a pang of sympathy for her daughter. However, a much sharper pang from her bladder ended this train of thought, and she jiggled her legs to try to get it under control.
~X~
The patient was still rambling on, having gone into an extended session after finding out that she did not have any other appointments scheduled. Though she could not say no, Anna could not believe her bad luck. How did her mother put up with these people eating up her day like this?
She could barely even give coherent responses to the patient by this point, her voice strained and her eyes teary from the effort of holding it. She wanted to tell this patient to shut up and get out before she soaked the office carpet, but of course she couldn't do that. She could only endure, with legs tightly crossed.
~X~
Finally, the final bell rang for the day and Tess gave a small sigh of relief. She had made it! Now all she had to do was remember where the bathrooms were in this maze of a school, and she would be all set.
But that was easier said than done. With each step taking a toll on her overfull bladder and her memory of the building's layout shaky at best, she wandered around quite a bit before a sharp contraction caused her to clench her thighs tightly together. She was not going to last much longer here, and she could not afford to let anything happen in the hallway. She did not live too far away; if she walked home, there was a better chance of her making it.
And so she exited the building as quickly as she could in her current condition, walking at the fastest pace that did not cause her to double over and lose control on the spot. Soon, she was in her neighborhood, and was grateful, because she had already felt a few dribbles leak out into her panties. It was just as she had reached their walkway and thought that she was in the clear that it happened.
She doubled over with the effort of stopping it, and tried to quicken her pace, but there was no stopping herself. Her sporadic leaks became one long, steady flow that quickly stained her jeans a dark blue and formed a puddle on the ground. The relief was overwhelming, as was the humiliation. She was a grown woman, and she had just wet herself.
Perhaps, she thought, her daughter had it harder than she knew.
~X~
Anna drove home as quickly as she could. She had to resist cheering when the patient finally left and she learned that it was time for her to go home. Her joy had been cut short, however, when she saw the line at the building's one bathroom, and she decided that she would rather drive home then stand in line, dancing around for all to see. She could at least spare her mother that humiliation.
But now she had to make it home, and that was becoming “easier said than done” with each passing second. Her bladder ached for relief, and she was so close to just giving it and letting it have that relief, against all rational thought. She managed to continue denying it, though, and just pressed her foot down on the gas pedal harder, hoping to make it home faster.
She had her hand under her skirt, tightly gripping herself, and she bounced in the front seat of the car, teeth grit. She hissed at the sharp throbs that racked her as she held on, assuring herself that she did not have that far to go before she could finally let go. But her body refused to listen, and refused to wait any longer.
Before she knew what was happening, her hand grew wet and she looked down with horror. A large wet patch was spreading on the front of her skirt and she could feel it soaking through the back, flooding the car seat. She was suddenly grateful for the leather interior that would be easy to clean out, as she could not regain control and stop the stream.
Soon, it had splashed down into the floor, making a loud, gushing sound as it did so, and she felt herself blush. She was too old to be wetting herself like this, but she hadn't really had a choice. It had been such a long day at work, and she hadn't had a chance to get away.
Maybe her mom had it tougher than she realized. |
The wonderfully prolific Harley Quinn let me know that she's also working on a version of this request from Vexer6. We briefly discussed merging our idea, but ultimately decided that two stories are better than one!
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The classroom chatter stopped abruptly as soon as the bell rang. The students had learned pretty quickly that Agatha Jensen had no patience for dawdling, and started teaching on the stroke of the hour.
“Now, class,” Ms. Jensen began, in her traditional drone that made her sound every bit of her 64 years, “For the final quarter of the year in economics class, you’re going to take some of the lessons you’ve learned and apply them to real life. I have here - “ She gestured toward a shoebox neatly packed with stacks of colorful slips of paper “- Monopoly money. You’ll each receive a certain ‘salary’ based on your grades, attendance, and participation in class so far this year. You will have a chance to continue to earn money through satisfactory performance in class activities.”
The class remained silent, wondering what unpleasant twist Ms. Jensen could put on something as seemingly harmless as Monopoly money. The old woman had been teaching high school economic for decades, and was not known for being pleasant or easy to get along with.
“Obviously,” Ms. Jensen continued, “Like in the real world, bank notes are of no value unless you can trade them for something. In this case, you can use your money to purchase extra credit points or extensions on assignments.”
The 20 or so high school seniors in the class started to look cautiously interested. Bonus points were always useful…
“In addition to academic support,” Jenson droned on, “I will hold a small market, if you will, every Friday. If you so choose, you can spend your money on snacks, drinks, or trinkets.”
The students perked up even more. Jensen never allowed food in class!
“However,” she lectured monotonously, “Also like the real world, you will be asked to pay for everyday conveniences and be fined for misconduct. A full list of fees will be posted on my desk for the remainder of the school year. If you find yourself in a position where you do not have enough money to cover a fine or fee, you will be subject to the appropriate disciplinary consequence.”
Though no one in class dared to roll an eye, you could practically feel the sense of resignation. Of course Jensen would find a find a way to make sure the project was more stressful than fun. Still, it did add an intriguing twist to their final weeks at the fancy, private school.
One by one, the students stood to silently accept their allotted “salary,” along with a printed list of ways to earn more and prices for the weekly markets. Then, with barely a pause, Ms. Jensen launched into the daily lecture, leaving students scrambling to put away their money and start taking notes.
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Though everyone in class had, to some degree, mentally prepared themselves to be slapped with unanticipated fines and fees and Ms. Jensen’s every whim, the first week went by without incident.
On Friday, the students filed happily into her classroom for the final period of the day to be greeted with a smorgasbord of brightly packaged treats and drinks.
“Ooooh!” squealed Amber, the undisputed queen bee of the senior class. “I am dying for a Diet Mountain Dew. Perf!”
Amber’s entourage, a stereotypically gorgeous set of 3 girls, followed her to the drink table. “Come on, ladies,” Amber chirped. “Drinks will make it so much easier to sit through this class!”
Zoe, a tiny little slip of a girl who often wondered how she’d had the good graces to be swept up in Amber’s orbit, hesitated. “I was kind of hoping to save my money for bonus points in the final…” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“The final is weeks away,” Amber admonished. “You’ll have plenty of time to earn money for bonus points before then!” And without another word, Amber shoved a 20-ounce bottle into Zoe’s thin hands.
Sighing, Zoe handed her money to the stone-faced Ms. Jensen. Sure this purchase left her with hardly anything left, but it was a warm day, and Amber was right. There was plenty of time to earn extra Jensen Bucks, as the class had taken to calling the Monopoly money.
Absentmindedly, Zoe gulped down her drink within the first 10 minutes of the hourlong class. She almost instantly felt a sense of discomfort in her bladder.
Zoe tensed as Ms. Jensen made her way through the days typically boring slides. Her bladder was proportionately small, so she usually went to the restroom every two period. She would also go after the final class of the day - economics- before getting on the bus. Though it was a bit of a wait, she’d never had any real problems holding it until the final bell rang.
Glancing surreptitiously around, Zoe noticed that Amber, Kathy, and Brit had also finished their respective drinks.
A half hour into the class, Zoe squirmed uncomfortably. Her bladder was achingly full. Next to her, Amber wriggled her hips and pouted, then thrust her hand in the air.
“Miss Jensen?” Amber called girlishly. “May I please have a hall pass?”
Agatha eyed the well-coiffed girl drily. “That’ll be fifty dollars, Miss Worthington.”
“I don’t have fifty dollars!” Amber wheedled. “This is an emergency.”
“If you do not have the requisite funds, Miss Worthington,” Ms. Jensen said, her tone never changing, “You are free to choose to leave my class without a hall pass and face the necessary consequences.”
“But -” Amber squeaked, putting on her best pleading face.
“Now, back to John Nash…” Jensen had already turned back to the projector to continue her lecture.
“Hmph!” Amber slouched exaggeratedly back in her seat. “Stupid old bat!” she whispered.
Next to her, Zoe had started to sweat. There was still nearly 30 minutes left in class, and the thought of leaving class without permission - with the attention and detention it would draw - was not at all a palatable idea. She squeezed her thighs together, thinking she would just have to make it to the final bell.
As the minutes ticked on, Amber continued to squirm dramatically, sighing and letting out practiced little whines to let everyone around her know how inconvenienced she was. Zoe wondered if Amber could possibly have to go as badly as she did.
With 10 minutes left, Amber elegantly raised her hand again.
“No, Miss Worthington,” came Jensen’s reply. She hadn’t even turned around.
Amber leaned forward, a move that seemed more calculated to show off her breasts than to control her bladder. In contrast, Zoe clenched her pelvic muscles even tighter as she felt a distressing spurt of urine dampen her underwear.
With one minute left in class, Zoe was sweating. She’d had to clutch herself through her skirt a few times, but didn’t dare hold herself outright. She was more embarrassed than she could ever remember being and was on the very brink of total collapse.
Finally, the bell rang. Amber jumped to her feet, ranting haughtily. “Finally! Ugh, I swear, I’m about to pee myself! Awful old woman. That’s like, child abuse, making me hold it like that. Come on, girls, let’s bounce.”
As Amber’s shrill voice died down, another, far more awful sound could be heard, even above the normal end-of-the-day din. A trickling, splattering noise that came from Zoe’s desk.
Dozens of teenaged heads whirled around to look at Zoe’s slight, trembling form. She remained hunched at her desk as liquid pooled beneath her, dripped off the edge of the hard seat and onto the floor. A dark, damp stain spread across her lap and up the back of her dull, gray uniform skirt.
Silent tears poured down Zoe’s face. Just as the bell had rung, her body gave out and she’d begun to wet helplessly in her seat. Keenly aware of her peers stares, Zoe’s face flamed with humiliation as urine soaked into her skirt, pooled on the hard desk seat, and spilled onto the linoleum floor.
From the desk behind Zoe, Zeke Hunter watched with a sinking feeling in his stomach. He didn’t say anything (he hardly ever said anything, anyway, much less in highly public situations), but he felt terrible for the cute, petite girl. She looked like she was physically in pain, and it broke his heart.
Amber’s shrill, entitled voice broke the silence. “Oh my God!” She shrieked. “Miss Jensen, look what you did! Zoe peed her pants because of your stupid money system!”
Agatha barely deigned to look up from her desk. “Miss Matthews chose to spend her money on drinks rather than keeping a fund to cover hall passes. She then chose to urinate in her seat rather than take the disciplinary repercussion of leaving to go to the restroom. Those were her decisions, not mine.”
Zoe let out a miserable, choked sob as the final drops of urine flowed through her drenched skirt and onto the floor. Was this really her fault? It was hard to argue with Jensen’s logic, not that Zoe had the energy to try.
“Ugh!” Amber squealed again, grabbing Zoe by the arm. “We’re so done here. Come on, Zo, girls.” With what was meant to be a withering glare at Ms. Jensen, Amber stalked out of the classroom through the remaining onlookers, dragging Zoe behind her.
Amber burst through the door of the girls’ bathroom. Kathy helpfully handed Zoe her purse, which she’d grabbed off the desk as Amber made her exit. Brit rubbed Zoe’s arm.
“That bitch!” Amber ranted. She turned benevolently toward Zoe. “Oh, honey, you poor thing. How gross! I hope Jensen feels awful. It’s totally her fault you peed yourself. You should sue her. I’m totally going to the principal. My parents will throw a fit. This is unconstitutional.”
Amber paused slightly, twisting her hips in a way that looked more delicate than desperate. “But first, I totally have to pee. I know how you feel, babe! I really have to go, too.” With that drastic overstatement, Amber shut herself in one of the cubicles, leaving Kathy and Brit to comfort their dripping, weeping friend.
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For the remainder of the year, Zoe was absolutely militant about always keeping enough Jensen bucks saved for a hall pass. She never again purchased a drink from the Friday market, or even snacks.
No one had ever really teased her about her accident; they wouldn’t dare cross a card-carrying member of Amber’s clique. Still, the mortification of that day stuck with Zoe.
Amber had made a brief crusade against Ms. Jensen. The principal, however, had taken the longtime teacher’s side, claiming that a) 18-year-olds should be old enough to control their bodily functions in the first place and b) the students had been told they could leave the classroom. Zoe had clearly chosen wetting herself over a detention. Amber had huffed around the halls for awhile, ranting to anyone who would listen about what she called “Constitutional rights,” but her interest quickly waned as prom and the end of the school year approached.
The week of the finals arrived. The school scheduled senior exams in blocks, so students would sit for exams for two consecutive periods instead of just one. Ms. Jensen’s economics exam was scheduled for Friday.
The day before the test, Ms. Jensen ordered anyone who planned on using their money for bonus points to pay in advance. “I plan on grading your tests right away, so I want to make a list of the extra credit due,” she explained dispassionately.
Zoe carefully counted out the money she’d saved - enough for 10 extra points - and made sure to keep $50 in case she needed a hall pass the next day. Nervously, she tucked her “safety fund” into the designated section of her purse and settled in to listen to the pre-exam review.
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The following day, Amber marshalled Zoe, Kathy, and Brit into assembling prom favors in the senior lounge during their free period before the economics exam. Amber was going with Freddy Lubowicz, the perfectly Aryan captain of the lacrosse team. Kath and Brit both had long-term boyfriends. Only little Zoe was left without a date.
“There’s still a week,” Amber was saying as she tied ribbon into a perfect bow around one of the delicate, tulle favor bags. “I think Lex Benson might ask you. I hear he turned down that skank, Julia Wabash.”
Zoe shrugged noncommitally. The truth is, though no one had made fun of her accident to her face, she was sure that peeing on yourself in the middle of class disqualified you from getting a prom date.
Suddenly, the bell rang. “Shit!” Amber squealed. “Here, girls, place the finished bags in here - no, gently, Brit, God!” With completely unnecessary reverence, Amber placed the box of finished favors in the cupboard, then turned and dashed out the door, her minions close on her heels.
They sprinted down through the halls, tumbling through the door of Ms. Jensen’s classroom just as the second bell rang.
“We’re here!” Amber declared defensively, eyeing the other students, who were all safely seated.
“Yet not in your designated seats as the bell rang, Miss Worthington,” Jensen replied blandly. “That means you were late to class, which requires a fifty dollar fee.” The woman held out her hand.
“Ugh!” Amber all but slapped the colorful bill into the teacher’s hand and flounced defiantly to her desk.
Zoe hesitated. Because they’d lost track of time making prom favors, she hadn’t emptied her bladder before class. She probably could have made it through a normal, one-hour lecture, but she was sure there was no way she could sit through the whole two-hour exam!
“Miss Jensen?” she murmured.
Something that may have been pity flashed across Agatha’s face, but then it was gone, replaced by the teacher’s typical, dispassionate gaze. “Your fee, Miss Matthews.”
Zoe shuddered as she handed over her only bill. Hot tears sprang into her eyes as she slumped into her seat.
Zeke watched as Zoe slid into the desk in front of him. He was sure Jensen had just left her without funds for a hall pass. He hoped she’d make it through the exam.
An hour later, Zeke had finished and turned his exam. He’d always been a fast test-taker. Unfortunately, school rules stipulated that students could not be dismissed early, so he was left sitting silently, reading or maybe taking a nap at his desk (no electronics allowed, obviously).
But at the moment, Zeke was neither reading nor napping. He was watching the petite body of Zoe Matthews squirm in front of him. Even from the back, she looked distinctly uncomfortable. Her pencil had stopped moving across the exam paper, and Zeke heard the softest sniffle.
Zoe was fighting a losing battle. There was no way she could survive another hour without wetting herself. She had her thighs twisted forcefully together, but she could no longer concentrate on her test. If it had been a normal class day, she certainly would have walked out without a hall pass and taken the detention. Unfortunately, walking out on an exam without permission didn’t just earn detention; it earned a big, fat 0 on the exam, and Zoe couldn’t afford to fail the final.
A single tear slipped down her chin and onto the test. She sniffled quietly, unable to believe that she was doomed to pee herself for a second time in front of her classmates.
As more tears filled her eyes and threatened to spill over, Zoe felt a light tap on her back. She jumped slightly, and turned to see a hand holding a pale blue $50 bill.
“Take it,” Zeke whispered, his hand shaking slightly.
Unable to even turn around, Zoe paused for only a moment before grabbing the slip of paper. She gave her pelvic muscles a tight squeeze to ensure control, then slowly stood and approach Ms. Jensen’s desk.
“May I please have a hall pass?” Zoe whispered desperately, beseechingly holding out the $50 bill.
Agatha Jensen eyed her student warily, but wrote out the necessary pass. “You have 7 minutes, Miss Matthews.”
Zoe snatched the hall pass gratefully and all but sprinted out of the room. In the empty hallway, she grasped herself tightly through her skirt as she shoved open the door to the ladies’ restroom. Banging into the closest cubicle, she clenched and wriggled her hips as she lifted her drab uniform skirt and clutched at her panties to pull them down. She started peeing before her thighs even hit the toilet seat, and urine splashed noisily into the water below.
Gasping with relief, Zoe blushed a bit at her frantic entrance. Clearly, she had been way too close to having another accident. She would certainly have to thank the cute, dark-eyed boy that sat behind her. Zach, maybe?
As her stream finally tapered off, Zoe grabbed some extra toilet paper to wipe up the urine she’d sprinkled on the seat. She washed her hands, wiped the last of the tears from her eyes, and headed back to the classroom to finish her exam.
Zeke had watched with a small smile as Zoe dashed of the classroom. At least she wasn’t going to have an accident in front of the whole class this time.
But Zeke’s smile had faded quickly. He didn’t regret giving Zoe his money, but the fact of the matter was, that had been his last bill. Now, he had nothing left.
And Zeke had to pee.
Like Zoe, he’d saved the price of a hall pass so he could have a break during the exam period. He’d read a study that showed people made better decisions with full bladders, so he always drank a bit more before big tests. He’d always had a pretty strong bladder, so waiting for breaks wasn’t a big deal, and since he finished tests so quickly, he would occasionally ask for a hall pass after he was done.
Zeke clenched his thigh muscles as Zoe walked back into the room, looking blessedly relieved and dry. She smiled shyly at him before sliding into her seat.
He exhaled softly. It had been worth it, then, giving Zoe his money. Now he just had to hold on until the end of class. Zeke put his head down in his arms and tried to sleep.
45 minutes later, the final bell rang, and any students who hadn’t finished already walked to the front of the classroom to hand in their exams. They chattered excitedly, happy to be done with another test and one week closer to graduation.
Zoe looked back at Zeke, but he still had his head down on the desk. Biting her lip, she stood to follow Amber out in the hallway, trying to think of how she would thank the kind boy who had saved her from another unbearable humiliation.
Zeke raised his head as the classroom sounds died down. He watched as Ms. Jensen followed the last student out the door, clutching their exams, presumably on her way to the teachers’ lounge.
Sighing, Zeke stood up, feeling the cool, wet cloth of his gray slacks cling to the back of his thighs. He hadn’t wet completely, but he hadn’t been able to help multiple leaks from escaping. He supposed it wasn’t too bad; at least none of his classmates had noticed.
As Zeke turned to grab his things off the desk, he heard a gasp behind him. Whirling around, he was stunned to see Zoe standing in the doorway of the classroom, her hand over her mouth.
“Zoe…” he choked out. What do you even say?
Slowly, Zoe walked forward. “Did...did you…”
Zeke blushed furiously as he tried to look nonchalant. “It’s nothing,” he muttered.
But Zoe kept moving forward. “Why didn’t you asked for a hall pass?” she asked softly.
Zeke looked down at the tiny girl in front of him. “That was my last fifty,” he replied.
Zoe craned her head to look up at him, her eyes filling with tears. “You did that...for me?” she whispered.
Zeke gazed into her eyes earnestly. “I couldn’t bear to see you go through that again,” he explained.
Zoe’s heart soared. No one had ever done something that generous for her. “But...but you…” She was not being overly successful with words at the moment.
Tearing his gaze away, Zeke blushed more deeply. “I thought I could make it,” he murmured, shrugging. “It’s no big deal.” Gallantry was much harder to pull off when you’re standing in urine-soaked pants, he thought.
“It is a big deal!” Zoe squeaked, suddenly animated. “Giving me that money, that’s the kindest thing anyone’s ever done for me!” She reddened. “You were right, I wasn’t going to make it. I felt terrible and I thought I was done for. And then you tapped me on the shoulder, and I saw the money, and it was honestly, like, sent from heaven!”
Zoe stepped back slightly, embarrassed at her outburst. “I mean…” she continued in a quieter voice. “...you don’t even know me.”
Zeke’s shoulders slumped. “I…” He hesitated, not wanting to say too much. “I’ve sat behind you all year. You’re not obnoxious or entitled like Amber. You’re sweet and kind and cute…”
He cut off, wondering what the world record for blushing was.
Blinking, Zoe looked up at him shyly. “You think I’m cute?”
Zeke smiled ruefully. “Definitely. I was…” he trailed off. What he was going to do probably didn’t matter, now that she’d seen that he’d had an accident.
“Yeah?” Zoe looked up, hopefully.
Encouraged, Zeke drew in a breath. “I was hoping you’d go to prom with me?” It wasn’t a grammatically correct question, but he phrased it as one.
Zoe’s face split into a disbelieving smile. “Really?”
“Well, yeah, if you’re not…”
“I’d love to!” Zoe cried, bouncing slightly. “I mean...wow!”
Zeke grinned. “Well...okay, then!”
They both stood there awkwardly for a few moments. Zoe spoke first. “Should we...I mean, I can show you pictures of my dress, and we can get tickets on Monday, and…”
“Um, Zoe?” Zeke interrupted uncomfortably.
“Oh!” Zoe blushed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get carried away, I just…”
“No, no!” Zeke reassured her. “It’s just…” he blushed again, sure that she could feel the heat radiating off his face. “I, um...I still have to go.”
“Oh!” Zoe squeaked again, sharing in Zeke’s embarrassment. “I’ll...I have to catch up with Amber, anyway.” She turned to walk out the door, but looked back over her shoulder. “I’ll talk to you on Monday?” she asked, hesitantly.
Still slightly red, Zeke’s face relaxed into a smile. “Definitely,” he replied.
Zoe beamed and scurried out the door. Zeke bent at the waist, momentarily clutching his crotch before dashing out towards the restrooms. It wasn’t how he’d pictured asking a cute girl to prom, he thought as he relieved himself in the urinal, but hey! It had worked! |
A/N: A gift story for vexer6 because he has bought several commissions from me and is my most loyal customer. Sapphire3619 also wrote something for this prompt, so check hers out if you like mine!
Miss Blake was a junior high social studies teacher who was well-liked by the school, seeing as she was young and the type who brought in new ideas. On one particular day, she had planned a special event to teach her seventh graders about the value of currency. For that day, they were excused from their other classes and would instead report to the gymnasium, which had been converted into a fake shopping center with booths set up and run by older students from her other classes.
The students would be given a set amount of fake bills and would be able to spend it at the boots on food, drinks, bathroom passes, and various knickknacks made by the art students. She was excited for the day, as she thought that the idea was creative and fun, and that the kids would like it. And, of course, the students were excited because it would be an easy day, free from classes.
Three friends, Nancy, Andrea, and Bri, were no exception to that rule. The girls had been close friends for years and planned to spend the day hanging out together during the event. As soon as they got to school, they met up and went to collect their money for the day.
They were given a total of thirty dollars each in the fake bills, and since they hadn't had breakfast, knowing that they could buy food there, they first went to a booth selling donuts and orange juice. They each spent five dollars, getting a donut and a drink for themselves.
After having their breakfast, the three girls roamed around, looking at the other things. They were quick to spend some of their money at one of the art booths on three identical bracelets, a goofy reminder of the day. After that, they passed a booth with some ice cream punch that they decided to try and, after realizing that they loved it, they got a second glass to sip on as they wandered the rest of the room.
They passed time looking at stuff and chatting, and before they knew it, it was time for lunch. A booth had opened in place of the donut booth, selling slices of pizza and sodas, so they headed over to get that. By this point, they were almost out of money.
“I can't believe we ran out that fast,” said Bri. “We've still got the whole rest of the day to kill!”
“I know, it's crazy,” Andrea replied. “What do you think we should spend the last of our money on, though?”
“I don't know about you guys, but I really want some more of that punch we had this morning. It was so, so good!” Nancy said.
The others agreed and they went back to that booth, spending what little bit of their money remained on the punch that they had loved so much. It was just as they were finishing up their last glasses that the three realized a little flaw in their plans.
“I kinda have to pee,” said Andrea. “Maybe I shouldn't have wasted my money on that...”
“Yeah, now that you mention it, I sort of have to go too,” agreed Bri, looking uncomfortable. Nancy didn't respond, but they could tell by her facial expression that she too was regretting their decision to not pay for a bathroom pass even once that day, but they were just so used to being able to go for free that they hadn't thought about it twice.
“It'll be fine,” said Bri, after a long pause. “I mean, we're halfway through the day, right? We can make it till the exercise is over, right?”
“Of course!” Andrea said. Nancy nodded, but she looked somewhat terrified at the prospect of having to hold it.
~X~
At first, it did seem like their minor inconvenience would stay minor, and that they would have no trouble waiting until the end of the day. However, the soda they had had at lunch began to make it's way to their bladders, filling them up all the more and all the quicker. Before long, they were each following their own method for making it more bearable; Andrea was very obviously fidgeting and squirming, Bri was tapping her foot a bit, and Nancy had her thighs tightly clenched, trying to look discreet about it.
“I feel like I'm gonna burst,” said Andrea with a laugh, even though, on the inside, she did not think this was a laughing matter.
Bri nodded and Nancy managed to look even more uncomfortable, if such a thing were even possible. The end of the day seemed years away, and yet they had to wait. They really wished they hadn't spent their money so quickly, especially not on all those drinks they had had.
Nancy in particular was panicking. She had always had a weak bladder, and was incredibly shy about anything relating to it as a result. One too many pre-school accidents had made her terrified of ever being in a situation like she was in now, and she could kick herself for not thinking this through. She had just been having so much fun with her friends...
Her lack of willingness to do anything that might indicate how desperate she was began to affect her negatively. If she crossed her legs or grabbed herself, she might stand a better chance of holding it, but she refused and that was her downfall. She tried to ignore the first few spurts of liquid, but soon they began to form dark patches on her jeans and she felt tears well up in her eyes as it began to spread down.
Her friends turned to her as soon as they heard the splashing of her piss on the ground, and looked on in sympathy and horror as she wet herself. Tears slipped down her cheeks, which were bright red from her humiliation.
“It's okay,” said Bri, patting her on the shoulder. “We had a lot to drink today, and we couldn't go to the bathroom. You didn't have a choice!”
“But I still should have been able to hold it,” she said in a quiet voice. For a while, her friends tried to comfort her, as well as tried to keep others from seeing what had happened to her, but soon their attention had to be drawn back to their own needs.
“I'm gonna wet myself too, I just know it,” said Andrea. “Seriously, I have got to pee sooo bad.” To further emphasize her point, she jammed a hand between her legs and hopped around in place, not caring who saw her. She was getting closer and closer to losing control just as her friend did, but she fought against it with all of her might, dancing around and biting the inside of her cheek.
“I can't hold it, I really can't,” she said in a strained voice.
“Sure you can, it's not much longer till the end of the day!” said Bri in an encouraging tone, though she now had her legs tightly crossed and would press a hand to her crotch every now and then to try and stop any leaks she felt.
“No, I really can't,” she said in defeat, suddenly going still and removing her hands so that her friends could see the dark spot spread over her pants. Bri panicked, the pressure of being the last one left making the pressure on her bladder that much worse, and Nancy felt guilty for being briefly happy that she was not the only one to wet herself that day.
With just fifteen minutes left to the end of the day now, Bri was counting down in her head. As soon as the final bell rang, she would bolt straight for the bathroom, no questions asked. But the real question was if she could even make it for that short of a time. Both of her friends had already lost that battle, and she felt very close to losing it herself.
She urged herself on, but every sharp spasm she felt caused her to leak some more, until she knew that she had a dark spot on her pants that she would not be able to conceal even if she made it. It was becoming futile, but she squeezed her eyes shut, grit her teeth, crossed her legs, and concentrated with all she had.
It was all for naught, though, and she was doomed to meet the same fate as her friends. She sighed in a mix of frustration and relief as she felt her pants become flooded, splashing onto the floor and creating a third puddle where she and her friends stood. It felt fantastic to finally be emptied out, but she had been so close to making it and it was humiliating to think that she hadn't.
And, to add insult to injury, the bell rang just as soon as she had finished. The three friends sighed, and began trying to shuffle out of the gym without being seen by anyone. If anyone did see them, they at least didn't say anything, and the girls were grateful for that, until they were finally stopped. Worst of all, it was Miss Blake.
“Girls, what happened?” she asked, concerned.
“We ran out of money,” said Andrea. “Didn't have any left to go to the bathroom.”
The teacher blinked, then laughed a bit. “Oh, girls, the exercise wasn't that important! If you really had to go this bad, you know you could have just asked.” |
A/N: Yet another commission. For this one, I was asked to write about Maggie getting desperate during a race.
It was a race day, and Maggie woke up with a sense of excitement. She had come to love racing, having grown up around it her entire life, and after obtaining Herbie, she had come to love it even more. She was a legend, and she looked forward to every race, breathless with joy and anticipation.
She had a few cups of coffee with her breakfast to ensure that she stayed awake and alert throughout the entire race. She then got ready and headed to the race track, ready to hopefully take home another trophy.
She got everything ready and her pit crew made sure that Herbie was running perfectly, and then she was ready to go to the starting line. As she sat, waiting for the flag to drop and the race to begin, she felt a sudden, sharp twinge from her bladder. She realized that she had not gone to the bathroom after consuming all of that coffee and she regretted it, but she knew that she did not have time to take care of that problem.
The only thing she could do was wait until the end of the race, so she would have to hold it. As she took her foot off the break and pressed it down on the gas pedal, she did her best to forget the slight discomfort so that she could focus on winning the race. She was relieved, at least, to see that today would be an easy one. The other racers were nowhere near her already as she sped ahead of them with ease.
For most of the early laps, she could almost forget her problem altogether. She barely felt the pressure in her lower abdomen as she drove, and it caused her no inconvenience. Her mind was so focused on racing that she got to the point where she didn't even think about it at all.
But then, as she was starting another lap, about a fourth of the way through, another sharp twinge hit her, and she realized that she was getting close to being achingly full. She groaned a bit, shifting her hips around to try and relieve some of the pressure, but it did little to help. It wasn't like there was anything she could do about it, but she was growing more and more desperate by the minute.
Still, she thought she could probably make it until the end of the race. Sure, she would have to bolt as soon as she had finished and be late for getting her trophy, but she was sure that she could at least make it that long. No matter how much it was starting to hurt, she thought that she would be able to last as long as she had to. After all, she wasn't a kid; she could hold it.
It wasn't until halfway through the race that things started to get pretty bad for her. She was still leading by a considerable amount; no one was giving her any challenge today. But her bladder was throbbing and aching, refusing to let her mind wander from her desperation for more than a few seconds. She rubbed her thighs together to try and ease the burden, but that only helped for a few minutes.
She was starting to panic, wondering if she was actually going to make it after all. She hated the thought of wetting herself like some kid, but it wasn't as if she could pull over and pause the race to go the bathroom. She'd just get laughed off the track! She had no options, but she really, really didn't want to wet herself.
It got to the point that each turn she made on the track added an additional pressure that brought tears to her eyes each time. This was getting incredibly rough, and there were times when she contemplated just letting go and being done with it, but she never seriously considered it. She still thought she would be fine until the end of the race; purposefully wetting herself would not do her in any good in the long run.
Now three fourths of the way through the race, she was both relieved to see how close she was to being done, and also even more panicked, because it still felt so far away with her bladder feeling like it could burst at any minute. She was really risking soaking her seat, and she hoped that her car wouldn't mind if worse came to worse and something like that really did happen.
What am I thinking? I can't let something like that happen! I've just got to hold on like an adult, she thought, squirming harder. She could never remember having to pee this badly in her entire life.
She was not going to let this problem beat her. She was a winner and she would win this race as well as the race against time for her bladder. She was determined to prove to herself that she was still just as much of a winner even with something as different as this. All that she had to do was keep holding on until the end, just keep holding on and not giving up!
But no matter how optimistic she tried to sound and no matter how optimistic she tried to be, there was only so much that could be done about her swollen bladder. She was so close to the end of the race now, but she was also so close to her own limit. It was going to be close, and she knew that only minutes would decide whether she actually made it or not. Oh, how she hoped she would make it.
With the end in sight, she pressed down harder on the gas, even though she was already flooring it, willing herself to go faster. She was almost there! But her bladder did not want to wait for her to get to a bathroom, and it would now no longer wait for her to even finish the race.
She took a hand off the wheel and jammed it between her legs to try and stop the sudden, wet warmth she felt, but it did no good. Her bladder emptied rapidly and fiercely, soaking her seat before long. She moaned in relief, the sensation of the pressure slowly lessening so wonderful that she could forget for a moment that she was wetting herself and had no way of concealing it. She was finally free of the unbearable pain that came with having a full bladder and it felt amazing.
Of course, as she had just finished wetting herself, she crossed the finish line, completing the race just a little bit too late. She had won, of course, but she had lost the other race and would not be able to hide it.
And on that day, Maggie became known as the racer so dedicated that even a full bladder didn't stop her. |
Katy squirmed in her seat as a hairdresser worked on her tresses.
Half an hour ago ,Katy was sure that her need to pee wasn’t anything she needed to worry about or even pay attention to, but now it felt like she had underestimated her need to go.
The sparkling leotard she chose to wear for the concert looked well on her, but it hardly gave her rapidly filling bladder any room to grow.
Katy really wanted to pee before she went on stage ,but with only a few seconds left for her to go live, that wasn’t possible .
Now behind the wings, Katy stood with her hands placed on her butt, wiggling her thighs a bit, waiting for the signal to go in front of the massive audience that desperately awaited her.
“I should have used the loos…” she whispered to herself. She wished she had a few more minutes to go to the toilets before the performance started but unfortunately for her, that wasn’t the case.
An adrenaline pumping show was ahead of her and she wanted to give it her best irrespective of the fact that she had to pee.
The crowd was growing more impatient and annoyed with each passing moment . They had been here for hours now and yet there was no sign of the one they had come here for, their beloved star, Katy Perry.
Then suddenly amongst the loud buzzing sound of people talking ,came a voice, “This was never the way I planned…… not my intention….” and the crowd went out of control. It was Katy’s voice. The show had finally begun.
Carrying a considerable amount of urine in her bladder ,Katy walked onto the stage and a wide smile immediately ran through her face, when she saw her fans go berserk to catch a glimpse of her.
“I got so brave...drink in hand…lost my discretion…”, Katy crooned ,as she felt herself drowning in the bliss of music and the supportive chants from the crowd.
Each step she took reminded her of the river of urine in her bladder that awaited its release but her need was nothing compared to her joy.
This was her moment, thousands of people were cheering for her and this was what she wanted more than anything else in this world, even more than taking a pee.
There had been days when Katy would be forced to hold her pee for hours and hours due to her hectic working schedules. It was during those times that Katy became aware of her above average bladder capacity.
She had seldom pondered over what she would have done without her ability to hold her pee for so long. Frankly, Katy had experienced her share of close calls, moments when she would get so close to wetting herself . But luck had always been on her side and she would always manage to get to a toilet before anything bad happened.
And Oh! The relief she would get while ultimately peeing after an entire day of hard work. Katy could literally feel all the stress, tension and pressure finally exiting her body along with her stream of pee.
Those private moments of relaxation were something Katy had come to really value off late.
After more than an hour or so of continuously singing and interacting with the audience, Katy knew it was time for a pee break.
She was surprised to notice how her need had grown dramatically over this short period of time. Being on stage and performing had completely taken her mind off from her need to pee but now when she had stopped, it had come back to her much more stronger and urgent than before.
But it was nothing to get worried about, she was on her way to the back stage anyway.
She was walking towards her dressing room when someone called her from behind. It was Gary, one of the event organizers.
Katy had known him since her initial days in the industry and he was one of the people she could really count upon. Gary had supported her during the time of her divorce with Russell. It was during those hard times that their friendship grew even stronger and Katy was glad to know that she had such a pillar of strength by her side .
She would tell him everything about what’s going on in her life and he would listen to her with utmost interest. It was a bond that they both cherish and valued .
“It was a great show …. but don’t take too long… you’ll go live again in 2…” Gary said .
Katy was somewhat taken aback when she heard this , that was not enough time to use the loos before she could go back.
“What? Seriously?! You can’t do that to me, I need more time…. I really have to use the restroom…” she said in a demanding tone.
“Well honey ,I can’t do anything about it….the script says you need to be back in 2…” Gary answered.
“Well can’t you do something?.. .I really have to pee, I would have never asked you if it wouldn’t have been so urgent…”
Gary noticed her rubbing her thighs together . He now knew that she was desperate, “Let me see what I can do..” he said , before he talked with the other organizers on phone.
“I am sorry Kate...it cannot be pushed…” he replied ,after his short conversation with the authorities came to an end.
“Oh please Gary…I need to pee so much…. did you tell them about it?” Katy asked in a concerned voice, clenching her fists tight and bouncing on her knees a bit.
“I did ,but they said that they don’t have that kind of time, you know…” he replied, giving her an apologetic look.
Katy couldn’t believe her ears. She was been asked to go back on the stage, in front of so many people ,while holding on to an almost full bladder .
She had been looking forward to this break from even before the time she went on stage and now, she was being denied her only chance to pee before the show concluded, which was easily gonna take more than an hour. Kate was not ready for it but she had no other choice.
She took a deep breath to calm herself down. An hour sounded long but doable. She was going to need every last bit of strength in her body to be able to last that long without showing any signs of desperation to the audience.
Her urge to pee was strong but her will to fight it was stronger.
With stiff legs and a stout body posture, Katy re-entered the stage with a wave of panache. The crowd was excited to have her back and they were expecting a lot more fun than before.
Katy tried to portray a calm and composed demeanor but in fact ,she was panicking from within. She sang as her bladder continued to fill and swell even beyond its capacity. Each step she took across the stage made her bladder ache so much.
She had never tried to hold it this hard. Her voice was beginning to shake under the strain of trying to keep her pee in.
Then suddenly, her eyes got stuck at the sea of people that had gathered to watch her perform there that night.
That feeling in her mind was not of joy or enthusiasm or even nervousness, that was a feeling of horror.
What if, she lost control and wet herself in front of so many people?
She didn’t even want to think about what kind of headlines it would have made if she peed herself in public.
Katy tried to take her mind off her severe need by focusing on her performance but her body was not in a condition to suppress her need any longer.
She tried to cross her legs in a casual fashion hoping not to look desperate to the audience. It helped but only a bit. She placed a hand on her throbbing bulging bladder and even that slight touch made her wince in agony.
She wanted to grab her crotch and squeeze her pee hole shut but she couldn’t do that in front of a live audience.
Katy stood still and crossed her legs more tightly as she continued to sing. She couldn’t afford to make too many movements in her condition.
She couldn’t remember the last time her bladder felt this full . Never had she been so desperate to pee in her life.
For the first time in her career , Katy wanted her concert to end before its scheduled time.
She absolutely had to pee, RIGHT NOW!
Just then she felt a tiny leak escape into her leotards. Katy gasped in shock and her eyes widened in horror.
Her small release forced her to stop singing for a second as she struggled to gain her composure back.
“I can do this…relax…just keep singing”, she told herself, looking at all the people staring at her. She didn’t dare to look down to see if there was any wet patch on the crotch of her dress.
Katy crossed her legs tighter and kept singing when her bladder was begging her to leave everything and rush to a toilet.
But Katy knew that wasn’t possible. Leaving the stage in-between the show may have angered the audience and not to mention ,the producers as well.
She was literally shaking with the effort to hold her pee.
She desperately wanted someone to stop the show so she could go use the loos.
"I need a wee, I need a wee, I need a wee…", was all what she could think of as she went on singing.
Her voice was wavering .Her body was getting stiffer and her bladder felt as hard as a rock.
She had never felt so vulnerable and weak.
With the mike in her hand, she tried to sing with whatever energy that was left inside her, “…In another life….I would make you stay….So I don't have to say…You were the one that got…” and then she abruptly stopped, before grabbing her crotch tightly.
Katy had just let out another trickle of pee into her panties. She stood there , looking at audience . She didn’t care if they could see her holding herself between the legs. There was no point trying to put up a pretense of grace when she was about to lose control and wet herself.
She needed everything she had to help herself hold on till the show ended and if holding her crotch made even a slight difference , then she was not going to stop herself from doing that.
More drops escaped and Katy’s face reddened with embarrassment and her ears felt hot. Her bladder control was slowly slipping. Her panties felt uncomfortably damp as she stood on the stage ,shivering with pressure .
There was an awkward silence from her side. For a moment ,no one could figure out why she had stopped singing all of a sudden or why she was grabbing her crotch. But now, it seemed like the entire concert hall knew the reason.
Katy was fighting a losing battle against her deliriously tired sphincters.
Tears filled up in her eyes as she mustered her remaining strength to bring the mike close to her mouth, “The one that got away…I was June and you were my Johnny Cash…never one without the other ,we made a pact…sometimes when I miss you….” she mumbled , but she couldn’t help her voice from shaking.
All this while she didn’t dare to take her hand off her crotch. A moment of relaxation and she was gonna lose control.
People were expecting Katy to walk around the stage and dance a bit as she sang but instead ,she stood there frozen still , with her legs crossed and a hand buried in her crotch.
The fact that she was even singing was a miracle in itself. Katy had to pee really badly and each and every soul in there knew that.
Most people in the crowd were taken aback to see her holding herself publicly . They wondered how desperate she would be to do that. But only a few of them were concerned about what was going on.
All of them had paid a huge sum of money to see the show and they didn’t care if the pretty lady had to pee. All what they wanted was the worth for their time and money and Katy was doing her best to give it to them.
Her voice cracked in between while singing , followed by a sudden gasp of shock, “Oh fuck!”, Katy said as she looked down.
A big, thick ,2 second long stream of pee escaped her hole, leaving a wet patch on her leotard and rushing past her fingers before hitting the floor, making a loud splattering noise.
The big LED screens showed exactly what had transpired but with a more closer view, leaving the onlookers aghast.
Tears rolled down Katy’s face as she bent double, trying to hold it. She squeezed her crotch with every ounce of strength left inside her but the small, continuous rivulet of pee running down her legs didn’t stop.
She looked down to the audience with eyes filled with helplessness. She was just moments away from having an accident.
She could listen to the screams and howls coming from the viewers , making her feel even more alone in that ocean of strange faces.
Urine started to rush out of her with tremendous force , this time with an even greater sound as it collided with the floor. Katy whimpered in agony but she couldn’t do anything, she was having an accident.
Her breathes came in wrecked sobs as she held her mouth in shock and embarrassment. The mike dropped off her hand.
She did her best to stop the flow but couldn’t. Katy couldn’t believe at what she was doing. She was wetting herself like a little school girl in front of thousands of people.
Most from the audience felt intrusive to have witnessed such an event, some even felt sorry for her but a few couldn’t control their laughter.
Katy’s pee continued to pour out of her , making a puddle under her feet. She straightened up and held her face in shame, feeling the hot urine running down her legs.
She wanted to move , walk away from there but her body felt like it was frozen. It was like suddenly her legs had stopped working.
There was a river of pee coming out of her and it didn’t feel like it was gonna stop anytime soon.
She kept on peeing for an entire minute while she stood there. Her palms felt so wet due the tears they had been covering.
She then quickly turned around and ran off to the back stage, with tears still dropping off her chin.
The gigantic puddle of pee she had left on the floor began to cool down . No one could believe that she was carrying so much inside her.
A dead silent back-stage area welcomed Katy. Every crew member had stopped working due to the shock of what had just happened.
Katy didn’t want anyone to look at her. With her head bent down in shame ,she turned to walk towards her room but was stopped by Trent’s loud voice,”What the fuck was that?!” he yelled.
Trent was one of the producers of the event and it didn’t look like he was happy with what had just transpired.
“What the hell did you just do? You ruined the entire show…” he shouted at Katy in rage. “Do you even realize what you have done?”
“I am sorry…” Katy wept. Everyone in there looked on as Trent yelled at her. They wanted to stop him, tell him that she already has had enough, but none of them stepped forward.
“I never thought you could be so unprofessional…” ,he barked.
“I am sorry Mr. Trent, I didn’t mean to do that…”,Katy wailed , standing with her hands coiled around her chest.
“Oh! Do you think I’ll not sue you for trying to spoil my event?” he continued mercilessly but then what he saw next left him shaken from within.
A small puddle was growing beneath Katy’s feet. Trent’s cold heart broke for the poor woman.
Katy, who was already humiliated beyond words , felt her hot urine running down her trembling legs.
“I am so sorry…. please forgive me…” she said in-between her broken sobs.
Trent couldn’t imagine how Katy had been dragging the show when she had to pee so much.
“I am sorry…Kate..” he said softly, as he saw her pool of urine expanding rapidly.
“Hey Kate! Are you alright?” came Gary’s voice.
She wanted to look up to him but couldn’t. Gary hoped she was fine but on seeing the huge puddle under Katy’s feet, he felt like hitting himself. Somewhere in the back of his mind , he held himself guilty for Katy’s situation.
Watching Katy cry in defeat , made him feel like someone had stabbed him with a knife in his chest.
He couldn’t see her like this. He wanted to help her but he himself felt so helpless.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get it cleaned up”, he said to Katy, before he held her by her shoulders and took her to the dressing room. He wanted to take her away from all those staring eyes.
Once in there , he sat her down on a chair and wiped her tears with his hands.
“It’s okay honey, it happens...it’s not a big deal…” he said, trying to condole her.
Katy couldn’t stop crying , she felt like she was breaking bit by bit from within. There was not even an ounce of confidence left inside her .All she wanted to do was run away from everyone and hide at someplace where no one could find her.
“I am sorry Gary…I tried so hard to hold it….” she spoke ,feeling choked after crying so much.
“Hey it’s not your fault honey, stop blaming yourself…” Gary said as he held her hands tight.
He even caressed her back in hopes of making her feel better and it did. The slow movement of his hand on her back had a soothing effect on Katy. Slowly but surely she started to feel better.
She felt so safe away from all that lime light .
After Gary left, Katy changed out of her wet clothes and put on a pair of dry jeans and a top.
She didn’t talk to anyone before she left, neither did she take any calls from the event producers.
She switched her phone off. She wanted to be alone , at least for a while.
Later that night , Katy cried her heart out while trying to sleep, leaving her pillow soaked with tears.
It took her a few days to move on from that incident . From then on she made sure to use the loos at every opportunity possible whenever she was not at home.
When her mom tried to talk to her about the incident, Katy brushed it off saying that it was past for her and she never wanted to look back to it.
Katy had always risen above all the adversities in life and this was just another small one. An accident wasn’t gonna stop her from winning hearts and inspiring people. |
A/N: One of the requests I gave out as a thank you for support/commission promotion event!
Joey and his mother, Amber, were not particularly close. Ever since his parents had separated and he had gone to live with his father, they did not see much of each other, only spending time together when it was absolutely necessary. He was already sixteen, though she looked too young to be his mother, and didn't often like the responsibilities involved in having a child around.
However, he was still her son and there were times when she would have him over or bring him along for things, but their weekend trip had been the first time they had ever gone anywhere overnight together, and it had been uncomfortable, to say the least. They had barely known what to say to each other, and he was glad when the weekend came to an end and only an awkward car ride separated him from not having to deal with this anymore.
They set out on a Sunday afternoon, so that he would be back that evening, in time to get ready for school the next day. They had lunch on the road, hardly talking throughout, and then were back on their way home. He fell asleep rather quickly, tired after eating lunch.
He slept for about an hour before he was awoken by a slight pressure in his lower abdomen. Of course, he hadn't had to pee directly after eating and therefore hadn't thought about it, but what he had had to drink at lunch was catching up to him now and he shifted a bit. No big deal, though; at least, not a big enough deal to tell his mother about it. He would capable waiting until they got back to her house.
In fact, he would probably be better off. The thought of telling her about such an issue was strange to him, and he didn't know how he would even bring up the subject to her without dying of embarrassment. He closed his eyes and tried to doze back off, hoping that he could just sleep through the rest of the drive.
He managed to fall asleep again, but not for very long. After only about twenty minutes, he was awoken again by a sharp twinge. His bladder was filling, and it was taking a toll on him. He started to think that he might have to ask for them to stop, but he decided that he would not do that until it was absolutely necessary. If he was capable of waiting, he would wait.
However, it was now to the point that he definitely could not sleep through it. The occasional twinges would keep him from drifting off, and even if he did, he would probably end up regretting it by losing control in his sleep. He would have to pass the time another way. He put his headphones in and started listening to music, grateful that he had chosen to sit in the backseat to have more room. If he had to squirm around any, she would not notice.
He was able to relax for a little bit, before the twinges came back full force and he crossed his legs at the ankle. He still felt he could hold it; the drive had not been that long on their way and he had had to go much worse before in his life. He would be just fine, he was sure of it.
But then they hit traffic. There were cars backed up on the highway at a complete standstill, presumably because of some kind of accident involving a semi. He groaned quietly to himself, beginning to fear that that would not be the only accident on the road that day. His mother swore, a bit impatient herself.
He grit his teeth, tightening his crossed legs a bit, and prayed that this wouldn't take too long to be cleared away. Otherwise, his hopes of even making it to a rest stop, much less home, would be dashed. His bladder throbbed a bit in protest at having to wait even longer, and he unfastened his seat belt to take some pressure off of it. He settled back for the wait.
~X~
After much too long stopped, Joey nearly sighed with relief when they started moving again. He had really been panicking for a bit there, but now that they weren't stuck, he was not as freaked out. Still, he had to bite the bullet and tell his mother what was going on, as he was sure he couldn't make it all the way home.
“Hey, mom, when's the next time we're stopping?” he asked.
“Why would we stop? I wanna make it home as soon as possible,” she replied.
“I know, it's just...” He blushed a bit, though she couldn't see him. “I kinda have to go to the bathroom and...”
“Then hold it till we get home.”
“I don't know if I can...” he admitted.
“You're in high school, for crying out loud!” she said, frustrated. “Why would you not be able to hold it?”
“I...yeah, I guess you're right,” he said, and the subject was dropped. He couldn't believe that she was being so unsympathetic, but there was nothing more he could do about it. He would have to make it, now that there was no other choice.
~X~
Truth be told, Amber had to use the bathroom quite a bit herself, though she wouldn't admit that to anyone. She was a grown woman, after all, and if she couldn't wait until she got home, then she was pathetic. She didn't want to slow the trip down anymore, not even with a stop for the bathroom.
She could hear Joey squirming around in the backseat and it annoyed her. He was too old for something like this, and should be able to hold it like the adult he would soon become. She ignored the fact that her own bladder was painfully full as she drove, only wanting to berate her son for being so childish.
After some time, he spoke up again. “Mom, I really don't know if I'm gonna make it. Can we please stop somewhere?”
“I already told you no!” she snapped. “We're so close, can't you just wait?”
“I don't know,” he said, “I don't think so.”
“Well, you're going to. You need to stop acting like such a child.”
Again, he fell silent, but when she glanced up at the rear view mirror, she saw that he had his legs jammed between his legs. She felt tempted to do the same herself, but she held on to her dignity. Her home was just off the interstate exit; she would be in the clear in no time at all. She would even be gracious enough to let Joey go use the bathroom first.
~X~
When they finally reached their home, both were incredibly close to their breaking points, though Amber still kept her composure. Joey, meanwhile, bolted in the house with a hand between his legs, panicked and frantic. If he did not get in the bathroom right this second, it was all going to be over for him.
As soon as he made it into the bathroom, he felt leak after leak escape him, and he grabbed himself harder to try and stop it long enough to get his zipper down. However, no matter how he tried, the leaks kept coming until one turned into a stable flow. He fell to his knees, humiliated, as he wet himself. He knew he would never hear the end of this from his mother, and he dreaded having to face her, but he could not deny that the relief felt amazing. He sighed a bit as he let the rest out, then began to get cleaned up.
Meanwhile, Amber stood outside the door, starting to panic herself. Without her son to see her do it, she had resorted to jamming her hands up under her skirt and dancing around in desperation. She wondered what on earth was taking him so long in there when she was bursting just outside.
Her heart stopped when she felt a long spurt of piss escape into her panties, followed quickly by another. There was no way this was happening! She grit her teeth and buckled down, but it did nothing to stop the leaks and spurts. When she felt a hot stream run down one of her legs, she knew that it was the end for her and that she was going to wet herself like a little kid.
Her knees buckled as the stream grew into a steady flow and she groaned. Her bladder emptied itself with a loud hiss and she watched a large puddle form at her feet. The new emptiness left her with a dull, aching, but also felt so unbelievably good. And yet, it wasn't good at all. She felt herself blush a dark red, knowing that she would have to face her son, soaking wet, after telling him that he had to hold it. |
Thanks for the words of encouragement. It does seem that Pokespeak is quite a popular aspect now. Also when I was deciding the region I was tossing between Sinnoh or Hoenn. I felt as if Kanto was used to much and I'd rather prefer somewhere a little different.
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(I'll try to post a new part of the story every day or 2 if I can.)
The weather seems to have cleared up a little, letting patches of blue sky and sunlight through. I took a sip of water every few seconds to keep hydrated.
I entered the Petalburg Woods with relatively no problems, cries of Wurmple, Weedle and all other manner of bug Pokemon could be heard. I'd never really had a chance to come to the woods before so I never really appreciated it for all it's worth. But I knew I couldn't stop to admire it's beauty otherwise I'd be late.
I passed through the rest of the woods with relative ease, by which time I'd already finished half of my water water. So I decided to make a quick stop in Petalburg before continuing to Professor Birch's Lab.
I strolled into Petalburg and towards a PokeMart. While walking I heard whispers about the gym leader of Petalburg and his strength. Others were whispering about rumors I paid no attention to them. Walking into view of the PokeMart, I noticed that there was a queue at the door and going inside it to. I sighed knowing I couldn't really wait in the queue. So I shrugged and passed on into The route between Petalburg and Oldale, only drinking the water sparingly so it would last.
Every so often, I heard a rustling coming from the grass around the road to Oldale Town, I perceived it as the wind gently brushing the grass and kept walking.
A Poochyena then leapt out from the grass and headed right towards me. In a surprised panic, I stumbled back, tripped over and fell on my backside; dropping whatever was left in the water bottle onto the floor.
The Poochyena stopped and began barking at me. I looked in confusion and tried to move closer but before I could, I felt something climbing up my back. I froze in place and slowly turned my head hoping that it wasn't a spinarak. A head then popped up over my shoulder. It was Ralts!?. The Poochyena barked again and growled. I looked between the 2 Pokemon and both looked determined. The Poochyena wanted to battle! And this Ralts was ready to fight. I knew there was no way to avoid this so I looked to the Ralts.
"Well, You've dragged into this predicament. So want to help me get out of it?"
The Ralts nodded and and cried out. It climbed up onto my shoulder before it leapt off and landed in front of me.
I scrambled to my feet and looked on towards them. This would be my first battle but what hindered me was I was without Pokespeak.
Before I could compose myself the Poochyena advanced to attack the Ralts. I panicked. But Ralts already had things under control and dodged the Poochyena swiftly. When the two eventually made contact with one another they began trading blows. During this time I composed myself before commanding the Ralts out an attack hoping it would listen.
"Ralts, use Hidden Power!"
Ralts heard the command and nodded before it knelt down, closed his eyes and meditated for several seconds. The Poochyena took this as a sign to attack and began running straight towards Ralts. We waited as the Poochyena quickly approched, a faint aura crimson could be seen around Ralts. Once the Poochyena came close enough for my liking I ordered the Ralts.
"Now Ralts!"
Ralts head shoot up with eyes open. Ralts then threw his hands out and the aura exploded from him and clashed agasint the Poochyena sending him across the field. When the dust cleared the Poochyena was down and out. I exasperated in joy and sat down. I'd won my first battle but my joy was short lived. The Poochyena was badly hurt and the Ralts was no better, both needed medical care. I rushed towards the Poochyena and scooped it into my arms. I then crouched and let the Ralts climb onto me. I then ran as fast as I could to Oldale Town.
I raced passed a few passing trainers who tried to initiate a battle with me, but I swiftly pirouetted around them, intent on getting the Poochyena to a PokeCentre.
As I came to the end of the road I could see Oldale Town but just before I got there something blocked my path. More specifically, a Mightyena; most likely the Poochyena's Mother and she looked furious. I skidded to a halt and back up slowly.
"L-Listen, I don't want any trouble."
The Mightyena slowly advanced towards me showing no intent to listen. I backed up so that the distance between me and her was the same.
"I just want to help your cub! I mean no harm!"
She then began growling, she wasn't backing down at all. She began advancing quicker this time. I backed up until my back hit a tree. The Mightyena then broke into a run heading straight towards me. I was frozen with fear, I couldn't move at all. The Mightyena then swiped at my head with it's claw Instinctively I move my head back to avoid the claw, however, I wasn't quick enough and the claw grazed my face and left eyelid. Before she could make another attack a voiced boomed from behind her.
"That's enough!"
The Mightyena turned to the voiced and growled. I knew the voice from anywhere, it was the Professor's voice! The two stood there not moving or speaking for a solid minute or two before the Mightyena ran back into the grassy area and out of site. After that I blacked out.
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Key:- Jake- Hasaki
- Grace
- Hildegard
- Jake's Mom
- Jake's Dad
- Fang
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[Hasaki's POV]I just watched as the beautiful Hildegard and Grace walked away. I could believe that he would just let them walk away.{Jake! Are you high!? Look what just walked away from us!}I waited and there was no answer{Jakey boy! Hellooooo!}I walked to the Pokespeak in his ear and flipped the switch{Hey! Ignoramus! Talk!}Jake jostled quickly and put his hand on his chest.{Jeez, Saki. Don't do that.}{Well, you had your Pokespeak off. Plus I'm a little peeved at you!}He looked at me confused.{I believe I don't follow?}I face palmed and threw my hands towards the brush.{You just let two stunners walk.}He laughed{What do you mean? We're supposed to be meet them at 6pm for a date?}{I mean that yo- Wait... WHAT!}I could understand why Jake jumped now. The shock of it had gotten to him and now it had got to me.{Long story short, I kind of messed up in asking if I could accompany her back to Rustburo.}I gave a look of immense confusion.{How you royally messed that up and ended up asking her out, I will never know.}I was kind of relieved that we were going to seem them again.{Don't act like you didn't want to see them again. I can sense your emotions.}I sighed. Damn Pokespeak. I sat in his shoulder and yawned.{Well, I don't know about you but I gonna catch up on some beauty sleep}Jake smiled and brought out my pokeball.{Well, I'll put you back till then.}{Sure. Don't really care as long as I can get some sleep}I tapped the pokeball on his head and he disappeared back into the ball.I then sighed before forcing out whatever was left in my bladder. A feeling of warmth rushed through my body as the warm urine cascaded down my leg into my shoes. I smiled and walked towards into the brush heading back to Rustburo to prepare for tonight's festivities.--------------------------------------------------------[Hildegard's POV]{I'm disappointed by you Grace. Letting your baser urges take over}Grace just laughed{Come on Hilda, don't be so reserved. And anyway I could see you talking to his Ralts, you were enjoying it, so don't talk to me about baser urges missy!}I just huffed and tutted{Tch. You would think that wouldn't you. Such a shame.}But she was right... That Ralts was... Something else. He was intelligent and kind. Unlike the rest of the Pokemon I've met. Pigs, all of them.{Well, you have accepted the terms of the date, so we can't expect to stand up the poor fellows}{Exactly, now your thinking with common sense.}Grace smiled devilishly.{And I have just the dress for such an occasion.}I just shook my head. But smiled afterwards. We exited the forest through the trees rather than the path and walked back to Rustburo. Today was going to be a weird day.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[Jake's POV]We finally made it out of the forest about 10 minutes after Grace did. I decided to go home and change first. I quickly made my way back to my home situated just below the Rustburo gym. The door was unlocked so I tentatively opened the door and popped my head round the door everyone seemed to be busy with what ever they were doing. So I snuck in and closed the door. Fortunately everyone in my family albeit from my sister; who would be getting hers soon, had Pokespeak so I thought I'd surprise them.I was glad Professor Birch taught me how to change the Pokespeak's channel frequency. I turned the little knob on. The side of it till I heard my mother talking to the family Poochyena.{Is Jake ok? When will he be back?}{I don't know, Fang. I'm sure he'll be back soon.}{His a strong kid, he's our kid, He's probably out making friends already.}I shrugged. My father wasn't totally wrong.I smiled before turning the Pokespeak back to mine and Hasaki's channel. I made for the stairs and tentatively walked up them. Luckily the stairs don't creek so I made it up without a problem. I slipped past the open door to my sister's bedroom but peered in before moving to my room; my sister was contently drawing. She was quite the artist for 14 year old.I entered my room and closed the door. I led on my bed and sighed happily. Everything that had happened today felt like one weird dream. I took Hasaki's Pokeball out and threw it onto the bed for the time being and stood back up going to my wardrobe. I opened the door and looked at all the clothing I had. I picked out a pink polo shirt, Sand coloured chinos and a pair of Converse® Trainers, walked over to my bed and placed them on the bed. I walked back and picked out the burgundy waistcoat and matching suit pants as well as a white polo shirt. I walked back to the bed and placed them next to my casual clothes. All this was for what was to come. The date and ultimately saying goodbye before leaving on my journey.I removed my pee stained jeans and boxers and threw them into the laundry basket leaving my bottom half naked as I walked to the chest of drawers. I opened one of the drawers and pulled out a clean pair of boxer shorts and put them on my half naked body. I removed my shirt and threw it into the laundry basket as well. I walked back to my bed and sat on it. Grabbing Hasaki's ball I threw it up in the air and Hasaki came out on my bed.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[Hasaki's POV]{Is it time already?}{Not yet mate. Still some time.}I looked around the room.{So this is your room? Do your family know your home?}{Not yet, I'm going to surprise them.}{Ah, well. It looks like you're prepared for tonight.}{Don't think your getting off easy. Your wearing a tux to our double date.}I looked confused.{Why? I'll look like a fool.}{You already look like a fool. Trust me Hildegarde will love you in a suit.}I sighed. I knew there was no real way out of this. Who knows maybe it wouldn't be so bad.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(Several hours later)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[Hildegarde's POV]{Y-Your out of you mind if you think I'm wearing that!}{You don't have a choice missy. I'm not going to let you ruin this date even if it means dragging you there!}{I refuse to wear it!}Grace grabbed me and forced me into something very frilly and puffy.{d'aww, don't you look adorable!}I looked into the mirror in shock. She had put me into a dress that looked mildly reminiscent to something a maid would wear{I look like a wet nurse! How is that adorable?!}{Well, with a name like Hildegarde, it think it suit you rather well.}I seethed in anger but just sat down sighing.Grave finished dressing and let her hair down. She had already finished her liter of water before the date like she promised, I refused to but in the end gave in, so I drank my fill of the water. Even a Pokemon bladder isn't as big as a human one, drinking a liter would be suicide.I felt a twinge in my bladder as we left her room.Grace picked me up and placed me on her shoulder which relieved me. I didn't have to worry about walking.
(Yes I did make a reference to Beelzebub. Good of you to notice ;) )
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Hello! Before you start reading the story below I would like to point out that I am not a native English speaker nor a person who speaks English completely fluently. Because of that there are most certainly some language mistakes, possibly numerous, especially in the spheres of grammar and punctuation (possibly also miswordings and strange ways to describe common things). I would be grateful if you would forgive me these and even more grateful if you would point out the most glaring errors so I could learn from your feedback.Chapter 1Éowyn, the Lady of Rohan, was standing beside the door of the chamber where her uncle — Théoden, the King of Rohan — disputed with his advisers the matters of the highest importance — the oncoming war with the East and the military expedition that was meant to be send in response to Gondor's calling for aid. She still felt the humiliation that came at her an hour ago when her uncle refused her to sit among them and take part in the deliberations. “Women are not supposed to decide about political matters” — he said warmly, but firmly, gesturing her to leave the chamber. And she left, closing the door behind her, and ordered the guards to move out of the corridor, herself staying at the door and listening to the proceedings. She would often be found like this, sitting for many hours beside the closed door of the King's chambers and attempting to follow the course of speeches voiced in the room by advisers, commanders and the most powerful of nobles. The guards at the chamber's door were always the same pair of old and honored soldiers, which knew her for many years, since she was a child, and trusted her enough to understand she had no evil intentions, so they followed her orders and kept the secret. They were indeed fully right in their judgment over her motives. Éowyn, while extraordinarily ambitious, was a patriotic and noble young lady, loyal to her country and her King, even when disagreeing with his judgment and sometimes even disobeying his direct orders.This time the matters discussed were of the highest possible, uttermost importance, and yet she was refused from taking part in the discussions! Anger tensed her beautiful face at this thought. Since she reached adulthood — which was a few years ago — she was intensively trying to take part in the political life of Rohan, but her uncle firmly restrained her ambitions, always repeating the same irritating statements about woman's rights and duties. And today he said these words in front of so many important characters of the court, and among others in front of Aragorn, a highly respected warrior who recently came to the city and was invited by the King to take part in the war preparations. Despite the short time they knew each other, Éowyn developed some deeply hidden feelings towards Aragorn, and she was even more ashamed by the fact that he saw her humiliation. The princess respected Théoden and loved him as her foster-father, but this injustice and the humiliation she experienced earlier today were so great, that her usual warm attitude towards him was now far closer to fully-grown anger. Her irritation was great enough that she didn't even notice the slight tingling in her bladder, probably a consequence of the few cups of wine she drank at her breakfast a few hours ago.Éowyn sat silently by the door for a next few hours, listening carefully to advices and arguments spoken inside. In the meantime her maid, Eila, was intensively looking for her lady.Eila was a young maid, assigned to Éowyn a few months earlier. She was a daughter of one of the less important noble houses in Rohan and her becoming a maid of the princess herself was a great privilege to her family. She and Éowyn quickly grew fond of each other, their mutual trust reaching to the point where they shared their most personal matters and felt no shame when talking about even the intimate ones. She knew about her lady's political ambitions, as well as her new found feelings for one of the warriors who came with the Mithrandir's party to Edoras, not longer than two weeks ago. Aragorn was his name, and he was given great respect by every man in the capital, including the King himself.The maid knew the princess went to the King's chambers and was sure that she was — as usual — rejected from taking part in the deliberations. She was probably sitting by the door and eavesdropping. Eila by the noon have already finished cleaning the lady's chamber, among other things taking out half full of pee, two-liter chamber pot her lady used in the early morning. The girl was used to the lady's unusual bathroom habits — Éowyn had an extraordinary bladder and she relieved herself much less often then most other women, or men for that matter. She rarely peed more often than twice or even once a day. Eila from time to time come to wonder if the princess didn't owe this skill at least in part to her long sessions of eavesdropping the King's council, when she had to sit for many hours beside the closed door, unable to leave without taking the risk of missing some important parts of the discussion. It was early afternoon right now, and the lady probably does not feel even a slightest urge to relieve herself, despite an impressive amount of wine and water she drank during her breakfast.Eila needed to find her lady to help her prepare herself to a great feast that was meant to take place at the evening. The feast was intended to be a special event preceding the war expedition to Gondor, and it was meant to be the last great joyful event before the oncoming war everyone was expecting. Her lady should be dressed appropriately and the maid had already prepared a set of dresses Éowyn should choose between to wear at the feast. But first the maid would need to find the princess, which probably would be harder task than one might have expected, because if Éowyn was indeed eavesdropping the deliberations at the door, that would mean she is at the moment in the part of the castle to which Eila, being a maid, is refused access to. Nonetheless, the girl made her way to the King's chambers, intending to wait for her lady at the door to the corridor leading to the restricted area of the castle.After a few hours of leaning against the door of her uncle's chambers, Éowyn happened to be for a moment lost in her thoughts, analyzing some of the propositions spoken by one of the King's advisers, when suddenly the door opened, which caused her to fell to the floor. The meeting obviously had ended and she didn't notice the sound of chairs being pushed back, which was a usual point when she got up and run from the door. When she raised her head she saw surprised and angry face of her uncle, and behind him were shocked as well faces of his advisers. “For a long time I have been suspecting you were using not exactly acceptable ways to obtain information access to which you were denied” — the King said with a raised voice — “but that you were lowering yourself to eavesdropping at the door?! Never!”. “I have the right to know what decisions are made when it comes to…” — Éowyn started, but her oncoming speech was immediately cut short by the King — “I will not hear to your justifications. You will never again have an occasion to overhear what I am talking in private, and the guards who were letting you doing so will be punished appropriately. You will return to your chambers, I am not willing to talk with you or see you right now.”.Éowyn rose from her place and walked away in silence. Once again she was humiliated by her uncle in front of other people! How could he be so not understanding? She compliantly walked to her chambers, but the anger she kept inside her raised to the level of pure rage.Being on her way, the princess met Eila, which accompanied her to her chambers. While dressing up in her chambers, Éowyn was so angry at her uncle, that she completely forgot to use her chamber pot, despite the noticeable need to relive herself.Chapter 2The feast was meant to be the farewell event for the warriors leaving for the war expedition. Or at least those warriors of aristocratic origins and high social position, because ordinary folk would obviously not be allowed to dine with the King himself. Nonetheless, about a hundred men were invited to the feast. Most of them were already sitting at the great table when the princess came, some closer to the king, some far away, depending on their position in the court. Éowyn's place was roughly in the middle of the table, far from her uncle's, far from the place of the King of Rohan. What an injustice! She cared more for her country than a big bunch of nobles sitting much closer to the King, some of them commonly known to be greedy and selfish, yet she was rejected from taking part in working over Rohan's future just because of her sex. Sometimes she truly wept over the fact that she was born a woman — she knew that if she was a man, a King's nephew instead of a niece, she would have much higher position in the court and, more importantly, she would have enough power to influence decisions made about the fate of Rohan. To turn her attention away from these angry thoughts she drank some wine and chatted with people sitting beside her. Her wine was strongly diluted — servants knew she does not like to get drunk and poured into her cup “wine” that was in its essence clear water with only a small quantity of real wine to give it some flavor and color.Before she even noticed, she drank four or five full cups of it and only an uncomfortable feeling from her bladder turned her attention to the fact. She grew angry again — men could drink all the night, and when they would receive nature's call, they would just go out through the near castle gate and piss in the bushes. On the other hand, women in similar situation were forced to go their chambers and use their chamber pots, because in view of the safety reasons they weren't allowed to leave the castle after sunset. Due to the fact that living part of the castle was far away from the great hall, most of the female part of the feast tried to drink as low as they could without breaking the social convention. Princess was thankfully gifted with a quite enormous bladder, and she decided she would not be tamed by such a problem, especially that her mood needed some lightening and wine may be useful in achieving that. She drank a few cups more before her attention was driven to the talk at the far end of the table. The King and the most important men in the kingdom were discussing the matters of war again and apparently there were some quarrels about the way supplies will be delivered to the army during the expedition. The King decided they need to arrange another meeting and, after some thinking, announced that due to the importance of the matter it will take place just after the feast.Éowyn decided that she has to take part in this meeting. She will go to her uncle and convince him to let her. While getting up princess again noticed that her bladder was causing her problems. For a few minutes before the end of the feast she was unconsciously tapping her toe from time to time and she just realized that. Éowyn discretely rubbed her abdomen a little and was surprised to feel a bulge slightly above her hips. The wine she drank must have been flowing through her quite rapidly, because she felt pretty full. Though the urge, while constantly present, was not enough to make her go to her chambers, especially when she had far more important matters on her mind. She approached the King when he was getting out of the great hall and asked him for a moment in private, but he refused. “I know very well what you want to say” — he said. “I surmise you heard what I and my men were discussing during the feast and that you know we are going for a meeting. You won't be allowed there, and I will personally make sure guards won't let you anywhere near my chambers this time.”. Éowyn tried to discuss, but the King roughly cut the talk and joined other people leaving the hall. Éowyn was furious at him. She was used to think of her uncle as of very decent and just men, but his opinion of the women's place in the world made her so angry she was cursing at the King in her thoughts. He was a fool if he thought he can stop her from participating in political matters of her country.Éowyn decided she needs to find a way to get to the King's chambers. The corridor leading to them will be guarded by soldiers which she didn't knew and which would not break the King's order by allowing her entrance. Still, she may try to bribe them or in other way persuade them to let her enter the restricted area. Soldiers in King's service were usually honest, incorruptible men — but she was the King's niece and taking payment from her for disobeying orders would not exactly be a high treason and they should resist that much less than, for example, taking a bribe from any men. Or at least she hoped it would be so. And so the princess took her way to the King's chambers.Before the corridor there should have been a pair of guards, but there was only a single men. The solder seemed to be quite drunk. He have been obviously taking part in the feast and he should not be on duty, but most soldiers in the castle were more or less drunk as well, drinking wine inside or outside the great hall and celebrating together with everyone else. Those whore were sober mostly guarded the entrances of the castle. The commander of the kingsguard obviously didn't expect any danger in the middle of the castle beside the King's own niece, and even a slightly drunk guard would be able to stop a young girl. He probably didn't expect the second soldier leaving his post, for whatever reason.Éowyn recognized this soldier and have heard about his openly expressed passion for alcoholic beverages, and when she thought about this, she got an idea how to get to the corridor leading to the King's chambers. It seemed she would not need to use gold to pass beside the guard. She turned around and went back to the great hall. While being in there, she took a few bottles of wine — mostly true wine this time, strongest that was available during the feast — and got back to the guard. For her plan to succeed she would need to drink wine together with the guard, otherwise he might easily understand that her offering him a beverage was a mere trick to get him drunk enough to let her enter the King's part of the castle, so she also took a few bottles of false wine for herself.“Hello, my good men”. The guard turned his head and looked at her with slightly drunk eyes. “My lady…” — he said — “I am very sorry for that, but because of His Majesty's order… you are not allowed entrance”. “Oh, but I have no intention of entering. I just wanted to talk for a moment with such a brave — and handsome — men. It's an honor to talk with a men who devoted his life to the service of the country”. Éowyn didn't exactly lie — she truly did feel respect for any warrior, respect heightened by the fact that she knew she would never be allowed to go to a field of battle herself — although drunkenness of the men somehow diminished the respect in this exact case. Still, she made her face smile with the most beautiful of her smiles.Chapter 3When Eila, who had just left the great hall and was looking for her lady to accompany her to their chambers, finally spotted the princess, Éowyn was sitting on a bench together with seemingly drunk soldier at her side, drinking what had to be at least third bottle of wine they drank, judging from two empty bottles standing on the floor. The maid quickly understood that Éowyn was trying to make the guard drunk enough to permit her entrance to the corridor to the King's chambers. The guard, who was sitting on a bench by the door to the corridor, was close to falling asleep and barely conscious by now. His hands were holding the princess' waist, which Éowyn seemed to accept. Eila was shocked to see what methods Éowyn was ready to use when it came to realizing her ambitions. Maid also noticed that princess' legs were unusually close together and her toe was tapping the floor.When the guard finally fall asleep, Eila approached the princess. “My lady…” — the maid started, but quickly abandoned the idea of giving the young princess a reprimand for her inappropriate behavior, because Éowyn's face have gone bright red when the princess saw Eila coming out of the shadows — the lady obviously understood that the girl was watching her for some time and felt ashamed already. “Eila, I have good reasons to do what I'm doing, and you should know that” — the princess said, suddenly crossing her legs at the end of the sentence. Eila knew she wasn't going to convince the lady to abandon her plans and didn't even intend to try to do so, but she felt slightly concerned when she saw the princess crossing her legs, because she immediately understood the reasons for it — the bottles of wine and every other drink the lady drank through the day. Usually when Éowyn was starting to give signs of a need to relieve herself her bladder was already containing a massive amount of fluid. “My lady, don't you think it would be wise to go to your chamber and use the chamber pot before you… go… to the council?” Eila dared to ask, in a last attempt to convince the princess to go to her chambers instead of taking the risk of eavesdropping the King's council again, seeing the obvious discomfort of the princess. Slightly surprisingly for the maid, Éowyn seemed to consider that proposition more seriously that Eila expected, but after a short moment of thinking she responded with strength in her voice: “My chamber is far from here, and I won't risk anyone noticing the fact that King's chambers are unguarded. If someone would notice and the guard would be changed — or the second guard would return to his post — I would stay unaware what decisions were made to save Rohan from destruction”. The impression these proud words made was slightly weakened by princess' legs shivering and her toe tapping the floor. She then walked into the corridor leading to the King's chambers.The meeting took much longer time than Éowyn was expecting. The matters discussed were of highest importance and she was listening carefully, but it was harder and harder to concentrate on them, while her attention had been drawn to another case. Her bladder was getting literally full — she could not sit still any more and had to press her hand to her crotch from time to time to keep the waters inside. Meeting stretched from one hour to two, and Éowyn was almost at her wits end.She sat with her legs double crossed, squirming while fighting a wave coming from her bladder. “It won't be long” — she convinced herself. “The meeting is almost over and it will finish soon”. Éowyn was worried about her condition. She obviously overestimated the capacity of her bladder and the strength of her sphincter and she regretted it right know. If she would fail to hold her pee inside and wet herself in here she couldn't even imagine the shame. If she would wet herself, she would leave a true lake of piss right behind the door. Her uncle and the rest of men in the room — nobles and commanders and Aragorn, who was also taking part in the meeting — would know who made it, even if she would escape to her chambers unnoticed. She would never stand such a shame. Still, she refused to leave her post in search for relief — she had to knew what will be decided in the matter of war.Éowyn gently touched her bladder and was shocked to feel how hard it was and how much it bulged from her body. She had to tightly clench her legs in reaction to her own touch and pain it caused her.The meeting stretched from two hours to three, and from three to almost four. Quite amazingly, and very fortunately for the princess, the deliberations ended before Éowyn's control over her bladder did. She heard the sound of chairs being pushed back — all the man raised from their seats and Éowyn had to raise from her crouched position, standing on shaking legs and putting a great amount of effort to regain her composure. She walked quickly through the corridor on small steps, with her hand placed in her crotch, pressing it with full force, trying to double cross her legs while staying in movement. After passing several turns of the corridor she hurriedly made her way to her chambers, getting into one of the sidewalks. Soon after she had to stop and bend forward, because of the pain her bladder was giving her. She literally felt piss pressing onto her sphincter, urging to get out of her, begging to be released. Sweat was covering her face and dropped from the tips of her golden hair from the effort she was putting into keeping her sphincter clamped shut.Suddenly, the princess heard steps behind her. She quickly straightened herself and took her hands out of her crotch, while turning around just to see that the person which was approaching her was Aragorn. He must have been also going to his chambers, located in the living part of the castle, just as Éowyn's chambers were. She hastily tried to hide her predicament from him, keeping her hands by her side and forcing a weak smile on her face. Her bladder had never been so full and she never felt urge stronger than now — and just now the man she had fallen in love with must have incidentally met her!Chapter 4Eila walked through a corridor and spotted her lady. She was standing by the window and talking with Aragorn. Eila stopped and waited till they stop the conversation, not wanting to interfere. She noticed Éowyn's legs was shivering and posture of the king's niece was very stiff, and her behavior extremely fidgety, her legs knotted together and her toe tapping the floor constantly and in very fast rhythm. The maid was able to guess the reason for it — the lady did not use her chamber pot for full day and her bladder must have been overflowing with beverage she drank through whole day. She was obviously trying to hide her predicament from her romantic interest as much as she could, behaving with as much dignity as her tired will could force over her body. Knowing how long it have been since last relief the princess had, Eila was truly amazed at her lady's self-control.Aragorn, on the other hand, was truly surprised at Éowyn's behavior — she seemed impatient and distracted, which wasn't her usual manner. She usually maintained a rather cold, prideful and gracious behavior, and he never before saw her so hasted or so fidgety. Or, for that matter, with face fully covered in sweat. He talked with the princess for a long moment and, suddenly realizing the nature of her pain, wished her good night and got back on the way to his chamber.Eila noticed that the conversation finally ended. She came out of the corner of the corridor and approached the Lady of Rohan. Not longer than a second after the warrior got out of sight, princess' legs started shivering at alarming pace, and she immediately jammed her hands in her crotch and bended forward with a grimace of pain on her face.Shocked maid noticed that the lady's bladder was bulging through Éowyn's dress more than three inches from the rest of her body. Eila knew that her lady's bladder had quite astounding capacity — she had often seen her not showing even the slightest bit of need when Eila herself was forced to go out and relieve herself — but keeping her pee inside from the dawn to to late evening was unbelievable. Especially with all the wine the lady drank during the feast and after!“My lady, are you willing me to guide you to your chambers?” — she asked instead of questioning the princess about the decisions made by the King's council. Éowyn desperately shook her head. “My chamber is too far away” — she groaned — “I need to get out through the gate, and quick”. “But my lady, it's almost midnight, the guards won't let as out…” — Eila said hesitantly, but the princess was obviously not paying attention to her any more, hastily hobbling — almost running — through the corridor. After a few minutes of passage, during which the maid was truly concerned for Éowyn's state, they reached the guarded gate.The guards were obviously shocked seeing Éowyn in the state she was in right now. They had seen King's niece from time to time and they heard of her as a prideful and ambitious, noble young lady. Seeing this prideful woman behaving in such dishonorable manner, pee dancing on the spot like a young girl or one from the folk, was the last thing they were expecting. Sweet was visible on her face and cleavage and she was tightly clenching her fists while standing with pretzled intensively shaking legs.Eila knew that her lady was putting all her will to stop herself from holding her crotch during the conversation with the officer, and was scared at the thought that this final effort to rescue the last ditch of honor Éowyn had may lead princess to wetting herself in front of ordinary soldiers. Eila was simply unable to comprehend how her lady may be able to talk and try to persuade with the guard with her bladder stretched to it's maximum, full of warm piss begging to be released. From what Eila knew, it was more than 15 hours from the last relief to Éowyn's bladder and sphincter! Never did she think a human bladder is capable of holding such load, especially a women's bladder.The lady tried to convince the guard that she has a very important reason to leave the castle, pacing back and forth while talking — and the guard seemed to understand what reason was that — but he was obviously not willing to let the King's niece go out into the night. If something bad would happen to her, his would be the responsibility and his head would not stay together with his shoulders.Princess, her bladder throbbing with need, desperately tried to convince the guard to let her out, but he firmly refused. Tears were forming in her eyes. Eila get closer to her and whispered into her ear — “My lady, this men won't let us out of the castle. We need to get to your chambers” — and Éowyn understood it was true. She could not imagine how she would be able to walk through almost entire castle, while being in a state like this. She had an ocean in her, ocean filling her bladder and making it bulge so much that it was visible even under her loose dress. She was almost sure that if she would uncross her legs and try to walk, her pee would erupt out of her. Still, by sheer willpower, she was able to slowly follow her maid, which guided her through the labyrinth of corridors leading to their chambers.Chapter 5After walking a little more than a hundred small steps, Éowyn was no longer able to suppress her need — she stopped moving and was keeping both of the her hands between her legs, pressing them to her crotch as hard as she could, her legs were shivering madly and sweet was pouring of her face. Due to her hands holding her crotch the dress was straining on her belly and Eila could see her lady's bladder in it's full glory, bulging a few inches from the rest of the lady's body. Éowyn's bladder was spasming harder than ever before and the princess felt it. For a moment Eila was terrified that her lady will finally succumb to the nature's calling and release contents of her bladder on the floor. “My lady! Oh, please, don't give up!” — she called. Éowyn bent forward and closed her eyes, panting. Her lips let out a loud groan. She had to fight not to wet herself right there, and was shaking with the effort she put into that fight. Slowly, she managed to straighten up and began walking towards Eila, her bladder calmed down a little, while Éowyn was carefully taking each small step. “I don't think… I can hold it longer…” — she quietly muttered with a broken voice. It was already obvious to Eila that her lady was at her very limits. Maid took Éowyn's hand and gently tried to lead her through the corridor.They walked through endless corridors of the castle, Éowyn stopping on regular basis and having to fight a heroic battle not to piss herself. Eila was full of compassion for her lady and the whole way was comforting her and convincing her she can hold it a little longer.The princess and the maid finally reached Éowyn's chambers, passing beside a pair of guards, which were truly shocked at the view of the Lady of Rohan clenching her fists in her crotch, in an obvious way trying not to pee herself. Éowyn was almost crying from the effort she put in clenching her sphincter tightly closed and the knowledge of oncoming relief was making holding the content of her bladder even harder. Just as the doors of the chamber closed behind them Eila ran for a two-liter chamber pot which was standing beneath the bed, and brought it to the princess. The lady desperately pulled her dress up and squatted over the chamber pot, almost falling to the ground.Piss immediately started gushing from Éowyn with strength Eila had never seen before. It was like her lady was trying to empty her whole bladder at the very moment she started wetting. Princess moaned loudly from the indescribable relief that came at her when she could finally let her body release so long held fluids. With her sphincter finally relaxed, there was nothing left to prevent astounding volume of hot pee from leaving her overstretched bladder. One minute worth of wetting quickly turned into two, every second filled with the incredible hissing sound of Éowyn's piss flowing out of her and splashing on the ground mixed with the woman's sighs of relief. Just after the two minute mark piss started to overflow the chamber pot. Eila couldn't believe what she was seeing. She was aware of great capacity of her lady's bladder, but what was happening right now was far beyond anything she has seen before. The second minute went without any signs of Éowyn stopping her monstrous piss — the chamber pot was full and there was an extensive puddle of piss around it — and only at the very beginning of the third minute the act seemed to slowly getting to it's end and the flow was starting to diminish. It soon turned into dribbling and finally ended.Tired Éowyn had almost overturned the chamber pot when she finally fell to the floor, in the lake of her own pee on the floor. Her panting slowed to almost normal breathing, and a week smile appeared on her face. “I believe I need a bath, my dear” — she said with an exhausted voice. |
I've recently been feeling like writing again! Apologies for having abandoned my previous story about a certain bladder sprite. So here's my newest original fiction story, which will still probably be split into 'chapters'. I'm still keeping with the fantasy genre this time, but instead of cheeky sprites, you get demons and witches, and yet another begrudging relationship which seems to be a trope I enjoy.---The streets of the world of demons were filled to the brim with the busy greedy people that inhabited it. With skins in various shades of reds, purples, and grays, feathered and fleshy wings, curled horns of various lengths, and pointed tails, the demons were certainly an unusual folk. The entire town road was lined with buildings made of brimstone bricks, and the vast majority of them were places of leisure - casinos full of gamblers, spas with magma baths and hot coal treatment, restaurants offering human flesh in a million different varieties, bars serving drinks hotter than fires, brothels where the succubi and incubi gave their sort of service to the others, and a few places that were pleasurable for devils moreso than to human readers, and are best left undescribed. Not a single citizen had to work, for their money was obtained from the souls of the damned that had no use for their worldly wealth anymore.Within one of the casinos, a crowd had gathered around a poker table, and whilst the majority of the devils there were townspeople, there was a particular guest of honor that had captured a few staring eyes. A girl sitting at the far end of the table was adorned in plenty of gold and silver and gemstones, with silken finery and leather sandals. But that wasn't the most unusual thing about her. Her skin was no common red or maroon, but a shiny jet-black, the color of soot. The webbing in her small wings and the color her irises were both highlighted in a royal violet, and these features, coupled with her outfit, made her easily identifiable as royalty. For she was Selehpot Sihpem, and anybody hearing her surname would know that she was the daughter of the Unholy One, the lord of the demonic realm, the most powerful black sorcerer currently in existence, and she was as respectable as her father, partly because of her nobility, partly because of her exotic and beautiful appearance, and partly because she was winning the game by far at the moment. This particularly astounded her fellow players, because this delicate-looking princess, with her fine wings, skinny figure and less-than-average stature, was evidently one of the best poker players Big Temohpab's Casino had ever seen.But unbeknownst to her fellows, she possessed some abilities that even they didn't, including a mystical charm that made them all so dumbfounded at her appearance that they didn't notice when she gazed around at all of their hands. She was a selfish free spirit, who had little respect for others, and simply loved winning, living in her luxuries, and the power and respect her position offered her. In fact, had anybody tried to raise her like a human, they would have found that even UK reality TV parenting specialist Supernanny couldn't handle a brat like that. But her father had ignored her for the better part of her childhood, and now, at sixteen, she was almost of age and almost ready to cast a hand into the ruling of the demonic plane. For now, however, she spent most of her days basking in the praise of the townspeople and wasting the dead's money on her simple pleasures.In fact, Selehpot had a bit of a hard time bringing herself away from these pleasures. She was royalty, and thus it wasn't often that she had to give anything up. But unfortunately, her own body put restrictions in place. Right now, her bladder seemed rather unhappy at her for consuming three glasses of Big T's Brimstone Brandy and then proceeding to play card games for two and a half hours. So reluctantly, she left the table after winning yet another round, and made her way to the bathrooms in the back of the place.Entering the single-stall bathroom, she caught a glance of herself in the mirror, and ever the vain type, she admired her ashen skin, as unblemished, dark, and lacking any visible hue as always, and her similarly colored hair, which was practically as silken as her clothes. Then, sighing, she reached down to pull down her silken skirt, which was as light and cool as the wind, and then immediately gasped and hiked it back up, for the state of the toilet was... well, let's just say that drunken demons aren't the most.... clean... people in the underworld.There was no way she could use this, not a chance. So frustrated, she stormed out of the room. A princess shouldn't have to be exposed to something like that. Her bladder was still filling by the minute, although at the moment, it was tolerable, and she could certainly move without even so much as having to grab herself. In fact, she figured that it really wouldn't be too hard to sit and play more poker for an hour. But she also wanted another herbal bath today, and another massage from that maidservant Natas, so she decided it was best to just return to the palace for now. The walk would only take ten minutes.The palace itself was situated in the centre of the town, made of obsidian and black stone, sitting atop a great rock and surrounded by a moat of magma. It was very intimidating, and the knowledge that she lived in it made Selehpot feel all warm inside. When eventually, she did get home, she breathed in the hot, hellish air (which was very refreshing for her kind), and made her way to her towers. There, in the luxurious chambers she changed out of her current outfit and donned a more casual home outfit, a black silken gown that was so thin it was translucent. In fact, with the heat, it might have been comfortable to just go around in the nude, but such a respectable person as herself would never do something like that.Then, finally ready to resolve herself of that annoying little problem in her lower abdomen, she wandered to her bathchambers, dismissed the servants who asked if she was ready for a bath, hiked her gown up to her waist and pulled her undergarments to her feet, and then she--felt the room begin to shake.This, of course, was completely unexpected. Selehpot stood up, hurriedly pulling her clothes back on in confusion. She attempted to leave the bathroom to look out the window and see if the tower was collapsing or something like that, but found she couldn't move at all. This made her panic, and the princess started to shout for help. Her maids called back, but she had locked the door. She looked down, and to her horror, saw a magic circle about her feet. It began to spin and glow, and the servants' voices grew quieter and quieter, until they were a whisper and the room was only a faint memory, and she was soaring through a tunnel of shadows and lights, and she thought she was going to die, or worse, but it all ended rather suddenly when she felt herself fall onto a cold metal surface.She was too stunned to get up at first, so the first thing she heard was a voice."Ah, excellent. A magnificent specimen."This prompted Selehpot to turn around, and gaze at the owner of the voice. It was a human, and a sorceress, judging by her ornately robes and hood. They were in a tower, it looked like, full of bookshelves and strange equipment and enchanted things - a wizard's home if she'd ever seen one. But probably the most prominent thing about the demon princess's new surroundings was that she was currently contained within a cage.Try as she might, none of her hellfire could melt it, her strong hands couldn't tear it, and she eventually started to swear at the mage in front of her, but that only prompted the woman to laugh. She was rather young, at least judging by her voice and shadowed face, although much of her appearance was obscured by her robes and cloak."You're not going to escape that cage. And even if you did, you couldn't attack me or leave, because I summoned you. Like it or not, demon, you're my servant now, and you'll be doing whatever I tell you to do."This, of course, made Selehpot furious, and her curses grew worse and the rattling of the bars became louder. But the sorceress waved a hand, and the demon felt her entire body go limp, and she collapsed to the floor of the cage again. Standing up, she almost tried it again, but realized it would probably be a stupid idea."I'm going to let you out, now." her captor said. "You wouldn't be of much use to me otherwise." Her voice sounded almost teasing, and it was infuriating. "I've got bookshelves that need dusting, and you should be able to reach them just fine with those wings of yours.The cage opened, and immediately, Selehpot flew at the sorceress, screaming, "Do you even know who I am, you peasant? I am the Unholy Heiress, Princess Selehpot Sihpem, and-", but didn't get any further than that before she was frozen in place and felt her voice break."Completely under my control." reminded the mage. "Now. Bookshelves, my new servant. And make it quick, because I've got more work I don't really feel like doing!~"Selehpot stood up, and was at once reminded of that nagging little urge in her bladder as a small, tolerable wave of desperation hit her. "Can I at least-", she began to ask, but was interrupted."We'll see how obedient you are first. I've no desire to endlessly torture you, so perhaps if you do what you're told, we can learn to be friends. After all, a familiar is a partner for life. And if I'm you're friend, I'll surely give you some privileges."She was definitely young. She didn't sound commanding like a superior, no. She sounded like a child enjoying a fun little game. In fact, Selehpot would go so far as to guess that their ages were similar. So that's how it was to be, thought the dishonored princess as she picked up a feather duster, trying to ignore her full bladder. Her, a princess! A princess among demons! And now, a silly witch's familiar, forced to work, and trying not to wet herself. How absolutely deplorable. |
Selehpot had no idea what an alembic was, what its purpose was, or why it was significant to her new 'master', but it was a completely ridiculous shape that made it impossible to clean and the small green stain on the inside that she had been trying to reach for the past five minutes seemed to be taunting her at this point. It had been half an hour so far since she was given her first task of cleaning the sorceress's alchemical equipment and so far she had cleaned up exactly two piles of broken glass and one spilled jar of rat bile. None of which were damaged accidentally.Obviously, her first course of action was to furiously refuse to perform any task that she was given and to defiantly try and mess stuff up for the pathetic human witch, but she quickly discovered that each bit of misbehavior prompted the girl to delay dinner by an hour. The first time, Selehpot had laughed and refused to believe it. She was royalty and had always eaten whenever she wanted to, but after the second time she realized that the sorceress was serious, and had responded with outrage by throwing the bile at her.At this point it looked like she wouldn't be eating until the evening. But even if she was slightly hungry, she had other pressing issues too. Her need for the bathroom hadn't lessened at all. In fact, at this stage, it was pretty impossible to ignore. Her lower body swayed from side to side as she leaned over the apparatus table, her thin tail flicking in discomfort. If she were alone, she would have been grabbing herself, but that pest of a sorceress was watching her work from afar, and the last thing she wanted to do was show weakness in front of a human.She decided to put down the stupid piece of glass she was trying to clean for now and come back to it later, because it was only making her more and more frustrated. There were a few vials that had to be rinsed as well. In the name of everything unholy, she thought, couldn't this woman clean up anything after herself? The table had a small sea rune in the corner that produced a small stream of water, and she used this to wash out the vials, but the feel of the liquid against her fingers and the gentle trickling noises made her painfully aware yet again of the fact that she had to pee. It wasn't even a discomfort at this point, it was an annoying pestilence clinging to her and getting in the way of everything.Eventually, she finished cleaning everything but the stupid stained alembic. She couldn't believe all this work she was being forced to do. That mage had better have some excellent reward for her, she thought. She had cleaned like, ten entire things. That was more things than anybody should have had to cleanse in their entire life, much less someone whose lifespan was going to be several thousand years. She figured since she'd done such a good job, it wouldn't hurt to ask for a bathroom break."Hey." she said, turning to face the sorceress. "Do you think-"She cut Selehpot off. "You'll either address me as mistress, my lady or by name."The demon's face contorted into a scowl. "Fine then, Mirianne." she replied, spitting out the girl's name like it was dung. She'd die before calling somebody else her master. "Show me to your bathroom."Mirianne stepped over to the workspace. "So rude." she answered. "I'd appreciate it if my little familiar would treat me with a bit of respect."This was enough for Selehpot. She screamed in frustration and smashed the alembic on the ground, where it shattered. "I am NOT your SERVANT!" she hollered in rage. "I am Selehpot Siphem, eldest daughter of the Almighty Unholy One, Heiress to the Brimstone Throne, and one of the most beautiful and precious demons in the universe, so I do believe YOU should be the one treating ME with respect at the very least! If you were seated before me, you'd be on your knees and begging for my forgiveness, and-"At this point she felt her lips lock shut, and she could only faintly scream in fury through a closed mouth. "I would have let you go had you been a bit more polite, but now that I think about it, maybe your bladder can teach you some manners. Your answer is no!" Mirianne said, and giggled, as if this was some massive joke to her. Selehpot could only stare, dumbstruck. Well, not that she could speak anyway, but if she could, she still wouldn't be. This ignorant human was despicable."You'll clean up that alembic and then... hmm..." The mage gazed slowly around the room. "I was going to have you reorganize some books, but I've got a special job for you now. I've got a cursed pitcher that's supposed to supply me with an endless amount of water, but it's been misbehaving and spitting water at me for a while now. Your kind are adept with curses and black magic and the like, aren't you? I'd like you to try and fix it for me!" It's right over in this chest here.Selehpot watched as the sorceress opened a wooden box and a small flood of water spilled out onto the tiled floor. Within was a jug of water that emitted a relentless stream of water, almost seemingly in rage, if it was possible for an inanimate object to feel anger.She was enjoying this, Selehpot thought as the sight of the water pushed her urge even further and forced her to shamefully rub the crotch of her undergarments for relief. Her, a princess. What a sick hag._________________________________________Tada! The first new chapter in too long. Just so you know, I'm open to suggestions, so let me know what kind of things you'd like to see happen. And feel free to ask anything too. |
A/N: I was requested to write a Harley story for my free request event, which was great because we all know how much I love her! I was also asked to include someone (either a cop of Robin) who let her go, because they were turned on by it.
It had been a stupid fight. She knew that it had been a stupid fight, and she knew better than to fight back. She knew that the best course of action was to go along with it, to take it, to agree with him until he had calmed down, and then everything would be okay again. But she had argued back until things had escalated to such a point that she had stormed out, shouting something about how she would show him, she'd come home with a big score and then he'd see!
Harleen Quinzel, known more commonly as Harley Quinn these days, dearly hoped that she was not in over her head.
~X~
The plan was to steal as much as she could by herself. It didn't matter what she got as long as she got a lot and got it on her own. That should be enough to end the silly fight and allow her to return home with her pride still in tact. So she set out for the most high end shopping district in town, completely devoid of life considering the late hour. This would be too easy; with any luck, she'd be in and out of several stores before anyone even caught on!
She had developed quite a skill with dodging alarms and turning them off, and generally not tripping them. Experience, combined with intelligence, combined with killer gymnastic skills made her a fantastic robber, and she sometimes wondered just how much she and Catwoman could accomplish if they teamed up for a few jobs. But, as things stood, her skills were usually applied in less conventional manners as she aided the Joker in whatever it was he needed her for.
Not tonight, she thought, not sure if she should giggle or sigh. She missed him terribly already, but she also enjoyed the feeling of liberation she felt any time she pulled a heist by herself, and after robbing three stores without any issue, that feeling had only grown more.
And then she felt a slight pressure in her lower abdomen and wanted to curse. Of course, just as she was on a roll, she would suddenly have to pee. She shook her head; she didn't have enough to return home just yet. She could ignore it for a little bit longer to do a few more break ins. It wasn't even that bad yet, just a minor inconvenience!
With that thought in mind, she loaded up her car and headed off for the next area she planned to hit.
~X~
Dick Grayson, currently disguised as his Robin persona, sped alongside the Batmobile on his motorcycle. He and Batman were following a series of ridiculous and complex clues left behind by the Riddler, and had been for most of the night. Truth be told, he was growing bored with this, and he knew that the action would not pick up. Once they had managed to find Nygma, there would not be much of a fight; he wasn't the best as far as physical strength went.
It was as he was thinking this that something came over the police scanner, describing a series of quick and frantic robberies, with the most likely perpetrator being Harley Quinn. Perfect! That sounded like it would be a lot more fun than the Riddler's silly mind games.
“I can take Quinn,” he said, radioing Batman. “You keep chasing Nygma.”
“Are you sure?” asked the older man. “I wouldn't overestimate her if I were you. She may seem naive, but she's a still a hardened criminal.”
“I'll be fine,” replied Robin. “I promise.” And without another word, he took off, heading to her crime scene.
~X~
She hadn't meant to trip that alarm. She also hadn't meant to rip her costume so terribly, but she had somehow managed to pull off both in one go. As well as destroying a majority of the store's stock, but that was beside the point.
What had happened was, she had been bending done to pick something up off a bottom shelf, and as she came up, she felt her clothes being tugged at by the shelf behind her. She panicked, thinking she had been caught by somebody, and yanked, hard. The seat of her bodysuit was pulled clean out, with a loud ripping sound, and the force caused her to stumble, knocking over a shelf, which proceeded to knock over every shelf behind it and trigger the alarm.
Now she was trying to hit as many stores as possible before anyone could catch her. A few cops had tried to stop her, but she had managed to shake them easily. She had to finish this heist without being arrested or having the large rip seen, but the more she ran and maneuvered her way into stores, the more it tore, until it had spread to her crotch, completely busting the seam there too.
Things were made quite a bit more difficult by the growing pressure on her bladder. She was getting to the point where the need to pee was urgent, and she knew that she would have to get out of here soon. Luckily, she had managed to shake all of the cops and was about to hit the last store on her plan for the night. Then she could return home, hurry to the bathroom, change her clothes, and flaunt her loot!
And then she was tackled to the ground by someone she had not even been aware had arrived, which startled her so much that she leaked a bit in her panties, leaving the tiniest of dark spots between her legs.
“Having a fun night on the town?” asked the man sarcastically. It was Robin. Of course he would choose to show up now of all times!
“I was,” she replied, kicking him off of her. “But, as any lady knows, there's always some unwanted guy hangin' around!” She started off at a run, acutely aware of how exposed she was. Her panties, which were a bright purple, had “Ha” printed on them over and over again in neon green lettering, were on full display for the Boy Wonder, and she wanted to die from embarrassment.
She contemplated covering her butt with her hands to hide it, but this would only slow her down, and it wasn't as if she hadn't already given Robin a good eyeful already. If she could just get to her car before he caught her, she would be in the clear, but a sharp twinge from her bladder caused her to stop short, doubling over.
This gave Robin an edge, and he threw a weighted rope that wrapped around her, trapping her quickly. She screamed in frustration, crossing her legs as best she could as she struggled against it.
“I knew I could handle this one,” he said. “Alright, Quinn, it's off to Arkham with you.”
She groaned, the ropes pressing into her already bursting bladder. What was worse was that she couldn't do anything to help herself hold it in, and she leaked again, this time creating a sizable wet patch on her panties.
Robin noticed her struggling and noticed how different it was from usual. “Is something wrong?”
“Nothin',” she lied, but she tightly clenched her thighs together, hissing as she felt a spurt escaped. The dark patch on her panties was too big for her to hide anymore, and she saw his eyes widen behind his mask.
“I, uh...” He shifted uncomfortably, at a loss for words. He could not explain it, but being aware that he had Harley Quinn tied up with her panties exposed and desperate to pee aroused him more than he cared to admit. He looked away for a few seconds, but could not keep his eyes off the show for long.
She bit her lip, whimpering slightly, and he felt so guilty for a moment that he considered untying her. But, no, he had captured her for a reason! Just as he was going over to grab her and take her away, he saw her mouth fly open in horror.
Harley struggled harder against her bonds, trying to break free though she knew it was futile. She was beyond her limit now, and it was too late for her. Her panties grew dark and she let out a choked sob, as the warm piss escaped the fabric, forming a puddle where she sat. She could feel her bladder empty, which was a fantastic feeling after all the pressure that had been on it, but the humiliation was so overpowering that she did not even care.
To think that she had tripped an alarm and given herself away in such a stupid fashion, then she had torn her clothes and exposed her panties like that, and now she had wet herself in front of the Boy Wonder himself. Tears spilled out of her eyes as she hung her head in shame. All this because of some stupid fight she hadn't been smart enough to back down from!
Robin still watched her, unable to turn away even though a part of him knew that this should be a private moment for her and that he shouldn't watch. He just couldn't help himself, though he didn't know why this was affecting him in such a way, and he was really starting to regret the tights. Not to mention the fact that she was clearly devastated that this had happened, sniffling and generally looking miserable.
He felt guilty. He felt so incredibly guilty, even though he couldn't have known her situation before, even though he had an obligation to capture her, even though letting her go free was against everything he stood for. He felt guilty because he had indirectly made her wet herself, and he felt even guiltier because he had enjoyed it.
Without another thought, he approached her, hoping that she was too distracted to really notice his rather visible enjoyment of the situation. She looked up at him, glaring with eyes too teary to really seem threatening, but this switched to an expression of surprise as she realized he was untying her.
“Go on,” he said, turning away to conceal is own predicament. “It wasn't a fair fight. We'll just keep this between us, and I'll say you got away.”
“Really?” asked Harley. “Ya'd really do something like that for me?”
“Sure,” he replied, hopping on his motorcycle. “Don't think this changes anything, though. I'll get you next time.” He then sped off, preparing himself to deal with the scolding he would surely get for not catching her. But he felt like he had done the right thing, and that made him feel good enough that he could ignore any number of Batman's “I told you so”s. Plus, he had some serious thinking to do about his reaction to her wetting herself.
~X~
After a drive that felt longer due to her uncomfortably cold and wet panties, Harley was finally home for the night. She opened the door, and the Joker looked up at her, ready to make some remark about her being back already. However, this was cut short as soon as he saw the state she was in, and he burst out laughing.
“Shut it,” she snapped, tossing one of her many loot bags at him. “Don't say anything.”
A/N: It's always a pleasure to write for Harley, and even more of a pleasure to get to revisit her in such a scenario. I really loved writing this, and I hope that you enjoyed reading it! |
The women's bathroom in the police headquarters was much smaller than the men's. This was largely due to the fact that the police force consisted of far more men than women, but that didn't mean that the women didn't play a large role in maintaining peace in Republic City. The chief of police was a woman, after all.
Toph wasn't fond of the fact that the bathrooms were so small. It usually wasn't a problem, but when it was a problem, it was usually when Toph was coming back from patrol and had been holding it for a good part of the day. She was considering having a private bathroom added to her office, but she hadn't quite made it to that point yet.
Patrol was one of Toph's favourite parts of the job. It was usually when she had the most opportunity to put her bending skills to use, and if there was one thing Toph Beifong liked doing, it was bending. Unfortunately today, patrol wasn't as great as she was willing to admit. As her patrol had been coming to an end there had been a robbery at the bank. The thieves were already making a run for it by the time Toph had gotten there and she'd made quick pursuit. But these had been smart thieves and they knew what Republic City's chief of police was all about. All of their attacks had been directed at Toph's feet, and while the earthbender was skilled when it came to dodging attacks, one or two had made contact.
Her seismic sense was a little fuzzy by the end of it all and her feet hurt like crazy, but the thieves went down and Toph was able to bring them back to headquarters, even if the walk back had been a little slow. She'd been out on the streets for some time now and had to admit that she needed the bathroom pretty bad by that point.
In short, Toph was uncomfortable and grumpy, and nobody wanted to mess with a grumpy Toph.
When she got to the headquarters she handed off her prisoners to be put in cells, but one of her officers stopped her before she could head to the bathroom. "Chief, your feet are bleeding!" he exclaimed.
"Ya, I figured."
"You should sit down while we get someone to bandage them up." He was right. Walking hurt right now and while she wanted to find herself a toilet, it could wait until someone cleaned her up and made sure she didn't get an infection from walking on the bathroom floor. An infection in her feet would make her life pretty miserable.
The staff medic was quick in getting to her, though Toph noted that he was a little flustered when he got there. "Sorry Chief," he said. "I've been a little busy with the food poisoning."
"Food poisoning?"
"Some of the officers ordered takeout for lunch and well..."
"I think I get the idea." Toph hissed as she felt the antiseptic sting her foot. Her bladder throbbed at the sudden pain, but she did her best to ignore it. "How many people?" she asked.
"About half the officers who were in the headquarters this morning."
Great, now she was short staffed. The medic was pulling out a set of bandages but Toph pulled her foot away before he could start to apply them. "Do I really need those?"
"If you want to avoid getting the cuts infected, then yes."
So she was short staffed and she was going to have trouble getting around with the bandages muting her seismic sense. She let the medic finish his job and glared vaguely ahead. By the time he was done, her feet stung and her bladder was reminding her again that she should be trying to make her way over to the bathroom ASAP. She got up gingerly after the medic had left and headed towards the bathroom.
Luckily Toph had a pretty good idea of where all the furniture was in the room, and by moving slowly she was able to avoid running into anyone on the way there. She could still use her seismic sense, but there was a delay in people's movements and she couldn't see as far away as she would have liked. Not to mention everything was fuzzy.
Her bladder didn't like the slow pace and urged her to move faster, but Toph didn't want to risk tripping and hurting herself even more. She gave a sigh of relief when she made it to the bathroom and opened the door, only to find both stalls were occupied. The room smelled pretty bad too.
She knocked on one of the doors. "You gonna be long?" she asked.
"Chief? I-" Toph recognised the voice on the other side of the door as belonging to one of her younger officers, Min. "...I might be a while."
"Me too," a voice said from the other stall. "Sorry."
Toph sighed as she shifted her weight from one stinging foot to the other. She knew the food poisoning was to blame for this and there really wasn't much she could do. Her bladder throbbed but she clenched it into submission. She would just have to wait.
She headed slowly back into the main room and flagged down her assistant on the way to her office. Han Fu got up quickly and followed her with a stack of hastily arranged papers in his hands. "I assume you'll want to write up an arrest report?" he asked as Toph sat down at her desk.
Toph was glad to get the weight off her feet, but not too happy about not getting a chance to relieve herself. She crossed her legs tightly and nodded. "Sure, let's do that. But first, tell someone outside to keep an eye on the bathroom and let me know when it's free. I need to piss like an elephant horse."
Han Fu did as he was told and soon the two of them were going over her paperwork and signing documents. This was Toph's least favourite part of the job given that she couldn't read any of the papers she was signing. Toph greatly disliked needing help with anything.
As they went over the papers, Toph's need grew, and still nobody came in to tell her that the bathroom was free. She squeezed her thighs as her bladder pleaded with her for release. She needed to go so bad!
Soon she was tapping her fingers on the desk as Han Fu read off another document. She was having a whole lot of trouble concentrating on her work at the moment. She rubbed a hand against her thigh and shifted in her seat. Damn that food poisoning!
"Chief?"
"Hm?"
"Do you think maybe that's enough for today? You seem distracted." Han Fu sounded worried. This wasn't uncommon for people when they were around Toph in one of her bad moods. "I think some of this can wait until tomorrow if you wanted to head home."
She wanted to say no, to get the paperwork over with so she wouldn't have to worry about it later. But her bladder throbbed and she found herself pressing her legs tightly together to stave off another wave of desperation. She wasn't going to be able to work like this, and the bathrooms didn't seem like they were going to be free any time soon. Maybe going home wasn't such a bad idea.
She let Han Fu pack up all her paperwork as she got up from her chair. It took a moment to make sure her bladder wasn't going to release all over the floor when she stood up, but she managed it alright. I'll just check if the bathroom's free before I go...
But when she got into the bathroom both stalls were still occupied. "That bad, huh?" she asked the room in general, to which one of the women replied with a muffled groan. "Fuck."
So Toph left the headquarters and started on her journey home. She didn't live too far away from her work, but with a full bladder and Toph barely being able to walk at a snail sloth's pace due to her bandaged feet, it felt like she lived an entire continent away. She wanted to speed things up, but she was having enough trouble as it was making sure she didn't bump into anyone or anything.
She was doing fairly well at controlling her aching bladder until she was run into by a woman who was apparently in a big rush to get somewhere. Toph felt her bladder spasm and spurt slightly into her pants as she leaned over with a groan. Oh, that was not good.
"Mind watching where you're going?" the other woman said angrily, but as Toph stood up straighter and the angry woman got a good look at who she'd bumped into, her voice faltered. "Oh, uh, Chief Beifong. I didn't realise..."
Toph glared and the woman's voice faded away. "Be more careful next time," Toph finally said when she felt that she'd made the woman uncomfortable enough. She would have harassed her more under normal circumstances, but Toph's bladder was screaming at her now and it was taking all of her effort not to squirm and mess up her menacing stature. Luckily the other woman scampered off and Toph sagged, shifting her weight back and forth in an attempt to make it through this wave of desperation. She wanted nothing more than to squat down behind one of the trees next to her and let loose, but public urination was illegal and the chief of police certainly couldn't be caught doing it. She spurted into her pants again and groaned, clamping down as best she could. She was so close to home now, she could make it.
Toph began walking again once she felt her bladder was under enough control. She picked up the pace a bit now that she felt the threat of wetting herself was greater than that of her bumping into something. Besides, she'd walked this path a million times going to and from work. She knew where all the streets and lampposts were.
Each step was agony and sent a shockwave of urgency up into her bladder. It wasn't long before she spurted again, more heavily this time, but she managed to stem the flow. Oh, she was not going to wet herself in public. That was definitely not a Toph Beifong thing to do.
She thanked the spirits that her uniform had such a long top that it covered her legs to her knees. She was dribbling periodically into her pants now and was certain people would have otherwise noticed her slowly losing control.
She should have just used the men's room.
She was so close to her house now she could smell it, but she was also quickly losing her grasp on her bladder. She peed heavily and audibly into her pants, but stopped herself once again, feeling the wetness travel slightly down her thighs. She didn't think anyone was close enough to hear it, but she couldn't be sure. She picked up her pace and felt more spurts escape her throbbing bladder, but the gate to her front yard was only steps away. If she could just make it...
Toph burst through the gate of her yard just as her bladder burst into her pants. She stumbled in and sagged against the fence, urine pouring heavily down her legs and splashing onto the grass beneath her. Toph couldn't believe she was actually wetting herself, but she had at least made it off the street and onto her own property.
There was no point in trying to stop it now, and Toph didn't really want to. She groaned and leaned forward with her hands on her knees, letting her bladder empty itself onto the ground under her feet. Her pants were soaked and so were the bandages covering the cuts on her feet. Urine poured over them causing them to sting sharply, but the pain was far from Toph's mind as the relief from her bladder became more and more prominent.
She stood there for some time, letting the urine stream out of her. Fuck, she had needed to pee so bad and now that she was doing it, it was one of the most blissful sensations she had experienced.
Eventually her stream died down. The ground had soaked up most of her urine, but the wet grass beneath her feet squelched as she stood up straighter. She felt so much better, but fuck. Toph had just pissed her pants. She growled as she made her way into the house, slamming the door behind her.
She didn't know who yet, but somebody was going to pay for this. |
Hi all,
This is my first full length desperation story. I'm trying out writing omorashi and from reading some of the other stories on here, I'm enjoying them and thought you might enjoy my effort too.
"Pee Police" - Speeding to try and get to work before I wet myself, I've been pulled over by a female cop who puts me through a humilating sobriety test followed by a very intimate strip search.
Let me know what you think of the story!
Pee Police
Dying to pee, I put my foot down. The engine roared as I picked up speed. Could I make it to work in time before I wet myself? I rolled my eyes when I heard the siren through my open car window. Just my luck. He couldn’t have been there when we were all crawling along at five miles an hour could he? Oh no. it had to be once I was finally motoring at a decent speed. I was only going that fast to be sure I got to work before I had an accident.
Now I could see him approaching behind me. Not only was I going to be late for work but I was probably going to get a ticket too. Just great. I watched the police car accelerate past me before a digital display flashed in its rear window. ‘Follow me,’ then an arrow pointed to the left. The car signalled and turned off onto the sliproad, I thought for a moment about continuing on the motorway, see if I could lose him but I was only three points away from losing my licence and it was more than thirty miles to the next turn off. He’d catch up again in that time for sure. Reluctantly I turned off the motorway and followed him.
Once on the sliproad he turned left again and then right into a tiny little layby, hidden from the main road by a thick clump of overgrown trees. He came to a stop and I pulled up behind him, feeling strangely nervous. I just hoped he hadn’t spotted that one of my brake lights was out too. I’d been meaning to get it fixed for ages but I kept forgetting to get round to it. Keep quiet, I told myself, don’t make it worse by talking too much like you always do. Just nod and smile and maybe show him a bit of you know what. I quickly undid the top two buttons of my shirt, tugging it downwards to reveal a generous portion of cleavage. I yanked my skirt up under my bottom to expose my thighs, hoping he was the easily distracted type.
When the police car door opened I swore under my breath. A woman. Typical. Female solidarity could be worth a try maybe? Worth a shot. Sisters together. Hmm, maybe not. She was taller than me, long blonde hair tied back under her hat. As she turned I had to resist gasping. I’m no lesbian but she was really beautiful, like she’d just walked out of the Hunger Games the winner, no older than 19 or 20, how young did they take them into the force? She was wearing a white shirt that accentuated rather than hid her ample boobs, a gaping hole was visible between two buttons as she turned and leaned into her car. I had only a glimpse at the perfect roundness of her bottom in her black trousers before she stood up but it was enough to make me seethe with jealousy. Why couldn’t I look like that?
I thought my boobs were a decent size but compared to hers they seemed hardly anything. And I could have sunk my teeth into a bottom that good. She began walking towards me with a notepad in hand and I felt another shudder of nerves run through me, interfering with my bladder. My desire to pee seemed overwhelming. I just hoped I could get this over quickly. I shuffled slightly in my seat as she reached my car and tapped on the window.
Her boobs were at my eye level as she bent down and I could see through the gap between buttons to the pink lacy bra underneath, presumably not part of her official uniform. “Licence please,” she said as I rolled down the window. I rummaged in the glovebox despite knowing it wasn’t there.
“I must have forgotten it,” I said, turning to look at her as she leaned in through the window. I tried a winning smile as my eyes were drawn to the view down the gaping top of her shirt to the fleshy roundness of her breasts, barely held in her bra. I felt another shudder in my bladder as the need to pee grew stronger. She stood back up and sighed, making a note in her pad before looking at me. “You look a little uncomfortable. Anything in the car there shouldn’t be?”
“No, nothing at all.”
She frowned as my legs continued to jiggle of their own accord. “Step out of the vehicle please.” I opened the door and stood up, tugging my skirt back into place as a cool breeze hit my bare legs. “Take a seat in the back of my car.”
“Why?”
“I’m going to conduct a search of your vehicle.”
“But…there’s nothing in there.”
“Then it won’t take long will it?”
I began to walk towards the police car, my desire to pee getting stronger all the time. I glanced at the bushes to my left and turned towards them, hoping for a chance to squat down out of sight whilst she was rummaging in my car. I made it behind a hawthorn and was just lowering myself when she appeared above me, yanking me back up to my feet. The pee that had been about to escape burned inside me as I gripped my muscles tighter, struggling to stop a trickle from draining out of me. I barely managed it.
“I told you to go wait in my car,” she snapped.
“I’m sorry. I was just going for a pee.” A strange expression crossed her face, one that I didn’t understand until later on. “Could you let go of my arm? You’re hurting me.”
She began dragging me over to the police car. “Sit there and shut up,” she snapped, slamming the door shut and locking me inside.
“But I need to pee!” I shouted through the closed window. She ignored me, walking back to my car. She climbed into it and I caught glimpses of her head as she bobbed up and down, searching for who knows what.
I looked round me at the layby outside the window. From here it felt like I was in the middle of nowhere. I couldn’t see a single car out there, couldn’t even see the road, just bushes and trees thick with summer growth. I looked down at my legs, still jiggling. She was busy so at least I was able to lift my skirt and press one hand between my thighs, pushing the fabric of my panties into my pussy, helping to hold off the flow of piss that was threatening to come out any moment. I couldn’t believe I’d become so much more desperate so quickly. Maybe it was the stress of the situation, maybe that third coffee I’d had before setting off.
The minutes ticked by and it became harder and harder to keep still. I had one hand under me, the other still pushing in my panties and to make things worse my clit had begun throbbing. I guessed the movement of my hand over the top of it was causing that animal response but it was the last thing I wanted at the time, to get turned on when I was bursting to pee. I thought I might wet myself in her car if she didn’t come back quickly. I rubbed my hand over the bulge in my lower abdomen, my bladder was noticeably overfilled. The slightest press made me moan with pain. It was agony just sitting here waiting. What was taking so long?
In my addled state I thought maybe I could let out a drop or two, just enough to ease the awful pressure I felt inside me. Would it soak into my knickers? Would it smell? I hadn’t seen her head for a while. Maybe she was having a nap in there. I took a gamble, shuffling forwards until I was on the edge of my seat. I hitched my skirt round my waist and taking one last look around me for anyone watching, I pulled my pink panties to one side, exposing the fleshy lips of my labia.
I held the panties with my left hand and used my right to pull my lips apart, not wanting any pee to trickle down my bare leg. I pushed my hips downwards and then relaxed my bladder just enough to let a single drop squeeze out of me. It soaked into my labia as I let another few drops escape. A tiny trickle squirted out and the relief was intense but only lasted a moment. All the pain and fullness I felt grew worse, my body wanted it all out of me. The taste of letting go had overtaken my mind. Suddenly I shuddered and lost control, a spray gushing out of me and hitting the back of the driver’s seat, running down towards the footwell.
“Oh God,” I muttered, pushing my panties back into place as the smell of urine filled the air around me. I felt no better. In fact I felt worse, having to wriggle in my seat to keep the rest from coming out. I could only watch the rivulets on the seat in front of me make their way down as I sat on my hands, rocking back and forth, scrunching and loosening my toes, trying everything I could to keep control. My knees banged into each other as I opened and closed my legs, squirming in my seat.
It was ridiculous. I was a grown woman acting like a little girl. I told myself to get a grip but my body was fighting me all the way. At last I saw the police woman climb out of the car and walk over to me. She unlocked the door and was about to speak when she sniffed. “Have you pissed yourself in my car?”
“No, no I swear,” I mumbled as she yanked me up and out. She looked at my bright red cheeks and then down into the car, sniffing again.
“Have you been drinking?”
“No, well does coffee count?” I laughed nervously but she remained stony faced.
See that line in the tarmac?” I looked down at a faded white patch of paint running along the edge of the layby. “I want you to walk along it until I say stop.”
“Can I please go for a pee first?”
“Urinating in public is an offence, did you know that?” I didn’t answer. “Start walking.”
I began as she said, placing one foot in front of the other as the fluid inside me sloshed around uncomfortably. I was almost at my car when she told me to stop.
“Now walk back towards me.”
She was leaning on her bonnet with her arms folded as I began to walk. I only made it a few steps before a jabbing pain ran through my bladder. I stopped dead as a squirt of piss escaped me and soaked into my panties, dripping through it and splashing onto the tarmac.
“Why’ve you stopped?”
I couldn’t tell her the real reason. It was too embarrassing. I began walking again, the edge of my warm and wet panties chafing my thighs. It took all the effort I had to stop any more from leaking. “Stop there.”
I sighed with relief, standing on the spot and shuffling on my feet. “Can I please have a piss? I’m begging you. I’ll wet myself if you don’t let me.”
“Turn around and shut up.” I did as she said, facing my car. “Now touch your toes.”
“Sorry, what?” I looked over my shoulder.
“Touch your toes or I’ll arrest you.”
I leaned forwards and stretched out my fingers, feeling the waistband of my skirt pressing into my bladder as I bent over and reached down, my fingers brushing my toes. I knew my skirt must have ridden up, I could feel the breeze on my damp panties. As I remained in that position, my hands gripping my ankles I could feel her staring eyes on me and my clit throbbed again. Was I getting turned on by her leering at my knickers?
“Keep still,” she said, her voice closer. She must be walking towards me. I tried my best as inside me another trickle of pee reached my panties, soaking through it and running down my thighs which were clamped together to try and hide my shame.
“I’m going to search you now,” she said, her voice quieter, breathing heavily. “Don’t move.”
“I really need to pee,” I whined. “Please let me pee first.”
“In a minute,” her voice was quieter again. I felt her hands on my skirt, lifting it high above my waist. I could see her behind me by looking past my legs. She was kneeling down on the tarmac. She hooked her fingers into my panties and felt their dampness. I could feel her breath on my thighs as her face came closer, sniffing loudly. She whipped my panties down to my ankles in less than a second. I was shocked by how brazen she was, clearly taking a gamble with how I’d react. My pussy was exposed to her gaze as I tried to decide what to do.
“Step out of them,” she ordered. I lifted one foot, then the other, kicking them to one side. “Go to your car and lean over the bonnet.”
I shuffled over there, another squirt of piss running down my leg as I tried to stop my bladder from exploding. I pressed my chest into the warm metal, my nipples rubbing through my top. “Spread your legs.”
I moved my feet apart as she began to run her hands up my left leg from my ankle. I could feel her fingers gently stroking my skin as she slid up me towards my dripping wet pussy. She stopped at the very top of my thigh before doing the same to my right leg. “Keep still,” she snapped as I felt another few drops of pee escaping. My knees were moving of their own accord, if I stopped now I knew I’d wet myself. Her hands gripped my buttocks, pulling them apart. She held me like that for several seconds, I knew she was staring at my tiny little arsehole. I felt something wet on it for just a moment, could it have been her tongue? She stood up and leaned over me, pressing her body against mine. I could feel the hardness of her nipples pressing into my back as she leaned in towards my ear, her lips brushing my skin.
“I need to check inside you now,” she hissed as her hand slid down my back, along the crack of my bottom, moving towards my pussy. “Don’t move,” she said again as one finger slid slowly into my pussy. As it moved up into me I couldn’t help but gasp, feeling my juices lubricate my hole, helping her into me, making my breath catch in my throat. Once she was all the way in, she held her finger there, wriggling it slightly from side to side. I felt my hips push back against her despite my desperation. A squirt of pee gushed from me, hitting her wrist. She yanked her hand out, wiping it on my bottom. “Keep your pee under control,” she whispered. “It’ll be worth it.”
Her finger brushed over my anus before nudging its way into my arse. The pussy juices that still coated it helped to ease the passage deep into me. I groaned into the bonnet, biting my lip as my clit throbbed ever stronger, my arse aching with a mixture of pleasure and pain. I held my bladder as best I could, hoping this would be over quickly. Finally she stood back up and stepped away, my anus shrinking back to shape as she slid out of me. “You can stand up,” she said, licking her finger as I turned to face her.
“Well, you can go,” she said at last. “But don’t speed again.”
“What the fuck?” I asked. “Are you insane? You just assaulted me in public. That…that’s wrong.”
“Don’t tell me what’s right and wrong,” she replied, turning to walk to her car. A rage washed over me. How dare she do this? I stormed over to her and grabbed her, turning her back to me.
“What the-?” she began. I clamped my lips over hers, silencing her. I plunged my tongue into her mouth, unable to stop myself. She edged her tongue onto mine, the two entwining together in hot breath and saliva as she stared into my eyes. I lowered my hands to her shirt, ripping it open to reveal her bra. She threw the shirt aside as I reached round and unhooked her bra in a rush of passion. When her breasts came free I was awestruck, they were enormous, the nipples bright pink and sticking out as goose bumps covered her bare flesh. I grabbed one boob and pulled my mouth free from hers, leaning down and flicking my tongue over her nipple, kneading the flesh with my hand, exploring her chest.
My bladder warned me it couldn’t last much longer so I reluctantly let her nipple slop out of my mouth, seeing it glisten with wetness as I pushed her backwards until she was draped over her bonnet. I yanked at her trousers, forcing them down. Her panties were so damp they were see through, the outline of her lips clearly visible as I tore them from her and tossed them aside.
She looked up at me in silence as I climbed onto the bonnet and squatted over her face. “Open your mouth,” I said. She shook her head. I glared at her. “Do it!” She blinked at me as her lips parted to reveal her teeth, her tongue sticking out. “Don’t move.”
I put one hand on her head, holding her in place as I put the other on my stomach, pushing at my bladder as I relaxed my body. A single drop of urine fell from me, falling through the air to land on her outstretched tongue. There was a second where nothing else happened and then I felt it gurgling inside me, forcing its way out. I sprayed piss out from my urethra like a waterfall. It hit everywhere, soaking my thighs, splashing into her hair, running over her face too but most of it fired straight into her waiting mouth. She swallowed quickly, greedily even as I squeezed the muscles inside me, the agony of desperation fading as hot piss flew from me as quickly as it could onto her eager face.
I angled my hips down a little, the remaining flow running down between her breasts before trickling all the way to her pussy and then onto the ground. As the torrent began to weaken, I lowered my body to her face, feeling her tongue slide straight up into me. I kept hold of her head, grinding my body against her, using her to my advantage, enjoying the sensation of her being in me like this. Leaning forwards, I thrust at her as her hand came up to play with my clit, rubbing my nub in gentle circles that moved faster as the minutes went by.
Her other hand was in the crack of my arse, sliding into my tiny hole as I screamed with pleasure. I felt an orgasm build up inside me as she stroked my clit ever faster. It hit me a minute later, all the muscles in my pussy tensing then contracting as my climax tore through my body. She knew just when to stop touching me, her finger sliding out of my arse as her tongue slowed inside me, licking at my juices until I’d stopped moving over her. My legs were shaking as I climbed down from the bonnet and stood looking at her body, naked apart from her shoes and socks. She looked incredible, my piss coating her, reflecting the sun as she stood up, as if she’d been covered in baby oil. She wiped my pussy juices from round her mouth and looked at me for a moment. I waited to see what she might do.
“Kneel,” she said, “right now or you’re coming to the station.”
I knelt down and she grabbed my shoulders, bringing my face towards her pussy. I got a second to look at her shaved lips coated in wetness before she began to pee. It shocked me so much my head jerked backwards but she held me in place. The warmth of it surprised me, burning hot as it stung my eyes. I opened my mouth, tasting it as it ran down the back of my throat. It seemed to go on forever. I blinked it from my eyes as she kept peeing for almost a minute. It burned the back of my throat as I gulped again and again. Finally she stopped and I went to stand up but she held me down, bringing me closer to her pussy. I could smell the piss on her. “Lick me,” she snarled.
I stuck out my tongue and lapped at her lips, running my mouth up to her clit and sucking it over my teeth, feeling its hardness. I pushed a finger up into her pussy and began to fuck her, my tongue on her clit as she gripped and tugged at my hair, her thighs clamping round my ears, juices running down my hand as I slid out of her before ramming two fingers deep into her.
“Fuck me,” she shouted, “fuck me, fuck me! Keep going. Don’t ever stop.”
I sucked harder at her clit as I felt her pussy tensing round my finger. Was she going to come that quickly?
“Oh fuck,” she screamed, her nails digging into my scalp as she thrust her hips into my face, her pussy contracting round my finger. Her whole body bucked and writhed as she came, banging into the car before slumping down to her knees in front of me. She panted heavily as she opened her eyes and looked at me, grabbing me and kissing me deeply, seemingly without needing breath. She held me tight and we rose to our feet, still kissing. At last she let me go, running her hands over her own body, feeling my warm piss still clinging to her.
I turned to walk back to my car, wanting to get dressed and go. “Where are you going?” she asked from right behind me. Before I knew it there was a pair of handcuffs clicking over my wrists.
“What are you doing?” I asked as she grabbed the cuffs and used them to drag me over to her car. She opened the back door and forced me in. I lost my balance and fell forwards onto the seat, the leather cold on my naked skin. I turned my head to see her grab something from the boot and then she was behind me. I wanted to roll over but couldn’t move, my hands crushed under me and her climbing on top of me and then I realised what she’d grabbed, a strap on dildo. It pressed between my bottom cheeks, forcing them apart. The cold lube it was coated in felt slick on my buttocks as it nudged into me, my arsehole stretching painfully to let it inside. She moved slowly once she was in, edging further into me until with a final thrust the fake cock was buried in me as far as it could go. She stayed still, her body on top of mine as my arse slowly widened to accommodate her.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” she whispered in my ear. “Do not come until I say so.”
Her other hand was doing something under me and then I felt a second dildo by my pussy, sliding straight up into me. I moaned into the seat as she began to grind her hips against me, the dildo in my pussy pressed into my g-spot as she fucked my arse.
My clit throbbed as it rubbed against the leather of the seat, I could feel an orgasm building in me. “Please let me come,” I whined. “Please. I can’t hold back.”
“Not yet,” she growled, thrusting harder. She was pressing into my buttocks with all her weight, the dildo in my arse seemed too small now, I wanted to feel filled completely. Her fingers began stroking under me, feeling for my arsehole, gently rubbing the sensitive nerve endings as she slid all the way out of me and stopped. I lifted my hips into the air, desperate for her to be in me again, both my holes feeling gaping and empty. “Please,” I moaned. “Please fuck me.” I twirled my hips, trying to tempt her.
“Now you can come,” she said as she slid into my arse and my pussy at the same time, fast and hard. As she filled me totally I felt a climax spread out from my clit in seconds, washing over my entire body as I clenched my fists under my chest, fighting the cuffs that held me in place, my whole body wriggling with uncontrollable pleasure.
She stopped thrusting when I came, waiting for me to lay still. I was gasping for air and the orgasm wasn’t even over when she began fucking me even harder. In seconds another climax hit me and I screamed for joy, biting my lip so hard it drew blood. All the air left me as I collapsed into the seat. She kissed and nuzzled my ear as I recovered slowly, the sweat coating my back making her slide over me, the dildos in me easing their way back out. My whole body ached as she helped me stand up, undoing the cuffs before passing me my clothes.
“Fuck,” she whispered. “That was intense.” She stared at my body as she took off the strap on, holding it in one hand, the other brushing the hair from my eyes as she stared at me.
“I know,” I replied, grinning as I slowly got dressed. I kissed her softly on the lips. “See you at home tonight?”
The End (of volume 1!)
Hope you liked it. I'm publishing my stories on Amazon for Kindle as a lesbian watersports series called The Peeagram books (I was going to call them pissagram to rhyme with kissagram but it was a bit sweary for Amazon's delicate ears!) There's five more stories in the series so far and I've been experimenting with pregnant desperation in some of them too. I'm not sure if anyone else is into pregnant watersports and omorashi or if it's just me. Thanks for reading and if you'd like to support me, have a look at my author page: Lucy Wild author page |
A/N: Another of my requests from the event I had. For this one, I was asked to do something with Giffany, so hopefully I captured her character well. She's not too yandere in this simply because it's early on in her relationship with the protagonist and he hasn't done anything to set her off yet.
“I had so much fun on our date!” said Giffany, grinning from behind the computer screen. “Today has been so great.”
The young man smiled fondly at the screen. He had been obsessively playing her game for days now, and in that time, he had come to care deeply for her. She really seemed to understand him better than anyone did or ever could, and he felt so happy and comfortable with her.
“Me too,” he said, sighing contentedly.
I was hoping that we could have even more fun together,” she said. “Is there anything special I could do for you?”
“I don't think so,” he replied simply. There was one thing that he really liked, but he had never thought of telling her. He didn't want to disgust her and risk losing the strong bond that they had formed.
“Are you sure?” she asked. “I just want to do something special for you! After all, you are my boyfriend!”
“It's nothing, really,” he said, shuffling uncomfortably in his desk chair.
Giffany smiled at him warmly, her eyes glittering. “Please tell me! Don't you know that can you trust me? I love you so, so much. Please!” She pouted a bit, and he knew that there was no way he could ever deny her anything.
“Alright, if you promise you won't think less of me for it.” He paused, trying to think of the best way to phrase it, though he couldn't think of anything that sounded completely tactful. “I'm really into desperation and wetting. I like...seeing girls not make it to a bathroom in time.” He held his breath, waiting for her reaction.
She giggled, but not in a mean way and he was at least relieved that she did not hate him for it. “Oh, is that all? That's nothing! You'd be surprised what kind of weird things the guys who pick up these games look for! Yours is pretty normal in comparison, and not that hard for me to do.”
“You mean you're okay with it?”“Of course! I could set up a game for us to play for it really easily, and I would do anything to make you happy!”
He couldn't believe his good luck. Not only was she not upset with him for his interests, she also was completely willing to participate in them with him. He became even more convinced than before that she was perfect for him, more perfect than any other girl could be. He waited patiently as she began to set up a game for them to play, excited to see what she would come up with.
Suddenly, a bar appeared at the bottom that was about half full. Her face became slightly uncomfortable and he realized that that must be her bladder indicator. He figured that he was supposed to get it completely full somehow. A text prompt popped up.
He was given a few options for things they could do together, and he read through them before deciding that the quickest way to fill her up would be to take her on a date and get sodas. He clicked that, and she smiled a bit, saying, “Okay, that sounds fun,” in a strained voice.
The scene shifted to a cutesy soda shop, where she sat across the table from him. Her meter had risen a little bit in the time, and he was given a list of sodas to buy her. He didn't really care which one, as long as she drank it, and picked at random. This caused her meter to raise a bit more rapidly, until she started declining the drinks. No matter which type he clicked, she would shake her head and say, “I'm...not really thirsty anymore.”
She was now clearly fidgeting in her seat, her eyes turned down at the table. Her hands were in her lap, and he could tell by the twitching of her shoulders that she pressed at her crotch every now and then. “I'll be right back,” she said.
Another set of options popped up and he selected, “But I was just about to say we should go somewhere else,” saying it aloud as he did so.
She blushed and said, “Alright...that's fine.” The scene faded, and the new scene placed her outside. She was rubbing her thighs together, her face red and one eye clenched shut from the effort of holding it. He hovered his cursor over her and saw that he had the option to click on her lower stomach. She cringed and the meter rose a little bit.
“D-don't!” she cried, her face turning red. After a pause, she asked him where they were going next and he selected the option, “I'd just like to stand here and talk to you for a little bit.” She nodded, but crossed her legs as she did so.
Her meter was incredibly close to being full at this point, and he noticed that she could not stop fidgeting. Just a little bit more, and she would wet herself, just as he wanted. He clicked her stomach again and she doubled over, her hands between her legs.
“Can we please go inside somewhere?” she asked, but he selected, “No, I'd like to stay out here a bit longer.” Her meter was just barely below its limit, and she looked to be trembling with the effort of holding it in. He almost felt sorry for putting her through this, but she had insisted that she was okay with it. Besides, she looked so cute, struggling so obviously like that and yet still not admitting her problem.
He clicked her stomach again and she squealed as her meter began to flash. She looked so unbelievably cute when she panicked, and he knew that this was about to be it for her. She whimpered, then said, “I-I'm sorry, but I can't-!”
Suddenly, he saw her skirt grow dark in the front and streams of piss run down her legs. She brought her hands up, covering her bright red cheeks in surprise, and he could hear the splashing as it hit the pavement she stood on. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh of relief as she finished emptying, and he noticed that the meter was now empty as well.
“I-I'm sorry that I couldn't hold it,” she said, looking sheepish. He wished that he could reach through the screen and give her a comforting hug; instead, he selected the option, “It's okay, accidents happen. I thought it was kind of cute...”
“Did you?” Her eyes brightened, acting as if she didn't already know of his fetish.
“Of course I did,” he said on his own, no longer needing dialogue options. “Anything you do is cute, but you know how much I love that. It was really great.”
“I'm so glad you liked it!” she said. “Because we're going to be together forever and ever, so I have to have something special to do for you and make sure that you never ever leave!”
He was so content that he didn't even stop to think how unsettling that statement was.
A/N: Sorry that the ending is kind of rushed, couldn't think of much but I didn't want to keep dragging this out for days and days. Also, sorry if the in-game idea didn't work, I took a gamble with it. |
I have that one for you. Hopefully I don't get down voted for fulfilling a request.
You are a guard, standing just behind the Princess and Guardian of the Night within the shadows of the high tower opening up to the small marble balcony.
Her demeanor is calm, untroubled as she looks with one eye shut through her telescope, studying the stars and the planets.
Occasionally, her horn would glow that soft, pale blue as she tilted her telescope downward to scour the open, moonlit streets of Canterlot.
Just as quickly as it glanced downward, it would smoothly look back up to the star-studded night sky that she had crafted so beautifully.
A cloak was arranged around her shoulders, the hood resting against the lower portion of her long, slender neck and between her shoulder blades, protecting her elegant body from the steady, cool breezes sweeping through.
Her tongue seemed held under a vice grip, not even a single melancholy sigh had passed her lips the entire night that you had stood there behind her.
You staid just as silent and still, just as you sensed was the way to be around this under-rated sibling of the Equestrian goddess.
Her black cloak covered any... detailed sights of her hindquarters, and you were not quite resentful of such.
Being a royal guard, there would be too many difficulties lusting after any of the alicorns.
Rather it be Celestia and Luna's immortal stone hearts, Cadance's husband, or Twilight Sparkle's insecurity of being a blooming royal, not to mention her over-protective older brother.
However, the first sound out of her maw that you had heard all night was that of an uncomfortable whimper.
Assuming that the whimper wasn't good, you immediately began to further shatter the silence, an edge of concern and the slightest tinge of panic on your voice.
"What is it, Princess? Is everything all right?"
"W-we are just fine... What is there to be worried about?"
She was grunting, and she seemed tense, as if straining to hold something.
Taking a deep breath, you brushed aside her cloak, just hardly stifling a blush.
A puddle of around three drops was beginning to form just below her, a yellowish liquid.
She was clearly startled once you removed her cloak, and she tried desperately to jerk it back into position.
"Princess, imagine the laughingstock you will become when one of the other royals finds out! Cadance has quite the tendency to gossip, you should know..."
You attempt to reason with her, and she sighs deeply, a visible tinge of reddish pink showing through her dark blue coated cheeks.
She gives in reluctantly, with a strained voice so you could hardly make out what she was saying -- though you could just hear the word 'fine.'
Keeping aside the curtain of the cloak, you take a deep breath of the musk as you lean in slowly closer, sticking out your tongue to catch the drops slowly falling from the princess' sex.
From the small drops, you couldn't craft a taste for her urine, however you were sure with the risky thing you were to do, you wouldn't be able to banish the taste for weeks.
Minding that your horn didn't jab her stomach, privates or anus, you worked your head up, within tongue's reach of the leaky faucet.
She smelled vaguely of a cool summer evening, fresh and rejuvenating, hard to explain; though you couldn't linger long, for she was about to let loose all over the polished marble.
Not to mention losing respect from the sisterhood, possibly banishment. Rather it be from the guard, or worse.
You cast your ideas aside, stretching your tongue up, sliding the flat surface across her labia. Noticing her wink, she let out a small, adorable gasp.
Quickly going to work, you noticed she's loosened up, beginning to let out a slow, steady trickle into your slightly gaping jaws.
Swiftly, you lap up anything that would have dripped off of or stained your muzzle before teasing at her clitoris with your very tip, getting her to release just a little bit more.
You wish that your nose wasn't buried in the entrance to her sex so you could urge her to just let it flow.
However, you let her do it herself, letting your tongue be bathed in her piss.
It tasted slightly of the moonshine that you had sitting at the back of your packed shelf in your room, which you had gotten sips of from time to time when you were annoyed with... well, life in general.
It made you feel almost blissful, but mentally you vigorously shook your head, finally milking her of the last of her, though reluctantly released, urine.
Once finished, and cleaning her up with your tongue, you pulled away from her and straightened up, awkwardly wiping your muzzle with your hypothetical sleeve.
She spoke nothing of it, just giving a nod, a weak smile, and what seemed to be a wink.
You cleared your throat softly, and returned to your post, allowing your pure white coat to be wreathed and engulfed in shadow from the light-lacking tower.Funfact. These stories are just greentext quickwrites from a thread on /anon/ over a year ago. |
It has been so long since I wrote anything. It's hard to write when depression eats all your strength and makes it hard to come up with idea of story. Situation is not helped by the fact that you are one step away from suicide. But enough of that, I finally found a energy spike and this is what I managed to write. In case of grammar mistakes, I hope you understand what I am trying to mean...Time to put on the costume and cape.
I am vengeance! I am the night! I am...BATGIRL?!
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Barbara Gordon poured hot water in a cup and put tea bag in it. She walked to living room, sat down to couch and took short sip from cup. She enjoyed the taste of tea for a few seconds before she put cup to table next to little red book. Barbara picked up book and opened it, it was her diary. Barbara took pen from the table, it has been few days since she wrote anything. Barbara paged through diary and found empty page, she was about to start writing but then she stopped. What was the last thing she had wrote? She turned one page backward and read, then it all came back to her mind. Events that she wanted to forget...
Chapter 1
It was quiet night and Batgirl had parked Batmobile to the alley. She was sitting in it drinking some coffee, Alfred always made sure there was fresh coffee in glove box. Batgirl had just finished her cup when there was static noise from radio that had adjusted to police channel."Ongoing robbery in Robinson Park, all nearby units to scene as soon as possible"Batgirl turned on Batmobile and drove off the alley, she was two blocks away from the Park. When she arrived to Park there was no police cars, she was first on the scene. Batgirl parked Batmobile behind bushes and walked to Park while staying in shadows. It didn't take long to find suspect and the victim. Suspect was wearing black jeans and black hoodie, he had hood on so Batgirl didn't see his face. Victim was short female, about 20 years old. She had short red hair, black t-shirt and black skinthight shorts. Criminal was keeping girl in chokehold from behind and waved knife in front of her eyes."Give me your money bitch!""I don't have any money with me, please don't hurt me!"Batgirl sneaked around them and approached from behind. She grapped batarang from her belt and threw it towards criminal, it hit the hand holding the knife. Knife fell to shadows, criminal startled and let go off girl."Take cover!" Batgirl said to girl."Hey you ain't Bat" criminal noticed.Batgirl walked to light so criminal could see her properly. Black suit, red hair, short cape blue from outside and yellow from inside. Yellow gloves, belt and boots."Well hello...""Forget it punk" Batgirl answered.With few quick steps she reached criminal and punched him to face before he even had time to react. Criminal staggered few steps backward and Batgirl continued her attack, she kicked him into chin and he dropped to ground unconscious. Batgirl pushed man with her leg just to make sure he was unconscious."All right you're safe now"Girl had been hiding behind big rock."Oh thank you, thank you" girl walked to Batgirl and hugged her."Are you injured?" Batgirl asked."No I'm not, I...I am alright"Batgirl now noticed dark patch on girl's crotch, it was barely noticeable but it was big. Girl's sneakers were also little wet and her legs were wet. Apparently girl had peed herself in fear. Batgirl decided it was better to ignore it and crouched next to criminal, she removed hood. Batgirl had never seen him before but he looked like a petty criminal."You know this guy?" Batgirl asked."No, I have never seen him before" girl answered.Batgirl stood up and something caught her attention, Bat-Signal on the sky. At the same time she heard police sirens and soon after that she saw police cars stopping at the Park edge."Police are here, you'll be safe. I have to go""Wait! thanks!"As she ran towards Batmobile, police had reached girl."Who beat the bad guy?" it was Bullock."Batgirl" girl answered."It's always the freakin Bats" Bullock mumbled.Batgirl jumped in Batmobile and drove off from Park, she floored accelerator pedal. As she was driving something caught her attention, rapidly increasing pressure on her bladder. It had to be the coffee she had earlier, coffee didn't stay in her system very long. Her bladder was pretty big but coffee made her feel the pressure very soon and she wouldn't be able to hold it for long. She decided to answer to Bat-Signal first and then take a quick bathroom break.
It took her five minute to reach G.C.P.D Headquarters but the pressure on her bladder made time seem longer. She parked Batmobile to the alley behind G.C.P.D. She jumped out, squirmed a little and used grapple gun to get to the roof. Her father James Gordon was standing next to Bat-Signal, his back was turned towards her. He was wearing long brown coat so Batgirl didn't see much but she knew that he always dressed same. Light brown pants, white shirt and black tie."Commissioner"Gordon turned around, he looked tired."I was waiting for Batman" he said."He's not in the city at the moment" Batgirl answered."Take a look at this photograph. It was taken by security camera about hour ago in Gotham Museum"Gordon gave Batgirl a large photograph and she looked at it. It was taken in main hall of Museum, there was slim figure in the middle of the photo. Grey bodysuit, yellow belt, black boots and long black gloves. Mask's ears shaped as cat ears, there was no doubt who it was."Catwoman" Batgirl said."I thought so too but the crime method isn't hers""What do you mean?""Every glass around items were shattered, she had plenty of time to cut the glasses but she just smashed them""Maybe she changed method" Batgirl said."Maybe, anyway she took many valuable items. We set perimeter around Gotham City, she isn't leaving without getting caught""I see what I can do" Batgirl said and gave photo back to Gordon."Thanks"Batgirl walked to edge and jumped. She slowed fall with her cape and landed in Batmobile's driver seat. Pressure on her bladder was testing her limits and the rough landing made it even worse. Nevertheless she ignored it and pushed few buttons on dashboard."Batmobile to Batwing""Batwing here, go ahead Batgirl" Batman answered."It looks like Catwoman stole multiple valuable items from Gotham Museum. I might need help to track her down""We are still tracking down Riddler with Robin, it appears that he is in France""What about Nightwing?""He is in China, visiting his friend""Looks like I have to find her myself""Be careful, Selina is unpredictable"Suddenly red light started to blink on dashboard and address appeared on the monitor."Maybe I find her sooner than I thought, burglar alarm in Old Gotham's jewelry store just activated" Batgirl said."Be careful" Batman said again."Roger that, Batgirl out" she terminated connection.Batgirl turned on the Batmobile but then she hesitated. If she take a quick bathroom break, then maybe she would still be able to catch Catwoman. It was big maybe and she knew Bruce wouldn't be happy about it if she let burglar to get away just because she couldn't hold it. Maybe she would be able to hold it for a little longer. It was also big maybe but she made her decision, she drove off from alley.
No matter how fast she drove the time seemed to last forever before she reached her destination. For the last few minutes she bounced up and down while holding her left hand between her legs. Batgirl drove to front of the jewelry store and jumped out. She crossed her legs and bent her knees, put her hands between legs and squirmed. Her bladder muscles was at their limits, all she could think about was bathroom. Maybe if she would relax her muscles for at least a second. Her muscles were too tensed, she needed to relax. And she relaxed. Tense on her bladder muscles disappeared and her condition eased. But when she felt a few drops leaking into her costume she tensed her muscles. She had only relaxed for a second and almost ended up wetting herself. Now that she had leaked a little it was even harder to hold it."This wasn't good idea" she said to herself.Batgirl squirmed, bounced up and pressed her hands between her legs. Eventually she managed to control her urge and was able to walk. She walked to store, there was big hole cut to glass. Batgirl jumped through hole and looked around. Store was pretty big compared to other stores in the neighborhood. In front of every wall was counters and at the back was cash register. At every counter was same circle shaped hole cut to glass and every jewelry was taken. Someone was moving behind cash register, it was Catwoman. She had bag attached to her belt, full of jewelry."One robbery in the night wasn't enough?" Batgirl asked."When did you came here? what are you talking about?" Catwoman answered."You broke in to the Gotham Museum over hour ago and now this""I haven't been near Gotham Museum tonight!""You were caught by security camera" Batgirl walked to middle of the store."Then someone framed me, person in security camera is impostor""One way or another you're coming with me to the police station"They stared each others for few second and then Catwoman turned around and went through backdoor. Batgirl jumped over counter and followed her.
Alley seemed empty at first glance but then Batgirl noticed Catwoman climbing on the wall. Batgirl grabbed grapple gun from her belt and used it to get to the roof of the building Catwoman was climbing. As Catwoman reached to roof Batgirl landed in front of her."Don't make this too hard on yourself Selina""Step aside little girl""Give up Catwoman!""I will hurt you if I have to" Catwoman said and revealed claws from her gloves.Batgirl dodged Catwoman's claws and punched, she missed as Catwoman leaped further away. Batgirl chased Catwoman and they shared kicks and punches but never landed a single blow since they dodged them. Catwoman tried to scratch her again but Batgirl stopped it by hitting Catwoman to chest with palm. Because of this Batgirl's defence was open for a brief second and it was enough for Catwoman, she managed to land a kick on Batgirl's bladder. It felt like her bladder muscles teared, Batgirl couldn't control her bladder anymore and floodgate was open. It started with short gushes and then it turned into waterfall. Hot urine soaked her panties and costume pants in less than half a second. It poured down her legs to boots, gushed out from her pants from her crotch, from her knees, almost from every part of her legs. Pee formed a puddle underneath her boots. Batgirl could only stood there mortified, she felt relieved but at the same time she felt humiliated. After a while that felt like eternity, peeing stopped. Batgirl's legs trembled and she fell down to sit on her own puddle of urine. Few gushes spurted out but then it stopped, it had to stop. In middle of humiliation and disbelieve Batgirl was able to thought one thing, her bladder had been fuller than she thought. Catwoman had been standing silently in front of Batgirl, her mouth was open due of disbelief. She just stood there silently, trying to understand what she had just witnessed."I'll be damned, that was unexpected" Catwoman said after long silent moment.Batgirl opened her mouth, she tried to say something but didn't manage to make any sound. Her spirit was broken, she didn't care if Catwoman get away, she could only sit there mortified. Catwoman finally stopped staring at Batgirl and walked to ladder."See you later kid" Catwoman said and descended from roof.Batgirl just stared at the distance without really seeing anything, there was battle going on in her head. She wanted to cry but she knew it wasn't appropriate for Batgirl, she wanted to yell her humiliation away but she knew it wouldn't go away. She wanted to hide but there was no place to hide. After a long time Batgirl snapped back to reality. She stood up, her legs still trembling and her crotch still burning. Batgirl took deep breath and examined damage. Luckily it was hard to see from black but at close range it was easy to see everything. There was few little dry spots but otherwise her pants were soaked and she felt the wetness clearly, no matter how hard she tried to belive that she imagined it all. Batgirl returned to Batmobile, every step she took made her want to cry even more. Batmobile's roof slid open and she jumped to driver seat, she closed roof and was about to start the engine when she saw brown package on other seat. There was a note on it and Batgirl read it.I thought you might need these.CatwomanBatgirl didn't know what she meant by that, Batgirl ripped package open. Another package rolled over from inside and Batgirl turned it around. Her heart skipped a beat, it was package of pull-up style diapers. Did Catwoman think this as a joke? joke or not, it wasn't funny. Batgirl turned on the engine and drove off, she have to make a stop on her apartment before going back to Batcave.
Batgirl parked Batmobile to the alley few building away from her apartment. Hesitantly she took a diaper package to her apartment. Fortunetly she had spare costume in her closet behind fake wall. Batgirl threw diaper package to closet and walked to bathroom. She undressed her pants and put them into washing machine, her purple lace panties were totally soaked. She took them off and put them into washing machine as well. Batgirl walked to bathtub and used shower to clean her lower part. She cleaned herself pretty long before she stepped out from bathtub and dried herself with towel. Before she would put pants on, she sat down to toilet. She sat there multiple minutes making sure her bladder was completely empty. As she dressed up, Batgirl put black lace panties under her pants. Maybe she should stay this night at Wayne Manor, she didn't want to talk about what had happened today but she didn't want to be alone. Before jumping out from the window, something in her mind made her look at the closet where diaper package was. She shook her head and jumped to the night.
TO BE CONTINUED
Well here was Chapter 1. I am open for ideas while I'm writing, so if you have ideas what you want to see in story, let me know. I hope you liked first Chapter, I wrote it while I was sleepy :D
As always, let me know how my writing was. Too long, too short, too boring and so on...We need superheroes like you.
End of my babbling, for a while... |
Sorry it took so long to write this part, lack of inspiration :S I hope this is decent. I certainly try to improve next time.
Chapter 2
When she arrived to the scene it was already too late. Everything in the store was stolen, there was nothing left. It was fifth jewelry store robbery in two days. Batgirl walked behind counters, there was pieces of broken glass on the floor. There wasn't really anything that she could use as a clue. Batgirl walked around the store and looked around, she spotted security camera on the ceiling at the back of the store. Her only chance to identify who committed robbery was to watch security tapes. She walked to the backroom, there was hardly any room to move. Most of the space was taken by cardboard boxes and security system. Batgirl was about to start watching tapes when she heard police sirens, shortly four police officers ran inside. One of them was Gordon and other was Bullock. Bullock was wearing his daily outfit, white shirt, red tie, blue coat and fedora."Batman?" Gordon asked."No, it's me" Batgirl answered and walked to store side."Hey shrimp, you're parking illegally" Bullock said."Drop it Bullock! why don't you go buy donuts or something" Gordon snarled.Bullock put toothpick between his teeths and walked out mumbling something about arrogant vigilantes and oversized bats."Any idea who did this?" Gordon asked."No, I was just about to start watching security tapes"Gordon followed Batgirl to the backroom, Batgirl turned on the monitor and rewound the tape."There" Gordon said pointing at the monitor.There was no doubt, it was Catwoman who was robbing the store."Why she need gavel?" Gordon asked."When I encountered her two days ago, she said that she wasn't responsible for Gotham Museum robbery. She alleged that there is impostor""You mean there is two Catwoman!?" Gordon said."Maybe, or maybe she try to fool us""Why haven't you caught her yet?" Bullock had returned, he was eating donuts."I haven't found her yet" Batgirl answered."I hate to say this, Where is the Bat? he could find her in no time" Bullock said."Goddammit Bullock! Batgirl is capable of finding her" Gordon snarled.Batgirl decided it was best to leave. Her father and Bullock started to argue. She left the store without anyone noticing."She should let the police handle this...hey! where did she go?""Goddammit Bullock!"Batgirl jumped into Batmobile, she started the engine and drove off.
Batgirl pushed few buttons on dashboard."Alfred, are you there?""Yes Miss Gordon, how can I help?" Alfred answered."Is there any jewelry stores that haven't been robbed yet?""Just a moment"Batgirl turned right at the next intersection, at the same time red light blinked on dashboard and address appeared to the monitor."There is two jewelry store that haven't been robbed yet" Alfred said."Could you keep an eye on them, alarm just activated in gambling den at Old Gotham""Certainly""Batgirl out" she terminated the connection.
Gambling den at the Old Gotham was pretty small and there probably didn't have much money but still some were interested at it. There was three cars parked outside. Batgirl didn't want to alarm anyone inside, so she parked Batmobile little further and approached on foot. When she reached the front door, there was loud noises from inside. She peeked inside, she counted six thugs trashing place and stealing money."Hurry it up boys, cops could be here any minute"Seventh person appeared from the shadows. Dressed in two colored suit, black on the left side and white on the right. Left side of his face was horribly disfigured, it always gave her creeps when she looked at him. Two-Face walked to middle of the room while flipping his coin."Relax, they are probably too busy trying to solve those jewelry robberies" one of the thugs said."Maybe but there is always the freaking Bat. Put the money in the car" Two-Face cursed."What do you want to do with this place?"Two-Face flipped his coin."Burn it down" he answered.Four thugs started pouring gasoline all over the place while rest of them put money in the bags. Batgirl stayed outside, it would be suicide to take them head-on. Her best chance was to take those two when they walked outside to bring the money to the car and then the rest of them. When the two of them walked out, Batgirl stunned them before they even realised what hit them."What was that noise! you two check it" Two-Face said.Two thugs dropped gasoline canisters and pulled their pistols from inside pocket. As soon as they walked outside, she punched them from shadows and they dropped unconscious. Batgirl walked inside."Batgirl!" Two-Face snarled.Two remaining thugs startled and reached for their pistols but Batgirl threw two batarangs at them and pistols flew into shadows. She jumped towards them and landed kick to thug's chest. She bounced off by kicking thug again, she somersaulted in the air, landed behind other thug and kicked him into the back. She had always wanted to do that. Both thugs stood up and charged towards her. Both of them were little clumsy so it was easy for her to dodge their attacks. She kicked another into stomach and hit another in the face. This time they stayed down. Batgirl suddenly noticed the heat and she looked around, while she had been fighting, Two-Face had started the fire. Flames were spreading fast. Two-Face stood in middle of the room and he was aiming Tommy Gun at her."Die!" Two-Face yelled and fired.Batgirl ran and throw oneself behind counter. Bullets came through wooden counter, it was only a matter of time before she gets hit. Batgirl had this one little problem. Everytime when she is under fire, she gets sudden urge to go to the bathroom. At the moment her bladder was filling up rapidly and the pressure was growing. Suddenly shooting stopped."Piece of junk" Two-Face cursed.Batgirl peeked, Two-Face was hitting gun and trying to load it. It must have jammed, now was her chance. Batgirl threw batarang and gun flew from his hands. Batgirl jumped over the counter, ready to take down Two-Face. She walked towards him, at the same time large part of the ceiling collapsed. Batgirl was hit by the falling construction material, her legs were stucked under them. Situation was not helped by the fact that when she fell, little pee gushed in her pants. Material was burning, she'll burn to death in few minutes. Debris was too big to move, she grabbed grapple gun from her belt. Her intention was to use it to get away but someone kicked it from her hand, Two-Face. He had his Tommy Gun and he was aiming at her."This time I make sure that you stay down" he pulled trigger, nothing happened."You lousy piece of junk!" Two-Face tried to load the gun but it was jammed."Come on boss! let's get out of here, this place is coming down"Those thugs inside had regain consciousness and they were standing at the door, Two-Face ran to them."Let's go!""What about them?""Leave them!" Two-Face turned around to look at Batgirl."Burn to death!" and he left.Temperature was growing fast and whole room was filling up with black smoke. Batgirl coughed, it was hard to breath. Batgirl started to panic, her bladder was screaming for relieve. She should have taken a spare grapple gun with her, why was she so stupid? Then she heard it, the sound of approaching sirens."Hurry up" Batgirl whispered.Heat was getting unbearable and she was about to pee herself. She heard running steps."You two cuff those four, Bullock you with me" it was Gordon."Batgirl?!" Gordon yelled at the door."I'm here!" Batgirl yelled.Gordon hunched and walked to her, Bullock followed him."Are you okay?" Gordon asked."I can't move, my legs are under this debris""Bullock! help me lift this"Bullock and Gordon lifted the debris, they only managed to lift it little but it was enough for Batgirl to get her legs from under it."Let's get out of here!" Bullock yelled and coughed.Gordon helped Batgirl on her feets and supported her when they ran outside. As soon as they were outside, firefighters hosed water to the building.
"What happened?" Gordon asked."Two-Face" Batgirl answered.Batgirl moved uneasily, she had to pee really badly."Do you need medical attention?" Gordon asked."N..no, I..I'm fine" she felt embarrassed."I have to go" she continued.Without waiting answer, she ran off. She ran to the alley where she had parked the Batmobile. She walked behind Batmobile, she had to pee or she would have accident again. But before she managed to lower her pants, there was muffled beep from her belt. Someone was trying to contact her but she didn't have receiver with her. She cursed, jumped inside Batmobile and pushed button on the dashboard."Go ahead" Batgirl said."Catwoman just went inside jewelry store, two blocks from your position. I'll send the address" Alfred said."Thanks Alfred" Batgirl said.She terminated the connection, she was on the verge of wetting herself but this might be her only chance to arrest Catwoman. Address appeared on the monitor, Batgirl sighed, started the engine and drove off.
It took her barely a minute to reach her destination, at this jewelry store had old alarm system and it was ringing loudly. Batgirl parked Batmobile in front of the store but before she jumped out, she took a spare grapple gun from glove box. Window was shattered, Batgirl jumped in and looked around. Store was huge and looked like high-class, why didn't it have those silent alarms, noise was deafening. Batgirl walked towards the end of the store, she didn't saw anyone, was she too late? Then suddenly she got heavy blow on back of the skull. She fell on the floor, her sight spun wildly. Someone turned her around, it was Catwoman. She had gavel on her right hand. She looked at Batgirl for a brief moment, then she ran towards front door. Batgirl tried to stand up but she felt too dizzy."Stop!" Batgirl yelled.And Catwoman stopped, she took few steps backward and Batgirl had to shook her head. Another Catwoman had just walked in."Let's see who is this imposter" said Catwoman who had walked in.She jumped towards the other Catwoman and they started fighting. Batgirl shook her head again, that can't be right. Her sight started to clarify but she still saw two Catwoman, so it had to be true. Batgirl stood up, she was still little dizzy. She grabbed bola from her belt but she didn't know which one was the real Catwoman. Catwomans shared kicks and punches almost identically then other of them was knocked on her back, Batgirl threw bola to the legs of Catwoman who was on her back. Immediately other Catwoman ran outside."Great job kid, you let the imposter get away" Catwoman said."Oh damn, well she didn't get the loot" Batgirl said and walked to release Catwoman."This might be our only chance to identify that creep" Catwoman said."Let's go" she continued and ran outside.Batgirl followed her outside, blue van drove off in a hurry."Get in the car" Batgirl said and jumped in the Batmobile.Catwoman jumped in and Batgirl hit the accelerator.
Their speed was multiple times beyond speed limits. Luckily it was getting late and there wasn't many cars on the move. Batgirl still didn't want to drive at full speed in Old Gotham, the streets were narrow and homeless peoples could be at any intersection. Van bumped into fire hydrants, mail boxes and street lights but didn't slow down."She is loony" Catwoman said when van almost hit a man.Batgirl didn't answer, all this tension made her even more desperate. She was biting her lip and wiggling her legs. They turned sharply to the left and then her continence gave up. She let out muffled sound as she felt her bottom getting warmer. In few second her bottom and seat was soaking wet, hot urine smarted her crotch and buttocks. As the pressure in her bladder descend, her embarrassment ascend. She felt herself blushing. Catwoman hadn't noticed anything yet but it was only a matter of time before she notice something. In spite of all Batgirl felt the relieve, torture against her bladder was over. Soon she started to panic, because she was still peeing and there seemed to be no end to it. Urine flowed down her legs into boots and legroom. They had driven several blocks before she stopped peeing, she knew without looking that the damage was huge. Van turned right at the end of the road."Gotham's old warehouses?" Catwoman said little surprised."No one has used those facilities in years" Batgirl said.Van was parked in front of the oldest looking warehouse. Batgirl parked Batmobile next to Van."Come on, let's go" Catwoman said and jumped out from Batmobile.Batgirl didn't move."What are you waiti...oh" Catwoman noticed wetness in Batgirl's pants."Let's go" Batgirl said and jumped out.With every step she took, she felt how wet her pants were. There wasn't many dry spots. Catwoman followed her with strange look on her face, Batgirl didn't know was it sympathy or ridicule."We better go through skylight" Batgirl said."Yeah, you're probably right" Catwoman answered.Batgirl grabbed grapple gun from her belt, Catwoman wrapped her arms around Batgirl's waist. Batgirl used grapple gun to lift them to the roof.
TO BE CONTINUED |
Well that took longer than I thought. Maybe I shouldn't ponder million things at the same time and focus on one thing at the time. So many ideas, difficult to put them into words. Anyway, I hope you find this worth of waiting.
Chapter 3
Catwoman cut hole to window while Batgirl tied rope end to air vent. They descended into warehouse. Lights weren't on so they didn't see anything."Do you have flashlight?" Catwoman asked."No" Batgirl answered.Suddenly bright light turned on, it dazzled them and they raised hands to cover their eyes. Lunatic laugh echoed around them, it sounded like it came from every direction."I know that laugh" Catwoman said."Joker!"Lights turned on and they were able to look around. Bright light seemed to come from a huge spotlight. Around them was tall empty shelves and wooden crates."Well look what wind blew in, a cat and the brat" Joker came forth.Garish green hair, white skin and lips stretched into permanently stained red grin, Joker was wearing purple suit. He turned off the spotlight and jumped on top of the crate. Six thugs suddenly surrounded them blocking their escape."Wait a minute something is missing...Where is the Bat?" Joker said."If you are here, that means the imposter Catwoman is Harley" Batgirl said."Well done, you figured it out without Batman. Harley come here" Joker laughed."Yes Mr. J."
Harley came forth by doing cartwheels and she stopped next to Joker. She was still wearing Catwoman outfit but she had taken the mask off. Her face was bleached white, black mask around her eyes and jester headpiece on her head."A brilliant plan if I may say so. We take the goods and Catwoman takes the blame" Joker said."Except someone forgot to use correct robbery method!" he yelled to Harley."Gee boss, I thought you would be happy if I do them quickly" Harley said."What is the point of doing plans if you don't follow them!?"Harley raised her shoulders. Joker shook his head."Anyway, boys we have cat and the bat to sk..." Joker suddenly looked confused."Is it possible to skin a bat?" he asked from Harley"I don't know Mr. J." Harley answered."Well, we just have to find out" Joker laughed.Thugs started approaching, Catwoman revealed her claws and Batgirl took fighting stance. Every thug had Joker mask on their face and same clown costume, they were all big and muscular but Batgirl knew that they had more muscle than brain. Batgirl jumped towards one of them and kicked him in the face, as she had guessed the other two stood confused. She kicked other thug to the leg and he fell down, third one tried to catch her but she punched him to the abdomen and he dropped. Batgirl looked around, Catwoman had also beaten thugs."Why they always get confused when someone else does the first move?" Joker asked himself."Harley where do you find these goons?""Give up Joker" Batgirl said."Give up? the party has just begun" Joker laughed.Batgirl looked behind, thugs were conscious and approaching them."They don't know when to give up" Catwoman said.Batgirl grabbed bolas from her belt and threw toward thugs, two was caught by bolas and they hit their heads together and fell down."Honestly, do I have to do everything myself?" Joker asked.Catwoman jumped and kicked thug to the head, while still in the air she kicked other thug with the same leg. Thugs just shook their heads and approached her again. Batgirl wasn't any luckier. She jumped and bounced higher from thug's shoulders, other thug grabbed her from leg and hit her to the crate. Crate shattered and Batgirl was buried by pieces of wood."Well that hurt" Batgirl thought.She stood up, thug was ready to punch her. Batgirl hunched, punched thug to abdomen and kicked him into face. This time he stayed down. Catwoman had beaten two thugs and she rushed next to Batgirl. Remaining thug approached them arms spread. Batgirl and Catwoman took a step forward and punched him to the face, they leaped backward. Thug stood, Batgirl and Catwoman glanced one another."Ow" he said and fell on his back."Whoops, time to go" Joker said.Batgirl and Catwoman turned around. Joker and Harley was running towards backdoor. Batgirl grabbed grapple gun from her belt and used it to swing herself over the Joker and Harley, she landed before them. Immediately Batgirl kicked Joker in the face. Joker fell on his back and rolled on the floor keeping hands on his face."Not in the face" Joker whimpered.Harley had picked up a baseball bat from somewhere and she was running towards Batgirl, she raised the baseball bat when suddenly whip swirled around her hand and she was pulled backward.You're mine, you little jerk" Catwoman said."Oh gee" Harley groaned.Joker stood up, he had insane grin on his face and pocket-knife in his hand."Let's put a smile on that face"Batgirl shivered, Joker's twisted mind had always frightened her. Anyhow she couldn't let the fear take over, she took batarang from her belt and threw it. It hit Joker to the hand and pocket-knife fell to the floor and slid to the shadows. Joker snarled in rage and punched, he missed and Batgirl hit him. It didn't seem to have any effect, Joker just laughed and his smile widened. Joker tried to punch again, Batgirl dodged and kicked Joker to the abdomen with her knee. He fell on his knees still laughing."Give up Joker!" Batgirl said."Why don't you smell a flower" Joker said.He put his right hand inside breast pocket and green liquid flew from the flower which was on left side of his chest. Batgirl crouched, she knew that the liquid was some sort of acid. She barely managed to dodge the acid and Joker used this distraction, he stood up and lunged towards Batgirl and brought her down on her back. Batgirl was unable to do anything, Joker was sitting on her. His knees were on top of her arms."Come on, just a quick sniff"Fear rushed through her body and short spurt of pee gushed in her pants. Joker started laughing again and then suddenly something hit him on the back of the skull. He stood up and staggered all over the place."Jingle bells, Batman smells..." and while still laughing, he fell on his back.Batgirl stood up, shaking from fear. She walked to Joker, he was unconscious and he still had wide smile on his face. Batgirl looked around, Harley was laying on the floor few steps away and she too was unconscious. On the floor near Batgirl was broken baseball bat, apparently Catwoman had saved her."Catwoman?"There was no answer."Great, she's gone" Batgirl muttered.There was distant sound of police sirens, someone had called the police. Batgirl grabbed grapple gun and used it to get to the roof. She didn't want to be there when the police arrives, especially since her pants were wet from urine. She jumped down from the roof and landed to the driver's seat, she had already forgotten that she had accident in the car and the seat was still wet."Oh how I clean this mess?"But there was no time to think. She started the engine, reversed and drove off.
She had hoped that the Batcave would be empty but when she parked the Batmobile, Alfred was walking towards her. White hair on sides and back of his head, bald spot in the middle of his head and black mustache. He was wearing his usual black suit with black bowtie. Even though it was already small hours, he didn't seem tired at all."Alfred I thought you would be sleeping by now" she jumped out from Batmobile."I monitored your arrival to the jewelry store and saw another Catwoman entering the store right after you""Yeah it was Selina""I presume it was Miss Kyle who was with you in the Batmobile when you left the store""Yes, it appeared that the imposter Catwoman was Harley""I hacked security cameras all over the Gotham and finally found you going to the Gotham's old warehouses, so I called the police""Good job Alfred""Pardon me Miss Gordon, is there something wrong?"Batgirl had moved uneasily through whole conversation."I uh...I spilled coffee on the seat" she answered."Not to worry, I clean it up" Alfred said."No no no, I clean it myself"But Alfred was already fetching cleaning supplies. Batgirl walked quickly to storage where they kept equipments, their costumes and that sort of things. There was also a shower. She undress, took a quick shower and put her normal clothes on. Black tanktop and grey miniskirt. She took her wet costume and red panties with her, Alfred was cleaning the Batmobile so she was able to sneak to the stairs that led to Wayne Manor without him noticing.
On the next day Barbara decided to do some shopping. Luckily she kept spare clothes in Wayne Manor so she didn't have to be without panties. It was past midday and she had been shopping all morning."Where to next, Miss Gordon?" Alfred asked from driver seat."Hmm let's go to the Gotham Shopping Center"Back seat was already full of shopping bags and so was trunk."Right away Miss Gordon"Traffic was moving slowly."Alfred do you have today's newspaper with you?""Yes I have it right here" he handed over the newspaper."Thanks"There wasn't any interesting news on the paper, by the time she finished reading it they stopped outside Gotham Shopping Center."I won't be too long Alfred" Barbara said while getting out from the car."No need to hurry Miss Gordon"Barbara laughed while shutting the door, she kept wondering how Alfred could be so calm even though this had to be thirteenth store today. Alfred drove off for searching a better parking place. Barbara walked inside the Shopping Center and looked around, she didn't know where to go first. After thinking she decided to go to the clothing store. There was nice looking little store on her left so she went there. She had browsed about ten minute, when she started to feel a slight pressure on her bladder. Ever since her first accident during her fight with Catwoman, she hasn't been so sure about her continence. Barbara looked around, there was bathroom at the back of the store. She managed to take few steps towards bathroom when she heard gunshots and screaming. Barbara hid herself behind clothing stand. She carefully peeked what was going on. Six man had entered Shopping Center, they were all wearing black hoodies, black pants and submachine gun. Everyone of them entered one shop and ordered cashier to put the money in the bag. What a perfect timing, Barbara didn't have her costume in the car. Customers were laying on the floor on their stomach. As soon as the cashier managed to get the money in the bag, thug grabbed it and before leaving he turned around and fired short bursts around the store. Few bursts missed Barbara by couple inches. She managed not to scream but she lost her bladder control. Unpleasantly familiar feeling spread in her panties when urine gushed out. Panties became warm and wet, hot urine poured down her legs and strong stream gushed from the middle. Luckily she was on her knees behind the clothing stand so no one saw anything. Urine hit carpet loudly and created huge dark patch beneath her. It just kept coming, there was no end to it. Finally after a moment what felt like eternity, it stopped. Barbara didn't move, she felt the mix of relief and humiliation. She didn't know what to do, be relieved or burst into tears."Hands up!" someone shouted.Barbara peeked, police had entered the building. Thug dropped the submachine gun and raised his hands, he kneeled and police cuffed him. His partners were also cuffed and police escorted them out. Remaining police officers helped customers and Barbara's heart jumped in her throat when a man walked into building, it was her father. Barbara examined her skirt, there didn't seem to be any wet spots but she could clearly see pee on her legs. She took a shirt from nearby basket and wiped her legs with it. She stood up, made sure no one saw her coming from there and walked towards her father."Dad!""Barbara! are you okay?" Gordon asked."Yes""What are you doing here?""I was shopping""Thank god you are okay"Barbara gave her father a hug and then looked him more carefully. He looked overwrought."What's wrong?" Barbara asked."Nothing you should be concerned, someone robbed lots of chemicals this morning around 4 a.m. and I heard about it ten minutes ago""Oh ok, well take care"Gordon muttered something but Barbara didn't really listened. She rushed outside and went to search Alfred. She found him in the parking lot behind the building."Is everything alright? I heard gunshots""Yes Alfred, let's go back to Wayne Manor"Alfred opened door for Barbara and walked to driver's side of the car and sat on driver's seat. He started the engine and drove off."Someone robbed lots of chemicals this morning, anyone come to your mind?""Are we talking about Jonathan Crane AKA the Scarecrow?""Yes but I thought he was supposed to be in Arkham""Perhaps there has been mass breakout. I recall that the Joker, Two-Face and Harley were also supposed to be in Arkham""I suppose it ought to be in the news, on the other hand dad heard about chemical robbery about ten minutes ago""Perhaps we should contact Master Wayne and ask what he thinks about all of this""I can handle this on my own but I contact him as soon as we reach the Batcave""And when I get dry panties" she thought.Barbara squirmed uneasily. She didn't felt comfortable with her wet panties but somewhere deep in her mind, she kinda started to like it.
"Well...What do you think?" Batgirl asked.It was nightfall and she sat in the Batmobile, driving through Old Gotham. She had been trying to contact Batwing whole day but not until now she got response."Maybe they just don't want to cause panic" Batman answered."But they should tell at least to my father, he hasn't warned me about lunatics and he always does that when there is breakout""It does sound weird, you better be on your guard. There might be something big going on""I can handle this""Let's not take any unnecessary risks, we won't be able to come back to Gotham just yet. We almost caught Riddler today but he got away. What about Nightwing?""Next flight to Gotham is day after tomorrow" Alfred answered. He had been listening their conversation."Looks like you are on your own, be careful. Batman out""Young lady may I suggest that you come back and wait for Nightwing""Can't do it Alfred" Batgirl answered.Red light blinked on the dashboard and address appeared on the monitor."There is something going on at Dixon Dock" she continued."Please be careful" Alfred said."I will, Batgirl out"She terminated the connection and accelerated.
There seemed to be nothing at the first look but then Batgirl noticed black van in front of the warehouse. She parked next to it and opened Batmobile's roof. She grabbed grapple gun from her belt and used it to get to the roof. She walked to skylight and looked inside, it was too dark to see anything. Batgirl opened the skylight and drop herself to the platform which was right under the skylight. Before her eyes adjusted to darkness, she got hit to the back of the skull. She fell on her knees before lost conscious.
She regained conscious little by little, someone was talking near her but her brains refused to understand anything. She couldn't see anything and it was hard to breath, she assumed that there was bag on her head."Look what we caught boss, however it ain't Bat" man voice said."It doesn't matter, important thing is that our trap worked" other voice answered.Batgirl knew that sound, it was Scarecrow. She started to struggle, her hands were tied behind her back and she was sitting on the chair."Ah she is awake. This is the perfect time to test my new fear gas on her" Scarecrow said.There was a moment of silence and then few footsteps, there was odd sound and Batgirl breathe gas. Gas irritate her lungs and she started to cough. Then it started, her heart rate escalated, she started to sweat and it was even harder to breath. Fear rushed through her body starting from the heart. Her brains started to act confusingly. Her fear continued to rise until it was unbearable, she started to scream. Then she lost her bladder control. Burning hot urine gushed in her pants soaking them immediately, it was like a waterfall. She didn't even try to regain control of her bladder, it was too much. Urine poured down her legs into her boots and to the floor, she could hear it splashing. It felt like she was sitting on extremely hot water, urine poured down to floor from every side of the chair. She felt it as clear as her heart beats. While still peeing, she felt odd feeling around her abdomen. Her brains handled information slowly and by the time she understood the feeling, she had finished peeing. She understood what had happened but couldn't believe it, she had totally lost control of her bowel. She felt feces miserable clearly in her pants."Well I think this proves more than perfectly that the fear gas works, even better than I anticipated" Scarecrow said.Laughter could be heard around her, there was at least three other persons. Bag was removed and Batgirl was able to look around. Everything looked blurred at first, her eyes adjusted slowly. And there he was standing right in front of her, The Scarecrow. Long sleeved red shirt, brown pants, hat and mask. Batgirl saw him normal first and then all the sudden he looked like a something from worst nightmare, a hideous being. Batgirl screamed again, her vision changed back to normal and then again hideous. It was like there was filter in her eyes that turned on and off randomly. She wanted to pee herself again, to mitigate the fear but her bladder was empty. Fear brought tears to her eyes and she screamed, screamed louder than ever before in her life.
TO BE CONTINUED
As usual I am open for ideas, if you want something special let me know. I try to write next part faster, I don't give a specific time because then it would be race against time. Be patient. I aim for perfection, so I edit my writings many times. Hopefully my spelling has improved, I'm starting to get a hang of this again. And if someone is having hard time to figure what characters looks like, I base them as they looks in: Batman The Animated Series. Well Batgirl's look is from: Batman (The New Batman Adventures) I think this was everything what I had in mind. |
I had to edit the chapter quite many times because I wasn't satisfied with it. I hope that the result was worth of waiting.
Chapter 4
"Will someone shut her up, I can't take this anymore!?" thug yelled."We got what we wanted, let's get out of here" Scarecrow answered."What about her?" thug asked.Batgirl had stopped screaming but she was still hallucinating."No one will find her from here, by the time someone finds her it will be too late. Her mind can't handle that much fear" Scarecrow said.Thugs laughed as they walked away from her, Scarecrow was still standing in front of her."I wish I could see Batman's face when he finds you, or what is left of you" and he walked away laughing.It can't end like this. She can't let Scarecrow win, but she was too scared to do anything."Dad I'm sorry" she thought.Then she realized something, her downfall would be too much for her dad and if he finds out that she was working with Batman...dad would never forgive Batman. It would be the end of everything, all the work would be for nothing. Her father would hunt down Batman even if it takes years."I will not...I can't let that happen" Batgirl thought.Her heart rate started to slow down, it was easier to breath, she was able to think."I can't..." she whispered.Fear turned into anger, she squeezed hands into fists."I can't let you win!" Batgirl yelled and kicked floor, she fell on back and chair shattered."What?" Scarecrow turned around.Batgirl stood up, she grabbed three batarang from her belt with both hands and tossed them towards thugs. Thugs had drew guns from their inside pocket. Batarangs hit their hands and guns flew away."Impossible, you should be afraid!" Scarecrow said."When there's a will, there's a way" Batgirl said.Thugs ran towards her, she grabbed bolas from her belt and threw them towards thugs. Bolas tied them up and they fell on the floor."This can't be happening" Scarecrow walked backward.Batgirl dashed towards Scarecrow, grabbed him from chest and lifted him against wall."You're going back to Arkham" Batgirl said."I can't believe this""Admit it Scarecrow, your..." Batgirl suddenly felt strange.Her heart rate escalated, it was hard to breathe. Scarecrow looked normal, then he changed into hideous being. Batgirl let go of Scarecrow and backed away, she started to panic, she was afraid."Well this is unexpected" Scarecrow said.Batgirl stumbled and fell on her back, everything looked frightening. Scarecrow walked to thugs and freed them from bolas."What happened?" thug asked."Apparently my fear gas works after all""It appears that sometimes the victim is normal and then all the sudden the fear gas take over and victim is in terror" Scarecrow laughed."Let's get out of here before she recovers again""I can't wait to use this on Batman" Scarecrow said.They ran away. Batgirl backed away until her back hit the wall, her hallucinations were even worse than before."I can't let him get away" Batgirl thought.With her remaining strength, she grabbed grapple gun from her belt and used it to get to the platform. She walked towards skylight, stumbled few times along the way but finally reached it. As she lifted herself to the roof, she felt her heart rate slowing down, her hallucinations disappeared. Batgirl heard engine sound and she ran to the edge of the roof. Van reversed and drove off. Batgirl jumped off the roof, slowed fall with her cape and landed next to Batmobile. She was about to jump in the Batmobile when she felt dizziness, she started to hallucinate again and then she lost consciousness.
Batgirl opened her eyes, first thing she saw was bright light. She raised her hand to cover her eyes, after a moment her eyes adjusted. She looked around, she was in someone's apartment. Sofa where she was lying was in the middle of the apartment, there was another sofa near her and coffee table between them. Batgirl rose to sitting position, her legs were covered with blanket. Something wasn't quite right but she couldn't figure out what, apartment looked familiar. She stood up, blanket fell to the floor and then she realized what was wrong. She didn't have pants on or her utility belt, she was completely naked from waist down."You're awake" female voice said.Batgirl quickly grabbed blanket from the floor and covered her crotch."Relax, it's just you and me"Female appeared from the shadows. It was Selina Kyle. Blonde hair, green eyes and dressed in bathrobe."Selina?!""Don't look so surprised" Selina said."But why are you h...?""Don't get me wrong, I only helped you since you helped me with imposter. Consider us even. I couldn't figure out how to start Batmobile so it's still at the Dixon Dock""How did you know where I was?""I was uh...investigating something near Dixon Dock and then I heard you screaming""That Scarecrow's new gas must be quite a stuff, judging how loud you screamed and you know..." Selina continued."Where's my pants?" Batgirl asked."I washed them, they are in the dryer right now. I think we can both agree that they needed cleaning" Selina answered smirk on her face.Batgirl didn't answer, she was embarrassed."I gave you a way to prevent accidents like this""What" Batgirl was confused."In this kind of work you can't go to bathroom whenever you want, so you bring bathroom with you""What?" Batgirl asked again.Selina shook her head, undressed her bathrobe and dropped it to the floor. Batgirl couldn't believe her eyes. Selina was almost completely naked, she was only wearing pink panties. But when Batgirl looked closer, she noticed that those weren't panties. It was a pull-up diaper and it was obviously wet. Batgirl turned her head, looked in the other direction and felt herself blushing."What's the matter, never seen naked woman before?" Selina walked towards her, she wasn't even trying to cover herself.Selina stopped right in front of Batgirl. Batgirl looked at Selina's green eyes, her heart was beating rapidly, was it because of the fear gas or something else?"You know, you got gorgeous butt" Selina whispered."What?!" Batgirl was puzzled.Selina touched Batgirl's buttock gently with her fingers. It was like Batgirl received a electric shock and her grip on the blanket failed and it fell on the floor. Selina crouched to pick up the blanket, she kept the eye contact with Batgirl. Batgirl noticed something, was there a slight bulge on Selina's bottom? Selina picked up the blanket and rose up slowly, she gently touched Batgirl's leg with her hand and raised her hand towards Batgirl's crotch. Just before Selina's hand was at Batgirl's crotch, Batgirl snapped out of it and she pushed Selina's hand away and took few steps back."You are trying to seduce me for some reason, aren't you?!""I'll be damned" Selina was looking at Batgirl's feet.Batgirl looked down and suddenly she felt a tingly feeling on her leg, a short stream of urine was running down her leg to the carpet."What would Batman said, if he knew that Batgirl is just a little girl who can't control her bladder or bowel?""What do you want?!" Batgirl tried not to cry."Nothing much, don't take me to the police station and let me keep all the goodies I took from jewelry stores""You know I can't do that!""A small price for your dignity"There wasn't really any dignity left in her, she had lost it all in front of Scarecrow."Fine" Batgirl said."You see, that wasn't so hard"Selina turned around and walked to the bathrobe. Now Batgirl could see that there was definitely a bulge on Selina's bottom. Selina picked up the bathrobe and put it on."Your pants should be dry by now" Selina walked to the bathroom.She returned with red panties and black pants, she tossed them to Batgirl. Batgirl put them on quickly."Oh and your utility belt too" Selina tossed belt to Batgirl.Batgirl put the utility belt on, walked to balcony and jumped from it, hoping that she wouldn't have anymore accidents in front of Selina Kyle or Catwoman.
Barbara was startled awake, she was sweating and breathing rapidly. After she had left Selina's apartment, she went back to Dixon Dock to fetch Batmobile and returned to Batcave. After that she went straight to bed and fell asleep almost immediately. This was third time she was startled awake that night. Barbara looked at the clock on the nightstand, it was 5:30 in the morning. Barbara closed her eyes. She can't withstand another day like this, she have to manufacture antidote for Scarecrow's fear gas or hunt him down and make him give it. She swore to herself that even if she have to crush every bone in his body, she would force him to give the antidote. Barbara suddenly sat up, something was very wrong. She knew the answer but she had to see it to believe, she threw quilt to the floor and let out muffled moan. There was huge dark patch on the bedsheet and it was still warm, Barbara's panties were soaking wet."Oh no!" Barbara cried out.She couldn't believe it, it was unreal. She was 10 years old when she last time wet the bed."No, no, no!"What could she do? she couldn't just remove the bedsheet and take it to laundry basket, Alfred would notice it right away next time he do laundry. Her only change is to wait till morning when Alfred brings breakfast to bed and lie that she spilled her coffee to the bedsheet. Barbara picked up the quilt from the floor and went back to bed. Barbara's eyes were wet from tears, she moved her right hand in her panties and started fingering herself. Something in her mind made her do it after every time she had wet the bed, and she continued it until she fell asleep.
Her plan worked and Alfred didn't suspect anything when she took bedsheet to the laundry basket after breakfast. After quick shower Barbara went straight to Batcave and started working on the antidote. She was on the verge of nervous breakdown and all the time she felt like she was about to pee herself. Just to make sure she doesn't have anymore accident, she visited bathroom every half an hour. Sometimes even it was almost too frightening."Miss Gordon, you have been sitting on that computer nearly 7 hours. Should you take a break for awhile?" Alfred asked."I've been trying to do the antidote for Scarecrow's fear gas but I don't know how, I wish Bruce was here" Barbara answered."Then the only option left is to find Scarecrow" Alfred said."How can I track him? I'm too scared to do anything" Barbara wanted to cry."When there's a will, there's a way" Alfred answered.Barbara stood up. Alfred was right, she couldn't let Scarecrow win."I can do this" Barbara said to herself.She walked to storage, undressed her clothes leaving underwear on and put on the Batgirl's costume."Do you require anything special?" Alfred asked.Batgirl walked to Batmobile and jumped in."Try to separate fear gas compounds from my blood sample, by pinpointing their manufacture place we can find Scarecrow""Will do, Miss"Batgirl started the Batmobile and drove off. As she drove in a tunnel, she could almost hear Scarecrow's laugh in her ears. It made her angrier and that mitigated her fear."Just you wait Scarecrow, you're going down" Batgirl muttered.When she drove off from the tunnel that led to the Batcave she felt her heart rate escalating, she started to hallucinate. Fear gas was kicking in again."No! not now!"She stopped the Batmobile, it felt like her brains were about to explode. Her fear continued to rise until she started to scream and then it stopped as quickly as it had begun."I've had enough" Batgirl gasped.She floored the pedal, even more determined to take down Scarecrow.
She had passed Old Gotham when radio started beeping. Batgirl switched on the connection."Go ahead Alfred""Miss, I managed to separate two different compound from your blood sample. One is a common compound that is manufactured throughout the Gotham but the other one is quite rare and can be only found in...""Ace Chemical?!""Yes, I continue to separate other compounds from you blood sample and diagnose them""No need for that, I'm sure that Scarecrow is in Ace Chemical""Be careful, it could be a trap""They always are, Batgirl out" she terminated the connection."You better be ready Crane" Batgirl said.
Batgirl parked Batmobile behind the Ace Chemical near the loading platform. She jumped out, fell on her knees and threw up. Her condition had gotten worse, she was shaking and every muscle in her body was aching. She had to find the antidote or the fear gas would consume her. Batgirl grabbed grapple gun from her belt, stood up and used grapple gun to get to the office over the loading platform. She struggled to get through window and slumped on the floor."I can't give up now" she thought.Office was small, there was only metal desk and small file cabinet. Luckily room was empty. Batgirl stood up and walked to the door, she opened the door slightly. She had definitely come in the right place, Scarecrow was standing outside the office and was looking down over the railing. Batgirl opened the door entirely and dashed to Scarecrow, turned him around and lifted him in the air."The antidote!" Batgirl said."How did you...?"Two thug was approaching them from left and right. Batgirl tossed Scarecrow to the office. Thugs punched at the same time, Batgirl dodged punches by crouching and they hit each others. Batgirl kicked thug to the groin, grabbed him from the chest and tossed him towards other thug. Thugs collided and they lost consciousness. There was loud noises coming from down below, Batgirl looked down and saw at least seven thug making their way to the ladders."Fear gas should have consumed your mind by now" Scarecrow said.Batgirl walked to Scarecrow as he tried to get up. She grabbed him from his chest and threw him against the railing."Give me the antidote!""You don't have guts to do it" Scarecrow laughed.Batgirl took few fast steps and kicked Scarecrow to the chest. He spun over the railing and fell."You're insane!" Scarecrow yelled.Batgirl took couple smoke pellets from her belt and tossed them near Scarecrow to create smokescreen. Batgirl jumped down from the platform and landed next to Scarecrow who was trying to stand up. She grabbed Scarecrow, yanked him up and pushed him against huge chemical vat."Batman isn't here to stop me so I can do anything to you. Give me the antidote Crane!""You don't have guts to do it" Scarecrow said again.Batgirl hit him in the face and kicked him on the stomach with knee."The antidote!" Batgirl yelled.Scarecrow laughed. Few gunshots were fired by thugs but they couldn't see through smokescreen so the bullets hit the wall. Batgirl grabbed Scarecrow from right arm, turned around and tossed him over her shoulder to the floor. She put her foot on his chest and twisted his wrist."Last warning Crane!""You have rules to follow" Scarecrow laughed.Batgirl looked him a moment, then she twisted his wrist more until there was loud crackle sound and Scarecrow yelled in pain. She had broken his wrist."Give me the antidote!""Fine, here take it" Scarecrow gave syringe to her.Batgirl let go of his hand and took the syringe."Inject it into your bloodstream" Scarecrow said.Batgirl raised her sleeve and injected herself with syringe. Injection worked instantly, she felt her condition getting better. Batgirl lowered her sleeve, Scarecrow suddenly started to laugh. Batgirl kicked him in the face."Batgirl! that's enough"Batgirl turned around, it was her father who was speaking. He had arrived in the Ace Chemical with strike team. Batgirl grabbed grapple gun from her belt and used it to get to the roof.
Batgirl closed skylight and watched as her father and strike team arrested Scarecrow and his thugs. Alfred must have called the police. She closed her eyes, she was finally freed from those horrible seizures. She suddenly became aware that her pants were wet, she had peed herself without noticing it. She knew it wasn't because of fear gas, it was because she was afraid of what she had done. She had been ready to crush every bones in his body, she had been ready to cross the line. Batgirl walked to the edge. While walking she became aware of other thing, a large bulge on her bottom. She didn't know when that had appeared, was it when she arrived to the Ace Chemical or was it when she threatened Scarecrow, at this moment she didn't really care.
It has been 24 hour since her last seizure, Batgirl was sure now that the antidote had really worked. She hadn't been so sure that morning when she woke up and felt strong urge to go to the bathroom even though her bladder wasn't nearly as full as it felt like. She thought that her bladder muscles were still weak because of the kick she received on her bladder during her fight with Catwoman."Ordering some new toys?" Alfred asked.They were in Batcave, Batgirl was examining list of equipments on the Batcomputer."This is the complete list of medical- and laboratory equipments stolen in last three days" Batgirl answered."Who would steal medical- and laboratory equipments? Rupert Thorne? perhaps our wobbling friend The Penguin?""I don't think it is Thorne or The Penguin, it might be just a group of thugs looking for a quick money" Batgirl said."How so?""These equipments are very expensive and they were stolen in multiple places all over Gotham""There is cargo ship coming in Gotham tonight and according to inventory there is some expensive equipment in that ship" Batgirl continued."And these thugs might be interested in those equipments?" Alfred said."That's right and I'll be waiting for them" Batgirl stood up.She walked to the Batboat, jumped in and turned on the engine."Still no word from Nightwing?" Batgirl asked."In my opinion his flight should have landed about an hour ago" Alfred answered."Try to call him, I might need some help""Will do, Miss"
TO BE CONTINUED |
Chapter 5
There was no sign of cargo ship at the Dixon Dock or at Port Adams, so she headed for open sea. According to schedule it should be arrived already. She had bad feeling about it so she put Batboat on full throttle. Radio started beeping and Batgirl switched on the connection."Go ahead""Miss, there is no answer from Nightwing" Alfred said."Keep trying"Suddenly she saw something on the horizon, the cargo ship."Alfred I located the cargo ship, I'll send you the coordinates" she pushed few buttons."You're miles away from Gotham" Alfred answered."Either ship has engine failure or it is under attack""Be careful, still no answer from Nightwing""I will, Batgirl out" she terminated the connection.There was medium sized boat next to cargo ship near the rear of the ship, she parked Batboat behind it. Cockpit slid open and she stood up, grabbed grapple gun from her belt and used it to get on board. There was no sign of anyone on her side of the ship. She heard noises from the front of the ship. Batgirl walked towards noises as quiet as she could. Cargo hold was open, Batgirl approached it and peeked inside. Ship's crew was in there, they were on their knees hands behind their heads. Batgirl saw few thugs moving some crates, they looked petty criminals. She jumped down to cargo hold and hid herself behind crates."Load them into the boat" male voice said.Batgirl couldn't see who was talking but it was definitely the ringleader. Thugs grabbed crates and walked to stairs that led to the deck. There was five of them. Then the ringleader walked forward and Batgirl could see him. Vacuum tight cryogenic suit, transparent dome helmet, laser-powered handheld freeze gun."Victor Fries? what is he doing in here?" Batgirl thought."There's no way you can sell those equipments on the street" one of the crew member said, he looked like a captain."I have no intention of selling them" Mr. Freeze said."What are you going to do with them? those are state-of-the-art equipments""My intentions are not your concern" Mr. Freeze raised freeze gun and pointed it to the captain.Batgirl grabbed batarang from her belt and was about to throw it when Mr. Freeze suddenly lowered the gun."I have no time for this, consider yourself lucky" and he walked to the stairs.
Batgirl waited until Mr. Freeze had left the cargo hold and stood up. She suddenly realised how badly she needed to go to the bathroom."Great, why I have to pee right now?!" Batgirl thought.She put her hands between her legs, squirmed and bit her lips. Pressure in her bladder was growing fast, too fast."I need to go to the bathroom" Batgirl gasped, she couldn't help it. Words just came out from her mouth."Who's there?" captain asked.Batgirl bounced few times and then walked normally to the light."Batgirl!""Shh! I free you guys soon" her bladder muscles ached.Batgirl walked to the stairs and ascended them, every step she took was torture to her bladder. Deck looked clear, there was no one. She managed to take few steps when suddenly a beam was shot to her legs. Her ankles was trapped in the block of ice, she couldn't move."So I was right, I heard them saying your name" Mr. Freeze emerged from the shadows, he had been behind one of the crates.
Mr. Freeze raised his gun and Batgirl did what came into her mind first, she peed in her pants. Despite of what she was doing, she felt herself relieved. Warm urine tingled down her legs. Coldness ascended from the ice block, her legs were freezing and the warm feeling was more than welcome. Luckily this time urine ran down her legs inside costume and didn't spurted out. Wetness in her pants could be only seen from close range. Suddenly something hit Mr. Freeze's hand and his gun dropped. Batgirl and Mr. Freeze looked up, something was gliding towards them. Black costume, black hair and black visor, Nightwing had arrived. He somersaulted in the air and landed on Mr. Freeze kicking him to the chest with both legs. That didn't really have any effect, Mr. Freeze staggered few steps backward. Nightwing landed on the deck and he continued his attack. He twirled and kicked Mr. Freeze at the same time. Mr. Freeze blocked the kick and grabbed Nightwing from the throat, he lifted him in the air with one hand."Nightwing!" Batgirl yelled.
"I have no intention to fight you two right now" Mr. Freeze said and hurled Nightwing to the deck.Nightwing coughed and stood up while holding his throat, Mr Freeze picked up his gun."Freeze let us help you, Wayne Enterprises is willing to help with your condition" Nightwing said."That doesn't matter right now, nothing matters now, except my Nora!" Mr. Freeze fired his freeze gun towards Nightwing.Nightwing dodged the beam, Mr. Freeze aimed at Nightwing again but didn't fire his gun."So that's why you are stealing medical equipments!?""I'll do anything for my Nora! and you will not stop me" Mr. Freeze fired gun, Nightwing dodged.After Mr. Freeze fired gun, he turned around and walked away."Victor!" Nightwing yelled but Mr. Freeze didn't look back."Are you okay?" Batgirl asked."Yeah, I got little careless when I saw that Freeze was about to put you in ice" Nightwing answered."Could you get me out of this ice, my feets are freezing""Yeah sure" Nightwing answered.He looked around and picked crowbat from nearby crate, then he used it to brake most of the ice block so Batgirl could free her legs. Chills ran through her body but she could still feel the warm feeling between her legs."Did Alfred gave you the coordinates?" Batgirl asked."I was following a lead, word on the street was that someone is stealing medical equipments and that there is cargo ship coming to Gotham tonight""Ship's crew is still tied in cargo hold" Batgirl said."I'll free them" Nightwing ran to cargo hold and jumped down.Batgirl looked around, made sure no one was watching before she started examining her pants. Most of the pee had ran down her legs in back of her pants, there wasn't really any wet spots on the front. After a while Nightwing ran to deck, at the same time there was sound of starting engine. Batgirl and Nightwing ran to the edge of the ship, the boat what had been parked at the rear of the ship was speeding away."Hurry up, maybe we can still catch him. Where is the Batboat?" Nightwing said."At the rear of the ship" Batgirl answered.They ran toward the rear, Batgirl was slower because her feets were still numb."Oh damn" Nightwing said."What?""He sank your boat"Batgirl looked over the railing, Batboat was slowly sinking."Oh great, Bruce is gonna be happy""Luckily I brought my jet ski, we have to get you to the Batcave" Nightwing pressed button on his glove.Soon jet ski was coming towards their location from the front of the ship. Batgirl and Nightwing jumped down to jet ski.
Hot chemical bath really did the trick, it felt comfortable. Not too hot or cold, just right. It slowly raised her body temperature to heal frostbites. When they had arrived to the cave, Nightwing had carried Batgirl to chemical bath. Luckily he was so worried about her that he didn't notice that her pants were wet. After this no one would, since she didn't even had time to take her costume off before Nightwing tossed her into the bath."How are you feeling Barbara?" Nightwing asked, he had taken off his mask."Wonderful, you should try this too" Batgirl answered."I think I pass" Nightwing said.Nightwing walked to Batcomputer and sat down. Alfred descended the stairs with tray, there was two teacup on it. He walked to Nightwing and gave him the first cup."Thanks Alfred"Nightwing started doing something with the Batcomputer, Alfred walked to Batgirl and gave her the cup."Thank you Alfred" she took sip from the cup."Something on your mind?" she asked looking at Nightwing."Victor was even more determined than before, maybe he has found cure for Nora's condition or her condition has gone worse""Maybe""But in my opinion there is some equipments that he doesn't need, why to steal them?"Batgirl stood up and got off from the bath, Alfred put blanket around her. She felt great, good as new."What does that mean?" Batgirl walked to Nightwing."Maybe someone have Nora and that someone is blackmailing Victor to steal certain equipments""But who?" Batgirl said."Thorne, maybe The Penguin. I try to find some leads, you get some rest" Nightwing stood up.He walked to Batmobile and put his mask on, he stood there for a few seconds then he walked to Batcycle."I borrow this" Nightwing said and turned on the engine."I do hope that Master Dick doesn't do anything foolish" Alfred said when Nightwing drove off"I hope so too" Batgirl said.
It felt like she had only fell asleep when Alfred woke her up."I'm sorry to bother you Miss Gordon but it is emergency"Barbara sat up, she suddenly didn't feel sleepy at all."What's wrong?!""It's Master Dick, his emergency signal just activated. He is in trouble"Barbara reached for her clothes but they weren't there."Where's my clothes?""I thought that you don't need them anymore tonight, so I put them in the washing machine" Alfred apologized."Never mind" Barbara said and got up from the bed.She was only wearing ultramarine bras and panties. She saw Alfred blushing a little when she hastened past him but that was nothing compared to how much she was blushing. Barbara tried to cover herself with her arms while running to Batcave's entrance which was in the library, maybe it wasn't such a good idea to run to entrance while being half naked. She descended to the cave and felt chill running through her body."I never realised how cold it is down here"Alfred had arrived to the cave when she was putting her costume on. Batgirl talked to Alfred while walking to Batmobile."Where is the signal coming from?""It's coming from GothCorp" Alfred answered.Batgirl jumped in the Batmobile, turned on the engine and drove off.
From the outside everything seemed to be alright. Batgirl parked Batmobile to the nearest alley, Batcycle was also there. Batgirl jumped out and looked up, there was open ventilation duct. Nightwing must have gone in from there. Batgirl reached for the grapple gun and used it to get to the ventilation duct. There wasn't really any room in the duct, she had to crawl in there. She wasn't really a fan of places like this."Great, now I have to pee" Batgirl cursed.Duct was like a maze, there was turns and shafts. When Batgirl turned into one of the many ways she noticed something, it was getting colder. She knew that she was making way too much noise while crawling but she didn't want to pee herself in a duct. Finally she saw the end of the duct. Batgirl crawled out from the duct and looked around. Everything was covered with ice but it looked like a laboratory."Damn it's cold in here" she shivered from coldness."Batgirl! over here!" male voice said.Batgirl walked towards the voice and found him from behind the corner, Nightwing. He was tied to wall from his hands with ice."You know, you made a lot of noise when you came here" Nightwing said."I know, how did you get caught?""I thought that maybe I could find some lead from here and I found Victor"Batgirl grabbed batarang from her belt and break the ice with it, so Nightwing could get free."Where is Victor?" Batgirl asked."I gave you one chance to leave me alone, I won't give another" cold male voice said.Batgirl turned around, Mr. Freeze was standing few step away from them and he was aiming his gun at them. And he pulled the trigger, beam was coming towards Batgirl."No!" Nightwing pushed Batgirl aside.She fell on the floor and slid to the corner, she looked at Nightwing and her heart skipped a beat."Nightwing!" she screamed, Nightwing was frozen solid."Remarkable yet futile" Mr. Freeze said and aimed at Batgirl.Batgirl didn't know what to do, reasoning with him was useless and at that range she wouldn't be fast enough to throw batarang. Suddenly she saw steam and it was coming from close by. She looked down, steam was coming from her crotch. She was peeing herself in fear and hot urine evaporated slowly in the coldness. Soon she sat in puddle of urine that evaporated slowly. It was so cold in the laboratory that she didn't even feel the warmness."Perhaps you are not as strong minded as Batman thinks" Mr. Freeze said and lowered his gun."You have few minutes to save your partner. Can you be so cold blooded that you leave your partner just to get me?"Mr. Freeze turned around and walked away. Batgirl stood up and hurried to Nightwing, she took batarang from belt and started hitting the ice."Come on Dick, you can do it"Ice started to crack and Nightwing was able to use his own strength to break the ice."S...so c...co...cold" Nightwing said."It's your time to get hot chemical bath" Batgirl said.
When they arrived to the Batcave, Alfred rushed towards them. Batgirl had informed him about Nightwing's condition and asked him to make initializations. Alfred helped Nightwing out of the car and towards chemical bath."I still have to do one thing, can you handle this Alfred?""Yes Miss Gordon"Batgirl activated turntable to turn Batmobile around and drove off. She indeed had one thing to do, she had to change into her spare costume in her apartment since she already made a mess in her other costume. She kept two costumes in her apartment and two in the cave.
She parked Batmobile to the alley near her apartment and used grapple gun to get to the roof of nearby building. She ran across the roof and jumped to the other building's roof. She had to cross that roof to get to her apartment, it was on the other side of that building."You still haven't changed your way of working" female voice said.Batgirl looked left, Catwoman was leaning against funnel."What are you talking about?" Batgirl asked."I can see it from your eyes, you have wet your pants again haven't you" Catwoman walked towards Batgirl.Batgirl didn't know what to say, she was mortified. Catwoman revolved around Batgirl and suddenly grabbed her from crotch. Batgirl startled and her bladder control failed again. Luckily her bladder had filled only little but it was enough to soak Catwoman's glove."I was right and looks like someone is losing her continence" Catwoman said looking at her glove."What are you doing here? what do you want?" Batgirl asked, it was all she could say."I was just hanging around when I saw you coming" Catwoman answered.Catwoman lightly touched Batgirl's cheek and walked past her."Well what do we have here?" Catwoman said.Batgirl didn't need to ask what Catwoman meant because she felt it, apparently bladder control wasn't the only thing she had lost."See you later kid" Catwoman said, ran to edge of the roof and jumped down.Batgirl stood there mortified for a while then looked around, made sure there wasn't anyone else and walked to the edge. She descended in to her apartment. She quickly took a shower and put dirty clothes in the washing machine. When she was putting on her spare costume, her glance wandered around diaper pack which was still there. Maybe she should try them. Catwoman was right, she was losing her continence."No! I won't do it" Batgirl said to herself.She walked to the window and jumped out. For some reason it felt like she had just left something, something that she should have taken with her.
On the next morning Barbara went to Batcave after breakfast. Dick was already there sitting on Batcomputer and examined lists of stolen equipments."Found something?" Barbara asked."I separated those equipments that Fries need from those he doesn't need" Dick said."And?""And I can't figure out who would need that kind of equipments or for what purpose" he continued."The Penguin?" Barbara asked."No, he is in Blackgate""Well that leaves Thorne""But why would Thorne blackmail Fries?""I don't know, let's go ask him""Let's hope he doesn't want to sleep long" Dick said smirk on his face.
Thorne's penthouse was heavily guarded but they managed to sneak past the guards without alerting them. Rupert Thorne was sitting behind desk in his office. He had white hair and he was dressed in black suit. Batgirl and Nightwing were on the roof of the penthouse and were looking through skylight. There wasn't any guards in the office, Thorne was reading some papers. There wasn't any way to open skylight so they had to crash through the window."What the...!?" Thorne stood up when they crashed through window.Nightwing jumped over the desk and lifted Thorne against the wall."Take it easy Thorne, we just want to talk" Nightwing said."Can't you people just use the door? how hard can it be?" Thorne asked."Shut up, are you blackmailing Victor Fries?" Nightwing asked."Fries?! what would I want from him?" Thorne answered."He has been stealing medical equipments and there is equipments that he doesn't need" Batgirl said."I don't need medical equipments" Thorne said."Well do you know who does?" Nightwing hit Thorne against the wall.Suddenly there was loud noises from outside the office, it sounded like there was fighting going on. Door shattered and Mr. Freeze walked in, he looked around and grabbed Batgirl from throat. He lifted Batgirl in the air and pointed his freezin gun at Thorne."Where is my Nora?""Let her go" Nightwing said."This doesn't concern you" Mr. Freeze answered.Batgirl struggled, she couldn't breathe."Let her go! you are choking her!" Nightwing said and let go off Thorne to get his hands free."Where is Nora!?" Mr. Freeze asked again."I don't have your wife" Thorne answered."Liar!" Mr. Freeze hurled Batgirl towards balcony door.Batgirl flew straight through it and landed on the balcony."Batgirl!"Nightwing rushed to Batgirl and helped her up."Where is Nora!?" Mr. Freeze walked to Thorne."I told you, I don't have your wife!""Who has my wife!?""I don't know"
Mr. Freeze lifted Thorne in the air and tossed him against the wall."Fries stop it, he doesn't know" Nightwing said.Mr. Freeze aimed at Nightwing and fired. Batgirl and Nightwing jumped out of the beam's way. Four thugs ran into the office."Fries! look out!" Nightwing shouted.But it was too late, thugs fired their tommy guns at Mr. Freeze. Bullets ricocheted from Mr. Freeze's suit but few bullets hit his helmet. His helmet cracked and finally shattered. Steam was rising from helmet and Mr. Freeze fell on his knees and finally on his stomach. Batgirl threw batarangs towards thugs and their guns flew away. Nightwing dashed to them and knocked them out before they could do anything."Nora" Mr. Freeze crawled on the floor.
They stood on the street and watched as police officers pushed Mr. Freeze toward ambulance. He was placed in the specially designed capsule. After the shooting Nightwing had called the police."Fries, we will find your wife" Nightwing said.Mr. Freeze nodded briefly and then he was put in the ambulance."So Fries was behind those medical equipment robberies" Gordon said."Yes but he did it because he was blackmailed, he did it for Nora" Batgirl answered."But if it wasn't Thorne, then who has his wife?" Gordon asked."We'll find out who has" Nightwing answered.And after that he and Batgirl ran to Batmobile and drove off.
TO BE CONTINUED
Edited August 14, 2015 by Ducklett00
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Well that took longer than I thought.
Chapter 6
It was nightfall and they were chasing armoured truck which was stolen from the Bank Of Gotham. They had been on normal patrol when they by coincidence noticed that there was something wrong going on in the bank. Someone opened the backdoor of the truck and shot towards them with tommy gun. Bullets ricocheted off from Batmobile's armour."They never learn" Batgirl said little amused.She was sitting on passenger seat and Nightwing was behind wheel."Repetition is the mother of learning" Nightwing said.Armoured truck turned left on next intersection but had too much speed and crashed in the store. Nightwing stopped Batmobile and jumped out."Do you want them or should I take them?" Batgirl asked and jumped out.Two thugs jumped out from the truck, they both had tommy gun."We both take them" Nightwing said.Thugs started shooting at them, Batgirl ran to right while Nightwing ran to left. Batgirl grabbed batarang from belt and threw it towards thug who was closest. Batarang hit thug to hand and gun flew away, Batgirl dashed towards him. Nightwing had done same thing with other thug and was now fighting with him. Batgirl jumped and kicked thug to chest, thug staggered backward and Batgirl continued her attack. She punched him to the face and kicked to the leg. Thug fell on his back and backed away, he picked up pipe from the floor and stood up. Batgirl walked closer, thug slogged with pipe and Batgirl dodged. She grabbed from the pipe with her right hand and hit thug with left hand. He let go of pipe and staggered backward, Batgirl threw pipe away."No, no no no no no no no. Not again" thug said.Batgirl approached thug, thug looked around and then hit his head against the truck. He fell on the floor unconscious."Well that's one way to do it" Batgirl said.
Behind her something crashed against the wall, Batgirl turned around. Thug was lying against the wall upside down, Nightwing walked to thug and made sure that he was unconscious."Having fun?" Batgirl asked."Extremely" Nightwing answered smiling.Nightwing removed thug's mask."Hey I know this fellow, he is Two-Face's henchman" Nightwing said.Batgirl walked closer and looked at thug, she also recognized him. He was one of the thugs who had been in the gambling den. Batgirl walked to other thug and removed his mask. He was also familiar, he had been in the gambling den also. There was suddenly noises coming from the other side of the truck."Driver" Batgirl said.Nightwing was already running towards the noise. Batgirl followed him by walking, when she had gone around the truck Nightwing was holding thug against the wall. Nightwing removed thug's mask, he had also been in the gambling den."Where is Two-Face?" Nightwing asked."I can't tell you that, he'll kill me if I tell" thug answered."Then get ready for the pain, I have all night" Nightwing said.Batgirl walked outside while Nightwing was beating thug and asking where is Two-Face. Batgirl leaned herself against the wall, because of the shooting she started to feel strong urge to go to the bathroom. Situation was not helped by the fact that her bladder muscles had not healed completely yet, in fact in her opinion her continence was getting weaker. Side effect of Scarecrow's fear gas, or was it something else? Batgirl shook her head, tried to clear her thoughts. Something caught her attention, Bat-signal on the sky."Nightwing! we have to go. Bat-signal is on the sky" Batgirl said."I was done anyway, he ain't talking" Nightwing answered.Batgirl looked inside the store, Nightwing threw thug to the floor, he was unconscious."Maybe you overdid a little" Batgirl notifyed."When you have worked with Batman as long as I have, you notice that there is no such thing as 'overdoing' when it comes to interrogation" Nightwing said.Nightwing and Batgirl walked to Batmobile, at the same time two police car arrived to the scene. Police officers waved at them and went inside the store.
"Commissioner" Nightwing said.Gordon startled and turned around, Batgirl and Nightwing emerged from the shadows."Someday you will cause me a heart attack" Gordon said."What's going on?" Nightwing asked.Gordon suddenly looked serious."I just heard about half an hour ago. Last week there was mass breakout from Arkham" Gordon said.Batgirl glanced at Nightwing and he glanced back."Bullock is at the Arkham trying to find out how many escaped. Luckily you have apprehended Joker, Harley, Scarecrow and Fries. And we know that Two-Face is still at large" Gordon explained."You alright?" Nightwing asked."Just frustrated that Arkham's administrator didn't announced this earlier. Also breakout was executed by someone outside and we have no idea who did it"Gordon answered.There was no answer and Gordon looked around, he was alone."Next time I bring nailgun and nail their feets to the ground" Gordon muttered.
Batgirl and Nightwing landed next to Batmobile which was parked in the alley and they jumped in."Maybe we can find some clues from the scene" Nightwing said while turning on the engine."I think I'll skip this" Batgirl said.Nightwing looked at Batgirl."Are you alright?" Nightwing asked."Yeah! I'm just tired, that's all" Batgirl answered.That was a lie, actually she was on the verge of wetting herself."Okay I take you back to cave and I go to Arkham to investigate""Actually take me to my apartment"There was no way she could hold it until they reach the cave."All right" Nightwing said.
Batgirl climbed through window and rushed towards the bathroom, she was at her limit. She stumbled to the bathroom floor and started peeing in her pants. She quickly stood up, yanked her pants down while still peeing and sat down to toilet. Unfortunately most of the urine had escaped to her pants and to the bathroom floor, so she had to sit on the toilet for a very brief moment. Batgirl undress her clothes and put them in the washing machine, cleaned herself and the floor with towel. Barbara turned on the washing machine, in the morning she would have clean costume. Barbara went to the bedroom and walked to the drawer. She put on pink tank top and was reaching for panties when she halted. Without thinking she walked to the closet and opened it, she also opened the fake wall in the closet. She picked up the package, walked to the bed and sat down. She rotated the package in her hands, her heart was beating rapidly. Barbara ripped the package open and picked diaper from it. She put the package on the nightstand and looked at diaper more closely. It was identical to Selina's diaper, pull-up and pink. Barbara stood up and put on the diaper. It felt like she was wearing normal panties, only difference was that diaper gave secure feeling. Barbara lay down to bed and fell asleep immediately.
Barbara woke up, it was still dark. Barbara looked at the illuminated clock on the nightstand, it was 7 in the morning. She had seen strange dream, in the dream she had put on a diaper before she went to bed. She suddenly noticed the diaper package on the nightstand, does that mean she had really put on a diaper. Barbara kicked off the quilt and there it was, she really had put on the diaper. But why it felt so strange? Deep down in her mind she knew the answer but she refused to accept it. She touched her crotch with her hand, diaper was definitely wet. It was still extremely warm, apparently she woke up after she had peed. Barbara felt mixed emotions. She was happy that she didn't soak the bed but she was unhappy about what had happened. Despite of that she moved her hand down in the diaper and started fingering herself. Soon she fell asleep.
Barbara startled awake, phone was ringing. Barbara stood up, walked to the phone and picked up the handset."Hello?" She said sleepily."Barbara! It's Dick, did I woke you up?""Actually yeah, what time is it?""It's almost midday" Dick answered."I was about to wake up anyway. So what's up?" Barbara said."I did my investigations in Arkham, apparently someone detonated a hole to the wall and caused some distraction so Arkham inmates could escape""Did you find out how many escaped?""Yes, every single one of them""What?!" Barbara couldn't believe what she was hearing."Arkham is empty, only prisoners in there are those which you have apprehended""What Arkham's administrator said about the situation?" Barbara asked."Apparently same one who helped inmates to escape also intimidated administrator not to tell about it before week has passed""So we haven't identified who did it?""No" Dick answered and sighed."So what now?" Barbara asked.Barbara hoped that they would soon end their telephone conversation because she had just realised how badly she needed to pee. She refused to pee in the diaper, she didn't want to do it."I honestly don't know, we need to collect more information. I try to dig up something""I come to Wayne Manor at nightfall" Barbara said."Alright, Alfred will pick you up at 8 p.m." Dick answered and hung up the phone.Barbara put down the handset and rushed to the bathroom, few short spurts escaped in the diaper. She pull down the diaper, sat on the toilet and let out a sigh of relief. Barbara took off the diaper while emptying her bladder and threw it in the trashcan, she hoped that it was the last time she put on the diaper.
Rest of the day Barbara did research on her computer and examined criminal records. She tried to figure out who would need medical equipments and who helped Arkham inmates to escape, was it all done by same person? Barbara was taking notes when popup appeared on the screen, there was address on it. She glanced it, burglar alarm on jewelry store had activated just a few blocks away from her apartment. Barbara quickly walked to the closet, undress her outer clothes and put on the Batgirl's costume. She walked to the window and was about to jump out when she halted, part of her brains told her that something important was missing and she knew what it was. Batgirl walked to the bed and took off her pants and panties. She took diaper from diaper package, put it on and thought that did she really wanted to do it. Despite of that she put pants on, walked to the window and jumped out.
It didn't take long to reach the scene. Batgirl looked down to store from building's roof on the other side of the street. There was big hole cut to the front door of the store and it was easy for Batgirl to figure out who was robbing it. Why it had to be Selina, she could just walk away and let Selina rob the store but she couldn't let that happen and she couldn't avoid Selina for the rest of her life. Batgirl sighed, jumped down and walked to the store. Catwoman was loading jewelries in the bag and wasn't paying attention to the surroundings."You're coming with me to the police station" Batgirl said.Catwoman raised her gaze and smirked."Looks like somebody finally grew a backbone" Catwoman jumped over the counter."Cut the jokes Catwoman"Catwoman tilted her head a little to the side and looked Batgirl in the eyes."Something is different, you sound confident and your appearance is different" Catwoman walked closer.Batgirl suddenly got a bad feeling, Catwoman couldn't know it or could she?"You finally decided to try those diapers I gave to you" Catwoman stated.Batgirl turned her head, she felt herself blushing."Well I'd like to chit-chat but I still have work to do" Catwoman walked past Batgirl.Batgirl grabbed Catwoman from the arm."One way or another you're coming with me" Batgirl said."Do you really want to fight me again?" Catwoman asked.Batgirl kicked Catwoman to the legs but Catwoman jumped backwards."Just don't pee yourself this time" Catwoman joked.
Batgirl had enough, Catwoman had pushed it too far. Batgirl dashed towards Catwoman and kicked. Catwoman dodged it, gave a laugh and smirked while Batgirl continued her attack. Catwoman kept on dodging Batgirl's punches and kicks with smirk on her face. Finally Batgirl managed to land a kick to Catwoman's rib, Catwoman staggered and Batgirl hit Catwoman with an uppercut. Catwoman fell on her back, she wiped corner of the mouth with back of the hand and she suddenly looked angry."That does it, I'm done being nice to you" Catwoman stood up.Catwoman attacked and Batgirl was ready, she blocked Catwoman's hits and hit back. They shared kicks and punches but neither of them managed to land a hit. Catwoman took whip from her belt and swung it towards Batgirl's legs, Batgirl jumped backward and threw batarang. Batarang hit Catwoman's hand and she dropped the whip. Catwoman dashed towards Batgirl and shoved her against the wall. Before Batgirl managed to recover, Catwoman kicked her to the abdomen with knee. Batgirl coughed and bend a little, Catwoman kicked again with her knee but this time to Batgirl's bladder. Batgirl felt sharp pain in her bladder muscles and soon diaper was getting wet and warm."Not again" Batgirl thought as she fell on all fours.Catwoman walked to whip, picked it up and put it on her belt. She glanced Batgirl and Batgirl glanced back, her eyes were watery from pain and humiliation."I can see that you lost your will to fight. Until next time, see you later kid" Catwoman said and walked away.Batgirl couldn't move, she was broken and beaten but most of all she was waiting that she stops peeing.
Catwoman's words were echoing in her ears: "Just don't pee yourself this time." Batgirl had never been so unsure about her continence than now, her bladder was aching and it felt like she had to pee all the time. After returning to her apartment she had taken a quick shower before Alfred came to pick her up. This time she had put on a diaper without hesitation and was actually glad that Catwoman had given them to her. But at the same time she was angry because Catwoman was the reason she had to wear them. On their way to Wayne Manor, Alfred told that Dick had went to investigate something two hours ago and Alfred hadn't heard about him since then. Barbara had went straight to Batcave, put on a costume and drove off. She was now driving around Old Gotham. Batgirl pushed buttons on the dashboard."Alfred, have you located Batcycle's tracking signal?" Batgirl asked."No Miss, tracking device might be malfunctioning" Alfred answered."Well, keep trying" Batgirl said."Will do, Miss"Batgirl terminated the connection and at the same time she saw something on the corner of her eye. She quickly stepped on the brake and stopped Batmobile. Someone had just opened manhole and was climbing through it, Batgirl had stopped just in time not to drive over. Batgirl jumped out, figure stood up and Batgirl was able to recognize who it was."Nightwing! Alfred has been so wor..." Batgirl fell silent.Nightwing's costume was ripped from multiple places and he was full of cuts and bruises, he was holding his left shoulder."What happened?!" Batgirl hurried to support Nightwing."Croc attacked me" Nightwing answered."Killer Croc!?" Batgirl helped Nightwing to the passenger seat.She jumped in the Batmobile and hit the accelerator."I was on my way to Blackgate when alarm in gambling den went off, so I went there to see if it was Two-Face" Nightwing explained."Why you wanted to go to the Blackgate?" Batgirl glanced Nightwing."I wanted to ask few questions from Penguin, anyhow I went to gambling den and then Croc attacked me from the shadows""Then why you were in sewers? And where is Batcycle?" Batgirl asked."Croc destroyed Batcycle and I chased him to the sewers, that's where he beat me up pretty badly. I barely managed to escape"
Alfred was rushing towards them when they arrived to the cave. Batgirl had informed that Nightwing was seriously injured when Nightwing had lost consciousness on their way to the cave."Good heavens! What happened?" Alfred helped Batgirl to carry Nightwing to sickbed."Croc attacked him, be careful I think his left shoulder is dislocated"Alfred began to examine Nightwing's wounds and Batgirl walked to Batcomputer, sat down and removed her mask."So it's up to me to protect Gotham" Batgirl said."Maybe we should wait for Master Wayne's return, I apologise but I think you can't handle Killer Croc on your own" Alfred suggested."No need for apologize. Maybe it would be best to wait but I can't leave Gotham unprotected"Nightwing groaned quietly, he was regaining consciousness. Batgirl stood up and Alfred leaned closer."Master Dick, how are you feeling?" Alfred asked."I've been better" Nightwing answered."What happened?" Nightwing sat up."You lost consciousness soon after I had picked you up" Batgirl answered."To think of what could have happened if you hadn't found me" Nightwing said.Suddenly Batcomputer started beeping and popup appeared on the monitor."Police unit just reported to other units that they saw Killer Croc near Amusement Mile" Batgirl looked at monitor.More information appeared and Batgirl gasped."What?" Nightwing asked and tried to stand up but Alfred stopped him."My dad is going to the Amusement Mile, I have to go to help him!" Batgirl put her mask on and ran to Batmobile."Wait, I'm coming with you" Nightwing tried to stand up but Alfred stopped him again."You're not going anywhere" Alfred said."Sorry Dick, you're in no shape to help" Batgirl jumped in the Batmobile.She used turntable to turn Batmobile around and drove off.
Multiple police units were outside Amusement Mile and Gordon was giving orders to them. Batgirl parked Batmobile further away, it would be better if she finds Killer Croc first. She used grapple gun to get over the fence. Batgirl looked around, there was plenty of places where Croc could be hiding. She had to start from somewhere, so she walked forward while looking around. Every booth what she checked looked empty, she arrived on the open space and stopped to think. There was some noises coming from behind her, she turned around and saw metal rack flying towards her. Batgirl didn't had time to dodge it and it hit her very hard, Batgirl flew in the booth and was stuck under the rack."Gotcha!"Figure with lumpy gray skin, blue pants, razor-sharp teeth and claws approached her. Killer Croc laughed when Batgirl tried to break free, rack was heavy and she couldn't move it. Strange feeling spread in her lower abdomen and then without any warning the feeling disappeared and she felt a bulge on her bottom. Oh heck, why she had to lose the control of her bowel now? Batgirl tried to move the rack again but without success, she was in trouble. Batgirl became distressed, however diaper gave her secure feeling and she was able to keep her fear in control, able to control her bladder.
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So much to do, so little time.
Chapter 7
"Well this is gonna be good day, I already beat the Nightwing and you're next" Killer Croc said."Don't be so sure" Batgirl said.She grabbed grapple gun from her belt and fired it towards Killer Croc, it missed him and spun around streetlight."Who taught you to aim?" Killer Croc laughed."I wasn't aiming at you" Batgirl answered.She had attached grapple gun to the rack and made it to reel in. Rack flew towards Killer Croc and he still had smile on his face when rack hit him. Killer Croc flew short distance backwards. Batgirl stood up, she had no idea what to do next. That surprise attack was best she could do. There was no way she could knock out Croc with her own strength. Killer Croc hurled rack away and stood up, he was angry."If that's the best you can do, this is gonna be easy" Killer Croc picked up the rack and threw it towards Batgirl.Batgirl dodged it by throwing herself to the ground, she quickly stood up and ran to hide."So you wanna play hide and seek?" Killer Croc said.Batgirl had no other ideas, she have to wait until police arrives with tranquilizer guns. Killer Croc started walking and checked the booths, couple times he shattered the booth where he thought that Batgirl was hiding."Sooner or later I will find you" Killer Croc was standing in front of the booth where she was hiding.Batgirl stood up, jumped and kicked Killer Croc to the face. Killer Croc didn't even flinch, he grabbed Batgirl from leg while she was still mid-air and tossed her. Batgirl flew short distance and hit streetlight. She saw everything in three and her vision was bouncing up and down. Batgirl grabbed couple bolas from her belt and tossed them towards Killer Croc but missed him badly."Croc! Freeze!" Gordon had arrived with backup.Killer Croc turned around and ran towards the fence. Police started shooting, few tranquilizer darts hit Killer Croc and rest missed him. Killer Croc jumped over the fence and he was gone. Gordon cursed and walked to Batgirl."Are you alright?" he asked."Yeah, I just need a minute" Batgirl shook her head."I thought Nightwing would be here with you" Gordon said."He was injured earlier when he fought Croc" Batgirl answered."Batman still out of town?" Gordon asked."Yes but I can take Croc by myself""I never doubted it"Batgirl stood up, mess in her diaper had spread on her bottom so she really wanted to get a shower. She walked to pick up her grapple gun and waved at Gordon, ran to the fence and used grapple gun to get over it.
Barbara couldn't sleep well because she kept worrying how is she going to protect Gotham on her own, maybe it was one of the reasons why she had wet herself while sleeping. She had anticipated it, so she had spare diaper with her. Barbara cleaned herself in the bathroom, put on a clean diaper and hid wet diaper in her room. She would later dispose it. Barbara was still unsure about her bladder control, so she had decided to wear diapers for at least this day. Barbara put on dark blue jeans, pink t-shirt and went to the Batcave, Alfred was dusting and Dick was sitting on the Batcomputer. Alfred had healed some of Dick's wounds, Dick had arm sling. Barbara descended stairs, Alfred noticed her and walked to her."Miss Gordon, Would you like some breakfast?""Yes, please"Alfred nodded and left Batcave, Barbara walked to the Batcomputer."How are you?" Barbara asked."I'm fine, just frustrated that I got beaten by Croc" Dick answered."Well, my performance wasn't any better""I've been trying to contact Bruce, so far no answer. We could use his and Tim's help" Dick said."I can handle it, you're the one who got injured" Barbara said."I became reckless" Dick defended himself.Alfred returned to the cave with tray. On the tray was a plate where was toast, bacon and eggs. There was also cup of coffee on the tray."Thank you Alfred" Barbara said.She took sip from the cup."Alfred could you take me to G.C.P.D? I want to talk to my father, see if he has any more information about Arkham breakout""Certainly" Alfred answered.
"Well, look who's here. Haven't seen you in awhile Barbara""Hi Bullock" Barbara smiled."Is my father here?" She continued."Yeah Commish is in his room, his a little irritated" Bullock answered."Why?""Haven't you seen the news, there was breakout from Arkham last week and we were informed couple days ago""I have been busy" Barbara said."Talk to your father, he will tell you everything""It was nice to see you Bullock" Barbara said."Likewise" Bullock answered.Barbara walked past the desks to the end of the room where Gordon's room was. She knocked on the door and waited."Come in"Barbara opened the door, walked in and closed the door behind her. Gordon was reading papers and he didn't look who came in. Gordon's room was wide and dimly lighted, desk was in the middle in front of the window, there was file cabinet next to door."Hi daddy" Barbara greeted."Barbara!" Gordon raised his gaze.Gordon stood up, walked to Barbara and hugged her."How are you?" Gordon asked."Don't worry about me, how are you? Bullock told me about Arkham breakout" Barbara answered."I'm fine, we haven't apprehended every escaped inmates but it's only a matter of time" Gordon said."So how many escaped?" Barbara asked."Everyone but Batgirl has apprehended Joker, Harley, Scarecrow and Fries. Two-Face is at large and we almost caught Croc yesterday but he escaped"Barbara was about to ask a question when knock on the door stopped her."Come in" Gordon said.Door opened and Bullock walked in."Sorry to bother you Commish but there is ongoing vandalism in City Hall" Bullock said."Send the unit, I'll be right there" Gordon said."I already dispatched two units" Bullock explained."Good, I'm sorry Barbara. We need to talk later""It's okay daddy, I know you're busy"
Barbara walked past Bullock out of the room, past the desks to the elevator and pushed the call button. Elevator arrived shortly and Barbara walked in, pushed lobby button and leaned against the wall. As elevator started to descend, Barbara felt warmness spreading at her crotch. She was peeing and she couldn't control it, she hadn't even noticed her need for the bathroom."Oh shit!"Barbara squeezed her legs together and pressed her hands between her legs. She tried to control her bladder but her muscles were not doing what she commanded them to do, she could only stand there and wet herself. Deep down in her mind she was commending diaper, at least no one wouldn't find out that she had an accident. After a moment that felt like an eternity her bladder was finally empty. She quickly inspected her jeans, made sure that diaper hasn't leaked. She renewed normal posture just before elevator stopped and door opened. She hurried across the lobby without looking too nervous.
After a quick diaper change in her apartment they hurried back to the Wayne Manor, Dick had contacted Alfred and told that he might have a lead."So, what's the lead?" Barbara asked while descending the stairs to the Batcave."I've been doing some research and I came up with two names that could need medical equipments" Dick answered."Go ahead" Barbara went to change into Batgirl costume."First one is Roland Daggett" Dick said."Daggett could want medical equipments but why use Fries? he has thugs who could do it" Barbara asked.Barbara made sure that she was totally alone in storage and neither Dick or Alfred was nearby, removed her clothes and put on Batgirl costume."Perhaps you're right but it might be deception" Dick blurted."Who's the other one?" Batgirl asked and walked to Dick."Marion Louise Dahl""Baby Doll!" Batgirl started laughing."What?!""You're joking, right?""I'm serious, it's possible that Marion tries to find a cure for her condition""I don't think she wants it that much that is ready to blackmail Fries" Batgirl was able to stop laughing but gave a laugh occasionally."Alfred, what do you think?" Dick asked."It's possible" Alfred answered but it was obvious that he was holding a laughter."I'll check Daggett, let's see what he has to say about this" Batgirl said."And Marion?" Dick asked."No, she's not involved in this" Batgirl answered."How do you know?""All I know is that she deserves a good old spanking""Oh yeah, I remember that Bruce once mentioned that you wanted to spank Baby Doll. I always surmised that you were into spanking""Shut up" Batgirl slapped Dick in the back of the head.And this time Alfred burst into laughter.
Old Renuyu lab was the only place where Batgirl hadn't looked for Daggett but after checking several other locations she decided to check it. Lab had been abandoned for some time now, it was the lab where Matt Hagen was turned into Clayface and Catwoman tried to kill Daggett. Batgirl parked Batmobile behind the lab, used grapple gun to get to the roof and walked to the nearest skylight. She peeked in and saw that lights were on but she couldn't see anyone from there, so she opened the skylight and dropped herself in. Batgirl looked around, she was standing on the catwalk and there was no one else on it. There was chemical vats and crates underneath her, further away was open space. In the middle of space was two thugs and Catwoman, Catwoman's hands were tied together and rope was attached to the crane so her hands were overhead."What are you doing here Selina?" Batgirl whispered to herself.She sneaked closer and at the same time third person walked to the Catwoman, man with brown suit, smoothed back reddish-brown hair and blue eyes, Roland Daggett."Daggett, I should've known that it was your thugs who kidnapped me" Catwoman said."Good work boys, now I can have my revenge" Daggett said."Revenge? for what?" Catwoman asked."Because of you and Batman I was forced to declare bankruptcy and you tried to kill me" Daggett answered."You tried to kill my cat and you stole Jade Cat from the museum and because of that I was targeted by police""I needed to restore my image and company""I was accused for a crime which I didn't commit" Catwoman lost her temper.Daggett gave a laugh."Boys, put her in to the chemical vat, I want her death to be slow and painful" Daggett walked away.Thugs whispered something and another one of them pointed control panel near them. Batgirl jumped over the railing and landed between thugs. Thugs startled and Batgirl kicked thug on her left to the stomach and kicked thug on her right to the chin. Neither of them was knocked out and they approached her, Batgirl turned her attention to the thug on her right because he was approaching faster. This allowed thug behind her to put his arms around her so she couldn't move her arms. Batgirl stomped thug's foot, thug let go of her and yelled in pain. Batgirl did backflip and kicked thug in front of her again to the chin and thug behind her to the top of the head. This time they both stayed down."Nice moves, what took you so long?" Catwoman said.
"I didn't know that you were kidnapped, I only came here to find Daggett" Batgirl answered."Well you found him, he is standing behind you" Catwoman said.Batgirl turned around, Daggett really was standing there. He was holding a pistol and was aiming at Batgirl."First Batman intervened and now you, this time I personally make sure that you don't live to see another day" Daggett said.Batgirl was able to reach for her belt without Daggett noticing when he was talking, she had grabbed smoke pellets and now she dropped them to the floor. Pellets broke open and large amounts of smoke deployed, Daggett coughed and backed away. Batgirl dashed from the smoke, hit gun from Daggett's hand and grabbed him from the chest and pushed against the wall."Let's talk" Batgirl said."Sure, no problem" Daggett answered."Where is Nora Fries?""Victor's wife? why do you think that I have her?" Daggett asked."Someone blackmailed Fries to steal medical equipments and said person have Nora. You want to restore your company and what is better way than selling expensive equipments""I wouldn't dare to blackmail Victor, I swear it"Another dead end, Batgirl was becoming frustrated."If you're lying, I swear that I come back to you" Batgirl put handcuffs to Daggett and tied him to the pipe.Batgirl turned around and walked to the Catwoman."Are you done?" Catwoman asked."Yes"
"Well could you untie me? oh and do you have spare diaper? I've been here for couple of hours and I needed to go to the bathroom. I really need a diaper change" Catwoman said.Batgirl noticed slight bulge on Catwoman's bottom, Batgirl had strong urge to slap Catwoman's bottom and spread that mess but she resisted the urge. She wanted Catwoman to feel what she had felt but thought that Catwoman would probably enjoy it more than disgust it. Batgirl grabbed batarang from her belt and cut the rope. Catwoman rubbed her wrists and walked past Batgirl."You didn't answer my question" Catwoman said."No" Batgirl answered, she couldn't believe that Catwoman had really asked that."Well, I think I can manage a little longer without a change" Catwoman said.Batgirl didn't know what to say so she grabbed grapple gun from her belt and was about to use it."Wait" Catwoman said."What?" Batgirl asked."I didn't even thank you for saving my life"Batgirl managed to smile briefly and again was about to use grapple gun when Catwoman walked past her and patted her bottom."Don't do that" Batgirl said."Why not?" Catwoman asked and turned around to look at Batgirl."It makes me feel...uncomfortable" Batgirl answered, for some reason she felt herself blushing.Catwoman walked in front of Batgirl, there was only a slight gap between them."I think someone is starting to like it" Catwoman said.And then without warning she leaned forward and hers and Batgirl's lips met. Batgirl was amazed, unexplainable feeling moved from her mouth to her stomach, to her bladder until she felt it spreading in her crotch, it felt warm."Oh no, not again, why it had to happen again but oh god that kiss felt good" Batgirl thought.After a short moment they stopped kissing. When Batgirl opened her eyes there wasn't sign of Catwoman, Batgirl looked around but didn't see her. Batgirl knew that it was just Catwoman's trick to escape from her, escape from police but despite of that she felt like she was abandoned.
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Last chapter, every story has to end sometime.
Chapter 8
Batgirl returned to the Batcave after she called police to pick up Daggett and his thugs. During the drive she couldn't stop thinking about the kiss, she didn't know what to think. When she arrived to the Batcave, Dick was sitting on the Batcomputer and Alfred was serving dinner to him."How did it go?" Dick asked when Batgirl jumped out from the Batmobile."What?" Batgirl asked."Did you find Daggett?" Dick asked."Yeah, I found him""And?""He doesn't have Nora" Batgirl answered and walked to the storage.Dick cursed and Batgirl removed her costume, then she noticed something. She had been so confused about the kiss that she forgot to visit her apartment and change her diaper, she was still wearing wet diaper."Damn" she cursed."Something wrong, Miss Gordon?" Alfred asked."No, everything is fine" Barbara answered.She put on her clothes and walked out of the storage."So, what now?" Barbara asked."I don't know, I have to do more research" Dick answered."Any word from Bruce yet?""No""Well, I go to bed" Barbara walked to the stairs."Good night" Dick said, while Barbara ascended stairs.Barbara went to her room in the second floor. She walked next to the bed and removed her clothes. Barbara touched diaper, it was wetter than she had thought. She didn't want to take a risk that it starts to leak in the night if she has an accident, so she walked to the place where she had hid earlier diaper. Barbara took diaper from hideout and put it on the previous diaper, it gave some more protection even though both diapers were wet. After that she went to bed.
Next morning when Barbara woke up, the first thing she noticed was that she had to pee really badly. She got up and walked towards the door. She was halfway when she lost control, she started peeing at full force. She knew it was too late so she didn't even try to regain control. Diapers became heavier, wetter and warmer. Soon Barbara felt pee running down her leg, diapers were leaking."Damn"Then happened something that made Barbara's heart rate escalate, someone knocked on the door. Barbara was petrified, she was still peeing and small puddle started to appear under her feets."Miss Gordon, are you awake?" it was Alfred."Yes but I'm not dressed""Master Dick asked you to come down""Okay, thanks Alfred"Barbara heard Alfred walking away and she sighed in relief. She had finally stopped peeing and she looked down, puddle wasn't big but she definitely had to clean it. Barbara walked next to the bed and removed diapers, there was no way she could use them anymore. Barbara hid diapers and took towel from dresser, cleaned herself and the floor and put on her clothes. She walked to the door and left the room.
"Have you found something?" Barbara asked while descended the stairs."No but I started to think that maybe we are looking into wrong things" Dick answered."What do you mean?""Do you know Dr. Stella Bates?" Dick pushed few buttons on the Batcomputer and picture appeared on the screen.Woman on the picture had brown hair and black eyes. Barbara looked at the picture for a few moment and then she remembered her."Isn't she the one who was deeply in love with Matt Hagen?" Barbara asked."Yes, how did you know that?" Dick answered."I read the file about that, haven't you read them?" Barbara said."No" Dick blurted."So, what she has to do with this?" Barbara asked."I can't find anything about what she is doing in these days, maybe she is trying to cure Hagen" Dick said."So you mean that Hagen blackmailed Fries?""Yes, he also might be behind Arkham breakout""Why would he do that?""To lead us misdirect""I don't think it's Hagen who is behind all this" Barbara pondered."Do you have any better ideas?" Dick sounded irritated."I don't know, maybe you should take a break. You sound irritated" Barbara answered."Sir, I agree. You have been down here for awhile"Alfred descended the stairs, he had tray with him. There was two cups on the tray. Barbara took the first cup and Alfred handed other to Dick."Perhaps you're right" Dick said, he took short sip from the cup and stood up."I'll continue investigations, you get some rest" Barbara said when Dick walked past her.
Rest of the day Barbara sat at the Batcomputer and investigated multiple files and documents. She also investigated list of stolen equipments over again and again but came into same solution every time. Maybe Dick was right, maybe Matt Hagen was behind it. There was no entry about Hagen's current whereabouts. Alfred walked to Barbara."Any progress?" he asked."No, I hate to admit it but Dick might be right" Barbara answered."About Matt Hagen?""Yes"Batcomputer beeped and popup appeared on the screen."Two-Face has been sighted outside Gotham Bank" Barbara read from the screen.She quickly stood up and went to the storage to change into Batgirl costume."Please be careful" Alfred said as Batgirl hurried to the Batmobile."Always" Batgirl said and jumped in the Batmobile, turned on the engine and drove off.
Gotham Bank was surrounded by police when she arrived there. Gordon walked to her when she parked Batmobile near blockade and jumped out."What's the situation?" Batgirl asked."Two-Face is inside with four henchmen, they have three hostages" Gordon explained."Strike team is ready to go in Commish"Bullock walked to them and he was eating donut."Leave this to me" Batgirl said."Where is Batman?" Bullock asked.Batgirl ignored him and walked closer to Bank and used grapple gun to get to the roof. She walked to the nearest skylight and looked in. She couldn't see anyone from there, so she walked to next skylight and looked in. She saw two thugs, they were both standing in the vault and putting money in the bags. Batgirl looked around, there was ventilation duct nearby. She walked to it, opened it and crawled in. There was only short distance to crawl before long drop. Batgirl slid down using her arms and legs to slow down the fall. She crawled out from the duct, she was almost at the middle of the bank. Duct had been inside buttress. Batgirl looked around, she didn't see Two-Face or hostages anywhere. She started to sneak towards vault. She managed to get halfway there when thugs turned around, Batgirl threw herself behind desk."I think I saw something" shorter thug said."You're just imagining things, let's go tell boss that money is in the bags" other thug said."You go, I'll check things around here"Batgirl peeked behind the desk, shorter thug stayed and longer thug walked towards offices. Thug started walking around and looked behind desks, he would soon reach Batgirl's hideout. Batgirl stayed still and waited. When thug looked behind desk where Batgirl was, he startled and was about to warn others but Batgirl kicked him to the face and he fell and didn't get up. Batgirl dragged him behind the desk and walked towards offices. There was sounds coming from last office and Batgirl walked to it and looked through the window. Two-Face was standing in the middle of the office, all hostages were on their knees in front of him. Two of the hostages were men dressed in black business suit, last hostage was woman dressed in black skirt and jacket. Two-Face had tommy gun, he was holding it with his right hand and was flipping coin with his left hand. Woman looked like she was about to cry, Two-Face walked closer to her.
"Do you fear me?" Two-Face asked.Small puddle appeared between woman's legs as she peed herself."Pathetic" Two-Face snarled."Hey!" someone shouted.Batgirl turned around, thug had came from the office behind Batgirl. He reached for his pistol but Batgirl quickly dashed forward and hit thug's head to wall, he fell down and didn't stood up. Two thugs came from other office."What's going on out there?!" Two-Face yelled.Batgirl quickly moved to the thugs and hit their heads together, they both fell down unconscious. Two-Face walked to the window and looked through it. Batgirl ran towards window and jumped through it to the office and knocked down Two-Face."Run!" She said to the hostages.Two-Face kicked her off while hostages ran away."Why can't you just die!?" he snarled.Two-Face stood up and aimed tommy gun at Batgirl, Batgirl was quicker and threw batarang. Gun flew to the corner and Two-Face snarled. Batgirl stood up and Two-Face walked closer to her. He tried to hit her but Batgirl dodged it and kicked, Two-Face blocked the kick. Two-Face tried to hit her again but she dodged and it looked like it only made Two-Face angrier. Two-Face continued attacking, Batgirl dodged attacks and sometimes tried to kick or hit him but Two-Face blocked them. Batgirl didn't want to hurt him. Harvey Dent was still somewhere, buried deep in the mind of Two-Face. He had been good friend to Bruce and valuable ally to Gordon. Two-Face was finally able to land a hit to Batgirl's face, Batgirl staggered and Two-Face kicked her to the chest. Batgirl flew backward and hit desk, Two-Face ran to tommy gun and picked it up. He turned around and aimed at Batgirl, Batgirl backflipped over the desk and threw herself to the floor behind it. Two-Face started shooting, desk gave very little cover. Bullets came through it and before Batgirl even noticed, she started to pee in her pants."You're not taking me back to Arkham!" Two-Face yelled, it sounded like he was moving towards the door.Suddenly shooting stopped and Batgirl peeked behind the desk, Two-Face tried to reload the gun. Apparently it had jammed."Lousy piece of garbage!" Two-Face yelled and threw gun to the floor.Batgirl stood up but crouched after she saw that Two-Face drew a pistol from inside his jacket."Don't try to follow me!" Two-Face fired twice and ran away.Batgirl waited a few seconds before she walked to the door, she didn't see Two-Face anywhere. She walked cautiously to the middle of the Bank and looked around. Money bags were in the vault but Two-Face was nowhere to be seen."Where did he go?" Batgirl muttered.Batgirl saw that police strike team was closing in the Bank, Batgirl used grapple gun to get to the roof.
Batgirl sat in the Batmobile and was on her way to her apartment. Police had found hidden tunnel from the Bank, Two-Face had used it to escape. Wet pants didn't feel so uncomfortable anymore. She have had so many accident within a week that it had become routine to her. There was still four blocks to go when red light started blinking on the dashboard and address appeared on the monitor. Apparently there was something minor going on in Robinson Park. Batgirl sighed, she could go to her apartment and change her pants quickly but she knew that she had to investigate first what was going on in Robinson Park.
There was no sign of police units anywhere when she arrived to the Robinson Park. Batgirl jumped out from the Batmobile and walked to the Park, she didn't know where to look or what to look. While she walked towards the center of the Park she became aware of one thing, had the number of plants increased? some bushes looked odd. Then suddenly something grabbed her from the leg, Batgirl fell on her back and something pulled her towards the center of the Park. Batgirl looked to her leg and saw vine that had spun around her leg and was pulling her. Finally vine stopped pulling but then other vine emerged from somewhere and tied her wrists together and pulled her up. Batgirl's feets barely touched the ground."I knew that if I make minor disturbance someone would come but I was waiting for Batman"Woman with red hair and green eyes appeared from the shadows. She was wearing light green pantyhose and green strapless one-piece bathing suit, her boots and gloves were also green. Her shoulders, arms and part of her chest was bare. She had miniature repeating crossbow on her right wrist."Ivy!" Batgirl said."Don't look so surprised darling, after all Arkham is empty. This had to happen sooner or later" Poison Ivy said."Let me guess, this is a revenge?" Batgirl asked."I wanted Batman but I can start with you sweetheart, you vigilantes always ruin my plans" Poison Ivy answered.Batgirl felt something spinning around her leg and moving towards her crotch, she looked down and saw vine that looked like a tentacle."Something has caught my plant's attention on you" Poison Ivy walked closer.Another vine spun around Batgirl's other leg and vines spread her legs wide, Poison Ivy stopped in front of her and examined Batgirl."Oh my, someone has been naughty" Poison Ivy smirked.She looked at Batgirl's crotch for a while with smile on her face, then turned around and walked away."I hope you don't make a mess when my plant eats you" Poison Ivy said.Vine released Batgirl's wrists and tentacles on her legs pulled up so she was upside down. Another tentacles spun around her arms and turned her around. Batgirl let out silent scream, she was looking at huge plant that had teeth or rather she was looking into its mouth. Batgirl struggled, tried to free her arms and legs. She managed to free her right arm. Batgirl quickly grabbed batarang from her belt and used it to cut tentacle on her left arm."Stop it, what are you doing?!" Poison Ivy shouted.
Batgirl cut rest of the tentacles, plant made a sound that sounded like it was in pain. Batgirl fell on the ground and quickly stood up, Poison Ivy was walking closer and aiming her with crossbow."My baby, you hurt it!" Poison Ivy fired the crossbow.Batgirl crouched and arrow hit the plant, it made sounds and Poison Ivy grabbed her head like she was also in pain."No! look what you made me do!"Batgirl ran away, Poison Ivy fired the crossbow but missed."I will find you!" Poison Ivy said.Batgirl was hiding behind bushes when Poison Ivy walked past her without noticing her. Bushes shook and Poison Ivy turned quickly around and fired, Batgirl barely managed to dodge. Hiding was useless, Poison Ivy was communicating with the plants. Batgirl ran to random direction and soon she saw small building, it was public toilet and maintenance building. Batgirl heard sound behind her and she turned around, Poison Ivy was walking closer. Batgirl backed away until her back hit the wall of the building. Poison Ivy was two steps away from Batgirl when she fired the crossbow, Batgirl had anticipated that so she was able to dodge the arrow by throwing herself to the left. Arrow hit the water pipe and water gushed to the flagstones. Batgirl backed away while Poison Ivy reloaded crossbow, she was standing on the water puddle. Batgirl noticed power line above Poison Ivy, Batgirl grabbed batarang from her belt and threw it. Batarang cut the power line and it fell to the water puddle. Poison Ivy screamed in pain as electric shocks ran through her body. Batgirl grabbed another batarang from belt and threw it, batarang cut the power line again from different place. Poison Ivy fell forward and didn't move. Batgirl stood up and quickly ran to Poison Ivy and made sure that she was still alive. Batgirl sighed in relief and when she straightened herself she noticed something. Poison Ivy had large dark patch on her crotch and obvious bulge on her bottom, she had lost her bladder and bowel control when she was electrocuted. Batgirl felt sorry for her but she couldn't do anything about it, she heard police sirens nearby.
Batgirl was hiding behind bushes when couple police officers arrived to the scene, at the same time Poison Ivy was regaining consciousness. Police handcuffed Poison Ivy and helped her up. Bullock arrived to the scene with two police officers."What happened here?" Bullock asked and waved towards water puddle and power line.Poison Ivy was looking at the ground or she was looking at the dark patch on her crotch. Bullock turned his attention to Poison Ivy."Did she peed in her pants?" Bullock asked.Poison Ivy raised her gaze and looked at Bullock like she wanted to kill him."And what is that awful smell?""Take me out of here!" Poison Ivy yelled.Police walked Poison Ivy away."I'd hate to be the one who has to clean her costume" Bullock blurted.
Batgirl returned to the Batcave and she hurried to the storage before Alfred arrived to the Cave. She changed her pants and walked to the Batcomputer."Any luck with Harvey?" Alfred asked and handed cup of tea to Batgirl."No, he managed to escape but we caught Poison Ivy. She was in Robinson Park" Batgirl took a sip from cup."And what Miss Isley wanted?" Alfred asked."Revenge against Batman" Batgirl said."So typical" Alfred blurted."How's Dick?" Batgirl asked."Master Dick is sleeping, his wounds are healing at good rate" Alfred answered."Good. Could you make some coffee? I think this is gonna be long night" Batgirl said."Certainly" Alfred walked to the stairs and left the Cave.Next hour Batgirl investigated more files and documents, Alfred was once again dusting. Batcomputer beeped and popup appeared on the screen, it was high level alert."Troubles?" Alfred asked."High level alert, it coming from Wayne Enteprice's warehouse" Batgirl read from the screen."More medical- or laboratory equipment robberies?" Alfred suggested."Only one way to find out" Batgirl ran to Batmobile, jumped in and drove off.
From the outside warehouse looked intact, there was no sign of any vehicles nearby. Batgirl parked Batmobile and jumped out."Am I too late?" Batgirl thought.She grabbed grapple gun and used it to get to the roof, she immediately noticed that skylight was open. Batgirl walked to it, crouched and looked in. She saw piles of crates but no intruder. Batgirl took rope from belt, tied it to nearest thing that will hold and rappelled inside the warehouse. Almost immediately when her feets touched the floor, someone grabbed her with chokehold from behind. She fainted before she even managed to do anything.
It was dark, she could see anything. First she thought that she had been blindfolded but then she realised that the room was dark. Batgirl moved a little, at least she was able to move. Her wrists were tied together above her, rope was tied to roof. Suddenly light turned on and Batgirl was blinded for a brief moment. When she was able to see again, she saw that light only illuminated small circle around her. Her utility belt was on the chair near her. There was someone else in the room, she could hear it but she couldn't see."Who's there?!" Batgirl tried to keep her voice steady.Heavy steps and they came closer."Who are you?!" Batgirl was afraid.Huge figure came forth to the light. Man dressed in wrestling suit, black tank top and blue pants. Black mask, face part was white, mouth and nose were visible. White dispenser on left wrist, there was tube going from dispenser to the back of the mask. Batgirl had never seen him personally but she had read the file about him."Bane?""You have done your homework little one" Bane answered.Rest of the lights turned on. They weren't in the room, it was huge hall and they were on the second floor corridor."Where are we?" Batgirl asked."In the old abandoned Arkham wing" Bane said."Why are you in Gotham?""To get my revenge on Batman but since he isn't here I start with you. How much pain can you endure before your mind snaps?"Bane approached Batgirl. Suddenly window above them shattered, Bane and Batgirl looked up. Something black landed between them, batarang flew through air and cut the rope that was holding Batgirl. Figure stood up, black cape, mask, gloves and boots. Gray suit, black bat symbol on the yellow oval. Batman had arrived."You okay?" Batman asked from Batgirl without taking his gaze from Bane."Yeah, I'm alright" Batgirl answered after she had freed her hands.Batgirl grabbed her belt from the chair and put it on, Batman and Bane were staring each other."So you have finally arrived" Bane broke the silence."You still use my allies to get me?" Batman answered."I didn't touch her, besides that trap was meant for you" Bane said."Who hired you this time, Thorne again?"
"Thorne didn't hire me, I was hired by someone else""How much it is this time? double?""I'm not doing this for the money, simply for revenge. And I received something far more important than money, or what do you think? Mister Wayne"Batman's facial expression remained the same but Batgirl was horrified, how could he know Batman's identity."I have already beaten you before, what has changed?" Batman asked."Everything, it's exciting to know that the man behind the mask is just an ordinary billionaire" Bane answered."You're wrong, I am not ordinary""We'll see" Bane turned controller on dispenser.Venom started pumping into Bane's body and pumped him twice as big."Oh my god" Batgirl whispered.She had never seen something like that and she was terrified. Warmness spread in her pants as she wet herself in fear, urine ran down her legs into her boots, gushed from her crotch to the floor. At this moment it was the most wonderful feeling in the world."This time I will break you!" Bane yelled.Bane approached Batman and hit, Batman easily dodged the hit and kicked Bane to the stomach. Bane didn't flinch, he tried to hit Batman again but Batman was faster than Bane. Batman hit Bane twice with both hands to the face, it had very little effect. Bane slapped with the back of the hand and this time it hit Batman. Batman staggered but recovered quickly, he jumped backward and waited. Bane approached and Batman hit him again to the face and then kicked him. Bane grabbed Batman from leg and threw him to the floor. Batman stood up and continued attacking. Batgirl could only stand there and watch, Batman and Bane shared kicks and punches. Batman dodged most of the Bane's attacks but some of them landed. Batman's attacks barely had any effect on Bane. She didn't know how long she was standing there, Batman and Bane fought like it would be their last battle. Neither of them showed any exhaustion. Batman's corner of the mouth was bleeding little, Bane didn't have any injuries. Batman dashed forward and Bane managed to land a heavy hit, Batman flew backward.
"Batman!" Batgirl said.She couldn't just stand there and watch, she had to do something. She ran towards Bane."Batgirl don't!" Batman yelled.Batgirl hit Bane to the face, it felt like she was hitting steel wall. She jumped and kicked Bane but it didn't have any effect either. Bane turned his attention to Batgirl and hit her twice to the abdomen, the pain was excruciating. Bane hit with uppercut and kicked Batgirl to chest. Batgirl flew backwards and fell on her back."Batgirl!" Batman yelled and stood up.Excruciating pain on her lower abdomen increased, her organs were on fire. Then suddenly the pain vanished, at the same time she felt huge bulge appearing on her bottom. Batgirl felt dizzy, her bottom was now heavy. It felt like everything that had been inside her, was now in her pants. Batman dashed towards Bane and hit him, Bane staggered. Batman hit him again and again and again, Bane backed away until he was at the railing. Batman took few steps and kicked Bane to the chest, he spun over the railing and fell down. Batman walked to the railing and looked down. Batgirl crawled closer. Bane stood up and backed away."How is this possible, we are equal despite of Venom. You are no ordinary man, what are you?" Bane sounded surprised.Batman jumped over the railing and landed few steps away from Bane, Batman answered and his every word was filled with anger."I am vengeance...I am the night...I am BATMAN!"And he dashed forward and hit Bane, Bane fell on his knee. Batman kicked and Bane fell on his back. Batman backed away, he was getting exhausted."So be it" Bane stood up."I will make you beg for mercy! and scream my name!" Bane turned controller on dispenser.Bane started to pump bigger. Amazement expression was on Batman's face for a brief moment but then it was gone."Batman!" Bane yelled and ran towards Batman.Batman dodged and Bane ran past him then stopped and looked around. Batgirl suddenly understand what was going on. Bane had took too much Venom, his strength might have grown but it affected too much on his brains. Bane turned around and ran again towards Batman and tried to hit him. Batman dodged again and Bane ran to wall. He turned around."I will break you!" he yelled.Batman quickly glanced behind him, it was wrong move. Bane ran towards him and managed to land a hit. Batman flew long distance until he hit the wall. Bane was running towards him. Batman threw himself to the floor just before Bane hit. Bane's fist went through wall and suddenly electric shocks ran through his body. Bane had hit some wires inside the wall. Batman slowly stood up, he was totally exhausted. Suddenly Bane fell to his back, electricity must have short circuited somewhere. Batman walked to Bane and pulled tube from Bane's mask, Venom drained to the floor and Bane returned normal."Batman...must find...who is...break you!" Bane muttered."What happened to him?" Batgirl asked, she was finally able to stand up."Apparently Venom overdose and electric shocks has affected his brain" Batman answered."So does that mean that your identity is safe" Batgirl said."It looks that way, only time will tell" Batman walked towards Batgirl.
"How did you know where I was?" Batgirl asked."I didn't, it was a hunch""Where is Robin?""I left him with Alfred and Dick, we arrived shortly after you had left the Batcave. We caught Riddler few hours ago""Now we can focus on those medical equipment robberies and Arkham breakout" Batgirl said."Bane was behind Arkham breakout""How do you know?" Batgirl was surprised."I read the files in Batwing and Dick told me what you have done""Then who is behind medical equipment robberies?""His boss""You know who that is?""Yes""Why I am not surprised?" Batgirl said."Bane revealed who it is when he said my name. Only one person comes to mind""Who?""Ra's al Ghul" Batman answered.
"Very well done, detective" male voice said.Man walked to the hall where they were. Every part of his clothing was green, even his cape. Man had little black hair."Why Ra's?" Batman asked."A plan was to make Lazarus Pit less dangerous but it seems to be impossible. Victor Fries was a perfect man for stealing medical- and laboratory equipments since he is a scientist" Ra's al Ghul smiled a little."And the Arkham breakout?" Batman asked."Just to test your limits but then we learned that you aren't in Gotham so we watched your pupil's struggle. She lacks certain things" Ra's al Ghul glanced Batgirl briefly.Batgirl suddenly had a bad feeling, was Ra's al Ghul talking about her lack of bladder and bowel control?"Where is Nora Fries?" Batman asked."She is in here, safe" Ra's al Ghul answered."I'm taking you into custody" Batman approached Ra's al Ghul but stopped when someone shot at the floor between them."I can't let you do that, beloved"Woman appeared from the shadows, she had black hair and pink dress that was pretty revealing. She had revolver on her right hand."Talia" Batman was surprised.Batgirl reached for the batarang but Batman raised his hand and told her not to do anything without even looking at her."Wise move detective" Ra's al Ghul said and glanced Batgirl."Talia" Batman said again."I'm sorry beloved" Talia answered.Ra's al Ghul smiled to Batman, turned around and walked away. Talia followed him but walked backward, staring at Batman who stared back. Then they disappeared in the shadows."Beloved?" Batgirl said."Let's find Nora and inform Gordon" Batman said.
It didn't take long for them to find Nora. She had been in one of the cells and was unharmed. They had informed Gordon and were returning to Cave, or at least that's what Batgirl thought. Batman stopped Batmobile near Barbara's apartment."What are we doing in here?" Batgirl asked."You need to see doctor first, you might wanna clean yourself a little" Batman answered.Batgirl knew that bulge on her bottom was very visible, probably even half-blind would see it from far away. Despite of that she felt herself blushing. She jumped out from the Batmobile."I pick you up after half an hour" Batman said and drove off.Batgirl used grapple gun to get to the roof. She made sure that there was no-one before she went to her apartment. She had never felt herself so dirty. After she took off her costume she took a shower and stayed there for twenty minutes. While putting on black bras and panties her glance wandered around diaper pack. She shook her head and put on her costume, walked to the window and jumped out. Batman arrived to pick her up exactly after half an hour had passed. They didn't spoke a single word during the drive. Batgirl was blushing through whole drive. Leslie Thompkins was a good friend of Bruce Wayne and Batman turned to her when he needed medical attention that went beyond the abilities of himself or Alfred. Leslie was operating in Crime Alley. It felt strange to tell Leslie what had happened during fight against Bane, how she had soiled herself. Batgirl also told about what had happened during her fights with Catwoman, at this point Batgirl bursted into tears. After a moment she was able to control herself and Leslie examined her carefully. Batgirl knew that results would be bad but it still was hard to hear them. Her bladder and bowel sphincters were badly damaged, they would heal in time but it was very slow process. During that time she had no control over her bladder or bowel.
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Barbara closed diary and put it on the table. It had been two weeks since their fight with Bane and she didn't notice any kind of improvement in her condition. Phone rang and Barbara picked up the handset."Hello" she answered."It's me, I need your help" it was Batman."What's going on?""Two-Face has sighted at the Dixon Dock" Batman answered."Okay""I'll be there in five minutes" Batman hung up the phone.Barbara put down the handset, stood up and walked to the closet. During that walk she noticed that her panties were wet, she had wet herself when she had been reading her diary. Barbara opened the closet and took Batgirl costume from it. When Barbara had ordered diapers from online she had felt herself like a kid in candy shop and didn't know what to buy, so she had bought many different kinds. There was at least dozen diaper packs in her closet, all kind of diapers. From pull-up diapers that felt like regular panties all the way to extremely bulky tape diapers. Usually she put on a diaper that was little bulky and slightly visible underneath her costume. Few times she had even dared to put on extremely bulky diaper. In her apartment she didn't wore diapers because she wanted to train her muscles but that didn't work out well and she had to do laundry more often. During the nights she wore two diapers just for fun and because she had more accidents while she was sleeping. Barbara removed her blue dress, it was wet from the back. Barbara walked to the bathroom and threw dress in washing machine. She was about to take off her pink panties when she had an idea. She walked back to the closet and took tape diaper from one package. Barbara walked to bed, set diaper on the bed and sat on it. She set diaper perfectly, made sure it was tight and attached tapes. Wet panties under diaper felt good. Barbara put on Batgirl costume. She looked herself from the mirror. Diaper was slightly bulging on her bottom and crotch. Batgirl patted her bottom, walked to the window and jumped out. They still needed to apprehend Two-Face, Killer Croc and the rest of Arkham inmates.
THE END
I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I am currently writing another story, this time I write the whole story and then post it here. This time it's my own creation. I also have few other story ideas. Probably gonna write another Batgirl story, might even consider writing part 2 for this story. Or I go back to Resident Evil. It's up to you what you want, but next one is the one that I am currently writing. I think that was all I had in mind right now. |
"Hey! Don't forget to get me some popcorn! And a drink!" Blair shouted to her sister, Clair, who was queuing up at the counter for purchase the popcorn for the two of them.
"She doesn't have to shout.. Ugh.." Clair grumbled to herself and waited for her turn to make the order. "One- No wait two medium popcorn and two large drinks thank you." Smiling at the cashier, passing the money and walking shakily with the amount of things on her hands into the cinema room.
The crowd slowly began to swarm the room, causing Clair to bump into people, nearly dropping the drinks. "Thanks!" Blair said, helping Clair to hold her part of the popcorn and drinks, "I'll pay you later alright?" Walking off to the seat where she had put her bag on already.
Ten minutes into the movie, Clair felt a tingling feeling in her bladder but soon ignored it as the movie caught her attention. "It's starting off pretty good yea?" Blair whispered to her, "Shh!" Clair quickly replied, not wanting to be distracted by her sister.
"Geez.. Why so serious?" Blair sticked out her tongue to Clair, despite knowing she won't see a thing in the dark room. "Wow, I'm really missing out." Taking a sip of her drink and eating her popcorn before focusing on the movie.
An hour has past in the movie and Clair began to feel the pressure in her bladder building up, putting her leg up and started to fidget. "Oh, not now. It's already at the good bits." She mumbled.
Blair yawned as she took another sip of her drink, "Why does she even like to watch movies at night?" Grumbling under her teeth as she took a handful of popcorn and shoved it in her mouth.
Another half an hour has past into the movie, Clair began to feel it worsen, fidgeting non-stop in the dark room. "It's ending, I know it is!" She thought to herself, taking off her hoodie and balling it up and jamming it in between her legs hoping it would help. "Hey, you alright there?" Blair asked, leaning over to Clair, noticing that her sister is definitely in some discomfort.
"Hey.. You alright?" Blair asked again - no reply from Clair. She moved closer and placed her hand randomly on Clair, Clair jumped from her seat as she felt another hand pushing harder on her hoodie, feeling a small spurt leaving her body. "Oh.. I'm sorry." Blair quickly said, moving her hand away from her, still unsure what was the problem - does she have to use the bathroom or is she just having a stomachache? She thought to herself, shifting focus from the movie to her sister.
"Fin." The big screen in the room showed, lights brightened up and the credits began to roll. "Come on." Blair said, helping Clair up. She let out a soft scream, feeling her bladder sway, "Please.. Don't.." The redness on her face was now more clear with the brighter lighting in the room.
Clair moved around more in her seat, looking down at her hoodie between her legs. Blair sat down and waited for the crowds to spread at the exit doors, "If worse comes to worse..." Blair took out the cap of the empty large drink, "Y-You could do it here." Blushing slightly knowing how ridiculous of an idea that was.
Crowds began to disperse and time was running out for Clair. "You have two options. Do it in... that... Or going to the washroom and risk yourself getting..." Blair mumbled close to Clair, hoping for a quick reply. "I'm still fine." Clair blushes, looking at the empty drink, "That's crazy!" Slowly standing up and walking out of the seats and towards the door, with Blair next to her just to make sure she's okay.
Blair sighed and helped her shaky sister out of the cinema, "The cinema's washrooms must be full now from all the people, I can make it home." Clair lied through her teeth, walking in small but quick steps. "You're just out of you're mind aren't you?" Blair sighed, thinking of what else can be done to help Clair's discomfort.".
"Why are you still holding that..?" Clair asked softly, feeling weaker each step she took. "Precautions." Blair answered, worrying that she won't even make it back in time. "I-I can't hold it much longer.." Muttering softly to Blair, her legs fidgeting. "Hey hey not now!" Blair said in panic, they haven't crossed the road yet! "I'll carry you on my back or something alright?" She said again, feeling the panic and confusion running inside her more. "I don-" Clair couldn't finished as Blair quickly lifted her up and carried her on her back across the road, "W-What are you doing?" She blushed, hiding her face in Blair's back, feeling a small leak leave her again.
Clair dropped off Blair's back, shaking more than before. "I'm sorry.. I just thought it was the right thing to do." Blair apologized for panicking, despite knowing Clair won't reply, so she quickly helped her walk slowly back home.
"I.. I really can't hold it anymore.." Clair mumbled, seeing that their home isn't far. "I guess this is it." Blair said seriously, passing her the empty cup. "No! Just n-no.." Shaking and fidgeting, feeling another spurt leave her. "Fine." Blushing bright red as she took it from Blair's hand, feeling a leak - but it was more constant.
"I'm so sorry!" Clair said, covering her crotch trying to stop the liquid flowing out but to no avail, feeling it flow down her legs and onto the floor, making a growing puddle under her. Blair stood rooted, watching her sister pee herself.
After Clair completely soaked herself, she teared up and couldn't look at Blair in the eye. Blair kept quiet, hugging her sister close to her, and brought her back home. "How am I going to explain this?" Clair asked worriedly, "I got it covered for you." Blair smiled, as they reached home and opened the door.
(I would like to try to start to make fiction stories more often, but I'm still not very good at it. Feedback would greatly appreciated. Thanks~ :) ) |
There were three things Skyla loved most in the world; Pokémon battles, her Pokémon, and above all else, flying the skies of Unova. And what was today but a perfect day for a flight? The skies were clear, the wind was calm, and the sun was shining bright.
Luckily, Skyla had just gotten a cargo delivery order, and would get to enjoy the fantastic weather as she flew to Nimbasa city to deliver some electronics needed in her friend Elesa's gym. Not only would she get to fly, but in the downtime while the plane was checked over and unloaded, she'd get to spend some time with Elesa!
It seemed like today was going to be a great day. She hurriedly changed into her (very non-regulation) sky-blue flight suit, and in her rush forced one of her buckles to close, rather than gently securing it. Feeling a slight pressure in her bladder, as she had just recently woken up and had not yet relieved herself.
As she checked herself in the mirror, admiring the way the flightsuit hugged her body, she considered taking the shorts off and using the toilet...but no! It was a pain to get on, and her pre-flight checklist was starting soon! Skyla hurried to the hangar, eager to start her flight, and to see her friend, pushing the minor discomfort in her bladder out of her mind.
~After the long and dull process of checking the plane's fuel levels, and insuring safety features were functioning properly, Skyla was finally prepared to begin her flight! While she didn't enjoy the pre-flight checklist, the boredom was always tempered by the inevitable thrill she'd feel once she was airborne. As the plane was taxied to the runway, Skyla felt her heart begin to soar. Sure, a cargo delivery wasn't as fun as flying with her Pokémon, but it was a close second that brought in some income.Skyla powered up the jet's turbines, finally ready to take to the skies of Unova. While it should have been a short flight from Mistralton City to Nimbasa City, Skyla had bumped up the estimated arrival time a bit, giving her some time to really enjoy the flight. Usually, the Mistralton Cargo Service lived by the slogan “Quick and Safe!”, but since this delivery was more personal than usual, Skyla decided she'd take it slow, and really enjoy herself. During the turbulent process of take-off, however, it dawned on her that skipping the toilet might have been a bigger problem than expected. Every time the plane bumped, she felt the pressure in her bladder spike, feeling the piss inside of her fighting to burst out with every jostle of the jet. Skyla wasn't going to let her need ruin her fun though! She crossed her legs tightly, gritted her teeth, and focused on the flight.
~Once the plane was above the choppy winds of the lower altitudes, and in the calmer upper air, Skyla could finally relax. While her bladder was still very full, it was much more manageable now that the ride had smoothed out. She smiled to herself as she guided the plane towards Nimbasa City. While she definitely wanted to enjoy herself as long as possible, it wouldn't hurt for her to be near the city. Especially if her predicament worsened! If she arrived before she was expected, Elesa would likely be busy with either her modeling, or her gym leader duties, and Skyla could easily slip off to the bathroom without wasting any of the time they'd spend together! With how rarely the two got to see each other because of their busy lives, Skyla couldn't bare to waste a moment she could be spending with her friend.
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I can't handle much more of this... Skyla thought to herself, as she turned the jet towards the landing strip at Nimbasa City. She had been flying for a while, and though she wanted to spend more time up in the air, Skyla knew she'd be pushing her limit if she didn't land as soon as possible and make her way to a bathroom to relieve herself. The pressure in her abdomen was slowly developing into pain, as she became more and more desperate for relief. She crossed her legs, and began bouncing up and down as she tried to get the feelings of desperation to stop, at least long enough for her to land and make it to a bathroom. Her landing was even more turbulent than take-off, however, and Skyla was hard pressed to contain herself. As the plane bounced and shook, Skyla had to take one hand off the controls, and press between her legs to hold it in. As her descent finally came to an end, the huge jostle as the plane touched down was too much, and Skyla let out a desperate squeak as she leaked slightly, though she managed to stop before she completely lost all control.As Skyla unbuckled the belts securing her to the seat, she checked her sky-blue shorts, to see if her leak was noticeable. Luckily, it didn't appear to have gotten through her underwear, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Having landed, and with the slight relief from her slight accident, Skyla felt as though she could make it to the bathroom without further incident. She disembarked from the plane, heading towards the bathrooms at the back of Elesa's gym, and thought to herself Well, since I'm a bit early, there's no chance Elesa will be ready to spend time together. Looks like I got off lucky today! But just as she approached the gym, she heard a familiar voice ring out.
“Skyla! You made it her early! That's not like you at all.” Elesa said, with a laugh. “I know you like to relax and take your time while you fly here. I was just coming to the runway to wait for your arrival, but I guess we can start hanging out now.”
Skyla's heart sank, she didn't want to waste any time that she could spend with Elesa. She smiled happily, though, deciding she could easily fight off her bladder if it meant spending time with her best friend! “I know, and I had a wonderful time flying today, but I decided to surprise you and drop by early! Do you have any plans for us today?”
“I thought we'd just have lunch at my place, it's nearby and all, so we wouldn't have to worry about getting you back late after my equipment is unloaded. Thanks for the delivery, by the way!” Elesa said, beginning to walk towards her apartment, which she had built into the back of her gym.
“I should thank you for giving me a chance to fly over here!” Skyla said, followed by a giggle. “You know how much I love to fly, and it's been far too long since we've seen each other!” It was difficult for Skyla to keep her bladder under control as she followed Elesa, especially with the added difficulty of keeping her situation secret. Being behind Elesa helped a lot, as the slight stagger during especially intense shots of desperation could be hidden easily, and she could keep a hand gently pressing between her legs for further support.
~Elesa and Skyla continued their conversation, until they finally reached Elesa's apartment. By now, it was taking all of Skyla's strength to keep from losing control of her bladder, and wetting herself. As such, their conversation had tapered off somewhat awkwardly soon after they were in the apartment.“Are you okay, Skyla?” Elesa asked, placing a friendly hand on her shoulder. “There seems to be something bothering you.”
“N-no, Elesa, there's nothing wrong. Just a bit tired after the flight...” Skyla said, hoping Elesa wouldn't see through her thin excuse. She glanced at the bathroom in the apartment, wondering if she should just go ahead and excuse herself. Surely Elesa wouldn't mind a small interruption. “Actually, do you think I could use your bathroom? The flight was a bit longer than I...” Skyla's words froze in her throat, and she was capable of nothing more than a squeak, as the worst twinge of pain yet rocked through her. A short spurt of piss shot out of her, wetting the crotch of her shorts. She managed to regain control, though only barely. “Longer than I thought!” she blurted out, heading towards the bathroom.
Elesa seemed stunned by seeing her friend nearly wet herself, but after a moment said “Yes, of course! Let me know if you need anything!” Skyla rushed to the bathroom, both hands between her legs as she tried to control herself. Safely in the bathroom, she breathed a sigh of relief, and began unbuckling the shorts from her flight suit. The first buckle undid easily, and Skyla thought Yes, I'm going to make it! The small spurt from earlier is visible, but it'll clean up easily! I made it after all! But just as she reached her absolute limit, she tried to open the second buckle. It wouldn't budge. It was still stuck from her impatience earlier, when she had forced it closed rather than properly connecting it. She quickly tried yanking her shorts down, to see if she could just get them off far enough, but it was no use. One side came down slightly, exposing her thigh and buttock, but she hadn't cleared enough room, as she doubled over in pain.
“No!” she shouted, and moaned in despair as her bladder finally overpowered her. Her hot piss shot out of her, soaking her shorts and turning the crotch and seat a much darker blue, then rushed down her legs and hissed loudly. She collapsed onto the toilet, stabilizing herself with a hand on the wall, and feeling the cold seat through her wet shorts, continuing to piss all the while. Finally, after her piss puddled on the floor below her and the toilet, Skyla was empty. The relief she felt was incredible, eclipsed only be the shame that she had pissed herself in her best friend's bathroom, and made quite a mess of herself and the floor.
As she sat panting on the toilet, and felt tears well up in her eyes, she heard a knock at the door. “Skyla?” Elesa asked. “Are you okay? I heard you shout 'No!', and then nothing after.”
“N-no, Elesa! I...I didn't make it. I've ruined your bathroom, my clothes are soaked through...I'm awful!” Skyla said, beginning to sob.
Elesa opened the door, and rushed in. She helped Skyla to stand, and hugged her reassuringly. “No, Skyla, don't say that! We can get this all cleaned up, don't you worry. After all, something like this happened to me, once.”
“R-really?” Skyla asked, incredulous. “But you always seem so calm and collected! I can't see anything like this ever happening to you.”
“I'll tell you the story sometime, it's actually kind of funny in its own way. Maybe I can tell you after we get you cleaned up! Feel free to go ahead and shower, though, Skyla. I'll have some clean clothes for you to change into once you're out, and get your clothes started in the wash.” Elesa said, smiling at Skyla warmly.
“Thanks, Elesa.” Skyla said, as she fiddled with the stubborn buckle, attempting to undress. “I'm sorry I ruined our lunch with this...I just wanted everything to go well today, and was impatient to get into the air...”
“It's okay, Skyla. Don't you worry, we'll still get our lunch! And I promise, nobody will find out about this accident!” Elesa said, as she walked out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Skyla finished undressing, and stepped into the shower, feeling reassured, and excited for the time she and Elesa could share once she was cleaned up.
A/N: This is the first entry in what should be a series of Omorashi about Gym Leaders from Pokemon. I started with Skyla for no reason in particular, though she is one of my favorite Gym Leaders (Gen V in general had a great cast, though.) Hopefully, this will be followed up by a story for Elesa, though I'm not sure when I'll get around to it. Not really sure how well I captured the characters, etc., as they don't really talk much in the games and that's my only real source. Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing it, and hope everyone enjoys it!
Edited April 17, 2015 by Jack Napier
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A/N: The final request from my free request event! I was happy to do something with Catwoman, because I love her and love doing DC stuff. I was intending to do something for her eventually, and this got it done a bit faster than I would have on my own.
Selina Kyle was all dolled up in her leather suit, the look completed by the cat ears and mask that she wore. She was known in the criminal world as Catwoman, and tonight she would be making one hell of a steal for her personal collection.
Some old aristocrat had recently obtained a very valuable, jewel encrusted statuette of a cat- something that this cat burglar could not resist taking for her own. Of course, she was wealthy enough to have bought it honestly, but there was no fun in doing something like that. She much preferred the thrill and adventure that came along with stealing what she wanted.
As the sun set, she entered the streets, managing to stay unseen in the shadows as she went, until she had reached the upscale apartment building where the man was known to live. Of course, he occupied the penthouse, so it would require a bit of climbing, but nothing more than she was used to. It was another part of the excitement, after all. The only thing that would make this night better would be a chase with the Batman! But if the news reports were anything to go by, he would be otherwise occupied with a recent escape by the Joker.
Oh well, she thought, at least he won't be getting in the way of my little theft. And she continued to scale the building, until she reached one of the windows of the penthouse. After a bit of fiddling with the lock, she was in.
The security was much too weak and she could tell that the man thought he was too high up to really be burgled by anyone who wouldn't have to deal with the security on the ground floor. He was practically begging her to rob him!
It was just as she was starting to think that this job was too easy, and that a confrontation might actually make it better, that Selina realized she had made a mistake earlier. In all her excitement with getting ready, she did not pause to think about emptying her bladder before she left. She hadn't felt a pressing urge and therefore the thought had not entered her mind at all. Now, however, she was regretting it.
She just had to find the statuette, grab it, and get out; that was all there was to it, and so she shoved the nagging sensation in her bladder out of her mind. She'd take care of that when the job was done. And so she began a quick search of the penthouse, trying to find where he had put the cat on display. The rooms were filled with several tacky and expensive objects, but never the one she wanted.
By the time she finally found what she was looking for, her bladder had filled a bit more, and she was glad that she could take her leave now. She knew that it wouldn't be long before she was fidgeting and resisting the temptation to cross her legs, and she was lucky to be done at the perfect moment.
And then she heard the front door opening and she would have sworn rather loudly if that wouldn't have given away her position.
With the man of the house slowly approaching her and the nearest window too far for her to reach, she had no choice but to dive into the nearest closet and hope that he would not look around in there before she had another opportunity to escape. She had the door closed just in time, and she remained silent, breathing as shallowly as possible to avoid giving away her presence.
She could hear him shuffling around outside the door, but he did not come near the closet, so she figured she would be safe until he left again or went to bed. Still, she had no way of knowing when that would be, and her bladder was seriously starting to protest all of this standing around and waiting. The tightness of her costume did nothing to lessen the pressure, and for once she regretted her choice of leather.
She shifted her weight from foot to foot, trying not touch anything that might make any noise. It was hard to fidget quietly, but she had to do something to make this a little less hard on her. She thought about crossing her legs, but she needed to see if she'd knock anything over if she tried first.
After a quick glance around the dark closet, she found a way to maneuver her legs that would not make any unnecessary noise. With her legs crossed, she felt a bit better, but she really wished she hadn't neglected her bladder for so long. It was hitting her all at once just how terribly she actually had to pee, but of course there was nothing she could do about it now. She was stuck, in a tight leather suit, listening to the man shuffle around outside the door, never giving her an opening.
She could barely hold still, and her small movements to avoid attracting attention were not enough to really help her out. She felt so confined by her tight clothing, and she was positively bursting. What had started as a small need had turned into an unbearable throbbing as she felt closer and closer to wetting herself.
She jiggled her legs and grit her teeth, wanting to scream but refraining. Really, it wouldn't be so hard for her to escape the man, but if he saw her, he would alert the police, and she did not wanting anything to slow her down. She had to get to a bathroom, and quickly, or else.
When she felt as though she really would be soaking her clothes and this man's closet, she suddenly heard him exit the room and head off for another. When she heard the shower start, she knew that she was in the clear, as least for now. She hobbled to the window, climbing out and beginning the process of scaling down, which was made incredibly difficult by the strain on her bladder.
When she was halfway down the building, she felt a spurt of piss escape her and froze, trying to regain control. But she could just stay hanging on the side of a building, or else someone was bound to spot her. She had to force herself to continue going down, even as she felt herself leak again and again. By the time her feet hit the ground, the inside of her leather pants was quite damp, and yet her bladder still felt unbearably full. She didn't know how she would last until she got home, but she slipped into the alleys to begin the walk.
She went as quickly as her overfull bladder would allow her to go, which is to say, she went at the pace of a snail. She jammed a hand between her legs, gripping her crotch to try and prevent any more leaks and keep herself under control, but it did not do her much good as a few more spurts came in rapid succession.
She tried to pick up the pace, but her hurried steps were her downfall as her bladder, jostled and stretched beyond its capacity, gave up on her and released its contents in a hurried, hot gush. She stopped short as she felt the stream run down her legs, completely flooding her catsuit and filling her shoes. A bit escaped her clothes and formed a small puddle beneath her on the ground, but the majority of her piss was contained, much to her discomfort.
Selina could not believe she had just pissed herself like that, in the middle of an alley, on her way home from a rather fantastic theft. She was lucky enough, at least, that with the combined effort of dark leather and nighttime, nothing would be visible, but she still was horrified that she had done that.
Her boots squished the rest of the way home, and she could feel the wetness of the inside of her pants rubbing against her thighs. Really, this had been a terribly unlucky night for her and her bladder, and when she got home, she was quick to undress and hop in the shower.
“Well,” she said to herself, “at least I got away.”
A/N: I hope I got the details of wet leather right. I tried my darnedest and got advice from wherever I could, at least. Otherwise, hope I captured Catwoman well and satisfied your desires! |
A/N: This story is shamelessly self-indulgent, and inspired by a concept explored by Daniel and I during some Two-Face discussion. What can I say? I have such an obnoxiously huge crush on Harvey in Animated Series, I just couldn't resist making him a victim.
It was known to everyone that, since becoming Two-Face, Harvey Dent had become increasingly more dependent on coin flips to make his decisions. It had started out such a simple thing; if he was faced with a tough situation, he turned it into a simple game of either or. That was the only fair way to decide anything, after all, and as time went on, that started to become the way he decided almost everything.
It was not something that he could control, really. One day, he would be perfectly capable of making a choice on his own, and the next, he would feel a now-familiar nagging urge to flip until he could not imagine ever being capable of deciding such a thing. And from that point on, he would have no choice but to flip every time he was faced with that decision.
And on one day, he found himself in a rather bad situation because that. He had been sitting in his hideout, completely alone. He was completely alone because, while he had narrowly escaped his last brush with the law, his henchmen had not. He needed some time to regroup and plan for his next move. There were plenty of thugs for hire in Gotham, but he was a very picky man, and that meant he had a lot of thinking, researching, and coin flipping to do before he could settle on any two henchmen.
And it was while he was doing exactly that that his concentration was broken by a sharp twinge from his bladder. He had been too focused on his search for hired help to really think about anything else, but now his bladder had filled to the point that he had to think about it, and as he thought about it, he started to feel that damned nagging. It was as physical as it was mental and his thumb twitched as he became hyper-aware of the weight of the coin in his pocket.
He tried to reason with himself, telling himself that there was no sense in flipping over this; getting up and going for a piss was not an important decision to be made and he already knew exactly what he should do. And yet he was frozen in his chair, as the less reasonable part of him insisted that he could not decide this by himself.
“Alright, alright,” he grumbled, pulling the coin from his pocket. “Heads, I go now. Tails, I wait an hour and ask again.” And he positioned the coin on his thumb, flipping it. Tails.
He growled a bit under his breath before going back to work. He could feel a dull throb in his bladder, but he knew he could hold it for another hour. It was only the slightest of inconveniences and he thought that perhaps it was a good thing he had flipped. He really did need more time to find proper henchmen and he really was capable of holding it for longer.
He was quickly able to forget his swelling bladder and the entire two-liter he had had to drink earlier- if he did not drink it in one sitting, it would no longer be a two-liter when he returned to it- and really believed that everything was going to be just fine for him.
And for the first half hour, it was. He barely noticed the dull throbbing, but after thirty minutes, it had grown to be somewhat painful. He found himself constantly shifting around in his seat, squirming and fidgeting to the point that he could not keep a steady focus for longer than a few minutes. He grit his teeth and swore under his breath, crossing his legs at the ankle. This was no good. He still had so much time before he could ask again, and there was no way he could concentrate on anything now.
Time passed achingly slowly and he could practically feel his bladder filling with each passing minute. He wanted more than anything to just piss and be done with it, and hated that the only thing standing between him and his bathroom was a damn coin that he was far too dependent on. But he couldn't go against that decision, as much as his bladder wanted him to.
For the last ten minutes, he stood up and began pacing impatiently. Moving around helped a bit, but the footsteps jostled him more than he would have liked and just as he stopped pacing and settled on simply shifting his weight from foot to foot, the minute hand ticked on his watch, signifying the hour had passed.
He quickly pulled out his coin, saying, “Alright, this time, tails and I only wait a half hour before I ask again.” And he flipped it again, hoping desperately that he would get what he wanted. He caught it, and flipped it over into his open palm.
Tails again.
“Damn it!” he snarled, shoving it back in his pocket. He wondered why he was having such rotten luck today, but it wasn't something that he could really question. Still, he had to piss terribly, and another half hour seemed like an eternity to wait, but he had to. He didn't know why he had to, but that was what the coin had said, so that was what he had to do.
Harvey felt like an idiot as he alternated between bouncing up and down on his heels and shuffling around in place. He was a grown man and a hardened criminal; he shouldn't be reduced to a squirming child so easily! He clenched his thighs together, settling on bouncing for the time being. Thank god no one was here to see him in such a pathetic state.
His bladder throbbed and pulsed uncomfortably, feeling stretched beyond it's natural capacity. He was positively bursting, with both fists tightly clenched and a scowl on both sides of his face. Though he was at odds with himself about the whole concept of flipping for a bathroom break, he was in complete agreement on one thing: holding it for this long was the absolute worst.
If he had thought time passed too slowly before, that was nothing compared to what he was experiencing now. When he felt himself leak a small amount, he almost yelled in anger and had to suppress the sudden urge to punch through the nearest wall. He had to piss, dammit! Why, why, why was he stuck in a situation like this? This didn't seem fair, and yet it was; the coin had landed on tails.
He changed his bouncing up a bit, bending one knee at a time with his thighs rubbing tightly together. He was going to piss his pants if he didn't get a good flip the next time and he knew it. He knew it damn good and well, and still he could not overcome the part of him saying that he had to flip again, that he could only cut the next wait time down to fifteen minutes, that he had to listen to the flip.
He felt another spurt escape and jammed his right hand between his legs, grasping at his cock to stem the flow. Again, he wanted to punch through a wall, or maybe a window, or really just to break anything he could. Here he was, the notorious Two-Face and the once respected Harvey Dent, reduced to this- and all for what? For some goddamned bad luck and a lousy coin toss!
By the time the half hour was up, he had both hands between his legs and had taken to a pattern of bouncing each leg, then his whole body, then rocking back and forth a bit, then starting back over. He had only leaked on other time and had managed to stop it rather quickly. If luck was in his favor this time, he would make it. If it wasn't...well, that wasn't something he wanted to think about right now.
He could barely will himself to let go of his crotch long enough to pull out his coin, and felt another spurt as he did so. His hand shook as he flipped it, and he barely missed catching it. He held his breath as he opened his hand to look at it, hoping and praying for heads...but it was tails. Yet again.
“Fuck, fuck!” he shouted, letting out a frustrated growl. “I'm going to fucking piss myself!” He knew he couldn't make it another fifteen minutes, not with the way his bladder ached and the way he had been leaking. There had to be some way to placate both sides of him, some sort of compromise that would not result in him soaking his pants.
“Best two out of three, okay?” he mumbled. Again, he was shaky as he flipped the coin, and again, he barely caught it. This time, however, he had turned up heads. Yes! If the next flip was in his favor, he would be in the clear after all!
It seemed his luck really had turned around, for when he flipped the third time, he once again got heads. At last, at long, long last, he could go to the bathroom. His boxers were rather damp, yes, but he hadn't felt anything on his pants yet, so it would be as if nothing had happened. He really was going to be just fine.
Returning both of his hands to his crotch, he shuffled, doubled over from the effort of holding it, to his bathroom. He picked up speed as he felt another spurt, but this only caused another to follow and he hissed, slowing down. If he went to fast, he leaked, but going slowly only prolonged the relief he so desperately craved.
He threw open the bathroom door, nearly throwing it off the hinges as he did so. He was just a few feet away now, and he began to fumble with his zipper and he walked. His hands were too shaky, however, and he could not get a decent hold on it to unzip without letting go of his cock, which was currently not an option.
“Come on!” he shouted at himself, but it was no use. He could not get the zipper quickly enough and he could not hold on a second later. His bladder had taken all it could, and despite his tight grabs and resumed bouncing, it begun to empty in a steady, warm stream of piss.
He let out a loud groan, letting go as he felt the liquid flood his pants, quickly running down his leg, darkening the white half of his pants considerably. His breathing was quick and heavy as he pissed himself, and the sound of it splattering on the tile floor echoed throughout the bathroom. When he no longer had any more left in him, his pants were wringing wet, there was a large puddle on the floor, and his bladder ached a bit as it recovered from being stretched so much.
The relief felt so wonderful that he felt half of his mouth start to quirk up in a grin before he remembered exactly how furious he was that he had wet himself. And furious he was. He slammed his fists down on either side of the sink and snapped, “If it wasn't for that damn coin, this wouldn't have happened! And I was so close, too!”
He figured that the worst thing about this was the simple fact that he had finally been given the permission he needed to go to the bathroom, and that he had been so close to making it. He let out one last irritated growl before he peeled off his pants to begin cleaning up.
A/N: I apologize for this story that I know absolutely no one was asking for. I'm still working hard on all of my commissions, I just could not resist the thought of writing something for Two-Face, considering there's been something written for my other two favorite guys. |
It began with a whim, really. A choice made in anger, that in a calmer moment might well have been passed over entirely.
Or perhaps it began with a book. Pansy had never been a fan of reading - she was firmly of the opinion that she oughtn't need to know subjects inside-out, because what proper Pureblood couldn't just delegate any tasks that required specialty skills to a servant? But her mother disagreed, calling her view short-sighted and foolish and "an invitation to disaster", and her mother's word was law or higher than law in her house. So there she had been, in the Parkinson family library, reading through her assigned book of the day, an old and surprisingly ratty copy of a spellmaker's text; its condition was made up for by the notes written by the author himself, made in that brief period after he apprenticed to a master spellmaker who recognized his gift but before he had sufficient skill to craft all his spells without writing anything down, which included various insights into the spellcrafting process and even a few minor spells that had never made it to the public.
And as luck would have it, Pansy had stumbled upon a secret in the book that her mother had never noticed: two pages were almost seamlessly stuck together, so that one might never suspect they had been separate. Looking around to make sure she wasn't being watched - she wouldn't get in much trouble if she was caught, but she did still have to keep up appearances - she pulled out her wand and cast a minor but tricky spell (carefully ignoring that she would never have known how to do it had her mother not insisted she read a book much like this one) to peel the pages apart without obscuring the writing on either.
Most of the newly-revealed text was fairly mundane, but there, in the middle of the right-hand page, was the prize: a tiny, cramped annotation, detailing a wand movement and incantation, and the enigmatic words "A spell to torment thy rivals, or those deserving of contempt." Carefully, she memorized the spell, not giving any particular thought to whether she might actually use it; after all, it was better to have one too many ways to remind those beneath one's station of their place than one too few.
Which brought her back to the Hogwarts third year, red-faced with anger, almost screaming at that bint Granger, who seemed to think herself better than Pansy - laughable! And when Granger turned to leave, dismissing her, Pansy saw red; she whipped out her wand and cast.
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"Immobulus!"
Hermione cursed the utter thoughtless she'd shown in turning her back on a Slytherin, and tried to at once spin around, draw her wand, and jump aside. She was a long way off from the grace of a practiced duellist, though, and though she managed to pull away from being struck centre mass by the bolt of force it still caught her arm, and that was enough; the spell took, and her muscles seized, pinning her in place. Her abortive dodge interrupted, she fell to the ground.
Pansy's movements seemed even less practiced for whatever spell she was casting than for most, and had Hermione been able to move she would have had no hope of striking her with it. That, she thought, was probably exactly why the girl had opened with a freezing charm, to ensure she couldn't dodge whatever the spell would be when it finally came out.
"Adtineo tetendi cumulatus," the Slytherin incanted with uncharacteristic care, accompanying it with a complex if somewhat clumsy wand movement. The air in front of her wand seemed to ripple like liquid, an unusual and curious spellsign that Hermione would have wondered at had she not been preoccupied with worrying about what it might do to her; but when it struck her worries seemed for naught, as the only obvious effect was a sensation akin to being dunked head to toe in warm water.
And then after a moment the freezing charm placed upon her broke - it had been sloppily cast to begin with, and the disruption of another spell taking hold of her was enough to shatter its effects. Pansy's expression of malicious curiosity turned plain malicious as Hermione leapt up, and she raised her wand to cast again, but Hermione was faster; with a perfectly-executed "immobulus cita" she ensured Pansy would be unable to chase after her, yet wouldn't be trapped for long enough for a teacher to find her. Hopefully Pansy's pride, combined with the fact that complaining to, for instance, Professor Snape would mean admitting how poorly she had performed in the impromptu duel, would save Hermione from any Professorial wrath; the only backlash would be from the girl herself, and Hermione already had to deal with that.
Hermione fled, just slowly enough to avoid running in the halls, back to the Gryffindor dorm, where no Slytherins could try and hex her, and spared only a moment's thought for the unknown spell that so entirely failed to produce any effect.
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Her first clue that she hadn't gotten off quite so easily as all that came later that night, when she went to use the bathroom before bed.
More specifically, it came when she sat on the toilet and found herself unable to go, despite the minor pressure she could feel in her bladder. After several minutes of trying to no avail, she cast a minor diagnostic spell, and the results confirmed her suspicions: there was a lasting spell upon her, one whose effects centred on her abdomen.
A finite failed to undo it, and the more powerful finite incantatem likewise proved ineffective. Hermione knew that there were spells that required specific counter-curses to undo; it was just her luck that Pansy had managed to find one of them. Fortunately, the effects seemed fairly trivial - though she wouldn't want to have to endure the effects for very long - so there should, she thought, be no problem looking up the counter-curse during lunch period the next day; she had already used up her allotment of extra hours from her Time-Turner that day, so there was no way to stretch out the few minutes before bedtime into anything suitable for reading.
The plan quickly forming into a schedule in her head, she left the bathroom and got into her bed, the minor small talk her dorm-mates consistently pulled her into quickly dying away. It felt odd to sleep without emptying her bladder first - ever since she had forgotten when she was four and ended up wetting the bed, she had always been very careful in that regard - but she managed nevertheless. After all, she told herself, it wasn't like there was any risk of the same outcome this time, now was there?
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As the lunch period drew to an end, Hermione stifled a groan that would have turned into a moan as her bladder made itself known yet again. Friday's morning had been awful.
Even as soon as she had awoken her bladder had been uncomfortably full, a heavy, sloshing mass pressing down in her abdomen. She had sat in the bathroom, trying to overcome the unknown spell by sheer willpower, for long enough that her roommates had become mildly concerned, knocking on the door and asking if she was alright. She suspected her concern was in part motivated by the fact that they had woken up later than her and, accordingly, had yet to relieve themselves of their own morning pee.
Charms class had quickly convinced her that someone had to be playing a joke on her, as Professor Flitwick had had them practicing the Condensation Charm. More limited than the higher years' Water-Making Spell but much easier, it actually served as an introduction to some of the principles involved in conjuration, which Hermione would have found utterly fascinating on literally any day other than the one in which it had meant tormenting her bladder with intentionally humid air, splashing sounds whenever someone missed their cup or tipped it over, and - yes - having to drink the water she Condensed, because apparently one of the signs of an imperfectly cast Condensation was a stale taste in the produced water. Her bladder was playing havoc with her concentration, and she had failed to perfectly cast the charm thrice; it was uncharacteristic enough that Professor Flitwick had asked if something was wrong, to which she had mumbled something about a headache while she tried to ignore how every watery sound felt like an impact directly upon her bladder.
In Transfiguration they had been changing teapots into turtles, and Hermione had done her utmost to not think about the contents of those teapots, a task made no easier by the fact that several of her classmates' poorly-performed Transfigurations produced turtles that spat out the tea, or even released it by... other means.
Merlin, how she envied those turtles.
Potions she had known in advance would be torture even if she hadn't become the butt of some cosmic prank, and she had strongly considered simply not attending; but not only would it give Professor Snape a reason to take a personal interest in her, something she strongly avoided where possible, but it would be uncharacteristic enough that some of the more personable Professors might seek her out just to see if she was okay or if she had come down with some dreadful illness.
Admittedly, she had considered talking to a Professor about her problem while she had failed to use the bathroom that morning. She eventually decided against it unless it seemed like she would be in genuine danger otherwise; not only would describing the effects of the spell ensure she could never look whomever she told in the eye again, she would also have to explain why she hadn't reported Pansy for casting hostile and untested (if she had correctly interpreted the curiosity Pansy had shown) spells against her, and how did you tell a teacher that you didn't trust them to actually be able to meaningfully punish a student? It would be tantamount to insulting their professionalism, and she couldn't bring herself to even consider it.
She had regretted deciding to attend Potions when Neville, at the cauldron next to her own, somehow melted a hole through its bottom even though it was full of nothing more than warm water, which had promptly drained out and soaked everything in its vicinity, including Hermione's feet. The contact with the water seemed to encourage her bladder, which squeezed down as tightly as it could, trying to expel its contents heedless of dignity and magic. Consciously knowing that you were magically prevented from wetting yourself was rather different from instinctively knowing it, and Hermione had, as she had been all morning, instinctively squeezed her legs together and tightened her muscles as far as she could, trying to prevent a leak that would never come.
Thankfully, lunch had followed Potions, and she had blurted some excuse that she didn't even remember before abandoning Harry and Ron in favor of the library. She had been so hopeful when she began, skimming through books of jinxes and hexes, but after half the period had gone by without finding anything close to what Pansy had cast, that hope had begun to die.
Her next attempt was to look up a spell she recalled Professor Flitwick offhandedly mentioning once, in the rather obscure field of library-oriented magic; on her third book on the subject she struck gold. The spell was tricky and largely useless; it took a target, analyzed any spells that were on them, and searched the room they were in for any book mentioning those spells. The main factors in its uselessness were that it only accepted the caster as the target and that it couldn't search any rooms other than the one in which it was cast. It took several tries, but eventually she determined that, if the spell Pansy had cast was written down, it wasn't in the Hogwarts Library.
By that point lunch was almost over, and another wave of desperation almost surprised her; in her excitement to learn and perform a new spell, she had actually managed to almost forget about her bladder. Almost.
Gathering her things to head to her next lesson - Divination, of all things, which was intolerable even on days when it didn't mean having to torture herself with tea-leaf reading - her next step was clear to her. She would have to jump several years ahead, to begin making forays into spell analysis and cursebreaking.
Well, never let it be said that Hermione Granger shied away from an intellectual challenge.
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It was slow work. She was only halfway through analyzing the spell's function the next morning when an unwanted distraction presented itself, in the form of a gawker.
Well, perhaps she was being a little unfair. The girl who was now scanning over her notes did have reason to express interest, after all. It didn't make it any less irritating, though, and her patience was already razor-thin, all the brainpower she would need to expend on polite conversation occupied with her work and her bladder, which she had awoken that morning to discover was visibly bulging out from her abdomen, as though she had swallowed a balloon. A balloon that felt as though it would burst at any moment, full beyond fullness with urine, heavy and sloshing and straining to empty, with her instinctively fighting it all the while.
Focus, Hermione. Gawker. Conversation. She took a moment to glance at her onlooker's face and managed to force out a "Hello, Parvati."
"Padma," responded the Ravenclaw twin in a tone of resigned frustration. "You've been sharing a dorm with my sister for over two years, how can you still not at least see the colour of my tie?"
"Right," replied Hermione, "Pa-ah-dma." She hadn't intended to add the extra syllable, but her bladder had spasmed in the middle of the word and she had been unable to help it. "Sorry. I was caught up in my work. Is - ah - is there something you need?"
"I wanted to see if you were really doing spell analysis. You've certainly got the Gryffindor bravery down - not even any of us Ravenclaws have tried that yet, it's supposed to be tricky even for the fifth-years." She stopped, seemed to properly look at Hermione for the first time, and with a note of concern in her voice she asked, "Are you okay, Hermione? You look like you might be coming down with something."
"I'm fi-ihne, Padma," replied Hermione, somewhat unconvincingly. "This is just - ah - just a personal project. Ah-actually, could you maybe help out by - ohhh - fetching the Emergency Guide to Personal Wards? It should be - ah - two shelves, um, that way, ab-about waist height?"
Padma looked dubious, but nodded, heading off to retrieve the book. It took her only a few moments to find it and return; Hermione took it with a "Thahhhnk you, Padma" and then did her best to ignore the other girl, flipping through the book until she found the section she wanted. Padma seemed to correctly interpret the dismissal and wandered away, perhaps to try and figure out what kind of personal project could involve spell analysis and warding.
It didn't take very long to map out the minor ward scheme she wanted. The conversation had demonstrated to her how poorly she could act normal with Pansy's spell in effect, and she wanted to avoid any other curious onlookers trying to engage her in conversation. Or, worse, a higher-year with sufficient skill seeing her work and understanding it - she was pretty sure that someone knowing of her predicament would be sufficiently embarrassing that she would burst into flames on the spot. Possibly even literally, considering the many effects accidental magic could produce.
The wards were actually quite simple, considering the potent effect they produced. A minor compulsion and a Notice-Me-Not Charm combined so that anyone who saw Hermione would pay her about as much attention as a random book on one of the shelves around her; given how normal it was for her to spend time in the library, it ought to stand up to even someone seeking her out specifically, the compulsion convincing them that they had completed their business with her and could go on to whatever they needed to do next. A particularly powerful wizard or anyone who was truly determined to find her could defeat the effect, but it was plenty for her purposes.
The technique she was going to use to power them, the book had warned, wasn't useful for a ward that needed to last more than a few days on the outside, could only anchor wards to a person, and was considered a minor borderline-Dark spell; but for all that it was still taught because it was the most effective way to set up emergency wards when one lacked proper materials or setup time and needed them to work. With a wave of her wand she levitated a small ball of ink from the jar, ignoring her bladder's protest at the thought of anything liquid; she guided it into the shape of the glyphs that would anchor the spells, then allowed it to sink into her skin, similar to a tattoo. Then came the Dark part, as a whispered spell set her skin to burning as the ink drew blood from the flesh beneath it, powering the ward with her own magic.
She glanced around to check the wards were working, and saw an older student looking in her direction in vague confusion; presumably he had been watching her work and now the compulsion was trying to smooth over the memories, to convince him that she was nothing of note. Good. That should forestall any more conversation.
And, she noted as the most powerful urge yet had her jam her hands to her crotch in a useless attempt to hold it, now she didn't have to conceal how badly she had to go quite so much.
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Safely beneath her wards, Hermione continued to work, and a couple of hours into the afternoon she finally managed to break down the spell's function. Honestly, she was a mixture of impressed and frustrated. It was at once amateurish and genius, clearly the production of a natural prodigy rather than someone who had come about their skills by diligent study.
The spell had three main functions and a scattering of sub-functions. The first was the one she had identified earliest - before even beginning her analysis, when she found herself unable to go while sat on the toilet. Quite simply, it blocked any liquid that entered her bladder from leaving. Obviously, that prevented the victim from urinating, but it also had the happy side-effect - since she was reasonably confident that the spell predated detailed knowledge of human anatomy - of preventing the blockage from causing urine to back up into her kidneys, which could well have caused serious damage.
The second function was responsible for the visible bulge, and the fact that she hadn't yet ruptured anything: the spell caused the victim's body to stretch, almost enough to hold the accumulated urine, even helping to harmlessly push other organs aside when the bladder became large enough. It reinforced the bladder, too; without that effect, a sudden impact could well cause it to rupture. Whomever had designed this spell had clearly wanted to make sure it couldn't kill its victim, merely make them very, very uncomfortable.
And the third function explained why her attempt at a workaround earlier had failed. She had thought it quite clever at the time, when partway through her analysis the idea had struck her to Vanish the contents of her bladder; but when she had cast the spell - with enormous care, because a miscast could well damage something internally - it had merely set off an enormous urge that had her curled up and moaning. According to her analysis, the Vanishment had been redirected so that it appeared back in her bladder, and a sizeable amount had been added alongside it, the sudden increase explaining the urge she had felt. It would have reacted similarly to such things as Transfiguration and, bizarrely enough, Conjuration as well; she presumed that last was a measure against the use of some variant of the Extension Charm, which she remembered reading was curiously classed as a Conjuration because of something complicated in the mechanics of how it produced the extra space.
Then there were the minor functions, which repelled other magic that would interfere with its own function - perhaps wisely, since sudden interruption could well cause significant harm - and ensured that the victim's kidneys would operate at maximum capacity while preventing the victim from becoming dehydrated.
It was horrible, but Hermione thought she could actually understand the mindset of whomever had created the spell. It was clearly created to torment, without causing any actual harm; if knowledge of the spell and its counter-curse were limited to only a few, they could use it on anyone who annoyed or offended them and wait, secure in the knowledge that the victim would live in increasing discomfort until they managed to swallow their pride and beg for forgiveness.
Understanding didn't mean she approved of the spell, though. She considered the idea of creating a spell just to make people uncomfortable repulsive, and - almost as bad for a bookworm like her - there were several places where even her untrained eye could see potential for improvement, where a single wand movement could be substituted for several or where those movements could be made more forgiving. Without entirely realizing it, the mind that would one day start by reinventing the Undetectable Extension Charm without several of its longest-standing limitations and only build from there set to considering an improved version of the spell.
Consciously, though, she opened a book on spell reversal and counter-curses and began planning a way to defeat the magic that still held her bladder closed. Let's see, obviously the first thing to go will have to be the part that stops other spells, then the anti-Vanishment measure, and the stretching will have to go last if I don't want to tear my bladder open...
Counter-curse creation was just as lengthy a task as spell analysis, and it seemed like barely had she even begun when already it was time for bed - and that after the full six hours from her Time-Turner had elapsed. (During that time she also discovered that her wards were capable of repelling even herself; when she returned to the past she found her thoughts slipping away from the table at which her past self was sat every time she tried to think about it. Now if that could be refined and integrated into the function of a Time-Turner, it could help avoid panic when Time-crossed selves ran into each other - her bladder spasmed hard, the enormous weight bearing down between her tightly-crossed legs. Focus!)
Only with the aid of a Drowsiness Spell was she able to drift off into a fitful sleep that night, and her dreams were full of images of waterfalls, oceans, Hogwarts without toilets no matter how hard she looked, and peeing and peeing and peeing with the urge never decreasing by even the smallest amount.
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When she awoke on Sunday morning the urge seemed to crash into her all at once, as though she had run headfirst into a brick wall. She attempted to sit up, groaned, collapsed back down, and carefully didn't move her back as she looked down at her abdomen.
The spell had kept working overnight, and her bladder was bigger than ever; it looked as though someone had inflated her like a balloon, the swelling sticking out inches above her stomach. It felt like it was filled with stone, hard and heavy and unyielding, and all that weight seemed concentrated on the opening between her legs, which were twisted together so tightly that one wondered how they would come apart again.
It was oddly beautiful, she thought, and then caught herself and wondered just why she had thought it. A wild urge struck her, and she ran her fingers lightly over the surface of the bulge; even that lightest of contact sent waves of desperation through her entire body, the need to release her urine consuming her entire being, and ignited an odd warmth from somewhere in her abdomen - what little of it wasn't entirely made of her bladder at this point. For a wild moment she thought the spell had broken and she had begun to wet, but pressing her hands to the area proved this false. She decided to put the matter aside for later thought.
It took some time to figure out how to stand up without paralyzing herself with need, and in the end she resorted to casting a Lightening Charm on her bladder's contents when she realized she could do so without the spell rejecting it, a forgivable oversight in the spellmaker's work since the Lightening Charm was several centuries newer than her analysis of the spell had implied it was. She ignored the bathroom, tried not to think about it lest it set her bladder to protest once more, and after a few moments' thought decided against changing out of her pyjamas; her wards would prevent most people from realizing she was out of uniform, and anyone who could see through them would surely notice that she had bigger problems to deal with than her clothes.
She did expand the waistband of her pyjama trousers, though, so that it would fit around her bladder instead of sitting beneath it, because she was very nearly indecent that way; and then realized her mistake and charmed them to continue to grow to fit. She pulled on a pair of shoes and headed straight to the library, skipping breakfast as she had the previous day; she was rather too distracted to be hungry right now, and she wasn't even going to think about drinking anything, since she knew the spell wouldn't let her become dehydrated. With every step her magically-Lightened bladder was jostled and its contents sloshed, she could almost hear the watery sound, and with each step she winced and occasionally groaned, too consumed with her fullness to care even if someone had been able to hear her.
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It was late afternoon by the time she finally had a complete, functioning counter-curse, and only that fast because for the last few hours she had been receiving hints in the form of notes written in her handwriting and animated to land on the table in front of her, sufficiently far from the centre of her notes that she could tell that her wards were still affecting her future self.
The fact that she was receiving such help now told her that she was close to a solution, and the hope sent a thrill through her even as the prospect of relief caused her urge, impossibly, to redouble; this was the third time she had felt confident she was done, but the last two had, when subjected to diagnostics, proved respectively immediately fatal and injurious if performed imperfectly. By now she was constantly muttering incoherently under her breath, ranging from curses to pleading to wordless noises, and she was bouncing around more than a toddler on Christmas morning. When the diagnostics indicated the spell was safe in all but the most extreme of failures it took her several moments to process, leaving her staring dumbly at the tracery of words and symbols in the air before her.
When it finally sunk in, she leapt from her seat and promptly fell over, having tried to stand without untwisting her legs, and landed with her entire weight on her front; she saw stars from how badly the jolt worsened her urge. She staggered to her feet and pulled aside her pyjamas, instinct saying to check there was no visible injury despite the ludicrousness, and when she saw her bladder she gasped.
It was enormous. She looked like she was about to give birth; the swell of her bladder extended entirely across the width of her stomach, her sides transitioning smoothly into the bulge, and from her pelvis nearly entirely up her stomach towards her chest. It stuck out so far that she couldn't see her feet beneath it. Only the Lightening Charm cast earlier, she suspected, even allowed her to lift it under her own power, and even with it she felt as though all the weight in the world was trying to force its way down between her legs. She felt a spasm run through her bladder and was astonished to realize she could see it, a visible jolt as it tried to compress, and at some point she realized she had begun caressing the titanic bulge even as she stared at it reverently.
It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, and this time she didn't make any attempt to suppress the thought. The warmth in her groin had become a fire, and as she shuddered and moaned involuntarily in response to her hands' motion upon her bladder it seemed to respond, deepening and increasing in intensity.
She wasn't sure just how long she stood there, entranced by her unbelievably full bladder, but when another student walked past with an unfocused "'scuse me" she snapped out of her daze, flushing bright red when she realized her position. She thanked any deity that was listening that her wards were still in effect, that the students sharing the library with her presently regarded her as little more than ambulatory furniture, and then she realized that the list of wizards who would be powerful enough to see through them likely included most of the senior teachers and definitely included Headmaster Dumbledore and nearly died on the spot; only the fact that she hadn't in fact been discovered prevented her from trying to find a hole to crawl into and die.
Well, that and the fact that if she did that she would never get to empty her bladder.
That thought pulled her entirely back to reality, and she realized she needed to think about where she would go in order to, well, go. She hadn't thought about what would happen once she finally had a working counter-curse, because to consider the idea of relief would have only worsened her need, but now she realized that she couldn't just cast it where she was; ignoring the fact that the puddle (closer to a lake, really) would be noticed and wondered about, her rule-abiding nature wouldn't let her make a mess like that. No, she would have to use a bathroom.
Part of the reason her improvised ward scheme had worked so well was because she was a regular fixture in the library, so seeing her there was entirely expected; if someone else was in the bathroom while she went there would be no hope of hiding it, and she really didn't want anyone knowing about her situation. So she would need a bathroom that was rarely or never used, and she absolutely needed to get there without running into any teachers. Myrtle's bathroom was out, because even if no other students would be there the ghost would, and she could quite easily start a rumor - would delight in it, in fact, for the break in the monotony. The bathrooms in and near the dorms were out, as were the ones near classrooms, and those that were on the way between any of those locations. It took a few moments for Hermione's impressive memory to suggest a relevant location, not helped by the ever-shifting nature of the Castle Hogwarts.
Her destination in mind, she left the library and began walking, with some difficulty. Even walking jostled her bladder so much that she wouldn't have been surprised to find it actively bouncing, each step causing such a wave of desperation that she had to stop every few paces to squeeze her legs together and hold herself, not because she would wet herself if she didn't - if only - but because the desperation simply consumed her, overwhelming any rational thought. She had long ago abandoned the idea of trying to keep quiet, openly narrating her need to the portraits as they steadfastly didn't notice her.
After a length of time she made no guess at, Hermione realized her path might have a fatal flaw: she had come upon a set of stairs. Slowly, hesitantly, she attempted to move onto the first step - and nearly folded in half, clutching herself, when her bladder protested. Once the urge finally retreated far enough that she could think - not far enough to be considered gone, it hadn't left her at any point in the last two days - she weighed her options, found no good solution, weighed them again, and decided on the least bad one. Resigned, and very, very carefully, she knelt down and began to crawl up the stairs.
Crawling was even slower than walking, and by the time she finally made it to the top of the flight of stairs she could barely even manage that any more. Emerging onto the wonderful, level floor, she levered herself around to protect her bladder and then collapsed, lying on the ground as impossible need and unaccountable warmth wracked her.
This was it, then. Her bladder had defeated her. She couldn't move, she wasn't even sure she could stand up anymore, and she certainly couldn't make it to a bathroom. Oh, God. I'm going to be stuck here until a Professor finds me and can undo the spell. How will anyone take me seriously after that? I won't be able to show my face in public. Maybe if I left the country. I wonder what Australia is like.
So wrapped up in thought and desperation was she that she entirely missed the sound of approaching footsteps; even the incantation escaped her notice. When she felt herself lifting gently off the ground, though, it was enough to penetrate her fugue. She looked around herself to try and find out who had cast upon her and for what purpose, but nobody important seemed present; then another incantation came and suddenly her own voice was in her ear.
"Hi there, Hermione. Don't worry, I've got you, you're going to be fine."
As she felt herself beginning to move through the air Hermione tried to respond to her future self, but words seemed to be beyond her; all that came out of her mouth was a deeply embarrassing ahhhhhnnn sound. Nevertheless, her future self understood what she was trying to say; as well she should, since she had been the one failing to say it no more than six hours before.
"I was practicing the mobilicorpus so that I was sure I would be able to carry you without jolting you. We'll be at the bathroom in just a few moments, okay? You'll be able to go, I promise, and then you can go back and copy the notes to give to yourself."
Hermione moaned again, trusting that her future self would remember what she had meant.
"Yes, it works, don't worry. We're nearly there, just a few more minutes now..." She kept up a constant stream of encouraging noises as she carried Hermione towards the bathroom, a thought which was both wonderful and torturous to the desperate girl. She would finally, finally get to relieve herself - but not yet, for now she still had to hold it, and for the life of her she didn't know how she could - and a little part of her dreaded the event, because if she emptied her bladder would she lose the warmth she felt? She would definitely lose the bulge where her overfull bladder strained against her skin, and that thought was bizarrely dismaying...
And then, finally and yet all too soon, they came to a stop. Hermione looked around and saw that, yes, there was the bathroom she had been aiming for. And suddenly, unexpectedly, she felt herself being tipped upright, and whimpered as her bladder protested the change.
"Sorry!" came her voice in her ear. "Look, we're here. You're almost there, you're so close - you just have to walk inside, sit down, and cast the counter-curse, and then you can finally, finally go, okay? I can't come in with you because, um, I? didn't the first time - stupid time travel - and anyway I think you'll want it to be private, but trust me, it will work, you'll be able to go, and on the off-chance you somehow need me just shout, I'll be right here. I'm going to weaken the mobilicorpus now, you'll be able to walk, get ready..."
The spell did indeed weaken, and she dropped the inch or so to the floor, sending a jolt through her bladder more appropriate for a fall from a cliff. Barely able to coordinate her movements she somehow managed to walk forward, through the door that opened in front of her, and towards the nearest toilet; then, changing her mind, she went to the furthest one instead.
She pulled down her trousers and sat, then looked down at her stomach - she wasn't sure if she was imagining things or if it really was visibly bigger than the last time. She pulled her wand from her shirt pocket where she had put it in the library what felt like an eternity ago, and brought her hand into position to begin the counter-curse.
And waited, indecisive, trying to work up the effort to release the accumulated urine of - God, with her Time-Turner it had been somewhere around three days since she had been hit by that curse, and the last time she had gone before that had been when she woke up that day.
And she waited.
Her bladder spasmed again, like so many times before, but this time it seemed insistent, with release so close now - but that was ridiculous, she was just projecting her own conscious desires onto her oh-so-full bladder -
And still she waited.
A wild, ridiculous urge struck her, and she placed the hand not holding her wand gently on her bladder, feeling it protest the contact, and rubbed against it gently, soothingly - and then suddenly pressed down, hard, right over her navel, and in the pain and pleasure that erupted from the act she nigh-on screamed, and half-expected her future self to think that she was in trouble and come dashing in, but no, of course not; she would remember doing the very same, after all.
And with her hand still pressing down on her bladder she waited. But the thought of her future self reminded her that the girl - time travel made pronouns so complicated - had already gone through this, so she knew how it turned out, and she had been coherent, so clearly she wasn't still holding on; and besides, she wouldn't help herself to the bathroom if in doing so she had lost the pleasure she felt, right? No, she wouldn't, she knew because she - the present her - wouldn't. So because she had brought herself here, she knew it would work out well.
Yes. That made sense.
Though that didn't stop her from waiting just a few more minutes, just in case.
But eventually she was ready. She took away the hand that had been applying pressure and bit off a moan at the relief even that small act gave. And then she began the incantation to her first-ever created spell.
Admittedly, the spell itself was amateurish and clunky. That was expected and normal, the book said; almost nobody could produce an elegant spell on their first try, and those that did were almost always producing the most simple of effects - a minor push, or a weak light, or any of a thousand other tiny results. And she was not only two years younger than the students the book was aimed at but distracted by her bladder the whole time; it was entirely justifiable that her spell's incantation was a thirty-nine-syllable, barely coherent sentence rather than a single word or a scant few, and that its wand movement took almost thirty seconds - especially since she had prioritized making it error-tolerant, because she knew her precision would be shot - and indeed that the motion involved meant it could only target the caster, not anyone else. Consciously, she knew that with circumstances as they were the spell would still achieve an Exceeds Expectations at worst from any fair Professor, but that didn't stop a small part of her brain from objecting, claiming that she should have made it simple and elegant and perfect. She shoved that part aside.
The first time she attempted to cast it, a wave of urgency that somehow managed to catch her by surprise interrupted her incantation. She began again, and this time very nearly dropped her wand - and good thing she managed to catch it, because with her bladder in the state it was in she would never have been able to get it back. The third time she jumped the gun, releasing the magic before she was even halfway into the spell; a wave of raw force burst from the tip of her wand, which she put aside as something to look into later.
She took a moment to remind herself that her future self had clearly managed to cast the spell from the simple fact that she had been able to stand up, and took a deep breath, releasing it immediately when even that seemed to put intolerable pressure on her bladder.
The fourth time was the charm, so to speak. She spoke the mangled incantation clearly despite the moans that tried to force their way forth, moved her wand correctly through waves of urgency and heat that pulsed through her, and released the spell; a ripple similar to the one Pansy's initial spell produced struck her enormous, distended bladder, and she felt the peculiar sensation of her magic twisting, and then -
And then -
Sheer bliss.
The very moment the magical hold on her bladder's neck released it seemed as though the jet of urine sprang into being fully-formed without actually crossing the intervening space; and half a second later the relief hit Hermione like a physical force. So intense was the sensation that she was unable to even vocalize it, which was good, because she would certainly have been screaming. On and on drained her bladder, and when she thought to look she realized she could see it slowly deflating; and as her relief grew and her need ebbed the fire in her groin burned hotter and hotter until all at once she felt she was burning up, but if that was fire she never again wanted to feel water; her entire being seemed at once to be transformed to pleasure defying description, and some corner of her mind that somehow remained capable of thought dryly pointed out that she had certainly underestimated things when she wondered if her future self would have brought her there to lose the feeling.
She made no guess as to just how long she remained there, floating on a haze of sensation and utterly divorced from the outside world; but eventually she did slowly come back down to earth, and when she did she found her bladder had finished emptying some time ago, and also that her entire body seemed to have been replaced by solid lead because she couldn't figure out how to move anything.
After a few minutes more her future self knocked on the door and called out. "Are you almost done in there, Hermione? Because you need to go back to the library and Turn back pretty soon if you're going to have enough time to do everything you need to do. Remember, you have an entire new spell to learn!"
And at the last sentence Hermione did perk up, because the lure of new learning was enough to rouse her even from her blissful stupor. Yes. She would go back, and give herself the notes, and learn the spell, and bring herself here to do this -
And if after that she should start working on those improvements she had thought of for the spell that started off the entire situation, and if she might, perhaps, start to use it on occasion - or maybe very frequent occasion - even if not quite as long as she had taken this time, well... That wouldn't be anybody's business but her own, now would it? |
A/N: The first part of a new commission. It's a sequel of sorts to the Sleepover, this time focusing solely on the Cutie Mark Crusaders, with an appearance by Babs Seed. The story will be told in two parts.
A few months after the rather eventful sleepover in which Scootaloo did the impossible and out-held both her friends and six older girls, the three friends were planning for a visit from Applebloom's cousin, Babs Seed. She had been an honorary member of their club for a while, and they planned to use that as an excuse for a new challenge they had been developing since said sleepover. They were going to do a much more advanced holding contest, and claim that that would be her initiation.
One thing they had noticed was that the amount each girl had been able to hold was different, and that merely the length of a hold wasn't enough to determine bladder strength. So they decided it would be a contest on two fronts: they would measure both time and amount and use a point system to decide which girl was the overall winner. First of all, they would receive one point for every girl they outlasted, and when they were about to lose, they had to go in buckets, that would be measured at the end, and another point would be awarded for the volume.
And that was just the beginning of the rules! The girls had put so much work into planning, and had gotten everything together for their challenge. All that was left was to convince Babs, but they were sure that it wouldn't take much to get her to agree to it, especially considering they were using it as her official initiation.
~X~
On the day that she arrived, the girls ushered her to their tree house almost immediately, barely giving her enough time to even put her bags down. They were too excited about their plans, though to everyone else it just looked like they were excited to see their friend after so long and eager to catch up.
When they were alone, Babs immediately noticed the four buckets with a line drawn in front of them and said, “What's up with those?”
“Well, we decided that today would be a great day to make you an official member of the club,” said Sweetie Belle.
“And that's part of yer initiation!” continued Applebloom.
“Pretty exciting, huh?” asked Scootaloo.
Babs did not look convinced. “What exactly does my initiation have to do with a buncha buckets?”
“Well, see we were in this contest a few months back with my sister and her friends,” started Applebloom, before telling the whole story. When she got to the part about Scootaloo winning, the girl beamed and boasted, until Applebloom interrupted her to finish. “So, anyway, we're gonna do something like that with you to initiate you!”
“That sounds ridiculous!” Babs said, shaking her head. “There's no way I'm doing something like that.”
“I can understand that,” said Scootaloo. They had already planned for their response, and she went with what they had decided she would say. “I mean, with someone like me competing? I would be intimidated too, if I were you.”
“I'm not intimidated!” said Babs, just as they had predicted. She took no further goading and simply said, “What's the rules for this one? I'll pass this initiation with flying colors, just to shut her up!”
They explained to her the point system and the purpose of the buckets, as well as a rule that stated they could not go to the buckets until they had leaked. They could not pee in the buckets before they had begun to wet themselves, and therefore if any of them crossed the line, it would count as a forfeit. Besides that, they had to strip to their panties, have a round of drinks every fifteen minutes, and would do little mini-challenges to further test bladder endurance. If Babs scored a three or higher, she would pass the initiation.
“First, we all go to the bathroom, so we start out on even footing,” said Scootaloo.
“Yeah, about that...” Sweetie Belle said nervously.
“What?”
“We kinda decided that since ya won the other contest, you shouldn't get one. It's more even that way.”
“What?! That's so not fair!” she said, outraged.
Of course, Babs, who wasn't even in on the planning for this event, knew exactly how to push back. “What? Miss Reigning Champion scared?”
“I am not scared! Fine, jeez, I won't go first.”
~X~
After their bathroom breaks and their first round, the girls stripped to their panties and began doing dares, though at first, there wasn't much problem for any of them. It wasn't until about the fifth round that they started to feel the effects of their drinks, and though she wouldn't admit it, Scootaloo knew that she was feeling it a bit harder than the other girls.
“Alright, it's my turn to dare since I did it last time,” Sweetie Belle said, grinning. “And I dare Scootaloo!” The young girl tried not to grown as she was singled out. “I want you to do cartwheels!”
She smirked, playing it cool and saying, “That's all you've got for me? No problem!” But she secretly felt a bit nervous, knowing that this would be rather hard on her rapidly filling bladder. She got into position and began cartwheeling around the tree house, hissing a bit whenever she stumbled or fell, as this jostled her bladder almost enough to push her over the edge.
Her last fall caused her to leak just enough to leave a tiny spot on her orange panties, and she hoped that nobody noticed and counted her out straight away. Luckily, the kitchen timer they had snagged to tell them when to take drinks went off at that moment and the others were more distracted by getting that situation sorted out.
They passed around drinks, and she was relieved to notice that she was not the only one cringing as she downed it. Perhaps she would not lose as terribly as she thought she would today. At least, knowing that she hadn't emptied out beforehand like they had, she had a feeling that even if she lost control first, she would still probably do well in the volume portion of the contest.
After the drinks had been completed, they waited a few moments before it was time to begin the dares again. Scootaloo smirked and said, “Alright, it's my turn. Babs, I dare you to do a handstand until the next round!”
“No sweat!” she replied, and got on the ground, pushing herself up in the air by her hands. However, her balance was off, and she quickly fell backwards. She tried to get back up, but fell again, feeling a small dribble escape. She got back up again and managed to maintain her hold for a while, but then fell, face down this time.
The sudden landing on her front placed a great deal of pressure on her bladder, and she sprung up, jamming her hands between her legs. The other girls giggled as they watched her squirm and struggle for control, bouncing at her knees. When she removed her hands, there was a small dark spot on her light brown panties.
“Yer gonna lose!” taunted Applebloom.
“Not a chance,” said Babs, blushing at the teasing. The timer went off again at that moment and the girls all groaned a bit. None of them felt like their bladders could take any more, but with everyone still in the running, there was no way to tell what would happen next.
A/N: Alright, part one is done! Part two is coming soon, with the rest of the dares and the winners, and all the wettings! Exciting, exciting. |
A/N: The grand conclusion! Who will win in holding? Who will win in volume? Who will win overall? Will Scootaloo finally meet her match? Will Babs pass her initiation? Keep reading to find out! Same omo-time, same omo-channel.
The girls finished up their round of drinks, all going a bit more slowly this time than usual due to the immense pressure on their bladders. They all began wondering how to push themselves into the lead, and thinking up awful dares should their turn come up again.
However, it really was Babs' turn and she turned on Sweetie Belle. “Since I can't get back at Scootaloo for that one, I'll get back at you for daring her first! I dare you to stand in a ballet pose, with one leg up and standing on your toes with the other!”
“O-okay,” she said nervously, getting up and getting into said pose, her leg at waist level as she tried to balance on her toes. She was clearly shaking, and though she grew ever more desperate, she knew that she could not move at all or she would lose her balance completely.
The other girls watched as she struggled to maintain the pose, each desperately wishing for her to wet so that they would not be the first ones to lose that portion. When a dark spot began to spread across her white panties, she squealed and broke the pose immediately, bolting for the buckets.
There was a small stream running down one of her legs as she squatted over the bucket, finally able to let go what all she had been holding. She sighed in relief as the sound of liquid hitting the plastic sides of the bucket echoed throughout the tree house and the other girls watched the bucket fill with the pale yellow pee.
Too late, Sweetie Belle realized that, during her mad dash, she had forgotten to pull her panties to the side, and they were soaking wet. Now, not only would she have drenched panties, but that was all the more that wouldn't count for her score!
“You lost again?” asked Scootaloo, laughing a bit.
“I didn't lose last time! Pinkie and Twilight were out before me!”
“Yeah, but out of me and Applebloom, you lost last time.”
Sweetie Belle stuck her tongue out.
When the timer went off for the next round of drinks, the three remaining girls took drinks, looking pained as they did so. Sweetie Belle was a little bit grateful that she didn't have to endure that torture again, though she wished she could have lasted a little longer.
“I get to dare this time right?” she asked. “Even though I'm out?” The others nodded and she said, “Alright, Applebloom, since no one's dared you for a long time...I dare you to curl up in a ball!”
This dare would normally mean nothing. It was silly and simple, but the girls knew that, in their present condition, it would be an absolute nightmare. Applebloom knew that the added pressure to her bladder would push her incredibly close to losing it, but she could not turn down a dare. Not even a dare that might put her out of the running for good.
“A-alright,” she said, sitting on the floor and curling up, immediately wincing at the unbearable pressure it put on her. She felt a dribble hit her yellow panties not long after, and she struggled to stem the flow. She didn't want to lose control like this.
The other girls were watching her, Scootaloo and Babs willing her to lose like they had done with Sweetie Belle. Babs in particular was panicking, as seeing and hearing Sweetie Belle wet had put her on edge, her bladder begging for relief even more so than it had been before. She hoped her cousin would be put out of the running soon, or else her chances of getting the score she needed would be slim.
While Applebloom struggled to fight against the pressure of her horrible seating arrangement, Babs had to fight her own battle, but before the timer for their next round of drinks even got close to going over, Babs began to leak quite a bit. The dark patch on her panties was growing fast, and she hopped up to run for the buckets, leaving a few splatters on the floor before she reached her bucket.
She pulled her panties to the side and aimed the rest of her flow into the bucket, watching as it filled. When she had emptied completely, she was disappointed to see that she had barely passed Sweetie Belle in terms of volume. As of right now, she only had two points, and if the others had a lot, she would fail her initiation.
“Well, ya did yer best,” Applebloom said, uncurling from her position a bit. She was not completely insincere, as she did want her cousin to succeed, even though she herself did not want to lose.
“But it wasn't enough to beat me!” Scootaloo gloated, pleased that she was still in the running. Her nerves had calmed quite a bit by this point, now that she knew it was down to her and Applebloom. Things looked to be playing out just as they had in the last contest, and if that were the case, she had nothing to worry about!
The timer went off again, and the remaining two contestants went to take their drinks. With any luck, this would be their last round, and one of them would not have to worry about filling their overfull bladders any further.
But as Scootaloo sipped at her drink, she had to sip slower and slower, the pain in her lower abdomen becoming nearly unbearable. She wasn't going to be able to hold it, she suddenly realized to her complete and total terror. Maybe if she had been able to go to the bathroom before, but she hadn't, and though she had managed to outlast the other two girls with her handicap, she was not going to outlast Applebloom and she knew it.
“Alright, Scootaloo, looks like yer the only one I can dare,” said Applebloom, grinning wickedly. “And since that last dare was so hard on me, I dare ya ta do the same thing!”
“N-no sweat,” she mumbled, certain that her nerves were apparent to everyone in the room. She was going to lose. There was no getting around it, and though she knew it was time to resign herself to that fate, she could not accept it. It just did not register that this was it for her.
And she got in the floor, feeling a small stream of pee stain filling her orange panties, and she started to curl up, but she quickly realized that the stream was not going to stop and that she was done before she even began the dare. The others could see the wet spot as she hopped up hurriedly, trying to prevent any further leakage, and she could hear them giggling as she ran to the buckets, still not quite believing that this was happening to her.
She pulled her panties to the side, just as her bladder let go completely, gushing it's contents into the bucket below her. The bucket filled up rapidly, quickly beating the other two contestants without much problem. After all, she had been quite a bit more full than the others, and it was really a wonder she had managed to hold as long as she did at all.
Applebloom's giggles turned into full-on laughter, and she struggled to say, “Ha! Looks like I'm the winner this time!”
“O-only because you cheated!” protested Scootaloo, blushing.
But she ignored her, laughing harder and harder until it took its toll on her. After all, she had been incredibly close to losing control before, and the additional strain that laughing put on her bladder more than she could handle. Before she could stop it, she lost control and began soaking her yellow panties, forming a small puddle on the floor beneath her.
A panicked look on her face, she took off running for the buckets, but already, she had emptied quite a bit. When she reached her designated bucket, she simply peed through her panties, hoping to fill it at least a little bit.
Her bucket was easily the least full one, and she sighed. She may have one won portion, but it was unlikely that she would be the overall champion.
~X~
“Well, would ya look at that,” Scootaloo said with a loud laugh. “Even when I don't win, I still win!”
“Yeah, yeah,” grumbled Applebloom.
“I can't believe I came in dead last in the scores,” wailed Sweetie Belle.
Babs could only smile as she looked as the score chart they had made. She had barely made it, but since she had between Sweetie Belle in terms of time, and her plus Applebloom in terms of volume, she had scored the three she needed.
With Scootaloo's large volume and second place, she had scored a five, while Sweetie Belle had only scored a single point due to be beating Applebloom in volume. Applebloom herself had gotten no points from her volume, and received a three overall, putting her tied for second place.
“Congratulations, though,” Scootaloo said, suddenly halting her gloating. “You did a good job for your first time and you passed your initiation!” She grinned at Babs, who grinned back.
Applebloom cheered, giving her cousin a hug. She didn't admit that they probably would have let Babs pass anyway, no matter what her score was. Why bother with the what-ifs now that it was over?
A/N: I didn't intend to make Scootaloo a winner again, but the math got the better of me, oops. The point system was a little confusing to me, so I hope I got it right. |
((yeah, I'm pasting my fics into this to take up posts, I really love this one, it's really good, even if you aren't into omestuck,))
another story, because its all i can do.
Kankri woke up and was disoriented for a minute before readjusting, though it was a little difficult considering he was moving. He rubbed his eyes and tried remembering where he was.
Right, a car with Porrim and their little siblings, on the way to a beach house.
He yawned a bit and tried to stretch, but the car was too small for that.
He looked over at Karkat who was in the back seat with him then at the front, expecting to see Porrim driving with earbuds in and Kanaya doing embroidery.
But Kanaya was asleep. Kankri pressed his mouth into a line, she got to sit in front and she wasn’t even using it properly.
Kankri unbuckled himself and scooted to the front of his seat, stretching a bit and realizing he had to pee a bit before leaning between the two front chairs.
Porrim caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye and immediately scowled. “Kankri,” She reached a hand up and plucked the ear bud from her ear while keeping the other one tightly on the steering wheel. “Sit the fuck back down and buckle up before we get into an accident because you’re distracting me by being unsafe.”
He rolled his eyes. “If Kanaya is just sleeping, why can’t I sit in the front seat?”
“Sit the fuck down Kankri,” She repeated, more stern.
He pouted, “Don’t use that language with me, I was asking a question.”
“I said sit the fuck down, I’m driving, and you need to be in your seat and buckled.”
“I will, just answer my question.”
“Kankri! I will pull over and refuse to do anything until you sit the fuck down.”
“I’m not sitting down until you answer my question.”
She groaned. and signaled to get in the other lane.
He huffed and sat down.
“Buckle.”
Begrudgingly he buckled his seatbelt, ‘i’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell me what to do. I’m not a little kid.”
“I wouldn’t tell you what to do if you actually acted like an adult. Are you buckled?”
“Yes. Now will you please answer my question without pulling any more passive aggressive stunts?”
“Will you please stop calling my methods of dealing with your whiny attitude in a completely non passive way passive aggressive?”
He huffed again, “Just answer my question please.”
Porrim shrugged, “Kanaya has a right to that seat, maybe you can ask her when we get to the next rest stop.”
He was reminded of the slight need to pee, “Okay,” He relented after a moment of pondering, “When is that exactly?”
Porrim shrugged again, “Half an hour?”
He nodded and got comfortable once again. Half an hour was okay.
Half an hour passed and frankly Kankri was glad to see them pull up into a rest stop.
Before he got out of the car, he leaned over and toggled Kanaya’s shoulder.
Porrim only sighed and got out of the car to fill it back up with gas then head to the small gas station.
Kanaya woke up, “Por?” She asked groggily.
“No. Kankri,” He corrected softly, “Can I sit in the passenger seat after this?”
Kanaya yawned, “No. I like the front seat.” At least she spoke politely.
Kankri frowned, hadn’t Porrim promised him the from seat if he asked? Wow, just a way to ruin the mood.
Kanaya stretched out her arms only to hit them on the ceiling. She grunted before getting out of the car and opening the back door behind her to wake Karkat up.
Karkat, having been leaning on the door nearly fell into her arms.
Kankri sighed as he watched them be utter idiots. But as soon as the two of left, presumably to go to the restroom, he clambered into the passenger seat and locked the door.
He probably should have gone to the bathroom, but they couldn’t have been far from the destination considering how long they drove for.
He waited a couple minutes before everyone came back.
Kanaya, glared at him slightly before getting into the back seat with Karkat who was stumbling, probably still half asleep.
Porrim got in and handed Kankri a bottle of juice before opening her bottle and taking a swig.
He thanked her softly before doing the same, not realizing how stupid that was.
Twenty minutes later, he was uncomfortable with an equally uncomfortable pressure in his bladder. He really should have gone at the gas station.
He squirmed a bit, his thighs close together before settling and deciding that it was his seat belt making him uncomfortable. It was pushing down on his bladder and frankly he didn’t like wearing it.
A hand crept towards the release button as the looked at Porrim out of the corner of his eye to make sure he hadn’t caught her attention.
No, she was still watching the road intently with her earbuds in.
She wasn’t paying attention. Good.
With a small sigh, he unbuckled the seat belt.
“Kankri, buckle up right now.”
Shit. The seatbelt nazi noticed. “But it hurts.”
“You can handle a little pain, put it back on now.”
He groaned, “It keeps pressing down on my abdomen and making it feel worse,” He tried explaining without really giving a concrete reason.
“Hmm. Are you getting road sick, do you need me to pull over?”
“No. I need to go, and pulling over won’t help that.”
She pressed her mouth into a straight line, “Oh. You should have gone at the rest stop. Everyone else did.”
He huffed, not wanting to rebuke her.
“Buckle up.” She spoke again.
He whined, not wanting to verbally tell her no, but still not doing what he was told.
“Kankri!” She snapped out, “Put your damn seat belt on before I make you. You asked to be in the front and you damn well will follow my ruled if you insist on being in a more precarious seat.”
He whined a little before putting the seat belt on, loosely this time though. It wasn’t that bad.
Porrim sighed and ceased the conversation.
Though as much as they argued, Kankri wished she kept talking to him, it distracted him from his growing urge.
After another minute, his hand crept again, though this time towards his crotch rather than his seat belt release tab.
He glanced at Porrim out of the corner of his eye before making the hand movement final and placing it so. He gave a light squeeze.
It wasn’t that bad, he could still hold out.
“When are we going to take another rest stop?”
“We aren’t, we’re close enough to our destination we don’t need to.”
“Oh good. How long?” He was expecting less than an hour. He could hold it.
“Almost two hours.”
Or not.
He almost groaned before stopping himself.
“Can we please make a rest stop?”
“No.”
That was short and concise. “Why?”
“Because we just had one.”
He groaned that time.
Kanaya spoke up, “You should have gone then instead of taking my seat,”
Kankri just pouted and slid down his seat some.
Porrim sighed.
A wave of desperation hit Kankri causing him to yelp and sit up straight, tightening his muscles before he leaked.
“Please?” He asked again.
Porrim sighed yet again, “Kanny, you’re a big boy, you can hold it.”
“I’m not just a big boy, I’m an adult. Don’t talk to me,”
“No, you’re acting like a kid. And I’m not talking down to you, I’m treating you how you’re acting. A kid who apparently needs to be told o go to the bathroom.”
“Porrim!” He snapped. She was being so unfair!
She snickered, “yes?”
“You’re being mean. And I honestly don’t appreciate it considering I’ve asked politely and feel I deserve to be shown some human sympathy. Please just pull over sometime so I may go to the restroom.”
“I thought you said you wouldn’t go on the side of the road.”
“I won’t.”
“Well, look around. There;’s no place to go except the bushes,” She took a hand off the steering wheel to gesture to the greenery.
“I won’t go. You’ll just have to find somewhere else,”
He gave his crotch another squeeze, feeling it get worse.
“Okay fine. In about forty five minutes, we’ll get to the town right before the beach house. I’m sure we can get to a McDonalds or something and we can get lunch while you pee.”
He nodded. That sounded okay.
Porrim popped back in her ear bud, signifying she was done talking, leaving him to his own thoughts.
He sighed and looked out the window, trying not to focus on his pulsing bladder and his hand loosely in front of it.
They drove over a pothole causing Kankri to cringe and tighten his grip on the front of his jeans. God, that spurred his bladder, making the liquid in it slosh, though he thought that was impossible.
Still jarred from the jolt, his bladder let out a tiny spurt. Kankri inhaled sharply and kept his hand in place, afraid of what would happen if he took it off.
He almost turned to Porrim to ask her how long it would be, or if she could hurry up, but he knew she probably wouldn’t answer.
Another wave of desperation crashed down on him.
He moved his other hand to his crotch, accidentally brushing against his swollen bladder sticking out of the top of his jeans, Though, it felt more like a press.
He cringed again and immediately crammed the hand along side the other one, needing all the pressure on the outside to combat all the liquid sloshing inside of him, bearing on is flood gates.
Kanaya stuck her head into the front seat, “Are you sure you don’t want to pull over?” Her words weren’t malicious, more as concerned.
Kankri yelped as she spoke suddenly, honestly not expecting it. A small stream of urine escaped, dampening his boxers a bit. But, unlike he would have expected, it only made his need worse.
“I won’t be seen peeing in a bush. I’m a civilized adult.”
“Okay..” Kanaya trailed off before retreating to the back seat.
Kankri squirmed in his seat, before looking out the window again, hoping that they were close.
They hit another pothole instead of arriving.
This time, however, Kankri physically yelped as a stream let loose. This stupid road was too much for his full bladder.
Porrim took out an ear bud again, “Don’t pee in my car. We only have like, ten minutes.”
Kankri nodded, afraid he couldn’t make words at that point, he was too focussed on keeping all that pee inside his bladder. And he was losing the fight.
Little streams slipped out every now and then, un prompted by bumps in the road, and each one longer than the last.
He felt a wet patch appear under his hands, causing him to gasp, which in turn lead him to letting out another spurt.
At least he jeans were dark so it wouldn’t be too noticeable once they actually got to the town.
The next ten minutes were probably the longest hell of his life.
Each bump or turn toggling his bladder, causing it to release more as sloshing urine pent up inside him was no match for his relaxing muscles.
As they entered the town, Kankri unbuckled himself again, it would be easier to get out if he did so.
Porrim didn’t say anything, and thank god.
She pulled into a parking lot, and before the car got to a full stop, the got out.
The astonishing weight of his bladder it him as he stumbled to his feet.
It made him wish he hand another hand to shove between his legs. He also wanted to bend over to relieve some of the pressure, but he couldn’t. He forced himself to take a step, fully aware he was leaking with every step.
He got onto the sidewalk but stumbled, jarring his bladder once again.
He let out a small yelp before he lost the fight completely, letting his flood gates go unintentionally.
Tears bubbled up in his eyes. No way, he was so close.
He let of a choked sob as hot urine leaked between his fingers and down his legs.
Somebody touched his back, Porrim.
“Kanny,” Yes it was.
He let out another sob. How could she see him like this?
Karkat started laughing from the car, only evoking another sob from kankri as he finished wetting himself in public.
Porrim rubbed his back, “It’s okay,” She hushed gently, “Let’s get you some pants out of the car, okay?”
It almost amazed him how nice Porrim could be when he needed it yet rude when he didn’t.
He turned and buried himself in her chest, still crying. “I’m sorry,”
“Oh hush, it’s just an accident you didn’t mean for this to happen,” She started carding a hand through his hair until he calmed down. |
((nondescript au after the game where jane mothers the alpha kids because none of them grew up in a society like she did.))
Jake’s fingers subconsciously dug into his leg, bunching up the loose fabric of his khaki shorts and jiggled his leg.
God. He had to piss. So. Bad. And there was no where to do said thing.
His gaze slipped to the potted plant in the corner before ripping his gaze away.
No. He was not in the wild, as Jane kept reminding him. He didn’t piss in plants. Even if he was regretting drinking all that soda, even if his bladder was begging t release, yearning for that.
No. Again.
Thinking of such sweet, sweet release would only make things worse. And he wasn’t sure he could handle that.
“Jake,” Jane touched his cheek softly, having learned that was the best way to get his attention if he was spacing out.
His head whipped around to face Jane who looked awfully concerned.
“Jake sweety. Are you okay? You look really nervous, and you’re chewing on your lip.”
Huh. He was. But pointing it out only made him bite it harder.
Jane winced, “You’re bleeding.”
He nearly rolled his eyes and replied ‘I know’ as he did every time she pointed out blood as she was prone to do, but honestly he had no idea he was bleeding.
He lifted a hand, not the one entangled in the tan fabric of his pants, and wiped at his chin where something warm was dribbling down it. He took it away and wiped in on his pants, to which, he priced Jane frowned.
She was probably frowning because he had yet to release his poor chewed up lip.
Noticing that for himself, he released his lip from his teeth’s wrath and fidgeted as he noticed all the conversation stopped. His eyes scanned the room, every one else’s were on him.
“Are you okay?” Jade was the one who talked, concerned about him.
He nodded, “Yeah. Totally.” He spoke as he pressed his thighs together as if that would relieve him.
God. Why why why did he have to be trapped by social convention? Why couldn’t he just get up and go to the restroom as he wanted to.
Well he could, but Jane had told him as well as Roxy and Dirk that leaving in the middle of a conversation was rude, and you had to excuse yourself politely.
He hated social rules like that, but he was glad for her teaching them regardless. With out her guide, the three who had grown up outside of any influence probably would be disrespectful left and right, not to mention terrible at reading.
He squirmed again as another wave hit him, only making his thighs press together further. His hand twitched as he so badly wanted to jam it between his legs. He knew that would make it better. But of course, touching yourself in public was a bad thing and gross.
He groaned and his bladder pulsed again, still aware everyone was looking at him. Why? Just go back to your damn conversation!
“Sweety, if you need to go to the bathroom, you can just go. None of us care,” Damn. Jane figured it out.
He shook his head, regaining his composer before speaking. “No, its fine. I’m all right, I don’t need to go.”
Damn, why did he say that? Out of reflex?
Urine burned him as he felt it inch closer to spilling out of him.
Fuck. He wanted to leave. But if he did now, everyone would know he lied, and if there was one thing his grandmother told him before leaving, it was not to lie. It made things worse. Always.
Why didn’t he listen to her advice in this conversation?
A spurt escaped. He nearly yelped but bit his lip at the last second. It hurt. Oh yes, the damn hole he had bit earlier.
He drew in a breath and tried to calm himself, and he should be calm. There was only the tiniest dot of urine on the inside of his briefs.
It was still almost eerily silent. God, why was everyone looking at him?
Jane stood up with a sigh and pat his cheek again, just to make sure he was paying attention.
He looked up at her, probably giving her the most pathetic look, unintentionally of course.
Jane sigh and grabbed his hand, “You need to go to the bathroom, everyone knows this and you do too. If you can’t go by yourself, then I’m taking you.”
Jake immediately flushed and tried to draw is hand away, tough not to roughly. He could easily break free of her grasp, but didn’t.
“I-I’m fine,” he lied again. It was just a pride thing at that point. He shouldn’t be reminded that he needed to pee like a kid, or even be that desperate with everyone watching. For petes sake, he was an adult. Or sort of…
But that wasn’t the point, everyone else his age could hold it and be fine!
Another wave if pressure hit his bladder, causing it to contract painfully as it tried to released some of the liquid that was too pent up to even slosh any more.
He must have whimpered because Jane looked concerned.
“Sweety, come on,” she urged gently, the urgency rising, almost as his was.
Another spurt came out unintentionally, apparently not been able to have withstood the pressure.
He gasped and yanked his hand away from Jane, jamming it in between his tightly closed legs, covering up the small damp spot he had made.
Everyone already knew he had to piss, so why was he even pretending at the moment that he didn’t have to? He gave a squeeze. Besides, doing this felt a lot better then just waiting for the piss to flow through him.
Jane made a soft clicking noise with here tongue against the roof of her mouth. A sound she made when she was disappointed.
Jake tore s gaze away from her, not wanting to face her if she was disappointed. Instead of looking up at the girl who had sort of become a mother figure, he looked at his lap, and his hand tightly crammed in it.
“I-I need to go pee.” he muttered out aft another sort burst escaped him, signifying the losing of the battle. God, why did he even prolong it like this?
“No shit.” it was Dirk who spoke. It sounded odd to Jake; no one up until Jane started speaking had said anything.
Jane took his hand again, though not the one with the droplets of pee on it, the other on. “Then come along,”
As she pulled softly on his arm, he stood up and immediately regretted it.
His swollen bladder sitting down was nothing compared to him standing, bearing the full weight of his load under gravity.
He doubled over, one hand still at s crotch, finally able to feel how tight his bladder was. How full it was and how it bulged out, almost incapable of keeping it in.
That fact was proven as another burst of pee let itself creep out. It was the longest yet, and only dampened his hand more.
“Jake?” Jane sounded concerned.
Jake only responded with a whimper, he wasn’t going to make it, and all because he was so stupid.
Jane gave another soft tut before squatting down and looking him in the eye, “Sweety, are you going to be okay? Can you make it?”
He shook his head, no, to both answers.
She gave a soft sigh, “Let’s try any way, okay?”
Again he shook his head. It just hurt so much. And he already made an embarrassment out of himself. So why should he even tried. And all the pee just kept weighing down on him, putting more pressure on his bladderevery second, letting his muscles get weaker.
Another stream of pee let loose, appearing not going to stop. He strained trying to stop it, undoubtedly simpering as the damp spot spread from under his hands, making a brown halo surrounding his hands. It didn’t really stop, just slowed down.
“Well, if you’re not going to try. Then just let it go. There’s no point in hurting yourself if you don’t want to change the inevitable.”
She sounded really disappointed, and it made tears bubble up in his eyes, clouding his vision. She could see he was leaking badly, and she probably thought poorly of him.
He shook his head again, this time adding the vocal effects of such an action. After a moment, he added words too, “I’m not a little kid, I’m not going to pee myself.”
“You already are,” she pointed out.
God. Every time she spoke, she just sounded more disappointed.
“No.” he tried again to save his face, though the wet, brown spot was growing slowly, invading the tan.
Jane sighed, “Okay, fine. You aren’t standing here, and you aren’t wetting yourself.”
Jake shook his head again, just being indigent now.
He was also growing on the fact to just finish off this long leak and be able to go to the bathroom. It was letting up the pressure, and maybe he could walk again.
Jane sat back down, with a frown on her face, equal parts upset and worried.
Jake however, was fulfilling his idea. Enough pee had been released that he could stand up again. It still hurt, and the liquid inside of him still pressed down on his poor, sore bladder, but he could stand up. Possibly walk. Besides, a damp spot the size of a cantaloupe and unspilled tears was still better than a full blown accident like a kid.
“I’m fine,” he reassured, not only himself, but the others in the room. He started walking away toward the bathroom, figuring he had already broke enough social rules to walk away without excusing himself.
Dirk however, had others plans, and didn’t seem to want to see Jake walk away relatively unscathed.
He grabbed his half empty soda bottle and dumped it upside down, letting the fizzy liquid drip on the the ground, splattering noisily on the hard floor.
Roxy hit his arm, aware of what he was doing, not only making a mess, but causing Jake to have an accident, or at least trying.
But the damage was already done, and no amount of hitting Dirk could fix it.
Jake’s bladder gave up, or maybe he gave up. But not a step away from where he originally was, he started peeing.
He keeled over and shoved another hand into his crotch as if it could help, but it didn’t. The stream just coming, trailing past the circlish spot and trailing down his inseam in droopy lines, and once there was no fabric to try and soak up his torrent of piss, it bean dripping down. Or rather, falling off his hem, trailing on his legs and gathering in a puddle beneath him.
After what seemed like forever, he stopped. Not because he regained muscle control, but because there was nothing left. Nothing but a couple droplets leaving the hem of his soaked pant and dripping sadly in the wide puddle.
As the realization of what he did struck him, the tears that had gathered in his eyes began to drip down his cheeks in fat blobs.
He peed himself. And it was his own damn fault. He had an accident like a little kid. Not the girl who was raised by carapacians with a book did that. Or the boy who lived completely alone did that. Not even the girl who grew up on an island like he did, did that. Only him, because he was a stupid baby with a stupid bladder and was just stupid.
He didn’t rise from his hunched position until Jane pat his cheek. Or rather wiped a tear away.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
God. Even if she didn’t sound as disappointed as she did, her words still carried enough to fill him with shame, almost as much as the pee he had.
Tears falling wasn’t enough to express his shame. He whimpered before letting out a cry. Then another till he was full out wailing, his body racking with sobs and Jane rubbed his back, though from a distance; not willing to step in his mess.
He was just so gross. And he hated it. He wanted his grandma there to make it better, but all he had was Jane who was trying to help and Jade who was watching, almost in awe.
With calming words, Jane managed to lead him off to a bathroom before going back to clean up his mess. His gross mess.
Thinking about it made him cry out again. He knew he should stop and take a shower like he was supposed to, but then again, when did he do what he knew he should? |
Buffy Omo Part 2: Faith.
Faith arrived at Buffy's house, she was supposed to call on the blonde slayer to find out which cemetery she was going to be patrolling tonight so that she could go to one of the others. Knocking in the door, Faith expected to see Buffy when it opened, but instead she was surprised to see Joyce on the other side.
"Faith, how wonderful of you to pop over. Are you looking for Buffy?" She asked.
Faith smiled and fidgeted with her hands while standing on the porch. She nodded.
"Yeah, is she in?" She asked.
Joyce smiled and opened the door wider to let the dark haired slayer in.
"She's up in her room. I'm just doing some dinner, would you like to stay for some?" She asked.
Faith thought about it and then nodded in that unique way of hers.
"I'd love to, if Buffy doesn't mind" she said.
Joyce smiled and waved her off.
"I'm sure Buffy won't mind" she stated.
She then closed the door and directed Faith up the stairs to Buffy's room.
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During dinner, Faith found herself increasingly thirsty and had at least five pints of orange juice with her meal. She and Buffy had sorted out which cemetery they were to patrol each and when the meal was over, Faith thanked Joyce and said her goodbyes before heading off in the direction of the cemetery.
While on her way there, she got a niggling feeling in the back of her mind, something telling her that she'd forgotten to do something before leaving Buffy's house, but she ignored it. She couldn't be thinking of what she'd forgotten and fight Vampires at the same time, so she continued.
Once at the cemetery, Faith saw the newest grave and waited by it. The chances were that the person had simply died of natural causes, actually those chances were about a hundred to one. So, she sat on the grave marker opposite the newly covered grave and waited. This was the part she hated, it gave her time to think about things, like the light pressure she could feel on her bladder. Shaking her head, she cleared herself of those thoughts, after all, it was only a slight pressure, nothing to worry about.
As time wore on, the pressure in her bladder began to steadily increase and she was now regretting drinking all that orange juice at dinner. But, she couldn't leave for even a second, this guy could rise at any moment and it wouldn't look good if she missed it because she was taking a whizz. Crossing her legs, she squeezed her thighs together a little to help reinforce the muscles of her bladder, though with her being a slayer she would've thought that her muscles were strong enough to hold as long as she needed to.
By the time darkness enshrouded the cemetery, Faith was constantly wiggling on the grave marker and uncrossing and recrossing her legs. Her hand was leaning on her thigh in a tight fist. By God did she need to piss right now, but she couldn't. She uncrossed her legs again and gasped as her bladder spasmed a little and a small leak found its way into her panties. Quickly, she crossed her legs again and squeezed her thighs together tightly.
Another few minutes went by and Faith was beginning to think that maybe Buffy was wrong, maybe this guy wasn't going to rise tonight if at all. But she had to make sure, though her bladder wasn't making things easy, there was now a definite ache from where she was holding so much inside the middle sized pouch. A groan escaped her as her bladder spasmed again and another leak forced its way out of her and she clenched her thighs tightly again.
She could do this! She was not about to give up and piss herself right here and right now! But her bladder had other ideas, another spasm had her doubling over and her hands between her legs pressing against her cooch. Suddenly, through the pounding of her ears, she noticed the familiar rustling sound of earth being moved. Looking up, she saw the hand coming out of the ground and she stood up. That was the worst mistake she'd made, as gravity now pulled down on her bladder and it contracted again, once again making her double over with desperation and pain.
'Come on Faith, just stake this vamp and you can go and take a piss behind a mausoleum or something' she thought.
The vampire took his time escaping from his six foot hole and during that time, Faith leaked a few more times into her panties. When the vamp was out however, Faith out her desperation to the back of her mind and went about fighting with the inhuman creature. However, as she fought, her bladder gave a few more contractions and a long spurt left her, causing her to double over in the middle of giving a kick. When the spurt ended, she looked up to see the vampire looking at her with laughter in his eyes and she growled, going at him with more determination than before.
It wasn't long until she subdued the vamp and dusted him, but by that time her bladder'd had enough. Just as she was about to walk a cold shiver worked its way up her spine and a warm feeling appeared between her legs.
"No" she said.
She put her hands between her legs to attempt to prevent the inevitable, but the force of the piss trying to escape pushed its way through her closed off muscles and sent a strong stream into her panties, one that didn't stop. She groaned as she pissed herself, the relief overwhelmed the embarrassment of doing such a thing and when she was finished, the only thing that reminded her that she had been rather desperate was the aching bladder and gut. |
I was inspired to write a story of this nature by some negative feedback I received for one of my past stories. The reader didn't like the sexual ending to it. This one probably won't be his/her cup to tea, since it's full of sexual material (almost a love story first and a pee story second). However, I do think others might enjoy it but it is a bit on the long side and requires patience to read through. Please let me know what you think!
Emily pressed her thick legs together as she bit her lip to stifle another orgasmic shriek. Even when lost in her dreamy world of temporary bliss, she gravely feared the idea of the hot couple next door listening in on her sinful self-pleasure.
She flipped over to her stomach, still grinding her fingers furiously on her clitoris. Her eyes opened briefly as she located the lower edge of her pillow to bite down on, then shut again as she vividly fantasized the cute boy downstairs licking her. His fat cock would grow inside his pants until he finally made her cum and then she would return the sexual favor. Releasing his strained member from his boxers or briefs would be an absolute thrill for her in itself. She would then invite him into her mouth. His hot cum would eventually fill her oral cavity as he exploded and she would pull his cock out to feel his sweet nectar spray all over her face.
The vision was enough to push Emily over the edge. She screamed into her pillow as the powerful climaxing sensation overcame her and she shuddered helplessly in place for a few seconds. She collapsed into a flat position, still clutching her womanhood. She finally released the pillow from her fierce bite and rested the side of her head on it, breathing heavily. As she moved her hand away from her crotch, she felt the soft absorbent fabric of the towel beneath her, an unwelcome reminder of her embarrassing secret.
Sighing, she flipped to her back and dragged the towel up for inspection. As she feared, it was dripping wet and saturated with a familiar aroma. She shifted her feet around the bed to regrettably confirm that the wetness had spread well beyond the towel. She had once again made a huge mess all over her bed, squirting inadvertently as she touched herself to orgasm. It was a part of why she was still a virgin at age 22, though there were certainly a thousand other reasons too.
She stared up at the ceiling; the old greying color reminded her of a dull overcast morning, much like the hundreds she had spent walking to school during her childhood. She wanted to enjoy the final portion of her Saturday masturbation session, the denouement as an old English teacher might call it, before she gathered together her wet sheets and made her way to the laundry room downstairs. She hoped none of the building's other residents were planning along the same lines. She would hate to be questioned about her wet, smelly bedding. In any case, she would make sure her current surroundings were secluded well, beneath other clothes in her laundry basket.
Wet bedsheets were not a happy thought for Emily. She had always been a weak-bladdered girl, having night-time accidents until age ten. She was well-known as a pants wetter in elementary school until grade three. Even today, she was careful of not being caught with a full bladder. All the bullying and name-calling had left her as a socially awkward and shy outcast through her teen years. She was self-conscious about nearly everything- her chubby frame especially her big ass and legs, her round face, her slightly uneven breasts, her low-pitched voice. She couldn't even imagine the humiliation of squirting everywhere in the presence of a sexual partner.
Being raised in a traditional and conservative Chinese household, she had first learned about masturbation in sex-ed class at the age of 12. With some more research of her own on the internet, she discovered a temporary release from the social anxiety she felt on a daily basis. It was a means of escape and natural comfort in all environments. She touched herself in the bathroom stall at school almost every day. She used the water stream to pleasure herself in the shower. However, her bed ended up becoming strictly off limits. She had tried rubbing herself off a number of times prior to going to sleep, but had always ended up with a wet bed. In fact, she had thought she had peed in her sleep the first time she had done it. She had fallen asleep right after climaxing and awoken the next morning in a panic that she had wet her bed, over two years after kicking the habit. Despite her attempt to hide the evidence, her mom had quietly replaced her sheets after she had left for school.
Emily had discovered the cause of the initial "accident" a few nights later, when she happened to open her eyes while cumming to discover her pussy shooting out mighty spurts of clear fluid all over her bed. She had researched the topic on the internet, coming across some rather arousing pornography as well as articles and scientific studies. Despite all the online claims of guys loving a woman who squirts, Emily was still severely embarrassed at her predicament. Last week, she had come across a news article covering a recent research study which had found that fluid released during squirting was essentially urine. Learning this had not helped Emily's self esteem one bit.
Emily had finally moved away from her parents' home after completing her Arts degree and finding a job as a graphics designer for a marketing company. An investment in a waterproof mattress protector and several towels now allowed her to conveniently masturbate in her bed when she desired. It was still a real hassle having to wash everything so often, so she tried to limit how often she did it. She really didn't like leaving the bed soiled for too long; the smell really filled her little bedroom after a day or so.
Emily resisted the urge to drift back to sleep and arose to clean up. She stumbled naked to the bathroom, deciding to wipe off her lower body with a wet towel for now and shower after she dumped her laundry into the washing machine. A quick rinse of mouthwash got the stale morning breath smell out of her mouth and treated her with a cool minty taste. Forgoing the effort of putting on a fresh pair of panties, she pulled on a old pair of light grey yoga pants. She felt naughty and horny with the nylon fabric rubbing against her pussy. She wondered if the outline of her vagina would show if she bent over. She admired the courage of her fit young yoga instructor who always wore skin-tight yoga pants in front of the class. Her camel-toe always showed, along with her perky nipples through those clingy white t-shirts with no bra underneath. Emily assumed she enjoyed the attention. She wasn't complaining though- the class had its fair share of handsome men who probably remained loyal because of the fine scenery.
Emily threw on a pink t-shirt and filled her laundry basket with the wet sheets and dirty clothes scattered all over bedroom floor. She took the elevator down and observed herself briefly in the mirrored wall behind her. Her jet black hair was tied back in a ponytail but still scattered messily around her face. A bit of eyeliner still showed around the inner corners of her oriental eyes, having survived the rushed face washing last night. She certainly didn't look her best, but it was okay. Running into another tenant in the laundry room was not a strong possibility. In her three months living at the four storey condo, she had only found company down there once. That was on a weekday evening, but the laundry room was a whole different ball game on weekend mornings. In fact, the entire building was eerily silent- not much activity of any sort could be heard.
Emily regretted her appearance the moment the elevator door opened. The cute boy from second floor was waiting for his washing machine cycle to finish. Emily considered setting down her laundry basket at her feet and pushing the third floor button to head right back to her room, but the young man had already turned around to notice her. "Hi", he said with a big welcoming smile. Emily met his gaze for a few seconds and mumbled a shy "Hi" in return. She looked around for somewhere to set her laundry down away from him; she didn't want him to smell her female ejaculate. Unfortunately, the laundry room was small, with only one washing machine and dryer. To Emily's dismay, he followed her to the far end of the room to introduce himself.
"Hi, I'm Milan. Sorry about hogging the machine- the washing part will be all done in about five minutes."
Emily was taken by surprise by his confidence. She had run into him twice before, in the elevator after work. He was well dressed, in a black suit with a briefcase. She had wondered which profession he was in. The mystery around him was definitely a big part of her fantasy. Maybe he was a successful lawyer. Or perhaps he worked in a large firm downtown. Was he single? Part of her wanted to know the answer to that last question so desperately, but a bigger part of her accepted that she would never be able to ask him. She wished she could at least talk to him, for a start. Well, this was her chance. He had never really started a conversation with her before, just a quick greeting with a smile and a "Have a good one" as he exited the elevator.
Emily accepted his handshake and forced herself to look in his eyes, despite her introvert urges to look past him at the old, rattling washing machine. His hand was a bit rougher than she expected and he had a strong grip. "N-no problem, I'm Emily." She realized then that his warm smile and gaze into her eyes had never departed from his face. He was definitely expecting her to continue the conversation. "So... you... doing laundry?"
Emily's face burned red as the last word left her mouth. Such a retarded question! Why couldn't she think of something smarter to say? UGH!
Milan giggled, "Yeah, I try to get my laundry done on Friday night so I can enjoy my weekend, but I got stuck with a big project at work... so here I am! You look like you have a giant load to get through also!" He gestured at her basket and giggled again.
Emily forced herself to smile and chuckle back, trying to bury the embarrassment she felt over both her stupid question and the wet contents of her basket. "What do you do?"
"I'm a Market Research Analyst for ebay. I basically look at the purchasing and surfing habits.. or trends.. probably a better way to put it... of online shoppers and analyze ways to better sell to them. Not the most glamorous job, but it's interesting to me." He shrugged, as if he knew the job seemed boring to her. "What about you?"
"I'm a graphics designer- I design posters, flyers, online ads, basically everything. Your job sounds really interesting, by the way." Emily blushed slightly, hoping her attraction for him wasn't too obvious. At least her conversation skills were not as lame anymore. He really was handsome, with hazelnut brown eyes, dark brown hair, and a tall muscular build. He had a deep voice, with a hint of European accent which Emily couldn't identify exactly. She wondered if he was an immigrant or a product of relocated parents, as she was. Today, he was casually dressed in jeans, a University of Michigan sweatshirt, and leather sandals. The scene seemed a little out of place, with all of her fantasies starting with him dressed up in formal attire and then stripping down from there.
Milan seemed encouraged by her interest and started going into detail about some of the work he had done recently. Emily nodded politely and laughed at the appropriate moments. She noticed his eyes wander briefly down to her chest and realized in horror that her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric; she wasn't wearing a bra! She casually crossed her arms over her breasts to try to shield the sight from his view. Milan's excited chatter was interrupted by the washing machine behind him coming to an abrupt halt. He excused himself and quickly shifted his laundry to the dryer, gesturing for Emily to go ahead and use the washer. Emily hesitated, not wishing to handle her wet bedding in front of him, but decided he would be none the wiser if she did it quickly. She dumped her load in with a swift upheaval of the basket and quickly shut the door. She could feel his eyes admiring her bosom again as she worked. She strangely felt sexually charged at being admired in a vulnerable state.
He waited until she turned back to him before speaking again. "Emily, what would you say to a quick brunch with me while we wait for the laundry?"
Emily was surprised at the direct invitation. She had never been on a date before and here was her crush asking her to step out with him in her yoga pants and tight t-shirt revealing her tits to the world! "Um.. sure, but do you think I could run upstairs and grab my coat first?"
Emily saw him give a long parting glance at her boobs on display before replying. "Yes, of course. I'll meet you in the lobby."
Emily smiled at him and rushed into the elevator with the intention of quickly pulling on underwear. She changed her mind as she ripped off her t-shirt. Milan was clearly enjoying the naughty show she was giving him. Why was she being so uptight? Screw the bra and panties! She replaced her t-shirt and threw on a light coat, already planning to take it off as soon as she got to the restaurant.
The walk ended up being slower and longer than Emily expected, which was completely fine by her. They walked towards the south end of the city, ending up in the oldest and most historic area from which the city of Surrey had grown. Milan seemed to be the natural talker, so she felt comfortable with not being pressured to talk too much. Even with her limited input, she could feel the chemistry between them as the chat moved seamlessly from their current lives to their past and future ambitions.
Twenty minutes later, they finally reached the tiny pub, which Milan described as his favorite place in town. The soft classical music in the background was the perfect "spice" to the hardwood floors, tables, and chairs which composed the ancient but well-kept establishment. The place was empty, with the exception of the bartender and a middle-aged couple seated in a corner to the right of the bar. Milan led the way to a table for two on the other side of the bar.
Prior to sitting down, Emily removed her jacket and caught a brief look of surprise in Milan's eyes. As she had assumed, he had been fully expecting her to put on a bra when she had the opportunity. This time, Emily made no attempt to shield her 32B breasts from his view, even though she felt slightly uncomfortable whenever he casually glanced down at them. She had to feign confidence even though she was sorely lacking it. She hoped she wasn't coming across as too slutty. The waitress brought over the breakfast menus and asked if they wanted to start with something to drink. To Emily's surprise, Milan requested a pitcher of the pub's specialty draught beer.
"I'm sorry, Emily. I know it's early, but I have got to get you to try some of this beer they brew up in Minnesota- it's absolutely incredible!"
Emily happily nodded her head, hoping the beer would help calm her nerves a little. She had never been in love but this feeling fit everything she had ever read about the feeling, with a warm excitement filling her from head to toe and butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Gosh, Milan was so amazing. She could just listen to him talk endlessly.
The beer was delicious, as Milan had promised. The food took a while to arrive, so they had their glasses nearly emptied when the waitress came around again. Thinking quickly, Milan emptied the pitcher into the two glasses and ordered another. Emily wasn't objecting- the alcohol was helping her become more talkative. As an added benefit, the tone of the dialogue was evolving towards more liveliness and flirting. She didn't drink too often, so she felt pretty buzzed even before they started on the second pitcher. The two of them sat there long after the food was gone, sipping away. Things were progressing pleasantly quickly, with lots of back and forth touching between jokes, even a few playful kicks exchanged under the table. Emily was taken back by her own confidence, but the beer and love fueled haze had extinguished her inhibitions.
As they finished drinking the second pitcher, nearly two hours after arriving at the pub, Milan finally called for the bill. Despite Emily's protests, he paid for the both of them as a true gentleman. Emily got up first to give him ample opportunity to see her nipples one last time before she bundled up again. As she zipped up, she realized that she needed to pee, and quite badly at that. All the joking and flirting had kept her mind off her steadily growing need until she had stood up. The act seemed to enhance her bladder's fullness to a very noticeable level. She opened her mouth to tell Milan she was going to pay a quick visit to the ladies, but saw that he was already up and ready to leave. She hesitated, not wanting to make him wait for her especially now that he was out of his seat.
It wasn't a long way home- she could definitely hold it until she got back to her condo. She was probably just being her usual overly precautious self. She quickly started walking with Milan out of the pub and they were on their way home. Five minutes into the walk, Emily's need for the toilet had seemed to multiply significantly. The beer was filling her bladder at a rapid rate and she had grown quieter in her verbal exchanges with Milan, as more of her attention went to her growing predicament. He seemed to sense the change in her and remained silent for a minute as well.
"Is everything okay?" he finally asked after some careful deliberation. Emily could tell that he was perplexed by her sudden withdrawn attitude.
"Well.. it's just that.." She debated internally about telling him that she needed to pee. Despite her drunk state, she was still shy about such matters. Oh screw it- telling him the truth was better than leading him to think she was bored by him. "I really need to pee. I should have gone at the pub, but I just didn't want to make you wait for me."
Milan giggled. God, that little laugh of his was just adorable. It was almost hard to believe it came from a tall, well-built man. "Oh, that would have been no problem at all! Let's find you a washroom, shall we?" He immediately scanned the area to identify a possible gas station or restaurant.
Emily blushed in slight humiliation at the sight of her date seeking out a toilet for her. They were already halfway home! She was not a little girl! She could absolutely hold her pee for ten more minutes until she got to her own washroom. She should not have brought up the topic at all. "No, no! It's quite alright- I'm fine! I was just a bit distracted that's all. I'll go when I get home."
Emily blushed again. Talking about her personal needs to the man of her dreams was really embarrassing. If only she had just excused herself back at the pub! All of this embarrassing dialogue could have been avoided!
"Alright then." Milan seemed to detect her discomfort in the topic and decided not to push further. Emily could see that he thought it was no big deal to stop for a pee break, but was glad he decided not to argue the point. Her stubbornness was definitely irrational- she knew it. She just couldn't admit to him that she needed to go as badly as she did. It was getting increasingly painful to walk as her bladder sent warning signs to her brain. They walked past an open-door cafe and Emily saw Milan hesitate as if he was about to suggest that she use the ladies room inside. He glanced over at her as she sternly avoided eye contact and kept walking, successfully conveying that he shouldn't bring up the pee topic again. Emily wondered if he could detect how badly she needed relief by her body language. Only five minutes from home- soon enough she would be able to pee.
Emily's pace slowed as she felt the weight of her bladder exerting pressure on her pussy. She was dangerously full and needed to pee so desperately. She was surprised by how quickly her bladder had filled up since they had left the pub. It must be a combination of the alcohol's diuretic effect and the walk getting her kidneys working faster. Milan politely slowed down to match her pace.
"He deserves better than a little fat-assed girl like me." Emily thought to herself as she hobbled along. A strong spasm from her bladder made her halt in her tracks and bend over. She almost reached into her crotch to reduce some of the pressure, but caught herself in time. She definitely did NOT want to hold her pussy in front of Milan. She looked up in humiliation to find Milan standing and waiting for her to start walking again, watching her as she struggled to maintain control of her own bladder. She quickly straightened up and marched forward. They were only a minute or two from home. She could do this.
The sight of the building somehow made it even harder to hold it. She tried to discreetly push on her vagina as she walked towards the building, but Milan noticed the hand movement and glanced at her crotch. Blushing again, she quickly let go, almost leaking into her form-fitting yoga pants in the process. She remembered that she wasn't wearing panties so even the tiniest spurt would show on the light grey cloth. As Milan unlocked the door, she had no choice but to clutch herself to prevent an accident. The elevator door opened in front of them and two young women stepped out, immediately bursting into laughter at the sight of Emily on the verge of wetting herself. She desperately bounced in place pressing her thighs together and cautiously moving her hands away from her most intimate region. She was so, so close to losing control. Just a few more moments before she could relieve herself in her toilet. She had come too far to lose the battle now. She deliberately wobbled towards the elevator door which was patiently being held open by Milan.
"I-I'm sorry about this. You must think I'm such a baby." Emily sobbed as she spoke, nearly in tears from the excruciating pain of holding in her pee and the humiliation she felt. She shoved her hands in her crotch again as the elevator lurched upwards. She felt a few drops escape her tortured pee-hole and she gritted her teeth together to squeeze harder.
"It's fine, Emily- happens to the best of us. Don't worry- you're almost home. I had a great date with you- thanks for everything." To her surprise, he bowed down to meet her hunched over posture and planted a quick kiss on her lips. Surprised by the act, Emily felt herself leak again. A wet warmness covered her fingers. "Great," she thought to herself, "My first kiss and I'm wetting my pants like a little girl."
The elevator finally lurched to a stop at the third floor. The ten second ride had felt like five minutes in her helplessly desperate state. They waited for the doors to open but nothing happened.
"What the FUCK?" yelled Emily. She had been banking on getting into her bathroom in about ten seconds and now the goddamn elevator was stuck! She pounded her fist helplessly on the white doors, crying. Acting lady-like in front of Milan was now the last thing on her mind- she just wanted to get to her toilet and PEE! She was about to completely disgrace herself and it was all because of a stuck elevator! Milan put his arm around her and tried to comfort her until she finally stopped banging on the door and the crying subsided to a quiet sob. He pulled out his cell phone and called the building manager to report the incident.
Emily squirmed helplessly as another squirt evaded her. Her fingers were digging deep into her vulva through the thin fabric and she once again felt the warmth on her hand. This time, her pee flowed down to her palm. She clenched her fingers tight together to prevent dripping down to the tiled floor below. All of her concentration was allocated to not urinating in her pants somehow. It was a losing battle and she knew it. Why the hell had she not peed at the pub? Why didn't she ask Milan to wait for a couple minutes at the cafe? Why was she so stupid? She somehow never heard a single word of Milan's thirty second phone to the building manager. He hung up the phone to update her on the situation. It was grave news.
"Hey Emily, um...the building manager is not at home at the moment but he's rushing back to try to reset the elevator from the electric breaker downstairs. He understands it's an emergency so he will try to get here in about ten minutes."
Ten minutes! There was no way on God's green earth she would ever be able to hold on that long! Why, oh why, had she not gone at the fucking pub? The same regret was returning to her thoughts over and over, each time more frustrating than the last. She began bawling all over again, shifting desperately in place to prevent another squirt. Milan seemed unsure about how to handle the situation. Here was a smoking hot curvy woman in an elevator alone with him slowly but surely wetting her pants, in a state of embarrassment and despair. If only he could do something to help her!
Emily leaked again, this time just barely regaining control. Her eyes widened in panic as her pants darkened from wetness flowing beyond her iron grip down her right inner thigh. She took a glimpse at the mirror behind and her and confirmed that her ass was soaked. Milan would surely see that, if he hadn't already. She wondered what the point of even trying to hold on any longer was. Her pants were already wet and there was an eternity to wait before the elevator opened. There was no way she would make it that long. Her bladder was already filled well beyond capacity. It was literally a ticking time bomb.
Yet another squirt escaped her strained pussy and Emily finally surrendered the battle. She was too tired, too hopeless, too desperate to hold on a second longer. Her pee flowed violently through her fingers, rapidly enveloping her tights in a shameful darkness. The loud splattering sound of her pee hitting the floor filled the elevator. Emily finally dropped her hand from her crotch and sighed with relief as pee continued to cascade out of her. She stared down at her crotch almost in disbelief as the stream formed a growing light yellow puddle at her feet. The warmth running down her legs felt strangely pleasant, but nothing compared to the epic relief of finally letting go after holding for way too long. Her bladder pulsed inside of her as it emptied leisurely, steadily returning to its unstretched state. She could smell a hint of alcohol in the pee aroma filling the elevator. She finally finished peeing, standing frozen in place until the final drops hit the floor.
The silence in the elevator seemed to last an eternity as Emily continued staring down at her feet, not so much in disbelief anymore but in deep shame. She couldn't believe she had just wet herself! And in the presence of her first date, first kiss, first everything pretty much. She wanted to die. Any form of violent, painful death would be a welcome exchange for the humiliation she felt at that moment. She finally found the courage to sneak a peek at Milan from the corner of her eye. He had his eyes glued on her wet butt, but a look of intrigue, not disgust covered his face. She also noticed that he was standing quite awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot. With all her focus on her own need, she had missed his obvious pee dancing. He had not visited the toilets for the duration of their date either.
"I'm sorry, Milan," sobbed Emily. "I really had to go and I just couldn't hold it anymore!"
Milan continued to stand in his corner in silence. The look of panic on his face suddenly intensified as he grabbed his crotch, dancing desperately on the spot. Emily felt sympathy for him despite her own state. Luckily she was in a better position to help than he had been. It was still an embarrassing solution to present to him, especially in peed pants. However, it was the least that she could do considering he was also on the verge of wetting himself.
"U- Um... Milan... Why don't you just p-pee here since it's all wet anyway? I promise I won't look."
Milan looked around and realized she was right. No one would be able to tell that he had peed on the floor since Emily's accident had wet the entire elevator floor. He turned to the corner and unzipped himself with shaking hands, and not a moment too soon. He immediately peed a powerful stream, trying his best to hit only the floor at his feet and not the mirror in front of him. Emily turned away and shut her eyes, as she had promised.
Suddenly, the elevator lurched. Anticipating that the door was about to open, Milan tried to stop peeing mid-stream. He was just barely able to stop, zip up, and turn around as the door opened. There was no one outside. Emily could tell from his desperate squirming that he would helplessly start peeing at any moment. There was no way he would be able to stay dry until he got to his own room. She grabbed his hand and rushed him down the hall to her unit. He had a firm grip on his crotch, as he tried desperately not to spurt in his jeans. As Emily unlocked the door and directed him to the toilet, he started losing control. He just made it into her shower before his pee flowed through his jeans and right through his sandals. Emily walked into the open washroom to find him still peeing himself as he stared at her in shame.
"Sorry, I guess I had to go really bad as well and letting some go in the elevator made it that much worse. I been needing to go since back at the pub- was actually hoping you would ask to stop on the walk home so I could pee too."
Emily was oddly turned on by the sight of the attractive man in wet jeans in her shower. A force beyond her timid self seemed to take over as she compulsively made her way over to him to touch the wet denim fabric. She ran her fingertips lightly up his leg until she reached his groin. That was where the pee had originated from- his cock. It was quite exciting, in a sense. He had lost control of his manhood and pissed himself. It somehow negated her own accident. Because they had both seen each other wet themselves, there was no reason to be embarrassed or judge the other.
Emily's light touch was enough to produce a raging erection in Milan's wet briefs. He pulled her into the shower and turned the water on, wetting their clothes further. He pulled down her tight pants, surprised to find her naked underneath. He gripped her large, wet buttocks finally giving into the animal instinct he had experienced all morning. Emily moaned as his manly hands overpowered her and dragged her face-wards into the shower wall. He undid his pants as Emily ripped off her shirt so he could caress her breasts as he fucked her from behind. She screamed with pleasure, not caring what her neighbors heard.
All three sets of Emily's bed linens needed washing by the time Milan left her condo on Monday morning. |
A/N: Another two-shot commission. This one is a Tokyo Mew Mew story that involves the older Mews being turned younger. For appearances, I would imagine they look like they do in the bonus stories “Mew Mew Kindergarten” or whatever. Small mentions of diapering in the story, but it wasn't enough to really be considered diaper play so it didn't cross my limits.
“Come on, girls!” shouted Mew Ichigo. “We've got to give this all we've got!”
The Tokyo Mew Mews were locked in battle with a strange alien monster they had not faced before. They had no idea where it had come from or what it was trying to do; all they knew was that it had attacked the park and it was up to them to stop it. However, it was getting more and more difficult to land any attacks.
The monster was quick, and shot beams that the girls could barely dodge- with the exception of Pudding, whose gymnastics skills gave her agility that was far beyond that of the other girls. They didn't know what the beams would do if they hit them, but they did not want to find out.
“Pudding, try and immobilize it,” Ichigo said. “That's our only chance!”
“On it!” she said, grabbing her Pudding Ring and posing for attack. However, the monster was still too quick, and managed to evade her attack. It reared back and fired another beam, this time so quickly that only Pudding was fast enough to dodge it. She cartwheeled out of the way, but her friends were hit.
“Girls!” she shouted, trying to find them in the blinding light. However, what she saw shocked her beyond words.
Each of the other girls had been shrunken down, and now appeared to be around four or five years old! They each looked just as confused as she did, with the exception of Lettuce, who looked panicked, because somehow this had triggered her full transformation and she had her mermaid tail. She began crawling rapidly toward a small stream.
The monster appeared to be weakened from his attack, and Pudding managed to overcome her shock just long enough to hit it with her ring, trapping it. “Ichigo, now!” she called. The little cat girl looked nervous and unsure, and she shook her head.
“I don't think I can do it, onee-chan,” she said.
“What? But your attack is the only one that can stop the monster!” said Pudding. “I know you can do it!”
Ichigo grinned at her and aimed her attack, barely managing to hit the monster. She was clearly weakened by her change in size, and if it weren't for it being weakened and Pudding's trap, they likely would not have defeated it at all.
With the monster out of the way, the girls' focus shifted to each other. They all took in the fact that they had been affected by this strange monster, and then, suddenly, something seemed to changed. Lettuce, who had managed at last to reach the stream, seemed content simply to swim, while Mint pathetically tried to flap her wings. Zakuro snapped at Ichigo and the two began a chase that Pudding tried to break up, but she struggled to keep up with the two girls.
She had figured that their minds would have regressed with their bodies, but she had not considered the fact that their animal instincts would surface a bit more heavily as well. This was going to be a lot tougher to deal with than she had thought!
“Come on, girls, I have to get you all back to the cafe!” she said as she tried to round them up. “Maybe Ryou knows how to fix this...”
As she chased them, she noticed them all freeze up and start fidgeting uncomfortably. It took her a moment to realize what was wrong with them, but by the time she did, it was already too late. Zakuro had lifted a leg and began peeing against a tree and Ichigo had charged to the nearest sandbox. Mint did not stop trying to fly and a stream ran down her leg, and judging by the content grin on Lettuce's face, she had just peed in the water.
Pudding stared at the dark, wet patches on the three landlocked girls' costumes with her mouth wide open, shocked that they had shamelessly wet themselves like this and did not seem to care in the slightest. Most likely, when their bodies and bladders had shrunk, the contents of said bladders had not, and it was too much for their young bodies to take. Still, that explanation did nothing to help the situation, and as they resumed their previous activities, Pudding still had to round them all up.
~X~
“It'll wear off eventually,” said Ryou. He had been entirely calm about the entire ordeal, though he had found it incredibly amusing to see Pudding dragging the four girl, seemingly at her wits end. Keiichiro had begun preparing “supplies”, whatever that meant, while Ryou had ran several tests on the girls. Lettuce had been placed in a large fish tank that they had from some old experiment.
“It will?” Pudding sighed with relief. “That's good, I was really worried!” Not only that, but having her closest friends as kids was really wearing her out. Even her younger siblings were easier to handle than this! She wondered if they found her to be as troublesome, but she hoped not; she was just one girl, after all!
“Until they do, however, we'll need you to take care of them while we run the cafe,” he said.
“What? All by myself?”
“Yes, all by yourself. Someone has to do it, and you have more experience with childcare than Keiichiro and myself combined.” Ryou said this sincerely, but he was smirking so hard she knew that he was partially doing this to mess with her. Well, she would show him! She would be the best babysitter he had ever seen!
It was at that moment that Keiichiro returned, his arms full of bags from the store. Pudding bounced over to rifle through them and see what he had. “What did you get? What's the supplies?”
“Mostly snacks and drinks that are good for little kids,” he said. “We don't really have much around here, so I thought that would be a good idea. I also picked up some toys to keep them busy, even pool toys for Lettuce!” He looked proud of himself for thinking of everything like he had.
He handed some toys to Pudding, who began distributing them amongst the little Mews. She had managed to get Zakuro and Ichigo to stop fighting for good, and wondered if the animal part of the problem was starting to wear off. With any luck, that meant that the other symptoms would go away soon too!
“There's one more thing in here you should know about,” the older man said, somewhat nervously.“What is it?”
“Well, you mentioned they seemed to have some...incontinence problems, and no shame regarding that. We think it would be best if Ichigo, Mint, and Zakuro were...diapered for the time being.”
Pudding's jaw practically hit the floor as she imagined her friends in such a situation. Mint would be positively indignant, Ichigo would be humiliated to tears, and the cool, poised Zakuro? Why, she couldn't even imagine her reaction! But these little girls didn't seem to care one way or the other, and it would be a lot easier than having to clean up a puddle every time one of them had to go.
“I guess that is a good idea,” she said at least. “Well, let's get to it!”
“Let's?” Ryou snickered. “S-sorry, Pudding, but I think this is something you'll be better suited for on your own.”
“Oh, I agree completely,” said Keiichiro, barely masking his sneaky grin. “We have to protect the girls' modesty after all.”
And with that, the two men disappeared to the front of the cafe, leaving Pudding to face this daunting task on her own.
A/N: Like I said before, diapers are barely an issue here and that's why I didn't turn that part down, for those of you who are wondering. |
A/N: Part two is here at last! More cuteness and some desperation on Pudding's end to round out this little story. Sorry, but I had to take out her working in the cafe, as I thought it would work better if she was constantly having to look after them.
When Pudding had finally managed to get the three little girls diapered, she sat back to watch them play. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad; as long as they were occupied, it wouldn't be too much different than looking after her siblings, would it? She was just starting to get comfortable when Mint starting wailing.
“Pudding onee-chan!” she screamed, running up to her. “Ichigo stole my toy and she won't give it back!”
“Can you play with something else?” she asked, picking up a little doll. “See, look? Doesn't this look like fun?”
“No!” Mint shrieked, sticking out her tongue. “That doll is ugly and stupid and I want my own dolly back right NOW!” She burst into tears once more.
“Ichigo,” called Pudding, exasperated. “Can you come over here for a little bit?”
The little cat girl toddled over happily, then paused when she saw Mint. “I don't wanna, she's mean!”
“Now, Ichigo, I just want to talk to you about Mint's doll. Can you please come over here?”
Ichigo still looked incredibly unsure, but she complied. She toddled over to the now-older girl and stared up at her, clutching the doll tightly to her chest, not looking willing to let go any time soon.
“This is my doll,” she said simply.
“Now, Ichigo, Mint told me that you took it and-”
“But I didn't take it first!” she insisted. “I had it the whole time and she taked it from me and I taked it back! Cos it's mine and you gave it to me!”Pudding studied the doll and recalled that she had, in fact, handed that toy to Ichigo. She wanted to sigh, but held back for the sake of the kids, and turned to deal with Mint, only to discover that the little bird girl had taken off after a different toy and lost interest in this conflict altogether. Ichigo, not wanting to risk Mint coming back, ran back to her little corner of the room to continue playing.
Pudding relaxed again, glad that that conflict was over for the time being, but she could not relax for long as she felt a twinge in her lower abdomen. Of course, she had been so concerned with taking care of the children, that she had ignored her own steadily growing need to pee. Now, however, it had grown to the point that she could not really ignore it.
She squirmed in her seat as she thought about the best course of action. She could, of course, use the bathroom in the cafe, but that would require leaving the kids unattended and she didn't know if that was a good idea or not. If they were occupied enough and she was really quick, it might not be too much of a problem, but she would have to wait for the right moment to make a run for it.
It was as she was thinking this that Ichigo started whining about being hungry. Mint was quick to chime in, and Zakuro looked over as if to agree. Lettuce tapped on the glass of her fish tank and Pudding assumed that was her way of contributing to the discussion.
“Alright, alright, I hear ya,” she said, getting up to look through the snacks. Perhaps after this, she would be able to take her much needed break.
She distributed snacks, handing out little cakes and fruits for the girls to eat, and tossing some things into Lettuce's fish tank that she could eat in the water. The girls ate contentedly, and Pudding began tiptoeing to the door, hoping to make her escape before anyone noticed.
“Pudding onee-chan, don't leave!” Mint wailed. “Don't go, don't go!” Just her luck that she would be caught and begged to stay. How could she possibly say no to that?
“Don't leave!” Ichigo added, sniffling. Zakuro nodded, looking a bit frightened herself, if that were even possible.
“I wasn't leaving,” she said, squirming as she did. She really shouldn't keep delaying this, but she couldn't leave the kids unattended when they needed her so much. She hoped that they would turn back to normal soon, or else she would be the one needing a diaper.
As if on cue, the three diapered girls began fidgeting as they had earlier, before grinning with relief. Pudding sighed, realizing that this meant she had another job to worry about.
~X~
After she had managed to wrangle the girls for what felt like the millionth time that day, she struggled to change them while they writhed and screamed and protested. All the while, her bladder throbbed in protest; it didn't seem fair that they could relieve themselves so freely while she had to hold it!
When she had at last set the final girl down, freshly diapered, she realized that there was absolutely no way for her to make it to the bathroom unless they transformed back quickly. She wished that there was some way to speed it up, but as Ryou had said, it was just something they had to wait out.
The idea suddenly occurred to her that if she could get the children down for a nap, then that might give her the opening she needed. After all, little kids slept all the time, right? And her siblings certainly tired quite a bit after playing with this much intensity. It would take no time for them to fall asleep, and then she could slip away without them noticing.
She shifted her weight from foot to foot, trying to hide her desperation from the kids as she called out, “Alright, guys, it's time for your naps!”
She was met with instant screaming. Of course, the little girls insisted that they were not tired at all, and that they did not need naps, and that she was unfair, and all other manners of protest. The screaming reached such a decibel that Pudding could barely stand it, covering her ears as her knees buckled. She was going to lose control, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Her bladder was filled to capacity, and though she dropped her hands from her ears to her crotch to try and contain herself, she could not. Her panties were instantly soaked as her bladder gave out, flooding them with warm pee that quickly spilled over, darkening her clothes and running down her legs.
There was soon a large puddle on the floor, and she collapsed to her knees in it, so exhausted that she did not care that this was only getting her wetter. She felt the stream slow and then stop, the relief overwhelming her to the point that, for a moment, she did not care that she had just wet herself.
And then she realized the screaming had stopped completely, and then she realized that at some point, while she was distracted by her little accident, the girls had somehow changed back into their true forms. And, of course, they had seen everything.
“Wow, Pudding,” said Ichigo in a teasing voice, “maybe you're the one who needs to be taken care of now!”
Lettuce, who was dripping wet after climbing out of the fish tank, said, “Oh, I agree! Do we need to find some diapers in your size?”
Pudding glared and them and said, “After I spent all day taking care of you guys! I only wet myself because you all kept me too busy to go to the bathroom!” She crossed her arms indignantly, her face turning a bit red at the embarrassment of it all.
“We were just kidding,” Lettuce said softly.
“Yeah, we really do appreciate all you did,” Ichigo added, smiling warmly. “Thanks for keeping us out of trouble!”
“I know it wasn't easy, but you did a good job,” Zakuro said with the faintest hint of a smile.
“Yeah, yeah, we really appreciate it, but please tell me you aren't going to mention the diaper thing to anyone?” asked Mint.
A/N: And that's the end! Thanks for the patronage, good sir! |
OK, this turned out quite a bit longer than I expected! There's a lot of dialogue post-wetting, just to warn you. Writing distracts me, and I guess I needed more distraction than I thought this week :) Enjoy!
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“Thanks for dinner, Ma,” Kenny said, leaning down to kiss his mother’s forehead as he carried his dishes to the sink.
Keegan, his 16-year-old brother, rolled his eyes. At 18, Kenny was loved by everybody. Peers, parents, teachers - no one could escape the charm of Kenneth Andrews.
“Yeah, thanks,” Keegan muttered, not wanting to seem ungrateful.
“You’re welcome, boys,” Jessalyn stood up from the table and stretched, her pink scrubs wrinkling at the shoulders.
“Who are you covering for tonight?” Kenny asked genially.
“Beth’s daughter is sick, so I’m taking her shift,” Jessalyn explained, picking up her own plate from the table. “Night shifts are never as bad when you’re doing them as a favor!”
The shadows outside the window were lengthening in the late May evening. Jessalyn started to run the tap in the sink. “Hey, I was thinking,” she began as she rinsed off the plates. “While I’m gone, why don’t you two go to the mall and get Keegan a new shirt for graduation? His gray slacks will be fine, but finishing high school deserves at least one new wardrobe piece, don’t you think?” She winked at Keegan, who cringed.
“But Ma, I was gonna go to Ross’s tonight!” Kenny protested.
“You can go to Ross’s after,” Jessalyn replied calmly. “The mall is only open until 8 during the week, anyway. Besides, Key can’t drive, and, as much as I love him,” she leaned over to kiss her younger son on the cheek. “He has terrible taste in clothes. You, on the other hand,” she repeated the kiss with her older boy. “Have great style!”
Kenny sighed, already knowing that he was going to obey. “Fine,” he relented, grabbing his keys from the counter. “Let’s go, Key. Get this done quickly so I can meet up with the guys.”
“But…” Keegan started to protest. Not only did the whole idea of shopping sound absolutely abhorrent, he had to pee. He always went to the bathroom after dinner.
“No buts, baby,” Jessalyn chided gently, still washing the dinner dishes. “I want you to look nice. Now go. The mall’s twenty minutes away, and it’s already past 6:30.”
“I…”
“Keegan!” his mom looked at him pointedly. “Go, please!”
Furrowing his brow, Keegan turned to follow Kenny. Fine. He’d just hold it for awhile. He knew Kenny wanted to make this trip quick, too.
****
Climbing into Kenny’s rusty old Jeep, the brothers barely acknowledged one another. They usually didn’t, despite being in the same grade at school. Though Kenny was 18 months older, Keegan had quickly emerged as a genius. He only lasted 2 months in kindergarten before his teacher determined he’d be much better off skipping a grade. After meetings with a counselor and long talks with both of the boys, it was decided that yes, Keegan should skip the rest of kindergarten and join his brother in the 1st grade.
With a summer birthday, Keegan had already been among the youngest in his kindergarten class. In his brother’s grade, he was an practically a baby. However, he was truly brilliant and kept up with all the advanced work teachers could come up with. While Kenny never minded Keegan skipping a grade, everyone acknowledged that the younger brother probably shouldn’t skip again, putting him in classes above Kenny.
Kenny did fine in school, earning A’s and B’s, but excelled athletically and socially. He never minded having a genius brother, because he had plenty of his own accolades. Once they reached the local high school, Kenny and Keegan’s paths virtually never crossed, despite the fact that they lived together. They weren’t in any of the same clubs or classes. Now, with graduation just a few weeks away, Kenny had plans to go to the state university. Keegan, naturally, had been accepted to MIT.
With their vastly different hobbies and habits, Kenny and Keegan didn’t spend much time together. Now, in the car on the way to the mall, they had nothing to talk about.
Keegan stayed silent for another reason, though. His mind was focused on his filling bladder. Running a quick mental calculation, he decided he must’ve drunk too much at dinner. Facing not only shopping, but another 20-minute ride back home, it was unlikely that he’d be able to hold it the whole time. He’d just have to use the restroom at the mall.
****
Kenny swerved into a parking space with stereotypical teenage recklessness. Keegan wheezed as the seat belt pushed against his bladder. While Kenny was already jumping out of the car, Keegan had to take a moment to clench his muscles, bringing his need back under control. Maybe he’d have to find a bathroom sooner than he thought…
“Let’s make this quick, Key,” Kenny called, strolling confidently toward the mall doors. Keegan struggled to keep while keeping his muscles tight.
To Keegan’s dismay, Kenny veered to the right, heading straight for the department store doors instead of the general mall entrance.
“Can’t we go in the other doors?” Keegan asked, a bit lamely.
Kenny huffed in condescension. “This is the biggest store in the mall. If we’re going to get this done quickly, it’ll get done here. Why waste time walking through the rest of the mall?”
Keegan was moderately concerned with the fact that they would no longer be walking past the mall bathrooms, but he had to admit that finishing this chore quickly was in his best interest.
“We’ll start here,” Kenny narrated, striding to the wall of neatly-folded shirts in the men’s section. “What size are you?”
“Uh…” Keegan muttered, panting a bit from catching up. “A small?”
Kenny turned to his brother with an exaggerated look of disdain. “No, geek, your shirt size. Neck, sleeve, chest, waist?”
“Uh…”
Kenny rolled his eyes. “For a genius, you sure are stupid.” He gave Keegan an appraising once-over, then turned to the wall of shirts. “OK, we’ll try some of these.”
Piling shirts into Keegan’s unsuspecting arms, Kenny then headed to the dressing room. Keegan stumbled along behind him.
“Here,” Keegan pushed open the door to the last room in the hall. “Try on the white ones first so we can figure out what size you need.”
Once the door shut, Keegan dropped the shirts and grabbed his crotch. He’d drastically underestimated his growing need and had to hold himself for a few seconds before feeling comfortable enough to let go. He’d just have to try on the shirts quickly and hope that Kenny saw one he liked.
He pulled off his ratty t-shirt and slipped on the white button-down on top of the pile. Fastening the last button, he opened the door to show Kenny.
“Hm...yeah,” Kenny nodded. “That’s the right size. Take it off and give it to me so I can go find some better colors.”
Keegan glared for a moment, displeased at being bossed around, but unbuttoned the shirt and handed it to his brother.
Kenny took the shirt and turned to go. “Stay here!” he called.
“But…” Keegan started.
Turning theatrically on his heel, Kenny glowered at Keegan. “I’ll be quick. I don’t want to waste any time chasing after you among a pile of video-game t-shirts.”
Before Keegan could argue, Kenny had already turned and walked out of the hallway. Scowling, he retreated back into the dressing room, crossing his legs to ease the pressure on his bladder.
Kenny was really only gone for less than 10 minutes, but it felt like longer to Keegan and his pent-up urine. His distress only increased when he saw the number of shirts Kenny had brought back.
“You want me to try on all of those?” he asked incredulously.
“I’ve never seen you in anything but black, white, and gray,” (That’s an exaggeration, though Keegan) “So I don’t know what colors look best. We have to try a few different ones.”
Staring daggers, Keegan snatched the pile of shirts from his brother and slammed the dressing room door. A wave of pressure hit his bladder, and he bent forward slightly, clutching at his groin. He purposely slowed his breathing. Five shirts, he counted. He’d have to try on five shirts.
Keeping his pelvic muscles tight, Keegan threw on the first shirt, only buttoning a few of the buttons before opening the door. Luckily, Kenny only needed one look before deciding that, apparently, this was not a good color.
Back behind the closed door, Keegan crossed his legs again as he pulled on a blue shirt, not even bothering with the buttons this time.
Seeing his brother, Kenny raised his eyebrows. “Mmm...that’s close. The blue looks good, classy. Maybe another shade…” He turned and walked out, presumably to find said “other shade” of shirt.
Keegan once again backed into the dressing room and pulled off the latest shirt. A hot, awful leak escaped, dampening his underwear. He held his crotch with both hands this time, unsure of how much longer he’d last. Please, Kenny, he thought. Hurry up.
Hearing his brother’s confident steps in the hallway five minutes later, Keegan tensed every muscle in his body to find some semblance of control before standing and opening the door.
Kenny held out a midnight-blue shirt. Keegan wrinkled his nose. “Why is it shiny?”
“Just take it,” Kenny grumbled. “It’ll look good, I swear.”
Inhaling deeply, Keegan grabbed the shirt and closed the door. He twisted his legs together as he felt another spurt on the verge of leaking. Hastily, he thrust his arms into the shirt and opened the door.
“Yeah-what?” Kenny’s face flicked from approving to scandalized. “Button it, you hobo, let me see how it fits!”
Fingers shaking slightly, Keegan rapidly buttoned the shirt, trying not to let his desperation show. He felt a few drops of urine soak into his underwear as he tried to stand still for his brother’s inspection.
Kenny was nodding. “Yeah, that’s almost right.”
“Al-almost?” Keegan stuttered.
“I think I know just the thing,” Kenny was saying. “Stay here. Leave that shirt on.”
“Kenny, please, can I-” Keegan started to beg. If he hurried now, he could make it to the bathroom in time.
Kenny whirled around, exasperated. “Look, kid, I know you hate shopping, but Mom wants you to look nice for graduation. Is that too much to ask?”
Keegan bit the inside of his cheek. Pretty much the only thing the boys had in common was a willingness to do anything for their hardworking, single mother.
“I thought so,” Kenny said, somewhat haughtily.
Keegan let out a soft whine as he slipped back into the dressing room. He bent nearly in half as a thin stream of pee came out, trickling ticklishly down his leg. Keegan shoved his hands between his legs, squeezing with all his might and praying that the wetness didn’t show on his jeans.
Kenny returned in another five minutes, walking quickly. Keegan barely had time to stand up straight before Kenny opened the door and handed him a sharp, gray vest.
“Put this on,” he ordered.
Keegan shut the door in his brother’s face. Keeping one hand buried in his crotch, he fumbled with the buttons on the vest. Awkwardly threading one hand into the arm hole, he then switched hands quickly and pulled on the vest while keeping a hold on his dick.
Kenny banged on the door. “Hurry up!”
With reasonable dexterity, considering the situation, Keegan one-handedly fastened the vest buttons. He then twisted his legs together and squeezed his grip extra hard before straightening up and opening the door to face his brother.
Kenny’s eyes lit up. “Yep, that’s it. Mom’ll be thrilled. Perfect. Take those off. I’ll take them to the register while you get dressed.”
Without responding, Keegan shut the door forcefully. The few seconds of not actively holding himself had cost him the biggest leak yet. Looking down, he saw the edges of a wet patch between his legs. He quickly grabbed at his crotch again and held tightly with one hand while the other undid the buttons on the vest and shirt. He shook one arm out, then switched hands to remove the other. His arm got stuck, and he frantically released his grip to pull at the shirt sleeve, resulting in another spurt.
Sweating, Keegan shuffled behind the door so Kenny wouldn’t see his desperate state. He clutched the vest and shirt in his left hand (wrinkles be damned) while holding himself with his right. Jimmying the slide lock out of its slot, he pulled open the door and snaked his arm around it, holding out the clothes for Kenny.
As soon as Kenny took the scrunched clothes from his hand, Keegan pushed the door shut, slid the lock into place, and shoved his left hand into his crotch to join his right. He twisted his legs together, squeezing his muscles with all his might, desperately trying to regain control.
He couldn’t move. His bladder was more than full, and only the exact current combination of clenching and grasping was keeping urine from spilling everywhere. If he moved a single muscle, he would lose it completely.
Unable to stop himself, Keegan started to cry. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he frantically tried to think of a way out. Logically, there was no way he’d make it to a bathroom; he wouldn’t make it past the first step. Maybe…
In thoughts almost too fast to process, Keegan glanced around the dressing room. If he peed in a corner, he could pull the cushion over it, and perhaps, with a little rubbing, the wet patch on his jeans would dry up a bit…
Knowing it was his only option, Keegan quickly moved one hand to try to undo his zipper.
And that was it.
That one movement was too much, and Keegan started to pee uncontrollably. Urine gushed out past his clutched hand and streamed down his jeans.
As the leg of his pants quickly saturated, a stream of pee started dripping off the cuff, hitting the carpeted floor with a soft patter. At that sound, Keegan sobbed in earnest, crumpling in shame.
He wet forcefully for what felt like ages. Liquid flowed soaked straight through his drenched underwear and flowed down his leg in hot streams. His accident pooled on the thin carpet, slowly spreading out in all directions.
After peeing for nearly a minute, Keegan was finally empty. His jeans were sodden and heavy, his faced streaked with tears. He moaned softly, starting to panic.
What was he going to do? He was so wet. There was no way he could walk back to the car like this; everyone would know!
Hugging his arms against his torso, Keegan started to rock back and forth. He prided himself on solving academic problems, but no textbook ever gave him the scenario of a 16-year-old boy peeing his pants in a department store dressing room.
Keegan stayed like that for several minutes, his thoughts increasingly incoherent, the mental equivalent of babbling. Finally, his reverie was broken by a knock on the door.
“Key!” Kenny’s voice was sharp. “What the hell, man? How long does it take to put a shirt on?”
Keegan whined faintly.
“Come on, I bought the shirt, let’s go,” Kenny continued, knocking again. He paused, leaning his ear against the door. He heard faint shuffling sounds. “Key!” he snapped. “Let’s go!”
Keegan blinked rapidly, trying to clear the tears from his eyes. “I can’t,” he murmured.
“What?” Kenny responded, leaning toward the door again. “I can’t hear you. Come on, get out of there!”
“I can’t,” Keegan repeated, his desperation increasing. He couldn’t leave. People would see. He couldn’t go out there.
“What, did someone leave a bra in there, and you’re jacking off to the girl on the tag?” Kenny snickered at his own joke. “Seriously, Key, let’s go.” He pushed at the locked door and grunted in annoyance.
“Please…” Keegan whimpered. He felt lost, childlike. He had to make Kenny understand.
Frantically, Keegan looked around the empty dressing room one last time, hopelessly searching for something, anything he could use to cover himself.
“Keegan Jefferson Andrews!” Kenny barked from outside the door. “Unlock this door and get your ass out here! What’s wrong with you?”
Breathing rapidly, Keegan reached for the slide lock and pulled it aside.
“God, it’s about damn time,” Kenny huffed upon hearing the door open. He’d already turned to walk away.
Keegan stood in the doorway, unable to move any further. He inhaled shakily, knowing he had to get Kenny’s attention. In a voice barely above a whisper, he hesitantly spoke to his brother’s back.
“I wet my pants.”
Kenny froze. Keegan curled his shoulders inward, bracing for his brother’s inevitable scorn.
Slowly, Kenny turned around, unwilling to believe what he just heard. Keegan did what? No way. There’s no way his brilliant little brother would have…
Facing his brother fully, Kenny’s eyes widen as he haltingly taking in the sight of Keegan’s drenched jeans and red eyes.
Clenching his fists, Keegan tried to stay calm, but his lower lip began to tremble traitorously.
“I...I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I couldn’t hold it.” Scared and nearly overwhelmed with shame, he looked up at his silent older brother. “P-please don’t make me go out there like this.” He felt terribly young, and fresh tears welled up in his eyes. He’d lost all control, and, against all odds of success, he was desperate for his big brother’s help.
Kenny didn’t say a word, but Keegan saw the muscles in his jaw clench. For one terrifyingly long moment, Kenny just stared at his wet, vulnerable little brother, his face pale, but unreadable.
“Stay here.” Kenny’s voice rumbled as he turned away sharply, walking out of the fitting rooms. He looked furious.
Still hunched forward, Keegan took a step back into the comparative safety of the dressing room. His eyes were drawn down to the giant wet spot on the floor, and his breath hitched, the reality of the situation hitting him like a tidal wave.
He had an accident. A big one. In public. In a mall, where there were (quick mental calculation of the local population that would be at the mall this close to closing time) at least 300 other people, including workers. And his brother. His big, popular, athletic brother, who didn’t want to be here in the first place, and now had to deal with a pissy-pants 16-year-old.
Keegan sniffled pitifully. To calm himself down, he ran through the likely contingencies of his current situation.
Kenny is so mad and disgusted that he leaves me entirely. The store employees prepare for closing. I’ll be found in 20-40 minutes (assuming more than a rudimentary glace in the changing rooms). If I’m lucky, I’ll be found by a kindly, older woman who will take pity on me. Perhaps, in this situation, I can feign illness…
Kenny is mad, but scornful. He physically drags me out of the store and out to the car, exposing the evidence of my accident to anyone who sees us. If he’s in a particularly social mood, he might make an extra effort to call attention to the situation if any of his peers are in the mall. In this event, it’s likely my only recourse is to gather any mental fortitude I can and weather the humiliation.
He kept this formal monologue going, comforting himself by planning for what he thought would happen.
Back on the store floor, Kenny’s heart pounded. Seeing his brother in wet jeans felt like a punch to the gut. His genius little brother, who never met a question he couldn’t answer, had peed his pants.
Barely paying attention, Kenny reached a shelf full of identically-folded pairs of sweatpants. Scanning the rows, he grabbed a black pair in Keegan’s size and strode up to the counter to pay, still mired in his own thoughts.
With the perfect clarity that only hindsight can offer, Kenny remembered Key’s hesitation to go shopping in the first place and the many attempted interjections each time Kenny had given him a new shirt to try on.
Kenny hung his head as he grabbed the bag with the sweatpants from the cashier, muttering his thanks. Key had had to pee the whole time, and Kenny had just bulldozed over him, not even paying attention. It wasn’t that he hated the last shirt and vest; he’d just been bursting by that point. Instead of listening and paying attention, instead of caring at all about his brother, he’d just kept ordering him around.
He couldn’t ever remember seeing Keegan look as broken and fearful as he had, standing in front of him in wet jeans, practically begging him not to let anyone see. Face flushed with guilt, Kenny ran a hand through his hair as he re-entered the fitting room hallway.
“Key?” he called quietly, softly knocking on the last door.
Resignedly, Keegan opened the door just enough to look out, still unsure of what Kenny was going to do.
“Put these on,” Kenny ordered, handing Keegan the bag. “You can put your wet things in the bag.”
Keegan’s only response was to shut the door, but he could be heard opening the bag and pulling out the dry pants.
Sighing, Kenny leaned back against the wall. He felt terrible, but he barely knew how to talk to his multisyllabic brother under the best of circumstances, much less when he’d just all but forced him into wetting his pants.
Moments later, Keegan emerged from the dressing room, tightly grasping the shopping bag that now contained his pee-saturated jeans and underwear.
Kenny opened his mouth, but, unable to decide on anything to say, just nodded and turned to leave. Keegan followed, cringing as the soft material of the new sweatpants pulled at the tacky, drying pee on his legs.
Neither brother said anything as they quickly strode through the emptying mall and out to the Jeep. Keegan opened the passenger-side door, and Kenny tossed the bag with the vest and shirt - the purpose of this whole debacle - in after him.
The two teens stayed completely silent on the way home, each lost in their own thoughts. Keegan squirmed in his seat uncomfortably, feeling the disgusting stickiness on his skin.
Seeing his brother shift, Kenny glanced over nervously, worried that Keegan had to go again. He glanced at the speedometer and sped up a bit.
Fifteen minutes later, they pulled into the driveway. Kenny pushed the garage door opener, glancing as Keegan as if he expected him to sprint desperately in the house.
Instead, Keegan was steeling himself to say something important. He carefully picked up the two shopping bags, unhooked his seat belt, and climbed down. Holding the door open, he slowly turned around to face his brother.
“Thank you for getting the sweatpants,” he began, his voice shaking only slightly. He drew in another breath and straightened his shoulders, trying to reclaim any scrap of dignity that he could.
“While I understand the inherent humor in the situation,” he continued, falling back into the formal argument style in which he was so comfortable, “if you were not to share the tale of tonight’s events with anyone else, I would greatly appreciate it.”
Keegan raised his chin defiantly, but clenched his hands tightly around the bags to keep them from shaking. “Of course,” he went on, maintaining the same formal, mock-bored tone. “I understand that I have no control over what you do or do not say to your friends. They would, undoubtedly, find the story of your nerd of a brother acting like an infant most amusing. I am simply asking for your consideration.”
His voice broke, almost imperceptibly, on the last word, and he lowered his head and turned away. With a curt nod, Keegan slammed the door shut and ran into the house.
In the silence of the empty kitchen, his eyes filled with tears. He heard the Jeep pull out of the driveway and could only hope that his speech had been enough to keep Kenny from telling Ross and the guys about his accident.
A whimper escaped Keegan’s throat. He wiped his eyes with the back of his wrist and trudged down the hall to take a shower.
****
After washing himself thoroughly, Keegan gathered his smelly pants and underwear, as well as the sweatpants, and threw them in the washing machine. Sighing in disgust, he traipsed out to the living room to try and lose himself in some television.
Rounding the corner, he stopped abruptly. Kenny was sitting on the couch.
“Hey, Key,” Kenny said hesitantly.
Keegan tensed. “Why aren’t you at Ross’s?”
“I never went.”
Keegan couldn’t look at his brother. “I heard you leave,” he said with a slight tone of accusation.
“I just ran down to the shop on the corner,” Kenny explained. “You...you were in the shower when I got back.”
Kenny looked almost as uncomfortable as Keegan felt. Exhausted, Keegan snapped. “What do you want, Ken?”
Exhaling, as though relieved to have a chance to get to the point, Kenny rose from the couch. “Key, I couldn’t just leave with you thinking that I was going to laugh at you and what happened!”
Keegan narrowed his eyes. “Oh, yeah, like it’s out of the realm of possibility that you and your friends would laugh at me.”
“Key…” Kenny breathed, aghast. “I...I would never tell my friends about this!”
Keegan grunted his disbelief.
“Seriously!” Kenny yelped. “I...wow. I can’t believe you think I would do that.”
“Laugh at me?” Keegan muttered scornfully. “Find humor in something I did unintentionally?” He swiped angrily at his eyes. He hated crying in front of his brother.
“Key…” Kenny implored again. “I know I tease you…” Kenny felt worse and worse. “I would never think that something that made my brother cry is funny.”
Keegan could think of several examples from early childhood to disprove that statement, but he held back, recognizing the genuine hurt in his brother’s tone. Instead, he decided to mentioned Kenny’s initial reaction.
“I know how angry you were when I told you.”
“Of course I was angry!” Kenny cried out. “I hate myself for doing that to you! What kind of shitty brother - what kind of shitty person bullies a guy into peeing himself?”
Keegan winced at the phrase, but was captivated by Kenny’s emotion.
“Key, I didn’t...I never wanted to do that to you. I was - I am mad, but only at myself.” Kenny sighed and flopped back down on the couch. “I know this was my fault, Key. I...God, I was completely ignoring you. And you tried to tell me.”
Keegan bit his lip to keep it from shaking. “You just wanted to get out of there,” he accused.
Kenny raised his eyebrows. “You didn’t want to be there either, Key,” he replied gently.
“Yeah, well, of course not,” Keegan snarked. “Why would I want to spend time with someone who clearly doesn’t want to be around me?”
To Keegan’s annoyance, Kenny grinned ruefully. “It’s so funny hearing you say that,” he said. “Because I always tell Mom how you want nothing to do with me.”
“Don’t...I…” Keegan sputtered, too angry to reply logically. “Is that what you think? That this is all OK because we have no mutual desire to spend time together??”
Chagrined, Kenny hung his head. “No,” he murmured. “Of course not. I was just…”
“I was humiliated!” Keegan exclaimed. “Standing in that damn dressing room, soaked in my own urine, and you kept banging on the door, ‘Let’s go, let’s go, I don’t have time for this!’” Keegan paused for a breath, his face scarlet with ire and residual shame.
“You’re right,” Kenny held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. He sighed and looked up at his younger brother. “Key, I swear, I came back to say how sorry I am. Look, I even picked up those weird Japanese gummies that you like.” He pointed to the plastic grocery bag sitting at the corner of the couch.
Keegan glanced skeptically at the bag, but was more focused on Kenny’s words. “You...wanted to apologize?”
Kenny nodded earnestly. “I know I make fun of you and we have nothing in common, but Key, I swear...seeing you like that…” His shoulders slumped. “It killed me, man. And it was my fault. And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, kid. I promise, I won’t ever let anything like that happen again.”
Keegan’s lower lip jutted out unconsciously. “You can’t just buy me candy like I’m a child and expect everything to be OK.”
“I know,” Kenny nodded. “I just saw the gummies at the store. I went in to buy snacks. I thought we could watch a movie...I didn’t want to just leave you all by yourself.”
Keegan was torn. On one hand, he was too mad at Kenny to want to give him any satisfaction. On the other hand, he was emotionally exhausted. To be honest, he didn’t want to be by himself. He wanted someone to show him that everything was going to be all right.
Cautiously, he looked at Kenny. “You promise you won’t tell your friends?” he whispered, his eyes wide and vulnerable behind his glasses.
“I won’t tell anyone, Key,” Kenny exhorted. “Not even Mom.”
“OK.” Keeping his head down, Keegan crept around his brother and sat in the other corner of the couch.
Taking this as a good sign, Kenny gently held out the bag with the gummies. Keegan took it wordlessly, curling his legs up onto the cushion.
“So which would you rather?” Kenny stood up and opened the DVD cupboard. “You wanna teach me the physics of the car stunts in Fast and the Furious, or point out the scientific inaccuracies in Star Wars?”
“Actually,” mumbled Keegan, his mouth already full of candy. “Star Wars isn’t too bad, for being made in the 70s…” |
Entry One: Introduction and a ghost
So this is a story I will post whenever a chapter is ready. It is something I've been writing while coming up with ideas for my other stories, and I hope everyone reading it will enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it. A word of warning, it contains omotsu (diapers).
I've always believed that everyone has something physically or mentally good and bad about them, even if it's unbalanced (I'd explain more on it, but I'm not trying to push my beliefs onto others).
Also, I don't believe such a magical act can happen, so don't say I'm stupid for believing sorcery can change someone's physical well-being, because I don't. :P
I thought I may as well take an account of what has been happening in my life, so I rummaged through my closet and found an old notebook I had lying around. It was under a bunch of old school supplies and other junk, so I'm surprised it doesn't have anything written down. Oh, I forgot to tell you my name, it's Isabelle, and I just turned eighteen a few weeks ago. I love keeping my brown hair long, and I tie it on both sides in twin-tails with bows ("Twin-tails AND bows? You must look super cute!" You may say. Well yes, I am super cute). I'm still in school, so I might not write in this as often as I should, but I'll try to keep as up to date as possible in case something weird happens. Oh, and whoever is reading this, don't hate me if I draw a picture or two in here, I'll try my best to keep them cute and on the side of the pages that are not lined. Well, that's good enough for an intro, so the rest will be less blah and more content. I'm in a hurry to write this, so excuse my rushed drawing below.
I can't explain the joy I am feeling right now, it's overwhelming, and it's enveloping me like a fire engulfing the tip of a torch, it may flicker, yet it stays practically the same, unhindered and radiating for all to see. Yet it's more than that, like the first time you learn to ride a bike, or hitting your first home run. I guess what I'm trying to say is, it is that amazing once in a lifetime feeling, the one that you can't do anything but cherish the moment.
Just a few moments ago, I walked into my room thinking about my predicament. I've had a lazy eye for as long as I can remember, and it hindered stuff such as reading a book to playing video games to even doing homework, as I could feel the strain drain the energy from me so easily, not to mention the depth perception made other activities difficult. You could expect my excitement when some sort of ghost had said it could change all that in a flash.
Well, at first I was thinking I was seeing things, as most sane people would upon meeting the dead in their bedroom, but then I decided it didn't hurt to ask a few questions. "Will I experience any pain or unpleasantness if what you say is true?"
The ghost smiled so warmly that, for a second, I thought it had rejoined the living. "Yes, but I can assure you that you'll think it so minimal it is barely even a factor."
Acknowledging the point, I continued on with my questions. "Will I remember everything before this process, and will the world change to if I never had my lazy eye at all?"
The ghost seemed to have a laid back attitude to such a momentous event. I assumed he, no she, no it, had done it so much beforehand, and that I just never knew because "While you'll remember," it stated, "everyone will think they have never known you any other way. All paper records will change as well, so nothing will clash with it. Any personal stuff will stay untouched, as someone could just think you're imagining things."
I knew it was too good to be true, this never happened so smoothly! I've read my share of stories where something or someone would grant wishes, and I assumed that "There has to be a catch."
The ethereal being simply waved its hand, thinking nothing of the matter. "Oh, you have to replace it with some other stigma, whether it be a loss in lifespan, loss in intelligence, color blindness, the list goes on. But I know a girl like you can decide soon."
I was nervous, for, while I was determined to correct my eyesight (for more than just medical reasons, mind you,) I had no idea what to replace it with. Should I risk living a shorter life? No, I thought, why wish for an improvement with less time to use it? And color blindness was a no, as it seemed as bad as having poor depth perception. I racked my brain for answers, and an odd response left my mouth. For the brief second I had thought about it, I thought like a genius, although that soon died away. I quickly realized the flaws, but much like an inventor desperately trying to find something new, I went ahead with my plan. I almost slapped myself for saying it, but it seemed manageable at the time.
"Incontinence, I'll go with that."
The phantom started thinking, and responded confused. "Which one, or do you mean both fecal and urinary?"
My cheeks blazed as I stuttered out my response. "U-urinary, of course! And why did you also offer both, shouldn't a deal like this be balanced in some way?"
The shade moved its shoulders in an uncaring manner. This thing's lack of care for the situation was really grating on me, but I listened to what it had to say. "It's not about fairness when it comes to handicaps, so long as it's sufficiently damning."
I could have laughed at my luck! A little trouble with pee was more if not just as damning as the hindrance of my perception? I'm getting off easy! That's what I thought, at least.
The ghost asked me if I was willing to trade my lazy eye for the unsavory (yet much more manageable) loss of bladder control. I nodded yes, for it seemed like an impossibly easy response. It went through what it called the formalities of sealing the contract, stating that my incontinence, while not absolute, was so uncontrollable and so unpredictable that I almost exclusively wore diapers.
I felt awkward with this, but I still cared little for it. I had always chosen to wear skirts and dresses, so I didn't have to worry about someone seeing an unnatural bulge in my pants and understanding my predicament.
It went on to say that I had tried some days to switch back to panties, yet those days all met a damp end, publicly or not so publicly. It mentioned a small thing about fecal incontinence (that I shall not repeat) before saying a few necessary changes that would occur. It finished off by saying it would return in two weeks time to see if it truly was a debuff I preferred. After a few swift motions, I could feel every part of my body, inside and out, heat up. As my flesh practically baked, my eyes, especially my lazy eye, throbbed, and my vision seemed to zoom in and back out. This sight made me nauseous, so I closed my eyes to keep from spilling my guts. I slowly was lifted a half foot in the air, feeling as if something otherworldly were carrying me aloft. My short skirt grew an inch or two in length, and my panties seemed to press more tightly around my legs than ever before. Suddenly, my panties felt plasticky, and my butt seemed heavy from an extra weight that was added. When I finally landed, a sudden chill replaced the uncomfortably hot feeling.
Then that new feeling struck. It wasn't an entirely unique feeling, as I had felt it a few times before, but all the same it was rather unpleasant. My body was crying out that it needed to pee now, and I tightened my muscles as I bent forward and moved my thighs closer to keep the feeling at a minimum. My thighs, however, barely moved in at all, feeling resistance, and so I lifted my skirt to see what the problem was. To my surprise, a big, taped diaper was wrapped around my legs, so large that I couldn't keep my legs together. The urge to go hadn't subsided in the slightest, and I could feel it leak past my grip as it pretty much stated it wouldn't wait much longer before releasing entirely.
With the uncomfortable new garment around my legs, walking seemed more difficult than before, and I practically waddled to the bathroom, feeling my diaper grow warm as I trickled nonstop into it. My pee was making it slowly but surely bigger and bigger, and the warm feeling felt inviting to my bladder, the stream redoubling in power. Reaching the bathroom never felt like such a useless act as when I (not even closing the door from such rapid desperation,) lifted my skirt. I first tried sliding it down my legs like panties, yet I couldn't grip it well enough due to its smooth texture, and it was wrapped so tightly around my butt with the tapes that I couldn't move it at all. Next I tried the tapes, but by the time I realized I had no clue how to remove them, my pee emptied out of me at full force, quickly being licked up by the diaper. I was peeing so fast that some of it pooled around my crotch, and it almost felt like I was peeing on myself, although that technically was exactly what was happening.
I don't know why, but my emotions got ahead of me, and while tears filled my eyes, I choked out a pitiful cry as I couldn't stop what seemed almost in partial control. Walking out of the bathroom proved worse, as I ran into my mother, who knew what happened in an instant. "No need to cry." She said. "That's what diapers are for." To my horror, she lifted up my skirt and said "That can hold two more wettings, so don't feel uneasy if it seems you can't make it again today."
I nodded, for what else could I do? I was too preoccupied with my own emotions to even care about some other response. I tried walking to my room when my mother placed a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see her strict 'no jokes' face as she whispered, as if someone else were in the room, "I know you've really been wanting to show your friend you can keep it all under control and show you can wear panties again, but this little incident shows otherwise. I'll change you before she comes over if you wish, so there's no need to worry about accidents." She then gave a smile that seemed to irritate me tremendously, especially with her next words. "It must be great not worrying about stopping what you're doing to visit the bathroom, right?"
I tried to show my anger by stomping to my room, but it seemed more childish than rebellious, as I had to stop early from my bouncing, slightly sagging diaper. Not only was it chaffing, it seemed like the used garment pressed up against me in my... you know... before falling, and my breathing became more heavy and segmented from where it was constantly touching. With that in mind, I stopped my pitiful act of rebellion before I collapsed on the floor.
But I just realized I've been talking only about the bad, barely mentioning why I love today, so I may as well say why I am right now overjoyed! Despite locking myself in my room in anger, I could actually read a book for hours and only feel the normal hint of fatigue as comes naturally to all of us. This got me thinking what else I could do that I couldn't before (or couldn't do so well). Such a thought made up for the fact I had incontinence that I even decided to pee into my diaper voluntarily when the urge returned, not feeling depressed in the slightest. I'll write more after I hang out with my friend tomorrow, so I'll just end this here for now while I get a fresh diaper.
Edited April 24, 2015 by Justice
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Thanks for the praise, and I didn't reply to your post earlier because I was actually planning on getting another chapter done today! Here it is!Entry Two: The Undead are AnnoyingOwowow... I finally got time to write in this, and I have to tell you, this was a long, long day. Were do I even begin?So I guess I'll go through it chronologically; After I had went to bed after my last entry, I woke up to find my diaper was wet. I'm not a bed wetter, but I guess I kind of expected that to happen due to my new situation. Anyways, I pull off my pajamas and put on a shirt, yet when I pull out a pair of panties I hear "You sure you're going to wear those?" right behind me.Well, of course I was surprised to hear anyone in my room, so I let off a startled scream before I turn around, seeing the ghost lying on my bed. That pervert ghost was just lying back just staring at the ceiling as if there was nothing wrong with what it had just done. I quickly cover myself up as best I can (I'm not wearing anything down below, after all, the perverted phantom surprised me before anything like that was possible). "What are you doing here, you creep?!" I ask, because I was positive it was coming back in two weeks.Yes, I just checked my last entry, it says two weeks.Anyways, it shook its head saying "Well, I was going to give you the option to change back then, but said nothing of showing up from time to time to observe. There's not much for ghosts like me to do, so I really don't see any point not observing."Now, I have to admit, I did blow my stack and say a few words that I shouldn't have, but it deserved every word I said. What made me even more angry was that it was unfazed. I mean, I said some very hurtful words! Its absolutely uncaring attitude made me carry on for a minute longer before I opened my door, pointing out and saying "Even if you're going to 'observe' me, at least let me get dressed in peace."It simply replied "Nah, I just got comfy here." Then it waved its hand saying "You can leave if you want, though." So I did. I took a skirt with me and stomped out, absolutely vexed.I walked by my mother on my way to the bathroom, and she asked what was wrong. I just mumbled a few angry words, just trying to get away from that stupid apparition. I made sure to dress quickly, because that ghost was probably going to get bored soon and start looking for me. I exited the bathroom only to have it floating behind me. This wouldn't have been too bothersome, yet it decided to ask me soooooooo many questions! "What happened yesterday?" "What friends do you have?" "Is that your mother? She looks younger than I imagined." "Where is your father?" "Why are you so angry?"
By the time I reached the kitchen I was furious! Everything it said made me irritated, and just knowing I couldn't just shut it up just made me angrier! My mom had made breakfast, which I would have thanked her for, but I was seething with rage. Luckily, my mother took the hint and didn't ask any questions, although I think she may have assumed something totally wrong (I had it a week ago, so I'm not lying!)...I guess I was too angry to hear the doorbell ring, or even to notice my mother answer it, because soon my friend was next to me tapping my shoulder. "You okay, Isabelle?" I hear from beside me.Seeing my friend in such a worried state helped me calm down a bit, and I tried to block out the questions from the specter while I answered. "Yeah, sorry Rachel, I'm just having a bad start of the day.""Really? Your mother told me you only just woke up."I was a little nervous at what I heard. My mother wasn't too big of a blabber mouth, but I do know she seemed to talk more than I thought necessary. She probably was saying something about... Actually, I don't even remember what I had been thinking then, because something totally unexpected happened. I felt my panties growing damp, and I instinctively closed my legs. I hadn't really known of such a sensation before (or lack there of), and I could feel my cheeks heat up. The flow stopped, but my friend took note of the motion. "Do you have to-""B-bathroom..." I said, not really thinking of what else to say as I got up to pee. I felt a small leak start up again when I reached the toilet, but by then I was able to pull my panties down and actually use a toilet again. This sorta made me realize that I should get used to peeing a little more often normal, although I guess what happened later seemed to prove it even more.I mean, I was one of the girls blessed with a bladder of steel, although I still had a close call or two when I got cocky. However, I never recalled talking about some random stuff with my friend when she would suddenly stop and stare at my skirt. That happened today, and at first I was confused, because I had gotten so into talking about something that just happened a few days ago in class, when she suddenly stopped talking all at once and looked down below my waist. We were sitting on my bedroom floor at the time, and I guess I noticed something a bit odd at first, but I swear I couldn't feel myself peeing all over the floor! Like, I couldn't feel anything until it was brought to my attention, and then all at once the wetness, the heat, even my panties clinging to my skin suddenly registered."I-I'm so sorry!" I apologized, standing up quickly. I could feel the pee trickle down my already wet legs, and my now yellowed skirt was dripping pee. The carpeting underneath me squished, and tears rolled down my cheeks. My friend must have gotten the sense to look away (and get some distance from the puddle) before saying "You should... probably get cleaned up..."I nodded, getting some clothes and another pair of panties. I tried walking out of the room, but my friend held me back. I turned around to see her pointing at the new pair of panties I was holding. "Um, y-you don't have to worry about wearing a diaper every time you're around me, it's fine."I was taken aback with her reaction. Normally I would have said it was a crazy idea, but it's as if the new memories the spirit placed in my head were overriding my response. "B-but only babies wear them, I don't want to look like a baby!""Adults need them too, you know. We both know it's much better if you wear the diaper instead."I felt like I was going through this conversation on autopilot, almost as if I were spectating instead of contributing. "I-I... I... I guess..." I walked to the drawer and traded panties for a diaper, which I half hid from view. Reaching the bathroom I dried myself off as best I could before placing a new diaper on. I didn't apply powde I didn't... You know what, I'm terrible at crossing things out, and I write too heavily to fully erase, so I may as well continue writing what I just crossed out.The other day, when I got a fresh diaper, my mother had applied powder (which I shied away from, for obvious reasons). My mother had responded with "I know you hate this part, but you know you'll get a rash otherwise." I decided to just have my mother finish up, because I definitely didn't want a rash. I didn't remember what one felt like, but from my guess then, it was pretty much a sunburn, just in your lower regions. [shiver] I didn't want that.Anyways, I didn't apply any powder to this diaper, because the smell would be super obvious with my friend nearby.Anyways, we went on talking some more, we played some games and soon she left. I laid back on the couch, feeling my sodden diaper rubbing against me. I had wet it twice since my diaper was applied, so I decided to just let it soak up one more before I got it changed. I guess I sorta forgot about how I didn't have any baby powder on, so... yeah, sunburn in lower regions feel, not good.Owwww... it still hurts...Well, I was going to write more, but now that my mind is back on this stupid rash, it's diff-...So that happened. Yeah, so while I was writing in the journal, my mom walked in and asked me why I hadn't asked her for a diaper change. I first sorta tried to play it off and say I had changed myself, and I flashed her my diaper to prove I was still wearing one. Yeah, apparently while writing this I wet again, so it was super obvious it was going to leak. She grabbed me by the arm while she said I should be changed right away. I let her, you know, because I also wanted to be out of the sodden diaper. Well, she saw the rash, asked me why I had it, and after I explained how I had not only wet my panties, I had also wet the floor, my brand new skirt (and a little bit of my shirt) and then forgot to use baby powder, and then I had even left a diaper on to the point of it almost leaking on my bed... Yeah, she was angry.Ow, this hurts worse than the rash... or maybe it just hurts more than normal because of the rash...Yeah, she sorta... spanked me...Don't laugh! I know what you're thinking, but hasn't your mother ever spanked you? I mean, I know I'm eighteen and all, but... Yeah, I kinda deserved it. She would do that when I snuck out to my friend's house without telling her, so I'm kinda used to it by now, since I did that a lot.I'll just end this here, then. I'm sure I'll get some peace and quite. I noticed the ghost has been a little quite after my spanking (the perv must have been getting a full three ring circus right there), so I think I should use that as a chance to get some beauty sleep. Tomorrow's Sunday and my family isn't religious, so I get to sleep in as long as I want! |
A/N: My half of an art trade. Gonna apologize in advance cos this might not be as good as what you were hoping for, I had some difficulties with it and making the scenario work.
Sandy Heavensbee was only eight years old, but she already tried hard to be as grown up as possible. She did not exactly know what her father did, but she could tell that he was a very important man, and that meant that she had to do her very best to make him look good.
On the rare occasion that they went out together, she was always ecstatic. She positively adored him, and though they were close, he was still a busy man and they had few chances to really spend time together or go out. Her excitement over getting to be with him always overshadowed absolutely everything else, which could lead to problems with her trying to be grown up.
One day, the two of them were going to get to spend the entire day together. Though he had some business to intend to, there was not much and it was not anything she could not accompany him to, and so they were going to spend the rest of the day shopping and getting food. She could hardly sleep the night before, she was so excited.
When she woke up the next morning, it was much too early and she had to wait even longer before she could start her super fun day. She laid bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to will time to move faster. At last, the time came for her to get up, and she got dressed and ate her breakfast in a hurry. As she waited for her father to finish getting ready, she stood beside him, chattering happily, until, finally, it was time for them to go.
~X~
As she had expected, the day was going fantastically. She had been allowed to pick out a lot of new things at every store they had been to, and she felt so happy about being spoiled like this. They even got to have a wonderful lunch together before they returned to their shopping.
And it was when they entered another store that she felt a pain in her bladder and realized that she had not visited the bathroom before leaving that morning and now had to go rather badly. She had been too caught up in her fun day to notice how full her bladder had become before now. She knew, however, that this store did not have a bathroom and that they would have to go elsewhere in order to find one.
The thought of having to interrupt some of their fun just for that was ridiculous to her. She was acting grown up, after all, and grown ups didn't worry about not being able to hold it! The next store would surely have a bathroom, and then she could go. Perhaps her father would even be proud of her for waiting like she did!
She squirmed whenever he wasn't looking, stopping abruptly whenever he turned her way. She could not let him see her acting like a little kid or she knew that he would definitely not be proud of her at all.
She could barely repress a sigh of relief when they checked out and left the store. She thought about telling him about her problem so that they would definitely go to a place with a bathroom, but just as she was about to say something, he spoke.
“Now, you know I said I had some work to do today,” he said. “That's where we're going to next. It's going to be a quick meeting, but I'll need you to wait outside and be good the whole time. Can you do that?”
Her heart sank. Now she would have to wait until the meeting was done before she could go to the bathroom! She could ask to go first, but she was afraid of making him late and really didn't want to be an inconvenience. She would just have to hold it a little longer, and then everything would be fine. She only hoped that she could hold it, or else she would not be very grown up in the slightest.
The entire walk, she felt her bladder slosh around rather uncomfortably. She was much too full from breakfast and lunch, and she needed to go soon. She knew this, but she also knew that she did not have that option just yet; the only option was to hold it, but it was starting to hurt and it took all she had not to whine about needing a bathroom. She couldn't ruin their day, not when it was already going so perfectly!
They walked hand in hand until they reached their destination. She was left right outside as he entered the building for his meeting, and she kept her composure up until just after he was gone. Then, she began squirming and dancing in place, not caring as much who saw her now that her father was gone. Her bladder felt like a water balloon in her stomach that had been filled just a little too much, and that it would pop if any additional pressure was added to it.
She bounced up and down in place and looked around, wondering if there were any public bathrooms nearby. However, if there were, they were not outside and she would have to enter stores by herself to find one. She was afraid that if she strayed, she would get lost or she would take too long and get in trouble for not being right where her father had left her, but if she waited too much longer, she really might wet herself.
“I can't, I can't,” she said quietly to herself. “I have to make it just a little bit longer.” She would hold it until he came out; she had to! And as soon as he came outside, she would tell him that they needed to find a bathroom before they could do anything else.
She tried to hold off on jamming her hands between her legs for as long as possible, but it really did not take all that long for her to give in to the temptation. She was positively bursting and she felt like if she didn't try to hold it in in every way possible, she would lose control.
She was so focused on her attempts to hold it that she did not hear the door open or her father come back outside. Otherwise, she would not have let him see her acting so obviously desperate for the bathroom like she was currently doing.
“Sandy, what has gotten into you?” he asked, a bit baffled and surprised at seeing his daughter behave like this.
She jumped, startled, and felt a small bit leak. “D-daddy!” she said, blushing and stopping immediately. However, her bladder protested this rather loudly and she had to grab herself again. “I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wait this long, I...”
It did not take much thinking to figure out what was wrong with her and he said, “Come on, let's get you to a bathroom.” As they walked, her barely able to keep up with him in her current state, he continued with, “Why did you not go sooner? You should have said something before my meeting started?”
“I thought I could make it,” she said softly. “I didn't want to make you late or ruin our day or...or...” She suddenly stopped short, squeaking a bit as she felt her hands grow warm and damp. She pulled her hands away and stared down in horror as a dark spot spread across her pants and down her legs. She was wetting herself.
He turned around just in time to see a puddle begin to form at her feet. Tears welled up in her eyes, and though she tried to stop the rest from coming out, it was much too late now. She was soaking wet, and it would be clear to everyone exactly what had happened to her.
“I'm sorry!” she said, breaking out into sobs. “I didn't mean to! I tried to hold, I really did, but I...c-couldn't.” She wiped away tears with her hands, but more kept coming. She was so upset and embarrassed that this had happened.
He gave an exasperated sigh. “I've told you before that you're supposed to go as soon as you need to. You're not supposed to hold it like that.” When he saw how hard she was still crying, said, “It's alright, Sandy, it's okay. Let's get you home and clean you up, alright?”
As the two walked home together, her shoes squishing slightly, he looked down at her and said, “I'll still have to punish you for this, you know.” |
((I suppose jake English is my favorite victim because he is confirmed to be a tiny pissy wimp who needs to be taken down a notch. Coincides with my other fic jake English: bed wetter))
Roxy was talking, about what, Jake had no idea.
All he knew was that Roxy was trying to fix relationships. None of them were broken, but she said she could tell.
He also knew that he had no idea why Dirk was still holding his sweaty hand, and that it was keeping him from leaving the meeting from peeing like he so wanted.
He was used to walking away whenever he needed to pee, Moreso now that the game gave him a really nervous bladder. And Dirk knew he had trouble holding it.
Usually that worked in his favor; he could walk off without being questioned. But right now, the blonde probably knew and was keeping him in place out of respect for Roxy.
Jake fidgeted again, the weight of his bladder weighing down on him made it almost impossible to find a comfortable position to sit in.
He leaned over and rested his head on Dirk's shoulder, it being about the same height.
"Dirk, I really need to pee." he meant to keep his voice steady, but it sounded like he was whimpering.
Dirk sighed, "I know. But you should try to hold it."
Roxy looked over, her dark painted lips pursed, "What are too love birds talking about?"
"Jake has to take a piss." The taller blurted out, he never was a tactful one.
Jake blushed, his dark skin only getting darker.
Roxy sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. God she was irritated. Normally she wasn't, but cold turkey made her irritable.
"Fine. Meeting adjourned, none of y'all were listening anyway." she waved her hand as if willing them to fly away like flies.
Dirk let go of Jake's hand, and immediately he shot up from his seat and walked away. It was stupid how there were no bushes around, just a flat expanse of rock.
As soon as he got far away enough that no one would see or hear him, someone called his name.
A little startled, he turned around, only to whimper. The surprise made him leak a bit.
Jane was there, a little while away from him, but soon enough, she caught up.
He gulped, she looked upset. "Well, I finally got you away from Mr. Strider."
He shifted his weight. God, he still REALLY needed to pee, and he couldn't do that in front of a lady. Even he knew that was impolite.
"Jane, with all due respect, will you please leave, Dirk wasn't lying when he said what he did..." his face just got darker.
"I know, but I figured you could stand to talk for a bit, personally, seeing as we are such good, friends." she seemed hesitant to say friends.
"What about?"
"About Dirk and you, and Roxy, and mostly you. You heard what Roxy said, she thinks you weren't listening, and if we're going to stay together, we need to listen to one another. And you really hurt Roxy by not doing that. And it's not a first offense, you haven't listened to her, or me, in a couple of weeks. I know that you don't talk to me unless I start the conversation, and even then you turn it into a conversation about you and Dirk! I'm glad you two have each other, but honestly-" she paused, just barely noticing what was going on.
Jake English, was wetting his pants. Or shorts rather.
Tears bubbled in his eyes. Sure he had pissed himself enough to be semi used to the disgusting feeling of urine trickling down his legs, but he hadn't pissed himself in front of others.
Now Jane knew how much of a baby he was, and she would tell the others and Dirk would break up with him because no one wanted to date a baby and everyone would hate him and he'd have to live alone and he would die because huge piss babies can't live by themselves.
"Jake," Jane's voice was full of concern, "You're hyperventilating, you need to calm down."
It was then that he noticed she had her hand on his shoulder.
He pulled away, and after a moments hesitation, turned tail and ran. He couldn't stand to be there any more.
He ran to the window Roxy had set up, his socks squishing uncomfortably with every step.
As soon as he got back home, or at least to his room, he threw himself onto his bed and buried his face into the pillow.
The sheets were still sopping from that morning, but he didn't care. It just matched his state of clothing. And honestly, he didn't give a fuck about diaper rash, he just wanted to forget he had wet himself in front of his team leader.
He cried 'softly' into his pillow before falling asleep.
The next thing he knew, someone was knocking at the door. He groaned and got up, not feeling rested after that nap.
He realized that the bed was still wet and so we were his shorts. He didn't know if that was from before or from his nap. Either way, he really needed to change.
He got up and went to the dresser. The knocking continued; he figured it was probably Dirk and he could probably wait.
"Fuck," he cursed. No pants, and no underwear. Probably no sheets either. He really needed to laundry, especially with his new potty break schedule.
But he just didn't have time to locate a body of water and scrub his urine stained things clean.
The knocking sounded again, reminding him someone was expecting him to open the door. And he would, but he wouldn't let them inside, not with the bed still wet.
Sighing, he grabbed a large shirt, one he accidentally ordered and occasionally used as pajamas. Because it was comfy, not because it felt like a night gown. It just just comfy.
With another sight, he dropped his pants and soaked briefs before kicking them into the corner, along with the rest of his laundry.
He pulled on the shirt and made sure everything was covered before going to answer the door.
To his surprise, it wasn't Dirk, rather a worried Jane standing there.
"What happened to your legs?"
He looked down, his thighs were pretty red and bumpy.
His voice was only a little uneven as he spoke, "Oh, I guess I got a rash," 'I blame sleeping in the wet bed.' he added mentally.
"Why was your bed wet?" apparently it wasn't in his head.
"N-no reason." his blush was back.
"Did you wet the bed?" her eyes got larger, "Are you okay?"
Fuuuuck, there was no backing out of this one. "Y-yeah. I'm fine. I-I wet the bed a lot." he mumbled, not meeting her eyes.
Gently, she put a hand under his chin and tilted his head up, mostly so he would look at her, and so she could inspect his face. "You've been crying."
He whined a little bit, why was she so sharp? He blamed detective movies and her uncanny need to figure it out before the detective did. Of course that never worked considering she wasn't able to search for clues inside the film. But she could rant about how the film was doing it wrong.
"If you wet the bed and cried and had an accident, I would think you were dehydrated. But looking at your face, I know you are. When was the last time you drank something?"
He made another noncommittal whine.
She sighed, "You need to drink more."
Well that wouldn't work. He already peed tons without that. Granted it usually was dark and in small amounts, but still, drinking would make it worse.
"Also, why are you wearing just a shirt?"
He wanted to look back down, but she still had his face angled at her.
He whined, but she didn't relent or say anything, obviously still waiting for an answer.
"I-I don't have any clean clothes left. I have shirts, but not any...thing else." He spoke quietly, still not looking directly at her.
"Oh," she released his face. "Well, grab your wet clothes, we can wash them at my place."
Right. Jane had a washing machine. No one else did, and honestly, he wasn't not opposed to taking advantage of it right now.
He went back inside and grabbed the pile of clothes in the corner while Jane watched from the door way.
"Get your sheets too." she reminded.
"My hands are full."
Sighing, she stepped into the room and stripped the bed of sheets. The mattress was heavily stained without a sheet protector or anything. Some were darker, some were bigger, but it was just stained.
"You should really invest in a rubber sheet."
He shrugged. "I'm not going to experiment with alchemizing stuff, especially with the rare grist."
She stayed silent at that, though she was sure she could get the code for good nites from Dirk.
She walked out of his room and to the window, Jake followed after.
Soon enough, his clothes and sheets were in the wash and he was sitting on Jane's bed while she was downstairs doing god knows what.
He looked around, finding it still surprising how modern houses worked. Even more surprising that it still had electricity, plumbing, and brilliant wifi, even when in the stupid game.
He must have fallen asleep again, because the next thing he knew was that Jane was as shaking his shoulder.
The second thing was that it was rather breezy. His shirt had ridden up in his sleep.
When he realized that, he bolted up right and yanked his shirt down to cover everything, "Jane! I'm so sorry you had to see that!" he immediately apologized profusely, his face extremely red.
It was then he realized why she woke him up. Her bed was wet, and not because she spilled something on it.
His face got redder as tears began to collect in his eyes, "I-I'm sorry," he whispered in a small voice, a few whimpers accompanying it.
She just shook her head, "It's okay. I know you can't help it."
That only made more tears gather. No, he couldn't help it. And he hated that, he hated being helpless and doomed to wake up wet every time, inevitably making his rash worse. He hated being such a big baby, and he hated how Jane was going to be sweet and understanding and help him clean up when It was his fault he was a big baby and didn't deserve sympathy.
He burst out wailing, taking Jane by surprise. But she just rubbed his back and waited for him to calm down.
He got up on his knees, still on the bed, and hurried his face into her neck, just sobbing.
Eventually though, she managed to calm him down, but only with the promise of cookies.
And even though she managed to quell his tears, he still sobbed in the shower.
When he got out of the shower, and pile of clothes was waiting on the toilet for him. He put them on and wen track to Jane's room, assuming that's where she'd be.
She wasn't there, but there was something on the now naked bed for him. A packet of good nites, a glass of water and a note.
He read the note first,
'Jake. I wasn't kidding when I said you need to drink more, dehydration is serious. Second, please use these good nites, I spent good grist alchemizing them for you. And no, I didn't experiment because I already had the code. I won't tell you where I got it because I respect people's privacy. But please use them; clean up will be a lot easier. And third, your clothes are ready, I'm in the laundry room folding them. Help yourself to a cookie, they're down stairs.'
He blushed slightly but drank the water and picked up the pack.
With that, he went downstairs towards the delicious smell of baked goods and smiled. At least someone cared enough about him to be stern.
Edited April 26, 2015 by trebledeath
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So I've been getting into Adventure Time lately and while I haven't watched all the episodes yet I got a sudden urge to write a Marceline story after the episode "Marceline's Closet" where the boys hear her peeing from the other side of the bathroom door. It's not actually related to the episode mind you, but that is what got the cogs turning in my head. Hopefully I've done the characters justice with this one...
"So, the weather's supposed to for sure stay like this, right PB?"
Marceline turned her head to lazily stare at Finn, who was lounging on the beach next to her. Jake was sprawled in the sand next to him and Princess Bubblegum was on a fuzzy and slightly sticky pink towel a little further down where she'd set up an equally sticky, pink beach chair. Somewhere along the shoreline BMO was short-circuiting in the water, but they were all fairly certain s/he'd be fine.
The five of them had decided to have a beach day, but planning that around Marceline's aversion to sunlight had been fairly difficult. A sunny day at the beach was ideal to most, but Marceline was partial to not being turned into a smouldering pile of ash and as such her good sometimes-friend, Bonnibel, had scienced up a device to predict the weather. They'd found a nice cloudy day with little prospect of rain, and now Marceline was blissfully hat free and enjoying the dulled sunlight as best she could as she floated above the sand.
"Well, there is a 12% chance of the sun coming out, but it really was the best I could do this month. Sorry Marceline."
"Hey, I brought a hat," Marceline said. She pointed to a bag lying on the ground under her feet. "Like I ever go anywhere during the day without it. You know that, Bonnie." The bag also had her gloves, and, well, all her other clothes. She and the other two who actually bothered with clothes were all wearing their beach attire, which in her case consisted of a black bikini with skulls on it.
Yup, she was definitely feeling the skulls today.
Marceline put one arm behind her head and used the other to pick up the tomato juice she'd wedged into the sand. She sipped at it absentmindedly as Finn stretched. "Whelp," he said. "I'm going swimming. I think BMO might need some help anyway." Down by the water BMO was twitching and sparking. "Anyone coming with?"
"Count me in," said Jake and he unravelled himself from where he had been lying. "I think I'm getting bored of being lazy for now."
"I don't really feel like swimming," said PB.
"You guys go ahead. I'm enjoying the beach bum life," said Marceline. Finn shrugged and he and Jake ran energetically down to the water where Finn picked up BMO to be placed further away from the waves. Up in the dryer recesses of the sand, silence fell.
Marceline hadn't really thought that one through. She and Princess Bubblegum were now alone, and while they had been getting along better, their relationship was still rocky. She wasn't sure how she felt about that, but the thought was driven away by a twinge of hunger. Her tomato juice had run dry and Marceline floated over to rummage through the cooler so she could grab some more. She felt a twinge further down in her abdomen and was regretting not bringing along any non-liquid form of red to snack on. She was on her fourth glass already.
The clouds may have been obscuring the sun, but Marceline still found it irritating sometimes. After centuries of living with it she was very good at tolerating the constant itch it caused, but at the moment it was getting a little too irritating for her to relax. She backed up a little with a new glass of tomato juice and huddled under her parasol to ease the discomfort some. She glanced up at the clouds and noticed that the sky had gotten a little brighter.
There was a beeping to her left and Princess Bubblegum gave off a quiet, "Hm." Marceline peered under her parasol to see her friend fiddling with a beeping, whirring device that was about the size of her forearm. She was frowning.
"Lighten up Bonnie, you're here to relax. You do know what 'relax' means, right?"
This comment only earned Marceline a stern glare. "For your information, Marceline, I was just checking the weather. For you," she said. "I just thought the clouds were thinning a little and I wanted to check up on my weather machine."
Marceline felt a spike of nostalgia for the good old days when Bonnibel would worry needlessly for her. Back then she had found it endearing, but now she found it annoying. "Seriously? I don't need you to baby me. I'm used to unexpected changes in the weather and I can deal, okay? I've been away from you for how long now and I haven't shrivelled up or been roasted."
"I'm sorry, Marceline. But the clouds are going away," PB said. "I guess my weather machine wasn't as accurate as I thought."
Marceline glanced back at the sky, where it had gotten a little brighter but it was still cloudy. "I suppose your weather machine told you that, huh?"
"Weather is hard to predict."
Marceline sighed. As much as she hated to admit it, she trusted Bonnie and if her machine said the sun was coming, that was probably the case. "Whatever," she said. "I've got my parasol."
Just then a huge gust of wind blew over the beach, kicking up sand and ripping Marceline's parasol away from her. Marceline made a quick grab for it, but it was too late. The parasol was being carried away in the air and Marceline wasn't going to risk flying after it if she couldn't grab it in time. "Traitor!" she called after it.
She felt the sting of the sun beating through the thin clouds and thought it was probably a good idea to put on the rest of her clothes before the weather cleared up completely. She uncurled herself and made to reach for her bag, but before her hand made it to the leather strap, a falcon dropped out of the sky and snatched it away. It cawed and flew out towards the water at an impressive speed.
"Oh, come on!" Marceline yelled. Bubblegum was giving her a worried look and Marceline was seething.
"I suppose now we find shade," PB offered.
"Shut up."
They grabbed the rest of their stuff and headed a little further inland where there was a leafy tree sitting next to a slight cliff. Between the two of them it would provide a decent amount of shade when the sun came out, which was really all Marceline needed. She threw the cooler into the sand and leaned against the stony wall. Just then the last of the clouds cleared and Marceline was truly trapped. That was when she realised just how badly she needed to pee.
All that tomato juice had really caught up to her and now she had nowhere to go to relieve herself. The beach wasn't horribly crowded thanks to the previously cloudy weather, but there were still people around and things were sure to pick up now that the sky had cleared. Marceline groaned and flopped down in the sand, dropping her forehead to her knees.
"Oh, cheer up Marcy. I'm sure it won't last too long." PB was laying out her towel and chair in the shade and sat down, weather machine still clasped in her hands. She glanced down and frowned. "Oh. Never mind."
"Let me guess," Marceline's muffled voice said. "Clear skies for the rest of the day?"
"Ya."
"Great."
As Marceline shifted in the sand a little, Finn and Jake came running towards them from the water with BMO trailing behind. "Hey, we saw you guys moved," said Jake. "Is it because of the sun?"
"Ya, Marceline lost all her gear, so we're gonna hang out in the shade for a bit," Bubblegum said. She tried to smile reassuringly at Marceline, but the vampire turned her head to glare at the cliff.
"Aw, math! That could jack you up big time Marceline! Don't worry, Jake and I'll save you."
"How, by making the sun go away?"
"No, we're just gonna head over to your house and grab some junk. We'll be back soon, don't worry!" Finn ran off, still wearing only his swimsuit and Jake made quick pursuit. BMO stayed back.
"I'm going back to the water now," BMO said, before turning around and running back towards the waves. Marceline and Princess Bubblegum were once again alone, only this time Marceline found herself thoroughly distracted by the discomfort in her bladder. She grunted and pressed her knees together.
"Are you okay?" Princess Bubblegum asked.
Marceline was irritated, sure, but she wasn't one to let something like a little sunlight and a rapidly filling bladder ruin her cool demeanour. "I'm fine Bonnie, relax," Marceline said as she rolled her eyes. Besides, she didn't have to go that badly just yet. She could hold it.
But Marceline was fully aware of just how far away she lived and the fact that Finn and Jake were bound to be gone for a while. She leaned against the cliff behind her and relaxed in the shade while Bonnibel did whatever crazy research it was she considered to be relaxing. She'd certainly brought an unusual amount of test tubes with her for a trip to the beach.
As they waited, Marceline's need grew. She'd gone from casually leaning back, to strumming guitar chords in the sand to distract herself. She began tapping her foot to an imaginary beat, but the truth was she just couldn't sit still. The sound of the waves further down the beach certainly wasn't helping matters.
Her bladder had been throbbing constantly for the past twenty minutes. Suddenly she was hit by a wave of desperation that caused her to gasp and hunch forward, her hand flying to her leg and grinding a fistful of sand into her thigh. She clenched tightly to ride it out, but PB had definitely noticed the change in Marceline's demeanour.
"Is something wrong?" she asked.
"I'm fine," Marceline ground out. She was still trying desperately not to wet herself, but the urge was fading. She relaxed a little and looked over at Bubblegum, who was frowning at her.
"You're not fine. What's bothering you?"
"Really, it's nothing you need to worry about," Marceline said.
"Well, whatever it is, maybe I can help!"
"I doubt it."
"Marceline!"
Marceline threw the sand she had been clenching in Princess Bubblegum's direction, but the wind caught it and whisked it away before it could do any damage. "Fine! I have to pee, okay?" she said. She rolled her eyes when she saw the look of comprehension on PB's face.
"Oh... Well how long are you going to be able to hold it?" It was just like Bonnibel to put all the pieces together and realise that Marceline was really quite desperate now. And with the toilets on the other side of the beach...
Marceline was hit with another wave of desperation and hunched inwards. Her hands went to her lap though she refused to actually grab herself. The beach was much more crowded now and it would be super embarrassing for Marceline the Vampire Queen to be seen holding herself like a little girl. She was over a thousand years old after all, though not by much. When the urgency eased up a bit Marceline growled. "I don't know. Definitely not long enough for Finn to get back with my stuff."
"Hm..." Bubblegum was looking around their shaded hideout, but after a moment gave up. "There really isn't any privacy here," she concluded. Marceline snorted. Like she hadn't noticed that already.
"I'm just going to have to hold it, alright? I don't really have a choice."
"If you insist." Bubblegum went back to her science and Marceline shifted position so that she was sitting on her knees. Her thighs were pressed firmly together and this way her legs weren't pushed uncomfortably against her bladder. She wedged her heel discreetly against her urethra, which seemed to work as a replacement for holding herself, but her knee was jiggling urgently. Those boys really needed to hurry up.
She stayed like that for a while, riding out a few rolling waves of desperation. They were getting closer together now and Marceline was having a very hard time getting her mind off of it. Then she was hit with such an intense urgency that she couldn't stop a small spurt from jetting out of her and soaking the inside of her bikini bottoms. She hissed and clenched until she was sure no more was coming, but the fact that she was slowly losing control was undeniable.
Princess Bubblegum turned when she heard the angry noise Marceline had made and watched as the desperate vampire slowly regained her composure. "Are you still sure you can hold it?" she asked.
"I never said I could hold it," Marceline growled. "I said I didn't have a choice."
"I'm sure I could come up with something to-"
"I don't need your help!" Marceline bared her pointy teeth in a menacing sneer. She didn't need Bonnibel hovering over her shoulder. That wasn't her place anymore.
"Fine, be that way." Bubblegum huffed and began fiddling with her weather machine some more.
Marceline tried to ignore both PB and the insistent screaming of her bladder. Her tired urethra leaked again and she felt a slight wetness against her foot. Sitting on her heel wasn't going to be enough anymore. Her hands clenched and unclenched as she realised she really needed to hold herself. She just didn't want anyone to see her doing it. Marceline did the only thing she could think of in the moment.
She turned invisible.
Princess Bubblegum looked over at where Marceline was, but she didn't comment. Instead she rolled her eyes and went back to her science. Marceline crammed her hands in between her legs and bounced up and down a bit. She couldn't believe how badly she needed to pee. It was unbearable.
Holding herself wasn't helping as much as Marceline would have liked. She was able to stave off a few more leaks, but it wasn't long before a slight dribble made its way onto her fingers. She groaned and pressed against herself even harder to keep all of her urine inside.
"I can still try to think of a-"
"No!" She wasn't getting Bonnie's help with this. Besides, it was embarrassing enough without having to hear Bonnibel problem solve her need to pee.
But Marceline was quickly losing control. There was a hiss as urine sprayed between her fingers and Marceline watched in horror as a few drops of urine materialised a few inches above the ground before falling into the sand. She was able to stop the spurt but it was painful. If she lost control like this there would be a visible stream of urine coming out of nowhere. She moaned and shifted her weight back and forth between her knees. Another spurt escaped and dribbled to the ground and Marceline knew she was fighting a losing battle.
When another jet of urine shot out of her Marceline did her best to clamp down on it, but only succeeded in stopping it for a second before another spurt escaped. She watched as jet after jet of urine sprayed to the ground from her invisible urethra. She couldn't stop herself from peeing!
Marceline quickly dropped her butt into the sand as her bladder let go with a forceful hiss. She moved her hands out of the way and watched as a heavy stream of urine sprayed out of nowhere, directly into a rapidly growing puddle in the sand. Luckily the dry sand was soaking up Marceline's pee thirstily, but the fact that she was peeing publically did not escape the embarrassed vampire. She felt herself relax as her overstretched bladder emptied itself with vigour. It felt incredible.
Unfortunately Marceline's accident was not going unnoticed by Princess Bubblegum, who had turned towards the sound of hissing urine. She didn't look embarrassed for Marceline, but rather was eyeing the spray of urine with a pitying expression.
Eventually the heavy stream died down and an embarrassed Marceline let the last few seconds of urine dribble out of her into the sand. The puddle she had made was about the size of a basketball due to the sand not being able to soak up her urine as fast as she had been expelling it. Luckily it appeared to be quickly soaking into the ground now and Marceline was left sitting invisibly on an indent of wet sand. She quickly reappeared to cover it up, though she was positive her face had turned a delicious shade of red.
"You should have let me help," Bubblegum said.
"Ugh, shut up." Marceline quickly swatted some dry sand over her accident and shuffled back against the cliff.
Luckily, by the time Finn and Jake returned, Marceline's bikini had dried and she was able to dust off the sand that had stuck to her previously wet bottom and thighs. Bonnie was the only who knew of Marceline's embarrassing incident, or at least that's what Marceline hoped.
Who knew what a casual observer might have seen. |
An Attack on Titan omorashi fanfic involving Hanji and Levi. This started out as a rp my friend and I did. It ended up so good I wrote it out into a more detailed story format. Hope you like it!
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Levi leaned back in his chair comfortably and sipped his tea. The conference room was empty, save for himself and Hanji, who was sitting near him and flipping through a large book. Hanji paused suddenly, adjusted her glasses, and closed the book, sighing.
“I need a new book.” She said. She pushed her teacup toward the middle of the table, where the tea pot and a small bowl of mints were sitting, and got up. She left her chair pushed away from the table and left the room. Levi leaned forward and grabbed the tea pot, refilled his cup, then put it back where it had been. He looked at the bowl of mints, then took one and popped it into his mouth curiously.
Levi realized immediately that whatever the round white objects were, they certainly weren't mints. It dissolved in his mouth, leaving behind a dry and chalky taste. He choked and took a gulp of tea to wash it down. Levi looked up as Hanji came back in the room, carrying three large books.
“Ignore the mess in there,” she dumped the books on the table and plopped back down into her chair, “the bookshelf tried to attack me, and...” Hanji suddenly noticed Levi's expression, and the bowl on the table that was slightly out of place. “You did not just eat one of those...”
“What kind of mints are these?” Levi asked, picking up the bowl. Hanji leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands.
“Levi...those aren't mints.” she said.
“Well then, what the hell are they?” Levi asked.
“Urinary Tract Inhibitors.” Hanji said simply. Levi stared at her for a minute.
“Excuse me?”
“They keep you from peeing.” Hanji explained. “Like, full-on prevent it. So our new members don't ruin their uniforms when they see a titan.” She covered her mouth with her hand, a weird scrunched-up expression on her face.
“For how long?” Levi asked.
“Hours...possibly a day.” Hanji shrugged, struggling to maintain a straight face.
“A full day??” Levi exclaimed. He wasn't completely sure how Hanji's experiment worked, but he was not too keen on the idea of holding his urine for a full day. Hanji finally lost it, burying her face in her arms on the table and laughing hysterically. “This is not funny!”
“Why??” Hanji giggled, “Why would you just eat something sitting out like that??”
“Because normal people don't leave experiments laying around!” Levi glared at her angrily. Hanji's laughter turned to high-pitched giggles and snorts, then tapered off.
“Are you angry???” she looked up and started giggling again at Levi's expression. Levi groaned in frustration and rested his head in his hands.
“What exactly do you mean by 'prevent it'?” Levi asked.
“Well, your kidneys and bladder still function, of course, but your sphincter muscles clench up. It makes it impossible for your bladder to empty.” Hanji straightened up, adjusting her crooked glasses.
“Why would you make something like that??” Levi asked.
“I just told you!” Hanji giggled again, then suddenly looked serious. “If you were smart, you would go now before it hits your system.”
“Fine.” Levi got up from the table and left the room, heading for the bathroom down the hall. He kind of needed to go anyway.
When he returned to the conference room, Hanji was reading again. Levi sat down in the chair he had been sitting in earlier.
“Didja go?” Hanji asked, glancing up from her book.
“Yes.” Levi pushed his tea cup away and leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms over his chest. Hanji buried her face behind her book, trying not to giggle. “This isn't funny. Were you seriously going to give these to the new recruits?”
“Of course not.” Hanji licked her finger and turned a page. “They haven't been tested yet...” Levi groaned.
“Perfect...”
“Don't worry, it'll be out of your system before you know it.” Hanji said, smiling at him reassuringly.
“And if it takes a whole day?”
“Um..Don't think about running water?” she suggested.
“Oh, that's helpful.” Levi said bitterly. Hanji shrugged and returned to her book.
They passed several hours in silence. As time wore on, Levi struggled to maintain a relaxed position. The tea he had been drinking was making it's way through his system, and he realized he was actually needing to fidget. His bladder was definitely an annoyance, and Levi felt anxious. Just how long is this going to last? He wondered.
“So...” Levi finally broke the silence, needing a distraction. Hanji looked up from her book, light from the gas lamps around the room glinting off her glasses. “What made you come up with the idea to make this in the first place?”
“Well...” Hanji closed her book, “think about it. Isn't it a bother needing to piss while you're on duty? Fighting titans?”
“Yes, but don't you think this is a little extreme?”
“Levi...look who you're talking to.” Hanji said. Levi sighed. Hanji always had good intentions, but she tended to go overboard with things.
“Still...” Levi shifted in his seat, trying to find a position that didn't put pressure on his bladder, “this seems like it'll end up being more bothersome.”
“That's why things go through test runs first.” Hanji shifted her gaze, looking at the table thoughtfully. “I was going to try it on Moblit...”
“Tch, you should try it on him too anyway.”
“Hmmm...No, not my poor Moblit...He has a spastic bladder.” Hanji picked up her teacup and took a sip from it. Levi watched her, annoyed. He felt thirsty, but didn't want to add anything else to his bladder if he was unable to empty it.
“You just gonna sit here all day?” he asked.
“I want to observe you.” Hanji said, peering at him over the rim of her cup.
“Why.”
“To see how those tablets work, of course!” She leaned over suddenly and jabbed a finger into his bladder. Levi didn't flinch, but the jab definitely worsened the urge. “Nothing yet, huh?” Levi scowled at her and stood up.
“I'm going to see if it's even working.” He said, storming out. He sincerely wished they didn't. His bladder was already full, and he had no idea how long he could bear not being able to pee.
“Great idea!” Hanji followed him, jogging to keep up at first. Levi entered the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
“You are not following me in here.” Levi said, locking it. Hanji was silent for a minute.
“Wouldn't be the first time, you know!” she called. Levi rolled his eyes and stood in front of the toilet. He undid his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, then pulled himself out and waited. And waited, and waited... “You fall in, shorty?” Hanji called. “Did Mike leave the seat up again?” Levi ignored her, trying to relax his sphincter muscles. But still, nothing happened. A few minutes passed, and Levi gave up. He just couldn't go, and trying was making him need to go even more. He tucked himself back into his underwear, zipped and buttoned his pants, buckled his belt, and washed his hands.
Hanji was waiting right outside the door when he opened it, looking like she was about to laugh again.
“I told you...” she said. Levi glared at her.
“They work. Happy?” Levi shifted his weight uncomfortably. Hanji grinned. Levi scowled and pushed past her. Instead of going back to the conference room, however, he went into a small sitting room that was closer to the bathroom. The room was empty, thanks to a good chunk of the Scout Regiment being out training the new recruits. Any other senior members were probably resting, or getting paperwork done. Levi sat down on one of the couches and crossed his legs. Hanji walked over and gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “This better not last more than a few hours...” he muttered.
“Levi, I can't guarantee anything.” Hanji watched his occasional movements and barely noticeable fidgeting. “Just sit back and bask in the glory of the fact that you did this to yourself, and it wasn't my fault.” She smiled. “It feels good when it's not my fault.”
“It is your fault, four-eyes. You left them sitting out.”
“You were dumb enough to eat one. You're lucky they were even edible to begin with.” Hanji ruffled his hair. Levi sighed.
“Well, hope this helps your stupid experiment...” he muttered sarcastically.
“Just relax, Levi.” Hanji sat down in a chair near him, still watching him. Levi tried to. He leaned back and stretched out his legs, trying his best to get comfortable.
A couple of hours later, Levi was the farthest from relaxed and comfortable he could possibly be. He sat stiffly, his legs tightly crossed and his back straight as a rod. His bladder was more than full now, stretched out to accommodate it's contents, and throbbing.
“Feeling okay over there?” Hanji asked.
“Not really.” Levi shifted suddenly. His bladder begged for release, and there wasn't anything he could do about it. Hanji got up from her seat and walked over to sit down next to Levi.
“How bad?” she asked, poking his bladder. Levi flinched and smacked her hand away.
“It's more than just an annoyance...” Levi said. Hanji looked at him, concerned.
“You mean it hurts?” she asked.
“A bit, yeah...” Levi said. Hanji shook her head.
“No, no, it's not supposed to hurt...I need to take a look at this...”
“Huh?” Levi gave her a questioning look. Before Levi could react, Hanji grabbed his ankles and roughly pulled his legs up onto the couch, then scooted him toward her so he was in a laying position. She settled her weight onto his legs and reached for his belt. “Hey!!” Levi sat up and tried to push her off.
“Hold still!” Hanji fought him, finally getting him to fall back into a laying position when she put pressure on his bladder while unbuckling his belt. Levi groaned and fell back onto the couch. “Don't worry...You can keep your pants on...” Hanji got his belt undone and unbuttoned his pants.
“Get off me!” Levi demanded, trying to sit up again. Hanji grabbed hims arms and pinned them down.
“Levi, relax. Unless you want this to be irreversible...” Levi froze. “Just hold still.” Hanji rolled up his shirt carefully, looking at his abdomen. She could see how full his bladder was. There was a definite bulge poking out from his lower abdomen, pushing against the waistband of his pants enough that the button side separated from side with the buttonhole. Levi winced as she traced her fingers over the bulge. “Hm...” She pressed down on various spots on his lower abdomen, then traced her fingers down his hip bones. “Does this hurt?” she asked. Levi shook his head. “Okay, good.” Hanji got off of him. Levi sat up slowly, loosely buckling his belt.
“What were you looking for?” he asked.
“I was making sure your sphincter muscles didn't fuse together.” She sat down next to him. “The good news is they aren't fused. The bad news is, you will probably have a killer infection after this...”
“Great...” Levi crossed his legs again and leaned back.
“I'm so sorry, Levi...” Hanji covered her mouth with her hand, stifling a giggle. Levi glared at her.
“This isn't funny, four-eyes.”
“I laugh when I can't cope, Levi...” Hanji sighed. “I'm actually crying on the inside.” She rested her head on her knees. “I broke the captaaaaain.” She whined, her words muffled.
“Tch. I'm not broken, Hanji...” Hanji sat up quickly.
“You're right. Could have been worse. Could have been a different kind of inhibitor. Could have sterilized you.”
“And why would you make that kind of inhibitor in the first place?” Levi asked. He didn't really care that much, he just wanted to keep her talking. Her babbling was a distraction from his bladder.
“Oh, I haven't made it. Not yet, anyway. But think about it,” she looked at him, moving her arms excitedly as she talked, “men going to serve as guards for the royal family...Would you rather be castrated or just take a pill?”
“Personally, I'd rather not do either.” Levi paused, then, when Hanji still stared at him expectantly, said, “But I suppose taking a pill is better than castration.”
“Hm...I'll keep that in mind...” Hanji grinned at him. Levi shook his head and fidgeted slightly, his bladder throbbing.
“Do you think it could have worn off by now?” he asked. Hanji scooted closer, then pressed down on his bladder. Levi grunted in pain and twisted away. “Did you wet yourself?” Hanji asked. Levi groaned quietly, his bladder throbbing painfully. “Levi?” Levi turned to her, glaring at her angrily.
“Does it look like I wet myself?!” he growled.
“Then no, it hasn't worn off.” Hanji said. Levi groaned and leaned back again. “Sorry little guy.” Hanji reached over and rubbed his stomach. Levi pushed her hand away. “You'll find it in your heart to forgive me.” Hanji smiled. Levi sighed and tilted his head to look at her. He was definitely annoyed with her at the moment, but he had always liked Hanji, even if he didn't really show it. Sure she was messy, annoying, eccentric, and maybe a bit on the crazy side, but she was passionate, caring, and she always had good intentions.
“Maybe.” Levi said. “After all of this is over.” He glanced up as Hanji rose from her seat. “Where are you going?” he asked. She said nothing, already out the door. Hanji returned a few minutes later, carrying an ice pack. She handed it to him. “What's this for?”
“The throbbing.” she explained.
“I don't think putting ice on it is going to help...”
“You're going to need it. I'm going to have to fix this...” Hanji snapped on some gloves, “maually.” Levi looked at her, apprehensive.
“How, exactly?”
“You'll see. Let's go to my lab.” She waited for Levi to get up, then left the room and started down the hall. Levi followed, walking a bit slower than usual from all the liquid sloshing around in his bladder. Hanji was bustling around the room when he entered her lab, placing a pillow on a gurney in the center of the room before walking over to a cupboard. “Go ahead and lay down.” Hanji said, pointing at the gurney. Levi watched her for a minute, still standing in the doorway.
“Just what exactly are you going to do?” he asked.
“I'm going to have to stimulate the muscles myself.” Hanji said. She placed an empty bucket on the floor near the gurney and set a pitcher of water on the table she had pushed toward the middle of the room. Levi looked at the setup, wondering just how far Hanji would go to get him to empty his bladder. “Warning you now, I have no idea what I'm doing.” Hanji dug through a box on her desk. Levi sighed.
“Let me try again before I let you try something crazy...” Levi put the ice pack on a table and left Hanji's lab, walking to the bathroom across the hall. He entered, locking the door behind him, and positioned himself in front of the toilet. He relaxed and waited, staring at the wall. His bladder throbbed painfully, but still nothing happened. He gave it a few minutes, then gave up. His sphincter muscles simply refused to budge.
Hanji was draping a towel across the middle of the gurney when Levi re-entered her lab. He made his way over to her, then stopped by the gurney, shifting and fidgeting while he stood there. Hanji looked at him sympathetically.
“Alright. Get your scrawny butt up here and let's see if we can make you feel better.” Hanji patted the pillow. Levi got up onto the gurney, laying down on his back. Hanji leaned over him and unbuckled his belt, then pulled his shirt up. She turned to the pitcher and dunked a cloth into it. Levi closed his eyes, bracing himself as she laid a warm wet cloth across his lower abdomen. Levi relaxed at first, the heat easing the throbs from his bladder, but started squirming a bit when it increased his urge. “The bucket is right there if you think you're going to go.” Hanji said, flipping the cloth over. Levi nodded, watching Hanji as she dipped the cloth back into the water. She took it back out, then held it over Levi's lower abdomen, letting the excess water drip onto his stomach and waistband of his pants. She twisted the cloth, squeezing more water onto him. Some of the liquid managed to soak into the crotch of his pants. Levi sat up quickly and shifted toward the edge of the gurney, feeling like he was about to wet himself. But the sensation disappeared as quickly as it had come, and he was back to just feeling his bladder throbbing. Hanji looked at him questioningly.
“False alarm.” Levi laid back down.
“Alright...” Hanji dunked her hands in the pitcher for a few moments, then began massaging Levi's abdomen. She smirked suddenly.
“What are you smirking about, four-eyes?” Levi asked. He grimaced as Hanji put pressure on his bladder for a moment.
“You have really nice abs...” she said. Levi stared at her.
“Is this...really an appropriate time to mention that?” he asked. Hanji opened her mouth to respond, then turned her head when she heard someone enter the room. Moblit walked in, holding a mess of papers.
“Hey, Hanji, I was won--” Moblit went silent mid-sentence, staring at Levi and Hanji in confusion. “Uh...” Hanji stared at him, her mouth set in a grim line as she tried not to laugh. Moblit stared back for a minute, then turned around and walked back out quickly.
“I'll swear him to secrecy.” Hanji said, continuing to massage Levi's abdomen. He sighed. He appreciated Hanji trying to help, but so far she was just making him feel worse.
“You should probably get rid of the rest those tablets...” he said.
“All in due time.”
“Good, because this would be a lot more distracting and inconvenient in battle than just stopping to piss.”
“Would you like me to hire you a taste tester?” Hanji grinned. “So you won't go popping random things in your mouth?”
“No.” Levi closed his eyes and tried to relax as Hanji massaged, but when she pushed against his bladder again briefly he couldn't take it anymore. He pushed her hand off and sat up.
“Gonna try to go?” Hanji asked. Levi nodded and stood, positioning himself in front of the bucket and keeping his back to Hanji. He exhaled slowly and tried to relax his sphincter muscles again. Once again, nothing happened. He grit his teeth. After a few minutes, he heard Hanji sigh. “Well, I could always cath you...” she said.
“Absolutely not.” Levi tucked himself back into his underwear and zipped his pants.
“What about a hot bath?” Hanji asked. Levi turned toward her and tucked his shirt in.
“If you think it'll help...” he said.
“Onward, then.” Hanji led him out of her lab, walking upstairs toward the living quarters. They passed the many rooms that belonged to the new recruits before they got to the rooms at the end of the hall the older members of the Scout Regiment slept in. Hanji pushed open the door to Levi's room, which had its own private bathroom. Levi shut the door behind them and followed Hanji into the bathroom, where she was already running a bath. He stepped back into his room to strip out of everything but his uniform pants, and grabbed a pair of loose black pants out of his dresser. When he returned to the bathroom, the bath was filled. Levi set the pair of clean pants on the bathroom counter and waited for Hanji to turn around before he stripped out of his pants and underwear and got into the tub of hot, bubbly water. Hanji sat down on the floor next to the tub, watching Levi's expression.
“Try to go in the water.” she said.
“Gross...” Levi muttered. But the hot water was too tempting, and Levi was so desperate he probably would have gone anywhere if his sphincter muscles would let him. He leaned his head back against the the edge of the tub, relaxing. Hanji positioned herself behind him and began rubbing his shoulders. Levi actually began to feel a little better, to his surprise. The heat eased the pain in his bladder, though he still hadn't managed to empty it. But, though it wasn't quite as painful, he still desperately needed to pee, and the hot water made the urge to go even stronger. At first he merely relaxed, hoping his sphincter muscles would relax as well. When they didn't, he bore down on his pelvic muscles, trying to force the urine out. But still, they wouldn't budge. He gave up, sighing. “Nothing...” he said quietly. Hanji sighed in defeat. Levi sat up a bit and propped his left elbow against the edge of the tub, resting his head in his hand. “This is just...” he shook his head, “you know what, keep those tablets. You could probably use them to torture someone.” He shifted slightly, tilting his hips forward and tensing his abdominal muscles, trying every trick he knew to put more strain on his bladder to try to force his sphincter muscles open. “Still nothing...” He relaxed his muscles. Hanji rested her cheek on top of his head.
“I'm wracking my brain here, Levi...” she said. Levi shifted again, pulling one of his legs toward him. His right knee stuck out of the water now, and his elevated thigh was putting pressure against his bladder. He groaned, frustrated.
“No rush or anything, four-eyes.” He growled. His bladder was becoming painful again. Levi stretched his legs out and reached up, ruffling Hanji's ponytail. He knew he had sounded harsher than he had intended. Hanji leaned a little closer, laying her chin on his shoulder and resting her head in the crook of his neck.
“Mmm...this is kind of nice, despite everything...” Hanji said, inhaling his scent. “One day we'll be laughing at this.” Levi glanced at her, and saw that her glasses were fogging up from the heat of the bath.
“One day, maybe.” He closed his eyes and relaxed, breathing slowly and trying to let his bladder empty on it's own. It was kind of nice, in a way. Despite the terrible circumstances, he was at least getting to spend some time with Hanji. His mind wandered, and he wondered vaguely whether he could convince Hanji to get into the bath with him. Mostly because her hair was extremely greasy and it was irritating him. Mostly.
Levi's thoughts were interrupted by a very sudden, very sharp pain in his bladder. He cursed under his breath and sat up quickly, his abdominal muscles tensing.
“Levi?” Hanji watched him anxiously. “What's wrong?” Levi shifted, wrapping his arms around his lower abdomen and leaning forward. The pain wasn't fading. His bladder was already so full, and whatever tea and other liquids he had drank earlier were still making their way there as well. His bladder felt stretched beyond what it ever should be, and he was suddenly in so much pain he felt sick to his stomach.
"It hurts...” Levi spoke through clenched teeth. Hanji moved around the side of the tub, digging around in the back pocket of her pants.
“Well, here...Let me...” Hanji suddenly pulled a large syringe and needle out of her pocket. She uncapped the needle and jabbed it into a spot a few inches above Levi's left hip bone. Levi cried out in surprise and looked at her, pained and bewildered. “I just gave you a horse tranquilizer.” Hanji explained. Her words barely registered with Levi, who was already feeling sleepy and out of it. He passed out, his head lolling forward into the water. Hanji grabbed his shoulders and moved him so he was half-floating on his back, then sat behind the tub again, holding his head in her hands to keep him from drowning. “If that doesn't relax every muscle in his body, I don't know what will.” Hanji watched Levi closely, watching for any signs of urination and making sure he continued to breathe. “Come on...empty your bladder already...” she muttered to herself. She glanced down at Levi's lower abdomen, and was startled to see that the bulge from his bladder hadn't shrunk at all. Before she could try any other method to get his bladder to empty, however, she heard a sleepy moan from him.
Levi was extremely groggy. He felt like he was floating, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth. A wet cocoon. A wet cocoon that did not feel very good with the enormous pressure in his lower abdomen. He moaned sleepily, pushing against his sphincter muscles and trying to get rid of the pressure inside him. Nothing happened. He blinked slowly, squirming and shifting. He had never had to pee this badly in his entire life.
“Are you freaking kidding me??” Hanji leaned over him, her expression anxious. “This would've put down a Clydesdale three times his size! He's lucky his heart hasn't stopped! “ Levi looked up at her, blinking slowly to get her into focus.
“Hey. Four-eyes.” Hanji looked at him, completely bewildered.
“Levi? You okay?” she asked. Levi grimaced at a sharp throb from his bladder, then watched Hanji. She looked frazzled, her glasses fogged up and slightly crooked, her hair a greasy and frizzy mess, and the ends of her sleeves were wet. She looked worried. Levi didn't want her to be worried. He reached up and grabbed her by her messy ponytail, tugging her head closer to his. Hanji didn't fight him. Her bangs dipped into the water, and she watched Levi, transfixed. Levi gave one more tug, pulling her close enough to press his lips against hers. Hanji tensed, flailing at first and almost falling into the water, then relaxed and leaned into the kiss. She pulled away when Levi's jaw slackened, his hand sliding from her head and falling into the water. “L-levi?” she asked. Levi laughed quietly, then grimaced. Hanji stared at him, dumbfounded. Levi lay in the water for a while, sleepy. He wondered what was keeping him from sleeping when another sharp pain in his bladder hit him.
“Ooh...” he sat up and leaned forward, holding his stomach. He winced at a shooting pain in his lower back, hardly aware that Hanji was calling his name, and slumped sideways. Levi shook his head, trying to clear it.
“...and how are you still conscious??!” Hanji leaned over him, shaking her head. “Never mind. Just please empty your bladder so I can get you out of there before you drown.” Levi was confused. He was trying to empty his bladder, but nothing was happening. Hanji groaned, frustrated. “Okay...” She gently shifted him so that he was no longer balled up. “I am so, so sorry for this...” she thrust her fist into the water, punching Levi as hard as she could in the bladder. Levi yelled in pain and immediately curled up, resting his head on his knees and holding his stomach. The blow caused the worst pain in his bladder he had felt yet, and more shooting pains in his lower back. He breathed shallowly, feeling like he was going to be sick. “Sorry!!”
“Hanji...” Levi groaned. “I can't...”
“Levi I am so sorry!” Hanji said anxiously.
“Turn around...” Levi straightened out slowly and crawled out of the tub, stumbling and almost falling over as he did so. He felt dizzy, and he swayed slightly where he stood as he somewhat dried himself and slipped into his underwear and pants. “You can look now...” Levi leaned his back against the wall, sliding the waistband of his pants down so that they weren't cutting across his bladder. Hanji turned toward him, looking panicked.
“I am so so sorry, Levi! I really thought that would work!” she glanced at his abdomen, then stared, eyes wide. Levi glanced down, wondering what she looked so shocked about. He saw it immediately; the enormous bulge from his bladder. It was much more noticeable when he was shirtless, and the way he currently had his pants showed it more instead of hiding it. He was shocked too. Levi knew he was desperate to pee and had expected to look a bit bloated, maybe, but not like this. Hanji looked horrified. “C-come on, it shouldn't be too long before they wear off, and the tranquilizer should take the edge off the discomfort...” she picked up the towel off the floor and draped it over Levi's head, noticing his dripping hair. “I still don't know how you're conscious, alive, and mildly coherent after that much medicine, for that big of an animal, used on someone so...not big.” Levi leaned his head forward slightly, trying to dry his hair as she talked. “Woah, careful!” Levi realized he was falling forward right before Hanji caught him. Levi wrapped his arms around her waist, dizzy and sleepy. “Here...” Hanji helped him upright, pulling one of his arms around her neck and wrapping her arm around his chest, avoiding putting any pressure on his abdomen. Levi laid his head on her shoulder as she helped him into his room, leading him over to his bed. She lowered him into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, and Levi immediately slumped over. He curled onto his side, holding his stomach again.
“Hanji?”
“Y-yeah?” Hanji placed a bucket on the floor next to the bed.
“Hanji...” Levi groaned. “I'm going to burst...”
“Levi, please don't...Not all over your nice clean bed.” she looked at the bulge on his lower abdomen, thinking. “Also, a ruptured bladder will kill you...” Levi blinked sleepily, looking at the bucket. He sat up slowly, then got to his feet and positioned himself in front of it. Hanji put a hand on his shoulder to hold him steady, looking away. Levi waited, his mounting frustration dulled under the veil of sleepiness and confusion. His bladder literally felt like it was going to explode, he had a bucket right in front of him, and yet he still couldn't go. He groaned, tucked himself back into his pants, and sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling defeated. Hanji turned toward him and pushed him into a laying position. Levi rested on his back. “It should be wearing off soon.” Hanji assured him.
“How soon?” he asked.
“An hour or two...?” Hanji said, uncertain. Levi stared at her for a second, then nodded. Hanji sat down at the end of his bed, looking at his swollen lower abdomen. “Maybe time will pass faster if you try to sleep.” she suggested. Levi closed his eyes. He was really sleepy...
He drifted off, half asleep but still aware of Hanji shifting around, moving up toward the head of the bed and settling beside Levi. The tranquilizer made him extremely tired. He knew he'd be sound asleep if it weren't for his throbbing bladder and nausea. Levi was pulled from the sleepy limbo when he felt Hanji running her fingers through his damp hair. He opened his eyes briefly to look at her, then closed them again.
“Hey, four-eyes.” he said quietly.
“Yeah, shorty?” she asked. Levi looked up at her and tapped her glasses briefly.
“If my bladder ruptures, I will come back and haunt you and your stupid glasses forever.”
“Oh, stop being so over dramatic.”
“Tch...”
“Don't you “tch” me, young man. I will rub my greasy hair all over your pillows.”
“Oh?” Levi turned his head to look at her better.
“Yep.” Hanji rubbed her head all over the other pillow. Levi reached over and flicked her on the cheek, missing her nose.
“Ouch.” Hanji tugged on a strand on Levi's hair. Levi reached up and took her hand, and she twined her fingers with his. They lay there for a while, Hanji dozing off and Levi drifting back into his tranquilizer-induced haze.
Levi inhaled sharply, jerked out of his haze by an agonizing pain in his bladder. He turned onto his side and scrambled out of bed. Hanji shifted sleepily behind him.
“Levi?” Hanji asked. Levi ignored her, positioning himself in front of the bucket and desperately hoping the pill had worn off. It hadn't.
“Do you have any other ideas, four-eyes?” Levi asked.
“No...” Hanji muttered. Levi sighed in defeat and tucked himself back into his pants. Levi briefly considered his options, then made his decision. Ten minutes. He thought to himself. If I can't go in ten minutes I'll tell her to cath me and get it over with.
“Well...it has to wear off soon...I'll be right back...” he crossed the room and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Levi got into position in front of the toilet once again and waited. The pain in his bladder had spread, a burning sensation moving across his pelvis and an uncomfortable sting at the base of his manhood. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, his body being pulled in and out of the sleepy haze as the tranquilizer and pain fought for his attention. He half fell asleep where he was standing, then was jerked awake by a sensation he had been waiting to feel for hours.
His sphincter muscles released all at once, and urine spilled out of him forcefully. Levi groaned in pain and clutched the counter with one hand. He felt spasm after spasm in his bladder as it emptied, the overfull organ trying to push its contents out as fast as possible. His bladder seemed to take forever to empty, and he didn't even begin to feel any relief until it had shrunk down to it's somewhat normal “I'm really full.” state. The pains in his lower back faded, and Levi slipped back into the tranquilizer haze, aided by the incredible relief he was feeling.
Levi came around again as the last few dribbles left his bladder. He let out a long sigh of relief, tucked himself back into his pants, flushed, washed his hands, and exited the bathroom. He held his now flat lower abdomen with one hand, his bladder empty but still throbbing occasionally. Hanji was right, he was definitely going to have a bladder infection after that. Levi flopped onto the bed limply, his face pressed into his pillow and his right leg dangling off the bed.
“Did it work??” Hanji asked anxiously.
“I finally pissed, if that's what you mean.” Levi said, his voice muffled.
“Oh thank sweet Maria...” Hanji flopped down next to him. Levi shifted onto his right side, glaring at her.
“Don't leave shit like that laying out...” he closed his eyes. “You have no idea how painful that was....” Hanji grabbed him suddenly, pulling him into a tight hug. Levi was too worn out to even react.
“I'm so sorry!!!” Hanji exclaimed, sounding like she was on the brink of tears. Levi roused himself from his stupor enough to wrap his arms around her, then relaxed in her embrace. “So so so sorry...” Hanji grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face into her bosom. Levi didn't move. He was fast asleep. Hanji kept apologizing, then, noticing Levi's slow breathing and realizing he was asleep, she shifted, resting her head on a pillow and pulling the blanket over the two of them. She made sure Levi was in a somewhat comfortable position, then slipped off her glasses. She tossed them carefully onto Levi's bedside table and closed her eyes. Levi was probably going to sleep for a while... |
I did another Elsa fic because I'm a sucker for her character for whatever reason. It's not as long as the last one, or as detailed, but it was something that I wanted to write so I did it.
The death of Elsa and Anna's parents had only been announced to them a few days ago, and although Elsa had yet to be seen mourning by anyone, she was completely distraught. She'd locked herself in her room, far too unstable to show her face to anyone. The air was icy cold, frost coated just about every piece of her furniture, and Elsa lay huddled on her bed, snowflakes drifting through the air and landing softly on her face. On anyone else they would have melted right there, but on Elsa they stayed pristine. Another tear fell down Elsa's cheek, swiping away one of the flakes and freezing it to her pillow.
It comforted Elsa to know that Anna was close by, even if she couldn't go to her. Anna was all she had left now. Without their parents, Elsa was lost. She needed that one tether to ground her and keep her sane, but having Anna sitting outside her door all day came with its drawbacks. She was so close, and yet so far and It was tearing Elsa apart having no one to help her through this. Anna knew nothing about Elsa's magic, and Elsa needed to keep it that way. She couldn't let Anna see her like this.
It really didn't help that the bathroom was all the way down the hall and with her sister sitting on the other side of the door, there was no way for Elsa to get to it. She'd been lucky the past few days with servants ushering Anna away at times for meals, or dragging her away to sleep or clean up, but today Anna was being stubborn. She'd been outside Elsa's door since breakfast, which Anna had insisted on eating in the hall. It was now almost lunch time, and Elsa hadn't had a chance to use the bathroom since the night before. She groaned and curled in on herself.
She wanted Anna there, but at the same time she desperately wanted Anna to be anywhere else.
She heard Anna move on the other side of the door and Elsa lifted her head off of the pillow to hear better. Was she getting her wish?
"Elsa?" Anna said from the other side of the door. "I have to go to the bathroom, but I'll be right back. I promise."
Anna was leaving the door, which could be considered a good thing if she weren't going to the bathroom. The chances were very slim that Anna would go anywhere but to the one down the hall, which meant Elsa was stuck where she was. She couldn't go to a different bathroom because it would take too long, and Anna would probably be there waiting for her when she returned. Elsa couldn't risk running into her sister, especially since she knew Anna would try to stop her from going back into her room if she saw her. The thought of accidentally hurting Anna again... Elsa shivered. No, she couldn't risk it.
She got up gingerly from her bed, pressing her thighs together firmly in preparation before she stood. Her bladder was very full and just the thought of finding release was enough to elicit a quiet moan from Elsa. But she crept towards the door anyway and opened it a crack. The door to the bathroom down the hall was closed and Elsa sighed. She'd been right.
Elsa shut the door and glanced around her frozen room. Her gaze fell to the chamber pot under her bed, which her parents had made sure was put there when they noticed Anna's habit of trapping Elsa in her room. Elsa really didn't like using it, knowing that at some point someone was going to have to clean it up, but occasionally she would have no choice. As she shifted her weight Elsa found herself worrying that this was going to be one of those times.
She sat down on the chair next to the door and crossed her legs. She tried to think of anything other than how long Anna would be sitting outside her door, but it was difficult with her bladder throbbing at her at every movement. When she heard the toilet flush from down the hall she groaned and let her head fall back against the wall, a crystal pattern of ice forming behind her. After a moment she heard Anna shuffle back outside her door and sit down.
"I'm back," Anna said. Elsa knew Anna no longer expected a response from her. It was so hard not to answer when her sister spoke to her, but Elsa knew it was for the best. She needed to be distant from her sister, and it was for Anna's own good. So Elsa ignored her and took silent comfort in hearing Anna's voice.
She sat on the chair for a while, legs crossed and foot tapping. Her bladder was still filling up and it was very difficult for Elsa to keep still. She gripped the seat of the chair with her gloved hands, frost creeping out from under them anyway. She really needed to pee, but there had been no sign of Anna getting up since her return from the bathroom. Gerda had stopped by to try and coax the younger princess into heading down to the dining room for lunch, but Anna had refused and Elsa had just about lost it. Her entire chair was now encased in ice and as she ran a hand over her bun, strands of hair got stuck at odd angles thanks to the frost. Elsa groaned.
"Elsa? Are you okay?"
Elsa froze at the sound of her sister's voice. It was very hard for Elsa to be quiet now with all the fidgeting, but she still didn't want Anna to hear her.
"Elsa, please. I'm here for you if you need anything. I'm not going anywhere."
Elsa glared. She wanted her sister there, sure, but Anna's stubbornness was beyond frustrating. Elsa felt her bladder push for release and clamped down desperately. She couldn't wet herself, not with a chamber pot right there! But no, she could still hold it. She just needed to get Anna to move.
"Anna..." She heard an intake of breath from the other side of the door. Anna wasn't used to hearing Elsa speak back to her. "Please, just go."
There was a moment of silence and Elsa hoped she would be successful. She was desperate enough to try anything at this point, even though she logically knew asking Anna to leave wasn't going to get her anywhere. Eventually Anna responded.
"No." She sounded angry.
"I want to be alone, Anna." There was a crack in Elsa's voice and Elsa wasn't sure if it was because she was genuinely distraught, or if it was because she needed to pee so bad she couldn't control it. She went back to gripping her chair and squeezing her thighs together.
"I'm not leaving."
So stubborn Anna wasn't going anywhere and Elsa was just about in tears from how full her bladder was. She looked over at the chamber pot again, knowing realistically she would have to use it, but maybe she'd get lucky. She could hold it a little longer.
She uncrossed her legs and crossed them again the other way. Her knee was jiggling up and down and her hands were periodically tightening around the icy seat of her chair. She was beyond tense and she could see the aura of ice that had formed in a large circle around her chair. Why did Anna have to be so infuriating?! She shifted again, pushing her butt further back on the chair.
"I can hear you moving."
"Anna, just leave!"
"No!"
Elsa inhaled sharply. She didn't mean to yell, but she was having far too much difficulty controlling herself at the moment. She looked, distraught, at the snow filled room before her and felt tears spring to her eyes. How was she supposed to control a kingdom when she couldn't even control herself?
Her bladder spasmed and Elsa rocked forward, desperately trying to keep it under control. She felt a slight dribble escape and she shuffled forward, pressing herself as firmly against the chair as she could manage to stop herself for leaking anymore. There was no way she was going to be able to wait for Anna to decide to leave on her own.
Elsa was going to have to use the chamber pot.
She rocked back and forth a bit, preparing herself to stand. It was difficult with her bladder trying to find any excuse to empty itself, but after some intense clenching and shuffling herself to the very edge of her seat, Elsa managed to get up with only a small amount dribbling into her undergarments. She more or less had her knees locked together at that point and did her best to shuffle over to her bed without separating them. She really shouldn't have waited this long, but the idea of using the chamber pot still felt sour to her. She picked it up and felt her bladder make another attempt at release in anticipation.
"Elsa, what are you doing?"
She hunched over, chamber pot in one hand as her other hand grabbed at her crotch, gripping tightly. Just a little longer...
She shuffled over to the other side of the bed, knowing that putting the furniture in between herself and the door would dampen the noise at least somewhat. The other reason she absolutely hated using the chamber pot was that she knew her sister would be able to hear her. What Anna must think of her deciding to pee in her own room instead of using the bathroom... She placed the chamber pot on the floor and had to dance in place slightly as her bladder spasmed again. She was so close...
Quickly she hiked up her dress and pulled down her underwear, squatting over the pot just in time for her bladder to let loose a torrent of urine. She groaned quietly, but the sound was overpowered by the loud hiss of urine spraying out of her. She could hear it hit the bottom of the pot and splash inside the receptacle.
"Are you kidding me Elsa? There's a bathroom just down the hall!"
Even with the noise being muffled by both her dress and the bed, Elsa was embarrassed that Anna could still hear her. At the moment though, Elsa let herself pee. She'd needed to go really badly and now she was finally getting her relief as her bladder emptied heavily into the chamber pot beneath her. She did her best not to moan again from the relief, not wanting Anna to be privy to anymore embarrassing noises. It felt incredibly good letting her bladder empty itself into the rapidly filling pot, but the liquid on liquid splash was louder than her original release. Despite her embarrassment, Elsa knew there was no stopping herself at this point.
She stayed like that for a while, until the heavy spraying died down to a trickle and eventually stopped. She didn't bother trying to wipe herself with anything, instead she pulled up her underclothes and stepped away from the pot, glancing down and seeing that it was almost completely full with an entire night's and morning's worth of her urine. She really had held it for far too long.
"Do you hate me that much Elsa?" Anna sounded quite angry. "You won't even risk running into me so you can go to the bathroom?"
Guilt crept into Elsa's heart at making Anna so upset. She didn't want Anna to think she hated her. Ice crept from her feet and encased the chamber pot, freezing the large quantity of liquid inside it instantaneously.
"You know what? Forget it! If you don't want to see me, I'm leaving!" Elsa heard Anna get up and kick the door before storming down the hall.
So now she leaves.
Elsa growled and threw herself onto her bed. Why did her life have to be so infuriatingly difficult? She buried her face in her pillow and cried quietly, the frozen chamber pot all but forgotten. |
It had only been a couple of hours since Elsa left Arendelle. She sat upon her new ice thrown watching the snowflakes form in her hand, then throwing them at the wall to create a neat fractal design. She felt a slight twinge in her bladder. She hadn't been to the bathroom since before her coronation and had had a couple of drinks at the party after, just to be polite. But those drinks had to go somewhere.
"It's not that bad," she thought to herself as she rubbed the top of her stomach. She could definitely hold it a little bit longer and it wasn't like she had anything to do that she was in a rush to relieve herself. Elsa wasn't the type of person who would let herself have an accident, she knew how to control herself.
The wall to her left was covered in little snowflakes as wallpaper. They were all different shapes and sizes and as she looked at it, Elsa realized how unique her powers were. Her abilities excited her and all of the many things that she never realized she could do. She was sitting in a castle made of ice that she made! All of those years hidden away in Arendelle, hiding from her powers! She stood up and reached her hands up towards the ceiling. A series of icicles began to come down from the cathedral ceiling creating a delicate balcony on the upper floor. She smiled and picked up her dress and danced around the main room.
She felt another wave of desperation hit her. She'd gotten desperate quite quickly. Placing her hand on her bladder, Elsa wondered if she would be able to hold it longer. Of course she'd be able to hold it longer, she was Elsa! She was a queen! The least that she could do was control her bladder a little bit longer.
Elsa walked closer to one of the walls and admired the little snowflakes again. Although she always knew that each snowflake had its original pattern, it was something different when she knew that she'd created them. She decided that she would cover the entire castle with little snowflake wallpaper. It was just something to do rather than sit on her throne and admire her handy work. And she would just work her way up to the bathroom. She was barely even desperate to pee.
Taking a step back, Elsa created a little snow storm with her hands that reached all the way up the cathedral ceilings. She let each snowflake gently float to the walls. It was as if the little flakes were kissing the ice as they stuck. It was absolutely beautiful. Slowly she made her way to the delicate ice staircase continuing the snow storm that was swirling around the main floor of her castle.
She reached her foot up to step on the first step and quickly slipped off and fell to her knees. A gasp escaped from her lips as a little bit of pee escaped from her bladder. All of snowflakes turned to sharp icicles and fell to the floor, clanging and echoing throughout the hall. Even the ice queen wasn't immune to slipping on a little bit of ice. Elsa quickly regained control and steadied her breathing. She place her hand between her legs to feel the damage. Her dress wasn't wet but her pale blue panties definitely were.
"It's time for me to get to the bathroom," she muttered to herself with her hand still between her legs. She felt a wave of desperation hit her and she quickly pressed against her pee hole to prevent any more from coming on. Panic came over her, she hadn't felt this desperate just a minute ago! And letting a little bit out only made her have to pee worse! Taking a deep breath, Elsa walked up the stairs. She was nervous and felt her feet keep slipping so she had to walk slow. But she couldn't walk slow for fear of wetting herself. When was the last time she had to pee this bad?
Once, when she was thirteen she had accidentally locked the bathroom attached to her room and couldn't get inside it. She was too afraid to leave her room because she was so afraid of her powers. Her bladder ached but if she left her room someone would know about her powers, as her walls were covered in sheets of jagged ice. She'd just kept her her legs crossed and rocked back and forth. At some point, her parents would have to come visit her and they could get the door open for her.
Her bladder begged for relief. Elsa ran through the halls of her ice castle. She wasn't worried about slipping on the ice anymore, she was too desperate to pee! It was begging to come out and she just couldn't find the bathroom! A wave of desperation hit her and she had to stop suddenly and cross her legs.
"Pee, pee, pee, pee" she muttered as she quickly put her hand between her legs. "Please don't come out! Pee! I need to pee!"
She couldn't remember how long she sat on her bed as a thirteen year old so desperate to pee. But she did remember the tears streaming down her face as she silently begged her bladder to hold on. Someone had to come and rescue them soon! A familiar knock rang at the door. She gasped and then quickly looked down.
"Elsa?" her sister asked.
"Go away Anna! I'm busy!" she yelled back. She squeezed her legs tighter. The thought of letting Anna in to help her open the bathroom door briefly came through her head. She shook her head and thought to herself: "No, I can't. She can't see me."
"Are you okay Elsa?" Anna asked. "You sound like you're crying." Another knock came at the door as Anna silently asked to be let in.
"I'm fine Anna! Just leave me be!" she called back and could hear her sister sigh. And just as Elsa heard Anna's footsteps down the hall, a tiny bit of pee escaped her bladder. She could feel the warmth on her legs and saw the wet patch on her magenta dress.
Elsa snapped out of her memory and back to reality as another spurt of pee escaped darkening her icy blue dress. She had to pee so badly at this point that she didn't even want to take a set forward. She felt herself rocking back and forth and jumping from one foot to the other. Where did she put the bathroom in this place?!
It would be easier to hold herself if she could just get this dress out of the way! She started to pick up her dress but quickly stopped and looked around. A decent lady didn't pick up her dress to hold herself like that! A queen was dignified. A queen could hold her pee and find the bathroom. Elsa let her dress fall back to the floor and removed her hand from her crotch, trying to compose herself again. Another tiny spurt of pee escaped and the dark patch on her dress began to grow.
"No," she said with a calm voice that didn't quite fit her mood, "I am a queen. I can hold my pee." She began to walk slowly across the balcony. Every step was torture as she now refused to hold herself. Elsa's desire for control over her situation took over her desperation.
Shortly after her thirteen year old self let out that first spurt of pee, she began to let out more. She couldn't control herself! Her bladder was rock solid and she could see the bulge through her magenta dress. Squeezing her legs as tight as she could, with her hand between them, she begged herself not to pee. But it was to no avail. Elsa wound herself up tight, doing everything that she could but her bladder had had enough. Her pee was going to come out whether she liked it or not. It started out slow and she tried to stop it but she couldn't even move her muscles. She refused to remove her hand or uncross her legs. Soon, she believed she would be able to gain control again. She wanted to pretend it was just another little spurt. And then the stream became strong and there was no stopping it. The pee came out with such a force that it soaked her dress all the way down to her ankles. It soaked the bed and Elsa let out a moan of pleasure! Oh how good it felt to finally let go!
Back in the ice castle, Elsa wasn't having much luck controlling her situation. A queen could hold her pee until she got to the bathroom but Elsa was beginning to realize that she wasn't that queen. Her bladder was aching and she was no longer walking, but hoping from foot to foot as she tried desperately not to pee. A wave of desperation hit her and Elsa felt to her knees. It was going to come out. There was no stopping it.
"No, I can hold it!" she said to herself, still in denial about her situation. "I'm just going to sit here for a bit." Her breathing became heavy as she looked around her at her surroundings. No, she still wasn't going to lift up her dress to hold herself. Her light blue panties were now completely soaked all the way up to her butt.
Elsa rocked back and forth just like she did that one time when she was 13. Her bladder muscles were becoming fatigued and her pee spurts were becoming bigger and bigger until finally Elsa felt her shoulders fall as she lost control of her body.
"I...I...I can't...I can't hold it," she stuttered ,her body shaking. The pee came out with such a force that she almost lost her breath. She had had to pee so bad and it was such a relief to finally let it go! Leaning back on her hands, Elsa peed on the floor. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips as she found herself placing her fingers in the stream of pee and lightly touching her clit.
The pee dripped off of the balcony onto the floor below. Elsa felt herself collapse into a puddle of her own pee with her finger still rubbing her clit. She began to feel like a firework was exploding inside of her. Her body arched up and she gasped for air as she felt the most pleasurable explosion within her own body. With a smile, she laid on the cold ice. Another bit of pee left her sweet pussy lips and Elsa didn't even care.
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“Well done Nathan!” the teacher beamed as the kid gave another correct answer,“1947 was the year when India got independence from the British rule”, she quoted his words.
Nathan was quite pleased with himself for having given a few correct answers. History wasn’t his thing but off late he found himself enjoying the subject for some strange reason.
His face brightened up with a smile as he felt a wave of pride flow through his chest. For someone who barely spoke up in the class, this was quite an improvement.
As the teacher moved on with the lesson, Nathan made himself busy taking down notes from the board. Leaning forward on his desk as he continued to write in his notebook, Nathan felt slight but steady twinges coming from his bladder. He had been needing to pee for a while now but hadn’t been able to go because the boy’s toilets were locked and frankly, he hadn’t contemplated about going to the toilet anyway.
Though his bladder was filling up quite rapidly, Nathan’s need to pee wasn’t anything he needed to really focus upon at the moment. He was one of those guys who had a fairly good bladder control, making him confident about his ability to wait.
He intently listened to what the teacher was saying. This was new for him, rarely did he pay attention to what was being taught in the class. He had never been much interested in studies anyway, day dreaming was more his thing. He ruffled through the pages of the book to see what chapter was next, he was growing restless.
Even at this point ,Nathan hadn’t thought about when he was going to relieve himself but with his bladder filling up at such an astounding rate, there was no denying the fact that he was going to need the loo soon.
How easy it was for the authorities to just lock the toilets up without even thinking of how much trouble it might cause to the students.
They had been repeatedly stating that such a move was to prevent vandalism in the toilets and also to ensure that none of the students indulged in smoking or drugs in there.
If anyone had to use the loos, they needed to ask for the keys from their respective class teacher. They would usually let students go during lectures but that was not always the case.
While it didn’t seem to bother the school authorities ,the idea of locking up the loos really angered the students ,especially Nathan. For someone who drank a lot of water to keep himself hydrated, Nathan frequently found himself in need of the loos.
He’d ask his class teacher ,Ms. Eva for the washroom keys at least four to five times on a regular day. Nathan usually felt extremely embarrassed to ask for the toilet keys so many times. What would have she thought of him, pestering her after almost every lecture?
But unlike what Nathan thought, Ms. Eva was understanding of his need and granted him permission whenever he asked for it. She believed that boys his age shouldn’t be denied from using the loos.
Her polite and benevolent nature had won Nathan over. She had saved him from getting desperate during lectures on several occasions and as long he had Ms. Eva to count upon, he didn’t need to worry about not being able to use the loos at school.
Nathan squirmed a bit in his seat , his breathes growing slower but deeper. The weight in his bladder was increasing steadily and his sphincters felt worked. Maybe he needed the toilets more than what he thought.
As the history lecture drew to an end, Nathan stepped out of his class to look for Ms. Eva. After all, she had the keys to the toilet.
Every step sent waves of urine crashing against the walls of his bladder. He couldn’t believe his need to pee had elevated so much in such a short time.
He entered the staff room to find Ms. Eva on her desk, her eyes on some papers that she continued to flip.
“Mam, may I go to the toilet?” Nathan asked with a tone of innocence in his voice. That question seemed really weird coming from a high school kid but there are certain situations when such questions cannot be helped.
She looked up to find Nathan standing in front of her, bent forward a little in politeness, with his hands clasped behind his back . This was going to be Nathan’s first trip to the toilet for the day and he was certain that his teacher would allow him to go.
He was expecting her to realize that he was late to ask for the keys as compared to any other day and that he was quite in a bit of hurry to use the toilets.
“No, go back to your class..” she responded in a firm voice before going back to read the papers in her hand . Her words echoed in his ears for a second. He wasn’t sure if what he heard was true. It was not like her to deny him from going to the toilet.
He was initially a little shocked at the response but that didn’t stop him from trying again.
“Mam please?” he asked with a pleading face. It was not like his need was extremely urgent but it would have been wise to use to the loos before he went back to the class.
“I said No! Go back to your class Mr. Mathews!” she stated, adding more voice to her firmness, her pulled up eye brows indicating her seriousness.
Well that was an unexpected answer. Ms. Eva, Nathan’s favorite teacher ,would never stop him from going to the loos. Or was that what he thought?
Nathan didn’t know what to do. He had never expected Ms. Eva to refuse him the keys to the toilet. Maybe she was in a foul mood.
He stood there disappointed, slightly rubbing his thighs together. He had a sharp need to pee but it wasn’t extremely pressing at this point. Maybe he could hold it for a while but not too long.
He walked out of the poorly lit room, planning to come back later, maybe then she’d allow him to go.
Since his parents separated when he was 3, Nathan had been living a quiet and peaceful life with his mother. Although he had come to value his relationship with his mom more than anything in this world , he had always missed the presence of an elder male figure at home.
He had never mentioned this to his mother, who was working day and night to give her child every so called happiness she could think of.
Every time he saw a kid with his father, it made him think of what he didn’t have in his life. A person whom he could call ‘dad’. It was like hole in his chest, he didn’t know what to do with those feelings. Nathan couldn’t remember his father’s face. After all ,it was a long time back when he left. He had never let these feelings seep deep down in his mind. Each time missed his dad, he’d uproot those feelings and curse himself for think of what was gone. He knew there was no hope and there was no possibility that he could ever meet him again. There was enough pain already and he didn’t want to make it worse.
Being of a very shy and reserved nature, Nathan had never been good at making friends. He liked keeping to himself but at the same time wanted people to acknowledge him .He had always wanted to be popular at school but knew that nobody actually liked him much.
Most of the time Nathan found himself in an uphill battle of trying to impress others. He wanted people to like him. He didn’t want to feel neglected and useless, he wanted to be valued. He wanted people to accept him. He knew he was not perfect , maybe he was not even worth spending time with but why did people act like he didn’t even exist? Was he so worthless?
Nobody wanted to invite Nathan to their group and definitely none wanted to hang out with him either. He was basically trash that no one cared about. He was, a social reject.
Although he always tried to put up a smiling face, he wasn’t happy from within. Every night before going to sleep ,Nathan would think about how lonely he was. He wanted someone to talk to, someone who would hug him till he felt better.
Lucille was almost never home. She would usually leave before Nathan would wake up, only to come back late at night, exhausted after a day of work with barely any energy left to talk to her son.
Lucille was aware of the fact that she was almost never there for him. Somewhere in the back of her mind she felt as if she had failed as a mother. She felt as if they both were slowly drifting apart. An ideal mother would have always been there for her child but she barely even saw him throughout the day. This fast paced life had left their relationship strained to the point where neither of them saw it healing back to what it once was. Lucille couldn’t think of a way to set it right for her son.
On Sundays when she’d be home, Nathan would lock himself in his room for most of the while, only to come down for meals. He was doing his best to avoid his mother. He didn’t feel comfortable around her and there was a good reason behind it too. Lucille never talked to him properly. She never showed him any warmth or affection that a usual mother would show to her child.
It wasn’t like she didn’t want to but there was a certain emotional distance that had built up between both of them. They were not very much habitual of spending time with each other.
Being slightly short tempered, Lucille’s habit of screaming at Nathan for even the smallest of mistakes he made was the reason why he had come to somewhat despise her company.
She would scold him for pity things like watching T.V or even for not combing his hair. It was like she was always annoyed with him for some reason or the other. Nathan thought of his mom as a control freak. A person who wanted to regulate his every action and this caused a lot of friction between them.
They barely talked to each other and whatever conversations they had were mostly screaming matches. They never seemed to agree upon anything. It was like they couldn’t talk without yelling at each other.
Lucille never initiated any talks with him that were of convivial nature, which made Nathan feel all the more unwelcome in his own home. It wouldn’t have been wrong to say that Nathan felt so distant from his mother. They both lived together but never shared the bond and warmth a family should share.
Lucille knew that being the mother, it was her responsibility to make Nathan understand that she loved him. It was just that she couldn’t put it in words, but she was trying her best.
She had planned a small dinner with Nathan for his 17th birthday which was just a few days ago. Although she had decided to take him to his favorite restaurant ,Nathan said he didn’t feel like going out.
Even after his mother’s consistent requests ,he didn’t budge and they ended up spending the night at home with Nathan locked up in his room.
Nathan knew his mom would never understand him, he didn’t see a point in going out with her. He wanted to stay away from her. He wanted to stay alone.
That night ,he cried. He felt guilty for refusing to go out with her. He knew he had hurt her and felt really bad for doing so. He wanted to apologize to but couldn’t, there was so much distance between them that a mere sorry wouldn’t have made anything better.
Nathan had never been an outstanding kid. He was neither good at sports nor at studies. He got three straight F’s in his last exam which eventually pitted him in a massive argument against his mother.
But it was not just the case with his academics ,he never felt like doing anything. It was like he was always tired.
It was just last year that he fell for a girl from his class. Her name was Hailey, he really liked her and wanted to tell her about his feelings but could never muster up the strength to do so. After struggling with his feelings for a few months, one day he slid a love letter in her bag when everyone was out for recess. He didn’t write his name on it though.
He had talked to Hailey only twice or thrice since he first met her in 3rd grade. He didn’t even know that girl, how could he be in love with her? Was he just looking for someone who could offer him support and listen to his problems? If that was the case then he was looking at the wrong person.
Nathan never came out and told Hailey that it was him who wrote her that letter. He knew she would turn him down, and he certainly didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of the whole class.
He locked his feelings down. It was easy for him to shut down his emotions, after all that was what he had been doing his entire life.
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His walk back to the class made him realize how full his bladder was getting. He would have to hold it for another period before he could go to Ms. Eva to ask for the keys again.
Nathan was growing worried now. He had drunk way too much fluids to be held back this long. The strain on his sphincter muscles was increasing significantly owing to the fact that he had a tall glass of milk for breakfast this morning added with all the water he had been drinking throughout the day.
He entered his class and took to his seat, making his best effort not to show his classmates that he really had to pee.
He crossed his legs under his desk and took a few deep breathes.
“Stop worrying! You will get to pee soon...,” he told himself, before taking out his geometry box and a notebook from is bag.
Although he was successful in calming himself down a bit, he couldn’t deny the fact that his bladder felt incredibly stretched.
He looked at the wall clock in front of him, it was 2:30. On other days, Nathan would have made multiple trips to the loo by this time but today ,he hadn’t been even once. His only pee of the day was after he woke up this morning and he hadn’t got a chance to relieve himself since then.
If Nathan had been at home, he would have gone to the bathroom so many times by now. Each pee that he had withheld ,built a significant amount of pressure on his sphincters.
With the commencement of the Math lecture , Nathan tried his best to divert his mind from his ever mounting need to pee.
He was momentarily frustrated with himself for drinking so much water without thinking about the chances of not being permitted to use the loos.
He cursed the school authorities for locking up the toilets. It was such a harsh decision. Wanting to pee so bad while sitting in the class wasn’t a very enjoyable experience and he expected the authorities to be mature and sensitive enough to understand that.
He slightly rocked back and forth on his chair while he took down notes from the board.
He squirmed in his seat and crossed his legs tighter. He was growing really desperate. He had so much to drink ,he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to wait if his need kept on increasing at such a rate.
He would have given anything to be allowed to use the loos at this moment. He was so desperate to pee.
Nathan focused on the lesson to divert his mind from his overwhelming need to urinate, but with each passing moment it was getting worse. He wasn’t even able to sit still. Nathan rubbed his thighs and adjusted his posture to see if it helps subside the pressure but it didn’t.
It would have been evident to anyone who saw him that he was utterly distressed . Nathan wasn’t able to conceal his agony any longer.
His bladder was aching and he was going out of his mind needing to pee this bad. He rested a hand on his swollen bladder to feel its rock-hard surface. Even this light touch made him wince in pain.
He desperately awaited for the lecture to end , his eyes stuck on the clock. Each second felt like eternity as Nathan tried to hold his sphincters tightly.
Nathan had never been good at Math anyway and his immense need to urinate wasn’t letting him concentrate on what was being taught, but he couldn’t have cared less about the lecture at this point . He had to pee and his entire body was beginning to shake with the effort it took to suppress the need.
Even after all this while, Nathan could feel his bladder still filling. He shouldn’t have had so much water. The waistband of his pants was cutting into his urine filled bladder.
Shit, how did he get himself into this?
As soon as the class got over , Nathan stood up from his desk and took quick baby steps towards the staff room. Oh, his bladder was so full.
Bent forward a little , his walking posture seemed quite unnatural. He didn’t even wait for the teacher to leave the class first ,but what else would you expect from a person who was going out of his mind needing to take a massive piss?
Nathan clenched his fists and rubbed his thighs as he walked. He had never experienced such intense desperation in his entire life and it was really testing his ability to hold back.
He entered the room to find Ms. Eva still sitting where she was.
“Mam ,please may I go to the toilet?” he asked straight away as he hurriedly walked up to her. Nathan couldn’t stop himself from crossing his legs and bouncing a bit on his knees while he desperately awaited his teacher’s reply. He had held it for another hour and the pressure in his bladder had increased significantly since the last time he came here and now, he absolutely wanted the keys.
“Well I’ve already told you Nathan , I’m not permitting anyone to go the loos!” she said, her tone clearly spilling her annoyance.
“Mam please, it’s really urgent…” Nathan said, unable to keep his voice from quivering. His body wasn’t in a position to take no for an answer . He was horrified to think of sitting in another hour long lecture while needing to pee so much.
“I said NO Nathan, don’t you get it?” Ms. Eva spoke.
Her ice-cold response broke Nathan’s heart. Why couldn’t she understand that he had to pee so bad? Nathan could have never expected this from the person who had always been so understanding towards his need.
He felt so bad and misunderstood but he had no choice, he couldn’t give up.
“Miss please, I have to use the toilets…” he pleaded , trying to keep his voice from shaking.
Ms. Eva could see him shivering, maybe the boy did have to go really bad ,but that was none of her concern. She went back to what she was doing, Nathan knew it was the sign for him to leave. Nathan had always been a polite and well-mannered guy and even now, he wasn’t going to disobey his teacher’s wish.
He steeled himself and started to walk out of the room. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was hoping Ms. Eva would stop him and hand over the keys but nothing like that happened.
The agony in his bladder was making him limp. It was so full that he wasn’t even able to stand straight, let alone walk.
Once out of Ms. Eva’s sight ,Nathan stopped for moment to compose himself. He crossed his legs tightly and held the wall for support. He absolutely had to pee before he went back to the class . There was no way he’d be able to hold it much longer.
He thought for a moment, maybe he could look for an open loo somewhere in the building? Although there were absolutely slim to no chances of that happening. The authorities were strict with their rules and they made sure that each toilet remained locked throughout the day. But Nathan had to try, there was no room in his bladder to hold even a single more drop of pee and his sphincters too felt extremely taxed.
Forget holding it for another lecture, he wasn’t sure if he’d able to hold it for even ten more minutes.
Nathan staggered around in the school corridors , desperately trying to find an open boy’s toilet .
He kept pulling the waistband of his school trousers away from his bloated bladder. Oh, he had to pee so bad.
He would stop after every few steps to compose himself and to make his need a little more manageable. He even gave his crotch a couple of quick squeezes trying not to get noticed by a few students who happened to be loitering around.
Each step , each movement ,was torture. The walk was painful but he had to do it. He checked the corridor from corner to corner but to his dismay, both the toilets were locked.
Why couldn’t Ms. Eva just hand over the toilet keys to him? All he wanted to do was use the urinals , that’s it. How could she be so inhumane?
Nathan contemplated about going to the next floor to see if it had any open toilets but dismissed the idea because he knew he wouldn’t find one . And even if he would have decided to go and check , his body would not have permitted it. He was not in a position to walk around the school, his sphincters were tired and he was certain that they won’t be able to keep shut if he kept walking around like that.
Nathan’s knees trembled as he thought of what to do next. His bladder was so full and it ached so bad.
He bit his lower lip, holding the wall for support. He had never allowed himself to hold it this long in his entire life .
He cupped his bladder , it was so swollen. It was like a water melon jutting out of his lower abdomen.
Nathan realized it was time to go back to the class. If any teacher saw him roaming around the school campus during lecture hours, he might be expelled for bunking.
He certainly didn’t want to run that risk but he didn’t want to go back to his class either. He wanted to go to the toilet.
But he didn’t have a choice. He couldn’t miss out on the lecture. With a sinking heart, he turned around and walked back.
Keeping his hands on his sides and clenching his fists firm, Nathan walked without opening his legs much. His steps were small , calculated. He needed to save very ounce of energy he had in his body if he wanted to survive the lecture without wetting himself.
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“May I come in Miss?” Nathan asked , standing at the door of his classroom, rubbing his thighs together.
“Yes,” the Ms. Shannon responded as she turned her face to look at him.
Nathan walked into the class, struggling to look calm and composed to his classmates . He didn’t want them to know that he had to pee so badly, that would have been so embarrassing.
Some of the students might have even noticed how his walk seemed to be so controlled, so restricted.
Already so desperate ,Nathan couldn’t imagine his condition by the time the lecture would come to an end. His need to pee was overwhelming but he had to hold it.
He quickly took his seat which was the last one of the row and thankfully ,at the corner end of the class too.
He didn’t waste any time in crossing his legs but to his dismay, it wasn’t helping much now. He slid his hands under the desk ,unbuckled his belt and undid the button of his trousers , trying to take some pressure off from his extremely full bladder.
It was hardly any better but even a little help at this point was of great value.
He grabbed his crotch as tight as he could and bent forward a little. It hurt so bad.
He gulped the lump in his throat and tried to look normal. It was getting extremely hard to hold back.
10 minutes into the lecture, Nathan couldn’t help himself from squirming in his seat.
He could hardly concentrate on what was being taught. With a hand already jammed in his crotch , he used the free one to caress his distended bladder.
He wasn’t taking down notes anymore , all his energy was being consumed in the effort of trying not to soak his pants.
Nathan was now really worried about when and where he was going to pee. He knew that he didn’t have much time left before it starts to come out involuntarily and that he had to think of something before it was too late.
Frankly ,he was surprised at the fact that his sphincters were still somehow closed. Maybe it was due to his sheer will power that Nathan was still holding on.
Nathan didn’t dare to remove his hand from his crotch. God, it was so difficult to hold.
He squeezed his cock hard, it felt better but it barely subsided his need to go.
He was beginning to panic , what was he gonna do?
With just twenty minutes left for the lecture to end, Nathan’s shivering body threatened to give up at any point.
His brain had set off an alarm that was blaring like red lights inside his head, his bladder had reached the end of its rope and at any moment form now, he was going to lose control.
Nathan’s eyes welled up with tears, he was shivering with desperation . He was so close to peeing in his pants. Horrific images of his classmates laughing at him as he stood there in his drenched pants ran before his eyes. He quickly erased those thoughts from his mind. He couldn’t let himself wet his pants in front of his classmates.
Just then he felt a dribble escape, “Oh no!” he gasped under his breath as he gripped his cock tighter. A tear rolled down from his left eye. Nobody had noticed ,but soon they would. His elbows felt cold as he sat there, withering in agony.
Nathan was going to wet himself in front of his classmates. His life was going to turn into a nightmare. He could feel his heart pounding so hard. He needed relief but not for such a big cost.
But just then his eyes widened, he had a chance to make it. Why didn’t he think of this before?
He could ask Ms. Shannon for the toilet keys ! He shot a look at the clock : still 3 minutes left.
Nathan held his breath and then exhaled slowly. Holding on for 3 more minutes seemed impossible in his situation but
Nathan decided to fight. He had held it for so long surely he could do a few more minutes.
With his eyes stuck on the clock ,Nathan desperately waited for the lecture to conclude. Each moment left like eternity. It was like time had just stopped.
“Oh come on!” he wailed in his mind as he saw the minute hand of the clock slowly move forward. His hands were shaking, he had to pee so bad.
The moment the bell rang Nathan leapt into action, he carefully stood up from his seat still holding his crotch.
“Thank you,” he heard Ms. Shannon say. He saw her walking out of the class. No! Stop!
He picked his bag up from the desk and without even bothering to put on the button of his pants ,followed her out , with small but quick steps, maintaining his hold between his legs. He didn’t care about who saw him like that, at least it was better than wetting himself in front of everyone.
“Miss!” he cried out.
Ms. Shannon stopped at the corridor when she heard his voice , a few feet away from the door of the class. She turned around to see the boy staggering towards her. His bent double posture made her worried.
“Nathan are you okay?” she asked in a concerned tone.
“Miss please may I go to the toilet, please…,” Nathan begged. Shannon saw the kid’s tightly pressed thighs and his hand on the crotch. Was he really that desperate?
“Yes, but I am not your class teacher , I don’t have the authority to give you the toilet key…” she answered, she really wanted to help the poor guy but she wasn’t sure if she had the power to do so.
“Miss please, it’s very urgent !” Nathan blabbered out with a frowning face. The entire fiber of his being was yelling at Shannon to hand him over the keys!
“I don’t know if I can give the toilet keys to you Nathan, we have strict orders from above” she said, unsure of what to do.
“Miss please, I can’t hold it…” he begged before he crossed his legs tight to help himself hang on a little while longer.
Shannon could see how desperate the kid was, she quickly unzipped her hand bag and pulled out the toilet keys from it.
Nathan’s eyes glimmered with hope when he saw the keys in her hand.
“…but I am not sure if I can give this to you…” Shannon said, more to herself than to Nathan as she held the keys towards him.
Finally! Nathan almost snatched the keys from her hand and quickly walked off towards the loos with tiny steps, grabbing his crotch. At last he was going to be able to release his flood gates.
On the way he saw a few girls laugh at him but he couldn’t have cared less at the moment.
He was so close to urinating that he would have ran to the toilet if that would have been even possible for him.
He turned at the end of the corridor and finally he could see the door to the loo. Oh, this had been such a long hold, he almost thought he was going to wet himself in the class but here he was, standing outside the lavatories, just a few feet away from the relief he so desperately craved.
He slid the key into the lock but before he could turn it another small jet of pee escaped into his underwear. He was already beginning to go with the anticipation of the coming pee. Thankfully there was no one around to see him in such a desperate state.
“Fuck!” Nathan gasped, crossing his legs tighter. “Almost there…almost there!” he told himself.
He turned the key and the door unlocked. Oh yes!
But just before he could open the door to get in ,he heard Ms. Shannon’s voice and the sound of her heels tapping on the marble floor. A second later she appeared form the turn, taking quick steps.
What the hell was it now?!
“I am sorry Nathan but I can’t let you use my keys, I confirmed it with another teacher. The authorities have barred the teaching staff from giving the toilet keys to any student for whom they are not the class teacher,” she said gasping for air as she walked up to him. Maybe she ran all the way down here.
She turned the keys back to close the door shut even before Nathan could say or do anything.
He couldn’t believe himself! He was close ! His mind went numb. Nathan couldn’t think of what to do now.
“Miss please, I have to go really bad..” he said , his eyes welling up again. His legs were trembling , he had to pee, right now!
“I am sorry Nathan, I know you really have to go but I can’t do anything about it…” Shannon said as she made a sympathetic face .She turned around and walked back in the direction she came from, leaving Nathan standing there bursting for the toilets.
He wanted to stop her and beg for the keys but he knew she wouldn’t listen.
Nathan felt like giving up and going in his pants right there but he didn’t have the courage the face the humiliation that would have come after that.
He gathered his will and tightened his tired sphincters. He took a deep breath , holding his crotch still. His pee was just a hair breadth away from pouring out completely but the thought of how embarrassing it would be if he wet himself at school gave
Nathan the strength to hang on.
He pressed his lips inwards and held his breath, he had to think of a way out of this turmoil. In some ways Nathan was an inspirational guy, he was trying to fight out of a situation which would have made anybody give up.
He calmed himself down and weighed his options. He was beginning to have a severe headache due to making his body go through such a strenuous hold.
He only had one way now, to somehow endure the 20 minute long bus ride home to use the toilets. It was an incredibly long shot in his condition but he had no other choice.
Maintaining the hold between his legs , he took quick but tiny steps towards the school bus stand. Climbing down the stairs was unbelievably tough. It took him more than 5 minutes to climb 20 stairs. It was so hard to move at this point, too much exertion could have caused him to loose control. But Nathan knew he had to hurry, he couldn’t afford to miss the bus. That bus, was his last ray of hope.
Once there Nathan found his bus waiting for him. He steeled every muscle of his body before he made an attempt to climb up. He slowly lifted his right leg to place it on the step but even this movement hurt incredibly around his bladder region.
He placed it back down and took a deep breath.
“Hey what’s the matter?” Nathan heard a guy say, who was popping his head out of the window ,probably to see what was taking so long.
Nathan knew every second was precious and he couldn’t be standing here. With one huge effort he climbed in, not removing the hand from his crotch throughout the ordeal. He got a few disgusted stares from the students who saw him holding himself but he didn’t care about it. All he wanted was to get home and pee.
He chose the seat closest to the exit, it would have saved him the time and effort once it was his turn to climb off.
Nathan crossed his legs tight as soon as he found himself seated. Holding himself on the bus was quite embarrassing but it was necessary , he needed to apply every kind of external pressure to keep his pee hole shut.
He’d never thought it would be possible for him to hold it this long.
Each bump on the road made his bladder want to explode and each breath he took pushed his pee closer to the exit.
Each stop that came and went made Nathan more hopeful. “Just one more to go then it’ll be my turn” he said to himself . He placed a hand on his thigh, close to his crotch.
His sphincters were deliriously tired by now and he needed to urinate as soon as possible or else he was going to have an accident.
When the bus finally turned onto the road where he lived, Nathan’s excitement peaked. So much that he let out another short jet of pee into his underwear when he finally saw his apartment building. He squeezed his crotch tight , his eyes still stuck on the quickly approaching skyscraper. Fuck , he needed to use the toilets so bad.
He stood up when the bus neared his stop. Grabbing his crotch he strengthened his mind and clenched his muscles tight.
He had to give it his all. It was just a matter of few minutes, he could not let loose now. Nathan forced his sphincters shut so hard that it pained awfully. He was using every last bit of strength in his body to keep his pee in.
He could feel his heart pounding so hard. He didn’t even care about how he’d look running off to the elevator to get to his floor, he was so close to having an accident.
When the bus pulled over at his stop, Nathan quickly got off without a word of thanks to the driver. He didn’t have any time to waste, he was about to wet himself.
Stepping from the hot afternoon sun into the comparatively cooler lobby of his building only heightened Nathan’s urgency to pee. He walked towards the elevator as fast as his bladder allowed him.
Thankfully he didn’t have to wait for the elevator. He pressed the button, doors opened and he stepped inside. There was searing pain in each muscle of his left palm and fingers due to grabbing his crotch for so long. But he couldn’t let go off now, if he removed his hand even a bit from his crotch ,he would wet himself at that very instant.
Nathan hurriedly pressed the button for his floor and saw the doors close. He was grateful that nobody else was there with him in the elevator. If he was to lose control and wet himself right now, then at least it would have been less embarrassing than having a very public accident.
Nathan crossed his legs tight as his journey to his floor began. He leaned on the cold metal wall by his side. It was next to impossible to hold it now.
All he wanted to do was get home, take a long pee and maybe rest for a while. He felt so worn out after holding it for so long. Nathan thought of the massive relief he finally was gonna get while peeing and that made him loose a few more small jets of pee . His underwear felt so damp now, he didn’t want to imagine how it would look like. Obviously ,would have to wash it once he got home.
The elevator stopped at his floor at he rushed out. Thank goodness, he had made it! He could see the door to his apartment!
“Haa..” he moaned with frowning face as he felt a few more dribbles escape.
“Almost there…almost there….” Nathan breathed.
He quickly placed his bag on the ground and bent down to open it. The keys were in his geometry box.
He opened the zipper with his free hand and looked inside, his face went pale. The box wasn’t there.
Nathan began to panic. He quickly opened the other zipper to see if it was in there but no, it wasn’t.
He always kept his keys in the geometry box ,but where was it? Did someone steal it from his bag? No, in his hurry to ask
Ms. Shannon for the keys at the end of the class, he might have left the box on his desk.
Nathan began to cry. His legs trembled as he felt a few more squirts come out. He squeezed his crotch tighter than ever but this time the wetness seeped through the fabric and he suddenly felt a bit of moisture on his fingers. A small wet patch formed on the crotch of his pants.
God, he had to use the toilet, right now!
He was gonna lose it! After fighting this hard for so long, Nathan couldn’t make it to the toilet.
Tears rolled down his cheeks as he waited for the inevitable to happen. He knew he was going to wet himself and that he had no way out but still, he was trying to supply his nearly dead sphincters with every last ounce of strength left in his body.
He was not even able to breath trying to keep his pants dry. But why was he fighting when it was evident that he was going to wet himself? Did he still have a grain of hope left in his mind?
Nathan bent down again and retrieved his phone from the bag. He quickly scrolled down the contact list until he saw the word ‘Mom’. Yes, he was calling his mother and he was going to ask her to come and let him in to use the toilets.
Why was he doing this? He knew he had no chance. Did he still think that he could hold it till his mother came and unlocked the door for him?
As the ring went, Nathan could feel his heart pounding so hard as if it was going to tear his chest apart.
How could he ever tell his mom that he had to pee this bad? He had always acted so tough in front of her ,how could he let her see him in such a vulnerable situation even if he somehow managed to hold it till she came here?
Nathan had not talked to his mom over the phone in a last few days. He didn’t like the idea of calling her and avoided ringing her up as much as possible. They hardly even talked to each other in person, calling each other up would have felt really weird.
“Hello?” Nathan heard his mother’s voice. Her voice felt like a wave of new hope to him, maybe his mother could save him from the embarrassment of wetting himself. Overwhelmed by his emotions and his need to urinate, Nathan’s suffering surged out in his words.
“Mom I have to pee…I have to go to the bathroom and I’m locked out I can’t find my keys, could you please come and open the door for me please ?” Nathan cried out.
“Oh!” Lucille’s eyes widened, her son had to pee so bad and he was locked out of the house .He needed her help and fast. She could have never expected this “Hang in there , I’ll be there in ten…,” she informed as she quickly stood up from her desk.
“PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! HURRY! PLEASE! I can’t hold it, I can’t! ” Nathan cried before he hung up. He slid the phone in the left pocket of his trousers before grabbing his thigh tight.
At the office, Lucille was left horrified to hear those words from her son . She leapt into action as soon as the call was over. She picked up her hand bag and the house keys kept on her desk before quickly walking out of the room.
She had no time to waste, she could sense how desperate Nathan was by his voice on the phone. She walked out of the building with quick steps. Her legs began to hurt due to pacing all the way to the parking lot but she knew she couldn’t stop.
Nathan needed her to be there. She jumped into her car and drove off quickly. Lucille saw this as the perfect opportunity to prove to Nathan that she would always be there for him whenever he needed her. She knew she was being selfish and that this was not about her but she would have done anything to show Nathan that she cared for him.
She floored the accelerator and her car picked up speed, she had to make it in time. There was no other option. She had promised Nathan that she’d be there in ten minutes when it was almost a twenty-five minute drive. Why did she say that? Was she out of her mind? She knew it wasn’t possible to get there so fast.
A drop of sweat broke from her forehead as her car sped along the road, she wasn’t going to give up.
“Ten minutes more ,just ten minutes more..”, Nathan said to himself as he grabbed his crotch tightly and held the wall for support ,“You can do it, just ten minutes more…”,
Tears continued to roll down his face as he felt a few more drops of pee escape into his already wet knickers. He could feel the growing dampness around his crotch.
There was so much pressure and pain that he really wanted to just give in and let go in his pants but couldn’t bring himself to do it. He would never be able to look himself in the eye if he did that. He had to preserve his self-respect and he certainly couldn’t have kept it if he peed in his pants.
“Oh god, please help me…” Nathan cried, shuddering in pain trying to hold on just a while longer. Lucille was gonna be here any minute now and he was just moments away from getting to use the toilet.
His pee hole was pulsating wildly, it was gonna open up any moment now.
Soon enough he saw his mom walk out of the elevator at the other end of the hallway. Thank God, she was finally here.
He was going to make it to the toilet! Finally, his rigorous battle against his bursting bladder going to come to an end. He thought he was gonna wet himself , he was scared to death thinking about having an accident but now victory was at sight.
“Hurry up mom, let me in!” Nathan thought, but couldn’t say. The slightest diversion at this point would have made him burst in his pants.
Lucille hurried towards her son. She could see Nathan standing at the door of their apartment, holding his crotch.
“Quick!” her mind echoed. She almost ran to get there, opening her bag to take out the key. She slid her hand in when she couldn’t find it at first.
She reached where Nathan was but still couldn’t find the keys.
“Hurry up mom, please…” Nathan said , as he let another small spurt of pee leak out.
“Just a sec, I’ll let you in..” Lucille answered before emptying the contents of her hand bag on the floor in haste and began spreading them out with her hands . She looked thoroughly but the key wasn’t there.
Where was it? Did she forget it in her car? No, it had to be with her.
She looked again but to no avail.
“Mom…” Nathan moaned, he couldn’t even spare the energy to say anything more. He had to pee so bad ,his body was withering in agony .
Lucille looked up to Nathan, he was crying. There was no time, he had to pee. In one last ditch effort, she again tried to look for the keys in the pile of stuff she had just dumped out of her bag. She started to moved her hands faster but she couldn’t find her keys.
Lucille started to look thoroughly, maybe it was somewhere in-between all that trash but she couldn’t see it because of being in such a hurry. When she became absolutely sure that the keys weren’t in there ,she quickly put her stuff back into her bag. Maybe, it she had forgot it in the car. She stood up to go down and get the keys but stopped suddenly.
She felt like Nathan was crying louder than before. Her mind went numb and her eyes widened, was it what she was thinking? Lucille turned her face towards her son to see a wet patch quickly growing down his left leg from the crotch of his trousers.
Nathan was peeing in his pants.
His sphincters had exploded . He had let go off his crotch and covered his face in shame and embarrassment.Nathan could feel his hot urine running down his inner thighs, towards his trembling knees.
He tried his best to stop the flow but failed.He couldn’t even feel his sphincter muscles anymore.
Lucille covered her mouth in shock as she saw a puddle form beneath Nathan’s feet.
“Oh no..” she breathed in horror. Her son was uncontrollably wetting himself right in front of her and she knew it was her fault.
Nathan could feel a thick torrent of urine rushing out of his penis. The wetness spread down both his legs and towards the back of his pants.
His shoes were beginning to absorb his pee , he could feel the wetness on his feet. The puddle continued to grow rapidly, making its way to where Lucille stood, horrified and hurt at her son’s accident. She had failed as a mother, yet again.
She could see tears dripping off Nathan’s chin , one after the other. A moment later she found the pool of Nathan’s urine had expanded to reach till her feet, but instead of moving away she stood there, letting it go under her heels.
It felt like this nightmare was never going to end. Nathan couldn’t even feel himself peeing anymore, he had drowned himself in his tears and embarrassment.
The size of the puddle that had formed around Nathan’s feet , left Lucille shocked. How was he even able to hold such a huge volume ?
Nathan wept miserably as his bladder continued to empty itself. It seemed like there was no end to his river of pee, there was still so much coming out.
His stream was as violent as ever . Nathan felt like his pee hole had widened trying to release so much at once.
After an entire three minutes, his powerful torrent converted into a mere stream and then soon to a trickle before stopping completely.
Nathan felt so light headed and dizzy after releasing all that, he felt like he was going to faint. His breaths came in wrecked sobs as he stood there , humiliated at his accident. He didn’t have the courage to look at his mother. He just wanted to disappear, go somewhere nobody could find him.
Lucille didn’t know what to do. It was because of her that Nathan had wet himself. Only if she would have unlocked the door in time, maybe Nathan could have made it to the toilet.
The both stood there , in silence.
“Oh !” Lucille gasped before sliding her hand into her coat pocket. The keys were in there. She had put them in there before leaving the office but it completely went out of her mind. She could have hit herself right now, only if she could have recalled this earlier.
She quickly unlocked the door to let Nathan in. She knew he was mortified.
On seeing the door unlocked , Nathan picked his bag up and quickly walked inside without uttering a word.
Drops of urine fell on the floor from his bag as he walked, his puddle had seeped into his bag too.
Nathan ran inside his room and locked himself, leaving his mother still standing where she was.
It took Lucille a moment to re-orient herself before she could step in. She was shaken to the core by the kid’s accident. She decided to go down in the open to calm herself down first.
Nathan sat in the shower ,his knees buried in his chest. All that water wasn’t enough to abate the disgusting feeling of wetting himself like a child in front of his mother.
The water continued to wash away his tears as he sat there ,crying.
A little later Lucille came back ,she wasn’t sure of herself yet but she was at least in control of her emotions .She closed the door behind her and began walking towards Nathan’s room.
She knocked on his door, “Nathan could you open the door sweetie?” she had not called him that in years. On any other day it would have felt awkward to say that but today, it didn’t. Lucille had never felt this bad for her child and she wanted to be with him in this difficult situation.
Nathan opened the lock but left the door as it is. Lucille slid open the door slowly to be welcomed by his clothes lying on the floor. His pants, his underwear, his socks and shoes all laid there, soaked with pee.
Nathan lied on the bed , facing the other direction. He didn’t want his mom to look at him, at least not right now. He had changed into a dry underwear , pajamas and T- shirt before climbing onto the bed.
Lucille slowly sat down next to him placing her hand on his leg. It was then that she realized that Nathan was till crying.
“I am so sorry Nathan, I know it was my mistake,” Lucille said as she tried to muster her courage, “I drove as fast as I could to get here but I couldn’t let you in , I am sorry for that…”
Nathan’s sobs audibly increased on hearing this from his mother.
“It wasn’t your fault mom, it was mine. I am sorry I couldn’t hold it...” Nathan wept.
“No honey, don’t say that..” Lucille responded as she shifted forward to hold his face, “… but tell me, why didn’t you use the loos at school when you had to pee this bad?”
His heart felt so heavy when his mother asked this. How could he answer such a question?
“I couldn’t …” was all what Nathan could manage to say before breaking down completely, he just couldn’t stop crying.
Lucille’s heart broke to see her child in such a condition.
“H-Had you been holding it for too long?” Lucille asked, she knew such a question would only hurt him more but she was worried.
Nathan let the question slide by , he didn’t want to aggravate his humiliation.
In so many years this was for the first time that Lucille was sitting right next to her son. She knew she needed to be there for him, she knew things could be better.
“Nathan, honey please stop crying…. I may not be the best mother in this world but I certainly care for you and I love you… I am sorry if I ever made you feel unwanted, I didn’t mean to do so… and I am sorry I couldn’t help you out today when you needed me the most … I am sorry…” Lucille said, she knew it was not of any relevance at the moment but maybe it would make him feel better.
Nathan felt himself choking when he heard these words from his mother. He had always known that she loved him but such a sudden confession shook his heart. He quickly sat up and before Lucille could say anything, he hugged her.
Tears came out of Lucille’s eyes when she felt her son’s grip around her.
“Sorry ma… I tried to hold it but I just couldn’t…” Nathan blurted out, his voice choked due to crying so much.
“It is okay honey…you were holding a lot, it is okay if you couldn’t wait anymore, nobody would have been able to . I am glad that at least you feel better now…” Lucille answered as she rubbed his back slowly.
Lucille could only begin to imagine the surges of relief that would have flowed through his body when he finally started going. But relief had come at a great cost for the poor boy.
They both sat there each other’s arms, crying. They had never hugged for so long but it felt like all their differences had vanished with it.
“Shhhh. Just breathe, honey. It’s okay. Just breathe. Accidents happen.. I understand that you couldn’t wait any more… It’s okay…,” Lucille said, continually rubbing his back.
Then out of nowhere ,Nathan said, “I love you….. mom…”
It felt so awkward and weird to say it after so long but it also felt like such a huge load had been removed from his chest. He felt so much better after saying that.
Lucille had always wanted to hear this from him. She couldn’t describe the happiness she felt when he said this. Finally , there were no boundaries between them.
She wept , overwhelmed by her emotions. But she steadied herself soon because she knew it was her son who needed support at this moment.
Slowly Nathan started to calm down , his cries stopped but his humiliation remained. He wanted to forget about his accident , he didn’t want to recall it ever again.
Lucille kept rubbing his back and slowly and steadily it started to show its effect on Nathan. His breathing came back to normal although there were still a few tears that were rolling down his face.
“Do you want something to eat?” she asked softly, trying to take his attention away from his accident.
“No,” Nathan replied. He didn’t feel hungry anymore. He wanted to sleep, he was so tired.
“Are you sure you?” Lucille confirmed.
Nathan shook his head.
Lucille stood up from the bed. She picked up Nathan’s wet clothes from the floor, they felt heavy after soaking up so much urine.
“Just let me know if you want something..” she said with a slight smile before leaving the room.
Although Nathan didn’t look at his mother, he felt like he was beaming from within. He was so happy that his mom comforted him for so long.
He had no qualms now, he couldn’t help but feel elated. His accident was his past now and all what he cared about was his relationship with his mother. He promised himself that he’d make her proud of him someday .A grin ran through his face. Nathan sat in his bed ,looking towards a beautiful future.
His bladder although now deflated , felt extremely strained. He had held so much in there.
His brain had started to shut down after such a long ordeal. Exhausted he collapsed back to the bed, closing his eyes. He needed to rest for a while.
********
After putting the wet clothes into the laundry, Lucille took a mop and a bucket half full of water and walked out of the apartment to clean the pool of urine that Nathan had left outside the door. She removed her heels before she stepped out to make sure they don’t get wet.
She still could not believe that the puddle was so big. How was her child even able to walk with so much inside him?
She deliberately stepped on the puddle as she cleaned it. The urine felt so warm on her bare feet. She was not ashamed to do this, the warmth of the pee reminded her of her son.
Lucille smiled. She felt so close to him as she felt his urine on her fingers , even closer than when she was hugging him.
Her feet splashed on the pool of pee as she continued to clean it, she wanted to stand on it as long as she could. The warmness of the pee was sending a tingling sensation up and down her body.
She decided to bake Nathan some cupcakes when she was done with the cleaning. It was new beginning for the both of them. A new start to the rest of their lives. The incident had changed them both, they now valued each other more than ever before.
Lucille had never wanted Nathan to go through all this. But at least, his accident had brought them closer.
(Please let me know if you like it! It would mean the world to me! ) :) |
Katie was nervous about her first blind date with someone her best girlfriend, Kelly, set her up with. It had been a long time since she bothered dating anyone and her friend nearly had to force her into it. Katie struggled with relationships due to her wild sexual fantasies which most men found too overwhelming. Any case, Katie figured she needed to keep an open mind.
She ran her fingers through her dark curls and sipped on her beverage. Malibu and Coke was her drink of choice when she wanted to remain loose but still tactful enough to keep her guard up. Swaying back and forth to upbeat, alternative music, she decided to text Kelly.
“I can’t believe you’re forcing me to do this,” said Katie.
“You’ll thank me later. Now hurry and get ready. He’ll be there soon,” responded Kelly.
With a rush of anxiety tingling her nerves, Katie reached for the tequila and took a swig. As the liquor burned her throat she assessed herself in a full length mirror: short, tight black skirt, white tank, sparkly sandals. She looked pretty damn good.
A bleep came from her phone and it was time to meet up with the mystery guy. Katie walked out of her apartment and walked to the bus stop. She rested on a bench and waited for her bus to arrive.
“I’m starting to definitely feel that liquor. Maybe too much for a first date?” She thought to herself.
Soon enough her bus came and boarded. As the bus made it’s way over the bumpy streets, Katie started to realize she probably should have peed before leaving the apartment. It wouldn’t be an issue as the rendezvous point was not far away.
About ten minutes later Katie jumped off her bus and stepped into the coffee shop to meet the guy. She rolled her eyes at the cliché-ness of it all but the liquor gave her the strength to go through with it.
“Hi, are you Katie?” Asked a tall man with dark, curly hair and piercing blue eyes.
“Guilty,” Answered Katie.
“I’m Jeff, it’s nice to meet you in person. I know this is awkward but let’s just have fun.”
“Sure. It’s nice to meet you too.”
Jeff bought her a latte and the two sat and started the meaningless banter of a first date. Katie has a habit of drinking everything too quickly and the latte was no exception. She played with her empty cup as the conversation progressed.
“Let me buy you another one,” suggested Jeff.
“Oh really? That’s so kind. I’m sorry I didn’t realize I drank it so fast.”
“It’s not a problem. I’ll be right back,” he smiled.
As soon as he got up, Katie noticed the pressure building in her bladder. If she were alone she would probably visit the restroom at this point. However, she didn’t want to look stupid in front of Jeff. She was finding him mildly interesting but was still not too excited about the whole thing. Jeff came back empty-handed.
“You know, I decided I’d rather grab a drink with you instead of another coffee,” Jeff stated confidently.
Katie appreciated him being so forward and accepted.
They left immediately and headed down the road for a local bar.
“I just feel like first dates are really weird and think if we have a few drinks, it will help us really get to know each other better,” explained Jeff.
“That’s a good idea. I was actually so nervous before I met you, I already had a couple drinks and a shot,” admitted Katie.
“You didn’t need to do that. You don’t have to be nervous around me.”
Katie blushed and felt her panties get a little damp. She was naturally a submissive in the bedroom and she already pieced together that Jeff was a natural dominant. He might need some direction but the potential was there.
When they got to the bar, it was already pretty crowded. The bar was located in a busy part of town and was surrounded by various other bars and clubs. Jeff fought off drunken customers to order their drinks. Katie shifted uncomfortably as she really started to notice her predicament. She glanced over at the restrooms and noticed an out-of-control line. Her heart sunk. She knew she’d have to hold it until she could convince Jeff to find somewhere else with a shorter line.
Jeff came back with the drinks and began telling Katie about his life again. She sipped on her drink to take her mind off her need to piss. The procrastination from emptying her urine was also triggering her arousal.
One, if not the main, fantasy Katie indulged was her pee fetish. She was reluctant to mention this one to anyone because they typically made her feel weird or disgusting. Katie tried to repress these urges throughout her adult life but they were embedded deep inside her. She loved the feeling of having a full bladder and not making it to the bathroom in time resulting in a sexy accident. She loved feeling pee dripping down her legs. She loved feeling her feet submerged in her puddle.
She wasn’t listening to anything Jeff was saying at this point. She had downed the drink he gave her and he had replaced it with a second extremely strong drink like clockwork. This one was nearly gone as well. Her mind was a mess of mixed signals. She wanted to let her body be carried away in arousal and have an accident in front of all the other drunk people at the bar but she wanted to act like a semi-normal person in front of Jeff. He was, in fact, her best friend’s friend.
“Hey, do you want to head to another bar, there’s a fun one down the street?” Katie offered.
“Nah, I really like this one, let’s just stay here.”
It’s almost like he knew what he was doing. Katie wondered if he was too a fan of desperation and wetting and had picked up on her strange behaviors. She began to dramatize some of her movements to see if he said anything. Plus, she actually needed help to keep holding on. Katie openly crossed her legs and looked over at the bathroom line, then back at Jeff.
“Come on—let’s dance.” He grabbed her hand and pushed his way onto the dance floor.
Katie now knew he was either incredibly unobservant or he was kind of enjoying her show. She needed to go so badly now, her dancing was very rigid and she would have to abort her efforts soon.
At one point during the song she was bumped by someone causing her to leak a split second. Katie gasped and grabbed her pussy the best she could in the tight skirt. The alcohol caught up her too quickly and she really had overestimated her ability to hold on.
“What’s wrong?” inquired Jeff.
“I’m sorry, I just really have to pee,” whined Katie.
“Well there’s the bathroom line over there.”
“I’m afraid it’s too long. I don’t think I can hold it.”
“You have to. You’re a big girl. You’re not just going to have an accident right here.”
Katie was shocked by his response. If she really wasn’t about to lose control she would have to rub herself a few seconds. Her heart, bladder, and clitoris were all pounding as she hobbled over to the infinite line. Jeff followed watching his date disgrace herself. The line only increased Katie’s need and she had to openly hold herself. The people in line around her started to snicker.
“Jeff, I really don’t think I can make it,” said Katie with tears in her eyes.
“There’s no other choice. You have to hold it.”
“What if we go to another bar or outside even?”
“I’m not walking out of here with you like this. You look ridiculous.”
Katie felt a few drops escape into her panties. It was happening. She had started to pee her panties.
More drops came and her hand grew damp. She clenched her pussy as hard as she could for a last ditch effort.
More drops.. a streak slowly started winding down each leg.
“WHAT THE FUCK, KATIE?! ARE YOU wetting YOURSELF?!” Jeff yelled and everyone in line turned to look at her.
It was too much and her bladder gave in completely. Pee gushed through her panties. Most of it poured down her legs and some fell straight to the floor. Her sparkly shoes became immersed in urine. The people in front and behind her quickly moved out the way to avoid being splashed by her accident. Katie had never been so red in her face. She heard laughter, rude comments, felt people pointing at her and could even swear she saw someone take a picture. As she finished emptying, Jeff aggressively grabbed her arm and pulled her out of line. They didn’t talk as he led her out of the bar. She had no idea what to do or say. She always wanted to have a very public accident but this was totally unplanned.
“I’m calling you a cab.” Jeff finally said.
Katie just nodded, her eyes still avoid his. She admired the pee droplets on her already sparkly shoes.
The cab arrived and Jeff put her in and paid. As the cab pulled away, Katie glanced up at him. He had a smirk on his face that was unreadable by her. She wasn’t sure if he secretly loved her accident, if he just loved asserting his control over her, or if he thought she was disgusting. The only thing Katie knew for sure at this point was she was going to always remember her accident in line at the bar while pleasuring herself. In fact, she began rubbing her wet panties in the cab on the way home. Hopefully Kelly wouldn’t ask her how the date went. |
A/N: Sorry this commission took so long, I had a lot backed up, and then the end of the school year got crazy, and I got sick somewhere in there too, which certainly did not help matters at all. But the story is here now!
Chelsea and Raven walked across the stage, modeling the outfits that Raven had designed, walking just as they had done again and again at home. They had been preparing for the talent show for weeks and now that their time to shine had come, it was going off without a hitch.
Until, that is, Chelsea froze up, suddenly and completely. Raven looked over and was horrified to see a dark spot spreading over Chelsea's tight jeans, the redhead with a look of total humiliation on her face. She could hear the audience gasp at they realized what was happening to her friend, but she was completely powerless to do anything to help her.
“Oh, snap.”
~X~
Raven came back from her vision with a jolt, horrified by what she had seen. She couldn't believe that, in less than 24 hours, Chelsea would wet herself on stage, in front of the school, in the middle of the talent show like that.
Unless, of course, she did something about it. She may have been powerless in the vision, but now that she knew what was coming, she could do something to prevent it. She could hardly sleep that night after she started to plan for how she would save Chelsea from her embarrassing fate.
~X~
The next morning, when Raven got to school, she was relieved to see Chelsea coming out of a bathroom. At least now she would be able to monitor her fluid with Chelsea starting out empty. She greeted her and they went to their classes.
After their first class, she caught Chelsea buying a soda from a vending machine and bolted it over, snatching it.
“Thanks, Chels,” she said, opening it and beginning to drink. “I was so thirsty.” She finished it off as her friend watched, too surprised and confused to say anything but, “Uh...you're welcome?”
And that was how it went throughout the day. Raven would steal drinks from a confused Chelsea, eventually making up some half-baked excuse about how she needed to be hydrated for their part in the talent show, but that since it was Chelsea's first time modeling, she didn't need to be.
“Yeah, that does make sense,” her friend said, surprisingly believing it. “But, I'm really thirsty. Are you sure I can't have anything to drink?”
“I'm sorry, but that's just how it has to be.”
~X~
By the time it was time to set up for the talent show, Raven was sure that she had managed to prevent Chelsea from doing anything to cause last night's vision to come true. She was so proud of herself that she almost didn't notice the huge flaw in her plan- but the twinges in her bladder were so strong that there was no way she couldn't notice them.
Snap, now I've gotta worry about holding it till the show is over, she thought, trying to keep calm. She didn't have time for a bathroom break before the show started, so she didn't have any option but to hold it. Otherwise, all her work would be for nothing- what good was sparing Chelsea the humiliation if she had to suffer it herself?
She shifted her weight from foot to foot while she looked over the clothes they would be modeling. They weren't a super late act in the show, but they also weren't early either, and she hoped that would not be a problem.
However, as she waited for their turn to come up and the two girls started getting dressed, she could feel her bladder fill and swell with each passing minute. It would definitely be a close call, but she was not willing to let herself do something like that on stage.
“Rae,” Chelsea whispered as they waited backstage for their turn. “Is there time for a bathroom break?”
“What?” she whispered back sharply. How could that be possible? “But you haven't had anything to drink all day!”
“Well, I uh...I kinda snuck one earlier. I couldn't help it, I was so thirsty,” said Chelsea, shrugging. “But now I really have to pee, so...”
At that moment, their names were called to go to the stage. There was no longer any time left for them to go, and they would have to struggle through their performance. Raven hoped desperately that she could hold on, and that Chelsea was not holding as much as she had been in the vision. That was the only hope they had to make it through their performance.
However, once they were onstage, she could tell that Chelsea was incredibly nervous. Her movements were erratic, and though she kept them in time to the music of their fashion show, it was still obvious to Raven what was going on. But she could not worry after Chelsea for very long, as the pangs in her bladder were so strong it was hard to stand up straight and keep walking.
She counted her blessings that they did not have costume changes and would not be modeling any more outfits than what they already had. Once the song had finished, they could exit the stage and make a run for the bathrooms, humiliation free, but that was only if they both made it until the song ended.
Raven was to the point that she was not sure if she could make it or not, and there was no way for her to know how Chelsea's bladder was holding up through all of this. If both of them did not make it off the stage completely dry, nothing she had done would matter and this would be yet another disaster she had failed to avoid. The music seemed to drag on forever.
And then, suddenly, it was fading out and they were making their exits. They were in the clear! She had managed to avoid either of them wetting themselves on stage, and kept that horrific vision from coming true. As soon as they were off the stage, she grabbed Chelsea's hand and made a beeline for the bathrooms.
The halls were pretty much empty, as the rest of the school was attending the talent show, which was good when they both had to slow their walk, with a hand between their legs to keep themselves under control. The bathrooms had never seemed this far from the auditorium before.
Suddenly, Raven stopped, feeling a warmth spreading across her hand. No! She was so close, she couldn't lose control now! But she was, and the warm wetness only spread further, soaking through her jeans and on to the floor beneath her. She could hear the splattering echo in the empty hallway, but even after she was completely empty, she could still hear it.
She turned around, and her suspicions were confirmed when she saw Chelsea flooding her jeans, looking sheepish and embarrassed. Raven groaned, knowing that now she would have to find a way to get their other clothes from backstage without being noticed, but she had to admit that they were lucky they even had anything to change into.
Sure, they had still wet themselves, but she had managed to keep it from happening on stage, and that was all that mattered.
A/N: Again, sorry about the wait on this one. |
((I had no muse so this took forever, someone on tumblr asked for a holding game and I really wanted dirk to get humiliated and spanked soo.....))
Jake walked into the room, his shoulders high and a broad grin on his face, “Well I did it,” he announced to Jane, currently the only person in the room, “I’ve had dry nights for two weeks, I’m officially over my problem,”
With his announcement out, he tossed a pack of good nites into the garbage.
Jane looked up from her book, a rather large novel, “I’m proud of you sweetie, but I hope you tossing those is only symbolic and not wasteful. It’d be a good idea to keep those around, just in case some else needs the code or you rebound for whatever reason,”
Naturally, he pouted, “It is symbolic. And if I take the out now, it’ll be symbolic as well, but with a negative appeal.”
She sighed, “Fine, you can leave it there for now. But in all honesty, I am proud of you.”
His already bright smile grew bigger, “Thanks! But you know symbolism only goes so far, I was thinking we do something else.” He sat on the couch next to her, “I say a holding game.”
“Why on earth would we do that? You have a tiny bladder.”
“No! If I didn’t wet the bed in two weeks, then obviously my bladder got bigger, and I should be able to hold it. Plus, I’ve already wet myself in front of you so many times, that I want to prove I can actually hold it like an adult.”
She shook her head, “This is a bad idea.”
“No! I already got Roxy and Dirk to agree. Well, Dirk. But Roxy said she would ref, we just need one more player! Please Janey.”
“Why don’t you ask one of the other kids?”
“Because, I like you better!”
She sighed again, “Well I’m glad, I only did spend years with you before you knew they existed.”
“Mmm, technically I knew John existed way before I knew you,”
She pulled a blank face and stared at him, waiting for him to catch onto his own mistake.
Finally, recognition showed on his face, “No! I meant I still like you better, and I know you a lot better. I never had a conversation with John, I just sent him a letter. And you have been around for me, so, yeah. Play with us?”
“Fine.” She relented, patting his shoulder.
“Great! It’s in the kitchen so we don’t make a mess.” He took her arms and dragged her to the kitchen where Roxy and Dirk were with cups of water.
Roxy looked pretty surprised, “Huh, you convinced her? Good job. What’d you say?”
He blushed, “I’m not telling,” Naturally, he told a different story to Dirk and Roxy for why he wanted a holding contest.
Roxy shrugged, “Well as long as you’re not selling your body, I’m good. kay, so, crocker babe, the rules are p simple. Chug a cup of water every fifteen minutes, no physical holding, and the loser is the first person to pee. That’s it.”
Jane nodded and sat down.
Roxy took out a timer, “Kay, chug!”
All three of them started chugging, and immediately, Jake felt the ice cold pressure travel to his bladder, seeming to completely bypass his stomach.
He glanced at the other two, none of them seemed to be affected.
He squirmed a bit, kind of regretting this, maybe Jane was right. Again.
A light conversation started up, but he didn’t join, he was too preoccupied trying to hold it, without grabbing himself of course.
But he did take pleasure in knowing Dirk was squirming now.
“Kay, take another chug,” announced Roxy, snapping him out of his day dream.
Jake took his second cup and downed it along with the rest of them. Immediately, he shoved his hand between his legs. Fuck, now he really regretted this.
Dirk noticed immediately, “Lalonde, isn’t holding yourself against the rules?”
“Yeah,” The blonde looked at Jake, “First warning, next time, you’re disqualified.”
With a low groan, he took his hands away from his legs and placed them on the table, still squirming madly, and pressing his thighs tightly together.
Fifteen minutes passed hellishly for him. He had to squirm to keep it all in, and every time he squirmed, he could feel the urine sloshing against the sides of his bloated bladder.
“Fifteen minutes,” Announced Roxy, “Go ahead and drink.”
Jake groaned loudly this time, evoking a giggle from Dirk.
“Can it bedwetter,” He spat his way, actually having the rights to say that now.
Dirk’s already pale face paled, “How did you fucking know?”
He snorted, “Please. I’m pretty sure the whole house knows. And we all know you wake up in the middle of the night crying if you don’t sleep with somebody and you crawl to Jane or Roxy after soaking your good nites.”
“That doesn’t explain shit, you idiot. I think you’re just lying; I don't wet the bed.”
“I know you do. Where do you think Jane got the code for good nites in the first place? And that time you said you had rash cream for your skinny jeans?” He made a a ’psshaw’ noise, “Face it Dirky, you’re a big baby.”
Roxy frowned, “That’s enough out of you two. Just drink your damn water.”
Dirk glared at the shorter though his shades as he picked up another glass and drank it, it increasing his squirming noticeably.
Jake gulped and stared at the cup, dreading it’s weight already. But he had started this, so he would finish it.
He started drinking it, this proving to be his downfall. He stopped halfway through drinking it, wrenching the still full cup away from his lips. The liquid spilled from it and onto his lap. Not that it really made a difference, he was already wetting himself.
He gasped loudly at the cold water on his warm lap and stood up, pushing his chair back with a clatter.
The blonde across from his started laughing.
Jake flushed with shame. No tears were in his eyes, but he felt stupid for losing. He had known what he was getting into, but he honestly thought he would last longer than half an hour.
Then the ridicule started, “You’re the baby here. A bedwetting baby who needs diapers in the day and someone else to ask for him to go pee, but he just ends up wetting himself.”
“Shut up!” He growled back, small buds of tears forming.
“No. Why should I? You get to tease me, but as soon as I give you a taste of your own medicine you give up? You give up at everything. You nearly killed three people out in the game while wetting yourself constantly and getting along with the enemy. And when we had to confront problems you made, you just gave up and wouldn’t talk to anyone. You’re a passive aggressive piece of shit that can’t handle anything, not even a little teasing when you wet yourself in the stupidest way possible.”
A tear ran down his tan cheek, that was just unfair!
“Well you’re being an ass, this is why we broke up.”
“We? I broke up with you because you were an ass to literally everyone and ignored everyone and made Jane cry on her god damn birthday after friend zoning her. I broke up with you for all that shit. And then you proceed to cry about it and had a brain ghost Dirk for god knows how long. You are a twat Jake English, and you have no room to speak, not in this matter, or in any matter.”
“Dirk! That’s enough,” Jane intervened, but it was too later, Jake had already sunk to the floor, sobbing his heart out.
Roxy frowned at him, “You had no right to do that. It’s just mean and cruel, and you should know better but now.”
“I’ll say,” Jane walked over and gripped his upper arm, hoisting him to his feet, “I think you do know better, you just choose to ignore it and do bad things. And your attitude and rudeness isn’t just a current issue for this specific time, it’s been going on for a while. Too long,”
Dirk yanked his arm away, “Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it?” he sneered.
That only deepened her frown, “Personally I think you should get a smack on the bottom for being such a brat, but I’m not your mother.”
He winced slightly at the mother part. He knew he didn’t have a mother and that never hurt him, even now. But did she really not consider herself some sort of protector over him?
His own scowl deepened, “True. And I pity the fool who ends up with you as a mother. And spank me? You would never, you’re too much of a puppy. You roll over every time this idiot on the floor in his own puddle gives you puppy eyes.”
She grabbed his arm again, though this time he wasn’t able to break free. She pulled him over to the couch where she sat down and yanked on him arm.
Normally, that would bring him over her lap, but he pulled back, his eyes widening, “Wait, janey-”
He was cut short by her sharp tongue, “Don’t janey me mister. You had the gall to talk back to me just a moment ago, but now that I’m holding true to my promise, you try to back out? No, so shut your mouth mister.”
She let go of his arm, only to yank down his pants and boxers. Before he could protest again, she pulled him down, practically throwing him across her lap.
Before he could even get a word of protest out, she pushed up the hem of his overly large shirt and brought her hand down hard.
Naturally, he helped and bucked forward with the slight kick of his legs. It was then he realized how stupid he was to get himself into this position. Hs still full bladder rested against her thigh, and every time she brought down her hand, made strong by the game, it pressed against it.
After a couple smacks to his bottom, he was already squirming terribly.
Jane frowned, “Keep still or I’ll get the spoon,”
At that, he winced. He had never gotten the spoon before, Hell, he hadn’t even had a spanking before. But if Jane could beat up skeleton monsters with a baking spoon, imaging the damage she could do to his ass.
Once she was sure Dirk was keeping relatively still, she continued.
But the fifteenth smack, he was teary eyed, and all too aware of the bright room; his glasses had fallen off moments before and he was too afraid to grab them, not with the spoon threat hanging over his head.
With the next spank, he held back a sob, but just barely. He didn’t know why this had hurt so much, especially considering he had suffered so many beat downs in the past.
The next swing felt particularly hard. He bucked again, this time unable to catch the sob as it escaped his mouth. What’s worse, he was even more aware of his aching bladder. It seemed every time Janes hand came down, both his rump and bladder took the blow.
His bladder throbbed and he felt a trickle of urine escape. Immediately, he tensed.
No way was he going to piss himself on Jane’s lap as he was getting his ass handed to him.
Without thinking, he reached a hand down and grabbed himself.
“Hey,” Jane punctuated that with a sharp blow, “Stay still,”
He just whimpered in response; he had leaked again, and no amount of pressure was keeping it in.
She sighed, “Roxy, could you please get me a spoon?”
“N-no,” he managed to stutter out in response to Jane; it was all he could manage to say.
But Roxy returned nonetheless and handed Jane a wooden spoon.
With a small crack, she brought it down on his ass, making a bright red mark.
He let out another yelp, though it quickly devolved into a sob. Tears were freely running down his face now, and his nose was starting to run.
He leaked again, but this time, matter how hard he squeezed, it didn’t stop.
Another whimper escaped his lips, there was no way he wasn’t going to piss himself while on her lap.
He was wrong.
As soon as Jane lt wetness on her thigh, she tensed and let go of Dirk.
He bolted upright and placed a second hand at his crotch, willing the ongoing stream to stop.
Jane shook her head at the sight, her nearly black curls bouncing around her always pink cheeks as she did, “Sweetie, don’t hold it. You and I both know you aren’t going to make it, and you’re just going to make yourself sick by forcing yourself to hold it,”
“No,” he responded monosyllabically again, but it was no use, he was already peeing. His bladder was just so full, and it hurt and standing up somehow was worse than over her lap.
The small leak got bigger, dripping past his fingers and traveling down his thighs.
He couldn’t stop it, and it just kept spilling, getting bigger and bigger.
It would have soaked his pants and underwear if he hadn’t kicked those off, instead it got his socks.
Finally, he just ran out of pee. His hands dropped to his sides as his breath hitched, allowing his large t-shirt to drop and covered everything. Almost everything; his red rump still poked out.
She sighed and patted his cheek, “Why don’t you go take a shower.”
He whined, tears still falling down his moderately chubby cheeks. “M’ hands are wet,” He mumbled. And it was true, small droplets of his urine dripped off his fingertips, rippling in his reasonably sized puddle.
She nodded, “Don’t touch anything but your dirty clothes and the shower faucet, I’ll grab you some clothes and shut the door, okay?” She then turned to Jake, who had stopped his theatrics and was watching on with wonder.
“And you two mister. Take a shower together for all I care, all I know is that I need to clean the floors and you need to clean your body.” |
Naruto Omorashi
The day started early for Tsunade as it usually did, she woke up as she usually did...like a bear with a sore head. Everyone knew to stay out of her way until she'd had her cup of Chamomile tea. Shuffling into the bathroom, she headed towards the toilet to have her first pee of the day, that was one of the most important things for her in the mornings, her morning piss. Pulling her pyjama pants down, she sat on the toilet and let go, giving a slight groan as the pressure in her bladder was released with a thick and hissing stream of golden fluid. With that done, she wiped, pulled her pants up and flushed before washing her hands and heading towards her kitchen to get her favourite caffeinated beverage.
Morning routine completed and after three cups of Chamomile tea, Tsunade made her way towards the Hokage tower. She'd promised herself that she would do the humongous amounts of paperwork that needed doing and she'd promised herself that she'd do it today, with the added aid of Sake of course...that is if Shizune hadn't hidden it again. Upon arriving at the tower, she made her way up the stairs ignoring the way her bladder twinged slightly, a minor annoyance that wouldn't stop her from doing what was necessary. A few more times her bladder twinged and she ignored it until she got up to her office, she was about to head to the bathroom across from the office, but she was stopped when Shizune stopped next to her.
"Good morning Lady Tsunade" she said.
Tsunade merely smiled at the black haired poisons expert and changed her direction, instead of going to the bathroom she went into the office and sat behind her desk. Reaching over, she picked up a scroll and unravelled it, reading what was inside. A mission report from a recent mission by a group of Genin. Kami these reports were boring, D ranked missions quite often were the boring ones as they were only doing things around the village, helping out villagers who pay lousy money for such services. Her bladder twinged again and she fidgeted a little while reading, but once again the urge was forgotten as she read the scroll.
A yawn escaped her as she read a dozen more D ranked mission scrolls, each as boring or even more boring than the last. The C ranked mission scrolls weren't much better, but she continued to read through them and sort through them accordingly. However, when Shizune left the room on a mission of her own, Taunade hastily reached down into her drawer and pulled out the bottle of Sake she had in there and the little cup she kept in there too. Pouring herself a cup, she sipped on the liquid as she read through the next mission scroll. By the time she was finished with the C ranked missions, she'd just about had four cups of Sake and her bladder now gave a more insistent twinge.
Deciding that perhaps now she should head to the bathroom, she stood up behind the desk and went to walk towards the sanctum of the pristine bathroom across from the office she had just been in. Trying the door, she growled a little to herself as she realised it was locked. 'Who in their right mind locks a bathroom?' She thought to herself as she turned back to go into the office and find the key. However, as she did a young Chūnin came hurrying up to her.
"Lady Hokage, your presence is needed at the hospital urgently" he said.
Glowering at the Chūnin, the blonde Sanin nodded and made the appropriate hand sign and disappeared from her position between the bathroom and the Hokage's office, only to reappear in the hospital. Once there, she was quickly escorted to where she needed to be and upon seeing what condition the shinobi on the gurney was in, set to work immediately. As she worked, she yet again ignored her bladder as it gave another insistent twinge, for now wasn't the time to be worrying about whether or not she should use the bathroom.
After three hours of non-stop work, Tsunade had successfully healed the injured Jōnin and now all she wanted to do was go back to the Hokage's office and drink her Sake, however...what she had heard from the other conscious shinobi, wasn't very promising. So instead of heading to the Hokage's office, she made her way to the council residence to let them know of what she'd heard. As she walked, her bladder gave yet another insistent twinge, she wasn't desperate, it was more of an annoyance now really.
When she'd finished talking to the elders, she went back to her office, sat down at her desk and pulled out a full bottle of Sake. As she tipped the liquid into the cup, her bladder gave a sharp twinge, one that she mentally told to go away in less than polite words. She downed the cup of Sake and poured another before downing that one as well, this went on until she'd drunk the whole bottle and now slumped in her chair with her elbows on the desk and her head in her hands. She knew that being Hokage would be more trouble than it was worth, but she was still confident that she could do it. In fact, she had to do it because she had to prove that she was a good Kage to Naruto.
She stopped in her line of thinking for two reasons, reason number one was the fact that her bladder gave yet another sharp twinge, this time it was more urgent than the last one and number two, was that she wasn't going to prove herself to that blonde haired, hyperactive little brat, no matter how much he reminded her of her little brother and Dan. She sighed and then rubbed her temples as Shizune came into the office.
"Lady Tsunade!" She chastised.
Tsunade glowered up at the poisons mistress and then slowly sat up in her chair. She knew she had the black haired woman for a reason, but after hearing something so damning in the hospital she felt like she deserved to have a drink, or two or maybe fifteen.
"Don't start with me Shizune" she said.
She then took another drink, despite how her bladder protested the action. She stood up and was once again about to go to the bathroom, until Naruto barged his way into the office.
"Baa-Chan, I want a mission!" He yelled.
Tsunade glowered at the young blonde boy and growled. Now really wasn't the time for her to be dealing with this idiot. Sitting back down she waved him away.
"Leave me alone brat, I have more important things to do than to listen to you run your mouth" she said.
Her bladder gave a sharp protest and she fought a wince at the pain. However, she was a strong willed kunoichi and she wasn't about to let a trivial thing like wetting cause her any grief. Besides, as a medic she knew what her limit was and how fast she would reach that limit and if she were honest, she was nowhere near her limit yet, heck she hadn't even started to be on the scale towards her limit. Looking up, she noticed that both Shizune and Naruto were looking at her.
"What!?" She yelled.
The poisons expert and the knucklehead shook their heads and then Naruto crossed his arms over his chest.
"So do I get a mission or what?" He asked.
Tsunade fought the urge to roll her eyes and picked out a nice and easy D ranked mission, before handing it over to Naruto. The boy took one look at it and yelled before throwing it back.
"I want a real mission!" He yelled.
Tsunade growled, she couldn't believe the nerve of this kid. She slammed her hand on the table and stood up her honey coloured eyes glaring into the blue eyes.
"You listen to me you whining little brat, you might have disrespected the last Hokage but you sure as hell aren't going to disrespect me. D ranked missions are just as important as C, B and A ranked missions, but as you are only Genin D and C ranked missions are all that you are going to be doing until you reach Chūnin!" She yelled back.
Naruto looked at her and she smirked a little when she saw a hint of fear and surprise written over the fox boy's face. She quietly sat back down and handed over the mission scroll again. This time Naruto took it without a peep and stormed out of the room. Shizune looked at her and then made a little noise when she got the same glare, before running out of the room.
A few hours later, Tsunade was beginning to get rather desperate to use the bathroom. She squirmed in her seat often, but tried to keep still when she had people in her office, not really wanting anyone to know that she needed to piss. When she finally had some time to herself, she began to rummage through the drawers of her desk to find the key to the bathrooms however, one of the nurses from the hospital came into the office again.
"Lady Tsunade, there is a major operation happening at the hospital. The surgeon requests your presence" he said.
Tsunade looked up at the male and growled, she didn't want to be dealing with anything right now, she just wanted to find that key to the bathroom and go for a piss. However, it seemed that the medic just wasn't going to leave so she sighed.
"Fine, I'll be there immediately" she said.
The medic nodded and disappeared. Tsunade got up carefully and made the tiger seal, before disappearing and reappearing in the viewing room of the hospital. As she wasn't alone, she refrained from moving from foot to foot, but that simply made her desperation worse. The operation was going to be a long one, it was a very complicated procedure, which is why she understood why the surgeon wanted her present, in case anything went wrong. She didn't know how much use she was going to be in her current state though, but she would try.
Five hours later and the operation was a success, but Tsunade's desperation was now past the point of no return. She was spurting rhythmically into her pants as she stood in the viewing room and she didn't know if she could walk towards the hospital bathrooms. She did try though, she walked carefully but fast towards the restrooms, each step she took she dribbled a little and she was aware of a small wet patch on her pants, though it was hardly noticeable. When she did finally get to the bathrooms, she walked in to find that all three of the cubicles were full, giving a growl she stood there, her thighs pressed together and her foot tapping impatiently.
She froze when her bladder gave a strong contraction and she leaked into her pants, a line of piss shooting down her leg and making her pants wet too. She refused to hold herself like a child, but she knew that if one of these cubicles didn't open up soon, she was going to have an accident. A few more minutes proved to be her undoing as she froze again. She started leaking again and this time she didn't stop, a loud hiss escaped her as she began to piss full force in her panties and pants, what was worse was that one of the cubicles opened up as this happened. The Chūnin stood there and simply looked at her as she pissed herself. When she was finished, she simply looked at the other woman, a blush upon her cheeks.
"If you so much as mention this to anyone else, I will make sure that you're demoted back to Genin" she said.
The Chūnin nodded and then hurried out of the room. Clearing her throat, she walked out of the bathrooms and ignored the looks of everyone as she walked up to the desk.
"We need a janitor in the ladies bathrooms" she said.
The nurse on the desk nodded and watched as Tsunade walked out of the hospital.
Edited May 4, 2015 by Omorashifetishfan94
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A/N: Another commission that I'm sorry took so long. Now that I'm out of school, these definitely shouldn't be as hard to crank out, but with finals and such, it was a bit problematic.
Lizzie and Miranda could not believe how terribly they had to pee.
They could not believe it due to the sheer intensity, which was almost to the point of being unbearable, but more so than that, they could not believe it due to how suddenly it had come on. They had only had one drink each at the beginning of class, and now, halfway through it, they were positively bursting. It just didn't make any sense.
Lizzie was honestly surprised that her friend was even in the same boat as her, but it was easy to see that she was when you noticed her jiggling her knees under her desk. Lizzie was jiggling her knees as well, and had a hand pressed to her crotch. She hoped that no one could tell just how desperate she was, but more than that, she hoped that she could make it until class was over.
Her bladder throbbed painfully as she blocked out everything her teacher said in favor of concentrating on holding it. She squirmed in her seat, biting on her lip as she did so. She only had a half hour left to wait, but it would be a struggle to make it even that long with how full she felt. She didn't understand why she and her friend had filled up so fast- they had only had plain water bottles, nothing weird about them.
And yet, her she was, leaking into her panties every now and then as she struggled to hold on, and Miranda was just as close to losing control as she was. She crossed her legs at the ankles, but it did nothing to help. The clock moved at an agonizingly slow rate, while her bladder felt like it was filling much faster than natural.
It was as she was thinking this that she heard Miranda let out a horrified gasp. She turned and her eyes widened as she saw a large wet spot growing on her jeans and a puddle forming in her seat, which soon spread and splashed on the floor, gaining the attention of everyone in the class.
Everyone stared, confused and shocked, as Miranda wet herself, and the sound and sight of the puddle forming on the floor was too much for Lizzie. Her hand grew suddenly warm and wet as her pants grew dark as well and she formed her own puddle on the floor beneath her.
The students in the classroom burst into laughter upon seeing the two girls wet themselves, and Lizzie's face turned red in humiliation. Miranda's face turned a similar shade of red. The girls laughing the loudest were Claire and Kate, who looked positively overjoyed.
“Wow, I didn't know it would work that well,” said Kate.
“What did I tell you?” asked Claire. “I knew it would work like a charm!”
“What are you talking about?” asked Lizzie, a sense of dread falling over her as she realized what was going on.
“Oh, nothing,” said Claire. “But maybe some girls shouldn't leave their water bottles unattended before class.” She winked, and Lizzie started to retaliate, but she and Miranda were told to go to the office to get a change of clothes by the teacher.
~X~
“I can't believe they did something like that!” Miranda said after school, still enraged about what had happened in class. The whole day, she and Lizzie had been mocked for their “accidents” in the classroom.
“We have to get back at them somehow,” said Lizzie. It was hard to believe that the girls could have done something so mean, but now they were just asking for retaliation. “I just don't know how yet.”
“Well, why don't we just fight fire with fire?” asked Miranda. “Well, water with water in this case. All we have to do is a find a way to slip something into their drinks, and then we can watch them squirm!”
~X~
After a few days of planning and observing, Lizzie and Miranda had found the perfect opportunity to get their revenge. They had a diuretic, probably the same one that had been used on them, at the ready, and knew Kate and Claire's patterns so well that it would be easy to slip it to them. Then they could just sit back and watch the show.
It wasn't hard for them to get it into the girls' drinks, as their guard was surprisingly low, and by the time they were in class together, they were delighted to see how visibly desperate Kate and Claire had already become.
The two girls were trying to keep their cool, but both of them had an incredibly nervous expression on their faces. They would try to look completely collected whenever they noticed anyone looking at them, but it was easy to tell that they were covering something up, and Lizzie and Miranda were perfectly aware of what that was.
Their movements were subtle at first. A fidget here, a twitching leg there, a few knee jiggles, but nothing major. Nothing that a third party would notice or attribute to desperation. But as time went on, these movements became a bit more obvious. The fidgeting became more and more frequent until it was a full-on squirm, that neither of them could stop for very long even when people started looking.
The knee jiggling became a constant, and there was a lot of leg crossing, uncrossing, and recrossing. It was becoming increasingly more obvious to the others in the class that Claire and Kate had to pee, and there were a few giggles as the irony of the situation dawned on them. Of course, they didn't know that this was not irony, and was instead just plain old revenge. Still, they knew the girls were desperate, and that alone made this much better.
Claire was the first to jam a hand between her legs, and though she tried to make it look like she was just resting it there, but there was a clear amount of pressure being applied that she could not hide, try as she may. Kate was trying to hold out a little longer and avoid exposing any more of her desperation, but she looked close to tears as she fought against it.
She was unwilling to show her desperation any further, in fact, that she was the first to go. Lizzie could see her legs uncross suddenly as a dribble of liquid began to flow out of her skirt, rolling off the chair and hitting the floor beneath her. She let out a loud gasp, that attracted the attention of all of those who hadn't noticed her before. It was just like earlier in the week all over again, but this time, the perpetrators had become the unfortunate victims.
Claire was not willing to meet the same fate as her friend and hopped up suddenly, her hand still between her legs. As she hobbled to the door, ignoring all else around her, streams of piss began to run down her legs until she stopped short, the torrent becoming too much for her to contain. A puddle grew at her feet as she groaned in frustrated, completely humiliated as she wet herself in front of everyone.
There was a silence in the classroom as everyone realized that it had really happened. Claire and Kate, after pranking Lizzie and Miranda into doing it, had wet themselves in the middle of class. It seemed too crazy to be true, but as Lizzie and Miranda stood up and high fived, it all made sense.
A/N: From here on out, no more slow comms! Unless I get overrun, haha. |
The five members of the Witches Five sat apprehensively around the lab. None were willing to admit to the other that they had failed to collect a single Pure Heart Crystal. Each of the women sat thinking of their failed attempts. Each had come so close in their plans, but those damn sailor scouts thwarted their attempts and now it was time to pay the price for their failure. Why couldn’t they just be chewed out by the boss and be done with it, thought Eudial as she sat at her organ and played one depressing song after another. What would her punishment be? They wouldn’t take away her precious organ would they? Sure the other witches had complained many times about the noise and had referred to her playing as “a symphony of 100 mating cats” but that’s just because they didn’t appreciate fine art like she did. Eudial tossed her flaming red hair back off her shoulders and looked around the room at each depressed face. Even Mimete had taken disinterest in her in favor of repeatedly smoothing out her black and yellow skirt in a rather OCD like fashion. Eudial noticed something was off the moment she had opened her locker and noticed not a single snail was placed in it; not even under the lid of the organ as she had spent many hours cleaning snail trails off the keys in the past. Not that she was complaining though.
“Hello, my children.” Dr. Tomoe said causing the five witches to jump. “It is performance review time.” He said cheerily as each of the witches looked everywhere but at him. “Inside this hat are several slips of paper. Each one has a punishment for whoever collected the least amount of Pure Hearts.” This was going to be good, he thought with a smile. The girls needed to be punished for their failure and what a better way than a little humiliation. So what if it was also one of his fantasies? The girls didn’t need to know that. “So who here wants to admit they got the lowest amount, hmm?” He teased. “No? Well how about you, Tellu. Care to tell us how many hearts you collected?”
“Uhh, well, you see.” The green haired woman stuttered as she looked down at her long black and green dress as she tried to come up with an excuse. Tellu’s plan had gone well at first. Many students had bought her plants and they collected fine hosts indeed; until Sailor Jupiter ruined her plans. “None.” Tellu finally admitted as the other witches silently let out their collectively held breathes.
Dr. Tomoe made a tsk sound as he moved on to his next target. “Ptilol? Cyprine? Who ever you are right now. No? Eudial?” Dr. Tomoe shook his head in mock disgust as the red headed women cast her ruby red eyes to the ground. “Did anyone succeed? Not a single pure heart from any of you? This is UNACCEPTABLE!” he yelled out making the witches jump. “Since you all failed, each of you will be performing the penalty task.” he said shoving the hat toward the silver haired woman. “Choose carefully, Viluy.” he said with a smile as she slowly dropped her hand into the hat a pulled out a slip of paper. She opened it up as her beautiful white cheeks tinted with a slight beige color.
“Are you serious?” she asked looking from him to the piece of paper. “Let me choose another one!” she pleaded.
“Nu-uh, what you see is what you get. Now how about you read out what you ladies will be doing first thing tomorrow morning.”
“W-wet yourself in front of everybody.” Viluy read from the card. The other witches moaned in disgust as each protested.
“How about you girl make it interesting?” Dr. Tomoe said as he brushed his silver hair back. “Since you each failed to one up the other, now’s your chance. I know just how much you ladies like competition so how about I make this interesting. I suggest a little contest. A holding contest if you will. The rules will be simple, the last one dry doesn’t have to wet themselves.”
“You want us to have a pee holding contest?” Eudial said looking a little disgusted and doubtful.
“Well you don’t have too.” he said shrugging his shoulders and straightening out his white lab coat. “ You can just piss yourself first thing in the morning and get it over with, but you’ll ruin your nice outfit.”
“You mean we have to do it fully dressed? In our costumes? No way i’m taking it to the dry cleaners with pee stains on it!” Viluy said crossing her arms as her face flushed at the very thought.
“Well then if you don’t want to might I suggest winning?” he said with a smirk. “Oh, and winner gets a request of their choice. A new weapon, or a vehicle...a certain piano smashed to pieces…” he added as Eudial clenched her fists. Four out of the five witches looked excited at that last prospect and muttered amongst themselves.
“I can’t wait to smash that thing to pieces!” Mimete exclaimed. “It’s sounds like nails on a chalkboard.”
“What and you think you’re singing doesn’t?” Eudial said as her temper began showing. “When I win I’m going to use my wish to keep you from cleaning your costume! Don’t worry I think piss stains will go well with that outfit. I’m sure you can still become an idol afterwards though. An idol of water sports that is.”
“Why you!” Mimete said pouncing on top of Eudial with a fistful of her hair.
“What are you two fighting about now?” Kaolinite asked in a bored tone of voice as she rolled her eyes. She stood by the door observing the brawl in mild annoyance. Such immaturity she thought as she lightly traced her large black pendant with her fingers. Her long red hair flowed down onto her black dress that covered everything but her enormously large bust. “Did we meet our quota for the month?” she asked Dr. Tomoe ignoring the other girls squabble.
“Not even close.” he answered standing up a little straighter. “I was just going over their punishment now.”
“You’re not going to believe what he’s making us do!” Viluy complained.
“As long as they suffer do as you wish.” Kaolinite said before leaving and slamming the door closed behind her.
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That is how the witches five ended up in the situation they presently found themselves in. Beads of sweat formed down the girls faces and they strained and fought to contain the river, no the lake, the flood inside of them. Each girl made eye contact with the other to see where they stood in terms of desperation. Once the subject of honor was brought up each refused to back down from the challenge no matter how trivial it may be.
“Why did I ever agree to do this?” Tellu whined as she crossed her legs and bent forward. Her green hair bounced up and down as it’s owner hobbled in place. Her matching green eyes watered from the effort as she fought to hold on to her dignity and pride. She would not lose to these...these...witches! No, more like bitches! At this moment in time each girl was her enemy.
“Because you didn’t have a choice just like the rest of us.” Viluy answered as she too grasped herself in desperation. “Just be thankful YOUR leggings aren’t white.” she said hating herself for her previous taste in fashion. When she had first designed her costume white leggings looked ideal with her black ensemble with white and black pattern that flared out from the bottom to match her white flowing hair. Now she looked at it with disgust. If she lost there would be no hiding it.
“Ready to give up yet?” Mimete taunted as she strained with all her might to hide her discomfort and appear at ease to Eudial who appeared to be doing the same. She could feel the bulge in her bladder pressing against her skin. She could do this! She thought until a rather strong urge caused her to grind her teeth as her legs automatically came together.
“Maybe it’s you who should give up!” Eudial called back tossing her long red hair aside. She knew she had this. Her bladder could withstand much more than this. She smiled confidently as she gazed upon the other girls. Tellu already looked ready to lose it and even Viluy was already holding herself! She glanced to Cyprine who appeared to be having a one sided argument with Ptilol. If the observer didn’t know Cyprine shared her body with her twin; it would appear the blue haired women was crazy as she yelled and answered herself. It was really between the three of them.
Tellu tried her best to hide her smile. Her plan was working she thought as she let out a fake groan. She would lure them into a false sense of security. She really wasn’t as desperate as she appeared to be. Sure, if given the choice she would have emptied her bladder several hours ago at least, but she could manage. It was Cyprine that usually played the mind games, but two could play at that game! ...Or was it three? she wondered as she remembered the girls indwelling twin. No matter she reassured herself shaking away the petty thought. Once she won this her precious plants would be getting the best fertilizer money could buy. It was made with ground up human remains and just a touch of magic that would guarantee whatever plant it would be mixed in with would be twice, no three times as strong. This was her chance to grow out her Tellun’s and make them unstoppable! She rubbed her stomach a little as a wave of true desperation washed over her. She’d have to stop her acting now she thought as it was bringing real urges with it. An alarm buzzed grabbed all five girls attention.
“That’s the end of round one!” Dr. Tomoe called out. “Now the real fun begins! For this round you are allowed to use your powers ONCE to try and make the other lose control. Your attack can only affect ONE person. You have one try, use it wisely.” he said from his seat as he watched on. Other colleagues had joined the fun once they found out what was going on. Some took bets, while others just enjoyed watching the annoying women suffer. Dr. Tomoe had originally wanted this to be a more private viewing, but once word spread many were eager to watch the show. He sighed and rubbed his temples at all the gawkers and onlookers who chatted away. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
Cyprine searched for her target. She knew whoever she used her power on would lose instantly. She was a level 999 and once she used her power to manipulate someone into giving up and wetting, they would have no choice but to obey. They would be powerless against her suggestion, but the question remained. Who to use it on? There was Eudial, but she was always butting heads with Mimete. As annoying as those two were even she didn’t have the heart to end their fun. This was a battle between the two of them, who was she to butt in and stop them? Even if she took down Eudial instead of Mimete she would still likely find snails in places she did not wish to find them in a form of retaliation from Mimete. This left Tellu, who already looked desperate as it was, and Viluy. Yes, it would be Viluy she thought as she set her sights on the white haired beauty.
“Woo! C’mon, Eudial, I’ve got money on you!” someone yelled from the crowd. Cyprine was instantly snapped from her concentration as she turned to glare up at the lab assistant who dared to speak up. That’s when she laid eyes on the depressed face of Dr. Tomoe. Clearly he was not enjoying himself like the rest of his co-workers. Unlike them, he did not enjoy seeing them suffer she thought. If someone had to watch and be the judge she would prefer it was just him. That’s when an idea struck her.
“Dr. Tomoe?” she called out as she shifted from foot to foot from her own need. “May my power effect more than one person if it is not aimed at my fellow contestants?” she said with a wink at him. He thought about it. Was she going to do what he thought she was?
“If it will not affect myself or them in any way I don’t see why not.” he answered while pointing to the other girls.
“Oh, c'mon!” A person from the crowd moaned.
There is nothing interesting happening here. You suddenly realize you have much work to do and deadlines to meet. Cyprine thought as she projected it into to watching crowd.
“Shit!” they heard someone yell who started making their way to the exit. “I forgot about that report the boss wanted me to have in by lunch time!”
“Me too!”
“My boss is going to kill me for sure!”
In no time at all people began “remembering” things they were supposed to do or simply lost interest in the proceedings and began exiting one after another until only the six of them were alone in the room.
“Fool! You used your power for that?” Mimete yelled even though she too was grateful for the vanishing crowd. The blonde with struck with a greater urge as she nearly doubled over. This was bad she thought. She had only been at this for a few hours and already it had come to this? Beads of sweat began forming on her forehead. She made sure no one was paying her any mind as she patted the inside of her legs to make sure everything was in place. She scanned the area again before letting a little bit out.
“I changed my mind!” Dr. Tomoe yelled. “No powers. You’re going to do this the old fashioned way. Besides, I don’t want any damages to this place coming out of my paycheck. As a thank you to Cyprine, are there any rules in this you want changed?”
Cyprine nodded. “Can we take our costumes off?”
“Sure.” Dr. Tomoe shrugged. He had really wanted to them wet their costumes, but this worked too. At least he could enjoy this alone instead of having a crowd of people breathing down his neck. It was thanks to her after all.
Cyprine smiled as she started stripping leaving herself in just her blue bra and matching panties followed by Eudial and Viluy.
“Ah, it feels so much better to get that added pressure off my bladder!” Viluy explained as she rubbed her stomach and hopped from foot to foot unable to keep still. “Why aren’t you two stripping?’ she asked as she looked to Tellu and Mimete.
“I’m not wearing anything under this.” Tellu admitted blushing causing the three half naked girls to snicker.
“What about you, Mimete? Are you going commando also?” Eudial teased coming towards her.
“Yeah, t-that’s it.” Mimete said sounding unconvincing as her face was wracked with guilt. Eudial noticed right away Mimete was acting suspicious and decided to keep an eye on her.
“That’s the end of round two!” Dr. Tomoe called as a buzzer sounded. “Round three is about to start. The rules are simple, you can’t move. At all.”
“What?” They all groaned. It was hard enough being able to move. They all did a last minute dance before they took their positions. Viluy audibly gulped as she stopped moving. The pressure was almost unbearable as some immediately came out dampening her white panties. She quickly managed to tighten her legs together to stop the flow. Tellu was visibly shaking in her green dress. The fabric tightened against her bulging bladder putting pressure on it. At first a little escaped just like Viluy, but as hard as she tried she couldn’t stop it as it began trickling down her legs. With a sigh of regret she squatted down and let go moaning in relief as she did. Urine hissed loudly as it came in contact with her greens tights which darkened and quickly spilled pee onto the ground as it formed a puddle underneath her. If she was going to go out; she was going to make it so much worse for everyone watching.
The four remaining girls watched in awe and desperation as a look of contentment filled Tellu’s face. After holding it for so long it became so tempting to just let go like that. The sounds of splashing urine was like nails on a chalkboard and only worsened their desperation. All except for Mimete’s, Eudial noticed. As time went on and their desperation worsened Eudial noticed something strange about Mimete’s tights.
“Hey, Tellu! Come here a second.” Eudial called out as the soaked girl stood and made her way over. Eudial whispered something in her ear as Tellu nodded in agreement. Before Mimete could stop her, Tellu came up behind her and pulled her tights down revealing the bag, tubes, and funnel held in place by tape. All the girls stared at Mimete as their anger boiled over as they stared at the bag that had been slowly filling with pee throughout this whole ordeal. Here Mimete was taking the pressure off while the rest of them were suffering!
“It seems we have a cheater in our midst.” Dr. Tomoe said calmly as he watched on. “Tellu, feel free to use your powers and let her feel how uncomfortable being wet it.”
“With pleasure.” she said as vines came shooting out of nowhere and ripped the contraption off of Mimete.
“No! No!” Mimete screamed as the vines began gently caressing her sides making her giggle.”No! Please stop!” She laughed as she fell to the floor. The vines slowly snaked their way to the bottoms of her feet and began their merciless assault until soon Mimete was left lying in a puddle of her own pee. “My skirt and tights!” she frowned as she inspected the damage once Tellu’s vines made their way back to their owner.
“Looks like there’s only three of you left.” Dr. Tomoe said smiling as he sat back and enjoyed the show.
The three remaining witches stared intently at each other. It wouldn’t be long now Eudial thought as she watched Viluy biting her lip and moaning. Sure enough the white haired women bent forward as a yellow stream began making it’s way down each leg as it puddled into the floor beneath her. Now it was just Eudial and Cyprine. Both girls stood facing each other in their underwear fearing that uttering a single word would relax the hold on their bladders and cause them to lose. This was no longer about the wish each girl said through their eye contact. This was about proving who was the best. This was about honor! Ah, who were they kidding, it was SO about the wish. Eudial imagined her own music hall where she could practice in peace away from the moaning and groaning of these uncouth...were they really her sisters?
Cyprine on the other hand imagined a way to be permanently detached from her twin.
“Like I want to share head space with you either!” Ptilol barked.
“I can’t argue with you right now! I’m trying to concentrate!” Cyprine yelled back
“Don’t ignore me! I’m talking to you!”
“Go away!”
“Fine! I will! As soon as I come out!” Ptilol shot back as she prepared to split from Cyprine.
“No! Wait! Stop!” Cyprine yelled in a panic, but it was too late. As Cyprine and Ptilol began splitting into two beings Cyprine lost her hold on her bladder is it splashed to the ground as the large puddle began flowing out over the floor proving that whoever had built this place had done a terrible job of leveling it. Dr. Tomoe stood from his chair and began a slow clap as Eudial made a mad dash for the door.
“Bathroom! Bathroom! Bathroom! What are you doing, Tellu? Move!” Eudial yelled jumping up and down while grabbing herself. She had begun leaking long ago and the moisture had shown through her red panties.
“Aww, c’mon, Eudial, just go ahead and go. You know you want to. Just stop moving and let everything come out; it will feel so good!” Viluy teased as she too got in Eudials way.
“No! Let me go!” Eudial begged as she felt something prickly beginning to wrap around her torso. “Tellu! Stop it! Get your vines off me!”
“Just close your eyes and let go!” Mimete said with a giggle.
“Let it out! Let it out!” The four girls began chanting.
“No, stop it.” she begged as she felt the last of her energy slip away until finally she couldn’t take it anymore as she spread her legs and let go.
“Woo!” The four others cheered as Eudials face began matching the color of her hair and eyes as she kept going and going and going proving to everyone that if she could hold that much she certainly did have the largest bladder of them all.
“What the hell happened in here?!” An angry voice exclaimed as the six of them turned to see Kaolinite standing in the hall with a look of disgust on her face. “Eudial! Are you wetting yourself!?”
“I can’t stop.” Eudial whimpered as her body refused her commands. Kaolinite stood glaring at Eudial until she finally stopped, but only because she was completely empty. She turned to glare upon the others and took notice that they too were soaked. “Disgusting.” she growled. “Clean this up! And you!.” She said pointing to Dr. Tomoe. “This is coming out of your paycheck!” She screamed before turning around the slamming the door shut behind her.
Totally worth it, Dr. Tomoe thought as he stood from his chair and made his way to the exit.
“It is okay to just let go and wet yourself. It’s only natural after all.” A voice suggested in his head. Yeah, it was only natural. What goes in must come out, he thought as he stood in place and felt a warmth begin to surround his crouch and make its way down his legs and into his shoes.
“Sorry, girls, couldn’t help myself.” Ptilol said with a smile as she leaned against the wall. |
A/N: I'm sorry that I did this. I know I put this in the request thread, and I still would prefer someone else write it someday, but I had to do it. I took too many liberties, I think, but I'm really into Eric to a disgusting degree, so here we are. I know the part with Tris coming in would absolutely never happen, but guess what? It was necessary for me because I am a loser.
He was still in shock over his failure, but more than that, he was frustrated that his failure had been brought about by her. The fucking Stiff who had should have been nothing during her initiation, should have died early on, shouldn't have even made it to the compound, much less as far as she had. And to add insult to injury, she had been a goddamn Divergent the whole time. She didn't even belong, and yet she had always been there, fucking things up.
And now he was in a Candor prison because she had gotten the better of him. He knew it would not be long before he was returned to Jeanine in one way or another, but that did not matter. He had still failed, and he was still completely at the mercy of this faction and the riffraff refugees from his. He could see no way out that wouldn't end terribly for him. He was stuck.
It went without saying that he was beyond enraged about his current position. He did not like feeling trapped or helpless, and he did not like knowing that somewhere beyond the walls he was trapped in, his least favorite Stiff couple walked about freely, probably laughing at his expense. Each hour he spent drug on, and with nothing better to do, his mind became overrun with scenarios of all he was missing out on, all that went on without him.
Despite his upbringing, he had never been the fondest of reading, and yet he would kill for some sort of book if it might help take his mind off of things. If they kept him like this for too long, he knew he would lose his mind, and that would be a worse loss for him than death.
His living conditions were bad, which was to be expected of a prison, but if he had to guess, he would say that this was bad even for a prison. He had nothing but a hard bed, having to be lead by a guard just to use the bathroom. He hated that part in particular as far as feelings of helplessness went. He had been stripped of all privacy, and was left completely vulnerable to whoever guarded him. He could, he supposed, at least be grateful that it was never Four.
With his situation in mind, he only allowed himself to be taken to the bathroom once a day. It was not worth it to him to be subjected to that humiliation any more than that, and he was more than just a grown man. He was a Dauntless leader, damn it all, and he could hold it any other time of day.
Throughout the day, he would be visited by a guard periodically and given meals, asked questions, and offered a bathroom break. He would always wait until the last visit of the day before he took said bathroom break, and this was only on days he felt it necessary to drink enough to need to go in the first place.
His plan had worked well enough in the past, but on one day of his imprisonment, it did not. Perhaps it was because he hadn't felt like he needed to go the night before, or perhaps he had had a bit too much to drink in the morning. Whatever it was, it didn't matter now; all that mattered was that he had to piss. Badly. And it was at least an hour until his next meal.
He sat on his bed, overly aware of the dull ache in his bladder. At last, there was something to take his mind off of the scenarios that constantly played, but this was not the sort of distraction he welcomed. Really, he could not remember having to piss this badly in ages, and he wondered why the urge was so strong this time.
Every time he shifted, the bed would creak and he would feel heat rush to his face. It was ridiculous that he was showing his need at all, but if he sat stock still, he felt as if he could leak, and that would be worse than if someone happened to hear him shuffle and happened to figure out his problem just from that.
Still, he hated this. Even if no one else was around to hear him or see him, he still knew exactly what was wrong with him, and that was bad enough. He had to piss to the point that he couldn't sit still, to the point that he was resisting the desire to squirm like a child with everything he had. He was actually beginning to question the capabilities of his bladder, after years of perfect control.
I am not giving in to this, he told himself, tapping a foot on the ground as he waited. At this point, he did not care about the vulnerability created by his guarded bathroom breaks. He would have had almost anyone present, as long as it meant he could piss somewhere other than his pants.
But as time ticked on, nobody came. He was sure that it had been an hour, and that this was the time he was given his afternoon meal every day, but there was nobody there and he could not hear anything at all. There was no sign of anybody, and the ache in his bladder had evolved into a sharp throb. His occasional squirming had become nearly constant, and he had given up tapping his foot in favor of crossing his legs at the ankles. He hoped that if he heard someone coming, he would be able to regain and maintain his composure in front of them.And still, no one came by. The constant pulsing in his abdomen was stronger than he had ever experienced, and he felt that he could burst at any moment. There was a part of him that longed to shout for someone, but he knew that, even if it was possible for someone to hear him, his pride would not allow for something like that. He would simply have to hold it.A sudden, sharp pain shot through him, the wave of desperation rolling over him so powerfully that he grabbed his crotch without a second thought.When his mind cleared and he realized what he was doing, he dropped his hand in a flash, snarling a bit as he did so. This was not happening. There was no way this was actually happening. It was some hallucination, some interrogation tactic, or something like that.He knew it wasn't. He knew that they were done interrogating him and that they had taken all the information from him that they could. This situation, no matter how unfathomable, was real, and he was really on the brink of wetting himself.Eric clenched his fists tight, pressing them into his thighs, trying to use this pain to take his mind off the pain in his bladder. He bounced his knees and grit his teeth, his breathing growing short and labored. His bladder ached for relief, and he stood up, trying to take some pressure off of it.
For a moment, he felt a bit better, but he was hit by another pang, this one strong enough to make him double over, his hand once more between his legs. He let out a low growl, and thought about various ways to make the late guard on duty suffer for putting him in this position.
The first time he thought he wasn't going to make it, he promptly tried to push that thought out of his mind. He was not pathetic, he was not weak, he was not going to lose to something as simple as a full bladder. Again, he reminded himself that he was a grown man and a Dauntless leader, and that holding it should never be a challenge for him.
But, Jesus Christ, he had to piss. He had to piss right the fuck now, but there was nobody to unlock his damn cell door, and there was nowhere for him to do it that wouldn't be noticeable, and he would never live it down if it got out that he hadn't been able to wait for the bathroom.
He tried to pull his hand away, but then he felt a warm spurt leak into his pants and his eyes widened. No. When he felt another spurt, he grabbed himself without hesitation, rocking back and forth in place. He was actually losing control, little by little, and he had actually been pushed to the point of grabbing himself. He clenched his eyes shut and grit his teeth again, groaning.
“I can do this, I can do this, I can do this,” he chanted quietly to himself, tuning out the world around him as he concentrated only on keeping the contents of his bladder within his bladder and not on the floor. There had to be someone coming soon, they couldn't really skip his meal. This damn faction was too dedicated to honest treatment of prisoners to let even him go without basic accommodations. And right now, he really needed one of those basic accommodations.
He was standing there, a hand between his legs and the other hand in a tight fist, alternating between bouncing and rocking back and forth, with his eyes shut, chanting to himself so quietly it sounded like a dull buzz, when she entered the room. Of course, he was so caught up in his own actions that he did not notice at first, but it did not take him long to realize he was not alone and that, at last, he would be let out of his cell.
Or maybe not.
His eyes locked with those of none other than Tris Prior, the young woman who had caused him to end up in this mess in the first place. And she could see, quite plainly, exactly the mess he was in.
“What are you doing here?” he asked in a strained voice, trying to sound like his old, cocky self, despite the obvious. “I would think they'd be afraid you'd be too unstable to be allowed around me.”
She ignored him and went straight to the topic he was hoping to avoid. “What's going on?” As if she didn't already know.
“I'd think that was fucking obvious,” he snapped, baring his teeth a bit as he said this. He knew that there was no hope of intimidating her in his current position, but still, he put on a show. Another spasm rocked his bladder and he hissed, doubling over and tightening his grip.
He heard a small giggle from the girl and shot her an icy glare. “The fuck is so funny?”
“I'd think that was obvious,” she replied in a mocking tone. “Imagine what everyone would say if they could see the almighty Eric now, about to piss himself like some little kid.”
He felt his face grow hot from both shame and rage at her remark. He was already on edge enough from his situation, and her snippiness did nothing to help. “You'd better shut your mouth or-”
“Or what, Eric?” She gave him a smirk. “What are you going to do to me from in there?”
“When I get out of here-”
“If you could get out of there so easily, then why haven't you gone to the bathroom already? Forgive me for not being too intimidated.”
She was right. He knew she was right about that, and he knew that he had to find some way out soon, or else the unthinkable would happen. And he also knew that the only way to do that was to do the second worst option to wetting himself. He was going to have to beg Tris.
“You're right,” he said, barely able to speak as he felt his legs tremble. He was so incredibly close to losing it. “I can't get out, and the fucking guard was supposed to be here by now. Can you please get someone who can help me?”
“No,” she said simply.
“Tris. I'm really not in the mood to play-”
“I'm not playing,” she said, giving him a wicked a grin. There was something off about her voice that he could not place, his mind too focused on the struggle he was presently faced with. “There is absolutely no good reason for me to do anything to help you.”
He paused. She was right, of course, and he knew that he would probably deny someone who had done nothing to harm him just for kicks, so of course she was justified, but she was his last hope. “Please,” he said, with complete and utter sincerity. “Please.”
“No,” she said again, this time with as much sincerity as him. She simply stood there, watching him as he squirmed and shook, both already knowing that it was much too late for him.
The first jet of piss that soaked through his pants did not show very well on the black fabric, but he could feel it against his hand. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Damn it.” Another jet burst free, and another, until it turned into a stream, and he let out a long breath as the piss ran down a leg, quickly soaking through his pants and hitting the floor with a loud hissing sound. He was wetting himself.
He dropped his hand and let his head roll back, moaning a bit. He could not deny that the relief was incredible, and he could almost forget that the circumstances were the absolute worst as he reveled in the sensation of finally emptying his bladder. There was a sizable puddle at his feet and his pants were so wet that they stuck to his legs when at last the stream trickled to a stop.
The only sound to be heard in the room now was his heavy breathing, and after a moment, that struck him as odd. First, it struck him as odd because he expected to be met with laughter from Tris, and then, after another moment, it struck him as odd because he realized he was not the only one breathing heavily.
He turned his attention to the girl in the room and saw that her face was flushed, her chest was rising and falling rapidly with each breath, and she shifted a bit, biting her lip. It was so obvious what was wrong with her that he almost burst out laughing himself, and he knew now why she had seemed so off this whole time.
She was enjoying this. She was enjoying this not as some form of revenge- though he figured that had a hand in it too- but as a turn on. Four's Stiff little girlfriend was turned on watching him wet himself.
“Well, if I knew you were denying me for your own pleasure, I might not have fought so hard,” he said with a smirk. “I might have even put on a better show.”
“Wh-what do you mean?” she asked. She was so flustered she could not even manage a decent comeback! This was rich.
“You know exactly what I mean,” he said in an all-too-casual voice. “But, the real question is, does Four know you're into that kind of stuff?”
“I'm not!” she said, horrified, but most definitely lying.
“Really, I didn't know Stiffs got freaky like that,” he continued. “Wanna come over here and let me take care of that for you?” He gave her a toothy, menacing grin.
“You're disgusting,” she spat, turning and striding out of the room. He had gotten such a rise out of her that there was no way she hadn't been into it. He had really hit the nail on the head.
And the best part was, he was not going to be hearing any more from her on the subject. Sure, the guard might spill the beans, and his reputation still might be in the trash, but he had something on Tris that would ensure she would never bring up this incident ever again.
So, in the end, Eric was indescribably angry that he had been put in a position where he would have to piss himself, but his brief encounter with Tris almost made up for it. Almost, but not quite.
A/N: I'm sorry, I know no one was asking for this, but I couldn't resist. I love writing omo about angry men. Still working on commissions, I just. I had to. I'm sorry. |
A/N: There was not supposed to be another part to this, but due to the amount of people subscribing, I started to wonder if maybe there should be. I could not think of a real continuation, so instead you get this from Tris' perspective. But this is it, guys, there aren't going to be any more parts. If you like the omorashi aspect, I have another story about Eric, and stories about other characters coming soon, so check that out.
Tris Prior had gotten so lost in thought that she had actually gotten lost, and she would have laughed at the cliché nature of her situation if it wasn't so problematic. Perhaps later she would take time to appreciate the humor in it, or perhaps she wouldn't; after all, the whole reason she had been on this walk, deep in thought, had been because of all the recent stressful happenings.
Whatever the case, the fact still remained that she was lost. She should have known better to go wandering Candor headquarters with her slim knowledge of the layout, but she hadn't really expected to make so many strange turns. She just hadn't been paying attention, was all, and now she had no idea where she was.
What was worse, there was no one around. She wondered if everyone was off discussing something that she had not been made aware of- a very real possibility- or if she had really just wandered into an area that was rarely populated. She couldn't tell which it what, but that didn't matter as much as finding her way back did.
She tried again and again to retrace her steps, but always somehow ended up making a wrong turn and finding herself in some place that she had never seen before. It was honestly surprising how maze-like this building was. She would think that they would prefer a building as straightforward as their personalities.
It was as she was thinking that that she turned into a very strange room, filled with several smaller rooms enclosed by glass windows. It did not take much thinking to realize that this must be the prison, and if this was the prison then that meant that someone she really did not want to see was here.
And there he was. Eric, the man who was somewhat responsible- though not entirely- for the state she was in currently, her former leader and one of the most vile people she had ever known. But there was something incredibly off about the Dauntless leader that became very apparent as soon as she got a good look at him.
He had to pee, and pretty badly, from the looks of it. Like, about-to-piss-his-pants level badly, if the way he contorted his face, bounced up and down, and grabbed his crotch was anything to go by. His eyes were closed, so he did not notice her at first, but it did not take long for him to open them, making direct eye contact with her. She stood frozen, unable to think of anything to do or say in this very strange situation.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, and even his voice made his struggle evident. “I would think they'd be afraid you'd be too unstable to be allowed around me.” He was trying to taunt her, even in his present state. Even knowing he was the more pathetic one, his ego would allow for no less, she presumed.
“What's going on?” she asked. Of course, she already knew, but that was the only response that came to mind. It would have been a bit more appropriate to say, “none of your business”, or “I got lost”, or “are you seriously about to piss yourself”, but she did not think of those until after she had spoken.
“I'd think that was fucking obvious,” he replied, his voice full of venom. She resisted the urge to flinch at his harsh tone, not willing to let him know how much seeing him had unsettled her. She stood her ground, realizing that, no matter how intimidating he had been in the past, he was nothing now. He was locked up and unable to hurt her, and, above all else, he was holding himself like a child. She couldn't help but giggle at the situation.
His eyes narrowed as he said, “The fuck is so funny?”
Oh, this was just too easy. “I'd think that much was obvious. Imagine what everyone would say if they could see the almighty Eric now, about to piss himself like some little kid.”
She was surprised when he blushed, something she had never seen him do before, and that was when she started to feel a bit...strange. She couldn't describe the sensation at first; it felt as though she were being pinched in the pit of her stomach, which lead to a heat spreading all the way to between her legs. But then it hit her that she had felt this before, and that it was a feeling typically experienced when she was alone with Tobias, a feeling that had a name she did not what to say in association with Eric. And certainly not in association with Eric in this state.
She tried to halt her thoughts on the matter completely, but it was hard to do that when she could still see him doing all the things he was doing. He started to speak, saying, “You'd better shut your mouth, or-”
“Or what, Eric?” she asked, interrupting him and smirking to hide whatever facial expression might surface if she did not act. “What are you going to do to me from in there?”
“When I get out here-”
Again, it was easy for her to cut him off. “If you could get out of there so easily, then why haven't you gone to the bathroom already? Forgive me for not being too intimidated.”
She saw his face shift, all traces of defensiveness fading. His legs were trembling, she noticed, and he looked utterly defeated. “You're right,” he admitted, breathless and strained. “I can't get out, and the fucking guard was supposed to be here by now. Can you please get someone who can help me?”
For a few seconds, she almost pitied him, but she remembered who he was and what he had done before she did anything that stupid. And, though she did not want to admit it, there was a strong part of her that really wanted to see what would happen if she did not help him. “No.”
The look in his eyes was pathetic. It was easy to tell that he was crushed by her rejection, but also resigned to his fate. He understood, she could tell, that she would never want to help him in any way. Still, he argued, “Tris. I'm really not in the mood to play-”
How easy it was to interrupt him today! Her smile was positively menacing as she said, “I'm not playing. There is absolutely no good reason for me to do anything to help you.”
“Please. Please,” he said, and this was the biggest surprise of the day. He had already come to understand her actions, and yet he still ignored his pride enough to try and beg her. Could it be that she had actually broken him?
Again, she only said no. And then she stood back to watch the show, her interest in it only peaking as it became more and more obvious that he had really reached his limit. She was ashamed by how much she was secretly enjoying it, but she could not turn away. She was captivated.
“Fuck,” he said, more to himself, and though she could not see anything yet, she knew that it had started. “Damn it.” He sighed, loudly, and then she heard the sudden splashing, looking down to see a puddle begin to form at his feet. His hand fell from his crotch, and when she looked back at his face, he had thrown his head back a bit, looking almost blissful as he wet himself.
She looked back down at the puddle, which continued to grow at an impressive rate. He really had been holding in a lot, and that thought excited her even more. As the sound of the splashing faded, she could hear him panting a bit, and was humiliated to realize that she was doing the same.
“Well, if I knew you were denying me for your own pleasure, I might not have fought so hard,” he said, a sickening smirk forming on his face. He had caught her. “I might have even put on a better show.”
“Wh-what do you mean?” She could not let him get the better of her, not now that she had won this battle. She could not let him know what she was feeling.
“You know exactly what I mean. But, the real question is, does Four know you're into that kind of stuff?”
“I'm not!” she shrieked, both for his benefit and her own. She wasn't! She was reacting like she was, but there was just no way she could really be aroused by something like...like that!
“Really, I didn't know Stiffs got freaky like that. Wanna come over here and let me take care of that for you?” He grinned at her in such a way that she felt she could either punch him, throw up in her mouth, or both.
But he had still won. There was no question about that, and though she did not want to concede to him now, she could not stand being around him a second long.
“You're disgusting,” she spat, and turned on her heel. She needed to get away and clear her head and then she would realize she was not into it at all. It had all just been some strange sort of misunderstanding.
~X~
After much thinking- which she had a lot of time to do, given she still struggled to find her way back- she could not continue denying it. She still hated Eric, and she still could not imagine honestly being attracted to him, but something about seeing him desperate and then, subsequently, wetting himself, had aroused her.
She didn't know why that was a thing for her or how it had come to be one, but it was and there was no denying that. She wondered briefly what it would be like with someone she did not completely despise, if it had been so exciting that time, but she knew that she would never be able to admit to that side of herself. She would have to keep to herself, from here on out.
As she was trying to forget what she had seen- even without denying her interest, she did not want to think about Eric in that way ever again- Uriah came in, a large grin on his face, barely able to stop laughing long enough to speak.
“Tris, did you hear about what happened to Eric?” he asked.
She went cold for a moment, before realizing that, not only could he not possibly be referring to her newfound interest if he was asking her, there was no way he could know in the first place. “No, what happened?”
“Well, me and some others had this bright idea,” he said. “We snuck into the kitchen, where they were preparing the prisoner food for him, and slipping something in his drink, right? Something that would make him really need a piss, and then convinced the guard to 'accidentally' miss his afternoon appointment.”
She nodded for him to go on, hoping he didn't notice how tense she had become at the conversation topic. “So, anyway, the guard in question just reported back that everything went as planned, and Eric actually pissed himself!” He held his hand up for a high five, which she reciprocated, giving him a small, tight smile.
“What's up?” he asked. “I thought you'd think that was funny.”
“No, no, it is,” she said, trying to sound more convincing. “Hilarious.”
A/N: So I was able to excuse writing this in my head because there were some things I knew about my other story that weren't explained, such as she only found him because she was lost and he was so suddenly desperate because of a prank. The end, no more parts to this story, it's over. By the by, this file was saved on my computer as “Trisoner of War”. |
The twenty-seven year old special jounin sighed as he swept his hand over his seat to remove any thumbtacks, which had become his morning ritual after having punctured his butt cheeks last month on the present his latest student had begun leaving him. He was nothing short of honored that the third hokage himself had chosen him to become his grandsons private tutor. Konohamaru Sarutobi was a sweet kid; he really was, but now that he began getting messed up with towns menace, Naruto, he had gone from sweet and hardworking to a pain in his ass. Literally.
Ebisu scanned the room, quickly checking for any traps his charge might have left him the night before. He checked under his desk, around the blackboard, in the trashcans, and finally finished by giving his cup of coffee a tentative sniff to check for any...additional ingredients that may have been added. Once the hokage’s grandson finally dragged his feet in they began their daily lessons. It was his job to make sure this eight year old was far ahead of his classmates by the time graduation came around if he was to truly become the hokage he claimed he wanted to become.
“Not bad, honorable grandson, but try it again. Make ten more clones and we will move onto something else.” Ebisu said as he crossed his arms and watched the black haired boy strain to produce clone after clone. Maybe he was over-thinking things, Ebisu thought as he smiled at the boys effort. He just couldn’t help shake the feeling something was going to happen though. This morning had gone so smoothly, almost….too smoothly. “Alright, last one! Make it a good one!” Ebisu said as he raised his coffee mug to his lips as he heard something he did NOT want to hear.
“SEXY NO-JUTSU!” the young boy yelled as his hands began forming seals as he was suddenly surrounded by a puff of white smoke. Ebisu spit out the mouth full of coffee he had nearly choked on as the vain in his forehead throbbed. He could forgive the thumbtacks that practically needed to be surgically removed from his ass. He could even forgive the laxative that was put in his coffee so that the boy could escape and meet up with Naruto while he was stuck messing his brains out...but this! He thought as he observed the worst Sexy No-Jutsu he had ever seen. Konohamaru stood before him striking a seductive pose in the form of a heavily obese black haired naked woman with a face smashed in resembling a pug. This was the final straw.
“Aww, it didn’t work.” Konohamaru said sadly hoping to get a reaction out of him in the form of a gushing nosebleed as Naruto had on several occasions.
“If you ever want to become hokage you need to stop spending time with that delinquent!” Ebisu spat as he pushed his black sunglasses up his nose.
“He’s not a delinquent; he’s my friend!” the young boy argued crossing his arms. Ebisu sighed in frustration before running him through a few more drills. Finally it was lunch time and he dismissed the boy for an hour as he watched him happily make a beeline outside. After finishing off his sandwich and making sure his charge was nowhere to be seen; Ebisu pulled out the erotic novel Kakashi had lent him. Once finishing the chapter and seeing the time, he bookmarked his page and put it away. He waited and waited and once Konohamaru was over ten minutes late; he sighed and left the building to find and scold him for losing track of time.
“You were supposed to have been back ten minutes ago!” He scolded once he saw his charge standing there alone on the empty road. At least he wasn’t with the village pest, he thought.
“I’m sorry, Ebisu-sensei,I was practicing clone making and lost track of time, but watch!” the boy said excitedly, “I can finally make four at once!”
“Really?” Ebisu said surprised. “See, I told you if you just practice enough; you’d get the hang of it in to time!”
“O.A.B JUTSU!” they heard and Ebisu turned in time to be met with a fist to the gut. A strange feeling passed through his body as the boys fist harmlessly bounced off. He glared at the fists owner as the boy with yellow hair and an orange jumpsuit smiled guiltily up at him.
“I’m a special level joinen; did you really think that was going to hurt me? As for you, Mr. ‘I can make four shadow clones’, 25 laps around the city! Now!” Konohamaru grumbled as he took off running.
“Aww, I was just trying out a new jutsu I made up. It didn’t work though.” Naruto said sounding a bit disappointed. Ebisu sighed, he didn’t even want to know what was supposed to have happened, at least he was working on an attack jutsu instead of something stupid like his sexy shadow clones.
The rest of the day went along without any issues and soon Ebisu was on his way home. After a night alone of reading and house chores; he decided to turn in for the night. The next morning though was when he realized something was wrong. At first when Ebisu awoke in bed that morning the only thing he knew was that he needed to pee and badly. After quickly jumping out of bed and BARELY making it in time, he sat on the toilet (he was just that kind of guy) and relieved his what should have been full bladder. Ebisu was a man of routine and the first thing amiss that he noticed was the amount he had to pee. For the level of desperation he felt; not all that much came out. The second thing he noticed was the amount of moisture on his bare legs. When he had finished, he made his way back to his bedroom and froze at the sight before him. There on his futon was a large wet spot staring back at him. No! He thought as it took him a full minute to put the pieces together. Had he really? No! There had to be a perfectly reasonable explanation for this! Like a ceiling leak or a spilled bottle of water. Ebisu sighed as he covered his face in shame. Had he really wet the bed like a small child? What could have caused something like this? Was he getting sick? Should he go to the Dr.?
He returned to his bathroom and hopped in the shower as he let the hot water clear his mind. Nobody can know about this, he thought as he washed his body and paid extra attention to his legs. Once dressed for the day, he grabbed his wet futon and hung it outside to dry thankful for living in a more secluded part of town. Once more he found himself needing to go as he sat in his seat waiting for his pupil to arrive. After a quick pit stop, he managed to sneak back in only to find the boy already waiting for him.
Two hours into the lessons Ebisu found himself unconsciously squeezing his knees together and shifting from foot to foot as he droned on about chakra control and the importance of the history of the village. Just one more hour and I can dismiss him on break, he thought as he sat on the edge of his seat as he watched Konohamaru practice different seal signs. He wanted to excuse himself so bad and seek relief, but he knew he couldn’t. How many times had he denied Konohamaru the same thing by stating he should have gone before class? What kind of example would he be setting by breaking his own rules? He sighed as he continued bouncing his legs up and down as he watched the clock slowly tick by. He was about to give up and just excuse himself, but suddenly someone burst into the room announcing they needed to evacuate because of a fire. Thick black smoke could be seen in the hallway as the ninja left to announce the predicament to the people in the next room.
Ebisu quickly stood forgetting about his bladder as he rushed the boy and himself out of the building while both of them hid their faces in their arms as they tried their best not to inhale smoke. Once Konohamaru was safe outside, Ebisu joined the others in helping to evacuate the building. Once everyone was finally out and safe with the water specialty ninjas on their way, he searched for his student.
“Hey, Ebisu-san, if you’re looking for Konohamaru he left with the village troublemaker about ten minutes ago.” He ground his teeth as he headed out in the direction he was shown in order to teach Naruto a lesson once and for all. If it was him who set that fire; he was in for a world of pain! Not even the third would take pity on him this time. That boy would be going right where he belonged. Prison. Where he would never bother him or anyone else ever again. He suddenly stopped and bent forward as the urge to pee returned twice as strong. He crossed his legs in an attempt to hold on just a little more glad he was headed into the forest away from passerby’s. Finally when he could hold it no more he made his way into some bushes to relieve himself while holding his crotch for fear of leaking into his uniform. He stopped when he heard the boys talking as they approached from the other side of the bushes.
“Hey, the closet perverts been watching us practice!” Naruto said with a big smile at “catching him in the act.” “Look he’s even touching himself!” He pointed at Ebisu who was indeed holding himself, but for other reasons.
“Look, Ebisu-sensei! I finally got it! SEXY NO-JUTSU!” Konohamaru yelled as he transformed into not only one, but two beautiful naked women. “What do you think, sensei?” The women said seductively as they each took hold of one of his arms and leaned their large busts into him.
“Oh my god, he’s wetting himself!” Naruto cheered falling onto the ground laughing. “That’s even better than a nosebleed! I’ve never seen anyone have that kind of reaction to my sexy no jutsu before! Good work, Konohamaru!”
“No! No! No!” Ebisu yelled as he looked down at the quickly darkening material that hung on his legs as the warmth in his crotch area quickly spread down the inside of his legs and into his sandals as he fought to free his arms from the female versions of his pupil.
“Oh, master. You seemed to have sprung a leak.” the girls giggled before letting go and returning into his regular form.
“You-You will pay for this!” the red faced Ebisu yelled pointing at Naruto. “How dare you teach my student, the honorable grandson, such dirty things!”
“At least I wasn’t the one caught touching myself while watching dirty things taking place, closet pervert!” Naruto said through his laughter.
Later that day, Ebisu sat at the clinic waiting for the Dr. to come in as he made small chat with the nurse who took his blood pressure. After two accidents in one day, he hung up his pride and made his way to the clinic fearing some kind of infection that needed anti-biotics. After telling the nurse SOME of his symptoms she made a few notes on his chart while he thought about the previous day. He remembered getting punched in the gut, if he could call that a punch, but also the weird name of that jutsu.
“Do the letters O.A.B mean anything to you?” he asked the Dr. when she came in.
“Yeah, it’s what you have.” she said writing on the prescription pad.
“What is it?” he asked apprehensively while he pushed his sunglasses up his nose.
“Overactive Bladder.” she said as she handed him a prescription.
“NARUTO!!!!!” |
A/N: I have mixed memories about this show, so I had to do some research to write this story. Hopefully, I still manage to do the characters justice.
Dealing with Pim's ridiculous pranks day in and day out was exhausting for Phil. He knew that it was something he should just adapt to, considering he would always be her older brother and she would always be...well, herself, but there were times when he was really driven out of his mind by her antics. And so, one day, he decided that it was payback time.
He knew of a gadget that, with the right amount of tinkering, would help him get the perfect revenge. All he had to do was fire it at Pim, and she would become victim to his fantastic plot. It was a rather simple plan, but he knew that it would be a huge blow to her ego, and that was all he was really after.
So, he got everything set up, and hoped for the best. He didn't really have a decent test subject, being unwilling to test it on himself, and so he could only pray that the first time would be the charm, or that she would not catch on if it wasn't.
He was posed and waiting for Pim to walk past his hiding spot, the gadget aimed and ready to fire. When at last his little sister walked by, completely unaware, he shot at her, hitting her in the back with a small beam that she took no notice of.
Now all he had to do was head for the bathroom and wait this one out.
~X~
Pim was sitting in her room, pursuing her usual hobby of plotting world domination, when she was hit by a very sudden and very strong urge to pee. She wondered for a moment where it had come from, but a sharp twinge in her bladder told her should wonder about it later. She had to pee now.
She stood up from her desk, another strong urge hitting her like a punch as she did so. It seemed to get exponentially worse by the second, and she hurried, each step incredibly painful on her bursting bladder. This was all too much, too soon. How had she gotten this desperate so quickly?
When she reached the bathroom, she groaned in frustration. Of course the door would be closed! She tried the knob just in case, but as she had expected, it was locked. She banged a fist on the door.
“Just a minute,” she heard her brother call from inside.
“I don't have a minute!” she snapped, but inside, she as panicking. She was on the verge of wetting herself, she realized, and that was not something she was willing to do at any time, much less right in front of her own bathroom. She banged on the door again.
“I said hold on,” Phil said calmly, and she wished that they were face to face so that she could punch him for that.
“I can't hold on,” she admitted, though she didn't want to. It was better than what was about to happen if he didn't open the door.
But he didn't. She crossed her legs and bounced her knees, but no matter what she did, it did not make waiting any easier. She could feel a leak escape into her panties and she pounded harder on the door with one hand while shoving the other between her legs, but still her brother refused to grant her entrance.
At last, it seemed her bladder had given up the fight, and though she gave it her all, a hot stream of pee began flowing out of her, puddling on the floor right in front of the bathroom door. She let out a growl of frustration, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as she wet herself.
And just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, Phil opened the door, laughing in her face and flaunting some device in his hand, “Gotcha!”
Already, she began plotting her revenge.
~X~
After successfully managing to steal the gadget from Phil, it wasn't hard for her to figure out how it worked. All she had to do was zap someone with it and then they would be overcome with the uncontrollable urge to pee. If she could hit him with it, she would have her sweet, sweet vengeance.
But her revenge would be superior, because she was going to target him at a time where his humiliation would be even greater- she was going to target him while he was hanging out with Keely. If he wet himself in front of his friend and crush, he would learn once and for all not to mess with Pim.
She saw the two of them outside together, and sat at the window, ready to aim and fire. Neither were paying attention to her, talking about something unimportant, and she had her finger posed above the button, pressing down just as the unthinkable happened. Keely dropped something and Phil immediately bent to pick it up, Keely following and landing directly in Pim's tranjectory.
Long story short, she missed.
~X~
Keely had no idea why she had to pee so terribly all of the sudden. She had been fine while at school, and fine walking home with Phil, but not long after stopping in front of his house to talk for a bit, she was suddenly overcome with a desperate need that she felt she wouldn't be able to control for long.
“I...I'm sorry,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. “But, I really should be heading home now.”
“Alright,” said Phil, looking a little confused. But she did not make any further excuses for herself, quickly setting off to get out of his line of sight.
When she was off of his street, she looked around to make sure that no one was watching before she grabbed herself. She was beyond humiliated to be doing such a thing, but she was so close to losing control that she really didn't have much of an option. Her bladder ached so terribly that it was hard to believe she had felt fine not ten minutes ago.
She bit her lip and whimpered, so desperate she could hardly breathe. It didn't make any sense, and she hoped that there was nothing wrong with her. But she could not worry about that too much when she had to put all her concentration into making it home as quickly as possible without incident. She was getting close, but she was also getting close to losing complete control, and had begun spurting in her panties periodically.
She could feel tears welling up at the pain of holding it, though she knew she preferred the pain to wetting herself. However, that was no longer something she could avoid, and she felt a warmth on her hand as she began to soak her jeans. She let out a small sob as she stopped, looking down to see the wet spot spreading and flowing down her legs. She could not believe that this was actually happening to her.
It did not take long for a puddle to form on the ground, but it did take surprisingly long for her bladder to empty. How on earth had she gotten that full and desperate in no time when she hadn't really had that much to drink?
Now she had to hope no one saw her as she finished her walk home, and she still had no idea what could have made her wet herself like this. |
Susan Murphy was scared.
She picked up her spoon and poked at the strange pile of mush that had been expelled onto the table. "You can't afford to be picky," General Monger had said. Susan really wished she could.
In fact Susan longed for a glass of wine to help her relax. Or maybe even just a cup of coffee. Instead they had given her a mug of water. Getting a cup of coffee in her size was probably ridiculously expensive anyway. How much did a cup of coffee cost? Two dollars? Three? And how many cups of coffee would fit in her mug? One hundred? Two hundred? Susan couldn't think straight!
She had to calm her breathing! This was a very big change and she couldn't panic her way through it. Panicking would get her nowhere. Instead, she put down her spoon and picked up the mug of water. She didn't realise how thirsty she was until she had downed half of its contents and was staring into the half-empty mug in thought. When was the last time she'd had anything to drink? Before the wedding? How long ago was that exactly?
"Are you going to eat that?"
Susan jumped in shock. It was that blob thing... Bob, right? He was eyeing her pile of mush hungrily and moving steadily towards it. Susan couldn't shake the memory of finding a cockroach in her food and had pretty thoroughly lost her appetite. Not that the state of her food was particularly appetizing mind you...
"I, uh..."
Bob was already melding with the edge of her dinner. "Hey, this is pretty good!" he exclaimed.
"Oh, um, okay..."
She'd managed to grow forty something feet taller over the course of about a minute at her own wedding, and now a pile of sentient blue goo was eating her gruel. Susan wasn't sure if her state of numb terror was a normal one in this kind of a situation, but she figured it wasn't a normal enough situation for her to have any kind of frame of reference. She lifted her mug with shaking hands and finished off her water.
"Leave the lady's meal alone, Bob. I'm sure after the day she's had she must be very hungry," said Dr. Cockroach.
Susan put down her empty mug as she glanced down at the small table on the floor. Or... regular sized table. She was the one who was abnormally sized, Susan had to remind herself. "I'm really not hungry," she said. "He can... have as much as he wants."
"Yay!" Bob exclaimed, oozing further into the mush. "I like the new monster. He's so nice!"
"She, Bob," Dr. Cockroach said as he pulled a rusty can out of his pile of trash. "Susan is a she."
"Give the guy a break, he's never dealt with a female monster before. It might take a while for him to understand the concept." This came from The Missing Link who, despite being some kind of fish man, Susan was beginning to suspect was the most normal of the bunch. He was at least eating something similar to normal food. After all, Susan liked fish! Though she didn't usually eat it raw...
A tube descended from the ceiling and inserted itself into Susan's mug. She watched as water gushed out of it and replaced the liquid she had just consumed. Watching the water pour into her mug reminded Susan of another problem.
She wasn't sure when the last time was that she had gone to the bathroom.
She could feel the growing pressure in her bladder, though it was only somewhat uncomfortable for the time being. That wasn't likely to stay the case, and she had no idea where she could go to relieve herself. She hadn't seen any giant toilets on her tour of the facility.
"Um... you wouldn't happen to know where there's a bathroom I could use, would you?" she asked.
The two monsters at the smaller table gave each other a look. Dr. Cockroach then turned to her. "Well, there's one just over there... but it's not exactly your... size..." he trailed off and Susan felt herself blush. This was ridiculous. She couldn't even use a normal bathroom for crying out loud!
"There wasn't a toilet in your cell?" asked Link. "I feel like Monger would've one put in your cell."
"I... didn't see one. No."
"Well, that is a bit of a predicament," said Dr. Cockroach.
Was she going to have to wait until someone next came to check on them? How long would that take? "Is there any way to talk to General Monger again?" she asked.
"Well, you could try banging on the walls some more," said The Missing Link. "That's sure to get someone's attention."
"Or, alternatively, if you would like to avoid getting in trouble, you could wave at the cameras. There's always someone watching," said Dr. Cockroach as he pointed up at the ceiling and then gestured towards certain spots on the walls. Susan looked in the directions he was pointing and could just barely make out cameras in strategic locations around the room. The idea of being constantly watched made her uneasy, but the pressure in her bladder urged her not to dwell on it. She had other things to worry about.
One of the cameras was at about shoulder height for her, so she got up and hesitantly walked over to it. "Hello?" she said. She waved a hand in front of it briefly and leaned over so that it could see her face properly. After a few seconds she stood up straighter and glanced around. Nothing was happening. She looked at Dr. Cockroach but the mad scientist just shrugged.
She backed away and looked around. Maybe she should approach one of the other cameras... but before she could make up her mind on what to do next she heard the distinct rumble of a very large door opening. A door next to the camera she had been waving at was opening slowly, and Susan waited patiently despite her growing need for a toilet. She still wasn't desperate, but she really didn't want to wait until she was to try and figure this out.
This time she was not greeted by General Monger, but rather a short woman with red hair and a small assortment of freckles on her nose. She was severely dwarfed by the giant door through which she had entered, but as she looked up at Susan with a stern expression she seemed much larger than she actually was. "Hello, Ginormica. My name is Susan," she said.
Susan? "Hey... my name's-"
"According to my file, your name is Ginormica. It was Susan, but that is not how I will be addressing you. Now what was it you needed?"
Susan felt her earlier apprehension return. She felt like she had completely lost her identity, and she wasn't sure how to go about getting it back. How could this woman be Susan? She was Susan!
"Ginormica?" the woman asked. "I assumed you wanted something. You were waving at the camera."
"I... was just wondering if there was a bathroom. For me, I mean."
The woman was silent for a moment. She didn't seem particularly shocked at the request, but she didn't seem pleased by it. "Oh, I see..." she paused and seemed to gather her thoughts. "We were kind of hoping you would be able to wait for a bit."
"Wait? Why?"
"We are working on it, I assure you. But we're having some trouble with the plumbing. Getting everything together in the right size for you is... difficult." Susan 2 shrugged. "I'm sorry."
It was a good thing Susan wasn't horribly desperate yet. She could wait for a bit, though how long she wasn't sure. She highly doubted the other monsters would appreciate her wetting herself. The necessary cleanup... "Oh," she finally said. "Um, how long do you think..."
"A few hours probably. Most of the pieces of the toilet are already put together. It's getting all the pipes in the right place that we're having the most trouble with. They're very large."
"Hours?!" Susan exclaimed. "I don't know if I can wait a few hours! I mean, I don't have to go all that badly right now, but in a few hours..."
Susan 2 shrugged again. "Really, we're sorry. We're working as fast as we can, but this is a fairly complicated project. We weren't exactly given much warning before you arrived."
Susan deflated and felt her bladder throb in protest. She really hoped she could hold it that long. She doubted there were many alternatives for the release of god only knew how many gallons of urine her bladder could hold now. "Okay," she finally said. "Just... keep me updated, please."
Susan 2 nodded and left through the large door while Susan 1 walked back to her chair and sat down, noting the largely bloated blob that was breathing heavily next to her dinner. He'd barely made a dent in it. She rested her chin on her arms and tried hard not to cry.
When dinner was done and cleaned up, a mechanical arm dropped from the ceiling and deposited a metal chest of some sort on the floor. "Toy box time!" Bob shouted, rolling off Susan's table with no concern for its height. He landed with a wet smack on the floor and joined Link as he rummaged through the mystery box.
"Toy box time?" Susan asked. She tried to get a good look in the box from where she was sitting but it was too small and too crowded for her to see properly from that distance.
"General Monger allows us the privilege of enjoying an assortment of unusual odds and ends to keep us occupied," said Dr. Cockroach, although Susan noted that he was not making any move to rummage through the chest himself.
"Toys to keep us from getting bored," said Link. "You can thank the prison psychologist."
"Oh," said Susan. The box was clearly too small to contain anything to occupy her, but the boys seemed happy with it. She sighed. She really needed something to distract her from her rapidly filling bladder. The pressure was far more insistent now, though Susan wasn't yet worried she couldn't handle it.
Her sigh appeared to gain the pity of the two monsters present with enough brain power to see how upset she was. They shared a quick look before Dr. Cockroach grabbed something from Link and scampered up one of the legs of her table, putting it down in front of her. It appeared to be a very small deck of cards.
"Care for a game?" he asked, as The Missing Link was working his way up the table. "I'm sure we can figure out the logistics."
"But-"
"I can hold the cards for you," The doctor said. "I assume they aren't too small for you to read? Insectosaurus doesn't seem to have any trouble with it."
"Since when does Insectosaurus ever play cards?" said Bob from the floor. "That's just... silly."
Dr. Cockroach rolled his eyes. "Just make sure he's on the other side of the room from you. He and Link are in cahoots."
"Hey, I'll have you know I play perfectly fair," said Link as he flopped his way onto the surface of the table. "I'm just very good at picking up on other people's tells."
Susan felt the insistent throbbing of her bladder. A game of cards might be exactly what she needed to get her mind off of things.
And it worked for a while. Susan rested her chin on the table so her eyes were relatively level to the cards in Dr. Cockroach's hands. They played Go Fish to make things relatively easy for Susan. It didn't require her to verbally communicate what she wanted to do to Dr. Cockroach, who basically acted as nothing more than a card holder. He seemed mildly irritated by that, but having lost his toy box privileges earlier, he didn't have much else to do with his time.
They played through a few games, two of which Susan won, before her bladder reminded her of its existence. It throbbed forcefully, causing the giantess the bite her lip and straighten up somewhat. Dr. Cockroach glanced upwards at her. "Is something wrong?" he asked, as Susan pressed her thighs together.
"I-" she shifted a little and crossed her legs. Comprehension dawned on Dr. Cockroach's face.
"Try not to dwell too much on it, my dear," he said. "Thinking about it isn't going to make them finish any faster."
"I know," Susan said. "I'm just getting really uncomfortable."
"How about we just keep playing," Dr. Cockroach said. Susan nodded and the three of them got back to their game. She didn't lean over as much this time though, not wanting to put too much pressure on her bladder. Dr. Cockroach held up the cards so she could see better and Insectosaurus roared from the other side of the room. "You just stay right where you are," the doctor said. "I won't tolerate any cheating."
They played a while longer, but Susan's bladder was making itself more and more known. It was throbbing forcefully and insistently now, and Susan found herself shifting every once in a while to get herself more comfortable. She knew her movements didn't go unnoticed by the other monsters and she felt highly embarrassed. At least they had been able to excuse themselves when they needed to. She was stuck right where she was.
When she was hit with a spasm that caused her to grab frantically at her crotch, Susan stopped playing. She shifted a bit and waited for her desperation to ease up. The boys gave her a worried look.
"I don't know how much longer I can wait," Susan said as she was finally able to unclench her legs. Her hands were still in her lap though, wringing each other desperately. "How many hours has it been?"
"Two," said Dr. Cockroach. He'd put the cards down and so had The Missing Link. "I highly doubt they've finished their work though. I'm sorry Susan."
"They have to be close though, right?"
"I really don't know. Other Susan wasn't very specific about what all needed to be done." Susan felt her bladder spasm again and she hunched over a bit. If this kept up she would be leaking very soon. "Try to hang in there."
"You okay for another round?" asked Link.
"I... don't think so," said Susan, as she massaged her leg desperately. "You guys can play without me."
Dr. Cockroach and The Missing Link stayed on the table as they continued their game. Now that Dr. Cockroach was in the driver's seat, the tables had turned significantly in his favour. Susan watched them play as she jiggled her leg urgently. She really needed to focus on keeping her bladder in check now, but she could afford to distract herself a little bit.
She found it hard to keep focus though, and shifted from watching the card game to glancing at Bob and Insectosaurus. Bob had a bunch of building blocks and was stacking them one on top of the other until they all fell over. He seemed to have no concept of structural stability, but watching his construct collapse seemed to provide the blob with considerable entertainment. Insectosaurus wasn't helping matters by stamping his foot occasionally, making Bob's tower fall over prematurely. Susan felt the rumbling of Insectosaurus' stomping jostle her bladder and she squirmed in her seat. Her bladder spasmed and pressed for freedom, but she clamped down on it hard. She really needed to hold it.
Susan was squirming uncontrollably now. She absolutely couldn't sit still and she knew Dr, Cockroach and The Missing Link were only pretending not to notice. Dr. Cockroach had won all of the five games since he'd taken over, leaving Link grumbling angrily. Susan's hands had made permanent residence in her lap, clutching at herself firmly. And then she leaked.
Under normal circumstances, Susan was sure nobody would have noticed, but physics just wasn't on her side today. Given the thickness of Susan's jumpsuit and the volume of urine contained in a simple leak... it was audible. And it was wet.
The other monsters heard the splashing of urine as Susan worked desperately to control herself. She was still seated on her giant chair, and the damage had luckily been contained to her seat... but she was very embarrassed. Susan groaned as her bladder calmed down a bit.
"Susan..." said Link.
"I know, I know. I'm trying," she ground out. She was blushing furiously and her eyes were clamped shut. She wasn't sure she wanted to see the looks on her new companion's faces.
"I think it's time to find out how your toilet's progressing," said Dr. Cockroach.
Susan nodded. "Good idea," she said.
When Susan 2 came through the door a second time she looked worried. "I'm sorry, Ginormica, but we're just not done yet."
Susan hadn't even bothered to get up from her chair this time. She wasn't sure it was a very good idea. "How much longer?" she asked.
"A couple more hours probably. We hit some stone that's particularly dense and-"
Susan groaned loudly and let her head drop to the table with a loud thunk. Both The Missing Link and Dr. Cockroach had to catch their balance.
"Really, we're doing the best we can..."
"I can barely hold it a few more minutes let alone a couple of hours!" Susan exclaimed. She was holding herself desperately and shifting her butt around on the chair. "There has to be something else you can do!"
"Well... some of us have been discussing the matter and..."
Susan felt her bladder spasm again and she shuffled forwards slightly. "What?"
"Well... you could use Insectosaurus' cell," said Susan 2.
Susan felt heat rush to her cheeks. "What do you mean?" she asked.
"Insectosaurus' cell is designed to drain his urine. It could handle anything you expel easily."
Susan had seen into Insectosaurus' cell when General Monger had given her that tour. There had definitely not been a toilet in there. What there had been was a giant glass wall that allowed people to see inside. "I don't think I want to-"
"With all due respect, ma'am," said Susan 2. "Given how badly you clearly need to go, I don't think you have much of a choice."
"Won't people see-"
"We'll keep people away from the window. You should have enough privacy."
Susan wanted to say no. It was a horribly embarrassing situation to be in, but her bladder was making up her mind for her. She felt another slight dribble escape that was once again clearly audible to everyone in the room. "Okay, fine," she said through clenched teeth. "As long as Insectosaurus is okay with it."
"Insecto?" said Link. "He's like a teddy bear. He won't mind sharing."
So the door to Insetosaurus' cell was opened, and Susan had to find a way to stand up without wetting herself. The task was very difficult, and once she was standing there was a brief moment where a small (or large, depending on whose shoes you were standing in) amount of urine escaped her bladder and splashed liberally onto the floor. She was able to contain the rest, but the embarrassment was enough to leave her face very red.
She shuffled awkwardly towards his cell, leaking twice on the way there. She suspected there was already a cleanup crew being sent to take care of her mess, but she didn't think about it for long. Soon enough she was inside her temporary bathroom, and the door was closing slowly behind her.
She spasmed again and poured another heavy amount of urine onto the floor.
Now that she was alone, Susan grasped desperately at the zipper of her jumpsuit. Her bladder was not happy with its current state and she felt more leaks escape as she tried to find the pull to her zipper. The weird part was that due to her size and slightly hunched position, none of it was dribbling down her legs. Instead it poured heavily from between her legs straight to the floor, splashing loudly.
But she couldn't stop leaking as she grasped the tag of her zipper and began to pull it down. The urine was pouring strait through her jumpsuit with each desperate leak. She couldn't stop the waterfalls of urine from escaping her though, even as she tried to pull her arm out of the sleeve. She had no control.
The urine wasn't spreading along her jumpsuit anymore than it already had, and Susan couldn't stop herself. Instead of stripping down, she gave in, and crouched until she was squatting just inside the door to Insectosaurus' cell. The worst of the damage was already done, so the giantess relaxed and let hours and hours of urine pour out of her enormous bladder.
The fabric of her jumpsuit wasn't even a hindrance as she expelled the torturous fluids, which splashed massively on the ground beneath her. Susan groaned as she felt the immense relief kick in. She absolutely could not hold back anymore. It felt like she was forming a new lake between her feet, but the liquid was quickly running towards a large drain in the corner of the cell. Susan wondered distantly if they were planning on installing something like that in her own cell after today's incident.
Her torrent continued for a while, until it died down somewhat and finally the last few splashes of urine escaped her previously full bladder. She let her bladder dribble to a stop and buried her face in her hands. The incredible relief she had just experience was certainly not enough to overpower her embarrassment.
Of course the first thing Susan did to start her new life in this place was thoroughly wet herself. She glanced down at the jumpsuit, glad to note that it was still all in one piece despite the onslaught it had just endured, though there was a patch of wet fabric between her legs about the size of her hand that was still dripping. At least it hadn't gone down her legs.
Unfortunately for Susan there was no shower set up for her yet, and when she left Insectosaurus' cell Susan 2 informed her that the facility had so far only made her one outfit. She would be stuck in her wet clothes for a while, so she sat down meekly in her chair and watched the other monsters continue their card game.
She really hoped this wasn't going to become a frequent problem now that she was giant. |
A/N: I used to love this show growing up, so I hope I can recapture the series pretty well. I always forget about all those Nickelodeon shows even though that was basically the only channel I ever watched back in the day. This story takes place around the time of “The Auction”.
There were a lot of problems that resulted from the pipe Addie had really, truly not meant to burst. There was the more obvious one of the dance they had to save, but there was also a less obvious, but much more problematic situation.
The bathrooms were out of service until the plumbing issues could be sorted out.
Of course, the school could not have no working bathrooms when it had so many students. Precautions had to be taken, and so they had temporary portable toilets set up just outside the building for anyone to use. It was a crude solution, but it was a solution nonetheless.
The girls, however, were a bit put out by this, and many refused to use them, preferring to hold it until they got home. Addie and Geena were among that group, and typically had no trouble waiting. They rarely found themselves pushing their limits and always made it home without incident.
But one day, things turned out a little differently for them. They weren't sure exactly where they had gone wrong, but at some point during their day, they had had more to drink than usual, and found that they really had to pee halfway through the school day, to the point that it was questionable if they would make it or not.
Still, there was not much they could do besides try to hold on. It was a long wait, sure, but they still were not willing to use the outdoor toilets. Waiting still seemed more worth it. It was just a few hours of waiting, after all, and then they could avoid the disgusting portable toilets without incident.
But Addie had her doubts about that. She had had a few close calls in her life, but she could not remember getting this desperate before. Simply sitting put too much pressure on her bladder and caused it to ache quite a bit, and she wondered if Geene felt anywhere near as bad as she did. Would it be more worth it for her to take her chances on the portable toilets?
“I think I'm gonna go outside,” Geena said suddenly, and Addie felt a little better knowing her friend had been considering the same thing.
“Me too,” she said, squirming as she did. But they paused, shuddering collectively as they thought of how disgusting it would be. However, a few bladder pangs later, and they were back to deciding to bite the bullet and go.
~X~
“I don't think I can do it,” Addie said, crossing her legs as she stood in front of the portable toilet. “I really don't know if I can.”
“Well, you're gonna wet yourself if you don't,” said Geena, who was bouncing up and down.
“So are you. Why don't you go first?” Her friend hesitated, and the two girls knew that it would take quite the effort to get either of them in there. But they were so close to wetting themselves that it didn't seem like there was much of an option.
“I think you have to go worse. You should go first.”
“No, really, I insist.”
“If neither of you are going, you should probably let someone else,” snapped a too-familiar voice. Maris stood, with Cranberry at her side, both looking quite a bit desperate themselves.
Though Addie still was not completely sold on going first herself, she was not going to let her archenemy in front of her. “Uh, how about you wait your turn like everybody else?”
“Yeah, we were here first,” Geena said, catching on. She could barely hold still as she spoke, though.
“Then go on in!” Cranberry said, exasperated. “We're not gonna wait our turn if you're waiting for nothing.”
Addie and Geena paused, looking at each other, urging the other to take the plunge and go first. When neither of them moved after a while, Addie said, “On second thought, we can wait. You guys can go first.”
“Finally, you're seeing reason,” said Maris smugly and started for the door, before pausing herself. Addie could tell by the expression on her face that she was just as reluctant as her and Geena. “Cranberry,” she said in a week voice, “I think you should actually go first.”
“No way, Maris, you've been waiting longer!” Cranberry said, and it was clear that this was not out of selflessness. It appeared that all four of the girls had the same reservations, despite the fact that all four girls were squirming with their legs crossed, clearly beyond the point of debate.
It was while those two were bickering about it that Geena's bladder gave in, deciding not to wait for her to get over her ridiculous fear a moment longer. She let out a small gasp that only Addie heard as a dark spot formed on her pants, spreading as she lost all control. When it leaked through her pants and began to splash on the ground, Maris and Cranberry took notice and started to laugh, both cringing as the laughter took a bit of a toll on their own bladders.
“Looks like somebody couldn't hold it,” Maris teased.
“What? Like you aren't about to wet yourself too?” asked Addie, quick to come to her friend's defense. Of course, she was about to wet herself as well, but she was not willing to admit that out loud.
“Th-that's...” Maris trailed off, unable to come up with a decent response as the pressure on her bladder took up so much of her concentration. She really was so close to losing control, but she could not bring herself to use the disgusting outdoor toilet. She bit her lip, squirming shamelessly.
She was at her breaking point, and she reached out to the door with a shaking hand, deciding once and for all to give in and go. However, her body had already decided to give in at that point, and also would not wait for her to get over her fear. She began to wet herself quickly, the stream running down her legs with no way for her to conceal what was happening.
Under normal circumstances, Addie would have been smug and dropped an I-told-you-so, but she actually felt a bit of sympathy for the girl, as well as a lot of fear for herself. After seeing both Geena and Maris wet, she knew that there was no way she could keep putting this off and end up in their situation.
She did not hesitate a moment longer, opening the door and hobbling in, a hand between her legs. She was just barely going to make it, and she felt a few spurts escape as she closed the door behind her.
Just as the door shut, she heard Cranberry squeal and the sound of liquid splashing on the ground. Yet another girl had wet herself, and though Addie really did not want to be added to that list, she had paused for too long to listen, and that, combined with the sound, pushed her over the edge.
Before she could even think about unfastening her pants, they began flooding with the contents of her bladder. It throbbed as it emptied, the relief washing over her as she sighed contentedly. She was humiliated that she had wet herself like the others, but she felt so good not having the hold it anymore.
When she had at last finished peeing, she swung the door back open and said, “So...we won't tell if you guys don't.” |
A/N: This was supposed to be at the bottom of my priorities due to my waitlist but I accidentally got inspired and wrote it now, please forgive me, other commissioners. Your work is on the way! Anyway, have some Eddie omo, set in animated series canon cos I'm a loser.
He didn't deserve to be here. He would have told anyone who listened that, and he honestly did believe it. Edward Nygma did not at all deserve to be here, and if that damned Batman had left him well enough alone, he wouldn't be. Never mind the fact that he did not consider himself to be crazy (how often people mistook genius for insanity!), he knew he was justified in his actions.
All he had been doing was trying to cover up his past, a past that should never have been revealed to the public in the first place. It wasn't his fault that his plans had backfired, anymore than it was that the whole debacle had started in the first place. He should have been allowed to carry out his revenge peacefully and move on with his life.
But that didn't really go over well with the jury, and that was how he found himself in Arkham Asylum for a period of rehabilitation that would last for an unknown amount of time. And there wasn't a thing he could do about it until he formulated some plan of escape, so for the time being, he had nothing to do but lie in his cell in between his meetings with the various psychologists.
This led to quite a few impromptu naps during the day, so, by nightfall, he was finding it incredibly difficult to fall asleep. This problem was only increased by an annoying pressure on his bladder that he was trying his hardest to ignore. He had managed to avoid such a predicament all day, but he had had to drink something at some point, and it was hitting him now.
He shut his eyes again, trying to push the thought out of his mind. If he could just fall asleep, it would be morning before he knew and then...well, what then? He would still have to pee, but much worse. The problem would not be solved by sleeping and he knew that, but there was no true solution to the problem at hand.
And the problem at hand happened to be that his cell was behind a glass window. A very see-through glass window. And there were people around, and though he was pretty sure the guy directly across from him did nothing but stare off into space all day, the space he stared into was dangerously close to Eddie's cell and there was always the chance that he was paying perfect attention and was watching, and he would see and-
He was shy. Despite his arrogance that he wore like an extra suit, he was painfully shy, particularly about matters of the bathroom. And the mere thought of relieving himself where somebody might see him caused his face to turn a dark red and his knees to tremble. It was out of the question.
But so was wetting himself, and though he wasn't bursting quite yet, he knew that was a possibility if he didn't go soon. There were bathrooms in the offices of his psychologists that he could use in relative privacy if he could get through the humiliating agony of asking them first, but he would have to last all night before his morning session, and if he couldn't sleep through it, the wait would be absolute agony.
He did not know if it would even be possible for him to hold it all night when he had not gone all day and his bladder was filling more and more by the minute, the pressure becoming greater. It would most likely not be possible, but he could not stand the thought of somebody seeing him and if his neighbor did not go to sleep, he would not be able to use the toilet in his cell.
He rolled over on his bed, rubbing his legs together a bit as he did. His need was increasing at a faster rate than he had expected, and he supposed that was due to his nerves. Of course, his anxiety over needing somewhere private to relieve himself would only make the problem worse. It was hilariously ironic how things worked like that, but he was not particularly amused at the moment.
If he just ignored the man across the hall, who probably was ignoring him in return, it would all be over with in no time, but no matter how he tried to convince himself to do just that, he could not. He knew that he could try as hard as possible, and he still would not be able to overcome his ridiculous bladder shyness.
He grit his teeth crossing his legs tightly and rocking back and forth on his bed. He was getting to the point where he was incredibly desperate, and it hadn't really been that long. There was no way he was going to make it. His bladder was so swollen that if he ran a hand over his stomach, he could feel a bump from it- but when he did this, even his slight touch was agony, so he stopped immediately.
Just get up and go, he told himself. It's not that hard. But he knew that it was that hard for him, and, damn it all, if he didn't get over his issues soon, he might burst. He had been in quite a few desperate situations in the past, but he could never remember having to pee this badly.
He felt close to tears when a spurt escaped, and reflexively grabbed his crotch to stem the flow. He blushed heavily as he realized what he was doing, but it felt so much better that he could not bring himself to stop. His bed squeaked a bit beneath his as he squirmed, crossing his legs a bit tighter around his hand.
His bladder ached, practically begging him for relief, but he held on, his mind still too conflicted. He wanted to use the toilet like a regular person, he wanted to not care about the situation as much as he did, he wanted to end the throbbing pain in his lower abdomen, and he wanted to avoid wetting himself at all costs, but his neighbor was still awake and still staring (Eddie was facing away, so he couldn't see all the crotch grabbing, at least). And as long as that was the case, he would not be able to go.
When he leaked again, he wanted to sob, but of course, he didn't. He just clenched the fist of his free hand and bit down hard on the inside of his cheek. His face was a bright red both from his humiliation and the sheer effort of holding it.
He was so full he felt like a well-placed nudge would cause his bladder to pop, and every movement gave him a feeling of being sloshed. He was not going to last much longer, and he knew it, and though it took all of his willpower to do it, he stood up. Good. That was progress.
The harder part was actually doing it, but a spasm shot through him that caused him to double over, grabbing himself even tighter. He looked over his shoulder to see his neighbor, in the same pose, with the same facial expression as all day. He really wasn't paying a bit of attention to what Eddie was doing. That was good. He couldn't listen to his shyness anymore anyway.
He could barely walk, he was so full and close to losing control, and each step he took jostled his bladder and caused another leak. He clamped down and took delicate steps until at last he reached his destination.
He realized too late that he was not at all accustomed to the Arkham jumpsuits, and that he did not know the most convenient way out of it for this. He could take it off at the shoulders, but that seemed like such excess for a simple task, and if someone walked by, it would take him too much time to get it back on...
His over-thinking turned out to be his downfall, and he teared up, quietly sobbing, “No,” as he felt his bladder give out, a strong torrent of piss gushing out. His gray jumpsuit quickly darkened as the wet patch spread, running down his legs and splashing on the hard, white floor.
His shoulders shook as he tried to fight off tears, his face burning. He really and truly had done it; he had wet himself like a child with a toilet right there. He would have to tell a guard what he had done so he could get clean clothes and the puddle taken care of, and soon everyone wold know what had happened to him.
His bladder cramped from how distended it had been. He had peed for a full minute, and still his neighbor seem completely oblivious, proving that he could have gone a lot sooner with no problem. The relief was overwhelming, but so was the humiliation.
He knew now that he could not wait out his rehabilitation. He would have to find a way to escape soon, both to avoid the jeers he would surely get once the story got around, and to avoid ever ending up in this situation again. |
A/N: Now that I'm on summer vacation, it's a little bit easier to power through these commissions. My job has been giving me more hours, but that's not affecting me as much, and I always write on my breaks.
“Are you sure these aren't dangerous or anything?” asked Dana.
“I'm certain they won't hurt any of you in any way,” said Quinn. “The real question is whether or not they'll work, and that's why I was hoping you all could help me test them.”
“I'm sure they'll work great,” said Zoey, smiling at her friend. Quinn had created a new type of energy drink that was supposed to make whoever drank it become filled with a healthy amount of energy, no matter how tired they were. The girls had been asked to sleep different amounts the night before in preparation of the experiment.
“If you're sure,” said Nicole, before they all took a drink and downed it.
~X~
It did not take long before the drinks began to take effect. Each girl soon began to feel as if they had had a perfect and restful night of sleep the night before, and were more than ready to take on the day. It really seemed that Quinn had outdone herself with this creation and that she had found a great solution to a common problem, with absolutely no catches.
Dana didn't think anything of it when was hit by an urge to pee, and when it began to increase rapidly, she did not think to relate it back to the drink sample. All she could really think about as it got bad was how hard she had to try to hold it until she could get to a bathroom.
However, that didn't look like it was going to be an option any time soon, seeing as she was stuck in a class with a teacher notorious for not letting students go during class time. If she asked, she would surely be turned down, and so she held on, ignoring the pulsing in her bladder as much as she could.
By the time she was out of her class, she could barely walk without leaking. She bit her lip, her breath short and labored as she struggled to hold on. She decided to bypass the ridiculous lines in the school bathrooms and headed straight for her dorm, feeling herself leak a little.
The leaks did not stop coming after that, and by the time she had reached the bathroom, she had a sizable wet patch on her pants. She had just barely made it, but she would still have to change before she could go back out. She hadn't wet herself completely, but she had still wet herself, though she was at least glad she had not been spotted.
~X~
Nicole hoped that no one could tell how desperate she was. After all, it might get around that she was about to wet herself in public, and then she would probably get laughed out of every room she entered. And then how was she ever going to get a date? It was out of the question for her to show her need.
But she really did need to go pretty terribly, and she didn't even know why. It was kind of strange that she was more desperate than she could ever remember being in her entire life, when she hadn't done anything that different. She had all but forgotten about the energy drink, also not thinking to draw any connections there.
She tapped her foot on the floor, trying to take her mind off of things. It didn't really do her all that much good, though, and she knew that it would not be long before she wet herself, especially if she didn't find an easier way to hold it. She squirmed, still trying to be subtle, but the pounding in her bladder did not subside in the least.
Finally, she asked to go to the bathroom, and was luckily given permission. Each step she took was torturous on her swollen bladder. She realized with sudden horror that she was not going to make it, but still picked up the pace in hope that walking quicker might save her yet.
Of course, it only made things worse, and by the time she reached the bathroom door, it was too late. A strong torrent of piss came rushing out, soaking her clothes immediately and hitting the floor, forming a puddle at her feet. No one was around to see, but her face still burned in humiliation as she wet herself. The relief was nice, she couldn't deny, but now she had to get herself cleaned up and changed before anyone started to wonder about her.
~X~
Of course, around this time, Zoey began feeling similar effects. She couldn't sit still, and she wondered what on earth had her in such a state. She realized that the energy drink was all she had had, and wondered if that was the cause. It didn't really surprise her, that something of Quinn's had a bad side effect, especially when it had been working so well, but she did feel bad that her friend would have to fix it a little more.
She didn't spend much time dwelling on that, though, as her concentration soon had to switch to focusing on her bladder. She excused herself from class quickly, her walking slowing considerably as she tried to make her way to a bathroom. She was so far from one that she didn't know if she would make it at all.
By the time she was at the bathroom door, she had to keep a hand between her legs to keep herself from losing control. She was lucky that there was no one around to see her as she burst into bathroom, squirming and dancing. She was doubled over, walking so slowly a snail could have beaten her by now, and her pace did nothing to help her situation.
She felt a jet run down her legs, and tightened her grip, but she knew already that it was too late for her. She groaned, still trying to hold back as she lost control, soaking her jeans quickly. She was glad the bathroom was empty, but also quite a bit put out that she had been right there and still hadn't made it.
It took her quite some time to finish wetting herself and, when she was done, she knew there was two things she had to do. First, she had to get changed, and then she had to go have a talk with Quinn.
~X~
Quinn had been working on another experiment for quite some time and had not noticed the pressure on her bladder until it was suddenly very unbearable. She crossed her legs and bounced up and down on her knees, trying to finish up what she was doing before she left. Even knowing she was on the brink of wetting herself, she still could not bring herself to leave a task unfinished.
She knew, of course, that this had to be a negative side effect of her drink. She had not done anything else to become this desperate, and she started to wonder how she could fix this problem. She could not think of anything off the top of her head, but, then again, her desperation kept her from being able to put one hundred percent into her efforts.
Just as she was about to take her much needed break, Zoey burst in, accompanied by Dana and Nicole, who had eventually put two and two together. They were all clamoring for her attention, demanding to know why she hadn't told them about the potential risks involved.
She scrambled to explain to them that she really hadn't known and that she was in the same predicament, so could they please let her through? But they could not hear her over their own talking, and she could not get past them in time.
They all fell silent when they noticed the look on her face as she began to wet herself and stepped back a bit. She gave a sigh of relief, only a little bit humiliated. She was more relieved than anything, and knew she couldn't waste any time worrying about the fact that she had wet herself when she had side effects to work out and friends to placate.
When she had finished, she said, “I suppose we can say that the experiment needs a little tweaking.” |
Braxton was a shy kid. A kid who hasn't ever been away from his parents. Until this summer when he was going to a summer camp. He was in the backseat of the car of the car extremely nervous about summer camp. He was sweating and scared. He was forced into it, and didn't want to go, but he was too scared to back down now.
Braxton and his family, father, sister, mother, and his two older twin brothers. He had been shaking so much that his brothers asked what was wrong, which made him embarrassed. He looked up and saw a tall man with short hair, blue shorts, and a white shirt with a blue outline. He was wearing a necklace that said "Stoneworth Summer Camp" on it. The tall man was a councelor. He saw other kids playing near the lake, in the forest, and saw many evergreen trees around him.
"I tell you, Brax, you are going to love it here. All of the kids here have so much fun, and socialize everyday. We also do a bunch of activities," the counselor, named Garrett, told him. Braxton turned around and hugged his family, everyone said they loved him and walked back down the path to their car, and before he could say goodbye they were gone.
"Let's show you to you cabin, you'll be staying in the Red Cabin," the Counselor told him. He had been nervous, would he be sleeping with other kids? He thought the worst, what if he wet the bed, what if they bullied him? He had been shaking so much, the counselor noticed, "You okay kid? Don't worry, they will be nice," his words didn't help, Braxton was still afraid.
"Welcome to your cabin, kid! Everyone, this is Braxton. Braxton this is Rick, Nate, and Jeff," he was too scared to say hello, and the counselor left before he could ask for anything. Braxton put his heavily packed bags on his bed, and unpacked while the other kids gave him a cold stare.
"Hey, you! Wimpy kid! Why are you here, beat it and go home." Jeff exclaimed, while the other two laughed agreeingly. Braxton was scared, he thought they'd be nice just like the counselor said. They weren't, they were just the normal bullies. He was scared.
"I-I'm s-sor-"
"I- I- I-, Stop stuttering you idiot!" Rick told the scared kid. Braxton didn't know what to do. He never wanted to be here in the first place, and now he has to be stuck in a cabin with these guys! After all, Braxton was a skinny kid who didn't look very strong. These guys looked like they have been working out since birth. They looked like they could push you across the room with a poke.
"Hey listen, you can stay in this cabin, and we'll stop pestering you, if you can stay out in the haunted forest for the whole night," Nate told the kid, "The last kid to go out there was rumoured to either have been lost and died or was eaten alive by a bear. All they found was his jacket." At this moment Braxton was shaking so much, but his response was the worst part.
"I-I'll do it," was he crazy?! Did that really come out of his mouth? He urged himself to take back the response, but it was too late.
"Very well then, meet us in 20 minutes, just as the sun will set, we will bring you to the forest."
"Ok"
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"You ready kid?"
"Y-Yes," Braxton was just about the enter the forest. He had started walking when realizing he needed to use the restroom. His nervousness didn't help.
Thirty minutes later, Braxton was practically holding himself and begging that he could just leave the camp entirely, rush home, and feel the warmth of his bed. No, he was stuck here. He wished it was over, just then a rush of desperation filled him. He thiught about what he could do to realease his bladder. He couldn't go into the woods, it was haunted, and he was too scared. He would just wait until he got to "the spot" to use the restroom. Unknown to him, it was thirty minutes away.
Twenty five minutes later and he still wasn't there, yet. He felt tiny spurts release into his underwear. He noticed something at that moment, he was all alone. He could just piss in the middle of the trail. He looked down quickly and tugged at his zipper, but it would budge.
"Gah! It's stuck! No, no, it just can't be!" Braxton had tugged and tugged, but it was futile. He put his hands by his side and clenched his fists, he squeezed his thighs together. His eyes brimmed with tears, and then dripped down his dry cheeks. He then heard a loud sound.
A roar.
His eyes opened wide, he was scared out of his mind. He heard it again, much louder this time. Braxton's bladder couldn't take the pressure anymore. His bladder collapsed.
All the piss inside of him released, staining his jeans, darkening them and covering them fully. The stinch of urine was throught the cold air. He blushed and sobbed. He stood still in one place, his long hair hanging down as he filled the forest with a loud cry.
Braxton rushed into the clearing where he found a nice spot. He laid down and covered himself with his jacket, and slept away the shame of having an accident.
It was 11:00 in the morning, and everyone was wondering if Braxton had died, but he returned out of the forest. His pants were dry by then, and he was seen as a hero. Those kids were just trying to get rid of him, but seeing that he survived made them surprised, and they idolized him.
Until he had another accident...
I'll write pt.2 soon. |
Per bashfulbeauty16's suggestion. This is the first scene that came to mind while watching the movie. Much shorter than I usually write, but I was a bit hesitant, as this is my first attempt at actual fanfiction, not using original characters. Spoilers, I suppose, though nothing too bad, I think? Still, if you're highly invested in keeping each plot point of the movie a surprise, maybe don't read :) Hope you like it!
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While Ultron's army of robots buzzed about the citadel, creating who-knows-what, Natasha Romanoff sat in her cell, hunched over a makeshift telegraph, clicking out a message she could only hope Barton would find.
Being trapped in a Sokovian prison cell by a psychopathic, artificial-intelligence-gone-wrong-wielding superbot may have been a new experience for the Black Widow, but she never lost her faith in her best friend and their team. She knew that Hawkeye would be able to find her coded message and bring the Avengers. Still, New York was a long way from Eastern Europe, and her cell was lacking in numerous necessities. Most specifically, a toilet.
Natasha winced slightly as her bladder twinged. As a Black Widow, she'd of course been trained to ignore her bodies need, or put them off for far longer than most humans could handle. It came in handy during a fight, or an extended interrogation. Now, however, she wasn't fighting. She was just...stuck, for at least several more hours.
Satisfied that her improvised telegraph had worked, Natasha leaned back against the cell wall. She was crashing hard off the adrenaline high of the past few days. Her muscles ached, she was hungry, and she had to pee. In the stone and concrete room, she wasn't likely to find solace for her sore body, and she was certain Ultron had no intention of feeding her or letting her out to use the bathroom.
Sighing, she slid onto the floor, resting her head on her arm and twisting her lower body for a bit, trying to find a position that would allow her a few hours of sleep. Pangs from her lower abdomen signaled her bladder's fullness, but she studiously ignored them. There was nowhere to pee in the cell, and sleep was more important now, anyway.
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Across the Atlantic Ocean, Clint Barton's eyes lit up as he was scanning through old spy channels. A series of familiar clicks told him that he'd found Natasha's message. Listening carefully, he wrote down the abbreviated information.
After a hectic few minutes, and the addition of several unexpected new team members, the Avengers were safely aboard the QuinJet. In the cockpit, Hawkeye clenched the controls fiercely, eager to find his friend.
In the back of the plane, Dr. Banner fidgeted nervously. Bruce knew that the rest of the team was gearing up for a final battle against Ultron; he just wanted to make sure Natasha was safe.
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Hours later, Natasha woke up to the sound of clanging metal and chaos. Years of training allowed her to wake up quickly, instantly taking in her surroundings. The cold, stone walls of the Sokovian military complex, the thick, iron bars of the cell...
With a frustrating shock of awareness, Natasha felt a large patch of sticky, cool dampness around her thighs. A glance down showed her a rather sizable puddle on the stone floor - she'd wet herself in her sleep.
Before she could consider the matter any further, she heard a sound that was simultaneously welcome and unwelcome.
"Natasha!" Bruce called, frantically searching through the desolate halls of the Soviet-era citadel. "Natasha!!"
An unexpected wave of embarrassment crashed over Romanoff. Of course, Banner had to be the one to find her. The one team member who she wanted to see her as more than a colleague, more than a capable fighter. Clenching her jaw, she called out "In here!"
Bruce stumbled around the corner, carrying an almost comedically large gun. "Thank God!" he cried. "I'm gonna get you out. Here, I brought a key," he added with a bashful grin, indicating the weapon.
Natasha attempted a smile and pressed herself against the wall as Bruce shot out the lock. Dropping the gun, he shoved the gate open and rushed to Natasha's side as she pulled herself to her feet.
"Are you hurt?" Bruce asked, cupping her chin to look into her eyes. "We got here as fast as we could. Did he do anything to you?"
Natasha was stunned to feel tears welling up in her eyes. This was far from the worst scrape she'd gotten out of, yet she was somehow so grateful to see Banner. "I'm fine," she murmured, shaking her head slightly.
Banner's eyes swept down Romanoff's body, checking for blood and injury. With a start, he stopped on the puddle on the ground next to her. Slowly, he glanced upward, this time noticing the subtle streaks of wetness down the legs of her black catsuit.
Seeing Bruce recognize her accident, Natasha drew in a slightly shaky breath.
"Nat..." Banner whispered, his dark eyes full of concern.
Under any other circumstances, Natasha would have shaken it off. She would have made some sarcastic quip about the lack of amenities in the cell, or maybe snapped something about the greater importance of the mission.
But Banner was different. He knew what it was like when you did things out of your control. And she was exhausted and sore and entirely unsure of how they could possibly beat an army of robots, led by a self-aware intelligence program created by the two smartest men she knew.
Eyes glistening, Natasha met Bruce's anxious gaze. Objective, she'd been through much worse, but somehow, wetting herself felt like the last straw.
"I don't know if I want to do this anymore," she said, her voice trembling slightly.
Without a second through, Bruce wrapped his arms around the deadly assassin, hugging her tightly. "Then don't," he mumbled into her hair.
A single tear slid down Natasha's cheek as she let herself melt into Banner's protective embrace. "What choice do I have?"
With a steely determination rarely seen from the soft-spoken doctor, Bruce pulled back and stared intently at Natasha. "I mean it," he said sincerely. "I can't put myself around innocent people again, and you..." His gaze softened. "...you've done enough."
Natasha hesitated, still feeling the cold wetness of her accident on her legs. "You mean it?" she asked. "You'll come with me?"
Two days ago, Bruce never would have agreed. But now, seeing Romanoff in front of him, all he wanted to do was run away, taking her with him, making sure no one every hurt her again.
"Yes," he whispered.
And while the Avengers dashed about the city, evacuating the residents, Black Widow took Bruce Banner's hand, heading off for a quiet life of their own. |
Ryuko Matoi's day was going pretty badly. She had challenged Satsuki Kiryuin, dictator of Honnouji Academy and murderer of Ryuko's dad, to a fight. After all, Ryuko had recently received an incredible power boost in the form of a Kamui uniform, she could absolutely destroy the underlings sent her way, and she was fueled with rage to give her strength. She just wasn't expecting Satsuki to have a Kamui of her own, and she was a lot better at using its strength. Ryuko was getting her very exposed ass beaten.
“Ryuko, if you keep up this blood loss, you'll lose consciousness in ten minutes.” And her situation wasn't helped by Senketsu, Ryuko's Kamui and the reason she was dressed so skimpily at the moment, telling her that she was going to pass out. It'd probably be helpful to have battle clothes that kept her aware of her physical condition, if he knew when to shut up.
“Well, maybe if you weren't sucking me dry, I wouldn't be passing out! Stop slurping my blood and let me fight Satsuki Kiryuin!” Ryuko was already in a bad mood from the fight, and it was made worse having a hungry leech for a uniform, let alone one showing off far more skin than she was comfortable with.
“Lack of blood isn't the only problem with bodily fluids you're having right now,” Senketsu continued to state. “You've also got an increasing excess of...”
“I KNOW,” Ryuko interrupted, eyes wide in her haste to get him to stop talking. “I know, so please be quiet about it. I've got a fight to take care of, I can deal with...that after I'm done.” She was covered in pain courtesy of Satsuki, but she also had to deal with the problem she had brought in. While still trying to look tough, she discreetly rubbed her legs together to relieve a little extra pressure.
“Alright, if you insist on fighting, you better make it fast. You're quickly losing time on both fronts.”
“I'm already on it, Senketsu! I'll show this Kiryuin bitch who she messed with...” Ryuko was interrupted by Satsuki charging in with her sword, which Ryuko barely blocked. Even with her Scissor Blade intercepting Satsuki's Bakuzan, the force behind the strike was intense, strong enough to send Ryuko tumbling backwards really far, where she bounced multiple times across the concrete ground. Senketsu's armor prevented it from hurting anywhere close to as much as it should, but Ryuko still winced whenever she landed on her stomach, forcing waves of shock and discomfort through her body.
Ryuko stopped her flight by stabbing her Scissor Blade into the ground, slowing her to a final halt on one knee. She bit her bottom lip to cope with the pain and threw one of her hands between her legs, thankful that her Scissor Blade was wide enough at the angle she twisted it to, enough to cover her actions in the kneeling position.
“Your situation is only getting worse, and you're losing time faster and faster. Unless you've got a secret technique to win right now, I'd advise a hasty retreat.”
Ryuko Matoi was a girl of pride. She never wanted to run away from a fight, and had only done so before because of Senketsu's vampiric fuel. But he was right, Satsuki was clearly winning, and Ryuko's personal problem was not helping at all. There was no way around it; even if Ryuko could hold her own and keep blood levels up, her overfilled bladder was going to be the end of her.
In her defense, it really wasn't Ryuko's fault that her bathroom needs had been neglected. She had passed out three times in the last week from blood loss, and Mako's dad had told her to increase her fluid intake to combat that. Ryuko wouldn't trust the man with surgery, but he was still a doctor, and she heeded his judgment. Also, with the Mankanshoku family in a poor no-star slum, their water usage was limited to certain hours, meaning Ryuko couldn't do her business in the middle of the night, even if she was already awake at those hours the night prior because of nightmares. She was planning to use the school's toilets before homeroom, but Satsuki had to show off her Junketsu Kamui as soon as she arrived on school grounds.
And there was one final reason that Ryuko was in the situation she was in now, an embarrassing reason. Senketsu was a sentient outfit. He could talk (even if it was only to Ryuko), he could think, he could move on his own in some capacity, he had one working eye, he was as human as Ryuko in everything but shape. With that in mind, she really didn't feel comfortable with using the bathroom while wearing him, like there was someone else standing in the room watching her. It was bad enough that he was exposing almost all of her body to every other student at Honnouji Academy, but his very nature as clothes meant he was too close to the parts he kept covered, worse when Ryuko needed to do something with those parts. She had skirted the issue so far by taking him off whenever nature's call needed answering, but it wasn't easy to get down to her underwear with Mako's family of perverts hanging about. Basically, this meant Ryuko was going from bursting point to bursting point, and that strain weakened her. It also didn't help that, in his transformed state, Senketsu's bottom parts were very tight against Ryuko's nether regions and that was very uncomfortable.
Ryuko hesitated, before agreeing to Senketsu's warning. “You're right, we need to get out of here now, while there's still a chance.”
“I don't think we have that time, Ryuko,” Senketsu shouted. “Watch out!”
Ryuko looked up to see Satsuki charging towards them, her sword held out to her side. With the Scissor Blade buried in the ground, Ryuko couldn't stand up with her weapon in time to counter the attack, the best she could do was brace for the pain. Unexpectedly, Satsuki didn't use the sword, she instead grabbed Ryuko, throwing her high into the air, helpless, until she came hurtling down, making a crater in the concrete. Ryuko tried to stand once again, until her arms gave out and she collapsed on her stomach, butt raised high, a position not conducive to keeping pee in. “That's it, I'm done,” she declared as Senketsu transformed from battle mode back to the school uniform.
Satsuki stood above the nearly unconscious Ryuko, her Bakuzan pointed straight at the ground and both of her hands on the hilt, standing majestically above her inferiors. “You lack resolve, Ryuko Matoi, as does your Kamui! He transformed back to protect you when you fell instead of continuing to fight!” She took one hand off the sword, bent down, and lifted Ryuko by the throat. “As you are now, you are no more than an animal in an exhibitionist's cloth!”
Ryuko's eyes opened slightly and she tried to smile, but with almost no energy and a lot of urine being held back draining what was left, it didn't come out very sincere. Still, she retorted, “then how do you explain your outfit? What happened to that Junketsu purity you were yammering on about?” Now wasn't the time to make Satsuki angry, but Ryuko had spunk and she wasn't giving that up.
Satsuki dropped Ryuko on the ground to monologue. “This is the form in which a Kamui is able to unleash the most power! The fact that you are embarrassed by the values of the masses only prove how small you are! If it means fulfilling her ambitions, Satsuki Kiryuin will show neither shame nor hesitation, even if she bares her breasts for all the world to see! My actions are utterly pure!” She held her sword out, about to deal the final blow.
Mere seconds before the metal struck Ryuko, something slid between the two, stopping the attack. The sound of a Hallelujah would usually indicate death and the afterlife, but to Ryuko, it just meant Mako about to make a speech. And, just as expected, “Come on, Ryuko, get naked! I know for a fact that you, yes you, are not inferior to Lady Satsuki. Your boobs are way bigger than hers! Way bigger! I know 'cause I saw them! 'That Ryuko,' my family said, 'she's got a great rack!' We were all talking about what a splendid body you have! So perk up and stop being embarrassed! Rip your clothes off and get naked!”
I'd really like to, Mako, Ryuko thought. I'm running out of modesty here, I'd take my clothes off right here and take a leak if I had the strength. If I wasn't so embarrassed, I wouldn't be having this problem in the first place, it's starting to be more trouble than it's worth. Wait...what did Satsuki just say? Something like being embarrassed makes me small, showing no shame?
Satsuki wasn't about to attack Mako, but she was still very fierce, worthy of her position. “What kind of nonsense are you shouting, Mankanshoku?”
Suddenly, Ryuko was able to stand once again, a second wind overcoming her body. “What she said ain't nonsense... it ain't nonsense at all! I finally get it now. I need to get naked. Putting on a Kamui means becoming one with you. It means you, becoming one with me. That's what it means to master wearing you! Isn't that right, Senketsu?”
“Yes, that's right, Ryuko! But...you've still got a very serious problem to deal with, are you sure you're still up for a fight?”
“Yeah, I've got a surge of adrenaline running through me, I've got this!” She grabbed the bracelet apparatus on her right wrist and pulled the pin, drawing blood to power Senketsu. The surge of power ran through her clothes, and they underwent the transformation back into combat gear. “Life Fiber Synchronize, Kamui Senketsu!” Senketsu looked mostly the same, but he felt completely different, like he was more “present”. “This is what it's like to really wear you! I was ashamed of you, disconnected from your presence, and that's why you needed so much blood! And now that I'm proud to be using you...”
“That little blood I just took was more than enough, Ryuko! Though, even with all this extra power, I really don't think you...”
“Don't say it! Just have faith in me, Senketsu, I can do this! Just, try and put your strength on...that part, so I can focus on Kiryuin, okay?”
“I'll do what I can, Ryuko. But, as your clothes, I implore you not to have an accident.” With Senketsu ready to assist, Ryuko picked up her Scissor Blade again, and pointed it at Satsuki. Ready for round two, they dashed at each other, their swords colliding, their wielders unmoving as gale force winds resulted from the strike and the ground cracked beneath their feet.
Suddenly, the tides of war had shifted. Ryuko was now strong enough to hold her own against Satsuki, and was even pushing her back. Dashes, flips, air combos, helmsplitters, Ryuko's offensive was unrelenting, and Satsuki had to parry the blows. Ryuko felt invincible, or she would if there wasn't severe cramping in her abdomen, and not for the reason she was used to. It wasn't as distracting or ready to burst open, but it was still incredibly urgent and getting worse. She wouldn't let herself put her hands between her legs as much as instinct wanted her to do it, but she had no choice but to rub her thighs and squeeze them together every so often, hope that Satsuki was too occupied to take notice.
Ryuko didn't quite get that luxury. As they were a foot from each other with their swords crossed facing down diagonally, Satsuki looked her over and smiled on one side of her mouth. “It appears that challenging you to a duel once you got here was improper of me, Ryuko Matoi.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“The cornerstone of a fair and honorable fight is not using tools that give a clear advantage over your opponent, as wisdom and skill should be the deciding factor for victory. But it seems I should have allowed you a visit to the restroom first.”
Ryuko let go of the blade clash and reeled back in shock, her mouth hanging open in shock. “W-what's it to you?! Senketsu, can you help me out a little more here,” she asked as an aside.
“I'm sorry, Ryuko, I'm doing as much as I can for you. You're about as full as you can manage at all. Only thing you can do now is flee.”
That assessment sounded very correct, but it was not what Ryuko wanted to hear. With Satsuki fully aware of her predicament and every bystander long since blown away by the battle, Ryuko dropped her Scissor Blade, buried her hands under the little skirt she had, and put her knees together to help just a little.
“But you can't run away now, Matoi. You agreed to this fight, and you have to see it through. Perhaps you need a lesson in picking your battles.”
“You're enjoying this, you Kiryuin bastard!” Ryuko was pissed, but she had other emotions going wild. Her eyes were shut tight, and a few tears starting running down her face. It had a lot to do with her almost flooding herself, but she was also mortified at where she was standing now. Everything was too much, she couldn't do anything anymore. It went against everything she had believed in for years now, but she had no choice: she had to give up. “Senketsu...I'm sorry.”
Senketsu couldn't say anything before it happened. Parts of him started feeling wet and warm, his eye opened as wide as it could as he made forced exhalation noises. But it was so much worse for Ryuko. She also had to deal with the feeling of pee streaming down her legs, but she also had it soaking into her thigh-high socks and puddling around her shoes. She had to deal with that feeling of liquid getting stuck against her sensitive bits and feeling really disgusting. It was warm for a second, but rogue winds came in and cooled them down really fast, chilling her limbs and making her feel cold. It was humiliating, to put it lightly.
Senketsu really couldn't do anything with this, getting completely drenched was interfering with his basic functions. With no control, he started flickering between normal clothing and combat forms, before losing consciousness on the school uniform. At the same time, Ryuko fell to her knees, getting herself even more wet, and let herself openly cry like the little girl she was acting like. Satsuki was the most important person in the school, everyone would know about this by tomorrow and be on her ass about it, why shouldn't she cry?
Satsuki sheathed her sword watching it happen and delivered another speech. “Let this be your lesson, Ryuko Matoi! You must be aware of your body and its status to win! You must be able to put your physical complications aside and let resolve carry you! Until you understand these facts of life, that Kamui is wasted on you.” She turned and walked back to the building to resume business, leaving Ryuko dripping in humiliation.
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Ryuko laid on her sleeping mat in the Mankanshoku household as every member of the family was fast asleep a couple yards away in the same room. Senketsu was hanging on the door frame, still a little damp but mostly dried. Mako's mom was nice enough to clean Senketsu when Ryuko walked in the door, no questions asked. He was still unresponsive, but he was just sleeping now rather than unconscious.
Still, Ryuko was up, and she needed something to talk to. “Senketsu...are you awake?”
His eye opened and looked down at Ryuko. “I'm here. I assume you want to tell me to never mention what happened today?”
“I'd appreciate it, but there's no point trying to forget it. Everyone at school's never going to shut up about the transfer student that challenged Satsuki Kiryuin, and wet herself in the fight. I can't believe I let this happen so badly, I'm 17! This hasn't happened to me since I was...actually, I don't want to talk about it.”
Senketsu chuckled quietly, but Ryuko still heard. “Is there a story behind that one, Ryuko? We both know I won't tell anyone else your secret.”
“...Fine. The thing is...I'm really scared of needles, I always have been, they terrify me. So one of my older schools required I get injections to stay, and I needed a lot of them. I can cope with one shot, but that many in a row...it was too much. I was...14.” Ryuko was clearly very ashamed about admitting that undisclosed bit of her life, but she still managed to laugh once. “I don't think I've gotten much better about that fear in the years since. You know, if Mako was awake right now, she'd probably say that sharing this makes us closer and better friends.”
“We've synchronized now, you've accepted me that much. Do you want to be friends, Ryuko?”
Ryuko smiled. “Yeah, I'd like that. Good night, Senketsu.” She rolled onto her side facing her new friend and closed her eyes, letting sleep take her. Tomorrow would be the dawn of a new morning, and Ryuko would prove herself to Satsuki Kiryuin, and the whole of Honnouji Academy. With a Kamui like Senketsu, she could beat anyone. |
The idea for this one came to me from a scene from a different fanfic. It was not an omo fanfic. So anyway, I think the situation I put Sylveon in is a bit more unique. I hope to see it catch on.
Hi my name is Pixie. I'm a Sylveon.
I was spending the day walking through the woods. Most pokémon thought that since I was a girl I didn't like this sort of thing but they were wrong. I had heard about a beautiful spring that was in the deepest part of the woods and I wanted to see it for myself so I was heading deeper in. It was a hot day so I made sure bring a lot of water.
After walking for a few hours I had drank all the water I brought with me. I had reached the deepest part of the woods and after searching for about an hour I had found the spring. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. There were flowers and berry bushes everywhere and crystal clear water. I decided to rest there a bit before heading back home. After about an hour I got all my stuff so I could head home.
Just as I was about to leave I started to feel a sensation between my hind legs. All the water I had drank had finally caught up to me and I needed to pee bad. I didn't want to take a chance of this turning into a problem later on so I decided to just go right then.
I went behind a big rock that was nearby so that I could be sure that I had some privacy. I had never gone outside before so I was a bit uncomfortable and a little worried that someone would see me. I looked around a few times just to make sure no one was around.
Once I was sure I was alone I made sure I was completely hidden and then squatted down to pee. I waited a few seconds but nothing happened. I concentrated as much as possible but I couldn't go. After trying for a minute it became clear that I wasn't going to be able to go no matter how long I squatted there so I just stood back up.
"I guess I can't go because I'm not used to peeing outside" I concluded.
I didn't have to go that bad yet so I decided to just wait until I got home. If I had to I could try again later but for now I was just going to head home. I was sure I would do fine.
After about 15 minutes the pressure on my bladder had started to increase and I was getting uncomfortable but it wasn't too bad yet. After 30 minutes I was squirming and I was really uncomfortable. At 1 hour I had started feeling waves of desperation as I walked. After feeling the fourth wave of desperation I decided to stop and try to go again.
"Maybe I can get myself to pee this time"
I went behind a tree and, after making sure I was properly hidden, squatted down so I could try to pee. I waited for five minutes but even though I was trying as hard as I could I couldn't pee. I started thinking about waterfalls to try to get a stream started but nothing happened and it was just making my need worse. I stood up and continued heading towards home.
"I was hoping that I would be able to go that time" I said dissapointed.
After 30 minutes had passed the waves of desperation had gotten worse and I had to stop and push my front paw against myself whenever a wave of desperation hit. After another hour and thirty minutes passed I had my hind legs crossed and my front paw pushed against myself in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure. It felt like my bladder was about to literally explode, even though it wasn't. I stopped walking as another wave washed over me. I decided to try to go one more time.
"I hope I can go this time" I said as I walked towards a nearby tree.
After I was behind the tree I made sure no one was around and that I was completely hidden. I then squatted down to pee and waited. Nothing happened just like before. "There has to be a way to do this" I tried imagining that I was sitting on my toilet at home or standing in my bathtub. Nothing worked.
"Why can't I go? I have to pee so bad, it shouldn't be this hard to do this." I said, upset that I couldn't relieve myself. I started to think of different solutions and started to stand up.
But halfway through the process of standing up the familiar urge hit me while I wasn't thinking about it. I squatted back down and tried to relax as a small trickle started to form between my hind legs. I kept my mind on nothing but relaxing. As I continued to relax the small trickle turned into a stream which slowly grew until I was peeing full force onto the ground below me.
I let out a big sigh of relief as I finally emptied my bladder of everything that was in it. Pee rushed out of me as I relieved myself after three previous failed attempts. The pressure on my bladder gradually disappeared as all of my pee poured out of it in a yellow stream before hitting the ground below. I spent two minutes peeing before the stream died down back into a trickle and then stopped.
I stood up and let out one more sigh of relief.
"It feels so good to have finally let it all out after having to hold it in for so long" I then noticed how big the puddle I left was and that I was standing in it. "Wow I had more in me than I thought. Oh well I'll just wash my paws off when I get home"
I then continued to my house while keeping in mind to start going to the bathroom outside for a few days so that I would be used to going outside if I was in this situation again.
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Edited May 19, 2015 by Lugia
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As promised, here is a MASSIVE project I have been working on. It is simply entitled "Eva" as it revolves around the life and thoughts of a female character, from her youth to her 40's. This probably not for everyone, as it will take a while to read through and there are significant portions which don't have any pee-related stuff at all. I'd also like to warn you that I found this difficult to write, as some parts are quite dark/sad but Eva is a complex character and I wanted to include all the details to show her evolution over time. This is very different from anything I've ever written before and I'm really nervous about posting it. I probably won't be writing anything else for a while, but I'd like to thank you all for your support and feedback. This is a wonderful community and I feel so fortunate to be able to contribute to it.
Chapter 1
Dr. Eva Lopez looked over her class of forty-some freshmen. Just three more lectures to go now and the semester would be over. She wondered if any of the students ever thought about how boring the instructor may find the material she was presenting. They always seemed selfish in a sense, unafraid to express their boredom in class, on the verge of falling asleep as they played around on their phones and laptops waiting for freedom. It seemed as if she was always fighting the temptation to tell them that they didn't need to show up, that no one was forcing them to sit through lecture after lecture, pretending to learn. They'd probably heard all of this from other instructors already, but she prided herself on being as professional as possible. She was constantly battling to prove herself in a prestigious field of work dominated by older males.
She was of Mexican-Caucasian descent. Her beautiful mother Angelina, working as a maid at a resort in Puerto Vallarta, had met a successful American businessman on vacation. She was only 19 and Brock was almost twice her age, but it was a way out of poverty and into a new life. Not to mention, he was handsome, wealthy, polite, and hopelessly in love with her. He had brought her back to Chicago where they had married just three months later. It was a wedding well beyond her humble imagination, with expensive wine, the best catering in Illinois, and over 1,000 guests. She had felt uncomfortable in her wedding dress; it was worth more than her family's cumulative wealth, a few times over.
Eva was born almost exactly one year after the wedding. Before she was three, her father had been transferred to New York and everything seemed to change. He visited them once a month, if that. They had tried to visit him at his condo in New York, but he was so busy with work that he didn't really have time to show them around The Big Apple. He simply came home well after midnight and gone to sleep next to his wife. Little Eva, curled up in her favourite blanket on the couch, could hear her parents arguing every morning through the bedroom door.
Finally after a year of his wife's pestering, Eva's dad had agreed to buy them a new home in New York so they could live together once again. Eva and her mom had preferred not to leave their cozy home in Chicago, but were happy just to be a family again. Eva was enrolled to start school in a private New York institution in a few months and they'd start moving over the summer once the house sale was finalized. Suddenly, her dad stopped communicating. There were no answers when his wife or daughter called. A desperate inquiry to the realtor revealed that the sale had fallen apart, but details were confidential. They contemplated calling the police to ensure he was okay, but a letter from Brock showed up in their mailbox before they went ahead with it.
The letter stated that he had fallen in love with his secretary at work and she was pregnant with his child. He was sorry about all of this, especially that he didn't have the courage to say this to them in person. He hoped one day he would be able to see both of them, but right now he was too embarrassed at his actions to say when that might be. He hoped they would accept this for now and not take him to family court. The package contained signed divorce papers transferring the full ownership of their house to Angelina as well as custody of Eva. There was also a cheque for half a million dollars.
Eva and her mother had been devastated and shocked by the news. Angelina still lived a traditional, sustainable life full of home cooking, gardening, and sewing. The money truly meant nothing to her and she wanted nothing more than to tear up the contents of the horrible letter and take the first flight back to Mexico. She had just had her life torn apart by her so-called husband and she needed nothing from that cowardly lying asshole. However, she owed it to her daughter to do better. Despite her sorrow, she quickly got Eva enrolled into a public school in Chicago and ready for kindergarten in September. The money was wisely invested in a variety of interest and dividend yielding investments which covered all their expenses until an adult Eva could use the principal for her education and life.
Eva had stubbornly set out to become the strong independent woman her mother raised her to be. She had refused to adopt her father's name, despite Angelina never officially switching back to her maiden name. She was not only brilliant at school, but also grew up to be beautiful. She stood 5'8 with a toned structure and amazing curves. Throughout her teenage years up to her current age of 40, she caused men to stare helplessly despite being accompanied by their wives, girlfriends, or children. She truly looked young for her age, staying in shape with a strict regime of yoga, cardio, and weights training. She had naturally wavy black hair and light brown skin to complement her perfect proportions. There was no makeup, hair stylist, or spa treatment needed to seduce any man she desired.
She had been quite promiscuous in her younger years, losing her virginity at 14. Fortunately, she was smart enough to avoid the risks of unprotected sex even at the early experimental phase; she always insisted on boys showing her a condom before she even let them go to third base. She had built an impressive list of sexual partners already at the age of 20. However, things changed drastically in her second-year psychology class, taught by a handsome thirty-something African-American PhD student named James. Eva had been captivated by him, but also the course. She was fascinated by the human mind and how well he understood it. She felt like he spoke to her each lecture. She wanted to be inside in his mind, to have him think of her at all times.
For the first time in her life, she moved to the front of the class, hoping he would make some sort of acknowledgement towards her. However, he seemed focused on delivering a well-organized lecture. She began revealing more and more skin as weeks passed by, with low cut tops and short skirts. She even went bra-less, but still failing to catch his attention for more than a passing glance. She suspected that her classmates thought of her as a slut, but she hardly cared. She had never cared what people thought of her.
She was perplexed by James' refusal to even look at her every now and then. All the other boys in the class stared at her every chance they got. She knew he wasn't gay. He had spoken bluntly about his own life experiences in certain instances, offering examples which related to various brain functions and human behaviours. He might have a significant other, but that surely wouldn't be enough to stop him from admiring the scenery a little? She was gorgeous- she never went fifteen minutes without being hit on or complemented!
She finally decided to visit the man's office during office hours. She still vividly remembered what she wore and exactly how the meeting had gone. She had strode in confidently in high heels on the overcast, yet warm Spring morning, wearing a tight black leather skirt and an even tighter red blouse with no bra. She had left the top buttons of the blouse undone, showing as much cleavage as possible without her boobs popping right out. Her sultry perfume followed her down the hall and into her instructor's office.
Dr. Lopez took a break from her twenty- year-old memories to look up at the giant clock behind her. There were still a couple minutes to kill before she would tell her students to quiet down and get out their optional assignments from last Monday. She had been absent-mindedly setting things on the desk in front of the classroom, preparing for the day's lecture. As always, there were students there early with their eyes locked on her, dressed sharply in tan dress pants and white blouse. She didn't really give the attention a second thought anymore- she was used to it. She cringed slightly as her thoughts reverted once again to that historic day, March 23rd, 1995. It was certainly not a proud event in her life, but it was an important one in shaping the woman she had eventually become.
Chapter 2
James looked up from his work, alerted by the knock at his open office door. He smiled pleasantly, welcoming the young lady in. "Ms. Lopez, hello! I was wondering if I'd see you at some point this semester!"
Eva could sense that he knew all along she would visit him eventually. It bothered her that he seemed to be able to predict her so easily. Yet, it also seemed to be the quality that intrigued her so much. His understanding of the human mind and calm, cerebral demeanor drove her nuts. He also seemed like a real challenge to drag into her bed, unlike all the other guys she had slept with. There really was no nobility in what she did. Basically any male she happened to be remotely attracted to had ended up inside her- high school jocks who looked good in muscle shirts, nerds who enjoyed the right comics, rockers in cool bands, older men with fancy rides, class clowns who made her laugh, drug dealers who could get her the best stuff. She really didn't care about the hearts she broke or what people thought. She attributed the entire gong show to a lack of a father growing up. She and her poor mother had been abandoned by that jerk named Brock who just happened to be her sperm donor. Fuck him. Fuck men. Fuck them all, literally and figuratively.
Eva was happy to see the office was vacant of other students. She had feared she might have to wait to get James alone. "Hi. I-I wanted to ask you about the role of pheromones in sexual attraction." Always the prepared and strategic type, Eva had purposely chosen a topic of a sexual nature, hoping it would lead to more interesting conversation. In all honesty, she found the course material pretty easy to understand. That didn't mean that it wasn't fascinating, though. She walked purposefully to his chair, stopping so she was just one foot away, facing him.
James nodded thoughtfully, as if digesting her question. He was a careful talker, always measuring up his own responses before opening his mouth. "Yes, that is an interesting topic- from a couple weeks ago, if I recall correctly. Is there anything specific you were wondering about?"
"Well, I have been doing some reading about this, just to... expand a little on what you covered in class. There seems to be some debate on exactly how they work with humans and if there is a significant impact."
"And what do you think?"
Eva looked at her instructor for a moment with surprise. He seemed to be a step ahead of her, asking all the questions and having her doing the explaining. It was as if he knew she was up to no good and he was going to make her earn every minute of conversation with him. Why wasn't he jumping head over heels to impress her with his profound knowledge? Did he not find her appealing?
"I think there is obviously an impact, especially with the whole periods matching up thing with women... but in terms of actually wanting to mate with someone just cuz of how they smell.. I dunno. Is there really a major impact from pheromones in these kinds of decisions?" She made sure to end with a question this time to try to get James talking.
He paused again. "Well, let's see. You are wearing perfume today- what made you decide to do that?"
Eva blushed. Why was he making this so darn hard? Maybe this was all a bad idea. After all, she could pick out any frat boy she wanted on her walk home and screw him for the rest of the day if she pleased. However, she wasn't the type to give up so easily.
"Um..well.. I didn't really think too much about it- I guess it smells nice to me." She shrugged.
James clapped his hands together empathically. "Bingo! Evolution can truly be just as simple as that! We tend to over-simplify everything so we can understand the world, but there are hundreds, thousands, millions of involuntary actions which influence the decisions we make. We don't like thinking like that because we want to feel like we are in control, as much as we possibly can be."
Eva was puzzled. "But what does any of this have to do with my choice to wear perfume today?"
James smiled, finally appearing to be engaged in the conversation. Eva realized in that moment that attracting him was entirely dependent on her intellectual capability and not her looks. She grew excited at the challenge presented to her. She was bored of guys clamouring all over her; this was certainly a welcome change. "It has everything to do with it. You might feel like having sex when you wake up or just have someone next to you to hold. Who knows, maybe you'll desire just to be noticed by someone that day so you put on perfume to emit a stronger scent than you do naturally. It's all subconsciously playing the game of control. Attraction is all about exerting a certain degree of control over the other person. However, people don't realize how much it's all dependent on things we don't voluntarily control, pheromones for instance."
Eva opened her mouth to tell him she could have any man she wanted regardless of his or her involuntary tastes, but caught herself in time. She had probably acted way to slutty for his liking already. Once again, she felt perplexed at how well he seemed to know her, as if he was inside her head. It scared her. He probably knew how crazy she was about him. Yet, she still wanted nothing more to screw his brains out right there in his office.
She stood quietly in place for a moment, thinking about everything he had just told her. Maybe she really did enjoy the control aspect of her "relationships" with men. Her father had left them spinning in place, out of control. She had never forgiven him for that. Maybe she had translated her dark attitude onto all the men she had encountered in her life. Attracting them to her and using them for pleasure was a way of controlling them. It was even a way of validating herself, proving that she was beautiful, desirable, wanted.
She awoke from her brief thoughtful daze to find James beaming at her. His student had just experienced a Eureka! moment. It was what he loved about his job. Sure the research was often interesting and lectures were critical for helping students complete their academic requirements before they stepped out into the real world, but this was what he really valued. That rare occasion when he could deliver an epiphany of sorts to a young mind. He had his initial doubts about Eva, but now he could see a real curiosity in her. It was too early to say but she might have the potential to be something great.
Eva still didn't know what to say. She felt embarrassed at trying to seduce her instructor. At the same time, if she hadn't come to see him, she would not have learned all this new interesting stuff. She finally spoke up. "Wow, that is a lot to think about for sure! I never really thought of attraction in that way..."
James was in a chatty mood now. "Not many people do. The fact of the matter is we are bombarded ideas from the environment that surrounds us, especially when it comes to sexuality. There are advertisements everywhere flashing images of lingerie, clothes, make-up, perfumes- all things we can control. Society never focuses on elements we can't control since there's usually no profit to be made from them and, as I said before, we really despise the idea of not being in control."
Eva took a moment to think again. It made perfect sense. She could easily be in the advertisements he was talking about. She fit the description of beauty well and had been constantly praised on her breasts, legs, eyes, and everything else by lovers. She had never thought about the science behind it all. Perhaps she was protecting herself from the twisted emotions in her own mind stemming from her childhood. Why had she had sex with all those men? Was there a reason she had selected those particular males? She was interested to learn more. She had actually been seeking something to be passionate about in her studies. Hopefully, James wouldn't think she was still feigning interest.
"Do you think you could..." Her voice trailed off as she tried to phrase the question in a way that made it clear she wasn't still trying to hit on him.
James smiled and interjected. "You want some more material to read on this topic?"
Eva nodded eagerly and giggled, both in happiness and relief. He really was inside her head! "Yes! Thank you!"
"No problem at all." He ripped off a paper from a pad at his desk and scribbled down three papers and their authors. "Feel free to come back and discuss these with me. I quite enjoyed our discussion, Eva."
Eva giggled again. She loved the sound of him saying her name. "I will. Thank you professor."
"James. I hate formalities." He smiled at her again.
Eva blushed and grinned again. "OK. Thanks, James." She turned to leave but was stopped by his voice.
"Actually... wait. There is one last paper you might be interested in, but it's a bit... different." He hesitated and scribbled down another note before handing it to her. "Bye now."
She waved goodbye and exited the office before looking down at the last note. It read "A detailed look into the bladder's role in sexuality", authored by James Lavigne.
Chapter 3
Dr. Lopez clapped her hands together and called out to command silence and attention from her class. The room quickly quietened down and the students almost uniformly opened their binders to write notes. As usual, she asked them to get out their assignments so that they could check their work and ask questions as she spent the first thirty minutes of lecture time going over the solutions. She unscrewed her half-litre disposable water bottle took a swig from it before starting the lecture.
Eva had been teaching at Ohio State for nearly ten years now and sometimes the only thing that got her through these lectures was her steadily filling bladder. She had a fun routine she amused herself with on lecture days. After her morning trip to the bathroom and shower, she always had a piece of fruit and large cup of coffee for breakfast. By the time she drove down to campus and walked to the lecture hall, she could usually feel a slight need to pee which she easily ignored. She drank a full litre of water over the duration of the lecture, one bottle before the ten minute break at the halfway mark and one bottle after. She was always squirming by the end of the three-hour lecture, though never in immediate danger of leaking into her panties. Well, not recently anyway.
She varied what she did with her full bladder depending on her mood. Sometimes she would simply rush to the washroom for some much needed relief. If she felt a little naughtier and happened to be wearing a skirt, she would hike it up and pee through her panties into the toilet. Perfume was great for masking the pee aroma and she could enjoy the wetness around her crotch for the rest of the day. Sometimes when she was exceptionally horny, she would just go to her office and lock the door to enjoy private fun. She'd take off her pants or skirt and place a towel on her chair (she stored clean towels everywhere) to lose control into as she researched or graded while consuming even more liquid.
After her office work was done, she would simply toss her wet panties and towel into a plastic bag to be added to the laundry at home and walk to her car. She had been caught with the bag a few times and a colleague had even commented about the smell, but she had just played it off as her sweaty gym attire which she had forgotten to wash for a while. She had even peed in her car during the twenty minute drive home on occasions when she didn't feel like sticking around after the lecture. She wondered how she would ever explain her wet pants and soaked towel beneath her if she happened to get pulled over. Luckily, it had never come to that... yet.
As Eva finished explaining the homework and opened the floor up for questions, a quartet of sorority girls walked through the door, heels clacking, and headed straight to the back of the large lecture hall. Eva had figured out quickly that the leader of this snobbish "holier than thou" group was a nineteen-year-old named Heather Smith.
She had known Heather was trouble the moment she had walked through the door that first lecture guarded by her clique of giggling pretty teens dressed from head to toe in the latest fashion shipped in from Europe. Eva knew the type well- the statuesque blonde who won prom queen by a landslide and dated the starting quarterback until it was time to find someone better in college. She showed up to a handful of lectures, always late, and spent the duration of the class in the very back of the hall texting away, bursting into quiet giggles ever so often.
Eva had seen enough of those students to know not to bother with worrying about them. They usually stuck around for a year or two then dropped out to get married or loiter in their wealthy parents' basement for a while. She had always wondered how they got into Ohio State in the first place, probably a result of a sizeable donation from their parents. She hardly cared, just so long they didn't disturb the class too much.
The only thing that ticked her off a little about Heather was that she was so keen on showing off her tight little body to the class that she almost always came up to the front during the break to ask bullshit questions, making sure she bent over the wooden desk to flash her ass to all the boys behind her. She made sure to wear skin-tight jeans or mini-skirts, so they were definitely in for a real treat on the rare instances she showed up for class. Eva figured that Heather was probably even sluttier than she had been at her age.
Heather's eagerness to strut to the front of the class the moment break was announced actually reminded Eva of another student who had almost caused her major embarrassment in her second year of teaching, as a PhD candidate. She had just started to play around with filling up her bladder during lectures, with boredom kicking in already. However, she had taken way too much risk, lacking experience with the practice of filling up over a three hour lecture. It hadn't seemed like a problem at first, as she downed coffee, water, juice before the lecture then simply emptied her extremely full bladder during the break. The water sipped through the lecture ensured that she was full again at the end to enjoy relief a second time.
However, a new Asian student named Sarah had proven herself to be over-zealous beyond Eva's imagination. She spewed out question after question at the instructor during break, denying her any opportunity to visit the ladies room. After Eva finally dismissed her, there were two other students waiting with questions. The break stretched to fifteen minutes and Eva had no choice but to continue lecturing immediately. She wisely stopped drinking water but the desperation mounted relentlessly as time passed. It was somehow exciting for her; her bladder was filling up to dangerous levels while she tried her best to maintain her dignity. With a whole hour to go, she had her legs tightly pressed together trying not to show symptoms of her growing need. Her hands shook and voice wavered as she attempted to maintain professionalism.
If only there was an assignment or pop quiz she could push onto the students to give herself just two minutes to run to the toilet! Unfortunately, she had nothing prepared. She was all alone in front of the class, in clear visibility, in a state of absolute despair. It was an escalating, helpless struggle against her own bladder. She wondered how many of her students had figured out her predicament. She looked like a mess- legs crossed with constant shifting, panic showing all over face, beads of cold sweat running down her neck.
With half an hour to go, she had started to lose track of what she was teaching. She misspoke several times, with more and more of attention being diverted to her bladder. Suddenly, she felt herself squirt. She had to get out of there by any means necessary or she would pee herself in front of her students. Desperately, she turned away from the class in mid-sentence and stuck her hand into her crotch. She could feel her urine trickling down from her wet panties down the inside of her leg. She hastily grabbed a piece of chalk to scribble down some random homework questions from the chapter's self-test section and dismissed the class. She could sense the shocked silence behind her, with the lecture ending so abruptly and a full thirty minutes early.
Gratefully, the students started shuffling behind her as she slowly released her grip on her crotch and turned around to face them once again. She realized in horror that pushing the dark cloth into her wet vaginal region had produced a small, but visible damp spot on the front of her skirt. She casually folded her hands together in front of her crotch to try to shield it from view as much as possible. She saw a couple of students making their way down towards her. "No, no, NO! Please not right now... PLEASE NO!" she thought to herself. She needed to get to the washroom more urgently than ever before in her life. She didn't need questions- she needed to GO!
She noticed the students' gaze shift to the front of the class and they miraculously turned away to walk out of the lecture hall in semi-frustration. It was no miracle- Sarah had already started a brisk walk straight from the front row to Eva's desk. Eva felt her bladder spasm and she pressed her two-handed fist into her crotch, just barely suppressing a second squirt. It was truly a matter of time now before her bladder emptied into her clothes, completely beyond her control. A matter of minutes if she was lucky, a matter of seconds if she wasn't.
Eva somehow focussed enough of her attention to address the girl's first question in quick fashion. Unfortunately, there was a lengthy list of others. As Sarah nodded her head in satisfaction at the first response and looked down at her notepad to read a long second question, Eva squirted again-hard. She somehow resisted grabbing her crotch, knowing her student would undoubtedly notice the movement. She nearly burst into tears as she pressed her legs together as tight as possible, just managing to stem the flow after peeing for a good three seconds. As Sarah looked up, Eva felt the warm pee flowing down all the way to her knees before dripping off her legs to the marble floor between her feet. She helplessly watched a small puddle form behind the desk, before regaining the common sense to look up at her student. Luckily, the lecture hall had just emptied and the girl three feet in front of her seemed to be a total introvert and hadn't realized what was going on behind her instructor's desk. Thank God the furniture was there to shield Eva's shame from view. She needed to escape NOW or she would have a full-blown accident right where she stood.
Eva somehow deciphered the second question and found a brilliant way, under extreme duress, to escape Sarah's wrath. "Y-you know what, I actually came across a great paper about that I can give you. Wait here-I'll be right back!"
Eva rushed out of the hall, feeling droplets run off the hem of her skirt behind her. She heard Sarah protest, but ignored her. She could wait five minutes if she wanted to waste that much of her instructor's time every lecture. Each hurried step was torture for Eva. She felt a painful jolt in her bladder as she scrambled to the nearest toilet. The washroom wasn't too far from the lecture hall, about ten yards, but it was absolute hell for Eva in her state. Despite her iron-hold on her crotch, she started to lose control just outside the washroom. Her pee stream sprinkled unto the floor and wet her shoes as she dashed past a couple of girls at the sinks into the first cubicle, which was gratefully empty. Hiking up her skirt while slamming the door shut with her foot as she planted her ass down on the toilet, she continued peeing through her panties no longer able to stop her bladder's natural voiding. She could hear the girls outside giggling as she sighed with immense relief, finally able to let go after holding far too much liquid for far too long.
Finally, as the noisy stream into the toilet bowl subsided, Eva inspected the damage to her skirt. the wet spot in the front had grown to the size of a tennis ball. The back was even more wet; she could feel the wetness with her hand. There was no way she could go back to address her student in this state. She had to somehow find a way to get to her car without being seen like this. She began sobbing softly- she was so screwed. The girls in the washroom were still laughing and gossiping quietly at how badly the woman had needed to pee. Thankfully, they hadn't recognized her as she had dashed by. Eva couldn't determine if they were her students; they easily could have been since the washroom was the closest to her lecture hall. She wondered if they would notice her pee trail leading into the cubicle.
The girls eventually exited the washroom, still giggling. They somehow failed to notice the wet floor on their way out. It was a huge break for Eva. She definitely did NOT want them hanging around to identify her when she emerged from the cubicle or speculate if she had made it in time.
Just then, the chatter outside intensified. The "Introduction to Economics" class with about 200 students had just ended! Eva realized was probably her best chance to get to the parking lot without being noticed too much. Thinking quickly, she stripped off her thin sweater and tied it around her waist, so the back of her wet outfit was at least secluded. She hustled out of the cubicle and waited by the door for girls to pop in. There would be a sizeable number of ladies needing relief after the long lecture. Sure enough, the door opened seconds later and a line of young women started to file in. Eva strategically used them as a shield as she scurried across the busy hall to position herself behind a trio of tall men, presumably basketball players judging from their height and chatter about last night's game. She followed them down the hall as they shielded her from view all the way outside.
Eva thanked her lucky stars as they headed towards the parking lot and right past her BMW to their shiny red Ford truck. She scrambled to the trunk to exchange her sweater for a fresh towel and threw it on the driver's seat before sitting down. She noticed a puzzled look from a fourth-year student walking by, but figured he was none the wiser as she started her sports car and drove away. She called Sarah later that day to apologize for not coming back; an emergency had come up. It was the truth. To make up for the hasty exit, she spent an hour on the phone with her answering questions, still wearing her soiled panties. The day ended up being a personal sexual thrill for years to come; she still masturbated thinking about it.
Back in the present day, break time had arrived. She instructed everyone to be back in their seats in exactly ten minutes. As if on cue, Heather stood up and made her way to Eva's desk.
Chapter 4
Twenty-year-old Eva rubbed her pussy through her wet panties. She had read James' paper twice, before getting to enjoy it to the full extent now, with her roommate gone home for the weekend. Just as Zoe had started packing on Friday afternoon, Eva had filled her 1L water bottle and walked to the park to sip as she waited. By the time she returned with an empty bottle, Zoe had left. Eva already felt a slight need to pee but knew things would intensify as she read through the forty-five pages a third time, sipping wine.
James' research had been incredibly detailed, almost certainly exhaustive. Eva had gained a fascinating amount knowledge about the great history behind pee play especially golden showers, the similarities between an orgasm and emptying one's bladder, even the ongoing research behind squirting. She had no idea that peeing was an involuntary brain function. Now, all the stuff James had said to her made sense- about humans feeling like they were in control even when they weren't. Even with something as basic and natural as going to the bathroom, everyone was gravely misinformed!
Eva could feel the man's passion through his writing. She was sure he had chosen such a topic to research based on his own interests. He probably had a pee fetish of some sort, likely stemming from his views of giving up control. Oh, how she would love to give up control of herself to him. It was funny; she had never felt such a strong urge to submit to a man the way she wanted to succumb to him. She would let him do anything to her- abuse her in any fashion he pleased to fulfill his wet fantasies. She shuddered helplessly in her seat, dribbling pee into her panties and towel. Her rubbing intensified as she continued to read past the halfway point of the paper.
Eva never made it to the end of the paper that night. She grew so exhausted from the wine and cumming three times that she just managed to drag her wet ass from her desk to her bed before collapsing into a deep slumber.
The next morning, she found herself in the office building once again. James had this uncanny ability to attract her to him like no man before. Unfortunately, his office was locked and she had to pee very badly. She frantically searched both floors for a washroom but there appeared to be none in the building. She grabbed her crotch and hurried towards the exit. She would find a place to squat outside. Suddenly, James stepped in front of her, a dark shadow blocking her path to the bright sunny area just a few steps away.
"Going somewhere, Eva?"
Eva danced desperately in place. She was too desperate to be polite. She was on the verge of having a huge accident. She tried to step around him, but he moved swiftly to block her path again. His hand reached out to press against her chest, further restricting her movement. She opened her mouth to speak but somehow couldn't, overcome by desperation and sexual excitement. He spoke again. "I need to pee too. Follow me."
He guided her lightly with his hand, almost magically into a classroom. He tore open her blouse, revealing her 40D breasts dressed in a snow-white bra. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis, nearly six inches long even in a flaccid state. He directed a powerful pee stream at her breasts, yellowing her bra. She could feel the heat from his piss on her skin. Despite getting drenched, she still struggled to maintain control, squirming violently on the spot.
"Give up control and let go, Eva!", James commanded as he continued to pee on her. "You know it's totally involuntary! Stop struggling- you know you can't hold it!"
He was so right. All of this was way too much to bear. She relaxed her urethra and let her pee flow through her panties onto the floor below. Somehow, her own pee felt much warmer and wetter than James' stream which had been flowing down her body. She felt the hot liquid pooling around her midsection, wetting her ass, legs, tummy. Wait- tummy?
Eva's eyes flew open in realization of what had just happened. Despite her tight grip on her pussy even after awakening, she had lost control of her bladder in her sleep and wet her bed. Her bladder was still quite full- she must have stopped peeing seconds earlier, as she had come to the realization that it was all a dream. The warm wet bed felt strangely pleasant against her essentially naked lower body. She had half a mind to just let go and empty her bladder entirely into her bed, but realized she might ruin her mattress. Hopefully she could get most of the pee smell out, so Zoe and future boys wouldn't find out she was a bed-wetter.
Hesitantly, she lifted the covers and took a peek. The damage didn't seem too bad- there was a wet spot a little larger than a soccer ball. She relaxed for a moment and tried to plan out what to do next. She needed to do a whole lot of laundry today for sure. But first, she needed to get to the girl's washroom fifteen feet away from her bedroom door. She certainly couldn't risk going out in her wet t-shirt and panties. She could wipe herself off with a towel then just change into fresh underwear. She would zoom past any girl she encountered in the hallway or washroom so the urine scent wouldn't be detected. Yes, that was good idea.
As she arose from bed, she realized that her only towel was already drenched in pee from last night. She definitely needed to find a clean towel to dry herself off after the much-needed shower. Looking around the room, she decided that she would just wipe the pee now with her dirty (but dry) laundry then use Zoe's towel after her shower. The towel would be washed and dried later that day along with her own laundry so her roommate would never find out.
Eva caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror as she got out of bed to strip off her soiled clothes. She paused for a moment to admire the sight. Her white cotton panties were drenched to the point of transparency and there was a wet semi-circle on her grey t-shirt up to her belly button. She turned slightly to inspect her wet ass. She had pissed herself in her sleep while dreaming of James. He had peed on her and made her wet herself. It was so hot, even as a dream. The sexual feelings of the dream came rushing back to her, replacing the anxiety and tension.
She jumped back into bed, sliding her hand into her wet panties. She rubbed herself frantically, trying to visualize her dream- James giving her a golden shower as he commanded her to wet her panties. She climaxed in under two minutes, gasping audibly and just managing to stifle her shrieks to avoid waking her neighbours. There appeared to be real truth behind some of the studies cited in James' paper which reported an enhanced sense of sexual sensation for women with full bladders. As her heart rate subsided, she realized with horror that her need to pee had intensified significantly as a result of her orgasm. She needed to get to a toilet NOW. She scrambled to pull Zoe's towel out from the shared closet and messily wrapped it around her waist, just high enough to cover the wet spot on her t-shirt.
She bolted straight from her bedroom to the shower stall, ignoring a couple of "good morning" greetings on the way. She started peeing right as she ripped off Zoe's towel and stepped into the shower, her severely weakened bladder unable to wait a moment longer. She scrambled to turn on the water to mask the sound of her pee stream hitting the fibreglass floor from her floor-mates at the vanities. Her clothes became wetter still under the shower as she stripped out of her t-shirt still peeing. She waited until she had finished urinating before removing her panties. She could smell the strong aroma emitted by them; she had been wetting them for over 12 hours now.
She smiled to herself in the shower. James had opened up a whole new world for her, full of wet fun. She would definitely have to pay him a visit to discuss the paper. It was going to be a long but exciting wait to Monday morning.
Chapter 5
As expected, Heather spent most of the break bent over the instructor's desk revealing her black lingerie panties to the class. Eva herself couldn't help checking out her cleavage as she explained a ridiculously easy concept. Part of Eva actually wished she could check out Heather's butt just once. It seemed unfair that the class got to enjoy the show while she had to put up with the whole stupid Q&A game. As Heather finally walked back to her seat, hips swerving the entire way, Eva wondered how her student would react to being forced to wet herself. A bit of humiliation would probably do the girl some good.
Eva opened a new water bottle and forced her mind off playing pee games with her student. Despite her horniness, she still prided herself on being professional. Her naughty thoughts were explainable; it had been about six weeks since she had last had sex. Even then it had been a short, two-day fling with a University of Vermont professor she had met at a local seminar. That sexual encounter had actually interrupted another long dry spell- over two months, if she remembered correctly. She had considered looking for a steady boyfriend, which would be her first since her early 30's, but she just didn't find the whole emotional baggage appealing. Also, she was far too used to making her own decisions, living her own life. Having to coordinate things with lovers had always been an issue for her. Flings with out-of-towners just seemed easier, even if they occurred much too infrequently to satisfy her physical needs.
Every time her bladder filled up, her desire for sex seemed to multiply. This, in turn, led to sexual thoughts. She evaluated the urgency of her need for the toilet. It wasn't too bad right now, but she would be bursting by lecture's end. She felt naughty today- perhaps she would try to hold her pee all the way home then touch herself with a full bladder. She eagerly took another large gulp of water.
Eva clapped her hands together and called out to silence the class again. Not five minutes after she had restarted her lecture, a cell phone went off in the back of the class. Eva was used to students forgetting to silence their phones and ignored the lively jingle as she continued discussing the role of the spinal cord in reflex reactions. However, she couldn't ignore what happened next. Instead of immediately silencing her phone, Heather answered it and continued sitting at her desk giggling away. In shock at her inconsiderate behaviour, Eva stopped lecturing in mid-sentence. The quiet scratching sounds of pencils on paper and typing on keyboards silenced and the only sound left was Heather chatting away on her phone. Everyone turned to stare at the student still conversing, ignorant to the world around her.
Finally, Heather's friend tapped her on the shoulder causing her to look up at thirty-eight pairs of eyes, waiting for her to hang up the phone. "Hey, I gotta go now- see ya later, babe. Bye." Heather smiled sweetly at the class still staring at her. "That was an emergency, just so you know. I had to take it."
Eva's jaw nearly dropped in disbelief. This blonde bitch wasn't even a little remorseful for her selfish behaviour! At the very minimum, she could had offered up an apology, but instead there was the same self-righteous bullshit as always. For the first time since her wetting accident eight years ago, Dr. Lopez lost her composure in front of the class.
"Heather, I cannot believe your behaviour. Do you have anything to say to me and the class, perhaps an apology?"
Heather shrugged unapologetically. "What? I told you it was an emergency!"
Eva raised her eyebrows, in utter disbelief again. She had somehow related Heather to herself in her teens, refusing to judge her too harshly. Perhaps the girl had been a victim of a traumatic childhood which had left her insecure, even empty, and seeking compassion of any form, as Eva once had. However, it was clear now. Heather was not a troubled young lady; she was an entitled princess. A brute force seemed to take over Eva as she set out to teach her student a harsh lesson. By the time she was done with this girl, there would be no confusion about what an "emergency" truly was.
"Heather, I think you have just volunteered to participate in some research next week. I expect to see you an hour before lecture in my office to prep. And please remember to dress decently."
Heather rolled her eyes. "Whatever. You can't make me."
"I'm afraid I can, Miss Smith. If you decide not to show up and participate, I'll file a complaint about your behaviour today with the University's Academic Disciplinary Committee and recommend expulsion. You will certainly fail my class and likely get kicked out of this school too." Eva could hardly believe the words she was saying. Never before had she threatened a student.
A look of panic covered Heather's face. "Okay okay, I'll participate," she mumbled.
The rest of the lecture seemed to pass by in a fuzzy haze. Eva's mind was on the fierce exchange between her and Heather. She resisted looking at the back row and just caught Heather eying her on the way out. Something told Eva that Heather was not used to being challenged in that way, especially not in public. Well, she just had to learn how to respect fellow classmates and her instructor. Eva doubted that she really cared about her education. She was probably just horrified at having to suffer the embarrassment of getting expelled. Everything in her world revolved around appearance and popularity.
Eva was somehow sexually charged by the whole situation and getting more and more excited about what she would do to her stuck-up teen student. She had some concerns about the ethical and professional implications about what she was doing, but a bigger part of her wanted to put things into perspective for Ms. Perfect Blondie. As always, Eva had to pee quite badly after three hours of drinking and lecturing. She started to make her way to the ladies after the lecture hall had emptied but changed her mind. Instead, she kept walking past the washroom to the coffee stand in the center of the building. It was busy, with a line-up of about fifteen people. No matter, the wait would add to the fun. She shifted her weight slightly from foot to foot as she waited, enjoying the protests from her bladder. If there was any sort of traffic on the drive home, she would probably start to leak in her navy blue dress pants. Oh well, that's what towels were for.
Eva thought back with amusement to the promise she had made to herself to never mix pee-play with her career again, after that accident in front of Sarah. The very next semester, she was drinking during lectures again enjoying the bursting sensation as she taught. It really was an addictive fetish. Soon, she had become even bolder, wearing diapers under her skirt while supervising exams. On those rare opportunities, she drank unmanageable volumes prior to leaving home to ensure she had an accident no matter how hard she tried to hold it. She rarely even made it to the halfway point of the allotted exam time in those instances. She loved being naughty. There was nothing quite as fun as letting go when a student came to her desk to ask a question. If only they knew that their well-dressed professor seated quietly at her desk was actually peeing her adult diaper while they wrote their exams!
Ten minutes later, she finally had an extra-large black coffee in hand. Now to enjoy a nice slow drive home while trying not to wet herself. She took a long gulp as she started walking. She probably did three times as much laundry as any other instructor at the University of Ohio. One-quarter of her coffee was already consumed by the time she exited the building. As she walked across the parking lot, a Dodge truck pulled up beside her. It was Dr. Jerry Scholes, a fellow Psychology professor she had been doing research with for the past three years.
He was in a chatty mood, going on at lengths about the progress he had made with the rats he kept at home. Apparently, they had started to distinguish between regular sugar and artificial sweetener after months of exposure to the substances in various foods. Eva knew he was attracted to her- he constantly tried to impress her and keep conversations going as long as possible. Eva kept things as professional as she could to ensure he never got the wrong idea. She never committed to meetings outside the University and kept coffees and lunches to under thirty minutes length. He was about ten years older than her, divorced for the past five. She felt no attraction to him, what-so-ever.
Despite that, she would normally have been very interested in the progress of their research together, but with her mind on her bladder and sexual matters, she was really in no mood to listen to him. She squirmed helplessly in place, trying to fight the natural urge to grab her crotch. She kept drinking her coffee, not wanting it to get cold and knowing her pee fun would resume in short order. How long could he possibly sit there talking to her in the parking lot with his truck running? As if on cue, he shut off the engine and kept talking.
Fifteen minutes later, Jerry was still happily yapping away in excitement about what the developments could mean and how they could expand the experiment with other animals and foods. He had somehow missed poor Eva's body language and social cues. He had no idea how badly the lady in front of him needed to pee or her disinterest in standing next to his vehicle. Her constant dancing and short responses had somehow not been interpreted successfully by him. Her coffee cup was now empty and the new liquid was now being added to her already-strained bladder.
Eva's bladder pulsed hard and she could take no more. She grabbed her crotch to prevent a imminent squirt into her panties. Jerry stopped talking and stared at her curiously. She took the opportunity to hastily excuse herself. "Sorry, Jerry- I have to get going! Girl problems!"
She stepped away from the window and hurried around the back of the vehicle. She let go of her crotch, knowing Jerry would be watching from his rear view mirror, and made her way to her car. She felt herself squirt and grabbed herself again. Thankfully, the truck had started to pull away so he probably wasn't eying her like a perv anymore, but who knew? The rest of the parking lot was pretty empty but Eva had parked at the very back, so it was lengthy walk. She wondered if the brief leak showed on her butt- she could feel the warm wetness on her panties.
Eva finally reached her car and struggled to maintain control as she pressed the button to open the trunk. She grabbed a towel to throw on the seat so she could pee herself in some form of privacy, but it was too late. A second squirt escaped her and there was no stopping this one. In defeat, she squatted down behind her car and drenched her pants. Luckily for her, there were cars parked all around her so she was shielded well from view, as long as someone parked nearby didn't show up.
The pee flowing from the back of her pants quickly formed a massive puddle reaching several cars around her. Undoubtedly, other drivers would notice the pee, but God-willing she would be long gone by then. Suddenly, the sounds of approaching voices and footsteps hit her ears. She recognized one of the voices- Heather! And she was accompanied by her evil clique! The splattering of Eva's pee on the asphalt would surely be heard and her puddle seen on the dry sunny day- she had to move NOW!
Still peeing, Eva opened her car door, threw the towel on the seat, and climbed in as Heather walked up to the white Cadillac truck parked behind her BMW. In her mirror, Eva saw her gaze curiously at the large puddle and the stream clearly leading to the driver's door of the car in front of her. Eva started her car and quickly drove away, hoping she had not been recognized. Her bladder finished emptying as she exited the parking lot. She rubbed herself through her wet pants all the way home.
Chapter 6
Eva walked down the Chicago River pathway admiring the colorful lights providing a pretty contrast to the night sky. There was no moon out tonight, which at least darkened things a little in Eva's favor. She was surprised by her own boldness. It was Saturday night, exactly a week after her bedwetting, and she was out walking alone in a tight black skirt with a bursting bladder.
She thought back to her meeting with her instructor, James. He had almost seemed nervous when she had started discussing his paper, but had quickly became very intrigued once he realized she was reacting positively. For the first time, Eva felt that he was interested in her. She had felt tempted to disclose everything to him- her panty-wetting and masturbation, the dream, her bed-wetting. She had stopped herself- it was too personal and she just couldn't say it... yet. She waited for him to decide where all this would go next.
He had looked deep into her eyes as she spoke about human arrogance and assumption of control, but then had he too had seemed to catch himself before responding. He thanked her for her feedback and urged her to keep in touch, essentially dismissing her. Eva had turned to leave the office, disappointed, but decided to push for a relationship herself.
"I'd like to do some research with you, if you ever need a volunteer." She stood confidently with one hand on her hip, wearing a low cut T-shirt with a push-up bra. She had worn her tightest pair of jeans with heels to emphasize her ass as much as possible.
James chewed his lower lip, fantasizing about the smoking hot exotic brunette squirming desperately and wetting her jeans. She was trouble, no doubt, but what was he to do? She was interested in his work and research was a perfect cover to enjoy his fetish."I have been thinking about doing some practical research..."
They agreed to meet next week, same time and location, to start the experiments. Eva would have to sign a waiver and a confidentiality agreement before they started, but it was all standard procedure.
The next day at lecture, Eva was pleased to get a lot more of his attention. Every minute or so, he glanced at her seated in the front row. She was wearing a plaid red mini-skirt with a black blouse. She was also desperate, squirming slightly in her chair while sipping a large soft drink. By break time, she needed the toilet. She made a point to get up and hurry out of her seat just as James announced the break, but it was more for show than anything. She didn't need to go too badly but had been squirming constantly to garner her instructor's attention.
In the cubicle, she teased herself a little looking at the toilet while squirming in front of it. Her desperation seemed to multiply in mere seconds and she pulled down her panties to obtain some much-needed relief. She rubbed her clitoris as she peed, wetting her fingers. It felt incredible- she wanted to keep rubbing even after her bladder emptied. It seemed selfish though- the break was only ten minutes long and she could hear girls outside, presumably waiting for her cubicle. She wiped off her fingers and then her vagina before pulling up her underwear and opening the cubicle door. Her classmate waiting outside gave her a look of disapproval as she walked past her to the vanity.
"She probably thinks I'm a slut," Eva thought to herself as she rinsed her hands. Oh well, it was nothing new. She had no friends in the class anyway. She could seduce James however she pleased, without anyone of significance to her knowing a thing about it.
Even though Eva was not squirming anymore, James still looked at her often enough. She was pleased- there was no doubt that he was attracted to her. It was a matter of time before she would make love to him for real, not just in her recurring fantasies. She considered approaching him with a question after class, but decided she would see him the following week anyway. She could feel him eying her as she walked out of the classroom.
Eva continued on her casual stroll, trying not to show signs of desperation on the busy pathway. There were mostly couples walking; it was certainly a romantic enough setting for a cool but pleasant Saturday night. Eva had been drinking with her floor-mates in the common room since about 8. A few of the girls had been making plans to head over to the boys floor downstairs and seeing what was up. Eva's desire for random one night stands had decreased since that first meeting with James. She wanted him- badly. The sex last night had unsatisfying, almost tame. It was the first guy she had been for three weeks and she had mostly done it out of horniness and getting her floor-mates off her case; she didn't even remember the fellow's name. Her thoughts had been on James- what he had said about control, his interests in the human bladder, his feelings about her, their meeting in two and a half days.
Today, she had set out to do something different. She drank four beers with the gals relatively quickly before excusing herself from the common area. She had gone to her room to grab a light jacket and headed outside to catch the first bus to the Chicago River region. She had not visited the washroom all night. She had no idea what she would do at that magical point where she couldn't hold her pee in anymore. It was part of the excitement. The pathway was brightly lit everywhere; an accident would be quickly noticed. There didn't appear to be any washrooms on the pathway, but there were some darkened areas with trees. They could provide some privacy, though passer-bys could probably see and hear her peeing if they were paying attention.
A bubbling excitement built up inside her as she grew more desperate. It was getting cooler and noticeably harder to walk with her bladder filling rapidly. She doubted she could hold on for another ten minutes. Soon, she would helplessly wet her skirt where ever she happened to be walking, in front of whomever was in view. Her womanhood tingled at the thought. She nervously glanced over her shoulder and noticed the middle-aged man and wife tailing her had ended their walk. That was one benefit of the colder temperature- the walk became less crowded.
Eva passed a dark area just off the walkway. Up ahead, she could see nothing but flat, well-lit area. She had half a mind to stop and head into the trees to wet herself in semi-privacy while the option was there, but kept her promise to herself and kept walking. Just the consideration of relief almost made her start peeing into her pink Victoria's Secret panties, but she grabbed her pussy to prevent the squirt. A young couple with a stroller smiled at her in amusement as they walked by. Eva let go, embarrassed. This was a bad idea. She had to pee so badly and nowhere to go. She was going to piss all over herself at any moment.
The night was growing colder in a hurry now. Eva hugged herself and shivered, involuntarily spurting into her panties. Once again, she grabbed her crotch in a panic. Luckily, no one was around to witness the shameful act this time. She could see a dark outline of several trees up ahead, maybe a hundred yards away. Could she somehow get there before she lost control?
Despite her best efforts, she squirted again. She stopped walking and twisted her muscular legs around her fingers, which were forcefully pushing up on her pee-hole. She felt her hot pee drip through her fingers and down to the ground below. A couple of drunk women walked by, openly laughing at her. What an odd sight she must be- a fully grown woman wetting herself on the Chicago River pathway! Out of the corner of her eye, Eva saw them stop and observe her from behind to verify if she had wet her skirt yet. She ignored them and bravely dragged herself onwards. Her sights were doggedly set on the trees in the distance. It was almost an oasis of sorts.
Suddenly, it started to rain. A few droplets at first, but rapidly turning into a heavy downpour. It was too much. With her young body getting soaked by the rain, Eva's bladder gave in. She started to pee a torrent down to her feet, her legs getting engulfed in a glistening wetness. Her accident somehow went unnoticed by several people running by in different directions, trying to escape the surprise rainfall as quickly as possible. No one looked carefully enough to notice that the liquid splashing down at the attractive Latino lady's feet was flowing from her bladder and not the heavens above.
Uncontrollably excited after her accident, Eva joined the people around her in jogging down the pathway to escape the cold, rainy weather. She laughed openly as she ran, thrilled at what she had just done. She would touch herself to her most intense orgasm of her life when she got home to her cozy bed.
Chapter 7
Heather strode into Eva's office, without knocking, ten minutes late and plopped down in the empty chair. Eva looked up from her work to note that she had ignored the instruction to dress decently- she was wearing a leather skirt which didn't quite reach her knees and a baby blue tank top which showed off her belly button ring and nipples. She was sipping from a large coffee cup as she looked expectedly at her professor without uttering a greeting of any sort.
Eva had meant to tell her to go pee before starting, but Heather's obnoxious attitude made her angry all over again. She instructed her student to read over and sign the forms on the desk. Heather coolly scribbled her name on both of them without reading a word. As Eva took the forms and filed them away carefully, Heather gulped down the remainder of her coffee and casually played with the cup.
Eva reached into her trusty mini-fridge and placed two chilled water bottles on the table. Heather looked at the bottles and finally spoke up. "What the hell is this?"
Eva glared at the rude, arrogant bitch seated cross-legged in front of her wanting to swear back, but composed herself before responding. "As it said in the contract you just signed, you are to drink one litre of water before starting the experiment."
"Whatever." Heather grabbed the first bottle and unscrewed it, taking a massive gulp as if it was nothing. Her pace slowed down quickly though- she was sipping slowly by the time she reached the last quarter of the bottle. Eva suspected she was already feeling bloated from the coffee and water. It was going to be almost impossible for her to hold in all that liquid for two more hours, when she would finally be freed to run to a toilet. Eva's pussy tingled underneath her diaper. Since her morning pee, she had already drunk an equivalent volume of liquid as she had given to her student. There was no doubt she would wet herself before the break. Heather might have a chance to make it since it would take some time for the liquid to flow down to her bladder. Still, the class was going to get an incredible show no matter what.
Out of the corner of her eye, Eva analyzed the bitter teenager absently drinking while fiddling away on her iPhone. She had a comparatively lighter frame than herself, but nice curves nonetheless. She probably had an average sized bladder so all this liquid would be too much to hold. It really was a question of how long before the water reached her bladder and filled it beyond capacity.
Heather finally finished the bottle and spoke again. "Look, I really don't feel like drinking the other bottle. Can we just agree one is good enough? It probably won't matter for... whatever we're gonna do."
Eva nearly chuckled out loud. Heather had no idea just how much it was going to matter. "You can quit anytime you like. Just know that your refusal to not follow my instructions will result in consequences. I have already forgiven your tardiness and choice of attire, but everything from here on has to be by the book. You have fifteen minutes to consume the other bottle. Do you understand?"
Heather nodded and began sipping the second bottle. Eva looked back down at her work, but her thoughts drifted to her own bladder. She felt a slight need to pee but nothing urgent. It would change soon enough. She could feel an ocean of water, coffee, and orange juice in her tummy. She had been drinking steadily since she woke up to when she arrived at her office. She glanced down at her midsection- her tummy bulge didn't show through the loose ocean-blue summer dress. It would hide her bladder bulge later on as well- she knew from experience.
She felt quite excited as she snuck a peek at her student sipping away. She had never worn a diaper to a regular lecture before, though she had been tempted many times. This was simply too good an opportunity to pass up, despite the risk. At least she had taken her precautions today. She was wearing an extra thick diaper- the type she regularly emptied a full bladder into twice during the same night without leaking into her bed. She was also wearing her favorite pair of plastic panties, with a cute puppy in diapers on the front. She was quite confident that nothing would leak down her dress. In an absolute worst-case scenario, she could play her loss of continence off as a demonstration of her own performance being affected by a filling bladder. It was a believable scenario given the nature of the upcoming lecture. That said, it would still be a very embarrassing wetting accident in front of the class. She couldn't help feeling a slight guilt about what she was doing to Heather.
Heather had only a few sips to go. Eva decided to go over what the experiment was all about, knowing her "volunteer" had not bothered reading the details carefully worded in the contract. It was going to amusing to see her reaction about all of this.
Eva packed up her work and turned towards Heather, hands folded professionally. "I'm going to go over the experiment verbally, just so there's no ambiguity about the conditions you have agreed to, in writing."
Heather rolled her eyes- her instructor knew perfectly well she hadn't read jack shit before signing. Eva ignored the impatient gesture and continued. "You will be asked to answer a variety of skill-testing questions in the first half of class today, until exactly 11:30. You are not permitted to leave the class room until that time. In addition to our agreement not to report you to the University's Academic Disciplinary Committee, you will receive an extra credit of 5% for your participation in this study."
Eva almost grinned as she spoke the last sentence. It had been a brilliant idea she had come up with a few days ago. She had been worried about going through with this plan over the fear of being accused of blackmail. The agreement Heather had signed didn't say anything about avoiding punishment for her past actions, just that she was getting a 5% credit for agreeing to help in the research.
Heather's face turned into a look of pure shock as she realized the implications of what she had agreed to. "Why did you make me drink all that water for?"
Eva stuck to her professional demeanor. "As stated in the contract, we will be researching the impact of a filling bladder on performance with routine mental tasks."
Heather winced, terrified at what was going to happen to her. "May I please visit the washroom before I go to class?" It was amazing how much politer she got when she was screwed. Eva wasn't falling for it.
Once again, she phrased her response carefully. "As clearly stated in the contract you signed, there will be no opportunity for relief once you have signed. I want to remind you that you are under no obligation to participate in this study- it is completely voluntary. You may quit at any time you like."
Heather tilted her head to one side, thinking. "But then you're going to report me to the Committee?"
Eva nodded her head. "Correct. This is a favor you are doing for me, as a volunteer in my study, in lieu of punishment for your actions last class."
"Let's do it." Heather took her final gulp and set her jaw decidedly. Eva could tell she had no idea just how hard things were going to get.
Eva got up with lecture materials, including two water bottles, in hand. She stood in place for a moment, enjoying the warm, snug comfort of her diaper. It was going to be incredible fun to soak it today. Maybe she would outlast Heather even with the significantly longer waiting time. After all, she had way more experience with pee-play. That was an exciting little challenge for herself- she would definitely try her best to win. She could almost visualize Heather soaking her skirt helplessly. She felt so horny- her diaper was already moist with her feminine wetness. She wished she could reach inside and stroke herself for a moment. Heather got up and the two ladies made their way to the lecture hall with class starting in five minutes. Eva couldn't help thinking back to twenty years ago, when she had volunteered for James.
Chapter 8
Eva wore the same jeans to the "research day" with James as she had the previous week. She had caught him admiring her curves and knew he had fantasized about her wetting the skin-tight jeans. Well, he would not have to imagine the scene anymore. An added benefit of the tight attire was that it made it that much harder to hold it. The tight waist didn't give her bladder room to expand at all.
She had come fully prepared for the event, with a clean mini-skirt and t-shirt crammed into her purse. She had no idea just how wet things would get today, but she sure hoped he would pee too. On her, if she was lucky. Eva had even brought condoms. She was planning to have sex with James that day- she had waited long enough. Her bladder was already filling rapidly as a result of the lemonade she had been drinking all morning. She wanted to wet herself quickly then screw her instructor's brains out in a deserted classroom or in his office.
The dirty thoughts had been too powerful to ignore. Eva rushed to the ladies room in the office building (yes, one existed!) and had yanked down her jeans and panties to finger herself to a quick orgasm before heading upstairs to James' office. The temptation to pee had been almost overwhelming with the toilet just inches away but she had somehow yanked her garments right back up and ignored the screams from her bladder.
The sad part of the ordeal was that class with James was almost over. The semester was coming to end and one lecture remained before the final exam two weeks later. In a way, Eva viewed it as a blessing. James seemed insistent on sticking to a professional, "by the book" approach with his career. Maybe escaping the whole student-teacher relationship would free him up to be closer to her. That said, she really needed something from him today. She had to somehow ensure they would continue to see each other after the class ended. One of them had to make a move quickly. Eva had never been shy about making the first move and she hoped a hot jeans wetting would do the trick.
Eva stopped at the water fountain to add to her 1L bottle filled with lemonade. The clear water bottle revealed the liquid inside and she wanted to make sure it was quite full when she presented herself to her love interest. As an added bonus, the watered-down lemonade was a light yellow colour, symbolic of what it would turn into while inside Eva's sexy, youthful body. She finally arrived at James' door, surprisingly closed. She knocked and waited.
He opened the door and closed it behind him, a bit of a challenge with a large cardboard box in his hands. "Come." He instructed abruptly to his student, before marching down the hall. Eva, a bit annoyed that he had not even glanced at her sexy pose and outfit, followed him to an empty classroom. He set his box down on a desk and quickly locked the door.
"Hi Eva, sorry about that- just didn't want people to get too... curious." Eva nodded in understanding. This was definitely a good sign! She innocently raised her water bottle to her lips and took a long sip.
"Well! You seem to have plenty of your own... drink." James chuckled as he pulled out some forms for Eva to sign. "It'll save a few of my water bottles."
Eva chuckled back as she bent over to sign, making sure her instructor got a clear look down her loose, sleeveless top. There was absolutely no misunderstanding about where this experiment was headed. She wondered if he would be at all surprised if she soaked herself about thirty minutes into the study. It was certainly possible- her desperation was increasing alarmingly quickly.
She shifted in place as James gathered the signed forms and began explaining the exercise. He was going to play a cassette of a woman reading a story and Eva would write down the nouns. There would be a three minute break after each five minute story segment to prevent fatigue. Before restarting the exercise, Eva would be asked to drink 100 milliliters of fluid, about three sips, and evaluate her need for the toilet on a scale of one to twenty. One signified no perceived ability to urinate and twenty meant involuntary loss of urine. Essentially, she could only select twenty if she had already wet her pants. The research would determine how much her academic performance was affected by the added burden of a filling bladder. James would be seated directly behind her to operate the cassette player, record his own observations, and provide her with water, paper, or pens.
Eva stated that she understood and was ready to start. She seated herself at the table with the pen and paper and took three sips from her bottle, before evaluating the fullness of her bladder. She had to go, but not to the point of significant discomfort.. yet. She scribbled a "9" in the first box of the grid on her desk, then raised her hand to let James know she was ready to start. She heard the button of the player click behind her and the story-telling started.
Five minutes seemed much longer when severe concentration was required. She could see why James had chosen an exercise of this nature to test with a filling bladder. She had to listen carefully to the cassette, identify the nouns, and write them down. It was not an easy task, even without a full bladder. Undoubtedly, it would become tougher and tougher as time passed.
The player finally clicked and stopped playing. Eva tore off the first sheet from the notepad and turned around to hand it to James who accepted it with a smile and a "Thank you." She felt a strong desire to kiss him right there, but turned around and played with her pen through the break. She could sense that he was taking this experiment seriously- it wasn't all fun and games. That kiss would be so much hotter in pissed jeans anyways- she would wait for the right moment. The break also gave her a chance to think about her bladder. She had definitely grown more desperate over the past five minutes. She squeezed her thighs together and shifted in her seat. She hoped James was watching- it excited her to be getting increasingly desperate in front of him.
James clapped once and Eva opened her bottle to take three sips. The 1L container was about half full. She doubted she could finish it before wetting herself. She paused to evaluate her bladder again before putting down an "11" on the grid. By the end of the next session, she had her legs crossed under her desk. She felt like she was missing some of the nouns with distress signals coming from her bladder. In normal circumstances, she would definitely be looking for a washroom right now.
She tore off the second page and turned to hand it to James. Just the simple motion added strain to her lower region. James smiled again. "Feeling okay, Eva?" he asked.
Eva smiled back, biting her lip seductively. "I'm fine- just need to pee pretty bad!" She wanted to get a reaction out of him.
"Already? We just started!" James exclaimed in mild surprise.
"I've been drinking lemonade all morning." She squirmed in her seat again.
"Really? How come?"
Eva shrugged. "I find your line of research interesting- I wanted to be good and bursting when I got here today." She turned back to her desk with a smirk, knowing she was driving him wild.
A minute later, he clapped and she drank again. Her legs quivered from desperation and sexual excitement as she jotted a "12" on the grid.
She missed entire sentences of the next segment, as her bladder bulged and pushed against tight jeans. It was getting painful to hold it. As the cassette player clicked behind her, she put down her pen and unbuttoned her jeans with a loud sigh. She immediately felt her tummy expand into its new found freedom and her desperation seemed to decrease a notch. She undid the zipper halfway making sure her red silk panties showed. She ripped off the third page, which was only about seventy percent as full as the first two, and stood up to hand it to James.
"Ooh James, I gotta go so bad. See how full I am?" She lifted her top a few inches to reveal her bulge; she could have passed for a pregnant woman. James' eyes widened at the sight of her half opened jeans. He opened his mouth but couldn't speak.
Eva smiled at his reaction then turned away again. "Well, I better zip up again or there will be inconsistency in my bladder scale." She jiggled her ass as she struggled to button up again. "Oh...it's getting really hard to hold it...almost lost it there...ahh!"
She heard James shift in his chair as she sat down. She wondered if he was trying to manage an erection. There went her dirty mind again, imagining her instructor's manhood. She reached down to push on her vagina while waiting for his clap. She would soon pee herself in her seat.
Chapter 9
Heather looked at the classroom configuration in a mixture of shock and fear. Upon entering the classroom, Eva had immediately pointed her to a lone chair in the front corner of the classroom. Heather had not expected to be "experimented" on in such clear visibility. She was going to end up as the talk of the university- the shameful center of gossip around campus, Facebook, Instagram, the school newspaper, you name it.
Of course, she could give up and get kicked out. That was really no salvation- coming back home in shame would suck. Daddy's donations and lobbying to get her into this school would all go to waste after just one semester! Her mother and father both had degrees from top universities. Even her older brother, who had been a screw-up most of his life, had just gotten into law school. She was such a fuck-up. Why couldn't she do anything right? She began sobbing quietly in her seat. She couldn't bear to lift her head to look up at the growing crowd in the lecture hall. She could feel all the eyes on her.
Eva clapped her hands together and waited for the excited chatter to die down. "Today we have a very special lecture planned with a live demonstration which Ms. Smith here graciously volunteered to help with last week. I will need another volunteer please. He or she will get a 5% bonus credit towards their final grade like Ms. Smith."
A nerdy Asian girl named Iris in the front row quickly popped her hand up and Eva gestured her to occupy the chair on the other corner of the classroom.
"Now, this study is confidential and you all are in a privileged position to witness it here today. However, there a few ground rules you all must agree to before I reveal anything more. First, you must turn OFF all your electronic devices, including laptops and cell-phones and put them at the sides of the classroom, just like in an exam situation. Anyone caught using an electronic device during this research project will fail my class and be reported to the University's Academic Disciplinary Committee."
Eva paused to look around the classroom to emphasize her point. "Second, you will all sign a Non-Disclosure Agreement. You all are not permitted to speak, write, or, in any way, communicate of what will happen here for the next ninety minutes. Once again, violation of this will result in harsh discipline."
Eva glanced over at Heather. She seemed relieved by the rules, as she should have been. She might be saved from campus-wide embarrassment yet! "Finally, the doors to the classroom will be locked until the experiment ends or one of our volunteers decides not to continue. You all are expected to remain in your seats in silence as this study requires deep levels of concentration and thought. If you agree to all of this, please put your electronics away and accept a Non-Disclosure Agreement from me. If not, please leave now and return at 11:45 for the second half of lecture."
As Heather had expected, everyone decided to stay. Eva handed a tablet computer to Iris and Heather as the class scrambled to sign the NDA's at Eva's desk. She counted the signed forms and the students in the class and put the forms away, satisfied. As an afterthought, she handed an unsigned form to Iris as well- Heather had already signed one at her office.
Eva clapped her hands and spoke again. Heather's face burned red in anticipation of what was coming next. "Today we will be looking at the effects of a filling bladder on mental ability. Heather has had a lot to drink, over one litre, prior to coming to class. As time passes, you will observe her getting increasingly uncomfortable as her bladder fills up. Heather and Iris will both be answering questions of various sorts- math, english, science- on their tablets. To make things a bit more interesting for all of you, I will turn on the projector so you can answer the questions too if you wish- in silence, of course. Every ten minutes, they will be granted a five minute break during which time the answers will be revealed to you. Everyone must also remain quiet during the break."
The class scrambled to pull out their paper and pens, excited about the study now. All the boys and several of the girls in the class were eager to see what would happen to their hot blonde classmate. Would she eventually piss herself? That would be so amazing to watch!
Eva finally wrapped up her monologue. "The first segment will be assumed to not have any effect from the filling bladder so it will be used as a test to adjust for any discrepancy in intelligence between the volunteers. This will enable us isolate the impact of Heather's bladder on her performance. There will be some repeated questions in each segment to ensure that the exercise is being taken seriously. If there is too little consistency between answers and performance, the volunteer will lose her 5% credit. Thank you both for volunteering. Please start now."
It was exactly 10:05, perfect timing to end at 11:30. Eva turned on the projector and started the exercise on the computer. A new question popped up every ten seconds, so the girls had to focus and think quickly. Eva noticed that nearly half the class was ignoring the questions and just focussing on Heather, looking for any sign of pee desperation.
Eva took a moment to analyze her own bladder. It would be a pretty good indicator of how Heather would be feeling. She could feel a slight need to pee already, but unnoticeable unless she diverted her attention to it. No matter, things would change with time. It was so exciting! Here she was, filling up in front of the class just like Heather and no one had the slightest clue!
The first ten minutes went by quite slowly. Several of the students who had decided not to try the questions had already diverted their attention to tasks from other classes or doodling in their binders. Some were quietly passing notes to each other. Eva didn't mind- they weren't disrupting the study. She figured that eventually a lot of the students trying multiple-choice questions would give up on the exercise also. The questions were honestly boring and straight-forward, not meant to test intelligence. They were research-standard concentration testing questions for average adults. Even so, there was often significant divergence from the performance of one volunteer to the next, so the adjustment for intelligence was necessary.
The five-minute break started and the solutions were displayed on the screen in front of the class. Eva had set-up the classroom so that it was impossible to see the screen from the corners, where her volunteers were seated. She absent-mindedly scanned the audience to make sure no one was communicating with the girls up front.
The second of six segments started and Eva's mind drifted to what James might have thought of the experiment. Maybe he would be proud of her or maybe he would consider it to be unprofessional- who knew? It sometimes disturbed her that he still came into her thoughts as often as he did, all these years later. It was understandable though- pee was a major part of her life and he had started all the fun for her. She suspected that her interest in pee had always been there, but she had just needed someone to divert her attention to the "control" aspect of it.
Even with her promiscuous, party, don't-give-a-fuck behaviour, she had always been in control. She had excelled academically, being naturally gifted. No matter what, she was going to have a nice job and a comfortable life thanks to the sacrifices her mother had made for her... and, as much as she hated to admit it, the money her father had left her. It's just that James had somehow brought out the best in her. He had put her entire life into perspective that day when she had wandered into his office, lost.
The pee fetish was a symbol for her whole life. Losing control into a diaper or panties was really no different from refusing to accept things you couldn't change in your life and managing them as best you could. An accident was, in reality, a consequence. A harsh consequence for not taking care of something when it should have been taken care of, not having the presence of mind to take precautionary measures, a lesson to improve future behaviour. She wondered if Heather would see it that way once all this was done. No, she would probably hate Eva for eternity.
Her bladder snapped her thoughts back to reality. It had filled up surprisingly quickly and she felt like she could use a pee break. She looked up at the screen to note the second segment had just ended. Heather had her legs crossed, undoubtedly starting to feel the natural urge to void excess waters. Her head was still lowered; she was too ashamed to make eye contact with the audience.
Eva put up the answers to segment two and waited. Not many students were checking answers. Some were still working away on other things, but most eyes were on Heather. She had started to play with the hem of her leather skirt as she sat with her legs crossed tightly beneath it. Eva wondered just how much pressure she could exert against her pussy in that position- that skirt was quite tight. Crossing her legs probably didn't help too much.
By the end of the third segment, Heather was squirming in her seat. It was a slight shifting at first, but becoming more and more noticeable despite her best efforts to be discreet. She looked at the time on the tablet- 10:46. She had to last another forty-five minutes- she just had to! Her dilemma was surely going to get a whole lot worse. This was just the halfway point and all that water was constantly flowing into her bladder, filling it, stretching it. There was no way to stop the endless flow- she simply had to contain the flood inside her body.
Eva's own desperation was growing significantly. She had remained behind the instructor's desk after the second segment to at least shield her legs from view. She was squirming on the spot, twisting her legs, turning her hips. If the class had been paying attention to her as they did on all the other lectures, her desperation would have been obvious. Luckily, today they were all watching Heather. Eva was growing much too excited at watching her student squirm and feeling her own desperation mounting. She reached into her bag to pull a water bottle, twisted it open, and took a gulp. She lightly ran her hand over her hard belly as the fourth segment began.
By the end of the fourth segment, Heather knew she was in trouble. Everyone else knew it too. Her toned legs were scissoring together as she worked through the questions in a cold panic. She was messing up a lot of them but she hardly cared. Her desire, no... her need to pee dominated her thoughts. How she wished should just be allowed to run to the ladies and release a bit of her pee for semi-relief. It was impossible to concentrate on the dumb task anymore- she feared that she would leak into her panties if she let her attention slip away from her tortured bladder for just a moment. She desperately wanted to hold herself, but kept her hands away from her crotch with sheer will. Everyone was watching- they knew she was about to wet herself. She clutched her skirt with both hands and groaned. Maybe getting kicked out of school was a better alternative to wetting herself in front of her classmates, her friends, her fucked-up evil teacher.
The cold water Eva had drank fifteen minutes ago seemed to flow straight to her bladder. She purposely dropped a pen to the floor after putting up the segment four answers and knelt down behind the desk to clutch herself through her diaper. She needed to pee SO badly. Each passing moment urged her body to surrender the battle and soak her diaper, but she somehow held on and waited for that first inadvertent squirt. She doubted she could outlast Heather. She was just too close to losing control- even lasting one more segment would be a minor miracle. As Eva stood up, she noticed Iris eying her. She had completely forgotten that she could be seen behind the desk from the corners! Heather was too occupied with her own problem to worry about her instructor, but Iris had probably seen all her squirming during the past breaks! Eva quickly looked away from her student and straightened out her dress as she stood up, trying to maintain proper posture.
Tears ran down Heather's face as she struggled through the fifth segment. She was constantly moving now and in severe pain. It was impossible to even read the questions properly- she was just hoping for repeats she had answered before and making educated guesses on the rest. She didn't care one bit about the 5% credit or the success of the study; she just wanted to hold on until the end of class so she didn't get kicked out of school... or wet herself in front of forty people. She felt her pee push to the very edge of her pee-hole. She finally pressed against her vagina to just barely prevent the squirt. It was impossible to exert enough pressure through the skirt to hold it for another twenty minutes. She had to try something else, no matter how embarrassing. Anything was better than wetting her panties like a four-year-old.
Ignoring the muffled laughs from the audience, she hiked her skirt all the way up between questions and shamelessly shoved her hand into the gusset of her frilly white and pink panties. She continued to answer questions with her free hand, with the tablet resting on her quivering legs. She couldn't risk being accused of giving up on the study. She wanted to quit so badly, but knew she couldn't. She had gone through way too much pain, suffering, and humiliation to give up now.
As she answered the final question of the segment, Heather got up from the chair and set her tablet down on it. Ignoring the giggles from the crowd once again, she shoved her right hand into her crotch to double the pressure on her pussy and danced violently on the spot. She was so close to wetting herself. Fifteen more minutes- was it possible for her to hang on?
Chapter 10
Eva struggled to concentrate on the story playing on the cassette player behind her. She had just recorded a desperation level of "14" on the grid in front of her. With the experiment requiring her to take regular sips of liquid, her urgency for the toilet was growing much more quickly. Her performance in the exercise was really suffering, but it was only partly because of her filling bladder. The other half of her brain was thinking about sex. How she was going to fuck James today and how great it would feel. For the first time in a long time, Eva wanted a man for more than just sex. She wanted James to be her boyfriend. It felt so odd for her to think like that.
The segment finally ended and Eva rose from her seat again, still clutching her pussy with her left hand. She tore off the fourth page with her right hand and handed it to James, dancing desperately in front of him. He had his eyes locked on her as he accepted the page from her. She snuck a peek down at his lap and confirmed a massive erection poking a tent in his black dress pants. Eva smiled to herself as she turned around slowly, still squirming. She shook her ass seductively for a few moments before sitting back down.
A couple minutes later, Eva drank again upon James' clap. Her bottle was nearly empty now- there was only enough liquid left for one last drink. She messily scribbled down a "16" on her grid. Her handwriting was deteriorating as her bladder filled rapidly to its capacity. It wouldn't be long now before she involuntarily wet herself. Ten minutes, maybe- fifteen tops. She would finally show James what he had probably wanted to see the first time they had talked in his office. Maybe he had been attracted to her all along, but just hadn't shown it. What if she had happened to become desperate during a lecture in one of the earlier classes? Would that have attracted him? Had there been other desperate girls in his lectures who had caught his interest?
No matter- he was hers now. She was here, no one else. She was the girl who was going to piss her jeans in front of him, strip out of her wet clothes right there in the classroom, then suck his mammoth cock until he shot his load into her mouth. She would fulfill all his wet fantasies and he would never desire anyone else. Their beautiful relationship would definitely start today. It was only a matter of time before her bladder burst and she soaked her jeans from crotch to ankles. Her pussy moistened at the thought.
Predictably, the fifth segment ended with Eva writing down even fewer nouns than the four preceding. She was constantly shifting in her seat now, at the point where her bladder pulsed violently inside her, urging her to just let go. Stubbornly she held on. She got up to hand over the latest paper and stood with both hands in her crotch, legs crossed. Looking down at James seated at the desk, she got an idea. She took a couple of steps right up to his table and pushed her body up against the furniture. She moved her hands away from her crotch and leaned so her vagina rested directly on the corner of his desk. She gasped at the pleasurable relief of the hard surface pressing on her womanhood.
James stared uncontrollably at the very visible camel-toe, just inches away from him, highlighted by the corner of the wooden desk. Eva looked at James' sweating face and eager eyes and had a thought to just release her pee right there. The hot wetness would flow through her jeans down the desk and all over his lap and cock. Somehow, she fought off the severe temptation and whispered that her drink was nearly finished. She was going to finish this experiment to the best of her ability.
James reached into the cardboard box at his feet and handed Eva a bottle with shaking hands. She accepted it and grabbed her crotch again as she moved away from the desk. Once again, she moved slowly, giving her man a chance to admire her ass. James clapped a minute after she sat down. Sitting made her want to pee that much more. Her entire body shook as she struggled to contain her urine. She finished off her lemonade and scribbled down a barely legible "17" on the grid.
Waves of intense desperation racked through Eva's twenty-year-old body as she helplessly bounced up and down in her seat. A cold sweat covered her as she fought off spasm after spasm. Her pee nearly escaped the confines of her pussy several times as she tried to just survive to the end of the segment. The exercise was almost impossible to do now- she missed well over half the words. With one minute to go, she could no longer sit in her chair. She hunched over desk, mooning her instructor with her hand in her crotch. She shifted violently, giving her absolute best effort to keep her jeans dry for just a little while longer.
The segment finally ended and Eva scribbled down one last word before dropping her pen to add her right hand to her crotch. She was on the verge of leaking. Any second now, she would piss her jeans. She remembered that she had to give the paper to James. Flinching, she tore one hand off her crotch and ripped off the top page to slam onto the desk behind her. She didn't care about putting on a show for him anymore; her need for relief was too dominating. She hopped and squirmed around the classroom before James finally warned her that break was almost up. She hobbled back to her desk and realized that would have to use both hands to undo the cap of the new water bottle.
She cautiously departed her hands from her vagina and unscrewed the bottle, just barely getting her left hand back in position to prevent an imminent squirt. She lifted the bottle to her lips with her right hand and took three quick sips. She grabbed her pen to scribble "19" on her grid, then crossed it off and wrote a giant "20" as she lost control.
James looked on in amazement as the hunched-over, jeans-clad butt in front of him darkened and the growing wetness quickly spread down Eva's legs to the floor. She straightened up with a huge sigh of relief and continued peeing in place for a few more seconds before turning around and exposing her front to James. She looked down at the huge lake of her long-held pee flowing out to the sides of the classroom. She finally stopped wetting herself and looked expectedly at her instructor hoping for any kind of move from him, but he simply looked on at her wet jeans in silent shock.
Eva decided to approach him. As she bent over to kiss him, she saw that he had his hand on the tent in his pants. She closed her eyes as her lips touched his and prepared her tongue to enter his mouth, but he quickly broke off the kiss and got up from the chair. Eva opened her eyes, upset at his sudden withdrawal.
"I'm sorry, Eva. I can't do this!" James' hand was still covering his groin, but Eva could tell he had cum in his pants. He stumbled towards the door, yelling back at her. "I'll clean up the room later! Just make sure you close the door when you leave- I'm sorry, Eva. Bye!"
Eva burst into quiet tears as he left the room. She looked down at her jeans in disbelief of what she had done for him, to no avail. She seated her wet ass at James' desk and put her head down, sobbing for the next five minutes. Finally, the rational side of her told her that she should change and leave before the wet mess was discovered. She peeled off her soaked jeans, leaving her wet panties in place and hiked on the mini-skirt from her purse. She dried off her legs as much as possible with the t-shirt and put it back in her purse before leaving the room.
James ended up asking his Teaching Assistant to teach the final lecture, rescheduled as a review session for the upcoming exam. He wasn't around to supervise the final exam either. The next semester, he relocated to Florida to continue his PhD there. Eva never saw him again. The second man she had ever truly cared about had left her just like the first had, fifteen years earlier.
Chapter 11
Eva had plopped herself down on the chair behind the computer. She was rocking back and forth in constant motion, like a pendulum. She felt herself leak as she watched Heather struggle. She clamped down hard to halt the flow. She couldn't help but be a bit disappointed- she had started to pee herself before Heather. Then again, Heather may have leaked already. It was impossible to tell with the teen's hands covering her crotch in the middle of a huge pee dance.
Eva squirted again as the five-minute "break" ended. She realized that Heather had an advantage of being able to hold herself while she couldn't, due to the fear of Iris seeing. Iris was looking to her right; Eva was in her direct line of sight to Heather. Or maybe she was looking at her instructor, having figured out that she needed to pee too; it was impossible to tell.
Heather was in no shape to sit down anymore- she simply knelt down next to the chair on her knees with the tablet resting on the chair. Unfortunately, she had to pry one hand off her vagina to answer questions. She spurted as she let go and just barely regained control by pushing her left hand DEEP into her womanhood. Her panties dampened and several drops of her almost colourless urine fell to the floor between her knees. Laughter immediately emerged from her classmates.
With Iris occupied on her questions, Eva took the liberty of kicking off her shoe and sitting on her heel, while still on the chair. She had to hike up her dress a little but still made sure the diaper was hidden from view. The pressure exerted on her pussy through the bulky material was incredible, instantaneously removing a massive load of stress from her poor body. She could feel the heat from the piss in the diaper against her pussy as she creatively pushed against her vagina.
Halfway through the final segment, Heather leaked again- hard. A three second moment of incontinence resulted in a weak stream flowing through her hands and splattering to the floor, wetting her knees this time. Heather cried audibly as she just managed to stop herself from having a complete accident. It hurt SO much to hold it. Her bladder was at complete capacity. Each drop that flowed in needed to be peed out almost immediately. Why had her fucking instructor humiliated her so much? Why had her stupid boyfriend called in the middle of class? Why the fuck had she answered?
Eva shifted uncomfortably in her seat as the sight of Heather losing control briefly made her squirt a third time. Even with her foot pressing on her pussy, her need to pee was intense, immediate. She was going to soak her diaper at any moment. The clock read 11:26. So close to the end of the experiment, yet so far. Heather would understandably run to the toilet the moment she was able to, but what could Eva do? Her only option was to pee in front of her students and hope she could get away long enough to change out of the smelly wet diaper so she wouldn't have to teach in it for the rest of class. It was a dilemma she had committed herself to three hours ago, when she had downed all those drinks and dressed herself in an adult pull-up.
Two long minutes to go. Heather squirmed desperately in place, trying to prevent another squirt. She feared that the next leak would be the final one. Her bladder seemed to be screaming at her from inside her body. Spasm after spasm blasted through her. She could feel her wet panties clinging to her pussy; they sure cooled quickly after each hot squirt. How great it would feel just to let go release all that piss where she knelt. Forget the humiliation, the research, her academic future- just the immediate relief would almost be worth it. Her hips twisted violently as she continued to answer those questions, eagerly anticipating when this inhumane torture would finally end.
One more minute. So close to relief. She had to make it- she just did. The humiliation of having a full-on accident in front of the entire class would be too much to live down. She could already visualize herself dashing through the door on the far side of the room, down the hall, into the washroom, and onto the toilet. Hopefully, she wouldn't encounter anyone on the way. Oh, it would feel like absolute heaven to finally let go- if she could just make it to that darn toilet.
Final question and she was done. It was truly a surreal feeling. Now she just had to make it to the toilet and she would avoid the embarrassment of a major public accident. As she rose to her feet, she knew she was in trouble. Her strained bladder had been denied relief for way too long. She took a three steps before she burst. An unstoppable waterfall shot out of her and she froze in place in front of Eva's desk. Her hands still cupped her wetting pussy, but she no longer bothered to try and stop the accident. It was a useless effort. The flood inside her was too strong, too over-powering, too massive. Hot pee shot through her panties and splattered loudly on the floor, forming a mighty ocean in front of the shocked class. Emptying her bladder took over a minute; her waterfall finally weakened into a stream before ending as a light dribble down her legs. She shivered with relief as her bladder receded back to its normal size.
Directly behind Heather, Eva also lost all control while admiring her student's giant pee accident. Her diaper filled with an all too familiar warmth. She closed her eyes in relief as she let her bladder empty while sitting on her chair. She could almost hear the quiet hissing as she pissed, but knew it was her imagination as Heather's loud splattering easily overpowered any sound her pee-hole may have been producing. Eva was in ultimate bliss. As she finished relieving herself, she almost came on the spot. She had just made her hot teenage student piss herself and then lost control of her own bladder in an adult diaper in front of her class. This had to be the hottest, sexiest, greatest moment of her life.
The class fell into a dead silence Heather looked down in deep humiliation at her exposed wet panties and drenched legs. She quietly removed her hands from her most private region and pulled her skirt down to hide her soiled panties from view. She had no idea what to do next. She had just completely pissed herself in front of everyone. This was the end of her- she could never show her face at university, to her friends, even anywhere in public. Sooner or later, everyone would find out about this. She bowed her head and sobbed quietly.
Eva finally awoke from her dreamy haze and quickly scanned her legs along with the floor below for leaks. She reached back to feel her ass for wetness, but everything was dry. She stood up, called out for a fifteen minute break, then grabbed Heather by the arm to lead her straight to her office. Heather was still in a shocked daze and allowed herself to be dragged the entire way. Eva swiftly locked the door behind them.
"Heather, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" Eva asked with genuine concern on her face. Heather could only sob in reply, unable to look her instructor in the eye. Eva reached over and lifted her face up by the chin before burying her student in a warm, passionate hug. She finally let go after thirty seconds.
"Heather, I want to show you something." Eva looked deep into her eyes before lifting up her blue dress to reveal her wet diaper. Heather's jaw dropped in amazement and she struggled to piece together the implications of everything that had just happened, and was happening before her eyes.
Eva continued staring at her beautiful student and continued speaking. "I have a pee fetish. A long time ago, I was a troubled young girl much like yourself, and a professor helped me by showing me... all of this." She gestured to her diaper and then to Heather's wet panties. Heather's eyes lit up with intrigue and she lifted her skirt once again to observe her peed underwear. Eva's breathing intensified at the sight. She felt a powerful urge to lick the young lady's pussy right through her wet panties. She somehow composed herself and instead knelt down in front of her.
"I'm going to change you into clean panties, ok?" Heather nodded quietly, starting to feel sexually excited herself. Eva grabbed a packet of wet wipes and one of several pairs of clean panties she stored for herself in her office before yanking down her student's wet lingerie. She gingerly wiped Heather's clean-shaven pussy and all the way down her legs before asking her to step into the fresh pair of purple cotton panties. Eva pulled them up to the teenager's waist with a light loving slap on her bum and pulled the leather skirt down.
"I want you to feel comfortable to come to me with anything you ever need, Heather." She looked into her eyes again and was relieved to finally get a warm smile and "Thanks" in reply. "I'll see you class, ok? I'm just going to... get cleaned up now." Heather nodded with a shy smile and left the office. Eva could tell she wanted to stay just a few moments longer. The poor girl had probably been deprived of loving parenting all her life.
Eva closed the door before ripping off her diaper, slumping into her chair, and fingering herself furiously. She reached into drawer to pull out her Hitachi Wand and held it to her clitoris. In two minutes flat, she reached an unbelievable, earth-shattering orgasm, complete with screaming and squirting all over her office. She collapsed into her chair and opened a second packet of wipes to clean herself with. She decided against panties, threw her diaper in the trash-can, and locked up her office. As she began her walk back to the lecture hall, Eva vowed to never do to Heather what James had done to her.
Edited May 19, 2015 by fullbladder
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Last April I saw a challenge that Jimmy Olsen posted on Nyou Fiction and it gave me an interesting idea for a story. It took over a year, working on and off, but the story is finally finished.
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April Fooled: the prank and the puddle
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-Chapter 1: The Prank-
Cara hurried down the hall, past the executive offices and the elevators and toward the break room. From the anxious look on her face, the stiff tension in her posture and her rapid steps, and most of all the way her hands were pressed into the front of her skirt, anybody who saw her then would have known instantly where she was going, as well as exactly why she was in a hurry. And as she trotted past the break room, someone almost did.
"Cara?" Jenny called out from where she stood at the little counter next to the fridge. She had only seen Cara from the corner of her eye, but she was already turning her head, so Cara had just a split second to react. In a flash she turned to meet Jenny's eyes, snapped her hands away from the front of her skirt, and put on a relaxed friendly smile.
"Oh, hey Jenny," she replied, sounding as calm as she could.
"You wanted to get some more too, huh?" Jenny said with a note of amusement, setting her mug emblazoned with the company logo down on the counter and picking up the big teapot from the little stove next to the counter. "I knew I had to get here quick before everybody else finished off the last of the tea. It's just delicious," she turned back to the counter and began pouring herself a cup of the delicious tea.
"Um... Uh-huh, it sure is," Cara answered, trembling slightly at the sight of the pale stream falling from the teapot's spout and the sound of it splashing in Jenny's mug. That delicious tea was indeed the reason she was here, although not quite in the way that Jenny thought. After a quick longing glance at the door just a few more steps down the hall, she took a moment to stop her trembling and stepped into the break room.
"Did you hear about Erika down in HR? Well you didn't get this from me but I heard Becky say that Henry told her that-" Cara nodded and tried to fake interest in Jenny's fourth-hand office gossip. Jenny just loved to gossip, and something like this happened every time she bumped into anyone in the break room. Cara knew better than to try to interrupt her without a good reason, but she also knew that there was no telling how long Jenny would keep talking, and just now she really didn't want to wait and listen any longer than she had to. So she glanced around, looking for an excuse to leave, and saw the tin of cookies on the counter.
"Ooh, are there any of these left?" she wondered aloud and lifted the lid. The last few cinnamon peanut butter cookies were still there, and they were exactly what she needed. She reached for one, then hesitated and drew back, saying, "I should wash my hands first, though. 'Scuse me."
Having cleverly excused herself she headed back out to the hall and toward her destination just a few steps away. Behind her, however, she heard Jenny exclaim, "Oh good idea, me too. I thought we finished those yesterday," and suddenly the other woman was next to her, saying something or other about what Henry heard from Karen in HR as they opened the door to the ladies' room. Before Cara could think of what to do next, another voice called out.
"Oh, Jenny," Julie said, her eyes lighting up as soon as she came over to them, still drying her hands with a paper towel. "You'll never guess what I heard from Becky just now."
"You mean about what Karen said happened to Erika?" Jenny's eyes lit up in exactly the same way as Julie's, and in moments the two were engrossed in their gossip. Julie loved to gossip just as much as Jenny, and something like this happened every time the two of them bumped into each other. Cara knew there was no telling how long they would keep talking now, and just now she really didn't want to have to wait long enough to find out.
If I can just wait until they leave... She trembled again at the thought of how long that might take. Maybe if I mention the cookies again they'll both want to go have some right away... It was a longshot, but just now it was the best chance she had. Maybe if I mention it as soon as they both finish washing up... if I can just wait that long... but... but I don't think I can wait much longer... She was nervously trying to decide how much longer she could wait when all of a sudden Jenny showed her.
Chuckling softly at something that Becky or Karen or whoever said, Jenny stepped over to the sink and started to wash her hands. The sight of that stream of water pouring from the faucet and the sound of it splashing in the sink made Cara tremble once again, and this time she couldn't stop. She stood there holding her breath and concentrating as hard as she could to try to get ahold of herself, but the sound of flowing water echoed off the walls and seemed to come from every direction at once, and she couldn't tear her eyes away from the gushing stream, and her trembling just got worse and worse. Then answer to her question hit her all at once, and her heart leaped into her throat as she realized, I... I can't... can't... I can't wait any longer! Her eyes widened, and all thought of Jenny and Julie and how she might get them to leave right away was suddenly gone from Cara's mind, replaced by the horrified silent wail, I can't hold it!!
She zipped into the nearest stall, yanked her skirt up to her waist and her panties down to her knees just in time. Only a fraction of a second later a slender pale golden jet shot into the toilet beneath her, hissing softly and chattering against the porcelain with a sound that seemed to merge into the noise from the sink. An intense relief blossomed within her as her floodgates opened up and her bladder released its contents at long last, and she slowly sank onto the toilet seat. Her skin tingled and flushed, her eyelids fluttered, and a soft moan escaped her lips. Losing herself in the feeling, Cara let her body relax and her stream grow steadily stronger, which made the hissing and the splashing grow steadily louder, until soon it could be heard over the faucet. Then her eyes popped open as she suddenly realized with a start, oh no! the door!
In her haste to reach the toilet in time, Cara had completely neglected to close the stall door behind her. It was standing wide open, and if Jenny or Julie moved even a few steps they would have a perfect view of her sitting there with her panties down! Blushing a bit brighter, she leaned forward to close the door, and at the same time Jenny finished washing her hands and turned off the faucet. The noise from the sink stopped, only to be replaced a moment later by an even louder noise from the toilet. Because when Cara leaned forward, her stream tilted backward, and now it was splashing directly into the water with a mighty echoing noise like a raging river. Cara reflexively tried to cut off the flow momentarily, but her lengthy struggles to delay her bladder's release earlier had left her without the strength to interrupt that release now, and all her efforts achieved was to reduce the stream's power a tiny bit, which did almost nothing to lessen the noise. She could only blush even more and redouble her effort to reach the door and get it closed before somebody looked inside and the whole situation got even more embarrassing.
After long frantic seconds she managed it, and once the door was closed she sat back and let her stream return to the porcelain, the loud splashing once again becoming muted. Her burst of energy drained away, replaced by a relief that seemed by contrast even more intense than before, and only grew even stronger as Cara let herself relax and let her stream flow freely and grow more and more powerful until it became a mighty gush. All thought of embarrassment vanished as the feeling overtook her, and even the sound that she was making seemed to fade away. Her head tilted back, her eyes slowly closed, a smile blossomed on her face, and her back began to arch. That shift in position caused the gusher that was flowing beneath her to tilt backwards once again until it was splashing merrily into the water with an even louder noise than before. This time Cara was so immersed in blissful relief that she didn't react at all, but only let loose another long, low moan.
Eventually, once her bladder had nearly emptied itself and her stream at last began to taper off, Cara slowly came back to her senses and grew aware of her surroundings once again. First she heard her own fading splashes in the toilet, and then she heard the snickering. Jenny and Julie were still standing by the sink, but instead of gossiping away happily like usual they were whispering about something and snickering repeatedly. Still trying to fully collect her thoughts, Cara listened in curiosity for a few seconds trying to figure out what they were snickering at and gossiping about this time, until suddenly all her embarrassment came rushing back at once as she suddenly realized that they were snickering at her.
It's not my fault! she wanted to cry out, but she knew it wouldn't help. I didn't mean to hold it until the last minute... really! I tried to go to the bathroom earlier, I just didn't have a chance... She was on the subway on her way to work when she noticed her bladder was just starting to get just a little bit full and she kinda had to go. I was gonna use the bathroom at the station, but then the subway was a little late and I had to hurry to catch the shuttle. The company shuttle was already waiting at the station ready to leave for the office when she got there and she didn't have time to use the bathroom, so she just had to hold it. And I was gonna use the bathroom as soon as I got to the office, but then when I got to work Donna was already here and she bumped into me in the elevator and said she wanted an update to yesterday's report on the Juniper project in time for the morning conference call. Cara's bladder was getting a little more full by that point and she had to go a little worse, but she still didn't have to go too bad and she didn't want to keep Donna waiting, and anyway getting the report ready wouldn't take too long, so she just kept holding it.
And as soon as I got done with that it was already time for the meeting and Donna messaged me that she wanted me on the call right away. By then Cara's bladder was definitely getting full and she definitely had to go, but there just wasn't time for her to take a bathroom break, so she just had to keep on holding it. She picked up the phone and tried to get as comfortable as she could and she tried her best to ignore the growing discomfort and the warning signals and concentrate on the conference call, and she was hoping that the call wouldn't last too long and she was really hoping that her bladder wouldn't get any more full than it already was. Unfortunately, that's exactly what it did. At least Donna asked me to talk about the project right at the beginning... She was really grateful for that, because by the time she was finished saying what she had to say about the Juniper report the discomfort and the warning signals were getting impossible to ignore, and before long she could hardly concentrate on anything else. Her bladder was getting really full really fast and she had to go really bad, and it just kept getting worse. Soon she was really struggling to keep holding it, and she was really grateful that she was in a conference call and not an actual meeting and nobody could see her like that.
By the time the call finally began to wrap up Cara was squirming and wiggling her hips constantly, with her legs crossed tightly and squeezed together and both hands jammed between them. But it was only when the call was at last over and she jumped up to run to the bathroom that the true severity of her situation hit her all at once. Because standing up like that delivered a little jolt that made her insides bounce, which made her suddenly and quite uncomfortably aware that her bladder was filled right to the very brim, and she was right on the very brink of having a huge accident.
After taking a moment to steady herself and redouble her efforts to hold it she hurried down the hall past the executive offices and the elevators and toward the break room, where she ran into Jenny. She really didn't want to let Jenny realize how very very badly she had to go, because she knew perfectly well that if that shameless gossip even suspected what kind of situation Cara was having, the whole office was sure to know about it by tomorrow. So she acted as calm and casual as she could, even while her bursting bladder ached and throbbed with the absolutely urgent need to release its contents.
Watching Jenny pour her tea while in such a state made Cara tremble briefly with exertion to resist the sudden rising urge to let go, but she managed to maintain control and even came up with that idea about the cookies, thinking that it was the perfect way to excuse herself and get to the bathroom without letting Jenny realize what she intended to do there. But that backfired badly when Jenny ended up following her to the bathroom, and it backfired even worse when they ran into Julie there too.
Why did the two of them have to be here... With her desperately needed relief so tantalizingly close she longed to simply plop down on the toilet and let go, but both Julie and Jenny were standing right there, and she knew that if she let the pair of shameless gossips hear her relieving herself, the whole company was sure to know about it by lunchtime. So she waited, forcing herself to hold it just a little bit longer while she tried to come up with a way to get the pair to leave a bit sooner... until Jenny turned on the faucet.
That was all it took to push Cara over the edge. The splashing that filled the room and filled her ears made her whole body start to tremble, and she started to panic as she realized what was happening. Her extremely full bladder was finally letting go, her tightly clenched floodgates were being forced open from within, the flood they were holding back was just about to come pouring out, and worst of all there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it. Her only hope was to get to the toilet before it was too late, and with a burst of frantic speed she just barely made it.
Then it was coming out, the mighty stream was gushing into the bowl, and the wave of visceral relief was washing over her. Between that relief and the brief return of panic when she realized she left the stall door open, Cara hardly had a thought to spare for the clattering and splashing noises she was making until it was way too late. By then her long loud leak was almost over, and Jenny and Julie had heard everything. They were already whispering about it, and that meant it was only a matter of time before they told everybody. It's not my fault! She repeated, blushing despite the mental protest. I didn't mean to hold it until the last minute. And I didn't mean to be so loud. It's just... I had to go sooo bad... and it felt sooo good... and I... I just couldn't help it. But she knew she couldn't say any of that, because anything she said now would only make things worse. Julie and Jenny had themselves a fresh and juicy piece of gossip now, giving them any more details would only make it even juicier. So Cara just sighed and got ready to get up.
She had just flushed and she was pulling up her panties when she heard the bathroom door open again, followed by the distinctive rapid clicking of heels on the tile floor. "Good morning everybody!" announced a familiar cheerful voice. "Sorry that I cannot talk right now, I have really got to take a leak!" That cheerful declaration, along with the cheerful giggle which punctuated it, told her who just walked in with even more certainty than the voice itself. And so, as the footsteps clicked past her stall door, Cara quickly realized what was just about to happen and hurried to pull down her skirt and straighten it out. The clicking proceeded into the stall next to hers, and she opened her own stall door just as the door of that one was closing. Keeping her head down to avoid the two pairs of eyes that waited by the sink, she hurried over to wash her hands, hoping to finish and leave before what was just about to happen happened. But as soon as she turned on the faucet, it happened.
The water poured from the faucet and into the sink with a vigorous splashing noise, and a moment later it was joined by a similar yet even louder noise from the stall. It echoed off the walls, easily overpowering the faucet and making the bathroom sound like the base of a raging waterfall. Such a sudden and mighty splashing could only be the sound of a truly powerful gusher pointed straight down into a toilet bowl and allowed to flow freely at maximum force. It was clearly a sound made by someone who was completely comfortable with being overheard.
Cara, however, was not at all comfortable with overhearing it. She blushed brightly as soon as it started, trying to hurry even more. And her discomfort only grew when a loud moan resounded from the occupied stall, bearing the unmistakable tones of intense relief. Finishing up at the sink, Cara turned and trotted out the door as fast as she could, still careful to keep her eyes down so as not to look at Jenny or Julie or the stall with the noises coming from it. The two of them, however, exercised no such discretion.
Even as the bathroom door swung shut they were both gazing in overt fascination at that stall, particularly at the pair of slender feet that peeped beneath the stall door. Those feet were wearing a pair of strappy high heels and a tiny electric blue thong was stretched between their ankles. Their toes flexed and wiggled, then slowly relaxed. A second moan issued from the stall's occupant, longer than the first, followed by a gentle and contented sigh. Finally the splashing sound began to gradually fade, the stream that produced it easing to a trickle before tapering off with a few last seconds of dribbling. The feet retreated, and some moments later the toilet flushed and the door opened and Aliyaya emerged, beaming with evident relief.
"Good morning Jenny! Good morning Julie!" She announced again to each of the pair in turn, every bit as cheerful as the first time. They both looked up from pretending to chat about nothing in particular and greeted her right back, acting as if they hadn't just been listening to her loudly relieve herself only seconds before. The three of them continued to chat about nothing in particular while Aliyaya took a few moments to check her hair in the mirror and wash up, and when she was finished she headed off to get back to work.
As soon as she turned away Jenny looked at Julie with the sparkle of a brilliant idea in her eyes and eagerly whispered, "Hey, I've got a great idea. Do you still have the program we used for those posters back in..." Not wanting to intrude on their conversation any further, Aliyaya left them alone and quickly headed down the hall and back to her desk, pausing briefly as she passed Cara's.
"Good morning Cara!" she announced once again. Her cheerful voice and beaming smile seemed to brighten Cara's glum mood slightly.
"Oh. Good morning Yaya," Cara offered with a smile of her own. Aliyaya insisted on letting all the other secretaries call her that. "Thanks again for the tea, by the way," she quickly added, "I tried some this morning and it's delicious." She knew Aliyaya would want to know what she thought about the tea, which had been a gift to all the girls in the office the other day. Cara had tried a cup of it this morning with breakfast, and enjoyed it so much that she indulged in another cup before she left for work. At her own mention of that tea, a slightly troubling suspicion occurred to her, but she decided not to bring it up just now.
"Oh, I am surely pleased to hear that. I just knew that everyone would enjoy it so much." With that Aliyaya continued to her desk, sat down and crossed her legs. She always sat with her legs crossed and turned to the side, with one leg absently dangling and swaying. Cara thought it made her look more like a glamour model posing for a photo shoot than a secretary, but then she thought Aliyaya looked like some sort of model pretty much all the time. Her wavy black hair that tumbled halfway down her back in a slightly tousled cloud looked like it belonged in a shampoo commercial. Her long and slender yet splendidly toned legs could model stockings or hose, although she never actually wore either one. Her flawlessly smooth, perfectly bronzed skin seemed all ready to model sunscreen or tanning salons or possibly both. Even the way she walked looked like she was constantly strutting down some imaginary catwalk or red carpet. And she knew the reason why such an absolutely magnificent exotic beauty would be sitting here in an office instead of posing in front of a crowd or a camera somewhere, and he arrived just a few minutes later.
The elevator dinged and Aliyaya lifted her head and stood up, smiling. Blue, Cara noticed quickly before she also looked over at the elevator door. A man's tall suited figure emerged and walked toward them with casual confident strides, and Aliyaya's bright smile and cheerful greeting met him as he reached her desk. "Good morning Ron!" she beamed with dutiful yet genuine enthusiasm.
"Morning dearie," he replied, showing Aliyaya a charming lopsided grin and peering down at her, allowing his gaze to linger upon her generously endowed chest just long enough to make Cara uncomfortable before he lifted his eyes and remarked, "I must say, you're looking just as lovely as ever this morning."
"Oh! Thank you sir," Aliyaya's demure tone and girlish giggle sounded perfectly genuine, even though Ron had complimented her just like that almost every morning for weeks. At first he reserved particularly glowing praise for days when she happened to wear something particularly revealing, and it wasn't long before she started taking the semi-subtle hint and wearing a cleavage-baring top or a teeny-tiny skirt every single day. With Ron clearly enjoying and shamelessly encouraging this trend, Aliyaya's already skimpy outfits gradually grew even skimpier, and today's outfit was one of her skimpiest yet.
She had on a stretchy cream-colored scoop neck blouse and a tiny little tight black miniskirt. The skirt was just barely long enough to fully cover her plump yet toned and firm rear end, and so tight that it clung to every bit of the smooth and gentle curves of her hips. Her top was even more revealing, snug enough to hold her big full breasts in place and squeeze them together, low-cut enough to put the resulting blossom of cleavage very prominently on display, and the fabric thin and flimsy enough that her perky nipples made it pointedly obvious she was not wearing a bra.
That much suddenly became even more obvious when Aliyaya leaned down to rummage among the papers on her desk, demonstrating that while her top was tight enough to squeeze her boobs until they bulged it was also stretchy enough that it did practically nothing to impede their mobility. Her breasts swayed and jiggled freely, yet Aliyaya didn't even seem to notice she was practically waving them right in Ron's face. Nor did he point it out to her, but simply watched the show appreciatively until she found what she was looking for and started to read it. "Donna said she wants to review the morning meeting with you right away. Mr. DiMartino called again, he said you would know what it was about. And there is that 11:10 scheduled with the product planning team." her musical lilting accent made the dry words sound incongruously beautiful.
"Great, great," Ron smiled and nodded when she was done, "Be a doll and let old man Henderson know I'll have the last of the McGuirk files ready after lunch sometime." Then he swaggered toward his office, giving Cara a quick nod on the way past her desk. Cara just fumed silently and pretended not to notice. Ron Napier was the executive sales director, a self-proclaimed 'shark in a suit' so blatantly and unapolagetically misogynistic that he sometimes seemed like a Madison Avenue Ad Man that just stepped out of the early '60s, especially when he was leering at his secretary and calling her things like 'dearie' or 'doll'. Cara and the rest were just sure the only reason he hired Aliyaya was because in his world having a really hot secretary was some kind of status symbol or whatever, and they were all sure he was going to cross the line with her sooner or later and get himself slapped with a lawsuit or reassigned to the overseas branch or something. But so far no matter how he looked at her or what he called her all he ever seemed to get was chewed out.
I'm still watching him, though. Cara made sure to listen carefully every time Ron talked to Aliyaya, although so far the worst thing she'd caught him saying when he thought nobody else could hear was 'toots'. But if he ever calls her 'babe', I'll tell Donna and maybe then she can finally do something. It would be different if Aliyaya herself complained about her boss's behavior, of course, but as far as anyone could tell she didn't even seem to notice that the man was a huge sexist pig, let alone have any problem with it. Normally all the other secretaries would have absolutely hated her for letting him get away with everything he did, on top of looking like she did and dressing like she did... except Aliyaya was so sweet and friendly to everybody all the time that they just couldn't. Even Jenny and Julie never did anything worse than try to start a betting pool about where she was really from, and the way Cara heard they had to drop that after they got around to coaxing the answer to the mystery out of Aliyaya herself, only to hear the story of a genealogy so extensive and convoluted and involving so many countries from all over the world (including every single bet that had been placed so far) that there was no way they could even begin to figure out who winner should be.
"Yes sir!" Aliyaya cheerfully called toward Ron's departing back, then sat down and crossed her legs like always before picking up the phone to call Mr. Henderson as instructed. Electric blue, Cara noticed again, getting a slightly longer glimpse this time. Ever since she started wearing miniskirts every day, whenever Aliyaya crossed her legs upon sitting down or uncrossed her legs to stand up her panties would briefly peek into view, and from where Cara sat she just couldn't help but see them almost every time. Blue today... and bright green yesterday... and last week she wore hot pink at least twice... Aliyaya seemed to be very fond of brightly colored underwear. Cara had only seen her wearing black panties a few times, and white panties not even once. I think there was a magenta pair too... and peach one day... and the week before that there was canary yellow and- With a start Cara caught herself thinking entirely too much about the subject, put the brakes on that train of thought and got back to work. Aliyaya made her brief call, and nothing else out of the ordinary happened before their next break.
When it arrived they both headed to the break room again. Cara got up and started down the hall first, and so did not catch another glimpse of Aliyaya's panties when she got up as well. Aliyaya didn't start down the hall right away, however, instead pausing for a moment to adjust her skirt. She really liked this skirt. It was cute and stylish and it was wonderful for showing off her nice legs and her nice hips and her nice figure. Unfortunately, it was also so tight that the hemline had a tendency to creep slowly but steadily up her thighs over the course of the day. Even when she was just walking normally it would slip higher and higher with every step she took, and whenever she climbed the stairs or sat down or stood up it would rise a bit more precipituosly. If Aliyaya wasn't careful to adjust it from time to time, sooner or later her already skirt always seemed to end up quite a bit shorter than she was quite comfortable with.
Just now, however, she noticed her rising hemline well before it could threaten her modesty and quickly tugged it back to a comfortable position. With that taken care of she trotted down the hall and was met with the sudden and unexpected sound of laughter coming from the break room. When she looked inside and saw that it was Jenny and Julie laughing, so hard that they were both doubled over and leaning on the countertop, while Cara stood between them. Cara wasn't laughing at all, she was just standing there and staring at something on the bulletin board. Curious, Aliyaya approached the three of them, but before she could ask what was going on Julie looked up and saw her.
"Oh, Yaya..." she called out, gasping for breath as the laughter began to fade. "Come here and look at this. Isn't it just perfect?" she pointed to the bulletin board, her eyes darting back toward Cara and her voice trembling with the strain of suppressing a fresh burst of laughter. "Now the two of you can -snrrk- really... settle things!" With that her suppression efforts failed and the laughter came bursting out. Aliyaya wanted to ask what she meant, but she was doubled over and laughing helplessly right along with Jenny, and then Cara whirled and fled out to the hall. Aliyaya got only a brief glimpse of her face, but it almost seemed like there were tears welling in her eyes.
"Wait!" Jenny called after her, the last of her laughter fading away rapidly. "Wait, come on. Don't be mad..." She and Julie both hurried out after Cara, leaving Aliyaya standing there even more confused and curious than before. She turned to the bulletin board and the large poster that was tacked up right in the middle, along with a few old post-its from the past several weeks. The poster's text was big and bold and brightly colored, as if trying to shout every word with breathless enthusiasm.
IMPORTANT!
ATTENTION EVERYBODY!!
In keeping with tradition, the ladies of the secretarial pool are pleased to announce that today, April 1st, shall be the debut of our annual Feminine Relief Contest!
Entry is open and free. Any lady appropriately inclined and endowed with the proper talents is welcome to participate.
Each Contestant will relieve herself fully, competing to produce the most spectacular display of a true feminine flood, as judged according to the following criteria:
Capacity and Volume!
Loudness of Flow!
Strong, Powerful Stream!
Display of Enjoyment!
She who can present us with the biggest, the loudest, the most powerful, and the most splendidly enjoyable such spectacle shall be judged the winner and receive acclaim and fabulous prizes.
Don't be shy! Show off your body's hidden potential for all to see and win big!
Aliyaya stared at the poster with a puzzled expression, reading it and rereading it to make sure she was reading it correctly. "Feminine Relief Contest..." she muttered softly, then repeated it in her own language. She tried to use English as much as she could apart from the occasional spontaneous exclamation, but she wasn't quite comfortable enough to think in it or use it all the time when she was alone just yet. "Feminine Relief... does that mean...?" She had an idea of what it might mean, but it was so absurd that she could hardly believe it. She read the poster again, trying to come up with another possible meaning that she might have missed and telling herself that her first guess just couldn't be right. But she couldn't think of a single alternative, and after reading it over and over her doubts finally began to dissipate. "Then... whoa... it really does mean..." with that her face blossomed into a big grin and she exclaimed, "Wonderful!"
Grinning happily, she trotted over to the stove and started making a fresh pot of tea. "Just wonderful." She giggled softly, switching back to English now in case somebody walked in. "I have never heard a thing about that kind of tradition around here, but it does sound ever so much fun... and it does so bring back the memories..." Memories from her childhood came drifting back to her then. Memories of long, lazy summer afternoons spent lounging outside on the grass with her little sister Chikaya, and one the particularly vivid memory of the day that started it all.
Suddenly she could almost hear Chikaya's voice from that day so long ago, lazily drawling out, "I gotta go..." from where she lay on the grass staring up at the clear afternoon sky. There was a lengthy delay, then Aliyaya's own reply, "I gotta go too." They stayed right where they were, however, both lying there on the grass and neither one making any move to get up and go inside. And what happened next she remembered most clearly of all. Chikaya sat up and proudly announced, "I'll betcha I gotta go more!" Even all these years later Aliyaya still had to giggle at the memory, although at the time she could only stare in total surprise as her little sister yanked down her little pink panties and started to 'go' right there on the grass.
"But she was wrong," Aliyaya commented upon the scene replaying inself her mind, giggling even more. In her memory she watched Little Chikaya take her little leak and give a big self-satisfied sigh. But then little Aliyaya slipped off her own little panties and took her own leak, and that wiped the look of satisfaction right off her little sister's face. "She lost that bet," Aliyaya remembered aloud, now bubbling with laughter. "and she knew it. And she just couldn't stand it."
Chikaya was always a willful and energetic little girl, impulsive and headstrong and extremely competitive, especially with her big sister, and she absolutely couldn't stand to lose, especially not to her big sister. Even with something as silly and childish as a bet make out of boredom and lethargy, she just had to try again. And she did try again, the very next day. The two of them were lounging around outside just like before when all of a sudden Chikaya got up and declared, "I gotta go, and this time I bet I gotta go way more than you!" And once again she pulled down her panties and she let go, and once again she lost. "She lost the next time too," Aliyaya reminisced, "and she lost the time after that, and the next time and the next time... she just kept on trying, and she just kept on losing."
After her second or third loss little Chikaya began to make a bit of an effort to prepare for these little impromptu contests, which is to say that she would make sure to have plenty to drink and to then not use the bathroom for at least a few hours, until she was clearly showing the signs of having to go quite badly indeed. Of course, since she would always spend those hours playing outside with her sister, that always meant that Aliyaya ended up going without a visit to the bathroom for at least as long as Chikaya did, and her attempt at preparation only ended up making the results of the sisters' contests even more lopsided.
The reason for that was obvious now, looking back on it years later. Chikaya was always a slim and very petite little girl... with an equally petite bladder. No matter how much juice she drank and no matter how long she endured the resulting discomfort, that little bladder of hers simply couldn't compete with her big sister Aliyaya's bladder. She must have realized as much sooner or later, but rather than admit that she'd stumbled upon a contest she just couldn't win, Chikaya simply tried using slightly different tactics.
Aliyaya's memory was a little fuzzy on some of the details after all these years, but she did remember that at some point after those early days of simple spontaneous "bets" Chikaya started to come up with rules for their little contests, and that the rules seemed to change with whimsical frequency. Sometimes they would compete over who could let go with the most powerful stream or the loudest, or the stream that lasted longest, and once in a while the stream that could shoot out the farthest over the grass. Other times they weren't competing over letting go at all, but over holding it instead. They would compete over who could hold it the longest, or who could hold it without letting it show, or who could keep holding it while jogging or jumping up and down or stretching or being gleefully tickled by her sister. The contests like that frequently ended with little Chikaya totally soaking her little panties, while little Aliyaya's panties never got anything worse than a little squirt, and that was almost always because Aliyaya was even more ticklish than her little sister. But no matter what the rules of their contests were Aliyaya was always the winner, and soon enough she began to enjoy winning so much that she grew just as enthusiastic about competing and preparing to compete in them as Chikaya ever was.
Eventually the end of the summer put a stop to the little girls' contests, since they had to stop spending all day playing outside, but as soon as the next summer arrived they started up again as eagerly as ever, and the summer after that too, until the competition gradually turned into a sort of private little summer tradition for the two of them. So even once Chikaya eventually grew up enough to realize how childish and silly her fixation on winning the silly childish contest really was, the tradition itself continued until they were both quite a bit too grown-up to be doing such embarrassing and childish things, and then a little bit longer out of some inexpressable yearning for the innocent and impulsive happiness of childhood.
That feeling was stronger than ever now, years later, and thinking about her childhood contests with her little sister was making Aliyaya quite nostalgic and even more eager to participate in the wonderful tradition that the poster advertised. "A contest, just like back then. It will be ever so much fun," she repeated, pouring herself a nice big steaming cup of tea. "I should start preparing immediately. I do hope that I will have time to prepare properly. If I only had known of this a bit earlier, I might be quite prepared for it already." Naturally, she had no notion that such a contest was planned when she visited the bathroom earlier, or she could have prepared for it very easily by simply skipping that bathroom visit and continuing to hold it for a few more hours. "Unless... oh, come to think on it..." she muttered, realizing that the poster had not mentioned what time this contest was to take place. She turned back and examined it again to be sure.
"Hmm, that is odd..." she murmured, still finding nothing. She stood there thinking about it for a few moments, trying to figure out why such an important detail like that would be left out, then brightened suddenly as she thought of it. "Of course! It must be for an extra challenge." Trying to prepare for the contest without knowing when it was to take place would be much more of a challenge, and it was just the kind of challenge that Aliyaya was perfectly happy to take on. "Well then, in that case it is surely for the best that I used the facilities when I did." While she was quite confident that she could have skipped her visit to the bathroom earlier and kept holding it for a few hours more or so, it would have been really uncomfortable to have to keep holding it much longer than that. And even worse, if the contest ended up being held in the late afternoon she might not have been able to hold it quite long enough, and it would be such a shame for all that effort to go to waste if she ended up being forced to rush to the bathroom before the contest even started.
Fortunately, she knew just how to avoid any such risk. "I shall have to prepare slowly and carefully," she told herself with calm self-assurance. And with that, she took her tea back to her desk and sat down and took the first sip before she got back to work. She kept drinking her tea just like that, slowly and steadily, sip by sip, and the teacup was almost empty when Cara got back.
-Chapter 2: The Prep-
Cara sat down at her desk without even noticing Aliyaya's friendly smile at her return and took a few moments to calm down before she got back to work herself. I just can't believe those two. How could anyone be so insensitive? She was still fuming about what Jenny and Julie did earlier. They're lucky I didn't report them to Donna... She had threatened to do just that before the two of them apologized. The worst part is they didn't even think it was a big deal. Julie and Jenny kept insisting that the poster was just a harmless April Fools Day prank and they had no idea Cara was going to take it so badly, and the sheer self-centered insensitivity and disregard for workplace propriety that kind of attitude displayed had only made Cara even more irate. As far as she was concerned, April Fools Day or not, joking about bodily functions at work was totally crossing the line, and joking about what happened in the bathroom earlier when she was already embarrassed about it was even worse.
Cara was still a little distracted with thinking about all that and calming herself down when Aliyaya got up, so she had just enough attention to spare to catch the quick flash of blue that resulted, and not enough to notice the way that Aliyaya absentmindedly neglected to adjust her skirt right away and started down the hall to the break room with a little bit of her butt peeking out under the hem. Aliyaya, meanwhile, was a little distracted with carefully estimating how her preparations for the contest were coming along, which explained her slightly indecent bit of absentmindedness. Thanks to the skills developed over long years of experience at the long-ago summertime contests with her little sister, Aliyaya could quickly and easily judge exactly how full her bladder was, how fast it was filling, and how soon it would be full enough to give a good showing in competition. Reaching the break room, she smiled merrily and concluded that everything was proceeding right on schedule, and only then belatedly remembered to tug her skirt back down.
So she refilled her teacup, read the poster about the contest on the bulletin board again just to be sure that she hadn't missed anything before, and headed back to her desk. There she once again drained her teacup one sip at a time before returning to the break room to refil it, reassuring herself as she did so that her bladder was slowly and steadily filling up exactly as she planned. She kept on making trips just like that, and on one of them she looked at the bulletin board and found that the familiar colorful poster was missing. That was strange, but she just shrugged and continued with her careful preparations, and after another couple trips it was time for lunch, so she took her lunchbox outside to the bench at the back door to eat her handmade boxed lunch in the shade just like she did every day, along with a full cup of tea.
After lunch she returned to work, continuing her slow and steady preparations, and after a few more trips and a few more teacups she found a new poster on the bulletin board, right where the old one had been.
Be advised that due to unexpectedly high turnout, the companywide event scheduled for end of day today, April 1st, will take place in the third floor auditorium.
This poster was plain and brief and to the point, in stark contrast with the other one, but when Aliyaya read it her face blossomed with excitement and happiness all the same, and she exclaimed with a merry little giggle, "End of the day, huh? Sweet! That's just perfect!" She poured herself another cup of tea, then gently patted herself and giggled again. Patting herself there, at the spot just below her bellybutton where the waistband of her skirt was, magnified the faint signals that her bladder was sending her, which were otherwise nearly too subtle to perceive and would certainly have been undetectable if not for her years of practice. Those signals, the first faint twinges of fullness, were the best indication so far that everything was coming along right on schedule, and at this rate her bladder would be completely full at the end of the day, just as she had planned all along.
At first that plan was an attempt to hedge against the contest's uncertain timing. By preparing slowly and carefully and letting her bladder steadily fill up over the course of the day, Aliyaya could at least be sure that no matter when the contest took place her bladder would be full enough soon enough to participate, and more importantly that it wouldn't be too full too soon and need to be emptied before she could participate. And now that she knew the contest was also scheduled for the end of the day all she had to do was continue with that plan, and the timing would be just perfect. Her bladder would be completely full and she would be completely ready at just the right time to compete at her full potential.
So she went back to her desk once again even happier than before, and continued her preparations even more eagerly than before. She carefully kept to the same slow and steady schedule as before, but now every time she got up to make a trip to the break room she gave herself a few little pats and giggled at the immediate reply from her bladder that signaled its ever-increasing fullness. Soon enough those signals were strong enough to be clearly perceptible as soon as she stood up without any patting needed, and they were just becoming strong enough for her to feel even while she was sitting down when Ron stepped out of his office and came over to talk to her.
"Hey there sweetie, everything going great?" Aliyaya looked up with a bright smile, but Ron didn't wait for her to reply. "Just wanted to make sure you knew about the thing later this afternoon. You'll be there, right?"
"Oh yes. Of course I will, sir," she nodded happily, then blushed a tiny bit and added, "I am even getting ready for it right now."
Ron chuckled a little at that and peered down her blouse for a few more seconds. Cara was nowhere in sight, so he made no attempt to hide how much he was enjoying the view. "Great, great. I'm sure you'll do great, sweetcheeks," he added, then turned away. Aliyaya grinned after him as he left. She hadn't expected Ron to even know about the contest, much less to be interested in whether she would participate or how well she would perform. Knowing he was interested made the whole thing that much more important, which made her a little nervous, but it also made her even more eager to prepare properly and do the best she possibly could.
So she continued getting ready for the contest, and the next time she got up to refil her teacup she didn't need to pat anything, since her bladder was now sending her its signals constantly, and after she sat down again she started to squirm just a little bit, since her bladder was now becoming full enough to be just a little bit uncomfortable. When Cara got back to her desk a little while later she noticed the way Aliyaya was wiggling her hips a bit and squeezing her crossed legs a bit tighter than usual and occasionally rocking back and forth where she sat, but she didn't say anything, and soon Aliyaya got up again and Cara figured she must be going to take care of it. Cara had to leave again right away after that, or else she might have become suspicious enough to broach the unpleasant topic when Aliyaya got back. Because instead of vanishing like Cara would have expected, the signs of Aliyaya's restlessness only grew more pronounced as her bladder grew ever more uncomfortably full.
After one more such trip, Aliyaya was just sitting down and taking the first sip from her full teacup when Cara came down the hall and called out to her. "Hey, Yaya, Donna just reminded me. You might not know about it since you just started the other week, but it's April 1st, so there's a-"
"Yes! I do know about it," Aliyaya interrupted with a grin, "I read the announcement on the bulletin board."
"Yeah that's right, it said something about the change of venue. You've never been up to the third floor, have you? I'm on my way there now, so if you're ready to go now I can take you there and show you where the auditorium is."
"Why thank you. I do so much appreciate it. And I am very ready to go right now." It wasn't quite the end of the day just yet, but she supposed that extra bit of preparation time wouldn't really make much difference. Smiling eagerly, she got up and halfheartedly adjusted her skirt, giggling slightly at the sudden sharp signal her bladder sent to remind her that it really was very full, and just like she said, it really was ready to go right now.
"Great. Just let me get a few things and we'll get going," Cara turned back to rummage on her desk, and while she was looking away Aliyaya patted herself once again on the now very sizable bulge right under her bellybutton and pursed her lips in thought, glancing at the clock and eyeing the nice full teacup right there on her desk.
"Do you maybe know about what is the schedule for this?" she asked casually. "That is, about who will be going first?"
"Hmm? Lemme see," Cara answered over her shoulder, still searching for something amidst the desk's clutter. "I think it's my turn first actually, then yours, and then-"
"Wonderful!" Aliyaya declared immediately, and with that she smiled and and happily drained her teacup one last time.
Then Cara found what she was looking for and they both headed over to the elevator. Once inside Aliyaya had to suppress the urge to squirm and squeeze her legs together, since she didn't want it to look like she was showing off about how well she'd prepared for the contest and how ready she was for it or anything. With a casual glance she noticed that Cara wasn't squirming at all. Didn't she prepare? She's gonna compete, right? She said she would just now. Cara, meanwhile, glanced over and noticed that Aliyaya seemed a little bit fidgety despite her efforts.
"Are you nervous? Don't worry," she offered. "I know it's your first time but I'm sure you'll do just fine."
"Oh yes," Aliyaya answered cheerfully, "I am sure I will do perfectly fine as well," she suppressed another giggle and hoped that her confidence didn't sound like bragging. Maybe she got ready too soon or something. Well gee, that's too bad. I just hope she can at least compete anyway.
They got out of the elevator on the third floor and Cara led the way to the auditorium, tapping out a message on her phone while Aliyaya followed along through the unfamiliar halls. After a moment she put the phone away and looked back over her shoulder. "That was Donna. She says she wants us to use the side entrance with the waiting room, so we can stay there until it's our turn. Aliyaya just nodded at this and followed Cara down a smaller hallway and through a little unmarked door into the little waiting room. "Well, I'm gonna go out there now. You can just wait right here, and come out when you hear the applause, okay?" She glanced down at Aliyaya's slight restless movements and added with a supportive smile, "And try to relax, Yaya. I know you're nervous, but like I said, I just know you'll do a good job."
Aliyaya nodded again, then smiled herself. "Thank you. And I hope that you will do a good job as well." With a last friendly grin, Cara went through the other door to the auditorium, and as soon as the door closed behind her Aliyaya's hands zipped between her legs and under her skirt, and she squeezed.
She squeezed herself through her panties and she squeezed her legs together, and she squirmed and wiggled her hips and did everything else she didn't want to let Cara see her doing earlier. Her bladder was really full now, and it was constantly sending her very insistent signals letting her know just how full it was and just how badly it needed to be emptied, and it was all really uncomfortable, and now that she was alone there was no need to hide it any more. And she was still grinning, because all those signals and all that discomfort meant that all her preparations were paying off just perfectly, and she was all ready for the contest. Any minute now she was going to go out there and pull down her panties and let go with an absolutely spectacular feminine flood, and everybody would be amazed and she would win the contest for sure and it would be so much fun, and of course it would feel really good to finally get some relief.
Thinking about it was making her really eager to do it, and the discomfort was making her really impatient, and now that she was alone she decided she could at least make herself a bit more comfortable. So she tugged at her skirt, gently and carefully slipping it a little bit higher until the waistband was positioned just above her bellybutton instead of just beneath. With the tightest part of her tight skirt no longer pressing directly against her lower abdomen and the big tender bulge there, the intensity of Aliyaya's discomfort lessened slightly, and she went back to squirming and squeezing and waiting impatiently.
At last she heard a smattering of applause and her face lit up. She hurried over and threw the door open and stepped through into the auditorium, only to stop in her tracks at what she saw there.
-Chapter 3: The Puddle-
So many people... Aliyaya's smile disappeared as soon as she saw them, rows and rows of them, filling nearly every last seat in the entire huge auditorium. The room was shaped like a broad and fairly shallow bowl, with the front rows well below the level of the raised stage and most of the rest slightly above. It was also a lot bigger than she would have expected, and the crowd was way bigger than she could have ever possibly expected. It seemed like the whole office was here, where she had expected to see only her fellow secretaries and maybe a few of their friends. There can't possibly be this many ladies competing... she told herself as her eyes quickly scanned over the crowd And... and even if they're just here to watch, that has to means this whole tradition must be way more popular than I thought. Recovering quickly from the surprise, she regained her composure just as the clapping started to die away, and she smiled again and started to wave back at everybody before she noticed something way more surprising than the size of the crowd. There were men in it too.
She froze again, wide-eyed. What!? Wh- what are they doing here? The poster definitely said this was a Feminine Relief Contest, and she definitely never would have expected that any men would be allowed to come and watch. An unpleasant suspicion crossed her mind then, but before she could give it any thought something even more surprising happened.
"Alright, thank you. Thank you everyone." It was Ron's voice, amplified by a microphone and coming from the stage. Aliyaya turned her head that way and saw that Ron was indeed on the stage, in the middle of clipping a mic to his suit and chuckling as the last of the applause faded. "Just let me thank Donna and her lovely secretary for that great introduction," he chuckled a little more and grinned and nodded to where Donna and Cara were just taking their seats in the front row. "And now I'd like to introduce my own very lovely secretary, Aliyaya!" He gestured to where Aliyaya was standing in front of the little waiting room door beside the base of the stage. "Come on up here, sweetheart," he added more softly, before announcing, "She just joined us a few weeks ago, so let's all give her a nice big welcome."
The crowd started applauding again, more enthusiastically than before, giving the distinct impression that at least a few of them were much more excited to see Ron's attractive secretary than Ron himself. Aliyaya smiled and waved at everyone a little and headed for the stage. She was still pretty surprised and a little overwhelmed by everything and she was busy wondering about the size of the audience and the men in the audience and why Ron was introducing the contest participants, so she didn't notice the way the applause coming from the part of the audience behind her seemed to falter a bit as soon as she turned and started trotting over to the little set of stairs that led up onto the stage, or the whispers and murmurs that spread through the first few rows as soon as she turned her back to the audience, or the little wave of soft sharp gasps that followed it as soon as she started up those stairs. And on top of that, lifting her leg up to the first step drew an immediate and emphatic protest from her very full bladder, which drove everything else from her mind while she concentrated on slowly and carefully climbing the rest of the steps. Distracted as she was by everything, Aliyaya completely failed to notice that everybody behind her could totally see her butt.
Because when Aliyaya adjusted her skirt in the waiting room earlier and raised the waistband so that it wasn't pressing right into her bulging bladder, she also raised the hemline, leaving it just a bit too high to completely protect her modesty. So as soon as she turned her back to the audience she gave the first few rows a glimpse of her rear end peeking out into view, and when she started climbing the steps her skirt started to slide higher and higher, just like it always did when she had to climb stairs in it, exposing more and more of her cute plump butt to more and more of the crowd behind her. And with the back of her thong nestled deep between her buttocks and doing even less to protect her modesty than her skirt was, by the time she reached the stage practically everybody could see practically everything.
Yet Aliyaya herself had no idea that anything was wrong with her skirt, so she just put on a smile and went up to Ron to ask what was going on. He looked her up and down and covered his mic and leaned over to mutter, "Lookin' great, babe. See? Everyone just loves you." Ron could see that Aliyaya's arrival was making a big stir in the audience, but since he couldn't see nearly as much of her from where he stood as they could from where they sat just now he simply thought everyone was impressed by the sight of his hot secretary. "Now go ahead and help me out with the projector, willya?" He jerked his head over toward the control panel at the back of the stage and turned back to the crowd. Aliyaya blinked in confusion a few times, then nodded agreement and trotted over to the terminal, doing her best to ignore an unpleasant suspicion.
Once there she leaned over to examine the controls, which made her skirt rise a bit more and elicited a fresh stir from the audience behind her. She had never even seen the projector controls, of course, and had no idea how to work them, but Ron had helpfully left some post-it notes stuck to some of the buttons that instructed her exactly which ones to press. So she followed the instructions and pressed the buttons, and the lights dimmed and the projector turned on, and Aliyaya's unpleasant suspicions were all confirmed when Ron launched into his presentation.
There was no mistaking that smarmy salesman's tone and sharkish salesman's grin, and when she craned her neck she could make out a little of the text on the big projector screen, which said something about expected monthly sales figures. A presentation... He's giving a presentation... If Ron was giving a business presentation, then that had to mean this was some kind of business meeting and not the contest at all. It was just as she feared and just as she suspected ever since she got to the auditorium and saw the crowd, and her face fell with disappointment at the realization. She couldn't tell exactly what was going on, but she could tell that there must have been some kind of misunderstanding, and whatever it was it meant that her careful preparations had all been for nothing. But her disappointment turned to dread a moment later, at the sudden awful realization that it wasn't quite all for nothing - it was way worse! All the effort she put into her preparations had backfired, and what should have been perfect timing was instead the worst possible timing. Because now, at the very moment that Aliyaya expected to be arriving at a 'Feminine Relief Contest' with a really really full bladder all ready to let out a spectacular 'feminine flood' and bask in relief and victory at once, she found herself instead stuck on stage at a business meeting in front of everybody, and even though there wasn't any contest after all she still had a really really full bladder and the flood was all ready to come out anyway!!
I gotta hold it! Her disappointment and dread gave way to determination. Ron was just starting his presentation, and he wanted her to work the projector, which meant she had to stay on stage with him until his presentation was over, and there was no way she would have a chance to go to the bathroom before then. Interrupting Ron to ask permission to go to the bathroom would be totally embarrassing, and interrupting him by simply running off the stage and out of the auditorium would be even worse. Her only choice was to hold it.
And she could tell right away that holding it was going to be really uncomfortable. The same signals from her bladder that had promised victory only moments ago were now a very worrisome warning, making her acutely aware of how very full her bladder was and how very badly she had to go. She turned back toward the audience with a pleasant smile of dutiful interest in what Ron was saying, but that smile masked intense concentration. Inwardly, Aliyaya was focused on those signals and on what they were telling her, recalling exactly how much she had to drink and carefully estimating exactly how full her bladder was now and calculating how much more full it was going to get and how fast. She took her time and used every bit of her skills developed over those summers of contests with Chikaya, and she was way to busy concentrating to notice that most of the audience could see her panties.
The front of her skirt wasn't riding quite as high as the back, but it was way too high to keep her panties completely covered. Those in the back rows could only catch a little glimpse of electric blue, but the front rows had a much better view, and the cameras set up in the front row had the best view of all. One camera was streaming live footage of the company's monthly meeting to most of the company's branch offices, while the other was recording it for archival in the company's records. And since they were positioned at about the same level as the stage itself and inclined slightly, just now they were catching not just Ron and his presentation, but also a perfect view of Aliyaya's colorful little thong.
Ron himself wasn't looking at Aliyaya just now himself, which made him just about the only one in the room aside from Aliyaya herself who couldn't see how exposed her panties were, but unlike Aliyaya he did notice the audience's reaction to that exposure. Even with the stage lights shining brightly on himself and Aliyaya and casting the audience into deep shadow he could hear them, and the whispering and murmuring coming from the front rows told him Aliyaya was doing her job just fine.
Because Aliyaya wasn't really up on stage right now just to work the projector, which he could have done perfectly well by himself with the remote or else with the voice activation system if he wanted to be flashy about it. But getting Aliyaya on stage to help with the projector herself was much more helpful with his actual problem. Ron's problem was that the monthly sales figures weren't any good, and that meant he had to try to spin them even harder than usual, and that would be a lot easier if everybody at the meeting wasn't paying quite as much attention to his presentation as usual. For that, having his hot new secretary on stage where the audience could watch her instead of him was just perfect, and just now she was drawing even more attention and making an even better distraction than he could have hoped for.
Aliyaya herself, of course, didn't know anything about any of this, and just now she was thinking about something else entirely. I can hold it. That was the answer her careful calculations came up with, and just now it was a really reassuring thought. Her bladder was really really full, and she had to go really really bad, but she could still hold it, and she was sure that she could keep holding it until Ron's presentation ended, even if it lasted right up until closing time. So when Ron nodded her way just then and asked for the next slide, her smile was a little more genuine than before. She turned and leaned over the controls, letting her skirt rise a little bit more and expose a bit more of her butt than before, and she pressed the appropriate button and turned back again, exposing a bit more of her panties than before, all the while reassuring herself of the results of her calculation. I can definitely hold it.
Unfortunately, that was a big miscalculation. Because despite all her skill and all her practice, there was one thing that Aliyaya couldn't have known about and so couldn't factor into her calculations, and it was the same thing that got Cara into trouble earlier. Because just as Cara belatedly began to suspect when she thought about it afterwards, the reason her bladder filled up so fast on her way to the office and kept on filling up after she got there until it got so incredibly full that she ended up right on the brink of having a huge accident was all because of the delicious tea she enjoyed at breakfast. It was the tea that Aliyaya gave her and the rest of the girls the other day and the tea she had turned to for her contest preparations today, and the same blend of catechins and polyphenols that made it so delicious also made it a completely natural and totally gentle yet still very potent diuretic. And while Cara had experienced the tea's diuretic effect and suffered the embarrassing consequences this morning after drinking only two cups, that was because she had never tried it before and her body had no resistance to it. Aliyaya, on the other hand, had been drinking that same tea regularly for years, allowing her body to slowly and steadily build up so much resistance to its inconvenient effects that she had long since completely forgotten about them. And just as she had neglected to warn Cara and the others about what might happen when they drank their tea and so let Cara get herself into slightly embarrassing trouble, she completely neglected to figure the effect of her own tea into her careful calculations now, and it was about to get her into really embarrassing trouble.
It hadn't made any difference until now, despite having spent all day drinking lots and lots and lots of tea in the course of her preparations, because her body's resistance was sufficient to neutralize the effect of even that great quantity of tea so long as it was taken slowly in small steady doses. It was that last cup, the one Aliyaya impulsively decided to drink all at once right before coming upstairs, that was about to get her in trouble. Because that one big dose, arriving as it did on top of all the many smaller doses, was enough to finally overcome her resistance, which meant her body was just now starting to react to it. And that meant that all her careful preparations were about to start paying off way better than she ever expected, and she was about to pay the price. Because all the tea she spent all day drinking was about to start pouring right into her already extremely full bladder and filling it up even more and even faster than any of her calculations could ever possibly predict.
If she was paying enough attention just then she might have noticed immediately and maybe figured out what was going on, but just then her attention was focused instead on making sure not to let anybody notice how bad she had to go. After all, it would be pretty embarrassing if someone in the audience happened to notice her start to fidget or squirm or suddenly tense up and managed to figure out that she was suffering the distinctive discomfort of a full bladder. So Aliyaya carefully kept her posture calm and relaxed and her movements slow and subdued and suppressed the urge to squeeze herself again even as that discomfort slowly but surely grew worse and worse, and she was just a bit too preoccupied to notice just how unexpectedly quickly it was growing.
Then Ron called for the next slide and Aliyaya calmly nodded and turned and leaned over again, and as soon as she did she let out a little gasp Oh! Um... uh-oh That little change in her posture instantly drew a vehement protest from her bladder, letting her know that it really didn't appreciate the little extra constriction that the movement caused as well as notifying her yet again of just how very full it was and just how very badly it needed to be emptied. She instantly realized what that meant. Oh no. I guess I must have miscalculated somehow. The constant insistent warning signals coming from her bladder were a little bit more intense than they ought to be by now, which meant her bladder was even more full than it ought to be by now, which meant it was filling up even faster than it ought to be, and that had to mean her careful calculations were a little bit off. After a momentary delay that somebody in the audience might almost have noticed if anyone wasn't so busy staring at her mostly-exposed butt, Aliyaya pressed the button for the projector and turned back around, once again with a very forced smile, her mind racing to amend her miscalculation.
I can hold it. She breathed a little sigh of relief and reassured herself again as soon as her hasty recalculation was complete. Her earlier confidence did not return entirely, however. I can still hold it. It, um... it might be a bit of a close call. But I'm sure I can still hold it! With her bladder filling up slightly faster than she expected based on her earlier calculations and with no explanation for the discrepancy and no time to come up with one, her revised calculations now had to include a little more uncertainty. She would be just fine as long as her bladder didn't get too much more full too fast, and even if it kept right on filling up at its current inexplicably accelerated pace she would still be fine as long as Ron's presentation didn't drag on too long. And even in the worst possible case with her bladder and her boss both working against her, she could still hold it as long as she had to as long as she made sure to hurry to the bathroom right away after the presentation.
However, even that pessimistic scenario turned out to be a bit overly optimistic, as Aliyaya quickly found out. With her miscalculation still fresh in her mind, she made sure to pay close attention to the state of her bladder and the increasingly serious warnings it was sending her, so she noticed right away that the warning signals were getting even worse and her bladder was getting even more full even faster than she was afraid of. Oh no... this could be a really close call... Quickly revising her calculations once again, she realized that at this rate, if Ron didn't finish his presentation soon she was definitely going to be in big trouble when he finally did, and she would definitely have to get off the stage and out of the auditorium as soon as she had the chance and hurry to the bathroom right away as fast as she could, or else there was a chance that she might not make it in time. But I can still hold it! All I have to do is hold it until this is over then go straight to the bathroom. She hurriedly reassured herself again, refusing to let herself think about what might happen otherwise.
Of course, paying so much attention to her dangerously full bladder and the constant discomfort it was causing her left Aliyaya with slightly less attention than before to spare for keeping the signs of that discomfort hidden from the audience, and it wasn't long before her carefully maintained facade of calmness began to crack. It started with just her toes squirming gently and curling against her cute strappy high heels, and only those few audience members who happened to be unusually interested in her feet saw this first faint hint of restlessness. Even when her legs joined in only the most observant of those watching noticed, but then her hips began to wiggle and sway semi-rhythmically, and that was a lot harder for all the eyes that were staring at her mostly-exposed panties to miss.
Eventually Aliyaya realized what her lower body was doing and forced herself to hold still again, but after only a few moments the movement started up all over again. Her bladder was just so full and she had to go so bad that it was just impossible to maintain her composure without concentrating on it, and just now she something a bit more important to worry about. I can hold it. I can make it. She reassured herself once again, but despite all her reassurances the last of her confidence was rapidly slipping away. I can still hold it, and I can keep holding it as long as it doesn't get too much worse. It was still getting worse, but she was really hoping that it wouldn't keep getting worse. And I can still make it as long as this doesn't take too much longer. It didn't show any sign of finishing any time soon, but she was really hoping it would finish before long. No matter what happened it was definitely going to be a really close call, but according to her calculations there was still a good chance she could make it, so she kept holding it and she kept holding on to her hopes, and she kept reassuring herself over and over. I can hold it. I can still hold it!
When Ron called for the next slide she got a fresh surge of hope. Maybe this is the last slide. I hope it's the last slide and this is almost over. I'm sure I can hold it long enough to get through one more slide. She turned around and pressed the button, careful not to bend over even a tiny bit, then turned back and listened for any sign that Ron was wrapping things up. But after a few moments it became obvious that he wasn't and this wasn't the last slide at all, and with her brief ray of hope extinguished Aliyaya's face fell and she felt a fresh surge of panic start to rise. I can hold it. I can still hold it. I... I think I can hold it... but what if I can't!? All at once her last speck of confidence vanished and her repeated reassurances turned into something horribly alarming. All the awful thoughts that she hadn't let herself think about until now came rushing back all at once, starting with the simplest and most terrible of all. It was the thought of what was going to happen if the presentation kept on going and her bladder kept on filling up and she had to keep holding it and holding it until she just couldn't hold it any longer.
I can't let that happen. I can't take that chance. I just can't have an accident in front of everybody!! A quick check of the warning signals like blaring sirens coming from her bladder told her that it wasn't quite an emergency yet and she wasn't quite in danger of an unthinkable catastrophe like that yet, but at this rate it wouldn't be long before the catastrophe became a real possibility, and she just couldn't take the slightest chance of letting that happen. I can still hold it... but I can't hold it much longer. I... I might just have to run off the stage after all... It would be embarrassing, but it was way better than risking the far worse embarrassment of having an accident on stage right in front of everybody. That's what I'll do. If it turns into an actual emergency, I can just run right off stage. Her panic began to recede at the slightly reassuring thought that if the situation really did end up becoming a real emergency, at least she had an emergency plan. I'll run off the stage and out of the room and I'll run to the bathroom, and then I- Her thoughts screeched to a stop and her panic came rushing back then, as she came to a terrifying realization. The bathroom... where's the bathroom!?
This was Aliyaya's first time on the third floor, and she had no idea where the bathrooms were up here. Even if she ran off the stage and out of the room into the hall she would still have to find a bathroom, and if she just wandered around aimlessly looking for one she was just sure to have an accident before she found it. She frantically tried to recall the trip from the elevator to the auditorium, but all she could remember was a blur of unremarkable hallways and unmarked doors. She wasn't even sure she could find her way back to the elevator without Cara's help, and even if she did it wouldn't do any good if it took so long that she just ended up having an accident in the elevator instead of in the hall. Wait, that's right. Cara! Cara knew her way around the third floor, and if Cara could show her where the nearest bathroom was then even if it turned into an emergency she could still get there before it was too late.
So she started searching the room for Cara's face, and meanwhile her restless squirming was becoming more and more obvious. With her bladder as full as it was and her attention occupied as it was she just couldn't keep still at all, and before long everybody watching her just couldn't help but notice. And on top of that the movement of her legs and her hips was making her skirt slip higher and higher and leaving more and more of her panties exposed, and Aliyaya herself was too busy scanning the audience for Cara to notice how the rest of the audience was looking back at her. Ohh... where is she? Growing worried, she quickly made a second pass of the crowd. Oh no... where could she be? She scanned one more time, hoping that she had somehow missed the face she was looking for, but it was no good. Oh no... she's not here... If Cara was nowhere to be found that meant Aliyaya had to come up with another emergency plan, and she had to come up with it fast. The warning sirens were louder than ever now, screaming at her that her bladder was incredibly full and she had to go incredibly badly, and she could tell she didn't have much time left.
Ohh... what am I gonna do... She frantically tried to think of something else. Maybe... the waiting room? At least there shouldn't be anyone in there... She couldn't quite be sure that the waiting room would be empty, of course, and even if there was probably nobody there to see her doing what she so badly needed to do, there was definitely no toilet for her to do it in, and that meant she would have to do it on the floor instead. Normally she would never even think of something so awful as doing something like that all over the floor, but no matter how awful the thought was, it was still better than the thought of having an accident on stage right in front of everybody, and if she couldn't make it to a bathroom in time, then she could at least try to make it somewhere private. Unless... is it locked? She tried to think back and remember whether the door had locked behind her when she came out, but she had to go so bad and it was getting so hard to keep holding it that she could hardly concentrate on anything else. Her efforts to hide her discomfort and distress had all but collapsed now, and she was squirming and wiggling and squeezing her legs so blatantly that the nature of her struggle was as obvious as could be. She was doing just about everything except for thrusting her hands between her legs and clutching at her crotch, and just about everybody in the room except for Ron could tell that she really had to go and she was really struggling to hold it.
Ron, still failing to realize anything was wrong, again called for the next slide, and once again Aliyaya felt an irrational hope that it was the last slide, for whatever good it might do her at this point. She turned around gingerly, with tiny careful movements, showing her entire fully-exposed butt to everybody in the process, paused a moment to squeeze her legs together even harder, pressed the button, squeezed again, then turned back around. Before she could begin to turn her attention to the presentation in hopes of its immediate end, however, something much more immediate got her attention, and she gasped. Oh no... oh no!... Oh no!! All at once the warning sirens reached a terrible screeching climax, one which left absolutely no possible doubt that she was finally having a real emergency, and it was far more sudden and far worse than she had ever imagined.
Her bladder was unbelievably full, even more full than she had ever let it get during the longest and most uncomfortable of all her childhood contests, and way more full than she would ever have expected to let it get today. It felt like there was a tremendous flood inside her, about to come pouring out any second, and her constant squeezing was all that was keeping the floodgates closed. She took an unsteady step toward the stairs, only vaguely aware of where she was going, and the motion set off a fresh warning siren that made her gasp again. She had to go unbelievably badly, even worse than she ever had to go in the course of the closest and most hard-fought of all her childhood contests, and way worse than she would ever have imagined having to today. It felt like she was walking a tightrope, balanced so precariously that the slightest careless movement would surely lead to catastrophe. She absolutely had to go, and she absolutely had to go right now, or else she was definitely going to have an accident right here and right now and right in front of everybody.
That horrifying thought of impending catastrophe shocked her thoughts into instant sharp clarity, focused upon her half-formed emergency plan and the slender hope it offered of getting to the waiting room before it was too late. She headed for the stairs again, but after just a few steps she stopped in her tracks, gasping once again at the sirens screeching louder than ever and delivering the most dire warning yet. Oh no... I.. I... I can't hold it!!! For a moment she could only stand there trembling, struggling as hard as she could to keep holding it a little bit longer, but her bladder was simply way too full and she had to go way too bad and she had already held it way too long. She could feel her tightly clenched floodgates quivering, just about to open up despite all her squeezing and let the flood come pouring out. Faced with the absolutely undeniable certainty that she was only moments away from having a huge accident, her last shreds of inhibition vanished and she thrust both hands between her legs, shamelessly clutching herself through her underwear in a last frantic attempt to squeeze just a bit harder and keep the floodgates safely shut and keep the flood safely inside just a bit longer, and somehow it worked.
Somehow she managed to hold it, but her bladder was filled right to the very brim and she was right on the very brink of having a gigantic accident at any moment, and she was struggling so hard to keep holding it that she couldn't even move. She just stood there trembling and whimpering softly in the most incredibly blatant display of desperation that everybody watching her had ever seen, and even Ron finally noticed something was going on and glanced over at her and fell silent at the sight. But then, just when it seemed like there was nothing she could do to stop the unthinkable from happening, a voice called out to her.
"Yaya!" At the sound of her own nickname she opened her eyes to see Cara hurrying up the steps to the stage, and her face lit up at the sight. She had already given up on getting Cara's help with finding a bathroom before it was too late, so Cara's unexpected arrival now just as she was on the verge of giving up altogether rekindled a ray of hope that she might still find some way to help, and she frantically latched onto that slim chance of averting the impending catastrophe. "Oh, no. Oh, Yaya! Oh, we've got to get you out of here," Cara began, reaching the stage and rushing to Aliyaya's side. "Come on, there's a-"
"Cara... I gotta go! I can't hold it!!" Aliyaya wailed, thinking only to warn Cara of the absolute urgency of the situation in the hopes that she could somehow do something about it before it was too late. In her addled state and after having spent so long thinking to herself and not speaking, the anguished confession came out not in English but in her own language, and while Cara and everybody else couldn't understand the words at all, the tone of helpless pleading in her voice together with the sight of her shameless struggles told them all the same thing with far more eloquence.
"Oh no... Here, come on," Cara continued, "there's a bathroom just across the hall. Through there, see?" She pointed to another side door, right across from the waiting room. Aliyaya looked up at it and her heart leaped at the news, even better than she could have hoped. If the bathroom was really that close, her salvation might still be in reach. Filled with renewed hope by the thought of the relief that awaited her just through that door and across the hall, she took a step toward the stairs, then stopped and gasped once more, the ray of hope flickering and threatening to vanish. Her bladder was so unbearably full and she had to go so unbearably bad that even with salvation so close, it might still be too far away for her to make it in time. She moaned and squirmed and trembled, struggling as hard as she could to keep her floodgates closed and keep the flood inside her contained and somehow keep holding it. Cara took her by the arm and guided her gently toward the stairs step by tiny faltering step. She was teetering on the edge, balancing so precariously and so close to unthinkable catastrophe that every little movement felt like it was going to be the last little push that sent her right over that edge, yet every time she somehow managed to keep her balance and keep on holding it. But then she got to the stairs, and then disaster finally struck.
Aliyaya's eyes were squeezed shut as she concentrated with all her might on the tremendous struggle to keep holding it, relying on Cara's guiding hand on her arm to keep moving. So when she reached the top of the stairs and took yet another unsteady step, she put her foot in just the wrong place and the spike of her heel caught on the edge of the top step and she started to stumble, wobbling and teetering and trying to keep her balance. She squealed, both from the feeling she was about to fall off the stage and from the feeling that wobbling and teetering like that was about to send her right over another edge too. Cara, hearing this and seeing Aliyaya just about to tumble headlong down the stairs, panicked and yanked backwards on her arm, pulling one hand right out of her crotch just as the other shot out on its own as a counterbalance. For a moment Aliyaya teetered there, supported by Cara's grip, but then Cara pulled a bit too hard and Aliyaya tipped backward instead, and her feet suddenly slid right out from under her and she fell, landing on her butt with a big jolt.
That jolt was all it took to totally overwhelm her clenching and squeezing and struggling and send her right over the edge, and with her legs splayed wide and her hands removed there was nothing she could even try to do about it. Her floodgates completely opened up, and the gigantic feminine flood that she had struggled so hard for so long to hold inside finally burst free. With a mighty gush and a loud hiss it poured right out and right into the crotch of her tiny thong, which proved spectacularly ill-equipped to stop such a powerful flow. The pale golden jet passed straight through the thin flimsy material, hardly impeded at all, and shot forth over the stairs in a gentle, graceful arc that twinkled in the light and splashed merrily all over the floor below. Aliyaya shrieked in pure horror, but after just a moment the anguished cry turned into a moan, her back arched and her head tilted back, and an expression of pure bliss blossomed across her face as a tremendous wave of relief washed over her, sweeping away all other thoughts and filling her awareness with a warm fuzzy haze. After the interminable agony of struggling and struggling to hold it and hold it and hold it, finally letting it go felt so wonderful that she couldn't even think about trying to stop. She couldn't do anything but sit there with her legs wide open and let it all go, basking in the overwhelming relief as her overfilled bladder completely emptied itself right in front of everybody.
A puddle quickly formed at the bottom of the stairs, and the splashing noise changed in character and grew even louder as the arcing stream landed in the puddle instead of on the bare floor. At the same time, her panties quickly soaked through and produced a little stream that started to form a second puddle on the stage around her butt. Both puddles steadily grew bigger and bigger, until the one at the top of the stairs reached the edge of the top step and started to flow down in a little waterfall to pool on the step beneath. When that step was filled the puddle made another waterfall, then another and another, until it reached the bottom of the stairs and the two puddles were joined together. It was about then that the force of her stream began to slacken and the golden arc gradually shrank until it reached the bottom step and splashed into the miniature puddle there, then the next one and the next. At last the arc disappeared entirely, leaving only a trickle that fed the gentle cascade which still flowed down the steps and into the gigantic puddle beneath.
Aliyaya was still in a daze when Cara took her hand and pulled her to her feet, murmuring something about getting cleaned up. She nodded absently and followed along down the stairs and through the puddle with a series of soft splashes, all the while making no attempt to cover her completely exposed soaking wet panties or her damp and glistening butt.
-Epilogue-
"So you see, it did so bring back the memories, and it sounded ever so much fun, and I was so very excited. I wanted so to make sure to get ready for it as best I could. So I did my best to get ready, and I spent the whole day slowly and carefully preparing, and so when we went upstairs I was really very ready. And I did not realize at all until I was already on the stage that the contest had been canceled." Cara nodded along soberly with Aliyaya's explanation, while Jenny and Julie just stared down at the table. "And I so did not want to interrupt the presentation, so I had to hold it. And I was so sure that I could hold it until the presentation was ended. So I tried to hold it... but... but I..."
"I know," Cara interrupted her. She knew what happened after that. "I saw." Everybody knew, and everybody saw. They all saw her holding it and holding it and holding it as long as she could, until she just couldn't hold it any longer and she had an accident. And now Jenny and Julie knew that it was all because of them and their stupid prank about the stupid contest, and it looked like they felt at least a little guilty about it now that they knew. "But it's not your fault. Ron totally should have noticed what was wrong and let you leave before you had- uh, before his presentation was over." That's what she told Donna, anyway. Donna was still deciding where to reassign him, but it looked like Ron was finally going to pay for all his years of not-quite harassment. And as long as Julie and Jenny didn't go telling anyone about what really happened, everybody could just keep on thinking the whole thing was Ron's fault.
"And I won!" Aliyaya concluded happily, her earlier dismay vanishing as she picked up the trophy to admire it again. It was just an old employee of the month award that Cara had dug out of her closet and altered suitably, which mostly consisted of peeling off the sticker with her own name and applying a new one, but if admiring her 'First Annual Feminine Relief Contest Grand Prize' made Aliyaya feel a little better about what happened yesterday, that was what mattered.
"So, uh, can we get started now?" Jenny cut in, and Julie nodded. Cara smirked at them, and Aliyaya's face blossomed with excitement.
"Oh! Why certainly." She got up and got the pair of big measuring cups from the counter. Jenny and Julie got up too, moving quite a bit more unsteadily, and went over to the little curtain they'd set up in one corner of the break room.
"Hold on, let me announce it first," Cara called out before Aliyaya could hand over the measuring cups. They all turned and watched as she got up, and she paused briefly while Julie and Jenny squirmed. "The First Annual Feminine Relief Contest, round two, shall now begin," she announced with mock formal dignity. "The second place contestants may start their performances." Each of those contestants snatched their measuring cup and jostled briefly to be the first behind the curtain. It was no wonder they were in a hurry, Cara thought with another smirk. She had made sure that Jenny and Julie both drank plenty of tea, and she watched them get really uncomfortable and waited until they were totally squirming at their desks before she got everybody to come to the break room for this. And then she let Aliyaya tell the whole story about what happened yesterday, including the part about her childhood contests and everything about her own preparations, while the two of them listened and squirmed and got more and more uncomfortable.
Hopefully, putting them through the same thing they accidentally put Aliyaya through yesterday would give them enough of a sense of sympathy that they wouldn't go telling everybody about what really happened yesterday, and if that didn't work then Cara could just threaten to tell everybody about what happened today. And right now, the excitement on Aliyaya's face as she watched her fellow 'contestants' zip behind the curtain one at a time and listened to the hissing and splashing they were making in their measuring cups was enough to make Cara feel a bit better about everything all by itself. She still hoped that the video of what happened yesterday wouldn't leak out and end up online. Donna said she was trying to take care of that, but Cara knew there probably wasn't much she could do about it. Still, they might be able to make sure that Ron took the blame for that too. |
A/N: I don't know how I managed to get inspired for this since I'm fairly new to the fandom in the first place, but for whatever reason the idea hit me out of nowhere and I figured I'd get it a whirl. Anyway, this is a trade with bashfulbeauty16, who wanted some Tony bedwetting.
He had been having the dream a lot lately. Of course, it never registered as a dream at the time, but it hadn't really registered as a dream when he really experience it either, so it wasn't hard to believe that it was still as vivid and horrific now as it had been back then.
His teammates. His friends. All of them, dead or dying, looking up at him with such disappointment because they knew just as well as he did that it was his fault, that he should have done more. And then, as if the knowledge of this weren't enough, Steve would use his dying breath to say that aloud. And then it was his time to die, and he would give in, accepting his fate despite the terror he felt.
But on this particular night, something was different. As he was giving in, he felt a wet warmth under him that, a wet warmth that felt just bit too much like...
Tony Stark's eyes flew open, jolted awake by the sensation of liquid pooling around him on the bed, just as his bladder finished emptying. He simply lay there, frozen for a moment as he tried to process exactly what had just happened. If he was not mistaken, he had had that same recurring nightmare, but this time he had...wet the bed?
No, no, there was absolutely no way. There had to be some mistake. That part of the dream had just been incredibly vivid, and he was still waking up. Any minute now he would realize the bed was blissfully dry and he could go on with his life as if nothing had ever happened.
But he was completely awake and alert now, and the sheets were still soaked. There was no denying that yes, he had in fact pissed the bed, but how? Why? Even with the evidence right there, he could not believe that he had done such a thing.
Sure, it had happened in his adult life from time to time. There had been some nights where he had been so intoxicated that he had woken up sopping wet (and, thankfully, alone), but that was nothing. Everyone made mistakes like that drunk. But he had been completely sober last night, and he had never slept right through a full bladder like that, not since he was a very young child.
There was something seriously wrong, he thought. Maybe not medically; he didn't think that one nighttime accident meant he was sick. But mentally, there had to be a problem; otherwise, why would he be so terrified by a nightmare, and so locked into it, that he had not woken up in time to prevent his sheets from becoming soaked? Things were getting so complicated.
He sighed, reminding himself that this mess wasn't going to clean itself up, and that he would have to do it quickly, before anyone else noticed. He got up and headed for the bathroom, taking a quick shower and putting on some clean lounge pants. He then stripped his bed, bundling the sheets up tightly in case he happened to pass someone. It would be hard to explain why he was washing his sheets in the middle of the night, but as long as they could not see the wet spot, he could come up with some sort of excuse.
There was one flaw in his plan, however, and that was that he had his bedding piled in his arms so high he could not see very well. He knew he way around enough that it did not seem like a problem, and he would surely hear someone coming. Unless that someone happened to be very good at stealth, and gave no indication of their presence until it was much too late. It didn't help that that person was also a little bit shorter than him.
And so he collided directly into Natasha, who must not have been paying very good attention herself, which caused him to drop all he had been carrying. And though he scrambled to pick it up before she noticed anything amiss, he heard her giggle and knew that he was royally fucked.
“Well, this is certainly a surprise,” she said, smirking a bit.
Under any other circumstances, he would have shot back with some sort of quip, shut the conversation down with his usual snark, leaving with his confidence in tact and showing that he could not be bothered by such things. But these were not any other circumstances, and he was still so shaken by that damn nightmare, that all he could do was snap, “Yeah, I guess,” before shouldering past her.
To her credit, she at least seemed to realize that she had fucked up in some way, as she said, “Tony, wait. I didn't mean- I'm sorry I laughed. It was just my first response and I...” She trailed off.
“No, no, I totally get it, I would have laughed to.” As if to proof a point, he chuckled, but it was hollow and bitter. “I mean, it's totally hilarious, right?”
“Tony...” She paused, trying to think of the right words. “It's no big deal, okay? I mean...things have been rough around here lately, we're all under a lot of stress, and-”
“And I still pissed the bed, so, ya know.”
“But it really isn't a big deal!” she said sincerely. “It's not like it's chronic, right?” When he shook his head, she offered him a smile. “See? And nobody else knows about it, I'm not gonna tell, it basically never happened.”
“Because that's how that works,” he said in a deadpan. “Sorry, but I still know it happened, and you really just don't understand what a blow this is-”
“I do understand!” she interrupted, a bit more loudly than intended. She paused for a moment before saying, in a quieter tone, “I do.”
“How?” he asked, his voice a strange mixture of skeptical and genuinely curious.
“Because...” She groaned a bit. “Isn't it obvious? Do I really have to say it?” He merely raised his eyebrows at her. She groaned again and said, “I've had the same problem a few times recently...”
“A few times? As in, more than once? Man, that's actually worse.” He started to laugh, but the look she gave him shut him up fairly quickly.
“Don't forget I can always tell everyone about tonight.”
“Point taken,” he said, before mumbling, “but I could say the same thing.”
“Here I am trying to comfort you,” she said, not amused in the slightest.
“I know, I know, I'm sorry, couldn't resist.” He shrugged and there was a pause before he said, “Thank you, though. For saying you wouldn't tell. And for trying to comfort me. I know neither of us are really the comfort type, but...”
“Well, neither of us are really the bed wetting type either,” she said, offering him a smile. “But I guess both of those things can just stay between us.”
A/N: Shitty, rushed ending and potential mischaracterization, I told you guys I was new to this fandom, please don't judge me I'm sensitive. |
Supergirl hung still and silent in the sky high above Metropolis, scanning its streets for crime with her x-ray vision. It was boring, but that was really for the best; eventfulness would mean some crime or disaster required her intervention, and that could result in someone getting hurt. Therefore, rather oddly, it was in a superhero's best interest to render their life as boring as they could manage. It was kind of a strange job that way.
Of course, it did mean any competent superhero quickly learned to deal with boredom, lest they drive themself half-mad watching their territory. Supergirl had picked up a few tricks in that regard, though often it was enough simply to let herself be caught up, just a little, in the rush of details she saw from her position atop the world.
And then there was... the other thing. The pleasant, heavy sensation in her abdomen. That was good too.
She first learned that she enjoyed the feeling after she came to Earth and began acclimating to her new powers. There had been a few awkward moments when she had been careless in how much strength she brought to bear and accidentally broken a chair, and a window, and most of a house, in that order; thankfully nobody had been injured, but Clark had moved training her a few places up his list of priorities and taken her to the Arctic to practice.
He had explained that the Earth's sun charged some kind of internal battery in their kind, and that its energy suffused their every cell, granting them their formidable strength and invulnerability. When he first started coming into his power, he said, he too had broken things, though nothing too serious since it was a gradual process as he matured; eventually he had mastered consciously withdrawing the energy from muscle groups, reducing them to normal human strength. By that process, he told her, he could avoid shattering every window in the city when he sneezed; and it was that process she would have to master before she could safely interact with human society.
Well, to make a boring training montage short, she did master it, and was given an impromptu crash course in human society by Clark's friends and family over the next couple of days. And then a few weeks later, in conversation with a human who seemed to be rapidly becoming her friend, she had found herself squeezing her thighs tightly together to avoid having to leave to visit the bathroom, and then the thought struck her: could she weaken the muscles that were trying to force her bladder to empty without also weakening those that held it at bay?
She hesitated a few moments before trying it, considering the potential embarrassment if she messed up. Her curiosity overcame her caution, though, and with a mental tug she withdrew the strength from the muscles of her bladder - and actually gasped out loud at the relief she felt, prompting questions from the human that she deflected without actually answering.
Over her years on Earth she had come to enjoy the feeling of her bladder's fullness, and eventually settled on going to the bathroom generally only once per day. She would probably have to do so once she got off duty, actually, she considered; if she let herself get much more desperate she would start to be visibly distracted, and that wouldn't do. No, this interest was hers and hers alone.
She was snapped out of her thoughts when she saw something frankly ridiculous: in a dark alley deep within the city, a man was being held at knifepoint. Someone was being mugged. In Metropolis. Who did that any more?
Time to show this idiot the error of his ways, thought Supergirl, and dropped from the sky like a stone. For a barest moment she fell faster than terminal velocity, then bled off enough of her momentum that she struck the ground behind the would-be mugger only hard enough to produce a deep thump rather than creating a crater.
"Hey, moron," she said as the mugger began to turn towards her. "Did nobody ever fill you in on just why crime in a city routinely patrolled by Superman is a bad idea?"
The man finished his about-face, and rather than displaying any of the fear that would be appropriate for someone in his position, he only smirked. "Actually," he said, "I was hoping it would be him. You're a pretty good consolation prize, though." He looked back at his unfortunate victim, who hadn't actually handed over any of her money yet. "Run," he growled, and she did, quickly rounding the corner and disappearing from sight.
"I'm... not even sure where to start with that," Supergirl replied, "but I think it's time to go to jail now. I don't suppose you want to come quietly?"
"No," replied the man, "I don't think I will." As he spoke, he reached into a pocket in his trench coat (the man was practically a walking cliché, it was almost bizarre) and pulled out a fist-sized ball of some white material, perhaps porcelain. As he pulled back to throw it Supergirl prepared to dodge back - it probably wouldn't hurt her, but discretion was the better part of valor - but the throw fell short anyway; the sphere landed on the ground, equidistant between them.
It shattered, and the alley was bathed in a red light for two long seconds.
And as the unnatural light faded, so did the warmth of the field that granted her powers. Gravity took hold of her more firmly than was familiar, the world seemed to shrink as her senses dimmed, the cold seemed to flood her limbs -
And her bladder, formerly entirely under control, suddenly took on an incredible urgency. In that instant its contents pressed down on her urethra with astonishing force, and she tightened those muscles as hard as she could, shifting her posture to try and alleviate the urge; thankfully, she felt at least reasonably confident that her problem wasn't visible to the man whose threat estimate had just risen dramatically, the motion lost in her adjustment to gravity.
This is not good. She tapped the communicator in her ear, trying to establish contact with the Watchtower to call in backup, but it seemed to be dead; presumably whatever the orb was, it had disabled her communicator as well as her powers. Still, that meant backup was on its way, as was standard if ever a Leaguer dropped out without explanation; all she had to do was hold out until said backup arrived, ideally keeping close to her last known position if she could.
Lowering her hand, she looked over at the man, who seemed to be making no move to attack. The longer she could keep it that way, the better. Seemingly prompted by her attention, he began to speak.
"Hah! Can't reach your backup? Yeah, I'll admit I was a little dubious when I was told I'd be going up against Superman, but then the guy said that thing would nix his super-strength, so after that it was all down to price. And it looks like he was right! You sure seem less comfortable than a minute ago. What's the matter, can't fight without your powers?"
Mercenary of some description, not the source of the orb, nor the one who came up with this plan, Supergirl noted. Any detail could be useful later; it paid to pay attention in this business, though as another wave of desperation hit her she was reminded that she was probably not at her best right now. "I'd prefer to resolve this without a fight at all," she said, in hopes of avoiding violence both for its own sake and for her bladder's. "You said someone paid you to do this? Who?"
"Nice try, kid, but a man who rolls on his employers is not a man who gets hired again. Don't think I don't know what you're doing. I promise you, you're not -" and at that point he burst into motion, startling her; it was rare for people to attack before they finished talking, and implied a measure of tactical thinking. She barely managed to leap back before his fist passed through the space she had occupied, and the sudden motion took concentration away from her bladder; for just a second her urine poured out of her before she managed to regain control, dampening the inside of her skintight shorts and trickling down her leg. The momentary relief only made her more desperate to let go of the rest, her control seeming like it would slip again any moment, and the feeling of wetness didn't help either. She barely even registered the rest of the man's sentence ("- getting away from here alive"), but couldn't fail to notice that he didn't stop moving at the end of his swing, continuing to charge at her.
There's no way to get out of this without a fight, Supergirl realized, and her urge seemed to redouble in protest of the idea of further movement. She ignored it, shifting into the closest approximation of a combat stance she could manage, and deflected the man's follow-up strike aside. Her control slipped again for a moment, another jet of pee soaking her shorts, and she ignored that too, going on the offensive.
It quickly became apparent that the man was good. For all that she had been trained in martial arts she never seemed to manage to land a decisive blow, almost all her attacks blocked or deflected, though she at least never took a serious hit in turn. Of course, she was operating at something of a disadvantage, since every sudden movement felt like being punched in the abdomen, and every time she moved another leak escaped her. Her shorts were soaked through, she could feel it dripping down her legs, but in the darkness of the alley it wasn't particularly visible. Somehow, though, all that leakage never seemed to lessen her need in the slightest, even when her attempt to hit him with a high kick led to two full seconds of unrestrained release before she could get it back under control.
And then disaster struck. Her foot landed on one of the many pieces of trash strewn about the alley, it slipped, and her balance was lost; she landed hard on her back, and when she propped herself up, groaning, she found herself on the bad side of a gun. Not a huge gun by any means, but with her powers gone it would kill her just as surely. With a rather undignified "eep", she tried backing away, but found herself sitting up against a wall in short order, the gun still trained on her. And to add insult to injury, she could barely hold back the contents of her bladder at all any more, momentary drops escaping only to regain a semblance of control for a scant few seconds, only to repeat the entire process again.
The man laughed, seemingly genuinely. "You're good," he said with a somewhat manic grin. "I thought with your powers gone you'd go down easy, but that was actually fun! Guess I should be glad I didn't end up fighting Superman, if Supergirl could give me that much trouble. Still, it looks like I've won, so I guess I'll finish this and be on my way. Don't worry, I'll make it quick; I might be mercenary but I'm not a monster."
There were no witty rejoinders to make, no last-minute tactics held in reserve. The world seemed to slow, yet all she could do was watch as he aimed deliberately at her forehead and tightened his finger on the trigger -
And the very air seemed to tear asunder, and suddenly Superman was interposed between them. He radiated an air of purest danger and his arm was raised, hand closed around a mangled wreck that had once been a gun and a human hand.
The shock of his sudden arrival was the last straw for Supergirl's bladder, and she began to wet herself in earnest. The relief was heavenly, and so distracted was she that she barely heard Superman explaining to the once-gunman the sheer magnitude of the bad decisions he had made.
A minute after her bladder finally released the last of its contents, he turned to help her up. There were the predictable apologies for taking so long, and confirmation that she was okay, and other such things that typically followed a near-death experience; with a slight application of his heat vision she was rendered presentable, and as they headed for the nearest transporter to the Watchtower she knew already that she would, in future, be wetting herself again. Maybe in a more controlled environment, though. |
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