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i am so sorry for the probable delay; as of this post i'm still three away from being able to post immediately. a rather more regular version can be found on ao3 or my tumblr, if you don't want to wait. in the meantime, on with the show! ---------------------------------------------------------------- Parties were always intolerable. She understood the necessity. People wanted to thank their heroes for their service, and more importantly wanted to pat themselves on the back for doing so and gawk at the heroes like animals in a zoo. And the League wanted people to think well of them, so they attended the functions and tolerated the gawking. As the Princess of Themyscira, she had attended many similar events in the past, so she was well-acquainted with the general strategy; be witty and personable, seem quietly superior without it being obvious that that was the intent, and generally show no weakness whatsoever. The rules didn't change much when you actually were superhuman. She hated every minute of it. But though she was many things Wonder Woman was not someone who would allow her own distaste to get in the way of her duty, so here she was, at a party. Specifically, she was in the middle of a story, that of one of the many supervillain attacks she had stopped; the public always liked superhero stories. One of the interchangeable rich guests made an attempt at a joke, and she laughed politely, then took a sip of her drink before continuing. The drinks really were very good, possibly the only thing about the event that was so. She had already had three glasses, and was most of the way through her fourth. She probably ought to pace herself, she thought; there were still several hours left. On the other hand, it wasn't like she could get drunk. She took another sip. -------------------------------- In hindsight, she really should have paced herself. She wasn't drunk, no, but that didn't mean the drinks had no effect on her at all. She had had so many glasses full of sparkling alcohol - looking back on the night, she lost count somewhere around a dozen - and all that liquid had to go somewhere. From the feeling of it, it had all gone directly to her bladder; it was full and heavy in her abdomen, waves of need battering away at her resolve, and she thought that even a drop more and she might simply burst. Her thighs were pressed tightly together in an attempt to keep the drinks at bay, and soon even that wouldn't be enough. And the man at the podium was still talking. The party had moved on to the speeches-and-acknowledgements part, and for the past half-hour she had been sat on an uncomfortable metal chair, listening to inane, self-aggrandizing speeches and longing for it to be over. The entire room, as well as a televised audience, could see her, even if they weren't watching her directly (and many were); she couldn't allow her desperation to become visible, not if she wanted to maintain that image of perfection that allowed the public to place their confidence in her and her team. In a carefully, painfully casual motion, she crossed one leg over the other. The chair made a quiet complaining noise beneath her as she tensed unconsciously; the raised leg added a new pressure to her bladder, though the increased pressure on her urethra was enough that she felt she could still control it better now. Her arms twitched occasionally as she had to suppress the urge to grip herself with her hands; that would certainly put paid to her dignity, making clear to all assembled that Wonder Woman of the Justice League was about to be lain low by a few glasses of drink. "...And so let's all have a round of applause," said the speaker, and finally, thought Wonder Woman, "for the reason we're all here: the Justice League, with us today in the form of Wonder Woman. Wonder Woman, might we be so fortunate as to hear a few words from you?" Forcing a bright smile onto her face, she uncrossed her legs and stood, realizing as she did that she'd accidentally bent the seat of the chair into a shallow negative of her own shape. Bill that to the League, I guess. Someone will probably sell it on the internet, too. Walking to the podium was a challenge, since it meant moving her legs apart entirely, leaving only the muscles of her bladder to hold back the liquid she so longed to release. Somehow, she made it there still dry, immediately squeezing her thighs together with a force that would literally have bent steel. "Thank you," she said and nodded to the speaker, "and thank all of you for coming today; it's a pleasure to be here." A lie, of course; she could think of few places she'd have liked to be less, and very, very many she would prefer, starting with a bathroom. She continued spouting bland, optimistic soundbites for a few minutes, quite sure she wouldn't remember what she had actually said afterwards, until her communicator chimed in her ear. So unexpected was it that she almost visibly startled, and a tiny drop escaped her iron control, moistening her uniform the smallest amount. Apologizing to the crowd she touched the communicator to receive the call, hoping beyond hope that it would get her away from here. "Wonder Woman," came Batman's voice. "Make your excuses to the crowd and return to the Watchtower. Non-emergency, but don't hang around." Yeah, no danger of that. "Understood," she said, and looked back at the crowd. "I'm sorry, everyone," she lied into the microphone, "duty calls. I wish I could stay and enjoy the atmosphere," another lie, "but crime is rarely so accommodating." General laughter sounded as she turned to the mayor, who had come up to the podium when it had become evident that she was leaving. She shook his hand, reassured him away from the microphone that there was no danger to the partygoers, and turned to leave for the nearest transporter, which was on the other side of the building. After the communicator made her leak the first time more was virtually inevitable, especially when she had to walk. Every few steps another drop added to the dampness in her crotch, and she dearly hoped it wasn't visible. In an attempt to keep her mind off it she tapped her communicator again, putting her back in touch with Batman. "Anything I should know en route?" "There's no actual problem," he replied, and her brain skipped a beat. He clarified, "I saw the broadcast of your speech, you looked like you needed an excuse to leave." And that wasn't mortifying in the least, no sir. "Was it that obvious?" She had thought she was keeping her composure well. If the world had seen her squirming like a schoolgirl on live TV she might well actually die. "No, your control of your body language is excellent. I think it would only really be noticed by people who were actually looking for it. And me." "Well, that's a relief." Another spurt escaped her. Don't think about relief. Not yet. There didn't really seem to be anything left to say, so she dropped the channel. Finally she made it to the transporter, keying in her access code and standing in the room. There was the familiar feeling of falling through space and then she was in the Watchtower, landing with a jolt. Finally out of the public eye, her hands shot straight to her crotch, gripping as tightly as she could manage through the fabric of her uniform, which became slick when wet - a problem, since most of the inside of its groin was one big damp patch by now. She groaned. She was so close, so close to relief, but she was even closer to losing control. She wasn't sure she could move without wetting herself entirely, and there was no way she could manage the concentration required to fly, not like this. Inspiration struck. She knew that divine gifts were not meant to be used frivolously, but in this situation… she felt confident she would be forgiven one time. "Hera," she intoned, "give me strength," and she felt her Goddess' blessing flood her. It did indeed seem easier to hold back, and she cautiously took a step forward; but her bladder contracted again, as it had been most of the night, and her control was lost. Her long-held urine shot forth unhindered, pooling behind her costume's fabric and pouring down her legs, and in the bliss of finally, finally no longer bending all her power to holding back the flood she seemed to forget to stand up, sliding slowly down to the ground, ending up kneeling in a puddle which was still growing, still pouring freely from her bladder. It seemed endless, she wasn't sure how she'd had room inside her for all this even as desperate as she had been, and it was still going. She could have stopped, by now, could have held back the rest to release in an actual toilet, but really, what would be the point? Instead she simply let it continue, until finally, after several long minutes, it started to weaken, soon dying down to a trickle and then a mere few drips. She remained where she was for several long moments, trying to persuade uncooperative muscles into motion, and eventually managed to stand up. Looking down at the enormous puddle, she ignored an odd sensation of pride, instead calling to Batman. "Send cleanup to the transporter bay. I'm going to get changed." There was a wry smile in his voice as he replied. "Acknowledged. I'd guess you're feeling rather more relaxed now that you're away from that party?" She didn't dignify it with a response.
two-for-one this time, since chapter three barely qualifies. plus, bonus tentacles! ---------------------------------------------------------------- A girl sat in her room, pleased with recent posts on the internet. She had long enjoyed seeing women desperate for the bathroom, and she and a like-minded community felt it quite fortunate to have two high-profile incidents in as many days. The first one, with Supergirl, had only been caught by a security camera, but it went far enough that she actually wet herself. The second had been professionally filmed and broadcast on TV, but unfortunately Wonder Woman had been called away before it had become undeniable that she was in trouble. Still, the girl and others were happy to assume, and in this case they did so correctly. The girl wasn't yet aware she had a power. Like many metahumans, her first manifestation had been an unconscious one, and unlike more flashy powers that set their user on fire or summoned otherworldly servants, this one had a more subtle, widespread effect. It had latched onto what the girl was thinking at the time, and started nudging dominoes into motion that would lead to that thought being fulfilled writ large. Thoughts seeded, obvious solutions glossed over, occasionally even minor alterations to the real world where nobody was looking; nothing that would ever be noticed, but in time the effects would add up. The power had no ability to distinguish between desires in fantasy and in reality. All it knew was that it had been invoked to create situations in which superheroines would have full bladders, and so it would be. ---------------------------------------------------------------- "I'm boooooooored," complained Harley Quinn to the room at large. The room declined to reply. Harley found the room very rude and decided not to talk to it any more. Normally when she was bored Harley would have gone outside and found something to entertain her, or hung around Red until she did something fun. But right now they were lying low in preparation of a Big Scheme, so she couldn't draw attention to them or this abandoned flat they were staying in, and Red was doing... something, Harley had never had the patience to keep track, but something which required the utmost of concentration. She had even grown her plants over the door and lined the room she was in with soundproofing vines, too. It was like she didn't even trust Harley to leave well enough alone. It was very frustrating and she would have stormed in to give Red a piece of her mind, except the door was blocked. There was nothing good on TV and she had already broken the games console she stole the day before and she was bored. Also, she realized, she'd drunk about a million cans of soda and if she didn't get up to pee soon she'd probably wet herself. Maybe she should do something about that. Ten minutes later, after she'd sung all she could remember of a musical she'd enjoyed once, she remembered that she'd intended to go to the bathroom. Leaping up in one improbably fluid motion, she oriented herself against what she remembered of the layout of the flat, and frowned. The only way to the bathroom was through the room Red was in. And she couldn't go in there, not even to just go through, because the door was blocked and Red wouldn't hear her if she shouted and she couldn't go out the window because then they might be discovered. Also because they were six floors up and she couldn't fly, she was pretty sure. Could she? Had she ever really tried to fly? She'd heard about all those superheroes who could fly and lift trucks and shoot lightning from their ears but when it hadn't happened to her she'd just kind of assumed she couldn't. Maybe she really could, but she just hadn't figured out how? She forgot about her bladder entirely as she spent several minutes assuming various ridiculous poses, until an urgent pang reminded her that the issue was rapidly coming to a head. Okay. So she couldn't go outside and she couldn't go to the bathroom. Her options were limited to the room she was in, with a couch and a TV, or the bedroom, with a bed. She didn't want to ruin the furniture. What did that leave? Red's plants! Of course! Plants liked pee-chemicals, right? Harley was pretty sure that was right. If she wasn't, the plant might get sad for a while, but Red was a genius and also magic and could easily fix anything she did wrong. She'd probably sulk a bit, but she'd forgive Harley soon enough. Especially if Harley did the pout. Red could never resist the pout. And besides, that assumed she was wrong, which was ridiculous. So, plant it was. The next question was, which one? There were only a few plants in the rooms Harley could access. Most of them were tiny, single flowers and the like, and she didn't want to drown the poor things. Of those that remained, one was a cactus - no thank you, not puttin' my lady-parts anywhere near that - and then there was... the one in the bedroom! Harley, you're a genius! Running into the bedroom and around the bed, she saw the squat form of her impromptu toilet where it was growing from the floor. Currently a thick, grayish-green ball about the size of her head, she knew it was asleep, sort of, since it had nothing to do. She reached down to stroke it, eeped when she squashed her bladder in the process, stood back up, and began pulling down her pants to go, when suddenly the plant woke up. Unfurling into a group of vines ranging from as thin across as a pencil to as thick as her forearm, it waved about for a moment and then lashed out towards Harley, catching her too quickly for her to avoid it and wrapping around her, lifting her from the ground. Oh, right, she belatedly realized, it was a playtime plant. Prob'ly shoulda figured this would happen. Red had designed this plant, or rather one of its distant predecessors, quite some time ago, when Harley had wondered if she could use her powers for fun; by now she was practiced enough to make it out of normal plants easily, and it seemed it had assumed that taking her clothes off right next to it meant she wanted a ride. Admittedly, Harley was very rarely opposed to going a round with one of these plants. But at the moment she was kind of distracted by how much she needed to pee, and if she went now she'd get it all over her pants, and she'd forgotten the word Red had reminded her of a million times that would make it go back to sleep and the only other way was for it to decide that she was done. Heh. 'Done'. There was no struggling her way out; the more she fought against the plant, the more securely it would hold her. By the time she remembered that it was already lashed around her limbs in three places each as tightly as it went, which was just tight enough that the sensation had an edge of bite to it. The feeling was starting to get her all wound up, heat pooling in her groin, but still her bladder was the higher priority. The plant wasn't smart enough to understand speech, except for a select few words. Since she didn't remember any of them, that was no good. Some of Red's other babies understood you when you spoke to them but that didn't help her much, since Mr. Cactus was immobile and in the other room. She tried anyway, calling out to cactus and Red alike to no avail, and after a few moments the vines decided they didn't like her shouting and slipped a vine into her mouth, not so thick that it hurt her jaw but only just. At the same time thinner vines were exploring beneath her shirt, gently stroking her breasts, and feeling out the rest of her - One of them passed over her abdomen with enough force to set her to squirming again, and as the vines adjusted their grip on her again they seemed to realize this was something new. Vines of varying thicknesses poked and prodded and rubbed at her bladder through her stomach, investigating and, she knew, learning just how she squirmed and tried to press her legs together. Red's plants were so smart, they'd figured out the mouth thing on their very first time, and she wondered just what they would do with this new information; as though in answer most of the vines withdrew from her bladder, except for a few that continued stroking it almost soothingly, and then one of the thickest vines pushed gently into her vagina, sliding smoothly in until it was as deep as it could comfortably go. Oh, she loved this, being tied up tight and having Red's vines fill her from both ends, but still her bladder distracted her, throbbing insistently whenever it seemed she might be ignoring it in favor of the wonderful, wonderful vines. They didn't seem to want to share her attention, the thick vine shifting inside her, and she realized she could feel it pressing against her bladder from inside her, while outside the smaller ones continued rubbing it in soothing patterns. The line between pleasure and desperation was starting to blur, and at that point the vines made their move. Starting slowly, they thrusted in and out at both ends, quickly picking up speed until, soon, they were ravaging her, having decided she needed it hard and fast today rather than slow and drawn-out. There were vines massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples, and more stroking quick, tight circles around her clit without quite touching it, and she was starting to lose track of the individual sensations in favor of one big building-up-to-orgasm feeling, and when the plant finally turned its attentions directly to her clit she felt something akin to an explosion, in more senses than one. They kept going, more slowly, as she came down from her first orgasm, and when she regained semi-coherent thought she realized she'd completely lost control of her bladder, all thoughts of her clothes forgotten. Still, that was about the most intense sex she'd had in possibly years; maybe something to experiment with later, she thought. The vines were still going, and shortly they brought her to a second, more sedate orgasm; seemingly deciding she was done for now, they went through a remarkably accurate simulation of coming inside her, ejaculating a sticky, sweet sap. They always did that; before they were first created there had been a few times when Red had made her come and she hadn't returned the favor, and whenever that had happened she felt kind of bad about it. She figured the vines had picked up on that somehow. Red was really good at what she did. The vines spread out into a comfortable mat, which suited Harley fine, all the excitement having left her somewhat worn out. As she curled up to drift off, hugging a thick vine that wrapped around her, she wondered if Red would feel like playing with them when she was finally done with her project.
another double chapter, since both are fairly short. next chapter is longer again. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Mary Marvel flew in through her window, left open for just such entrances, and made a beeline straight for the kitchen. It had been a long day; she had patrol straight after her classes ended, and the universe had seen fit to throw her two muggings, a bank robbery, a car chase, and an honest-to-God cat up a tree. She needed something to eat, and something to drink, and to put her feet up and watch some mindless TV.She made several sandwiches practically on autopilot and grabbed a can of soda from the fridge, then floated over to the couch and lay down on it. Setting down her snacks, she pulled out the remote, then idly said "shazam" to return to her unpowered form. As the lightning struck her she realized her error.Her Marvel form was, in many respects, an idealized human. Even without the magic that provided her powers, the form would have been stronger, faster, better coordinated, and so on, not to mention being generally larger than Mary herself. Among the many advantages she had in that form over her normal self was a significantly larger bladder - yet the contents were not altered when she swapped between them, meaning the same amount could make her need to go more or less depending on how she transformed. A few times before she had gone from having a noticeable but non-urgent fullness of her bladder to being on the edge of losing control when she changed back, and once she had even taken advantage of the reverse, switching to her powered form when she was sure nobody was around to give her more time to make it to a bathroom.This time, though, she had gone the entire day without using the bathroom, much of that time being spent as Mary Marvel. Her bladder had been full enough that, frankly, even if she hadn't changed back she would have needed to use the bathroom soon, and when she had transformed back her bladder had become too small to be physically able to hold all of the accumulated urine.The instant the transformation took hold, the excess urine was forced out of her bladder, soaking her panties, the back of her jeans, and the couch beneath her in one go. Her bladder itself remained full absolutely to capacity, and she instinctively curled up and stuck her hands into her pants, squeezing her crotch tightly.She had to make it to the bathroom. She had to. She would not wet herself here on the couch, she told herself. Her bladder did not seem inclined to listen, leaks escaping despite her iron grip. Fine, she amended, I will not wet myself completely here on the couch.After a few seconds to gather her strength, she swung sideways, planting her feet firmly on the floor. Standing without using her hands, in her desperate state, was a challenge, but she managed with only minimal leakage. As she stood up she felt it begin to trickle down her legs, which didn't help at all to hold it; she spent a few moments bent into a strange half-crouch, unsure if she could move in either direction without losing control.Once she felt she could manage, she took a single step forward, and that was it for her bladder. The floodgates opened, her muscles released despite her best efforts otherwise, and pee poured forth, soaking her hands, her trousers, her socks, and puddling on the floor.She sighed, finally thinking to move her hands, and wiped them on what areas of her jeans remained dry. She nearly facepalmed when she realized the obvious solution that in her desperation she had missed, that of transforming back into her Marvel form when the problem became evident, and sighed. Well, cleaning up the mess would serve as a good lesson to keep thinking even in high-pressure situations.----------------------------------------------------------------M'gann looked over her supplies again, just to make sure she had enough, and nodded. She was quite excited to take part in what her knowledge of Earth assured her was a common ritual: the marathon viewing. She had a show that she was told came recommended, she had plenty of unhealthy food (most of it crispy), and she had soda in abundance; she was prepared. Admittedly, she had done something similar before coming to Earth so that she could convincingly pretend to be human, but this was the first time she would be doing it for its own sake and with the requisite snacks.She laid down on the bed in her room and set the TV to play the first episode, popping open a can as the theme music began to play.--------------------------------Several hours in, she was completely enthralled. As an alien who still wasn't sure how to fit in on Earth, she really identified with several of the main characters, and it seemed like the gag-per-episode format might be starting to introduce an overarching plot, too, with the revelation that there were others of their kind out there.She ignored the twinges of her bladder as the soda she had drunk started to make itself felt, crossing her legs unconsciously. She wasn't leaving this marathon for anything short of a supervillain attack.--------------------------------The credits rolled on the last currently-aired episode.M'gann considered the marathon an unqualified success, even if she still wasn't sure how she hadn't seen the fusion thing coming. She had participated in Earth culture, learned a great deal about human society, and learned that her situation wasn't entirely inconceived-of among humans, which perhaps meant she could share a few personal stories with her friends and have them be understood. That would be fun; bonding over personal stories was a very human thing to do.As she sat up, another human thing made itself known to her: her bladder was very, very full. It had been, she realized, for some time, since she'd been sat there and drinking soda for most of the day; without even realizing it she'd twisted her legs together and been holding herself for some time.Were she more experienced with human forms, resolving the issue would have been simple; she could have simply shifted her bladder larger. Unfortunately, she had spent little time practicing the internals of humans, concentrating mostly on making the external appearance look exactly how she wanted once she had it mastered well enough that she would be able to pass a medical examination if it became necessary. If she tried to mess around with her organs, especially as distracted as it was rapidly becoming evident that she was, she might well end up wetting herself on the spot, or worse, causing internal damage - which she could fix, but fixing poorly-done shapeshifting generally left Martians feeling lousy the next few days.No, she would have to make it to the bathroom. Which was almost exactly on the opposite side of the mountain from her room. Rats.She took a few tentative steps before deciding that wouldn't work, instead lifting herself from the ground with a minor mental exertion. Truthfully, that was easier than walking even at the best of times, but she tried to walk whenever she remembered to.The mountain was a maze at the best of times, and as distracted as she was she took several wrong turns and had to backtrack. Halfway there her tenuous control began to fail her and for a brief moment she lost it entirely, stopping in place and letting out an eep while she tried to stop the flow and blushing heavily. When she was fairly sure she had stopped she began to move again, only to stop and utter a "hello, Megan!" as a solution came to mind.Concentrating carefully on her mental picture of her biology, she found the part of her crotch where her bladder let out - she was pretty sure she remembered the biology textbooks she had read calling it the urethra - and changed it slightly, closing off the opening and turning it into a dead end. Cautiously relaxing her muscles slightly, she found that her idea had worked; now she could make it to the bathroom without any risk of causing a mess. It felt odd, but that was only a small matter; being human-shaped often felt strange, and having a bladder this full was especially unfamiliar to her.Thanks to her self-modification she made it to the bathroom without further incident, and retracted her clothing as she sat down on one of the toilets. With another mental twist she returned her biology to human-normal, and immediately began to feel relief as urine poured from her bladder.As with any new experience in human form, she made sure to pay careful attention to the feeling, which was a very pleasant one; in fact, if she wasn't mistaken, it seemed to overlap fairly strongly with what a few secretive experiments had taught her human arousal felt like. Maybe that was something to look into... what was the custom for discussing - what was the phrase - "bedroom matters"?
When she regained consciousness, the Black Canary's first thought was that this was possibly the third least comfortable she'd ever been upon waking.She seemed to be suspended against a wall, arms spread out above her, though exactly what was holding her there was a mystery; there was no manacle or binding visible or to be felt on her wrists or ankles. Her jaw, too, was fixed in place by forces unknown, rendering her powered Cry useless if she wasn't willing to shatter most of her teeth and jawbone; that was an option that could wait for rather more dire straits. From the fullness of her bladder she had probably been here at least a few hours, which worried her; she wasn't sure how she had gone from running across the skyline to waking up restrained, but if she had been knocked out for that long she could have a concussion or worse. She would need to get that checked once she got out of here.Not, admittedly, that getting out looked like it would happen soon unless something changed, since no matter how she struggled she couldn't get any leverage on her unknown restraints. Perhaps hearing her efforts, a new figure entered the room, wearing a costume Canary could only call amateurish. A hooded jacket and jeans, visibly new enough that they had probably been bought explicitly for the purpose, and a cheap plastic mask; the only thing that really made it obvious that this was someone of note was that the eyes of the mask were illuminated from behind by a deep violet light, which seemed to trail behind as the androgynous figure moved, though careful attention indicated that this impression wasn't actually borne out by reality.The figure turned to Canary, staring at her for a long moment, and then spoke, another mental distortion serving to render the voice unidentifiable. "Hello, Black Canary. Are you comfortable?" As though in answer her bladder throbbed, and she shifted unconsciously; the figure's posture too changed a little at the same moment, and they chuckled. "Silly question; I know you are not. If you'd like a name to better refer to me I'd suggest Magi. I brought you here today to finally get my revenge. Any questions?"Though she couldn't open her mouth she could still speak through gritted teeth, if a little awkwardly. "Revenge for what?" she asked, pressing her thighs together as another urge hit her.Magi nodded, shifting again. They seemed like a restless sort, changing position slightly every few seconds. "Good question! So for this we need to go back a ways. Do you remember two years ago, there was a hostage crisis at a bank that you broke up after three hours?"She thought for a moment, then nodded. "Think so. Were you one of the ones we arrested? A friend, out for revenge? Something along those lines?"That seemed to be the wrong thing to say; Magi lunged forward, grabbing hold of the front of her coat. "Do not compare me to them," they hissed threateningly. Satisfied that their point was sufficiently made, they released her and pulled back. "No. I was one of the hostages. I was only in the bank to use their bathroom when the whole thing started, and then they told us to sit still and stay quiet. Several times I asked to be allowed to use the bathroom but every time they said no, I had to stay where I was, and all the while it just kept getting harder and harder to hold on. And then I couldn't hold it any more, and I wet myself, right there in the middle of the group. And what do you know, five minutes later you finally waltz in and let us all go, too late to do any good!" They were gesticulating wildly by the end, pacing around the entire time, and the last part came out nearly in a scream.She waited a few moments to make sure nothing else was coming. "Wait, that's it?" she asked, incredulously, still through her locked jaw. "The robbers didn't kill anyone, didn't even hurt anyone, and your complaint is I wasn't fast enough, even though I dealt with it in less than ten minutes from when I got the call?"It seemed to be the wrong thing to say. "It was mortifying!" Magi screamed, visibly furious. "You should have been faster! So I swore revenge, that I'd make you suffer the same way. And which one of us is free now, and which one is magically tied up against a wall? Yeah! Looks like I win, bitch! You're going to stay there and hold it for as long as I feel like, and maybe then I'll let you humiliate yourself by wetting in your uniform, and then if I feel like it you'll do the whole thing ag-"The sentence was interrupted by the sound of shattering glass as a green-fletched arrow flew through one of the windows of the abandoned warehouse, aimed to embed itself in Magi's arm. The instant before it would have landed the figure dissolved into violet light which faded away, the arrow passing harmlessly through, and as they did the hold on Canary's limbs and jaw vanished; not anticipating the sudden release she collapsed to the ground, landing hard on her bladder, which did not at all help the urge.She picked herself up slowly, painfully, her joints still aching from being held awkwardly for however long it had been, and found herself dancing unconsciously in an attempt to resist her desperation. When Oliver entered the building she was holding herself openly as she looked around the building in case there was anything of note, which there did not seem to be. By all appearances, Magi had simply chosen a random empty warehouse and kidnapped her to it. It would likely be trivial to identify them later, but any clue could be useful down the line, even if it wasn't obvious what for at the time."Hey there, Beecee," her boyfriend greeted her as he walked in, possibly her most hated nickname shy of "snookums", and she had promised to kill him if he ever spoke that one again, even in jest. "You, uh, look like you've got something you need to do there, babe. What was the deal with the masked weirdo?""Hostage a couple years back, wet themself when they weren't allowed bathroom access, got mad at me for not being fast enough, decided to take revenge," she summarized. "Apparently they knew magic somehow? I think that was what was holding me, since I was suddenly dropped when your arrow popped them.""Oh, man, I hate dealing with magic. It never does anything sensible.""Strange. In that case I would have thought it would be right up your alley," she teased him."Oh, ha ha," he replied, entirely humorlessly. He paused for a moment, watching her search with one hand buried in her crotch and constantly dancing. "No, look, come on, the detective work can wait, you need to get to a bathroom. There's a public one just down the street.""No, I'm fine," she protested, not entirely sure why she was doing it. "I can wait."He didn't reply, simply placing one hand on her shoulder and guiding her gently, if firmly, towards the door. She put up only a token protest; she really did need to go quite urgently. Just before they left the building she stopped for a moment, gathering her resolve, then forced herself to stop dancing, straighten up, and take her hand out of her crotch, not wanting to be seen on the verge of wetting herself by any bystanders. Oliver alone was bad enough.She looked over to him and nodded, noting as she did that he was breathing just a little more heavily than the situation warranted and had the same flushed, slightly dazed look he tended to get when he watched her go a round on the League's sparring mat or exercise room. (Personally, she favored watching him on the salmon ladder, but that was neither here nor there.)The walk to the bathroom seemed to take hours, but eventually they made it, and she entered. Her uniform was clearly not designed with this situation in mind, with a leotard over tights meaning she would have to take off the entire lot to remove said tights; after a few moments of deliberation she decided she didn't have time for that, and so she would simply pull aside the crotch of the leotard and go through the tights. The dark, shiny fabric didn't show wetness, she knew, so as long as she didn't get any on her legs it wouldn't be visible; she had done a similar thing a few times in the past, when urges had arisen at inconvenient times, though she didn't think she'd ever been this full.Except this time, nothing came out.She waited a minute, bearing down on her bladder as hard as she could, to make sure, but when not even a trickle came forth her situation became apparent. She sighed and pulled her leotard back into place, then left the bathroom, finding Oliver waiting nearby. He looked at her curiously, presumably seeing in her body language that she still badly needed to pee."Couldn't go," she explained before he could ask. "'Magi' said I would hold it, quote, 'as long as I feel like', I guess this is what they meant.""So, just to clarify, they had magic, and they used it... to stop you from going to the bathroom?" Oliver sounded incredulous, and just a little intrigued. She would have to remember to ask him about that later, as well as his earlier reaction."That's about the sum of it. Supervillains, go figure. Come on, we need to get to the Watchtower. If this is a magic thing, nobody's better than Zatanna to fix it."--------------------------------When Zatanna finally managed to extricate herself from whatever she'd been doing previously and made it to the room where Dinah and Oliver were waiting, she found Dinah, normally ever-dignified, practically tied up in knots. She was sitting on a bench, curled in on herself, holding herself openly with both hands and dancing constantly. Granted, there was no danger of wetting herself no matter what she did, but it felt like it was helping, and that was enough for her."Goodness," said Zatanna, "that does look uncomfortable. I'll skip the pleasantries and go straight to the magic, shall I?""That would be appreciated," Dinah replied.Placing her hand gently on Dinah's abdomen after she moved her arms out of the way, Zatanna spoke several syllables that seemed to defy comprehension, and Dinah felt something akin to static pass through her body. Zatanna thought for a moment, nodded, then spoke up. "Okay, from what I'm getting, it's a spell from sympathetic magic, matching a condition in one thing to an equivalent in another. This... 'Magi'," she seemed just a little amused by the hubris of the name, "is clearly pretty new at magic, though they have some measure of natural talent. The easiest way to deal with this would be to just sort of... pull the spell off you, leaving it unattached on this end, with the added bonus that I should be able to track them by it. It won't be big on dignity, with the removal of the part that's stopping you from going, but I can just clean it up after, so.""If it means not having to feel like this any more, I'd accept it even if you couldn't clean up. Hm. Sympathetic... so what, Magi's feeling like this too? That would explain some of their behavior.""Yeah, probably. Consider it self-inflicted karma, I suppose. Okay, hold still..." She closed her eyes, concentrating for a moment, then spoke another incantation. A tension Dinah hadn't previously realized was there lifted, and her bladder released, its contents pouring freely forth.The noise she made was almost orgasmic, the relief feeling good enough that she suspected it should qualify as indecent, and when after almost two minutes she had finally emptied her bladder entirely she realized she had at some point arched her back as though pressing into the sensation. When she looked over at Oliver he was staring at her openmouthed, a visible bulge in his pants, and after that release she certainly understood why.When a general feeling of warmth filled the room and she found herself dried off, she realized she had somehow forgotten about Zatanna entirely. The cleaning spell was really quite good; not only had it removed the puddle she had made and dried out her clothes, it had also cleaned off where the exertion had had her sweating and even returned her hair, which had fallen out of its style to hang in front of her face, to its usual shape. She felt like she had just been through a hot shower; it was delightful."You two look like you could use a moment," said Zatanna with a wry grin, "I'll leave you the room." So saying, she did exactly that, closing the door behind her at roughly the same moment as Dinah lost her patience and practically pounced upon Oliver.--------------------------------The girl who had called herself Magi did not sleep that night.She was quite annoyed that the Green Arrow had interfered, triggering her "recall to safe space" spell with his namesake weapon. She had been looking forward to watching the Black Canary squirm and struggle, for all that it meant that she herself wouldn't be able to go in that time. Still, she had an advantage over the Canary, in the form of spells that she was careful to exclude from the sympathetic link that increased her endurance beyond human normal.Still, she at least took consolation from the fact that the Canary, wherever she was, would be unable to let go until she did, no matter how full they both got. Honestly, now she regretted already being on the way to a full bladder when she kidnapped the Canary, for all that it had meant her torment started as soon as she awoke; if she had started from empty she would have been able to draw out that torment all the more.She wasn't sure that she wouldn't wet the bed if she fell asleep, so over the course of the night she drank her way through enough coffee to kill a small ox. The diuretic only worsened her need - and, she thought with a smile, that of the Canary - and she had to reapply the endurance spell several times before the sun even rose. Most of the following day was spent clutching herself and dancing, sometimes pacing around, and by the evening she was leaking near-constantly, her panties and the bed beneath her soaked; when eventually the last vestiges of her control abandoned her and she wet herself completely, it had been a little over two full days since she had last used the bathroom.She lay sprawled out on her bed, torn between drifting off to sleep and mentally planning out a spell that could clean up the mess. Still, she was pleased to have finally achieved her revenge, as hard as it had been; she could only hope that the Canary had been somewhere very public when she had wet herself, that her humiliation could be seen by as many people as possible. She would check later, she decided as she surrendered to the hold of sleep.
aaaand here we go, final chapter! it figures that only now would i be able to post freely, but oh well. -------------------------------- Barbara teleported into Mount Justice after a several-hour shift spent surveilling a suspected criminal hideout, which as far as she could tell it was not. As was her habit when entering a new environment she glanced over the entire place twice, and only after the second time, and just outside her field of vision, did Batman appear. She did not jump. She never jumped, no matter how dedicated he was to the ninja routine. She suspected it was part of why she had been allowed to train under him as Batgirl, though she had never voiced that suspicion. He knew she suspected that, and she knew that he knew, and so on. So went the life of a Bat. "Report," said he in that gravelly voice. Sometimes she wondered how it didn't hurt his throat. "Not a peep. I sat there and watched for four hours and not a single soul entered or left that building, nor moved within it. If there's anything illegal going on, it wasn't happening today." Batman simply nodded. Most people thought that he - and by extension Robin and Batgirl - never made mistakes, simply deducing the answer to any given problem flawlessly with his formidable intellect. One of the first things she had learned was that it simply didn't work that way; a good portion of detective work was chasing down leads that never amounted to anything, or turned out not to be leads at all. So when days like this one happened, she didn't complain; it was all part of the process. There was something odd in Batman's stance, but Barbara wasn't sure what it was. In anyone else she would have called it hesitance, but it was Batman, so she was unsure. As she tried to figure it out without looking like she was trying, he spoke again. "I have another case for you. You'd tackle this one on your own, beginning to end, unless you hit a dead end that you cannot resolve." "Why me?" The response was immediate. She wasn't objecting, she'd had a few cases like that already, but it was another of the first things she had been taught: question everything. He had made clear that he would never fault her, nor anyone else for that matter, for asking a question if she couldn't come to an answer on her own, though for some questions he might decline to reply. On the other hand, if she had a question and didn't ask, she knew it could delay or stall a case, and in Gotham that was often paid for in lives. So when she was handed a case with no prior indication that it would occur, she was certainly going to ask. He nodded approvingly. "Robin is already working a case of his own, and I'm on several. Additionally, there are some cases even I can't investigate without... awkward questions being asked; for a solid case that's no issue, but for all I can tell this might amount to nothing. So it falls to you, if you want it." She thought it over; it made sense, and there weren't any parts where he seemed to be holding something back to check she was paying attention. "I'll take it. What should I know?" The awkwardness in his stance was even more obvious, now. It was bizarre. "Over the past week, there have been several incidents where female League members have..." the Batman, who inspired terror in the mad villains of Gotham and was rumored by some to be a demon (or worse, an angel) in human form, actually hesitated. Barbara wondered if the world was coming to an end. "...Have, thanks to several unrelated circumstances, involuntarily wet themselves." Oh, that explained a great deal. "Three that I'm aware of, with at least one close call, and possibly more outside of League surveillance. As I said, it could be nothing, but..." "Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence, and three times is enemy action?" she suggested. "I've never believed in coincidence, and if your enemy is smart then they act once and then change methods. If they're smarter, you don't even realize there was a 'once' at all. But yes, in this case that's more or less correct; three incidents in a week is sufficiently unlikely that I believe there may be an external influence involved somehow. Consider it a test of how you approach a case with no obvious leads and of an unusual nature. Proceed as you will, and report your findings or lack thereof when you believe you have something meaningful." Barbara nodded, and for a few moments Batman and Batgirl stood in silence. Once he was sure she had no questions, she blinked, and somehow in that time he was gone. She really needed to learn that trick. Still, in the meantime, she had a case to solve. Already starting to think of possible directions to investigate, she headed to her room, which was basically a wall of computers, a comfortable chair, and a bed tucked away in one corner. So distracted was she that she didn't even notice as her bladder began to make itself felt, the hours of surveillance having given it time to fill. Once she logged in to the system on which the Bats performed their investigations she immediately opened the notes file for League surveillance, scanning over the last week, and checked camera recordings and incident reports alike for the relevant times. She closed the video player, blushing deeply, when she realized the Canary's intent after the most recent incident. That aside, she had a file of her own notes made as she watched, most of which amounted to one thing: that no common factor united even the three incidents proper, let alone M'gann's near miss. If there was no visible connection, what did that leave? No, wrong question. If there was a common cause, why would it have been done? It could be deliberate or accidental. If it was deliberate, it could be aimed at humiliating the League - except that only one of the incidents had been particularly public, and that was Wonder Woman's. Or the goal could be like that of "Magi" but on a larger scale, with the desperation being an end in its own right. But that didn't explain M'gann, who as a member of the covert-ops team had almost certainly never come to gain an enemy of that sort. Alternatively, whomever or whatever was responsible could be stupid, crazy, or not think the same way as most humans; but that was virtually impossible to investigate for in any meaningful sense, so while it was always an option on the table, it was rarely something that could be fielded as the most likely explanation. Similarly, she dismissed the idea that it was caused by a foe so intelligent that the steps in their plan seemed completely disconnected. So if it wasn't deliberate, perhaps it was an accident. Even Batman himself wouldn't be able to arrange events on this scale from intelligence alone, so whatever was doing it was probably either a high-end power or magic. Magic didn't produce this kind of effect with inexperienced users, either coming out in minor bursts aimed at helping the user or in a giant, obvious catastrophe, so a power was more likely. Powers often activated unconsciously the first time or several times, until the person realized what was happening and began to exert control. If an unconscious power use was behind this it was likely something the user had given more than a little thought to, had hoped for or fantasized about. Teenagers and young adults were the highest-represented age groups in power activation, and unusual interests and fetishes came in all kinds; this would be far from the weirdest that she had heard of, if it were so. And if a teenager or young adult had a fetish of this sort, it was more than possible that they visited or contributed to groups of people who shared it on the internet. There. She had a lead. It was flimsy, she knew, based on several consecutive assumptions; still, for a case that might not even exist, any lead would be similarly tenuous, and Batman had played longer odds and come out with a successful solution in the past. Another of those first lessons was that a good detective trusted their instincts; if anything would count, this would. Lost in her train of logic she crossed her legs without realizing, at the same time taking a sip from one of the many bottles of water she kept for investigations. It was time to delve into the strange and mildly intimidating world of internet fetishes. For all that she would have faced the Scarecrow unflinching, she had to admit some of what she knew lay in the darker corners still left her feeling a little apprehensive. -------------------------------- Honestly, as internet fetishes went, this one wasn't so bad. Actually, some of these stories and pictures were pretty good, considering their subject matter. Many of them weren't, but that was to be expected with the internet; most of what people in general created tended to be of poor quality. Some of the good ones were genuinely engaging, though; a few times she had actually taken brief time out of the investigation to read one of them. Not that all the pictures, videos, and discussion of urination were helping her bladder very much. Maybe I should use the bathroom... But no, she was getting close to a breakthrough. She was pretty sure she had found most of the major websites where people with this interest would tend to go. Undoubtedly she had missed some minor ones, but there was a very good chance that anyone who actively participated in the bladder-desperation community was a member of at least one of them. In fact, she had a fairly solid lead. There were a variety of threads devoted to superheroes in particular, (she really hadn't needed to know just how much interest people had in her suit, much less to read the speculation on how hard it might be to get out of in a hurry,) and in some of them had been posts that matched up to the details of the incidents surprisingly well. Admittedly, there was enough that a parallel could probably be drawn to just about any situation, but a lead was a lead, and her instincts were practically screaming at her that the user who had written two of them and offered comments on the others could be responsible. She wouldn't limit herself to only that user, of course; just about anyone who had viewed the threads could have allowed the ideas to filter through to their power. But as a lead suspect, that user it was who she favored. (Her instincts weren't the only things screaming at her. Every so often she found her hand making its way to her crotch without her intent, and she was bouncing rapidly in her seat. It ached, and outside of her detective-ing fugue she would most certainly have gone to the bathroom. Instead she shifted her position so that she was sitting on her heel, after, of course, removing her boots, and used that to apply a controlling pressure. Lost in her fugue, none of this made it to her conscious mind.) Now all she had to do was hack into the websites and determine the IP addresses of the relevant users, see if any of the best-suspect accounts could be connected to real identities. Child's play. -------------------------------- There. She had identities. Better, her favorite suspect fit the profile for having gained powers wonderfully well; she fell right into the ideal age range, she lived in the city with the third-highest incidence of powered individuals in America, and practically clinching it, she had just two days past won a small but nontrivial cash prize on a scratch-and-win ticket. A good detective was never absolutely sure of any conclusion, no matter how certain, always re-evaulating in case there was some missed factor or wild card, but insofar as she could ever trust conclusions, she felt sure this girl was responsible. Batman would be thrilled. Batman would be proud. Batman might even raise an eyebrow and nod approvingly. When had she started sitting on her heel? No matter. With her conclusions neatly organized into a single file and accompanied by summaries on the best suspects, including the one who totally did it, she swivelled her chair around and dropped her leg back down to accompany the other one, ready to find Batman to present her findings - And suddenly all the feelings she had ignored in favor of the case seemed to hit her at once, her bladder more full than she had ever, ever felt before. She froze in place and groaned involuntarily, trying with all her power to hold the flood at bay, and her bladder ignored her best attempts and began to empty. Her bodysuit was waterproof, diving suit being among its many functions, and so as what felt like all the liquid on Earth began to force its way out of her it was trapped within. The suit bulged just a little to accommodate the new addition, but mostly her urine began to spread out and pour down her legs, pooling around her feet. It was almost hot, though it began to cool quickly, and with the combination of the relief and the rushing sensation over her crotch and, potentially, the pornography she had just recently read, she quickly found herself more than a little turned on. Still peeing, she thrust a hand to her crotch and began rubbing herself as best she could through the fabric, orgasming hard enough that for a moment all she saw was white as she collapsed bonelessly back into her chair, her stream beginning to taper off a few seconds later. She sighed happily and considered the feeling. It was odd, but not unpleasant, to have her urine pooled within her suit, though the thermoregulation that kept it and her at a comfortable temperature probably helped. As she was still seated a fair amount had remained around her crotch and upper thighs, but still there was plenty in the legs; her suit was tight enough that the little space afforded to it meant it nearly reached her knees. When she stood up she thought it might well reach partway up her thighs, actually. She would probably have to get up soon. As much as it wasn't an entirely unpleasant feeling she would probably not do her skin any favors to sit like this for too long. She would have to go to the showers and rinse out her suit before she could report to Batman. As wound up as she was, she might end up using the shower head for another purpose, but that would be between her and the wall tiles; if there was any surveillance in the bathrooms she hadn't yet found access to it. (And if she someday did, she would probably kill Batman.) Maybe she would join one of those sites and write up a plausibly-fictionalized account of her story, that would be amusing. Really, this wasn't such an unpleasant power to be affected by - Her train of thought suddenly derailed as she realized she had played right into one of the power-induced situations herself. Well then, she thought with a sharp grin, now it was personal.
A/N: Hey guys, another stupid Eric fic. I can't help it, I have such a lady boner for him right now and all I want to do is write about him even though I think no one wants this but me. This has a lot of short and sweet wettings in it because...well, you'll see what I mean. Each fear came to him suddenly and startlingly, but he was able to fight his way through each one of them with ease and calm down. He did it was such ease, in fact, that he was sure it was impressing the other initiates. He may have been a transfer, but he was not to be taken lightly and he was going to prove that. As Eric slowed his heart rate and cleared yet another fear, he was suddenly back where he had started. He was still in the chair, still hooked up to the machine, he was still in front of a window where the others could watch him- and he was pleased to see that they all looked as impressed as he had expected. Everything was exactly as it had been before he had begun being assaulted by nightmares, except for one key- and very inconvenient- annoyance. He really had to piss. Like, so badly he was surprised he hadn't felt it before, and he wondered if the simulation blocked out things like that. Either way, now his bladder was practically throbbing due to its fullness, and he started to get up, only to be stopped as he did. “Wait,” Amar said. “I'm not done with the data yet. You need to stay seated until I say so.” Eric held back a groan as he tried not to squirm in his chair. He really could not afford to wait much longer, and hoped that once he was up, he would be able to excuse himself for a few moments. Asking to go would be a bit...problematic due to one slight issue, but he vowed not to let that bother him this time. He waited and waited, but Amar did nothing to indicate being even remotely close to done. Eric grit his teeth, the pressure in his bladder growing to the point that he could hardly bear it. He shifted in his seat a bit, struggling to hold it. He could not believe he was even in this situation. He could not remember having to pee this badly in years. He was always so careful about things like this, but now he was unable to keep from squirming as he waited. By the time Amar finally let him up, he could not stand still, and shifted his weight from foot to foot before he was instructed to rejoin the other initiates. As he walked back, each step jostled his bladder more than he would have liked, and he was instantly panicked when he felt a small leak escape him. No, no, no, he was not going to wet himself in front of everyone like that! He had just proven how intimidating he really was, he was not going to throw that all away over something like this. He was going to hold it until he got to the bathroom. “Be right back,” he mumbled, starting to walk away. “And just where do you think you're going?” Amar called after him. “Probably gonna puke after that simulation,” said one of the Candor transfers with a snort. He felt his face flush and tried to will himself to say what he was actually leaving for, but he could only manage to say, “No, I'm not.” “Then, again I ask, where do you think you're going?” “Nowhere, never mind,” he said softly, looking down and squirming. This was not good at all. No matter how hard he tried, he could not get himself to say what he needed or go for it, and he leaked again. Without even realizing what he was doing, he put both hands to his crotch, grabbing himself through his pants to stop the flow. Every part of his mind was screaming for him to stop before someone noticed him, but he could not let go, and he soon heard a mixture of gasps and giggles coming from those around him. “Aw, man, is he gonna piss himself?” “Not so high and mighty now, huh?” “I thought he transferred from Erudite. Shouldn't he at least be smart enough to know when to go to the bathroom?” He tried to block out what they said and tried to rush from the room, but before he could make it very far, he lost control. He could hear the roar of laughter as his bladder began to empty. He could feel his hands start to grow hot and damp, the panic causing his heart rate to jump, but then, as he soaked his pants, it suddenly slowed. The relief was so overwhelming that he couldn't help but be calm and then... He was back in the chair. He was back in the chair, hooked up to the machines, and the other initiates were still on the other side of the window, still looking impressed by him. And, he was incredibly relieved to notice, his pants were dry and his bladder was perfectly under control. He blinked a bit in confusion before it hit him. It had all been part of the simulation. It had seemed so real that he had not realized he hadn't woken up yet, but it had been in his head. No one had actually seen him wet himself. But he was sure he saw Amar smirking a bit as he left. ~X~ It was pretty obvious, really. He should have expected something like that to appear in his fear landscape, all things considered. Since childhood, he had been incredibly bladder shy, for reasons unknown to him. Pair that up with a crippling fear of public humiliation, and it made perfect sense that he would have to confront a scene where he had to either admit his need or wet himself. Now the only problem was figuring out how to overcome it for real next time. He had been lucky enough that the relief had calmed him down enough to end the simulation before it had lasted too long, but eventually he would have to clear it legitimately if he were ever going to get anywhere in Dauntless. The first option was the most obvious. He would just have to openly admit his need and excuse himself to the bathroom, despite how hard it was for him. That would be easy enough for anyone else, but he knew this would be a challenge that would take a lot of training from him. Still, it beat the second option. The second option was a lot more humiliating, he thought. For that one, he would skip announcing the situation, but he would also skip the holding, and would go straight for a deliberate wetting. Though that might honestly be the more brave thing to do, he was not sure he would ever have the courage to openly and intentionally wet himself, even if it was just in a simulation. So the only real choice was the first, and for that to work, he would need to try again as soon as possible. He would have to revisit his fear landscape. ~X~ This time, he was prepared for the scenario, but even if he hadn't been, he still wouldn't have been fooled, because it took place in an entirely different setting. Instead of finding himself in the chair, like before, he found himself in the training room, at the row of punching bags.He was somewhat annoyed to see that the simulation had placed him next to that annoying Stiff who thought he was hot shit just because of his low fear count, but he did not have much time to think of that as the urge to piss hit him like a punch. He was immediately overcome with the desire to grab himself, but he refrained. He had to forget that for now, and instead focus all of his thoughts on overcoming his fear."I'm..." he started to say. But his voice trailed off and he couldn't speak."Did you say something?" asked Four, looking over at him."No, mind your own damn business," he snapped, the swelling of his bladder making him edgier than usual. It didn't matter; this Four wasn't even real. He could be as nasty as he wanted to, if he had the time to worry about such things. But, sadly, he didn't.And he couldn't excuse himself. He knew that that was what he had to do, but he just couldn't do it.He wanted to scream, but instead threw a solid punch at the bag. He was so goddamn weak! How was it he could fight his way through every other fear, but he could not summon up the strength to excuse himself to the bathroom? And then he felt a sharp pang in his bladder and he was once again forced into grabbing himself and squirming, and listening to the roar of laughter that echoed through the training room. He kept his eyes focused on the ground, refusing to see their faces- particularly Four's- as he was mocked. He knew what was coming in just a few short seconds, but he was powerless to stop it. He felt the too-familiar sensation of his hot piss leaking through his pants, soaking his hand and darkening his pants, running down his leg and splashing on the floor with a loud hiss. And he let out a sigh of both disappointment and relief, his heart rate yet again slowing enough to force him out of the simulation. He had failed yet again. ~X~ Time went on, and Eric continued to practice. Whenever he had the spare time, he would run through his landscape again, the other parts getting so easy they took him no time at all, but the final one still gave him more trouble than it should have. Each time, he got a little bit closer, but each time, he could not get up the nerve before he wet himself. To make matters worse, he was falling in the ranks. He had been on top for so long, and then, after a humiliating defeat, Four had fucking surpassed him. Against all odds, he had beaten him in that fight, and he was in second place. Eric had no intention of being second to anyone, but he needed an advantage in the fear landscape if he was going to improve his standing. And it was incredibly hard to get a time advantage over someone with only four fears. Therefore, he could not afford to wait until the end of the scene. He lost too much time that way, and that was not counting the points he would lose due to the simple fact that he didn't really overcome that last fear. He had to get it right this time. He had been sent to a variety of different scenarios. He had been back at his old school, presenting, once, and another time, he had been out with some girl he had had a bit of a crush on before he had grown out of such things. The most recent time, he had been placed right outside a bathroom, with a large crowd blocking the door that he could not even manage to rudely shove aside, much less politely ask to move. This time, he was at his old school again, but this time he was waiting on his turn for the aptitude test. He was so used to the sudden fullness of his bladder, that it did not startle him in the slightest anymore. He crossed his ankles mechanically, as it was just going through the motions for him now. He fidgeted like always, and clenched his fists, resting them on his thighs. This time, he thought. Just say it, and this will all be over. This time. He unclenched one fist and slowly raised his hand, pressing the other first into his lap and grimacing. He was getting incredibly tired of the feeling of his bladder aching like this every time. He began to tap one foot. After a few moments of having his hand raised, the teacher finally took notice of him and said, “Yes, Eric?”“Can I...” As always, he trailed off just before he could say it. Heat rushed to his face as he felt the eyes of all of the other students- who he noticed now were the other transfers- on him. “May I please...” Could he really not do it this time, after all this work? “Any day now, Eric,” the teacher said, saying in exasperation. “May I please go to...” He couldn't say it. Again. He slammed his hand down on his desk, hard, causing the others in the room to jump a bit. “What's wrong with him?” he heard someone whisper. He was so close to losing control already, but knowing that they were paying close attention to him only made it harder for him. He crossed his legs a bit tighter, pressing his fist down harder. “Look at him, I think he's gotta piss or something,” another one said. He sighed in defeat, closing his eyes and letting his hands drop to his side as he felt the first spurt of piss escape him. Soon, he had soaked through his pants and it rolled off the chair, spattering on the floor in steady drops. And then he was back in the Dauntless compound, dry and frustrated at his failure. He had come closer than ever that time, and had really thought he had it. He vowed that this would be the last failure he had. ~X~ The very next day, he was ready to try again. He had coached himself over and over again, reminding himself that he had a lot more riding on this than just overcoming a stupid fear. He had to get an advantage over Four, and this was the only way he was going to do it this late in the game. He went into his landscape with steely determination, once again breezing through as if it were nothing. He noticed that a few of his scenarios had disappeared altogether, having been completely overcome due to having to face them so often. All were so easy for him now, he could almost forget the challenge that lay ahead. But then he was back in the chair, with all the initiates watching. He wondered why he was being given a repeat of the first time when all of the other scenes had been new, but that didn't really matter now. Only one thing did. Just like before, he was not allowed to stand up for such a long time that he could not stand still, and just like before, he felt himself leak as he walked. Just like before, he started to leave the room, and just like before, he was asked where he was going. “Probably gonna puke after that simulation,” said the same Candor transfer as before. And this time, hearing that taunt caused something in him to snap. He didn't know what it was that did it; maybe it was the fact that he had grown to really like that Candor over the course of the initiation, or maybe it was just because he had been mocked by imaginary people one too many times. Either way, this, coupled with the determination he had entered the landscape with, was all he needed to push himself to say, “No, I'm not, I'm just going to take a piss.” And then the initiates were gone, and he was alone, and he had done it. He had finally done it! After many, many fruitless attempts, he had finally forced his way through it, and with quite a bit of ease this time, too. He would certainly pass his final examination with ease now, and he fervently hoped this would be enough to force him back up in the ratings. ~X~ When the day came, he was all confidence, still internally gloating over the fact that he had overcome each and every one of his fears. He was going to blow this out of the water, and then everyone would know, once and for all, who was really on top. There was no doubt in his mind that today would change everything for him. But then he saw how unbelievably quickly Four finished his own fear landscape. Of course, he had the edge of having a lot less to contend with, and sure, they ranked based on more than speed, but Eric knew he had to really impress them to have even the slightest chance of rising. The first option for his final fear was not going to cut it, and he knew. But that meant he would have to do the second option, and that did not seem possible. It was humiliating, to the point that thinking about it made it hard for him to breathe, but he had known from the beginning it was the more brave option, and now that he was faced with this situation, he knew that more bravery could only help him. As he waited his turn, he began envisioning the scene in his head. He ran through every scenario that had been thrown at him during his practice runs and imagined himself letting go of his own free will, in front of everyone. It wasn't as if he hadn't wet himself in the simulation before (even if those times were against his will), but this time, there really would be people watching. No one had actually seen him do that, except for Amar, and he had already taken care of that.* He had to do it, though. He had to find the courage to do something so stupidly impulsive and devil-may-care that it proved him to be more Dauntless than anyone else in his class. He began to channel all the frustration he had felt when he had first managed to overcome it, hoping that he could apply it to this situation too. Before he knew it, it was his turn, and he strode forward with confidence, a cocky smirk on his face. Inside, he was growing more and more calm; he knew he could do this if he just focused on the irritation he had felt being taunted and the irritation he felt whenever he remembered being defeated by Four. He had a few less fears than that first day, but still more than his rival, but he could still breeze through them as if he weren't afraid. It had gotten too easy for him, and he was almost craving the last one, knowing it would be the only one to give him a challenge today, and then he would come out on top, where he belonged. At last, he was in what he knew had to be the last one, because he was again in the original scenario, the only difference being that Amar was no longer the one overseeing his simulation. For whatever reason, it was Four this time, though the dialogue did not change in the slightest, nor did the pain in his bladder or the uncontrollable urge to squirm. But this time, when he was granted permission to get out of the chair, instead of rejoining the other initiates, he gave them an arrogant grin and held his arms out to his sides in a theatrical manner. His head tipped back a bit, he closed his eyes to make his expression look blissful and let out a loud sigh of relief as he began to piss himself completely on purpose. The feeling of the hot liquid running down his leg was not new to him in the slightest by the point, but this time around, it almost felt nice. In fact, the more he thought about it, it always felt nice to empty out like this after feeling so full, but the humiliation and determination to do better the next time had canceled that out for him. This time, however, he was free to enjoy it, until the simulation suddenly ended. The leaders observing him gave him some strange and amused looks, but he merely smirked and shrugged, getting up to give the next person a turn and wait for the results to be posted. It seemed he really had overcome his fear, once and for all. *For those of you who have read the short stories and get this, sorry for being kinda shamelessly dark there. A/N: There was a lot more bullshit character stuff in here than planned, but I'm still pretty happy with it. Bladdershy Eric is my new favorite thing, not gonna lie. Sorry for writing this, I know I'm trash, but this was so much fun for me.
Calista's Condition: Perfect Bladder / Bowel: Full / Mostly Empty Calista's Inventory: Items: Potion of Mend Wounds x2 (Raises Condition by one level) Basic Adventuring Gear (Includes camping supplies, rope, oil for lanterns, bedclothes, rations, etc...) Rolls of Sanitary Papyrus x3 (For when you gotta go...) Equipped: Body: Cotton Doublet / Leather Breastplate Legs: Padded Breeches Hands: Leather Gloves Feet: Padded Greaves Waist: Cloth Overskirt Weapon: Scimitar You stop channeling the aether and your room comes rushing back to you all at once. ”Well, that certainly explains why that Priest feels so anxious, and why he's trying to get people to safety. I wonder if they could use an extra pair of hands.” You slide out of your bed and pull the wool gown over your head and toss it on the mattress. Cool air caresses your naked body. You point your finger at the oil lamp sitting on the table next to your bed and channel a tiny amount of aether. The wick inside the glass bulb flares to life, illuminating your room with a soft, flickering orange glow. THUD THUD THUD The heavy knocks on your door startle you. You instinctively press your thighs together over your exposed womanhood and wrap your arms around your perky breasts. It doesn't do much, but it at least preserves a little modesty. Luckily, it turns out to be unnecessary. The Priest doesn't open the door. “I need a moment,” you call. “I haven't got a moment,” he responds. “Make your way to the common room downstairs as soon as you are able.” “What's going on,” you ask, but he has already moved on. Either that, or he simply doesn't have the inclination to give you an answer. You shrug, and begin donning your armor. For most of your life you've lived and traveled alone, and as such have never had much use for heavy plate or chain mail that requires the help of a squire to equip. Your magic offers protection at least as good as steel, and so you prefer lighter armor and the freedom of movement it affords you. It doesn't take you long to get dressed, and once your gear is equipped you take a moment to examine yourself in the polished bronze that serves as the room's mirror. Your upper body is protected by a tight fitting, cotton doublet. Over that you wear a breastplate of leather, dyed black save for an intricate pattern of criss-crossing red lines along the trim. It fits your upper body snugly, offering as much protection as can be expected from leather and cotton while still showing off the womanly curves of your body. Your breeches fit tight about your legs, and are spun more thickly than your doublet to offer you some protection. The material is a dark color, though not as dark as your breastplate. Leather gloves and greaves protect your hands and feet, respectively. Belted around your waist is an over-skirt, open in the front and the same design as your breastplate. A scimitar hangs and your hip. Underneath it all, you wear simple cotton small-clothes. Your red hair hangs to a few inches above the middle of your back at its longest point and frames a pretty face kept free of scars and blemishes through the application of magic. Satisfied with your appearance, you grab your bag of holding and affix it to your belt, extinguish the oil lamp by blowing into the glass bulb, and exit your room. The hallway outside is the breadth of about two men and is illuminated by a series of pale glowing orbs running its length. One of the Priest's miracles, you assume. Speaking of, you turn and see him stepping away from your nearest neighbor. He sees you, and acknowledges you with a curt nod. “What's going on,” you ask. “I'd like to lend a hand, if I can.” “We would appreciate that,” he says, his voice genuine. “You're a sell-sword, by the looks of you. Honestly, we had counted on encountering a few of you here to help bolster our numbers. Master Gerald had a few staying with him, but most of them fled on their own. May Mykona light their path,” he says with a shake of his head. “In any case, I still have a few rooms to visit. Go to the common room and ask after Brother Elias. He can fill you in, and find the best way to put you to work. I am Brother Roland, by the way.” “I am called Calista,” you reply. “Calista. Thank you again, know that your kindness will not go unnoticed by the Mother of the Sun. I must see to the last of these rooms, I will meet you downstairs.” You part ways with a quick wave, and head toward the stairs. On your way down, you can feel your bladder pressing you to visit a latrine. You feel a slight tightness in your pelvic region as your muscles contract against your body's urge. Your breeches feel a little more snug around your waist, likely due to a barely perceptible bulge in your lower abdomen. Your urge isn't desperate just yet, but you find yourself thinking of the pair of outhouses standing outside behind the inn and that it might be nice to pay them a visit. You reach the bottom of the stairs and make your way into the common room. A handful of people are scattered about the room, sitting at the various tables in small groups and exchanging hushed, nervous whispers. A pair of men, Priests of the Dawn if their tunics are any indication, gently try to comfort a woman swollen with child. One of them might be Brother Elias, or might be able to tell you where to find him. You glance to the back of the room to the door that leads outside, to the outhouses. Who knew when you would get another chance to go? ”Maybe I should deal with that first...” you think. 1. Seek out Brother Elias. 2. Use the outhouses. 3. Other (please specify).
Thanks, guys. I hope everyone is enjoying it. Calista's Condition: Perfect Bladder / Bowel: Full / Mostly Empty You watch the Priest press his full weight against the door, barring entry to whatever was trying to break in. You hear a series of muffled sounds, thunk thunk, and can see the firelight reflecting off rusty arrowheads that suddenly appear in the door. “Godsbedamned!” the Priest growls, retreating from the door instinctively. There is another loud bang, as something slams against the door. The lock breaks and the door flies open. The light spills outside and the flickering orange glow exposes several ghastly creatures. Two of them charge the broken door. They're not quite skeletons, but their mottled gray flesh hangs on their bones like a baggy cloak. It looks ready to slough off at any moment. Their pupil-less eyes meet yours and you can see ill-intent in those milky orbs. Their angry, dead gazes causes your bladder to seize painfully and you instinctively press your thighs together in response. The Priest slams his body against the door in a desperate attempt to close it. Even though the man is clearly strong, he can't hope to hold it against two animated corpses. The second Priest raises from his wounded companion to help, but you can see that he won't make it in time. You take a deep, calming breath and draw the aether into yourself. You use it to push on the door, adding your magical strength to the Priest's physical might. You feel resistance as the undead push back. Lines of determination crease your features. You hold your right hand up, focusing the flow of aether through your palm. The door slams shut with a bang. For a moment, everything is still. You can almost see the undead creatures standing before the shut door, trying to figure out what had overpowered them. Then, you feel their weight against the door and your magic once again. The Priest backs away from the door, protecting himself against further arrow fire and leaving you to hold it on your own. Without his support, you are forced to channel more aether through your body and you can feel the effect it is having on you. The dull ache in your bladder becomes a sharp cramp. Your trousers feel slightly tighter around your waist as your bladder bulges against your stomach. You squeeze your legs together against the stinging sensation you feel in your groin as you struggle to hold back a wave of undead and a wave of urine. Compounding matters, you feel something heavy moving through your bowels. A familiar pressure begins to build in your side, your stomach starts to feel tight and full. Your sphincter clenches involuntarily, and you can't help but hunch forward slightly as an urge to void your bowels makes itself known. To the side of the door, you see another decaying corpse through the broken glass of the window. “The window!” you cry as it moves toward the broken pane. The Priest who had been on the door with you races to the opening, his mace drawn. You hear a dry crunch as the heavy metal ball crashes into the undead's skull. An arrow whistles in the room from the window, grazing the big man's cheek. He growls and spins away from the exposure just as a second arrow whizzes inside the common room. “We must do something about the archers,” you hear a confident voice from the stairwell. You turn just in time to see Roland coming into the common room, his mace clutched in one hand. “I saw them from the second floor. There are only two archers, seven others wielding crude looking axes and swords.” He looks at the limp form hanging over the window sill. “Six, thanks to you Brother Duncan.” You frown. Eight undead versus four Priests and yourself, and you aren't sure if Brother Elias will fight. He doesn't look like a fighting man. The odds didn't seem to be in your favor. “Brothers,” a grizzled old voice comes from your right. You turn to see Master Gerald standing before an open door, a stairwell leads down. As your head swivels away from the door, you realize that the common room has emptied out. Only you, Roland, Duncan, the wounded Priest, the Priest whose name you don't know, and another man, an adventurer like you by the looks of him, remain in the room. And Gerald, of course. “I've taken the guests to the wine cellar. It's crowded, but they should be safe from the fighting. Unless...” He doesn't finish his sentence. Roland gives the man an appreciative nod. “Thank you, Master Gerald. Retire to the cellar with them. We will see to your safety.” His eyes linger on you and the other sell-sword, his expression inviting you to go into hiding with Gerald and the other guests. Neither of you take his offer. “Alright then. I am open to ideas...” Unfortunately, it doesn't seem like you'll have much time for planning. A rusty axe blade slams into the door, cutting a massive gash in the wood. You frown. You can hold the door closed, but no amount of magic will keep it from being turned into splinters. Worse, you hear a loud crash from behind you and the back door shudders on its hinges. They have you in a pincer! The doors serve as natural choke points, a fact that you could use to your advantage. You could conjure up a powerful spell to try to obliterate the undead as they crowd the door. Your aching bladder reminds you that this course of action will likely cost you your dignity. Plus, you might not get the archers outside. Roland had said he'd seen the archers from the second story. Perhaps you could pick them off from above, though that route put your trousers in some jeopardy as well. Of course, you could stand in the common room with your new allies, allow the undead to swarm in and fight them toe-to-toe, though the archers would likely be shooting arrows through the open doors the whole time... 1. Allow the monsters to come in and try to destroy them as they crowd the door. 2. Try to eliminate the archers from the second story, leave the rest to the Priests and the second sell sword. 3. Engage the monsters in melee combat. 4. Other (please specify) Calista's bladder has gone from Full to Desperate Calista's bowel has gone from Mostly Empty to Full
Calista is strictly arcane. I'm not really putting many restrictions on what she can do though, because I want to encourage people to use her magic... for obvious reasons :P. Still, something like a "Turn Undead" is more the realm of the Priests' divine magic ^^. Calista's Condition: Perfect Bladder / Bowel: Desperate / Full “Which room, Roland,” you ask, drawing the Priests' attention as the back door shudders again and the front door threatens to splinter in the face of a second ax strike. Every eye settles on you, the assembly curious to hear your plan. You try not to let your desperation show, but can't keep from squirming and fidgeting. You clench and unclench your thighs and you have to consciously resist the urge to hold yourself with both hands. “Last room down the hall. Why?” He responds. “You four hold the common room, protect the cellar. Stay away from the doors and window so those archers don't make a pincushion out of you. I'm going to go upstairs and see if I can't take out the archers from the second floor.” You're already on the way to the stairs when the Priests and the sell-sword look at each other and nod in acceptance of your plan. “We won't have room to maneuver until those archers have been dealt with. Handle them quickly,” Roland says. You nod, and start up the stairwell as the four remaining men gather to defend the choke points. You take the stairs two at a time. Each step makes you wince, the simple action of walking jostling the ocean in your bladder. You feel a sharp ache in your groin and abdomen. Your urethra seems to twitch, as if in warning that voluntary processes were getting dangerously close to becoming involuntary. You try not to think about facing your new companions after an accident. The best you could hope for would be that they'd be discrete and not mention it. Stress incontinence was common enough on the battlefield, after all. Halfway up the stairwell, with no one to see you, you jam your right hand between your legs and shamelessly hold yourself. Once you reach the landing at the top, you hear a loud crash from downstairs. “FOR MYKONA!” The voices of three Priests of the Dawn reach you on the second floor, invigorating you. They had called upon their goddess and she, it seemed, had seen fit to answer. The sound of battle being joined echoes up the stairwell, prodding you down the hall. You move as quickly as you can, ignoring the sharp pangs in your bladder with each step. You enter the last room, a door on the right side of the hall, and hurry to the window. Sure enough, through the smudged and dirty glass you can see a pair of undead archers standing in the firelight cast from the inn's broken door. Like the ones that had charged the front door before, these are covered in a loose coat of flesh that looks ready to fall off their bones. Worms and other disgusting creatures wriggle in the empty eye sockets of one of the creatures. They stand apart from each other, both with arrows nocked. One has his bow trained on the open door, the other on the window, waiting for a target. Still squeezing your thighs together, you slowly push the window open. The chilly night air washes over you, causing the muscles in your bladder to tighten. “Ugggh...” you groan, trying to ignore your own needs. The sound of battle rings out from below, like a song from the open door. You can hear the shouts of effort from your allies as they fight for their lives. One of the archers looses an arrow, it streaks into the open door and apparently scores a hit, for you hear a cry of pain that could only have come from the living. As the creature prepares a second arrow, you hold both hands outstretched and open palmed. Your right is aimed at the corpse before the door, your left at the one taking aim at the window. You exhale slowly, allowing the latent aether to flow through you, course up your arms and concentrate at a point about six inches from your open palms. You super heat the aether, and two spheres of liquid flame form before your outstretched hands. With a shove, you send the fire bolts blazing through the night toward their targets. A tail of flame follows each one, illuminating the area around the Goblin's Bag Inn for several yards. The first fire bolt finds it's mark, exploding on contact and covering the corpse in liquid fire that clings to what remains of it's skin. Your aim with the second fire bolt is true as well, and you pump your fist victoriously as both archers go down in a burning heap. The sound of battle still rages from the open door. “The archers are gone!” you cry, using just a touch of aether to make your voice carry. The odds were still poor for the Priests and the sell-sword. They had been out-numbered four to six when the battle had started, and there was no telling how badly wounded the man who had taken the arrow might be. They could use your help... but... Your hold over your bladder was tenuous at best, any more powerful spells were likely to be all you could bear. The magic you typically used for defense might be more than you can take. And while you weren't in any danger of filling your trousers, you are still aware of the pressure building in your bowels. Extended combat might put you in an even worse situation than just a wetting. There were no chamber pots in the rooms, but you were desperate... Master Gerals would probably forgive you for going on the floor... if he ever found out you did it. But, could the Priests and sell-sword do without your help while you relieved yourself? 1. Join the battle! 2. Relieve yourself (bladder only, or bladder and bowels). 3. Other (please specify)
Calista's Condition: Perfect Bladder / Bowels: Desperate / Full Your bladder throbs, the pressure against your urethra is almost unbearable. You stand there in the room, grinding your legs together and squeezing yourself with your right hand. You're at your absolute limit, and yet you know you must endure. You can still hear fighting in the common room below you, the sound of weapons crashing together and bodies slamming against each other echoing up to the room from the broken door. As much as you want to spare yourself the humiliation of an accident, lives are simply more important than your trousers or your pride. You grit your teeth, and make your way back out into the hall. In a few moments time, you step back into the common room. Chaos rages about you. Duncan and Roland stand near the front entrance, exchanging blows with a trio of undead. A fourth lay unmoving near their feet. The creatures still fighting shrink away from the Priests every time the stout men move in, and you don't have to channel any aether to feel the presence of magic in this room. ”Mykona is with them...” you realize. Unfortunately, the goddess seems to have abandoned the nameless Priest. He is sprawled out on the ground, an arrow buried deep in his back. His white tunic is stained bright red with fresh blood. It is impossible to tell if he is still alive. Without him, the sell-sword is left to face two of the monsters on his own. Outnumbered two to one, it is obvious where you are most needed. You draw your blade, and join the sell-sword in combat. You step in from his left side just as one of the undead thrusts at his exposed flank. You turn the creature's blade aside with your own, then press your own offense hard, creating some separation between yourself and the sell-sword so that the two of you don't stumble upon each other. Unlike the Priests or the sell-sword, you haven't got much weight to throw around and had always relied on speed, finesse, and clever application of magic to give you an edge in melee combat. Alas, the call of nature makes it difficult for you to take advantage of any of these assets. Your bladder burns like the sun, and you're starting to feel the discomfort in your bowels even through the rush of adrenaline. Your tightly wound muscles prevent you from having an embarrassing accident, but prevent you from fighting with the fluidity and grace that you normally enjoy. As such, your strikes are slow and stiff. Once you've put some distance between yourself and the sell-sword you lunge forward, thrusting the point of your saber at the undead's midsection. The creature turns to the side and your blade passes harmlessly by. It counters by driving the rusty hilt of its sword into your chest. Your armor cushions the blow, but you still feel the impact and the ache it leaves behind. The undead draws its blade back and swings it hard in a diagonal cut. You hop backwards, deftly avoiding the blow. As you separate from the undead, your allies clash with theirs. From the corner of your eye, you see Roland bring the heavy ball of his mace down atop the head of one opponent. The rotted flesh splits open and the skull smashes under the weight of the blow. One of the remaining two undead lands a solid strike across Roland's back with a wooden club. It staggers the man, but he seems able to shrug off the pain. The third ghoul brandishes a dagger at Duncan and receives a solid kick in the chest for its efforts. Pressing his advantage, the Priest feints high with his mace, then comes down low and bashes the creature's right knee. It drops do the ground, it's mouth open in a silent as Duncan rears his mace back and splatters the creature's head all over the floor. You can't see what is happening with the sell-sword, but you hear him cry out in pain. You chance a glance back, and see him stumbling away from his opponent. He clutches his side, and you can see blood staining the links of his chain-mail, dripping down his hand and onto the floor. The rusty tip of the undead's spear is glistens crimson. From the corner of your eye, you can see Duncan hurrying over to the sell-sword's aid. You turn your full attention back to your opponent. The Priests specialized in fighting creatures of undeath, Roland seemed to have things well in hand, and even though the sell-sword was injured, with Duncan's help the creature he was facing would be outnumbered. Perhaps you could fight defensively, and wait for someone to help you. It might help you avoid embarrassing yourself, though with the way your bladder was throbbing and aching that was certainly not a guarantee... 1. Fight aggressively! (Bonus to your combat roll!) 2. Fight defensively! (Bonus to your bladder saving throw!) 3. Try to retreat and leave the last three undead to your allies. 4. Other (please specify) Hell, with the luck you've been having on your saving throws for your bladder, you might come out of this dry after all. Though... I probably just jinxed you.
Calista's Condition: Perfect Bladder / Bowel: Desperate / Full You take a deep, steadying breath and force yourself to ignore the urgency in your bladder. You relax as much as you can, letting your tightly wound muscles loosen. You feel a sharp stab of pain between your legs as your urethra floods, but you focus your attention on the creature of undeath standing before you and not on the needs of your body. The monster makes a move toward you and you explode into action, striking fast and hard like an angry serpent. The undead tries to run you through as you approach, but you caught it mid-step. The attack is unbalanced, slow, and sloppy. You weave to the left, easily avoiding the point of the undead's sword. Your momentum carries you past the monster, and as you dash by you swing your saber in a high, horizontal arc. Powered by your momentum and a touch of magic, your blade strikes the creature's exposed throat and travels all the way through. The creature's head tumbles to the ground with a thump. Your adrenaline begins to abate, and you become aware of a warmth between your legs. Immediately, you know whats happening. <i>”No, no, no...”</i> you think, slamming your thighs together and squeezing for all you're worth. It doesn't do any good. You can feel the warmth expanding as a slow trickle leaks from your bladder, making your small-clothes feel damp against your womanhood. You stand over your fallen foe, your legs grinding together as you wriggle and squirm against nature's call. Your hands clench into tight fists, your knuckles turning white as you try to stem the trickle. You ache for a more complete release. Your urethra stings as urine dribbles out of you. You can feel your muscles relaxing against your will. You stand still, squeezing your legs together with every ounce of strength you can muster, doubling over slightly in exquisite desperation. In the end, you simply cannot hold on any longer. You whimper softly as your body gives in... All at once, the trickle becomes a deluge and you flood your trousers with urine. A high pressure stream of hot liquid pours into your garments. You can feel the small, damp spot on your small-clothes suddenly balloon as the cotton absorbs your accident. Though your trousers are dark, they still show the evidence of your release as your accident seeps through your soggy undergarment. A small, wet stain in the shape of a crescent forms at the front and back of your trousers. Once your small-clothes are soaked all the way through these stains expand rapidly, blossoming across the backside and crotch of your pants like a rose. The insides of your pant legs darken as gravity takes over, forcing the river to run down your legs. You feel it pouring down the insides of your thighs and shins in a thick sheet, flooding your boots and drenching your socks in the process. You can feel rivulets of urine running down the back of your legs as well, tracing dark lines down the back of your trousers. Eventually, the urine soaks all the way though your garment and a stream of liquid gold spills to the hardwood floor beneath you. Droplets twinkle in the firelight as the stream meets the floor, and the sound of heavy rainfall fills the room. At your feet, a yellow puddle widens into a small lake as you urinate all over the ground. Finally, it's all over. For a moment, you can only stand there with your eyes closed basking in sweet, sweet relief. Then, slowly, the sensation fades and you become aware of the warm wetness clinging to your legs. You blush furiously, running your hands down your soaked trousers. The smell of urine stings your nose. To make matters worse, with your bladder no longer clamoring for attention you realize just how badly you need to expel waste from the other end as well. A lead brick sits in your stomach, and you can feel it descending into your rectum. Your sphincter clenches reflexively, and you absently clutch your lower abdomen as uncomfortable knots twist in your sides. You take a deep breath, trying to ignore your bowels so you can rejoin the battle. Except... it is already over. Duncan and the sell-sword have dispatched the creature they were fighting as has Roland, though you notice when he walks he seems to favor his right leg. The silence in the room seems deafening, and your can feel your cheeks grow hot as your allies realize what you've done and awkwardly look away from you. “Brothers!” Brother Elias' voice breaks the silence and Roland knees to see to his companion wounded companion. Roland moves to check on the priest who had been injured before the fighting had started in earnest. “What is it Elias,” Roland asks. “I have finished consecrating the grounds. We should be safe... at least for a time. Long enough to see to our injured companions.” “Wait,” you ask. “You were outside this whole time? With no weapons?” “Yes,” he nods. “When it became obvious that the ghouls were going to breech the doors, I sneaked out and kept to the shadows until it was safe. I assume it was you who dealt with the archers? Thank you for that. Anyway, once it was safe to move about outside the building, I surrounded it with water blessed by the Mykona herself. I didn't have much, so... it is a small circle of warding. But, the inn should have enough room for us to see to injuries.” “H-How small a circle,” you ask. “Does... does it include the outhouses.” “I'm afraid not,” he replies, and his cheeks flush as he looks at your trousers and seems to have just realized what happened. “If I may, Miss... Dupray was it?... it seems rather too late for that.” You meet his gaze for a moment, giving him a pointed look. His eyes widen as he makes the connection. “Oh! Oh, I see. Well, I am afraid that you won't find much privacy outside. Anyone could see you just from poking their head out the door. Perhaps Mater Gerald has somewhere you can, uh, tend to your business in private? I... I will fetch him!” he says, and you can see that he is eager to escape the awkward conversion. Which is just as well... so are you. It did leave the question of what to do about... well... finishing relieving yourself. You had to go pretty badly, but the danger seems to have passed for now. You didn't feel like you were in any immediate danger of messing yourself, but you had used a good amount of magic. Your body was likely still processing it all, things could get much more urgent very quickly. Of course, there were injured allies to see to as well. Maybe you could help with that, at least until you could speak with Master Gerald. 1. See what you can do to help Roland. 2. See what you can do to help Duncan. 3. See what you can do for the sell-sword. 4. Go upstairs, go in an empty room, and relieve yourself. 5. It's probably safe. Just use the outhouse. 6. Other (please specify) Calista's Bladder has gone from Desperate to Empty Calista's Bowel has gone from Full to Desperate
Calista's Condition: Perfect Bladder / Bowel: Empty / Desperate You walk out of the puddle you'd created, frowning at the soggy squishing noise that accompanies each step and at the way your pant legs cling to your body. You can feel the pressure in your stomach building, the weight of the mass in your bowels pressing heavily against your sphincter. You ignore the call of nature for now. Elias is helping guests out of the cellar, you would have an opportunity to ask Master Gerald if he had a chamberpot or something you could use in just a few seconds. You could hold it until then, you really didn't want to befoul one of the rooms if you could avoid it. As Elias helps the guests, Roland and Duncan see to the wounded Priests, and you watch the wounded sell-sword slump into a chair. He winces as he sits, and clutches his bleeding side. You decided to see what you can do to help him. He looks as if he needs it, and it will help you take your mind off what your body needs to do. “You should let me help you with that,” you say as you approach, nodding toward his bleeding side. He glances up and smiles at you and you get a good look at him for the first time. He isn't as broad in the shoulders as the Priests, but he is still broader than an average man. Not surprising, given his apparent profession. He looks to be about your age, clean shaven with short black hair. His brow is creased with pain, but even through that there is a friendliness in his blue eyes. The large sword he had been using in combat leans against the table he is sitting at. “Going to close my wound with some magic, spell-caster,” he asks. He has a good natured tone, though you can hear the pain in his voice. “Calista,” you respond, and absently massage your stomach at the thought of invoking more magic. “And arcane magic is a little... lacking when it comes to healing. I could ease the pain, though that will do little good if you bleed to death. I have some bandages. If you remove your armor, I can dress your wounds.” “Calista, then. I am Lucius, and I thank you for your help.” He nods at you, then rises from his seat. He manages to remove his mail shirt without your aid, then he hefts his gambeson up, exposing a firm stomach. An angry red stab wound in his right sight weeps blood. Fortunately, it doesn't look deep but you know from experience that even shallow stabs can hurt like the deepest hells. You pull your bandages from your pack, as well as a clean cloth and small vial of fluid that would clean the wound and prevent it from rotting. “This will burn,” you warn, then dampen the cloth with the fluid and press it to his wound. He bites his lower lip, but to his credit he doesn't cry out. When you feel that the wound has been cleaned, you turn your attention toward dressing it. “First time facing the undead,” he asks. “What makes you think that,” you ask. “Ah... well...” he suddenly seems uncomfortable, as if he regrets the line of questioning. “Your pants...” You feel your face growing hot as the blood rushes to your cheeks. “You don't need to be ashamed,” he interjects. “I've seen grizzled old goats and strong young men do worse in their armor when facing undeath for the first time.” “It wasn't the undead. It was my magic,” you explain. “Using it makes me... need to relieve myself.” “Oh. I... always thought that using magic just wore you out.” “That is true for most spell-casters. Others experience the side-effects of channeling aether differently.” Your stomach issues a muffled gurgling noise, as if to remind you that you hadn't finished suffering the side-effects of your latest round of spell-casting. “Well, that seems like it would be rather annoying,” he responds. You shrug. “I have to admit, there are advantages. There are stories of spell-casters sleeping for days after heavy casting, or simply passing out in the heat of battle. I don't have to worry about that at least. Anyway, you speak as if you have a lot of experience fighting the undead.” He laughs. “More than most, I would wager. I have been in Dawnswall for most of my life. You know they call this place 'the city Mykona built'?” You shake your head. “Mykona sees undead as an abomination, and with the Priests of the Dawn watching over the city you would think that necromancers would be smart enough not to try any of their tricks here. But... it seems like the Priests are always putting out jobs for help with some small gathering of undead. Maybe it's just small-time necromancers trying to make a name for themselves. Usually, their efforts get them separated from their heads.” “So... this is normal,” you ask, pulling the bandages tight. “This? You mean undead running free in the streets? No. Gods no. Usually it's a lone necromancer with five or six skeletons with bones so rotten they barely hold together in a stiff breeze. This... whatever this is, it's different.” Before you can ask anything else, you feel a tap on your shoulder. Master Gerald stands before you, looking a little uncomfortable. “Uh, Brother Elias said you needed... he said that you had a problem. I believe I have something that can help. If you'll follow me to the pantry...” You turn toward Lucius. He was probably still in some pain. You could help with that. It wouldn't take too long. He must have recognized the conflict in your expression, because he waves you away. “Go see to your problem. Though, I would appreciate it if you could come back and keep me company when you're finished. Also, I could use some of that pain killing magic you talked about...” 1. Follow Gerald to the pantry for relief. 2. Use magic to help Lucius' pain. (Please specify 2a or 2b) 2a. Follow Gerald afterward. 2b. Remain with Lucius afterward. (Choose a topic of conversation) 3. Give Lucius one of your potions. (Please specify 3a or 3b) 3a. Follow Gerald afterward. 3b. Remain with Lucius afterward. (Choose a topic of conversation) 4. Tell Gerald you are fine now and speak with Lucius. 5. Other (please specify) Possible topics with Lucius: What brought him to the Goblin's Bag Inn. What does he know about whats going on. Other (please specify)
I have to admit, I'm surprised by the number of people trying to make Calista have another accident xD. Calista's Condition: Perfect Bladder / Bowels: Empty / Desperate “I... I'm fine, Master Gerald. The Priests are busy and someone should see to Lucius' wounds,” you say. The old innkeeper raises an eyebrow at you. “Are you sure? Brother Elias said it seemed urgent. By the looks of things, I would say he was right,” he replies. The old man is no doubt referring to the fact that you can barely stand still. Your weight shifts from one foot to the other, the subtle motion causing your hips to sway a little in what can only be described as a childish potty dance. “There is little point in embarrassing yourself further, wouldn't you agree?” You feel your cheeks grow hot as blood rushes to you face. “I'm fine. It's really nothing,” you insist. Gerald's eyes linger on you, narrowing as they scrutinize you. At last, he shrugs. “As you wish,” he says, then makes his way to the hearth. You turn your attention back to Lucius. “Here,” you say, producing one of your minor potions and handing the bottle to him. A viscous, red fluid sloshes around in the glass vial. It has the consistency of blood and, as you know from experience, even has a similar coppery flavor. “Uh, thank you Calista.” Lucius takes the proffered potion. “Are you sure? These are expensive,” he asks. You nod. “Absolutely. This will dull the pain longer than my magic could, and help the healing process along. I have a feeling...” you pause, clenching your sphincter tight as the mass within your bowels descends another inch, “...a f-feeling we're going to need everyone at their best. You said attacks of undead like this weren't common... any idea what, specifically, is going on?” The sell-sword shrugs as he pops the cork on the potion you'd given him and downs the fluid inside. He makes a face like that of a child taking his medicine, then offers you an absent shrug. “Probably no more of an idea than you.” “Really? C'mon, Lucius. You said you've been here most of your life, right? If you've been a sell-sword this whole time you must have connections or something. No...” you wince as your bowels shift again, “... n-no idea what might be going on? Why this might be different from the typical undead attack?” He rubs his chin thoughtfully for a moment. “Well... there is supposed to be an envoy from Lothyand Castle staying in town for the next few nights,” he responds. “Some important members of the King's court were supposed to be in town. Magistrates and cardinals... they've already been to Candle's Keep up North, and rumor is they're heading South to Port Gold after this.” “Any idea what they're doing? Lucius shrugs. The motion causes lines of discomfort to crease his handsome features. The potion still hasn't quite kicked in, it seems. “Not really. Envoys from the castle don't usually hire people like me. They come with their own small army.” “Do you think someone is trying to make a statement? Trying to kill the envoy,” you ask. “Maybe. I mean... I guess if someone were trying to make a name for themselves killing an envoy from Lothyand Castle with an army of undead right in Mykona's favorite city would be a good way to do it. Probably why we only got four War-Priests and Brother Elias. The bulk of the Priests of the Dawn are probably seeing to the envoy. Not that they'd need to. Least, if the whispers I've heard are true.” “What whispers,” you ask. He glaces around, then leans in close as if about to share some great secret with you. “Well, and keep in mind this is just hearsay, but I heard they're traveling with a couple of Immortals. Usually, even rumors of Immortals is enough to scare off any assassins. Except the really determined ones. Or the idiots. I just don't see someone risking taking on an Immortal just to make a name for themselves.” You bite your lower lip. The Immortals. It was difficult to have a conversation about Lothyand outside of the kingdom's borders without the mysterious group coming up. Everyone on Raylia knew of the Immortals, but no one knew anything about them. You can't think of two stories you've heard about them that agree on all counts. According to the Kingdom of Lothyand, the Immortals are a highly trained, highly specialized unit charged with guarding the royal family. You've met people who accept the public explanation. Others think the Immortals secretly run the Kingdom from the shadows, some believe they're shades from some other, hellish plane of existence. Still others believe they don't exist at all. Very few people claim to have seen them, and those who do present conflicting accounts of what they'd seen. Some claim that where their heads should be is nothing but a ball of darkness, sucking in the light around it. Others claim they have no heads at all. Some say their skin is made of iron, some say that they are merely covered in scales. Everyone seems to agree that in place of one hand they have a giant, razor sharp blade. The only other thing everyone agrees on is that they are incredibly powerful spell-casters, and nearly indestructible in battle. The rumor was that a single Immortal was worth three hundred men... that a group of them could safely challenge the Divine. You have never been sure what to think of the rumors. The possibility of encountering one fills you with a sense of excitement and dread. These strong emotions cause your bowels to cramp again, and with the adrenaline of combat no longer flowing through you, each pang of discomfort feels sharper and more urgent than the last. You double over slightly, clutching at your abdomen as something massive descends toward your rectum. Your anus quivers against the weight pressing down on it, threatening to open quite regardless of your will. You feel like nature might force you to void at any moment... “Listen, Calista...” Lucius says. “I can't thank you enough for your company, and for the potion. You've done me a kindness, and I mean to repay you. I think I can start that now. You are clearly... not finished addressing the side-effects of your magic. I don't want to see you further embarrass yourself in front of all these people, especially not on my account.” He stands up, and a brief grimace appears on his features but the potion seems to be doing its work. “I am going to step outside and relieve myself of the ale I had before bed. Why don't you see Master Gerald about... your problem. Come find me once you've finished if you want to keep talking. I rather enjoy your company.” Before you can stop him, he makes his way toward the back door. You frown at his back. You wished you cared so little about other people seeing you that you could just drop trow and urinate (or defecate, as the case is now) where anyone might see you. ”Of course, there isn't anything actually stopping me from doing that but myself...” you think. Master Gerald seemed to have a solution for you, maybe you should take Lucius' advice and see what he has in mind. You see him moving back and forth between the common room and the pantry. He seems to be trying to throw a quick meal together before everyone sets off. A woman moves about behind the bar, preparing the wines and ales for serving. Of course, there were still injured people who could use your attention. Duncan leans over a fallen Priest, holding a bloodstained towel to his wound. Elias tends the other fallen Priest. It didn't seem as if Mykona was answering their prayers at the moment, forcing them to tend to the wounds manually. Then, there was the woman who had been wounded when the fighting started. Her arm was in a sling, courtesy of Elias no doubt, but... maybe there was something more you could do for her? Roland stands in the middle of the room, a serious expression on his face. Something seems to be on his mind... 1. Follow Lucius outside and relieve yourself. 2. See what Master Gerald had in mind. 3. See if you can help Duncan. 4. See if you can help Elias. 5. See if you can help the injured woman. 6. See what is on Roland's mind. 7. Other (please specify) Potion of Mend Wounds x1 has been removed from Calista's inventory. Calista's Bladder has gone from Empty to Mostly Empty It's a little early, since she isn't Losing It! yet (though she's very close) but I'm going to go ahead and start doing saves on Calista's bowels. The general consensus seems to be to get her to have an accident anyway :P Edit: Corrected some formatting mistakes. Edited June 11, 2015 by Poowrite (see edit history)
Calista's Consition: Perfect Bladder / Bowels: Mostly Empty / Losing It! You shake your head at the rusty old cauldron. Gerald's suggestion does not appeal to you. This is far to public a venue, especially with the staff on hand coming in and out of the pantry. Plus, it would leave you with the unpleasant task of cleaning up after yourself. You entertain the idea of carrying the cauldron upstairs. The rooms are empty and it doesn't seem likely that anyone would be going up there any time soon. You could even just go into your room and lock the door behind you. It's an appealing idea, but ultimately one that you reject. The cauldron looks heavy, and while your physically demanding lifestyle kept you fit and strong the exertion required to lift the object might be more than your quivering anus can bear. Besides, you would still have to deal with your leavings afterward. You didn't have much in the way of remaining options. You could go outside, but that would expose you even more than going in the pantry. That left just one option... the outhouses. Squeezing your sphincter with every ounce of strength you can muster, you dart back towards the common room. You ignore the curious glances you get from the handful of people who see you walking stiffly but quickly toward the back door. “Calista!” Lucius gasps as you push past him, though fortunately he doesn't stop you. You can hear the sound of water hitting the ground as he finishes emptying his bladder. You rush into the outhouse, closing the rickety old door behind you. Moonlight streams in through gaps in the old planks that make up the stall's four walls, the pale glow illuminating a rectangular box at the back of the small room. A circular hole is cut in the top of the box. The rough seating would no doubt be uncomfortable against your backside, but considerably more comfortable than a pile of mess against your backside. You unconsciously channel aether to help shield yourself from the odor common to such structures... in spite of your situation it is difficult for you to break this habit. You squirm before the seat, loosening your trousers about your waist. The moment you are able, you force them and your soggy small-clothes down past your knees. You yank your overskirt out of the way and climb up onto the wooden box, positioning yourself over the hole. You feel the tremendous weight in your rectum bearing down on your tightly closed sphincter. You relax, granting the contents of your bowels freedom. A thick log the consistency of wet clay pushes its way out from between your cheeks. A soft, muffled crackling noise fills the cramped room as you begin to expel. You feel it pouring smoothing from the canyon that runs down the center of your shapely bottom. Your anus is forced to open wide to accommodate the large snake uncoiling into the pit beneath you, but the smooth and malleable consistency of the mess allows you to pass it quite comfortably. The ring of your anus tightens, pinching off the load and allowing it to drop into the pit beneath you with a swampy splat. You try to ignore the sound of flies buzzing about underneath you, try to ignore the sensation of their little legs tickling your bare bottom as they land there. With the initial emergency over, you allow yourself to stretch out with your magic, searching for signs of danger. You cannot detect anything outside. You feel your stomach tighten again, and this time you simply allow nature to run its course. You breathe a sigh of relief as a second log emerges and the pressure in your stomach abates. Softer and thinner, it spills out of you more quickly than the first. It breaks off under its own weight several times, plopping into the foul muck beneath you. Finally relieved of the load in your stomach, you set about the unpleasant task of cleaning yourself up. A small bucket with large leaves, perhaps gathered from one of the nearby public gardens, sits at your feet. You use a few of the soft plants to wipe the mess away from your bottom. Then, you use a touch of your magic to draw moisture out of the air. You use this to wipe down your thighs and legs, hoping to prevent a rash from developing after your wetting. Finally, you use a handful of sanitary paper from your inventory to try to dry your small-clothes and trousers as much as possible. Once you're finished, you step out of the stall and into the night. Lucius stands outside the inn, outside the circle of warding but a respectable distance away from the small shack you're emerging from. His hand is on the hilt of his sword, but he seems to relax when he sees you step out. He had decided to stand guard for you, it seems. “Not fond of Gerald's suggestion, eh,” he asks as you approach him. “Not especially,” you confirm. “Thank you for standing watch.” He shrugs. “Best we all watch each others backs. Did you... uh... you know...” “I made it,” you say, feeling yourself blush. “Come on. Our night is just beginning, I suspect.” The two of you enter the inn. Inside, Gerald is passing out ale and bowls of soup, his staff helping. Roland, Duncan, and Elais are gathered around a table. Elias' map, or at least that is what you assume it is, is spread out across the surface. They watch you and Lucius enter and wave you over. You and the sell-sword exchange a glance, then join the Priests at the table. “Are your brothers okay,” you ask. “Grievously wounded, I am afraid,” Roland replies. “We have done what we can for them, but...” he shakes his head. “I must confess, I did not expect to suffer losses this night. I find myself without the aid of two of my brothers. Elias is not a fighting man, and Duncan and I cannot protect so many on the journey to Temple Dawn. Even with your aid making up for their loss, we cannot move Brothers Renaux or Fairfax in their condition.” “So... we hold up here,” you suggest. “Isn't there a circle of warding around the inn? Won't that keep us safe?” “For a while,” Lucius interjects. “As long as nothing worse than something like those ghouls from before attack. If we get a ghast or a lich then a warding circle cast by a single Priest of the Dawn won't last long. No offense, Brother Elias.” “None taken,” the kindly Priest responds. “You are quite right, after all.” “We can hold this location for a time,” Roland confirms, “but we need to reach Temple Dawn. The wards there are cast and maintained by the High Priests and Cardinals, and the bulk of our forces will be gathered there. However, as I said we cannot move our brothers.” “Not without a gurney of some kind,” Elias continues. He pokes his map. “About a mile and a half east of here is a stable owned by the Priests of the Dawn. Assuming it hasn't been burned to the ground by the undead, we should be able to find a cart there as well as the horses to pull it.” Gerald steps in with a few bowls of steaming stew. He sits them on the table, including one in front of you. Chunks of beef, bread and various vegetables swim in a thick, brown broth. A serving girl places a pitcher of ale and a few empty flagons on the table. “Better eat now,” Gerald says. “Can't be sure when you're gonna get another chance.” “Thank you, Master Gerald,” Elias says. The smell of the stew wafts up to your nose. It smells good, and the Goblin's Bag Inn has good ale. Your stomach rumbles a little. Maybe it would be best to eat and drink something while you had a chance. “So,” Lucius says, picking up the previous conversation. “You want me and Calista to go fetch a horse and cart?” “We would do it ourselves,” Roland says. “But, we need to stay here. With all due respect, we are better suited to defend these defenseless people against undead. The Priests of the Dawn would be indebted to you.” “Better suited ta' defend 'gainst anything if she's gonna piss herself at t' first sign o' danger,” the Priest named Duncan mumbles. “Brother Duncan, you will not disrespect these people who have already risked so much to help us,” Roland says, his voice calm but you can sense the reprimand in his tone. “My apologies, Calista. Brother Duncan is a powerful ally in battle, but his social graces leave much to be desired.” Duncan rolls his eyes at being scolded, you feel your cheeks growing warm at his remark but you don't say anything in response. “Well, what do you say Calista? Shall we go fetch a few horses,” Lucius asks. “It won't be easy. I know the stables they're talking about. We'll have to cross pretty close to a bone-yard to get there. I could really use some of that spell-casting of yours to help keep me safe...” Please choose one of 1-4 and one of a-b 1. Agree to go with Lucius and fetch the horse and cart. 2. Ask for one of the Priests to come instead. (Please specify which of the three). 3. Insist on holding up in the inn. 4. Other (Please specify) a. Eat the stew and drink the ale. (Bonus to most rolls, bladder and bowels fill faster). b. Do not eat or drink. (No bonus or penalty). Calista's Bowels have gone from Losing It! to Empty.
I apologize for the lengthy delay! Videa gaems have been consuming my time lately! Calista's Condition: Perfect Bladder / Bowel: Mostly Empty / Empty “So, what kind of jobs do you usually take around here,” you ask Lucius, passing the time as the two of you wend your way through the shadows. Your eyes having mostly adjusted to the poor lighting conditions, you can see him offer an absent shrug. “Whatever is paying, really,” he says. “Mostly escorts, I suppose. Dawnswall is like the center of a wheel, with spokes going out to major cities and ports in Lothyand so you can always find some caravan or wagon owner looking to bring on an extra hand. You'll wanna avoid the Dwarves heading South to Port Gold, though. Tightfisted buncha bastards, every last one. The Priests typically pay pretty good, especially for necromancer or undead hunts. And they're known for looking out for anyone who helps them. If you survive the night and decide to stay in Dawnswall, you'll always be able to find work with the Priests.” “You do a lot of work for them,” you ask. “I suppose I do,” he says. “Got my first job workin' for them, actually.” “Killing undead?” “Nah. Mom was one of their acolytes. Every few months they'd send her and a few others up North to the Stoneforge Mountains. I was a pretty big boy, knew my way around a sword, and Myknoa knows I wasn't going to have a career as a scholar or anything, so she used her weight with the Priests to get me on with the guards. I wasn't much more than a mule for most of the trip. You know, carrying some Priest's gear for him. But, we did get attacked by wild wargs. Got my first taste of battle and thought to myself, 'Lucius, you could make a living doing this'. My first experience with the undead came about two years later. Some minor necromancer calling up rotten old bones and using them to assault and rob people after dark. No deaths, just robberies.” In the pale light of the moon, you can make out a smile creasing his lips. “I was working with a hard-assed woman named Lesandra Kyru. Deadly as a serpent with her spear, and one of the most serious human beings I have ever met. The Priests helped us track the source of the necromancy to an abandoned building in the South district. We made short work of the skeletons, and found the necromancer to be little more than a small boy. No more than thirteen summers, I'd say, who had been making a misguided attempt to care for himself and his small sister. Our orders were to kill the necromancer, of course, but upon seeing him I suggested we take them to the Priests. The Priests of the Dawn don't typically suffer a necromancer to live, but I thought given the boy's situation they might make an exception. Lesandra was having none of it, though. Orders were orders to that woman. She chased after the boy, and I after her. We went down into the old building's cellar, where Lesandra discovered that this boy's talent for illusionary magic was far greater than his talent for necromancy. We reached the cellar behind him and were immediately confronted with the visage of a Lich. Have you ever seen one?” You shake your head. “They are the stuff of nightmares. I don't know how the child knew what they looked like, perhaps he saw it in a book. But when Lesandra found herself staring into those soulless black pits she where the creature's eyes should have been... well, let us just say she did not need overuse of magic to cause her bladder or bowels to fail.” You smile at him, sensing that he was still trying to cheer you up about your accident... especially after Duncan's unkind remarks. “What happened to the child and his sister,” you ask. “Well, soiling her armor took the fight out of Lesandra and the boy wasn't able to maintain such a realistic illusion for long. Once it faded and I realized it posed no real threat, I was able to subdue the boy. In the end, I got my way. We brought them to the Priests. There were unfair punishments for his crimes, I am sure, but at least they didn't execute him. Last I heard he had repented and was serving the Priests of the Dawn in Port Gold. Witnessing to sailors from foreign lands or the like.” “What would you have done if the Priests had wanted to execute him?” You watch the moonlight dance over Lucius' features as he considers this question. He never gives you an answer. “Ah, here we are,” he says, stopping. “Here? Where,” you ask. “Our way of avoiding the cemetery blocking our way, if you're up for it.” He taps his foot on the ground, and you look down to see what looks like a metal lid in the road. “Dawnswall is built atop several underground streams. They supply the city with fresh water for drinking and bathing, and a few of the streams that flow away from the city take waste and garbage with them. It's a bit of a maze down there, but if you're familiar with the layout you can get from one place to another quickly and safely beneath the streets.” “Oh, and I suppose you're familiar with the layout,” you ask. “No, but I have this.” He smiles, withdrawing a folded sheet of paper. “A map of the caverns. There is another entrance just like this one near our destination. If we wanted to avoid the cemetery, we might be able to use this. Though, we would need your magic to light the way. I've a flint and steel, but nothing to use as a torch...” 1. Try to reach your destination through the underground caverns. 2. Stick to the streets and deal with the undead. 3. Other (Please Specify)
Calista's Condition: Perfect Bladder / Bowels: Desperate / Full “It may be safer, but we need to think about what she wants. And she wants to go to her Uncle's,” you say, sensing this through the link you're sharing with the girl. “If we take her to the church, she'll be a handful for the Priests. Plus, I think her family needs to know what has happened here. We should bring her to her Uncle, then maybe we can convince him to find the nearest church,” you suggest. Lucius nods. “Fair enough. Myra, can you lead us to your Uncle's house,” he asks. The girl seems a little apprehensive as the big man looks down at her, but she offers him a nod. “It... it isn't far from here,” she answers. “But... my parents...” You feel tears stinging your eyes as she begins to cry again. “We'll send someone for them as soon as we can,” you promise. “But first, we need you to be safe. I think that's what they would want, don't you?” Mira nods, then points to the North side of the square. “We need to go that way,” she says. You nod, take her hand, then straighten up. You feel a sharp ache in your bladder and a tingling burn between your legs as the sudden shift in your posture causes the contents of your bladder to slosh around. You feel a burning sensation as your urethra floods. You can't stifle a gasp as you press your thighs together. Your body tenses up as you fight the urge to flood your trousers again. “Calista...” Lucius asks. “I'm fine,” you insist. Your muscles loosen as the urge passes. You're no longer in immediate danger of wetting yourself, but you can still feel an urgent pressure between your legs. Your pants feel snug about your waist thanks to your bulging bladder, and underneath all of that you can feel your bowels shifting around as well. “Too much to drink before we left the Goblin's Bag and too much magic after is all.” Too much to eat too, you think as the dull ache of a full bowel lingers just behind the sharp, burning sensation of needing to pee so badly. You don't mention that though. It's an unflattering topic, after all. “Ah. Do you need to... uh...” “I... think I can hold it until we get Myra to her Uncle's. I'm sure he won't mind letting me use his chamber pot.” Lucius doesn't look convinced. He regards you with a frown, and you have no doubt that he is recalling the way you soaked your pants and nearly filled them back at the inn. But, he seems willing to trust that you can hold it and so the three of you start off. As you leave the square, buildings crowd in around you. They cast long, deep shadows that seem to eliminate the scant light of the moon. You're still calming Myra, and through that link you can feel her fear building as darkness enshrouds her. It affects you as well, causing you to stare into the blackness with squinted eyes in an attempt to find some beast lurking just beyond your vision and to snap your head around at every perceived motion. “What kind of potions does your Uncle make, Myra,” you ask, forcing the girl and yourself to focus on something else. “Um, all kinds I guess,” she says bashfully. “He says the P-Priests mostly w-want purified water so they can make it holy. I d-don't know why they don't just go get water from the wells though,” she responds. “It needs to be pure to be blessed,” Lucius explains. “Or rather, pure water works better than what comes from the wells or the rivers. Most of the large Temples in town have distillers that do nothing but purify water for blessing. And it's still not enough, so they put out commissions to apothecaries. Your uncle must be very talented if the Priests hire him on a regular basis.” Mira nods. “L-Last month I had a tummy ache, so Uncle Peter made a potion that made me feel better. Did that... t-thing hurt you, Miss? Uncle Peter will give you a potion if you need one...” “Not me,” you respond, smiling in thanks. “But some... friends of mine were hurt earlier tonight. We would appreciate any help your Uncle could give us.” You see Lucius nod his agreement. “I'm sure he'll help you. I... I know he will,” she says. “Grandfather, too. He lives with my uncle. He used to be a Priest. But he's too old to fight anymore. I'm sure he'll help if he can. I... I even bet you two could stay with us. If you wanted.” You shake your head. “We can't do that, Myra. Lucius and I have a mission, and if we don't complete it an inn full of people could really get hurt.” “Or die...” she responds, hanging her head. “Myra,” Lucius says. “Did you see anything else before we met up with you? Any other monsters like the one Calista and I fought?” You feel a spike of fear from the girl, Lucius' question apparently striking a nerve for her. “I... I thought... I saw a man,” she starts. “H-He was tall... and... he didn't have a shirt on. B-But... he... his body t-twinkled. Like stars. He... he was wearing s-something on his head. Something black. I only saw him for a s-second. Father told me it must have been my imagination, but... but... I'm sure I saw something...” You share a confused look with Lucius, who can only shrug at the girl's account. Soon, necessity silences your conversation as you come upon another open square. You hide in a long shadow and peer into the square. Twelve corpses shamble aimless across the cobblestones. These wield no weapons like the ghouls you've already encountered, and seem more fragile. But their numbers are a concern. Outnumbered six-to-one, the odds would not favor you. Especially since there is Myra to think about. Not to mention nature's call distracting you, and your urge getting worse alarmingly fast as your body processes the aether you've burned. “U-Uncle Peter's house is on the other side of this square,” Myra pouts. “H-How are we going to get past?” “Feel up to another fight, Calista,” Lucius asks. You look around for other options. “What about cutting through this alley,” you ask. There is a dark alleyway between two buildings. It runs parallel to the square, and with luck there would be an elbow at the other end that would let you bypass the square completely. The shadows stretch long and dark, limiting your visibility. You can feel Myra's fear as she stares into the darkness. There could be anything down that alley. Or nothing at all. “Well, the city is laid out mostly like a grid. So, chances are we could skirt the square...” his sentence hangs, and you don't need him to finish it. ”There's no telling if we'll run into something even worse in those shadows though,” is what his unfinished sentence says. Still, he looks to you for guidance. Knowing that he has so much confidence in you makes you smile. ”No, all I have to do is prove myself worthy of that confidence...” 1. I'd prefer a straight fight to all this sneaking around. 2. Stick to the shadows. 3. Other.
Calista's Condition: Perfect Bladder / Bowels: Desperate / Full In spite of the urgent nature of your decision, you take a moment to reflect on how funny a thing fear is. Though the twelve zombies represent a clear and present danger, and a real threat to your well-being, you find yourself more at ease with the idea of facing them than facing possible unknown horrors lurking in the shadows. Part of this, you know, has to do with the link you're still sharing with Myra. A link that you'll likely have to break, at least temporarily, in order to dispose of the shambling corpses. Plus, it isn't as if there aren't good reasons to eliminate the monsters. They pose a threat to the people of Dawnswall, and you aren't sure you could forgive yourself if someone was killed because you failed to act. You take solace in this, telling yourself that your reasons for fighting the zombies are altruistic, and have nothing to do with the cold sense of dread you feel in your stomach when you peer into the shadows between the buildings. “We'll deal with the zombies,” you say. “We can't risk that someone else will wander into this square and get killed because we didn't take them out when we had the chance.” “Calista. Are you sure you, uh, don't need to take care of something first...” Lucius asks. You feel your cheeks grow warm. You had been trying to downplay how badly you needed to empty your bladder, but had started squirming as you deliberated about the nature of fear. Only now that Lucius has pointed it out do you realize that your shapely thighs are squeezed tightly together and that you're shifting your weight from one foot to the other. You force yourself to stop the childish “potty dance”, but keep your legs pressed together. You really do need to pee badly. You can feel the leaden weight of your bladder low in your abdomen, and a sharp pressure between your legs. Every little motion results in a cramping sensation, and an urge to simply let nature run its course. Then, there is the distinct bloaty feeling higher up in your stomach, and the tightness in your sides indicative of an urge to move your bowels. Your bladder is definitely the more pressing concern at the moment, but you know from experience how quickly the discomfort in your stomach could become an unbearable urge. Due to the nature of your magical talents, you had grown more accustom than most to fighting while needing to answer nature's call. But, knowingly going into battle with such a distraction was an unnecessary handicap. And wetting or messing yourself in the middle of combat would be just as distracting and just as much of a handicap. Lucius was right, it was best for you to deal with this before engaging the zombies. You sigh. “Yeah, I probably should take of that while I have a chance.” Lucius nods. “Alright. Uh, if you go a little ways into the alley you should have a little privacy. I'll keep an eye on Myra in the meantime.” You thank Lucius, and make your way toward the darkness between the buildings. What happens next is really not Myra's fault. After all, she doesn't have the years of experience telling her to use the hushed voices you and Lucius are using. And even with you taking some of her fear upon yourself, she's still just a child. You feel a spike of panic as you near the shadows, then feel something tug at your overskirt. “No! Don't go... t-there might be something h-hiding in there...” she warns in a voice that is just a little too loud. “Shit. Calista, you're going to have to wait. They heard her,” Lucius warns. You turn to see that all twelve zombies have started shambling towards you, arms outstretched and milky, pupil-less eyes staring ahead. A mournful, hungry wail rises up in the square, echoing off the walls of the building and hanging eerily in the air. “I'm sorry! I didn't mean...” Myra gushes. You put a hand on her shoulder and offer her a smile. “It's okay, Myra. We were going to fight them anyway, so no harm done, right? Listen, I've been helping you stay strong ever since we met but I need to focus on fighting now. I can't help you, but I need you to stay as calm and quiet as you can. Can you do that,” you ask. You see the unease in Myra's expression, but can feel her resolve when she offers you a single nod. You squeeze her shoulder reassuringly, then sever the link you'd been sharing with her. All at once, the childlike fear that has permeated your thoughts evaporates. The shadows seem to recede, the terror of the unknown giving way to the courage and confidence that you've earned over the years. You stand a bit taller as you step forward, taking in the battlefield with a tactical eye. You can see that this square is much narrower than the last, and many of the zombies are grouped together in clusters of three or four. You step forward again, defiant against the advancing horde. Your skin tingles as you pull aether into yourself, directing the latent power to a point just beyond the palm of your right hand. A red-orange glow illuminates the night as a ball of fire ignites in your hand. It inflates as you pour more aether into it, fueling the magic with no regard for what it might mean for your trousers. Your fireball reaches about a foot in diameter, the flames comprising it swirling as they preform a mesmerizing dance. It almost seems eager to destroy, and with the zombies drawing ever closer you are happy to comply. You throw the fireball, and it streaks through the night burning a trail of fire in midair behind it. It hits the center zombie in a cluster of four squarely in the chest. A brilliant flash of fiery light bathes the square as your fireball erupts into a splash of liquid flame. Your primary target and the three zombies closest to it are obliterated, and the resulting sheet of fire coats a fifth zombie. It burns rapidly, dropping before it can reach you and your allies. Unfortunately, your attack proves just a little too strong. Flames coat the side of one of the nearby buildings. Predictably, they cling to the structure and begin to burn it down. “Calista! You have to do something about that fire,” Lucius says, moving into the square. You watch him approach the zombies cautiously. The undead turn towards him, decaying feet shuffling them closer and closer to the big man. He circles around, looking for a vantage point, careful to never let himself get surrounded. The monsters are slow, unarmed, and unintelligent. So long as Lucius doesn't allow himself to get swarmed, he'll be fine. Which leaves you with the fire. Which you can likely extinguish with your magic. There is only one problem. That fireball pushed you to the brink of your control. You can feel a small, damp spot on your undergarment and know that you leaked a little while casting the spell. And the weight in your bowels has shifted downward and now sits in the lowest part of your colon like a leaden brick. You feel childish, standing there with your legs rubbing together, slightly doubled over from the discomfort in your abdomen, but you also know how dangerously close you are to completely voiding in your trousers... 1. Help Lucius with the zombies. 2. Put out the fire before it gets out of control. 3. Relieve yourself on the ground, then help Lucius. 4. Relieve yourself on the ground, then deal with the fire. 5. Other. Calista's Bladder has gone from Desperate to Losing it! Calista's Bowel has gone from Full to Desperate
Calista's Condition: Perfect Bladder / Bowels: Losing It! / Desperate “Oh, godsbedamned!” you grumble, watching with dismay as the fire spreads. You wrinkle your nose as the wind, warmed by the heat of the fire, carries the smell of burning wood to you. Your thighs rub together, your weight shifting constantly from one foot to the other. You swear you can feel the contents of your bladder sloshing around with every motion, intensifying your terrible urge to urinate. Yet, you cannot stand still, certain that doing so will be more than you can bear. Despite your desperate situation, you know you must act. If left alone, the fire might spread too quickly for you to contain. The city did not need a second crisis to deal with that night. You take a deep, steadying breath, then try to force the demands of your body to the back of your mind. You reach out with both arms, hands open and palms facing forward. You bring your hands together at the tips of your thumb and forefingers, forming a sort of teardrop shape that you use to focus on the flames. You channel aether through this opening, transforming it into a spray of water. You aim the flow of water toward the flames, and the hiss of extinguishing fire mixes with the moans of the undead. Steam and smoke billow out from the dying blaze. Unfortunately, the imagery created by the stream of water has a predicable effect on you. You try not to think about it, but inevitably your mind fills with images of you creating your own stream. Your resolve begins to loosen, and you feel the damp spot on the crotch of your small-clothes begin to expand. It starts as a steady dribble, slowed by your continued efforts to maintain control. Tears blur your vision in response to the slight stinging sensation of urine leaking from your urethra in spite of your tightly clenched muscles. Your small-clothes gradually become soggy, urine soaking through the cotton and causing a small, dark stain to appear on your trousers. Your whole body shivers as your muscles begin to relax, quite regardless of your own will. Then, all at once, you've completely lost control. A muffled hissing from between your legs joins that of the extinguishing fire as urine begins to flow out of you with tremendous pressure. It floods your trousers, causing the small dark stain to explode across the front of your garment in a matter of moments. You feel it begin to cascade down your legs, wet trails marking its progress as it rushes toward the ground. You can't suppress a sigh of relief as the warmth flows down your thighs. The painful tightness in your bladder loosens as a golden puddle forms at your feet. You can almost feel your bladder deflating as urine pours into your greaves. It soaks through your socks, making it feel like you're standing in a small lake. You hear a sound like soft rainfall as it seeps through your trousers and begins falling to the ground in droplets that sparkle in the light of the fire. By the time the flood from your urethra sputters into a slow dribble, your pants are almost completely drenched. It looks and feels as if you've waded into waist high water. The soaked material clings tightly to your legs and waist, providing an almost pleasant warmth against the chilly night air. At your feet, wide streams of pee run across the dirty cobblestones from a large puddle. Some of them seem to stretch on forever, and you briefly marvel at how much you were holding back. Was it any wonder you couldn't hold it in? The fire is extinguished quickly enough, and you stop the flow of aether through your body. The stream of magical water dies off as the last few droplets of urine trickle down your legs. With the crisis of the fire eliminated, you turn your attention back to Lucius. He seems to be handing things well. Of the seven zombies that survived your fireball, five remain. Lucius continues to employ the same strategy of keeping the monsters in a cluster, constantly circling them, never backing himself into a corner. You notice the square has brightened, a few lamps flicker in the windows and frightened faces peer out at the commotion. Behind you, Myra leans against a nearby wall with wide, frightened eyes. Tears streak her face. You feel bad for the girl, but hopefully it will be over for her soon. You just need to help Lucius with the last of the zombies... You feel something shift in your abdomen. Your eyes widen in surprise and horror as a tremendous weight drops in your colon. “Nyyygh...” you groan, doubling over as an intense pain shoots through your side. Your sphincter clenches instinctively, and not a moment too soon. Any later, and the sudden mass you feel pushing against your anus would have been pouring into your small-clothes and you would have been helpless to stop it. As it is, you barely manage to hold on long enough for the intensity of the urge to abate. It leaves you with a chilly sweat trickling down the back of your neck, and your stomach gives a noisy gurgle, as if angry about being denied. ”This is bad. I've used so much magic, another urge like that and...” You try not to think about that. “Calista!” You look up toward Lucius. “Get Myra to her Uncle's. I'll handle these flesh eaters and meet up with you at the stables. They're marked on your map, right?” You feel a pair of small hands gripping your own and look to see Myra at your side. She stares at your soaked trousers for a moment, her mouth agape in surprise, then seems to snap out of it. “It's just ahead, Miss. Please...” she pleads. You grit your teeth together. Could you really abandon Lucius? There were only five zombies left, and he seemed to have their complete attention. A well placed fireball would eliminate the threat completely, though it would almost certainly spell doom for the tenuous hold you maintain on your bowels. You could come in behind the zombies and take out a good portion of them with your sword, maybe all of them, before any of them turned to address you. Though, that too came with a risk of soiling yourself. You could drop your trousers and just let go, but right in front of Lucius and Myra? Not to mention the handful of people watching from the buildings? Maybe you could let out a little pressure, or go into one of the alleys and use the shadows for privacy, like you had meant to do in the first place. Or, you could take Lucius' suggestion and get Myra to safety. Maybe, if you held out long enough you could even use a chamber pot at her uncle's... 1. Help Lucius (Please specify with magic or melee). 2. Get Myra to her uncle's. 3. Relieve yourself. (Specify how, some suggestions below) a. Just go on the ground. b. Try to hide in the shadows. c. Ask one of the citizens watching to let you use their chamberpot. 4. Other Calista's Bladder has gone from Losing It! to Empty. Calista's Bowel has gone from Desperate to Losing It!
Calista's Condition: Perfect Bladder / Bowels: Empty / Losing It! “We're going, Myra. Which way,” you ask. She points to the North, and the two of you make your way across the small square. You stick to what shadows remain, though it proves to be an unnecessary precaution as Lucius keeps the zombies facing away from you. You move as quickly as you can with the burden in your stomach weighing you down. Every muscle in your body is tense against the tremendous weight in your colon, forcing you into a sort of awkward waddle. A constant, dull pain in your abdomen keeps you doubled over slightly. You clutch at your stomach with your free hand, feeling the cold droplets of sweat trickling down the back of your neck. Your anus twitches, threatening to surrender at any moment. You pray to Mykona or any other god that will listen that you can hold it just a few more minutes. You make it to the other side of the square without incident. You stop to glace back at Lucius just in time to see him smash the face of a zombie with the hilt of his sword. The undead monster staggers backwards, and Lucius follows up with a downward slash, splitting the monster's skull like a melon. That left four. “Come on...” you hear Myra insist, and feel the girl tugging at your arm. You follow her away from the square, deeper into the city. The moans of the undead fade a little with distance. You think of Lucius, and hope he'll be alright. Thankfully, it isn't long before you feel Myra squeeze your hand and see her point to a nondescript house at one end of the street. “That's where Uncle Peter lives,” she says. The two of you approach the home and you knock hard on the door. ”Please answer, and quickly...” you think. You squirm and wriggle and tap your foot impatiently on the cobblestones, trying desperately to take your mind off what your body needed to do. Time seems to drag on, moments stretching into minutes as you wait for someone to come to the door. Soon, you see a light in the window. Someone is approaching. You see a face peer out at you and Myra, see a flash of recognition as its eyes find the girl. The face disappears, and you hear the clicking of a lock opening a moment before the door swings open. “Myra? Myknoa, girl where are your parents,” the stranger at the door asks. He's a heavyset man, clean-shaven and dressed in nice looking clothes. He looks exhausted. Everyone in Dawnswall probably had a similar expression on their faces that night. Myra loses it then, throwing herself into the man's arms, her cries muffled by his body. You can see his expression changing as he puts together what must have happened. He looks at you with a hopeful expression. Your shoulders slump and you can only shake your head no in response. The man's head drops like a stone. His eyes become dull, his expression one of disbelief. He stands there, dumbfounded with Myra crying into his ample belly and you wriggling on his doorstep like a child. A few moments pass before he seems to find himself. “I... I am s-sorry. My name is Peter. You... you helped Myra... after...” he asks. You nod. “Y-Yes,” your voice quakes with desperation. You can feel everything starting to slide downward once again, and know you won't be able to hold it back for long. “I'm Calista. Myself and a f-friend helped her g-get here...” “I cannot thank you enough for what you've done. Please, come in out of the cold,” he says, stepping aside and letting you in. “Can... can I fetch you some ale?” You shake your head. “A-Actually... I really need to use a chamberpot...” you admit, feeling your cheeks heat up as your blood rushes to them. Peter only now seems to notice the dance you've been preforming since arriving at his home and nods. He hefts Myra up into his arms, and starts down the hallway. “This way,” he calls after you. You follow after him, your skin feeling clammy and sweaty. It is as if your body realizes how close you are to relief, and your muscles have started to loosen quite regardless of your own will. You grind your teeth together as everything descends, and you feel something hard poking out of your tightly clenched bottom. The trip through the home seems to take forever, but eventually Peter leads you to a small room with a wooden privy built against the back wall. You notice a few open bottles lining shelves cut into the walls, and assume they must be responsible for the relatively pleasant smell in the room. “Here you are. I... will be waiting for you in the main room when you've finished. I would like to speak with you...” You nod, and as soon as Peter has closed the double doors begin fighting with your belt. You feel everything descend, feel the mess inside you touching the material of your small clothes. “No no no,” you plead, absolutely certain for one terrible moment that you aren't going to make it. In the end, you manage to hold on just long enough to get your clothes down and hover your bottom over the opening in the privy. The moment you're seated, your sphincter relaxes and a thick, solid log begins pouring from between your shapely cheeks. “Ohhhh...” you moan, leaning forward as the cramps in your stomach briefly intensify. A soft crackling sound fills the small privy as the load rushes out of you. You hear a swampy sounding splat as the solid waste breaks off under its own weight and drops into the waiting cesspit beneath you. With the emergency over, you close your eyes and rest your arms on your knees as nature runs its course. You can feel yourself growing lighter as your bowels spill into the privy. You allow yourself a few moments to simply bask in the intense relief. When you open them, your eyes alight on a small brown smear on the seat of your undergarments. You frown. In addition to the muddy smudge, the once white cotton is stained a pale yellow. Unfortunately, it wasn't the first undergarment you had ruined in such a manner. As the last of your mess plops into the pit beneath you, you use a touch of magic to dry out your trousers and undergarments. Then, you wipe the mess away from your bottom, pull your pants back up, and fasten your belt. It feels good to be dry again, but you hope you won't end up with a rash after your accidents. You find your way to the main room where Peter and an elderly man are seated around a table. “Gave Myra a potion to put her to sleep,” Peter explains. You notice an open bottle on the table, and assume that Peter has turned to a simpler concoction for his grief. “I... I should have been with them...” “And then I would have no sons,” the old man replies. “You were never a fighter, Peter. There is nothing you could have done.” He looks at you with sad eyes. “I am Ulrich. Peter's father. You have our thanks for helping Myra, at least.” “I only wish Lucius and I could have found her sooner. Then maybe...” “We cannot dwell on that now. We can only take comfort in knowing that the souls of the dead are with Mykona now. Tell me, who are you,” he asks. Condensing the story as much as possible, you tell Ulrich and Peter about your night so far. From the battle at the Goblin's Bag Inn, to finding Myra and guiding her home. “We were hoping we could get some medicine for the wounded Priests,” you finish, looking hopeful. “Yes. Yes of course,” Peter says. You watch him rise and stumble out of the room. “Your friend was foolish to send you away. I hope you don't find him shambling about that square when you leave here,” Ulrich says. “Though, I appreciate that you put priority on Myra's safety.” He stands up and makes his way over to a mantle. He pulls a small box from the mantle and carries it over to the table. From within the box, he withdraws a small, wooden figure. “Here. Take it,” he says. You take the object, the sunburst symbol of Mykona, and meet the old man's eyes. “What is it?” “My Holy Symbol. Didn't Myra tell you her grandfather was a Priest of the Dawn?” You can't remember and so only shrug in response. “So long as you carry that, Mykona's grace will protect you against the undead. If you find yourself in an impossible position, pray to her. So long as you're carrying that, she may answer. Of course... she may not. I am afraid gods and goddesses are fickle creatures.” A few moments later, Peter returns with a handful of potions. “T-These will help. They're the strongest medicines I have in stock right now,” he says. “You... you are welcome to stay here. Father has consecrated our home. Y-You'll be safe...” You shake your head. You couldn't stay. Thinking of Lucius shambling around with those zombies leaves a cold emptiness in the pit of your stomach. Of course, maybe Peter and Ulrich knew something about what was going on. You could probably spare a few minutes to speak with them... 1. Continue your mission. (Optionally check to see if Lucius is done with the zombies...) 2. Spend a few moments speaking with Ulrich and Peter. (Suggest conversation topics) Calista's bowels have gone from Losing It! to Empty Calista's bladder has gone from Empty to Mostly Empty Calista acquired x3 Major Potion of Mend Wounds. Calista acquired Ulrich's Holy Symbol.
Calista's Condition: Perfect Bladder / Bowels: Mostly Empty / Empty You ignore the monster's chilling, angry screech. Myra had needed your help, but you realize now how dangerous it had been to let this monster go. It had the look of a wounded animal, driven mad by pain. Letting it live had put the citizens of Dawnswall at risk. But now you are being given an opportunity to finish the job, and you have no intention of letting it pass. You inhale deeply, drawing aether into yourself, channeling it through your body to your hands. The monster explodes into motion, but barely gets two steps before you bring your right hand up hard. You tear chunks of cobblestone from the streets, sending a hail of stony shrapnel toward the charging monster. There is a satisfying cry of pain as several jagged stones embed themselves in the monster's sleek flesh, but the monster barely slows. Your eyes widen as it pounces, launching itself at you like a missile. You barely manage to bring a shield of magic to bear. It saves you from having your bones crushed, but the monster hits you with tremendous force. You feel the wind rush from your lungs as you are lifted from your feet and driven hard into the ground. There is a dizzying flash of pain as you land on your left shoulder. The creature has you pinned beneath it. It's weight bears down on your chest like a mountain, making it hard to draw breath. Your arm throbs, a numbing pain reaches all the way down to the tips of your fingers. Fortunately, you never stopped collecting aether, and you put some of that stored energy to work now, dulling the pain and sharpening your focus. You see the monster rear back, its remaining arm high above it's head, its hand balled into a tight fist. You react just in time. You nudge the creature's hand to the right just as it begins to come down. You feel the wind from the monster's blow and a spray of dirt and broken stone against your cheek as the creature's hand crashes harmlessly into the cobblestones just to the side of your head. You thrust both arms forward. Your left arm cries out in protest, but you ignore it. You push on the monster with a wave of magic, forcing it off your chest just enough for you to reach down to your hip and draw your sword. You thrust the weapon forward with all of your strength. The blade strikes like a steel viper, puncturing the monster's stomach and pushing all the way through to the other side. It shrieks and you withdraw your blade. You thrust forward again, but the monster has already abandoned it's seat on your chest. You scamper to your feet as quickly as you can, never taking your eyes off the wounded creature. It charges you again before you can fully find your footing. You push off against the ground with your magic, propelling yourself backwards. You hear a whoosh as the powerful monster's hand crashes through the space you had just been occupying. After avoiding the blow, you land on your toes. This time, you launch yourself forward while the monster is still off-balance. You slice a deep line across its thigh and your momentum carries you past the creature. You twist your body, slashing high and cutting deep across the monster's back. The monster whirls on you, and you tense your muscles, ready for it to charge you again. Instead, it's arm thrusts forward. You hop backwards out of it's range, but realize too late that it hadn't been trying to strike you. You recognize the subtle tingle of magic being used and recall the icy ax this monster had summoned just moments before a brilliant flash of light explodes in your face. The spell doesn't harm you, but it blinds you almost completely. All but defenseless now, you feel a smooth, strong hand wrap tight around your throat. It forces you against the wall of one of the many buildings to either side of you. It pulls you away from the wall, then drives you into it hard. “AHHHH!” you can't suppress a cry of pain as the tremendous impact jars your entire body. It pulls you away from the wall, and you have the presence of mind to realize that it's plan is to smash you against the side of this building... or to choke you to death. Whichever comes first. Maybe both. ”No... dammit... I was almost ready...” you think. Fueled by your desperation, you begin to hack at the monster with all of your strength. The edge of your blade bites into the monster's side, it's thigh, it's hip. It roars, and slams you against the wall again. You grit your teeth as a wave of nausea washes over you and continue to strike. You can feel its grip around your throat loosening, your attacks finally seem to be catching up to it. Realizing it can't defend itself against your hacking without its other arm, it throws you aside and staggers away from you. Your vision is beginning to clear, you can see a gray blur standing before you, but can't tell how far away it is. You drop your sword. You can't hope to fight the monster up close until your vision clears, but you don't need to either. For the entire fight, you've been drawing the aether into yourself. You can feel yourself brimming with it, an ocean of latent energy sitting in your belly just waiting to be unleashed. You begin to channel the energy, sending it through your body, down your arms. The aches and pains of the battle fade as raw power crackles around you. You focus on the bleeding, injured monster standing before you and in the moment before you unleash your attack you see the realization that it's about to be destroyed register in its empty eyes. You bring your right hand up hard, creating tremendous blast of wind. It howls as it screams through the alley. Your red hair whips wildly around your face. The monster tries to limp away, but it's already too late. You thrust your left had forward, unleashing an enormous gout of fire. The gale from the vortex you've created pulls the flame along behind it. Red, orange, and blue light illuminate the light as a rushing river of flame floods the narrow alley. You feel an intense heat, hear the screeching wail of your opponent as the fire sears away its gray skin. As your tremendous release of magic finally subsides, a charred husk drops to the ground. You glance around. The cobblestones and buildings are covered in soot, but this time you were careful to control your magic and not set fire to the city around you. You breathe a sigh of relief. Gathering so much aether had put you at personal risk, your throbbing arm and aching throat were a testament to that, but without it you wouldn't have been able to control the tremendous burst of energy. Every building on either side of the alley would be crumbling to ash. Your injuries would heal much more quickly than the city would have healed from so much collateral damage. You groan as you bend down to pick up your saber. You sigh as you slide the weapon back into its scabbard. There would be consequences to using so much magic. You'd be stuck in Temple Dawn's privy all night at this rate, but it would be worth it if you could get yourself, Lucius, and everyone else back at the inn to safety. Your left arm hurts, but after a cursory check it doesn't seem like anything is broken. It would be swollen and purple in the morning, and stiff unless you used a constant flow of magic to strengthen it or keep it loose but at least it wouldn't be useless. Other than that, you've escaped the encounter with a few bumps, bruises, and scrapes. If you came out of the night with nothing more you would consider yourself fortunate. You collect your sword, and after waiting a few minutes for your vision to clear completely check your map to reestablish your bearings. By the time you've resumed your journey to the stables you can feel the familiar pressure of a full bladder between your legs. It wouldn't belong before your stomach started to feel heavy as well, and both urges would escalate quickly. With any luck, you'd have a chance to relieve yourself before returning to the inn. As you make your way through the streets, you hear the sounds of footsteps on cobblestone ahead of you, approaching fast. You groan. You weren't ready for another fight just yet. Nevertheless, your hand dips to the hilt of your sword, you duck into the darkest part of the shadows and wait. The rythmic clop clop clop of boots on the ground draws nearer. It sounds like a single set of footsteps, and if you had to guess it sounded like they were running. Could be a citizen begin chased down. Your body tenses as the sound grows closer. Your grip tightens on the hilt of your sword. Suddenly, a familiar figure emerges from the shadows. The pale moonlight falls on Lucius like a spotlight. You breathe a sigh of relief and step out of the shadows as he runs past. “Lucius!” you call after him. He stops and turns to face you. “Calista! Mykona be praised. I saw something... a flash like an explosion or something,” he says. “That wasn't an explosion. An explosion would have destroyed the city. That was a very large, very controlled blast of fire,” you point out. “What, did you think my own magic blew up in my face?” “Well... I wasn't sure what to think. I was waiting at the stables for you and saw... well, I thought it was an explosion, and I thought it might be you and that you might need my help.” “Well, you were right on one count. It was me.” “I should've known better to think you'd need my help,” he laughs. “I... guess it was pretty foolish of me to come running after you. I could've been ambushed or we could have lost even more time while I scoured the streets for you. It's fortunate we ran into each other.” You nod your agreement. “So, what was that back there? And what of Myra?” You go over everything that happened as quickly as you can, covering everything from delivering Myra to her Uncle and Grandfather to the battle with the gray-skinned creature. He smiles and shakes his head when you finished. “A river of fire. Calista, if I hadn't seen your handiwork first hand I would swear you were lying to me. Come with me, the stables aren't far.” 1. Walk to the stables in silence. 2. Ask Lucius about what happened to him when the two of you separated. 3. Scold Lucius for leaving the stables and risking wasting time. 4. Other. Calista's Condition has gone from Perfect to Okay Calista's Bladder has gone from Mostly Empty to Full Calista's Bowels have gone from Empty to Mostly Empty
Since Elise was a kid, it was hard for her to control her bladder. She never put that strict discipline her bladder deserved, frequently having embarrassing accidents. Now she was 20, a true adult. Ever since her turning this age, Elise has been trying to control her bladder- a thing she found impossible to do in her 'old' life. "Mom," Elise called looking at a computer screen. Her mother came next to her and looked at her computer. "This house has 4 master bedrooms, 2 big bathrooms, 3 levels, and 2 kitchens per level. The price is $326,223. That's about my budget." Elise looked through pictures of the houses. "Wow, isn't that a bit extravagant for one person?" Elise's mom asked. "Not really, I overheard Mason talk to his best friend that he was going to propose to me tomorrow," Elise squealed. "Wow! That's something!" Her mom smiled. Elise looked at the number at the bottom of the screen, got the phone and dialed it. "Hello?" A voice answered. "Yes, hi, my name is Elise Relinda and I am interested in taking a tour of the house#472B." "Alright, email please." Elise gave the woman her email and the woman said an email will swiftly arrive with information. "Go to go mom," Elise grabbed her car keys and purse. Though it was 2:00 pm and she had to meet the tourist a 5:00 pm, she had to do some quick errands. The first thing was to go to Hamilton Park and take a quick jog. She brought five bottles of water and placed them in the car seat next to her. She started driving and arrived at Hamilton Park in a flash. The park was half way full, most people were having afternoon picnic with the family. Elise started to jog, she watched kids play tag and people having picnics and soccer games. On her 22nd lap, and man stopped her and said she should buy water from his water cart. Elise never heard such a thing, but said she already had a car full of water bottles. After 2 years of doing this, Elise hadn't broken a sweat. She went inside her car and got a bottle of water. Elise may have not broken a sweat, but she does gt thirsty. She finished the bottle in a flash, again, she was still thirsty managed to open another bottle and finish it. Next on her list was to pick up her little cousin from karate. At the light, Elise felt the urge to pee, but it was fine, she could hold it. She arrived at the center and saw the class was still going on. It was 2:47. Her cousin, Marie, walked up to her and told her class was extended until 3:30 . Elise was find with it, she got a bottle of water and started to drink from it. Again, finished it. Her urge to pee got a little stronger, she crossed her legs. By the second her urge got stronger and stronger, she crossed her legs tighter and her breast were jiggling. A man sitting next to her was starring at her jiggling breast; Elise gave an embarrassing but painful smile. About five seconds later, Elise grabbed her purse and stood up. "Do you know where the bathroom is?" She asked the man next to her. "In the karate room, but parents aren't allowed to enter until class is over," he replied. Elise sat back down. Her breasts jiggled and the man kept watching them. She crossed her legs and then crossed them again the other way. She repeated this several times until the man discovered her holding herself. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Yes, thank you," her breasts jiggled faster. She started feeling her crotch tingle, she started feeling like she was going to wet herself. But she didnt want to think about that part just yet. It was 3:28, just 2 more minutes . Two minutes passed slowly while she struggled in desperation. "Elise!" Marie shouted in excitement and jumped on her. "Oh, hi Marie, umm please get off," Elise answered uncomfortably. As Marie attempted to get off, her foot pressed on Elise's crotch revealing a spurt. "Ah! Careful!" She shouted softly. Elise staggered to the car and opened the door for Marie. Her pussy started to swell as she got out of the parking space. Right then, the light turned red. Elise pressed on her groin trying to ease the pain. All that happened was a small spurt that jumped up. "What was that?" Marie asked. "Nothing," Elise looked at the small patch on her pants as the light turned green. She was so close to Marie's home, she can use the bathroom there! One more light until Marie's house, just by the thought of a toilet made another spurt jump out of her. Finally, she arrived. Marie got out and thanked her, before she could ask for a quick trip to the restroom she left. It was almost 5:00 already! Elise quickly went to the house she saw online and there was a woman waiting in front of it . Elise parked and went up to her. "Are you the tourist? I'm Elise," she crossed her legs. "Oh, follow me." Elise held herself trying to look casual. She was glad the tourist didnt notice the patch. Her swollen crotch was starting to create a knife into her pussy. A small spurt came out again. Elise saw her finger wet, and quickly shoved her hands between her thighs. "Ma'am is there a bathroom?" Elise asked. "Yes, but you cant use it until you buy it," the tourist women answered her. She bit her lip. She started leaking, a quick shove didnt help. Elise was wetting herself, another embarrassing accident to add. "Im sorry, this is so embarrassing," Elise blushed after realizing the woman was looking at her groin. "Forget the tour, I'll by it," Elise winked.
Microfiction is a creative challenge. There's no hard boundary between microfiction and longer fiction, but it's all about writing short. Usually you have a limit, so and so many words. The limit is up to you and common sense. You can aim to hit an exact word-count, or simply to write no longer than your limit. The most famous microfiction story is Hemingway's: For sale: baby shoes, never worn. Another good one is by Augusto Monterroso: Cuando despertó, el dinosaurio todavía estaba allí. When he woke, the dinosaur was still there. You don't have to restrict yourself to one sentence. When writing microfiction, you lack many of the tools of conventional fiction. There just isn't enough room to fit in traditional plotting, character development, or imagery. Instead of telling or showing, you'll find yourself evoking. The unsaid and implied becomes very important. You can do plot, but you have to present it in a very perfunctory way. The same goes for characterization. Often, it's better to just write a vignette that has neither per se, but evokes a lively image in the reader's mind. Hemingway's iceberg theory comes to mind. What goes on on the surface is just the tip, the rest is hidden underwater, but it's still there. The challenge is to find the right words to evoke something beyond what can be told straight in the few words you have. I've written a few omorashi microfictions. Some are <50 words, some <100 words (as counted by my text editor), but no longer. If you want to take up the challenge, I'd be delighted. I'll probably update the thread periodically if you all enjoy this. The great thing about it is that you don't have to devote much time to it. But remember the quote (attributed to just about every writer ever, but still true): I didn't have time to write a short letter, so I wrote a long one instead. Enough babbling! 80 words She rose like a nymph out of the pool. Her feet pitter-pattered against the tiles. She was the last one. All the others had gone to the showers. The girl looked down at herself, her bathing suit, her toes. She knew she couldn't last all the way home. Looking left and right, as if crossing the road, the girl sat down and swung her feet over the water. The bounce of her butt on the tiles made the pool yellow. 50 words I'm really impressed by your progress. We'll do one more set, and then we're done. You can do it! That's what you're paying me for! No excuses! Off the rack, down, and lift. I can see it in your face, you're really pushing yourself—Oh my god, are you peeing? 100 words Really, it had started so innocently. She got up, Julie arrived, they ran and grabbed coffee and went to the boardwalk to watch the skateboarders without their* shirts on. She thought nothing of it. It was a hot day. A day that called for hydration. She carried a bottle. So did Julie. They'd been out all day, and there was nowhere to go. She was positively bouncing. Didn't Julie have to go? What was she, a camel? She felt something trickle into her panties and blushed. Soon it would be all over her jeans shorts. Total embarrassment. Unless—water fight! * Footnote: this is where a feature some languages have called obviative pronouns would come in handy. You don't have to worry about that, just know that you could use them to specify whether it's the skateboarders or the girls that are shirtless. 50 words The scene: two desperate housewives, one bathroom. Both have toddlers in strollers. Both trying to hide their predicament by chatting about gardens and spring. But there: one makes a break for the bathroom. The other is stuck. She's out of time, but not out of options. Squat over toddler diaper. 100 words I could use a break, what about you? Yeah, cool, I'll just stay in the car and read. You sure? Yes, mom, I'm not three. That was two hours ago. She felt three. Slowly, it was creeping out. She could feel her panties sticking to her. She shifted her feet and some more came out. It broke through her jeans and bloomed like a flower, drawn by a three-year-old for her mother. She tried, so hard. But then it flowed. Out between her legs, under her butt, and into the seat. She let out a sob and her mother saw. 100 words The bladder is a fascinating organ. The whole wall is a muscle called the detrusor, which relaxes to allow urine to fill the bladder. As a continuation of the detrusor, the internal sphincter is held shut to prevent leakage at inapportune moments. Both are under autonomous, that is to say involuntary control. The external sphincter, however, is under voluntary control, but it does not have infinite strength. When enough is enough, the detrusor contracts, and both sphincters relax, allowing the urine to flow out unimpeded. Truly, a remarkable instrument to humiliate a young medical student in front of her peers. 50 words There's one thing adults never told you about partying: you need to pee. All the time. But that isn't the worst of it. She had discovered something far worse. You don't even care! Ludicrous, her rational mind insisted. On her way home, all over her dress, she learned her lesson. 100 words Nadia was the kind of girl who didn't worry about things. She didn't worry about her grades. They worked out all right. She didn't worry money: her little job was enough. She didn't worry about taking out the trash. She didn't worry about the weather. And one thing that certainly always worked out was going to the bathroom. She didn't even think about it, not when she ordered the extra size drink at the movie theater, not in the car on the way home or when brushing her teeth. When Nadia woke up cold, she got something to worry about. 50 words Oh my god, I'm not sure if I can do this. What if someone notices? It's totally obvious. Don't worry baby, no one's gonna notice. Only me. Okay? Okay. I'm gonna do it for you. I'll send you a picture. From: Your Girl Guess whose diapey leaked in class, asshole!
Moar. If you like any of these and would like me to expand them into longer stories, I'll consider it. 100 words Я не панимаю, he said. Bathroom for fuck's sake! Do. You. Have. A. Bathroom? Bafroom? Pee-pee? Yes! Nyet. Fuck fuck fuck. No! I'm leaking. Sarah, what am I gonna do? I don't know. Maybe just... I can't fucking squat in the street! This fucking Russian... Noo! Rachel, you seriously having an accident? Yes! You're twenty-three! I'M FUCKING DOING IT OKAY I CAN'T STOP I'M PEEING OH MY GOD IT'S COMING OUT!!!!111 Jesus, Rachel, it's everywhere. You peed on my shoe! Please, Sarah, just let me sit here in my puddle and quietly curse the universe. Ew. It's in my socks. 100 words She was pretty, tall, long brown hair and doe eyes. And she was his girlfriend. He admired her hips as she walked toward him. But her look said she wasn't happy to see him. What could he possibly have done wrong this time? He'd never understand women. As she got closer, he noticed a peculiar shadow. Her makeup running. She wasn't unhappy to see him. There was a long wet streak down her legs. The source, a dark spot glistening in the streetlight. A faint smell of urine hung in the air. Oh, how much fun he was gonna have. 50 words It starts at her peehole and spreads, as if exploring the outside of her, into her panties. The panties soak it up. They've been sitting in the back of her closet. It's been too long since they tasted liquid of any kind. A shudder runs through her. Her panties smile. 80 words* The twins are in the backseat of a car. Their older sister is in the front. One challenged the other: who can hold it the whole trip? You can't, you have a child's bladder, one of them said. Shut up, said the other. We're identical twins! We have the same bladders! Now one is openly squirming, the other trying to hide the fact that she's equally desperate. In the front, their sister observes, amused. Their mother is oblivious. For now. * Note: considering making this into a longer story. 100 words Hannah woke up desperate to pee. There was already a little wet dot between her legs. She swung her feet out and leaked. There was no time. She had to make it! Hannah ran to the bathroom, in time to release most of it in the toilet. She had no time to lock the door. Too preoccupied to notice her mother in the door. All done, honey? Whaa—mom! How did you...? I followed the trail of pee, honey. Looks like someone isn't ready to let go of her pull-ups. But mom... No buts, missy, you're ten. It's your responsibility. 100 words A meeting was called. Mistakes had been made. Someone had to be held accountable. Who, they had not yet decided. Joyce had no particular desire to be there, but it was expected of her. Deciding who would take the fall dragged out. Apparently assigning blame to someone who had done no wrong was hard. Not morally, just practically. Another thing that was hard was her bladder. She had gone all day without a visit to the little lady's room. She had been squirming the last hour. sShe figured there was only one way to end this meeting. With a hiss. 100 words (allusion to messing) Lily was hanging off the edge of a cliff. Literally. She'd been climbing with her friends, but her rope had gotten caught on some sharp edge, and although it should be impossible, the rope was absolutely torn apart. She feel thirty feet, she had a sharp pain in her side, and she was clinging for dear life. Finally, she managed to haul herself up on the edge. Lily, you okay? They yelled from above. I'm mostly fine, she yelled back. Except for the pain in her side and the lump in her pants and the wet streaks down her thighs. 80 words It wasn't like she needed the diapers. It wasn't like she was incontinent or anything. The thing was, she was going to be stuck on a bus for hours. The last time that happened, let's just say a regrettable incident happened all over her. Now she could just let go anytime she wanted to. It was about time she did. The warmth spread in her lap, contained, and to her surprise, it was quite cozy. She might actually like it. 60 words Ali had the idea he was gonna get her. She was his boss, and here they were on a not-officially-a-date date. He liked her alright, not in a girlfriend way, but she needed to be knocked down a peg. So he kept her hydrated all day and accidentally drove the wrong way, and accidently let her off a little too late. 125 words (includes sex) She was on her knees, panties in a heap on the floor. Let's just say he was enjoying himself. The problem was, she really, really had to pee. In her position, she couldn't even squirm. She considered aborting mission to run for the bathroom, but that seemed like bad manners. He was about to peak, anyway. Just a little longer. She engaged her best techniques. Yes, she is a geek. But some men find glasses sexy, and he was such a man. There is no mathematical equation that describes this situation, however. First, a little leaked out, then she just couldn't. It all came out. What would he think? Babe, you've never been more sexy than in this moment. Phew. That was a close call.
Great batch of microfics, Satyr! I love these clever phrasings like "all the liquid had migrated to my bladder" and "I went in with a full bladder and left with an empty one." The swimsuit one is like a teaser for a longer story. I was just last night thinking about how peeing through swimsuits is borderline socially acceptable and there should be more stories about it. Your 70 word story with the puppy metaphor is one of my favorites on this whole thread, even though the wetting is only implied.I realized I've been writing microfics about pee in general rather than just wetting. Is that okay? What do you guys think of my stories so far?100 wordsMy mom wants to be one of those fun parents who gets involved in their kids' lives but she just hangs around and embarrasses us. Like when she saw this blog with my holds and wetting videos. She's all like "I'm confused by what you kids are into but I wanna try and understand this hobby you find important." So we drank sun tea together until we wet our sweatpants. Then we took turns writing about the experience and posted it with the video "highlights." Total awkwardness. Worst thing is it's my most popular post by like a zillion notes.100 wordsSo much of art is BS. You cover your mistakes with fancy talk and people think you're a genius. My BS doesn't sell good so I work side-jobs. Life-modeling makes me nervous but it's good being back in class. Today I was running late. My coffee wanted to leave my body the whole time. I was OK until I had to hold a crouching position for 15 minutes. I leaked. The teacher made up some BS about the natural human body and everybody thought we planned it. 20 students sketched me peeing. I don't know if I should brag or hide.100 wordsHow can anyone like spanking? It's the worst. Once I was really bad. I also had to pee really bad. Dad wouldn't wait. I tried to hold but he spanked me so long and hard I thought I'd never stop hurting as long as I lived. I peed all over the place. It was gross but I never got spanked again. Now my husband wants to spank me. I always say "no" but he always asks again. This time I said "yes, later tonight." I just finished drinking half a gallon of water. He's going to be so grossed out.100 wordsI didn't know what gratitude looked like until I told my nine-month-pregnant wife she didn't have to walk to the bathroom if she didn't want to. That look in her eyes. That relieved sigh. The liquid cascading down the sides of the chair lit by the setting sun. It was a magical moment. Her giggle when she saw the puddle on the floor reminded me that the mischievous schoolgirl I fell in love with is still there in the responsible adult and mother I'm married to. I cleaned up, helped her into dry clothes, and received a startlingly passionate kiss.100 words (based on a challenge by Science2311)My best friend is lucky to be alive. A chunk of concrete hit her square in the head. No lasting impact on her brain, the doctors say. She's always gonna have a scar, but she's still the cute one. When she got out of the hospital all our friends celebrated at Chipotle. She was so happy having real food and drinks. I went to the bathroom with her and noticed she stared at a toilet like it was an alien spaceship. "What am I supposed to do here?" she asked as a dark spot on her capris grew and grew.150 wordsI'd never left the castle grounds, and the city swarmed with armed men loyal to the new king. I thought I was as good as dead, but the mysterious girl believed we could make it to safety. She dressed me as a girl so I'd go unrecognized. Then I knew I was dead. A man with a sword caught us and said I looked much like the missing son of the deposed king. "Lunacy!" said the girl. "This is my sister." "Why were you hiding?" "We were preparing to answer nature's call." The man said he'd watch. I knew I was dead. She lifted her frock, squatted, and cued me to do the same. I was shocked to find I was making water like a girl. The man left, disgusted but satisfied. "How did this happen?" I asked as I shook my invisible member. "Fairy glamour can do amazing things."200 words (from my AO3)The night I turned 21 I drank too much. I had no experience and didn't know I was overdoing it. My room-mate and his friends used my birthday as an excuse to party. Some people crashed at our place and there weren't enough places to sleep. My room-mate's friend's friend shared a bed with me. I woke up in the middle of the night feeling queasy but mostly sober. I jumped a little when I saw a dimly-lit feminine face inches from mine. My inhibitions were back and I felt shivery being so close to a girl. Worse, I'd peed in my sleep. She woke up but didn't yell at me. Just humphed. She said she was gonna go to the can but now it wasn't worth it. There aren't words for my feeling when she sighed with relief and the bed got warmer and damper. She dozed off but I was wide-eyed and bewildered till morning. Everybody gave me a hard time for wetting the bed but I never told anybody I'd had help. Since then I've hung out with the girl. We never mention that night but it's always on my mind. I wonder if it's on hers. Edited June 21, 2015 by Jimmy Olsen (see edit history)
Chapter 1: Where it all began Summer Paige is a 20 year old girl. She is a short Caucasian, with brown eyes, and has long wavy brunette/blonde ombre hair. Summer works at home, where she is a web designer. Summer is wearing gray sweats, a blank shirt, and some blue tennis shoes. Summer was just walking around her neighborhood, getting some exercise. When out of nowhere a black van came behind her, knocked her out, and that's all she could remember. Summer is waking up, in a abandoned warehouse, chained to a table, with her hands and legs in cuffs. Summer hasn't gone to the bathroom, since she left home and started her walk, which has been a few hours. Summer doesn't know where she's at, nor what's she doing here. But she sure hopes someone is here. "Help, is someone here?" Summer yells, as her bladder is filling up quickly, from all the water she accumulated from her walk. A man in his mid 20 appears, he's wearing all black leather, and has dark brown hair, with his bang swoop. His name is Asher, he's a writer, and writes from home. He realized he was missing something in his life, and that was a little girl. But he didn't want just any little girl, he wants an adult pretending to be little girl. "How's my little girl doing?" He asked, walking towards her. "I don't know who you're talking too, but I'm not you're little girl." She said, squirming around. "You are my little girl, and nothing is going to change that. I'm Asher. Asher Branden, and you will call me daddy, or papa. What's your name?" "I'm Summer Paige. and I will not call you that, and I'd like to you to let me go, please." Summer responds. "I won't be letting you go, til you say you're my baby, and call me daddy or papa. I got all night." Asher said, leaving. "Please, let me go, and we'll keep this between us." She suggests. "Nope, don't think so, do you want the light on or off?" Asher asked, approaching the switch. "I want to be let go." She whines, trying to press her legs together. Asher smirks, knowing what's she's doing. "Why should I let you go?" He asked, walking towards her. "I'm sure you know why, please take off the hand cuffs." She begs. "I don't know why, and maybe I'll take them off." "I gotta go, and please do." She pleads. "Go where, you have no where to go?" "I gotta use the bathroom, please let me go, I had too much water earlier." She whines, attempting to bounce. "I'll take the hand cuffs off your legs, if you say you're my little girl?" He bargains. "Fine, I'm your little girl." She said. "Nope, you have to say it like you mean it." "I'm your little girl, who needs the bathroom." She said. He takes the handcuffs off of her legs, which she crossed once they were taken off, which made her feel better, but she wished she could also hold herself with her hands. He knew this would be easy and fun. Asher has a pee fetish he loves it when girls hold, and act desperate, and wet themselves, or wet diapers. He had fun things planned for Summer and plans to enjoy every minute of it. Even if she hates every second. "I'm sure you want your hands uncuffed too?" He asked. "Yes, please more than anything." She said. "Then you have to call me daddy, and ask me." He said. "No I'm not calling you daddy, or papa, or anything in that nature." "Fine." He said, spreading her legs, "How do you like that?" "I don't, please let me cross my legs." She said, letting a spurt go, in her gray sweats, making a tiny spot. "Awe then you better call me your daddy then, and ask me to stop and take of the cuffs, before you have an accident." He smirks. "Okay, daddy please let go of my legs and take the hands cuff off, because I really need to go to the bathroom, and it'll help me hold and not have an accident." She begs. He gladly stops, as she presses her thighs together and crossing her legs, He then takes the other set of cuffs off, and she jams her hands in her legs. "You can get off the table, and we'll head inside." He said. She slides off the table, "And I can use your bathroom?" She asked. "Maybe, first I'm going to give you a tour of my house, which is now your house, and tell you some rules." He said, leading her in. First is the living room, dining room and kitchen. It's an open concept. Dark woods floors, teal walls. It's perfect because if he's cooking he can keep an eyes on her, and makes sure she doesn't be naughty. Then they head to the bathroom, it's usually for guests, but she'll go down their when it's playtime, or if their eating, he has a purple training potty, if he decides she can be big. As she was looking at the bathroom, she wiggles, "Can I go?" She asked. "Not yet, were not done." He said, heading up the stairs, with his help. Where he shows her his room. Then they went to her room. Her nursery is pink, filled with owls, and butterflies. Then she shows her playroom, "We'll be in here a lot, if we're not watching TV, or movies." He informs her. Next he showed her the bathroom, which is between her room and the playroom. "This is the potty, you'll mostly be using, if you're not in diapers of course." He said, he watches her bounce and struggle. There was a turquoise training potty, with pink owls on it, unlike the one downstairs, this one makes noise when she uses it, as she goes. Next they went down stairs and he showed her the large, private fenced back yard, which had a play gym, soccer balls, t-ball unit, and other kid games. It also had a deck, with grill, the back yard, was big, but maybe they'll get more stuff later on, since there's still some empty spaces. Finally they went down to the basement. The basement has dark woods, and it's red. The main room, is a movie room, where they'll watch all their movies, then it also has a bathroom, which he shows her. "Can I go now, please." She begs, bouncing and is clearly doing the potty dance. "Almost, next we're going to discuss the schedule and rules." He states. "Your bedtime is 9:00pm, and you'll be waken up between 7-8am. You'll either call me daddy or papa. You'll eat breakfast right when you wake up, then after breakfast, we'll play, watch TV til lunch, which is at noon. After lunch is a nap, it has to be at last an hour before you can do anything else, we'll play some more, then dinner. After dinner we'll watch a movie, then it'll be bath time, maybe a little play time. Then you'll go to bed. Sometime it'll be different, based on if I have a special treat plan. The rules, is to never give me attitude, you will ask for snacks. If I tell you to do something you do it. You will be respectful and have manners. You will talk like a little girl. You will say words like tinkle, potty, peepee, water, when you need to go. Sometimes though, you'll be rewarded and be an adult, but then we'll be playing fun games, but mostly you'll be a little girl. When we are out, you'll be a little girl, if were going to a ABDL community. If aren't going to an ABDL community, you'll be an an adult and we'll be playing those games, I'll let you know if were going to an ABDL community or not. You'll know based on what you're wearing. But that won't be often, those days will be your rewarded days. But with being a little girl, you have to ask for the bathroom, and I have to say yes for you to go, if I say no you have to hold it, like a good girl, that's if you're being naughty." He said. "Okay, can I go right now?" She asked. "No, you'll start being a little girl tomorrow, right now you're an adult, and I have a game planned." He said. "What game is it?" She asked. "You'll be a slave, and I'll be the master. You'll address me as master, and only master. You'll change into a new panties, and a skirt, and you'll hold unless I say otherwise." He said. "Your adult clothes are in my room, follow me and I'll chose for you." He said, leading her into his room. Where he hands her a light blue skirt and white panties. "I'll give you privacy, while you put them on." He said, turning away, as she puts them on. She uncrosses her legs, as she pulled down her sweats, which makes her pause to hold herself, before she continues. She takes her panties and sweats off, and placed them on his bed, then puts on her new white panties and the skirt, where she holds herself, "I'm done." She states. He turns back around, and looks at her. "Awesome, we'll be going to the living room, and watch some TV." He said, helping her downstairs. "Can I please go to the bathroom now?" She asked, twisting around. "Clearly you can hold it, let's a watch a little TV." He said, as they both sat on the couch, where he turns on a waterfall documentary. She whines, and watches the waterfall, crashing on the babbling brook, and how it gushes down, splashing into the river. She held herself and bounces. Asher is watching her, she literally looks like a little girl, about to burst. She was bouncing and squirming, crossing her legs, uncrosses them, and she holding herself with both hands, but if looks like it's not even helping. The waterfall that they're currently talking about, is clear, like water, it's slowly follows it, then the next look it's gushing like crazy, which reminds her of spurting, and fully going, she had to stand up, and dance. "Master, can I please go, it's torture?" She asked. "Go where?" He asked. "The bathroom, I really need to go, it's an emergency." She begs. "Oh, but we just started the documentary, come sit." He said. "I can't I really gotta go, please I can't hold it." She begs. "Show me how you gotta go." She lifts her shirt up, and shows her bulging bladder. "Wow, it looks like you gotta go, but show me, by dancing." He requests. She does the potty dance, where she's holding herself, bouncing, and crossing her legs. She also shifts from foot to foot, and gives him the "I really gotta to go, it's an emergency, I can't hold it much longer." pleading look. "I won't let you go fully, but I'll let you go a little, but you have to stop, when I say, and we have to walk to the deck." He said. "Okay deal." She said, ready to let some out. He leads her to the deck, where he turns the back light on, to where he can see her perfectly. Since it was night time. She holds herself, while squirming on the deck. "First, I want you too take off her skirt, so it doesn't get wet." He commands. She squirms as she does so, holding her crotch tightly, as a breeze hits. "Once you remove your hands, you can let some out, but I'll let you know when you have five seconds left, and when you can stop." He says. She removes her hand, and the bottom of her panties were getting soaked, as the white was fading, and a small puddles as forming around her, she spreads her legs, so her legs wouldn't get wet. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh much better." She sighs. He was counting down from 10 "Five more second." He informs her. She squats and goes some more, as her pee was leaking out of her like one of those waterfalls. "Stop." He said, she stops, but squirms and holds herself. "Don't you feel better?" He asked. "Yes, but I still gotta go, really badly." "I'll give you a challenge, if you drink a jug of water and holds for thirty minutes, without spurts, I'll let you go, but you have to go on me. And I can tickle you and torture you for that thirty minutes." He suggests. "Okay, deal." She said. "Put on your skirts, and sit on the couch, as I'll get you your jug of water." He said. She sits on the couch and he brings a milk jug, full of water. "I want you to drink all of it, and once you drink every drop your thirty minutes will start." He commands. She starts to chug on the water, quickly, though she knew the thirty minutes would the longest thirty minutes of her life. Well that's the first chapter, I hope you enjoy let me know what you think. I hope you stick around, sorry for the cliff hanger, but that's what writers do, wanting you to be anticipated, and love seeing the fans wait. The next chapter will be posted by tonight. Edited May 29, 2015 by Elevate4Btr (see edit history)
Chapter 2: Let the Fun Continue. Summer just finished the jug of water, and her thirty minutes now began, she's scared of what Asher, to which she refers her as daddy, or papa, but at this moment she calls him master. She scared of what he has is store for her, as he can "tickle her and torture her." Summer doesn't know whether she should be scared or excited. She's scared because she already had to go, but he could torture her pretty bad, with who knows. She's excited by the evolution of surprise, and she kinda having fun with this and it's only the beginning . With Summer current state, her tapping and twisting her leg, and her already having to go, she's pretty sure her limit in her bladder will be exceed and then some. And watching the waterfall documentary doesn't help her. The noise of the waterfall is slowly flowing, and trickling, like a drop in the faucet, but it soon got mighty like a hose. It was beautiful and clear, gushing down and crashing into the rocks, flowing down into a river, which remind Summer of pee,falling into the toilet, which made her need to rock back and fourth. Asher was watching her with pleasure, knowing she would probably lose it. Asher was going to start torturing Summer, he got up and grab a glass and a pitcher of lemonade, and sat next to her, "How you doing?" He asked her. "Bad, I have to go more than ever." She whines, holding herself. "Well you have twenty five minutes left, before I let you go,if you can last that long." He said, as he was pouring the lemonade into the glass, sounding like a waterfall, "Awe doesn't that sound lovely, this watching waterfalls, sure made me thirty." He said, pouring it slowly, and watching Summer, who was bouncing her legs, clenching her teeth, eyes watering, and heart pounding. Asher starts to drink it, "Ahhhhhh that's refreshing, lemonade, is like a diuretic to me." He informs her, setting the glass down. Summer was whining, and had her hands jammed in her legs. "Man I really gotta go," She whines, struggling to hold. "Where do you have to go, surely there's nothing more important, then watching a document, and hanging out with me." He smirks, knowing exactly what she meant, he loves messing with her. "I really have to use the bathroom, really bad." She whines, standing doing the potty dance. "Surely you don't have to go that bad, you just went." He inform her. "I went for 10 seconds, and that didn't really help, you gave me a jug a water, forced me to drink all of it, and with the water I still have in me. Tell me, if you had all that, you wouldn't need to go." She said to him, she couldn't keep still, her moving was the only way she was going to last. "No, because I have a bladder of steel, and can hold for hours." He explains, "unless I drink lemonade, then I have to go really bad, regardless of how much I drink." Asher said. "Maybe you should sit and be still, your distracting me from the documentary. She whines and sits, trying to be still as possible, which is very close to impossible, because it's was the way of her not losing it. "Eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh." She whines. "You know, you're very cute desperate, it's kinda hot." Asher smiles, as the lemonade rushes through his body, he had a big plan up his sleeve. "How much longer?" She asked, it felt like it's been thirty minutes. "You have 20 minutes to go." He laughs. "That's impossible, it's been longer than twenty minutes." She thought, she's a third way there, but still has 2/3 to go. "Don't worry, you can do it, it's not a long time, just try not to think about, waterfalls, fountains, peeing, rivers, sssssssssssss sound." He smirks, watching her hold herself, and crossing her legs. He seriously loved watching her this way, he knew she wasn't going to last, very long, but she better, because he's really looking forward for her peeing on him. Summer bladder was bulged, begging for a release, and she wasn't allowed to move, tons of thought of peeing is in her head, but she doesn't know if she'll be punished tomorrow if she goes now so she's trying her best, but is losing hope. Asher bladder is full, so he playfully starts to squirm, "Man I really gotta pee, I hope I can hold it, and not have an accident." "Please stop, this is already hard, and you mocking isn't helping." She whines, "I'm sorry, but I said I could torture you as much as I want, and you said deal, so I can do whatever I feel to you, and you won't do anything to stop me." He said. "But I really gotta go, it's an emergency, it's urgent." She whines. "Awe poor, baby, you're halfway there, you can hold for another 15 minutes." "Awe but please, I'll do anything to go sooner." She begs. A plan formed in his head, and he thinks it will be perfect bargain for her, she knows she won't refuse. "Okay, how about this, if you can hold it without moving or holding yourself for five minutes, I'll let you go, but tomorrow you'll be wearing underwear, and we'll be going out, and getting you some things, like treats, you like, so you can pick some things for you to have, but when I say you can wet you'll wet then and there, no potty, but other than that you can't wet at all, you can dribble, or let drops out, but no leak or big spurts, but you can spurt or leak if I say so, other than that dribble and dots, unless I say otherwise." He suggests. "Will there be a code word?" She asked. "Yes the code word, will be make rain for spurts and leaks. For a full release, it will be waterfall." He said. "Okay, so starting tomorrow, when I wake up this will happen?" She asked, making it clear. "Yes, tomorrow when I get you it starts. Do we have a deal?" He asked. "Uh huh." She said, rubbing her thighs. "Okay, remember, you can't move for hold yourself, for five minutes, then you can go? Are you ready?" "Yes, start counting because I can't take it." She said. He starts the five minutes, and he could tell she's trying her best not to move or hold. "Man, all that lemonade, really makes me gotta go potty." He whines, holding himself, bouncing from foot to foot. "And watching the waterfalls documentary doesn't help, I don't know if I can hold it, any longer, I really need to burst." He whines, he grabs the glass, see through glad tube, and takes off his jeans, holding his crotch, "Eh eh eh eh." He mocks her, from the corner of her eyes, his eyes are watering being really desperate. He loved mocking and torturing this girl, she makes it so easy. "I gotta go, I gotta go it's an emergency, I can't hold it." He whines,bouncing doing the potty dance. "I gotta potty, gotta potty, need to make a tinkle, it's about to come." He said, sitting his crotch over the tube, with his light green underwear on. "Ohhhhhhh it's coming, I'm about to burst." He said, letting a big leak, out as his underwear was becoming dark, "Ahhhhhhh I can't hold it, it's happening." He whines. The tube was barely filled, but Summer was watching shocked he was wetting himself, but whining as she was really torturing him, "he played a smart and unfair move." She thought. He was bouncing and squirming heavily, "Man I hope I can hold it, because I really gotta go, and I don't wanna accident." He whines, but another big wave of leaks went in the tube, which made a sound, as it hit the pee, but was inside of it. "Awe, I'm wet, gotta potty, it's making it worse." He whines, "I really gotta tinkle, and make some water. I gotta go bad, it's urgent, my bladder is begging to release my peepee. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh more is coming, I can't help it. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh." He whines, as tons, came out entering the tube, and his underwear was soaked, he's keeping an eye on her, he's surprised she hasn't wet or is moving. Man she really wants to go badly. "I can't hold it, I can't it needs to be released all at once, it's about to happen, no more holding back, it's about to rush out of me." He whines, as he released the rest of his flow, which started to gash out, it's all being released at once, the noise and echo could be heard through out the house. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this feels so good, it's nice to just let go, and be free, I feels loads better already. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh it's spilling, I'm trying to stop, but I can't and I won't." The tube was rather filling fast, with a light yellow color pee. This was definite torture for Summer, who was were tearing up, she was clenching teeth. "Ahhhhhh man I bet you really gotta go now. Huh?" He smirks, looking at her current state. "Yes, I do, and I'm about to burst, with or without permission." She said. "You better not, if you do you get tomorrow deal and then some." He threatens. "Like what?" She asked. "I am not telling, you'd have to wait if you do it or not." He responds. Asher was almost done, he slows his stream, just to really torture her. "Awe it's slowing down" He smirks. And then it rushes out, "Oh wait never mind." Asher finally finishes as her 5 minutes were up, filling the tub to the top, he empties the tube, and let's the water in the kitchen run. Slowly cleaning it. "Come on hurry, others has needs too." She whines. "Like what?" He asked. "While I still really really have to pee." She whines. "I'm coming, I'm just cleaning up my messsssssssssss" He said. She whines, "Come on, please, it's bad, and I don't have much time." She reminds him. He cleans the tube, but continued to let the water run. He placed the tube back, and his underwear crotch area is damp. He sits on his leather couch. "What seems to be the problem?" "I really need to pee." She whines. "But you haven't moved or hold yourself, in a while it must not be that bad." "You said I could go, if it's been five minutes,and i'm sure it has." She whines. "Show me, and tell me how bad, I want you to dance and talk like a little girl, who can't hold her pee, but still call me master." She shakily stands up, "Master I really really really really need to potty, it's an emergency, I'm wittle giwl, who too young to hold her tinkle. Pwease wet me potty, it's a big tinkle, I really gotta let me water out. NOW!!" She whines, bouncing, holding herself, shifting from foot to foot. She's doing the it's an emergency potty dance, which was really hot. "First take off your skirt, without letting any drop go?" He said, she slowly took off her skirt, needing to take break to hold her flood. She eventually had it off, bending over, holding herself. "Now I want you to come to me, and bend over me, with her face looking at me." He commands. She climbs on the couch, straddle over him. He slowly strokes her underwear, which makes her bounce, as she facing him. "Now ask me to go." He said. "Master, can I please let my peepee go, I've been a good giwl, I really gotta potty, now it's coming please, it's a big tinkle, a storm, a waterfall, a river?" She asked begging, "Yes princess, you may let your tinkles out, since you have been a good girl." He granted. She immediately let's go, her pee rushing out of her, spraying him and this couch, her panties was soaked inside and out, with no dry spot. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH this feels amazing, thanks for letting me go master, I really needed to go." "No problem, you just go, and if you have an accident, in the night, I won't be bad,since you probably will, and you're asleep with no control. Plus, you won't be able to get out of your crib to go." "Will I have protection?" She asked. "Yes, I don't want to keep washing your sheets, so yes, you'll have a big fluffy diaper." She continues to go, his entire lap, and underwear were soaked too, and the spot was a big puddle. She wasn't even halfway done. "Wow you really needed to go, I'm surprised to held all of this." He smiles, praising her. "Me too, I'm glad that it's all coming out." She smiles, sighing "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." some more. "Me too, when you said you had to potty, you clearly weren't kidding. Nice job." She continued to go for about 5 more minutes. Until her strong stream subsided to drops, then she was done. "You done?" He asked. "Yeah, I feel loads better." She said, as her bladder deflated like a beach ball. "Well you should, look at this mess." He chuckles. "No I'm going to clean up, the couch, then give us a bath, and get ready for bed." He said, knowing she would probably tired after this big release. She whines, and nods her head. Asher then turns off the faucet was it is not needed anymore, as it done its job. Asher grabs a towel, and spray and starts to wipe the pee off with a towel, and sprays her couch, and wipes it with a paper-towel. Luckily she didn't get the floor, so that's a good sign. He sprays some Febreze, which was tropical flavor. "Ready, for bath then bedtime?" He asked, she sleepily nods her head. "I promise it will be quick, so I can get you to sleep." He looks at the clock, which read 8:30pm, so it's getting close to her bedtime. He carries her upstairs to the bathroom, where he takes off all her clothes. He started the tub, and then he took off his clothes, it would be easier and quicker, if they bathed together. Once the bath water was luke warm, he placed her in and then got in himself, he starts scrubbing her with peach scented body soap, scrubbing her arms, legs, crotch, butt, back, breast, making it smell peachy. Then he starts scrubbing himself, with a more manly smell, Coconut. He scrubs his entire body, as well. He let's it soak in, before he rinses them both off. He knew she was close to being asleep, so he had to be quick. He starts scrubbing her hair, with french vanilla 2in1 shampoo and condtioner, no dandruff- of course. Then he scrubs his hair with green apple shampoo and condition, also 2in1. scrubbing it in setting it deep in his scalp. He scrubs her hair, letting the shampoo, set in. He counts to 120 seconds in his head, then rinses all the shampoo from both their heads. He let's the water go down the drains, and dries both them off. Once they were completely dry, she placed her on his bed, with a towel under her, just in case she goes in her sleep- yes she's asleep. He changes into black boxer and sweats, not having a shirt on. Luckily she didn't go. He went to her room, and placed her on the changing table, placing a diaper, a big fluffy sea creature diaper, it would definitely hold her accidents. Then he changed her into a white footie pajamas with pink polkadots, which had button on diapered area. He places her in her crib, and drapes a butterfly blanket, over her tired body. "Goodnight Master." She yawns. "It's not master, it's daddy." He whispers, turning on a night light, and kissing her forehead, shutting her big light off, and leaving her door ajar. He knew that's he's his dream little girl, and can't wait for tomorrow and the rest of their lives together. ~Hope you like the second chapter, I promise it'll be posted tonight, and I held my word. Leave comments and suggestions below and I'll take suggestions and I'm open to respective criticism. I'll write the third and fourth chapter tomorrow.~ Edited May 29, 2015 by Elevate4Btr (see edit history)
Chapter 3: We Made a Deal Throughout the night, Summer had accidents in her diaper. Her diaper was swollen and completely yellow. She had two big accidents, and one small one. Her diaper could absolutely hold more, since it's so thick, but it's close to her wake up time, so I don't think it will. Asher wakes up, and gets dressed, he is wearing a white V-neck shirt, with a light gray cardigans, dark jeans, with black vans. His hair is the same yes yesterday his bangs were swept. He brushes his teeth, making them minty fresh, spraying some Axe deodorant on him. He had the Axe Excite Body Spray, which smells like coconut, hazelnut and caramel. So it's pretty much a typical Starbucks drink acting as deodorant. He's now ready to wake up his little girl and have some fun today, and see how's much she wet during the night. He slowly opens her door, where she is still asleep, he approaches the crib, and lightly shakes her. She whines, rubs her eyes, and sits up in her crib, "What time is it?" "It's 7:45, let's get you ready to go to the store." He smiles, picking her up from her crib, picking out some khakis, and a white shirt, and some light blue panties. He places her on the changing table, and takes off her pajamas, and saw her swollen diaper. "Man you really had to potty, during the night." He chuckles. "I'm sorry." She yawns. "No don't be sorry, I'm glad you used you diapee, but remember our deal. You can only go potty when I say, you'll have code words, and when I use rain, you'll spurt where ever we're at, and if I say flood, you will let go all of your tinkle, no matter where we at. But you can let out dribbles and drops, whenever you need too, but don't abuse it." He changes her into the clothes he picked out. He then carried her to the kitchen to make some breakfast, "What would you like to eat?" He asked. "I don't know, what do you have?" She asked. "I have cereal, fruit salad, yogurt, I can make pancakes, or french toast." He listed off. "I would like some fruit salad and yogurt." She said. "Okay, I have vanilla, strawberry, cherry, and regular yogurt." "Can I have vanilla, please?" She said. "Sure I am going to have the same thing, want some apple juice?" He asked. "Yes please." He places her food in front of her,and poured her some juice, and he sat next to her with his food and juice in front of her. "Drink up, I don't want you hydrated." They both started to eat and drink. "Are you going to pack an extra bag?" She asked. "Yes, we'll be going to the store, then out for lunch, so I'll bring other clothes. So you'll be home for nap-time." He said. She finished eating after 15 minutes,and was squirming because of the juice. He noticed, and knew it would be too easy, which he loved, he got up and did the dishes, which made Summer squirm and cross her legs. He placed the rinsed dishes in the dish washer. "Now let's pack your bag." He smiles. They went up to her room, and he found a old backpack of his- it was blue plaid. He chose a light washed denim jeans, and white panties. He placed it in the bag, along with some juice boxes. "Now let's go shopping." He cooed. Summer squimingly walks to the car, and sits in the passenger seat. Asher got in the driver seat, and started to drive to the ABDL store, but he took the long way and the bumpy way. "I have juice for you in your bag, I want you to drink two for me. I don't want you to get sick and dehydrated." She gulps nervously, and grabs the bag, and picked out two juice boxes. She set the bag at her feet. She opens one of the juice boxes and starts to drink it, rather fast. Once she finished it, she threw it in the trash bag, and starts on the second one, drinking it slowly, her bladder expands and sloshes. She finished both in 10 minutes. She slowly dribbles, and holds herself. "Don't worry we're almost there." He reassure, looking at her in her current state. "I gotta go, I'm dribbling." She whines, as she continues to slowly dribble. "It's okay to dribble princess, hold on we'll be there in five minutes." She continues to hold herself, and like Asher said, they were they five minutes later. Summer's body was wound like a pretzel her face was scrunched up. She looks like she was about to burst. He gets out of the car,and opens her side of the door helping her out of the car, he noticed her khakis and there was a small spot on it. He sets her to her feet. "Okay, I sense rain coming." He said, indicating she can let a spurt go. She didn't even hesitate, she starts to spurt, her spot was getting bigger, and her pants were getting darker. Once her spot was a big as a quarter, he told her "Okay, you can stop for now, I'll let you spurt again soon, just for now, do little dribbles." She still had to go, but she felt a bit better. She held his hand as they entered the store. He smiles, because he wasn't expecting that. He picked her up and places her in the cart. He starts going to the snack/drink aisle, "Pick you the snacks you want." He said. "I want pudding cups, sour cream and onions Pringles, trail-mix, strawberries, banana, mandarin oranges, pineapples, and mini doughnuts." She said, he places her item she asked for in the cart. "Now, choose your drinks sweetie." He said. "Can I have strawberry banana juice, peach mango juice. Black cheery fizzy water?" "Sure,princess." He smiles, loving that she's healthy. "Why are we buying stuff, if you already have some?" She asked. "Because I bought stuff, to decorate, and some thing because I thought they would be fun, now I want you to choose some things that you like and would enjoy," He explains. "Oh, so I can pick some clothes and toys?" She asked. "Yes princess, and some soap because I only have stuff for me." "I want toys first, daddy." She smiles. "Whatever you want." He smiles. She dribbles in her panties. He went to the toy section. "I want tea seat, cooking set, dollies, bunnies, teddies, duckies." She smiles. He placed everything in the cart, that she wanted. "Now some clothes." He chuckles. She dribbles some more, make the spot bigger and darker. He noticed, and strokes her cheeks, as she starts to blush. "It's okay, I'll let you go soon." He promises. He went to the clothes section, "Okay, pick anything you want princess." She pics pink blue and purple princess costumes, chevron dresses, tutus, tiaras, and princess shoes. "Awe my princess is going to be a princess." He smiles. "What's next?" She asked, holding herself. "Now we'll pick out a car seat and stroller, for you." He smiles. He pushed her to the car seat and stroller aisle. She chose a pink and white polka dot car seat. And a purple stroller with blue butterflies. "Where now?" She asked, squirming and crossing her legs. "Soap and kid bath toys, but you can rain again." He whispers. She didn't hesitate, she spurts again, making a tiny spot under her, and her khakis get darker, and spot gets bigger. After 15 seconds he told her "Okay sweetie, that's enough, you'll let the rest out before we leave." He said. "Okay, and change?" She asked, "yes, we'll change you, eat lunch, and since you been good we can play at the park." She smiles and giggles, "yay, wanna pway." She bounces. " "We will and maybe get ice cream too?" He suggests, "But that mean you have to be careful with dribbles because I only brought one spare clothes with you." He warns her. "Okay, I'll twy." She blushes. They finally went to the soap, and bath toys aisle. "Can I get the watermelon shampoo/conditioner and the peach bodywash?" She asked. "You sure can, because it's your stuff." He smiles, setting them in the cart, "Now pick some fun toys, towels and robe." She chose sea creatures, ducks, and a boat toys. She chose a pink pretty princess towel. And an cute soft purple butterfly robe. "Nice choices." He smiles, "And now we pay, go home put the grocery away eat, nap, park." He said. "What about icecream?" She asked, tearing up. "Sweetie, we're going to make sundae at home, after dinner." He reassure,wiping her tears, "no need to cry." He said. "I thought you forgot the ice cream." "No, I wouldn't, I knew you were excited about it." "Will I wear a diapee during my nap?" She asked. "Yes, so you don't tinkle in the bed, but I'll let you sleep in my bed, and I'll nap with you, if that's okay?" "Uh huh, wanna snuggle with daddy." "Then that's what we'll do." He smiles, kissing her forehead. "This line is long." She said. "I know, but you can dribble, it's okay." He said. "Yeah I gotta potty," She said, dribbling a little. "I know, you're going to go,when we get to the car." "In my pants?" "Yes, pumpkin, then I'll change you and we'll eat lunch. Where do you wanna eat at?" He asked. "Burger King, I want nuggets." "Okay, princess, we'll eat there, wanna share with daddy?" "Yeah, pwease?" She asked. "Yes, we can. what do you want to drink?" "Sprite, if that's okay?" "That's fine, there's no caffeine in it, so my baby won't be crazy." He giggles. "Daddy, how much longer?" She asked. "We're almost there. How about one more rain puddle." He says. She let's some rain out, her crotch, was pretty wet, not soaked. He counted to 20, feeling generous, "Okay, princess, no more, back to dribble." She stops, "Daddy, have I been a good girl?" "Yes, you've been an angel, I'm so proud of you, that's why you get park and ice cream." She smiles, they were finally at the checkout lane, and they paid for everything, and went to the car, Asher puts everything in the trunk and puts the cart away, he put Summer standing on the ground, bouncing. "You ready to make some water?" He asked. "Uh huh, pwease." "I'll let you go, but you have to answer this question.Who is your favorite person?" "It's you daddy, I wub you, I gotta potty dada." She said. He was fluttered by her answer, "You can make waterfall, but spread your legs, so you don't get your shoes dirty. She spreads her legs, and sighs, letting her pee go, it rushed out of her she's been dying to go, although she was wetting herself, she didn't care, she was just glad to let her flood out. It was clear, and her pants were getting soaked, it looked like a water fall, rushing down, hitting the rocks, or in this case the parking lot hard, it sounded like hail hitting the ground. Asher loved the sight, he loved watching her pee, but also loved watching her feel relieved and better. He's surprised by how much she has regressed, and it hasn't been 24 hours yet. It was about 3 minutes longs, but her stream finally came to an end. "Oh princess, you really had to potty, let change you." He places her in the back seat laying down, he takes her pants and undies off, looking at them there was no dry spot. He got out the new pants and new panties,and put the old stuff in the bag,and put her new stuff on, "Does that feel better?" He asked. "Yeah, nice and dry." She smiles, feeling so relieved. "Now Burger King, with my favorite princess." He smiles. She giggles, as they drove to Burger King. He carried her into Burger King, as it took them 20 minutes. He ordered the chicken nuggets, with fries and a large drink of sprite, since they were sharing they needed a big size so they have enough for the two. "Thanks for lunch daddy." She said, "No problem angel, it's your treat for being good and listening." They got their food, and Asher splits in 50/50, but he's going to make sure that Summer drinks more of the drink so they can continue their deal. They started eating, and every few minutes he'd ask Summer to take drinks, he knew she was going to take a nap, but she could really need to go when she wakes up, so it only make sense for getting all the liquid in her now, so they can continue their deal. He loved seeing Summer like this it was cute, watching her struggle and hold herself, then watching her relieved face, when she let's some and even all of it out. They finished, and Asher got a refill of Sprite. "I want this to be gone, by the time we get home sweetie." He said. Summer bladder was already getting pretty from the first Sprite and now he wants her to drink some more, this would definitely put her bladder over the edge, she starts drinking it as she was told. They get in Asher car and head home, by the time they got home Summer finished it. They put the groceries and stuff away, Summer was dribbling every 5 minutes, she really had to go. Now it was time for Summer nap. Asher placed a diaper on Summer, he didn't put her pants on, she's just going to leave her diaper and shirt on. "Remember,you can tinkle in your sleep, and you won't be in trouble since you can't control your bladder when you're sleeping." He reminds her, carrying her to his bed. Summer yawns, as a nap sounded good. He gently placed her in his bed, putting the cover on her, kissing her forehead. Then he crawls on his side of the bed, since he did promise to take a nap with her. They had a two hour nap, and Summer soaked her diaper, it was so full who knows if it could hold another wetting, and she still has to go. Asher and Summer woke up, blushing at her full yellow diaper. Asher saw her diaper, once he took the blanket off of her, "Man, is there any room for another wetting?" He asked, smiling. "I don't think so, and I gotta go." She whines, holding herself. "Well, let's change you and go to the park, you can wait, you wetted enough for now. He changes her into her underwear and her new outfit from her backpack, and isn't packing another since this outfit should be enough. She's dribbling as she getting to the car. "Remember this is only outfit, so let's make it count." He said, driving to an ABDL park. "Sorry, I really gotta go potty." She whines. "Well, once we start playing,you can make a little rain." He said. "Why not when we get there?" She asked, doing the potty dancing, while sitting. "Because, you had many wets in your sleep, you can hold it for a little." She said. "Okay, fine." She said, dribbling, she was glad she was aloud to dribble, and make drops. The arrive at the park, and he gets her out, "So what do you wanna play on first?" He asked. "The swing, can you push me?" She asked. "I sure can." He smiles, carrying her to the swing, and places her in it, and started to push her lightly. She was giggling and laughing, which wasn't good for her bladder, "Daddy, need the potty." She said. "Okay, since you really need to tinkle, you can rain." He whispered. She didn't hesitate, she started making a big rain, it gushing out of her fast. He counted to 10, and told her "Okay that's enough." She stops, and she had a big patch on her pants, but her pee rapidly came out. They played on the swing for 20 minutes, before moving to the sand He noticed how wet he pants were, but he knew her pee rapidly came out, and she stopped, as he was pushing the swing in front of her, to make sure she could see her stop when she had too. They started building sandcastle, she wished she had bucket and shovel, "Later, when we need to go too the store, we'll buy you some." He smiles. That made her day, she wished she could make a proper sandcastle and not imagine one, but as long as she was with her daddy, she's perfectly fine. One kid saw her jacked up sandcastle and stomps on it, which made Summer very emotional, that she dribbles in her jeans, the kid snickers, and sprays juice on her pants, which Asher noticed. "Sweetie, wanna go down the slide, then go home?" He asked. "It wasn't me." She said, not wanting to be punished. "Awe princess I know, you been a good girl, I know it was that naughty boy, let's go home." He said, carrying her to the car. "No daddy slide." She said, holding herself. "How about we watch a movie while we eat, and call of our deal since you been a very good girl today, who doesn't fight me and listened all day?" He suggest. "Can I pick da movie, and cuddle?" She asked. "Yes, now." He sets her to the ground. "You may make a waterfall." He smiles. She burst and her pants become soaked all over, and a puddle forms under her, "Ahhhh dis feels good." "I know, you've been holding that since we woke up from our nap, now whenever you gotta go, you can go in your new pull pull ups." "I don't have to ask?" She asked, almost done, as her spurt were long and forced. "No, just go when you need too, and I'll change you, unless you wanna wear a diaper, which holds multiple wets?" "Diapee pwease." She smiles, finishing. "Okay, when we get home, I'll bathe you, change you into some Pajamas, make dinner watch a movie, eat ice cream and go to bed." She smiles, loving the plan, as they drove home. Once they arrive home, he picks her up and is getting ready for her bath. "Do you need to potty, before I take off your clothes?" He asked. She nods her head, squirming, he placed her on the toilet with her clothes on. "Since I already need to wash these, might as well continue to go." He said. She closes her eyes and concentrate as she starts to pee on the toilet, hearing little drips in the water, "Daddy, why me get a bath now?" She asked. "Because your dirty from your wets, and if you make a mess with dinner or ice cream it's just changing your clothes and wiping your face. This is in case you're too tired." He explains. "Oh." She says finishing. He takes off her clothes, placed toys and bubbles in the bath. She starts playing with the toy duck, as he starts washing her hair and body. "Quack,quack." She smiles. He chuckles to himself, as his little girl is just too cute. How lucky was he, she changed so much in the 24 hours. She fitting into role really well. "Okay princess, your all clean." He smiles. "Okay ducky see you tomorrow." She said, kissing his beak, cutely. "Come here my sweet adorable princess." He smiles, wrapping her into her princess outfit. "Now let's pick our your pajamas." He smiles, carrying her to her room. "Do we have an "I love daddy" Pajamas?" She asked. "We sure do, it's pink." He smiles, kissing her forehead. "Yay, my favorite color." She beams. He dries her off and changes her into her footsie pajamas. "Now let's make dinner, and watch a movie." He smiles. "Want we eating?" She asked. "We're going to have cute little mini pizzas." "Can I help?" She asked. "Sorry, it's going to be very hot in the kitchen, but you could help my keeping me company?" He suggest. "Can I dwaw you a pictuwe?" She asked. "You sure can, and want some juice?" He asked. "Pwease?" She asked, he smiles placed some paper at the table and hands her some crown and a juice box. She started drawing her a picture of them at the park, saying "love you daddy, from princess" He finished cooking, as she finished drawing. "Daddy me done with drawing." She said, finishing her juice box. "Oh, sweetie, can I see?" He asked. "Yeah." She said, handing it to him. His eyes had tears forming, he loves the picture and the message, "It's beautiful baby, it's going on the fridge." He said, taping it to the fridge, and hands her another juice box. "Now what movie, do you wanna watch?" "Do you have wittle mewmaid?" She asked. "Yes, I own all Disney movies." He said, carrying their food down the basement, and turned the movie on and handed her, her food, "It's hot baby, so be careful." He said as the movie was starting. She was watched the movie and ate her food, wetting her diaper, as he stream could be heard, as her diaper crinkles, and how she pees pretty loud. Once it was halfway through the movie, Asher pauses it, "Wanna make some sundaes?" He asked. "Yeah, but I went tinkle in the diaper." She blushed. "I know." He said, feeling how wet it is. "You're fine it's not as wet as it been a few times." He carries her up the stairs. "Want vanilla, strawberry, or chocolate icecream?" He asked. "Stwawbewwy." She giggles. He got her strawberry, as he got choclate. "Want sprinkles?" He asked. "Pwease?" She beams. He put sprinles on the both of theirs and some whipcream and a cherry on top. "Wooks beautiful daddy, it should go on da fwidge." She smiles. "Thanks baby, but only your art goes on the fridge." He said, going back to the movie. They ate their ice cream and finished the movie. Once the movie was finished, Summer lays on his lap and fell asleep. Asher covers her up, since he had a fun day, and decided to camp out here, since he didn't want a cranky baby. "Night night, angel daddy loves you." He smiles, as he fell asleep. ~Sorry it took awhile, but it's long and really cute. Sorry if the ending was kinda rushed, but they watched a movie, no one talks through a movie, typically and they were eating so not much could be talked about, chapter 4 should be coming in a few days, but I won't say a date, and it doesn't come on that date, so I'm not making any promises. Hope you like chapter 3.~ Edited June 2, 2015 by Elevate4Btr (see edit history)
!!!WARNING!!! THIS STORY IS MATURE, I MEAN IT REFERENCES THINGS "DOWN THERE", SO PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!! I had been dating my tomboy girlfriend Erica for a few months now. She was tall for a girl at 5 foot 11, in extremely good shape, and had long black hair and deep blue eyes. We really liked each other and I had the feeling that she might be the one. One thing I loved as much as any though, was that she never seemed to need to pee. Not once in our months of dating had she ever had to excuse herself for the bathroom, even if we hung out for hours. I hadn’t revealed my holding fetish to her yet, and was scared to do so, but finally the perfect opportunity came up. It was my birthday, and as a present Erica suggested that she would do anything I asked. “Tomorrow’s your special day, so I’ll do whatever you want, big guy,” she told me with a twinkle in her eye. Slowly I admitted to her my desperation fetish and asked her to hold her pee for me, since I had never seen her desperate before. Erica raised her eyebrows at the suggestion. “That’s it? Just drink a lot and don’t go to the bathroom? Sure hun, I can do that, no problem.” That weekend, on Saturday, Erica came over, telling me she “pissed before bed at 10 last night and that’s it. No peeing on my big guy’s birthday.” I was in heaven as she spoke, only managing to pull myself together to help make some breakfast. Erica had 2 glasses of juice to my 1, and she had a cup of coffee to top herself off. Then we went into the living room and played video games on my huge flat screen television until about 1 in the afternoon. Then we had lunch, and Erica made a point to chug a whole liter of Gatorade while I watched. “Guess where that’s going?” she said with a playful grin. I asked, and she replied, “My bladder. But it’s not coming out of there anytime soon. My guy wants me to hold it.”We played a few more hours of video games, with Erica not doing so much as even crossing her legs despite holding her morning pee and having drank almost 2 liters. Then we decided to go and chill at the mall for a while. It may not have seemed like much, but to me just getting to spend time with Erica was enough of a birthday present for me, never mind the fact that she was holding a filling bladder for me. We saw a horror movie, and of course Erica, as she always did, needed the largest possible Coke offered to complete any movie viewing experience. We got out of the movie and it was 7 pm – time for dinner. As we left the theater Erica mentioned casually, “Wow, you know it’s been 21 hours since I last used the bathroom? And I’ve drank a lot today too! It’s really gonna be a gusher when I let it go.” My heart instantly leapt into my throat. “You have to go bad?” I managed to squeak out, loving every part of this conversation. “Mhmmm, I gotta go really bad.” came the reply, and I couldn’t help but be stunned, as Erica was still showing absolutely no signs of needing a bathroom break.We arrived back at my place after dinner at 9 pm. Erica had made sure to drink 2 large glasses of water while we were there, but besides keeping her legs close together in the car during the trip back, she still showed no signs of an urge. When we got back, I went back into the living room, intending to watch some tv with Erica and pass the rest of the night away cuddling, and perhaps more than cuddling, but to my surprise Erica didn’t follow me. “I’m just gonna go change, then I’ll be there with you. Don’t worry though, still not peeing. Gosh I could use a good piss right about now though!” I sat on the couch, intrigued but confused. Erica was a total tomboy. She never went to “change clothes”, she just wore her sweatshirts and jeans all the time. What was going on?“Hey big guy,” Erica’s voice came to my ear five minutes later, and when I turned my head I was floored by what I saw. Gone were the sweatshirt and jeans. In their place Erica was wearing only a tight black sports bra, highlighting her B cup tits perfectly, and some super tight spandex bike shorts, which made her ass look amazing and gave her a very noticeable camel toe. Also noticeable was the bulge of her bladder in her abdomen. Goodness, I was nearly drooling at the sight of her. “I figured my guy deserved a good show on his birthday,” Erica said with a flash of a smile, “And I also hope he doesn’t mind when his tough tomboy girlfriend starts having to do the pee-pee dance, because things are starting to get urgent down there.” She pointed to her prominent bladder for emphasis. Erica proceeded to stand in front of me, bending over to give me a perfect view of her sexy ass. She was almost giving me a strip tease, gyrating her body at times, letting me both watch tv and look at her as I pleased. I also noticed subtle squirms and fidgets within her strip tease, a sure sign that her iron bladder was finally nearing its limits. She danced like this for me until 10 pm, until the dance became less about trying to turn me on and more about keeping in her long-held flood. Then my Erica abruptly turned and came towards me. “Here,” she said, grabbing my hand and thrusting it into the bulge in her abdomen, “feel what my bladder feels like after 24 hours without peeing at all. I can’t remember ever having to go this badly, but I said I wouldn’t pee on your birthday, and when have I ever broken my word to you?” I was lost in full bladder heaven. I palmed her bladder, the bulge curving as if I was holding a softball. I pushed a little and she winced. It was very firm, the skin pulled taut around Erica’s bursting pee-filled melon. I pushed harder, and that made Erica groan “Ahhhh”, but still she remained motionless to my touch. Impressed by her endurance, I gripped her bladder in my hand as much as I could and pushed while squeezing, and that finally made Erica press her legs together and squat down to hold in her pent-up pee. “Careful, big guy,” she said from her knees, “you almost made it come out early!”Erica sat down next to me and began flipping channels on the television. She pulled a water bottle out from behind the couch and chugged it down in one go. Once she put the empty bottle down, I noticed that her hand balled up into a fist right next to her crotch. She was clearly getting desperate. After a few seconds Erica’s legs began jiggling and she huffed, “Bah, there’s nothing on! What do you say we watch something else?” I nodded blankly, barely hearing her as I watched her desperation continue to grow. So she got up and went to the DVD player, and besides her smaller steps and bulging lower belly, she somehow continued to manage to hide her overwhelming need. Erica reached behind the DVD player and fished out a blank disk. “My secret hiding spot,” she smirked, “so obvious no one ever notices.” She popped the disk in, gave a little squirm, and walked back to sit with me. Soon the DVD began to play, and I was awestruck as I realized Erica had put in a porn DVD!“You think you’re the only one who loves porn?” Erica asked, smiling. We sat and watched gigantically endowed men and surgically-enhanced women go at it, not speaking much, not moving besides Erica’s squirming legs, growing hotter and hotter with ever scene. After a half hour, Erica said frankly, “That’s it. I can’t resist any longer!” My heart sank a bit as I realized she was finally going to empty her bulging, 24 ½ hour full bladder. But when I turned towards her, I saw her taking off her sports bra, then pulling down her bike shorts and white thong and replacing them with her hand. Then she began to masturbate in front of me, still staring at the screen. Erica tore her eyes away from the orgy on the TV long enough to tell me, “Don’t lie, you’ve been wanting to do this too. Go ahead! But don’t cum, I want to take care of that.” I had a hard enough time tearing my eyes away from her long enough to get my pants down, but soon my hand was wrapped around my rock hard penis and we sat on the couch, masturbating together, soft moans occasionally escaping our lips. We sat like that for a half hour, and when I looked over at my tomboy girlfriend, fingers strumming over her clit, I noticed that her free hand would occasionally stray to her bloated bladder, pushing on it gently. This action was accompanied by a particularly guttural moan each time. ‘My God!’ I thought, ‘She’s actually getting off on her full bladder!’ I had to fight hard not to cum just from that thought alone, and I managed to resist, but precum was now flowing freely from the tip of my penis.As Erica hit 25 hours without peeing, she rose again from the sofa on shaky legs and went back to the DVD player. She looked behind it again, sifting through disks with one hand and now having to keep the other balled up against her crotch, knees bending with every new wave of urgency. Finally she pulled out another DVD, switched it with the one in the player (depriving the self-proclaimed cumslut on the screen of her next load), started the new DVD, and sat down again.Suddenly I saw a girl in a red dress on the television. She was squirming around, and I slowly realized I was watching a desperation video. “But…how did you have…” I asked out loud. Erica fist pumped to herself, subtly but noticeably, and I saw a look of happiness on her face. “You like it, good,” she said, now bouncing on the couch to keep control of her bursting bladder, “I got curious after you told me about your fetish, so I did some research on the internet. I didn’t know what type of video you liked most, so I just put on some of everything. You’ve got girls who’ve gotta pee, like me right about now, girls peeing in toilets, girls wetting themselves, girls peeing outside, and even a few I found of girls peeing for over a minute! I hope you like it.”I was speechless as the video of the girl in the red dress ended and was replaced by a Japanese girl wetting a desperate gusher into the toilet, but my cock stayed at attention and that certainly did not go unnoticed by Erica. She saw me, throbbing and hard, and laughed a little. “Yeah, you like it.” she said, almost to herself, before leaning over and grabbing me with her hand. She began to stroke, and I had to catch myself from immediately cumming to her expert handjob skills. She kept at it as the television switched to a power wetting scene, and once again I willed myself to keep from blowing my load.In a sudden burst of inspiration, no doubt brought on by my nearly unbearable horniness, I squirmed under Erica and kept her on top of me, putting us in a 69 position with me on the bottom. She gasped at this unexpected movement and I felt her clench her entire body hard to prevent flooding my face with piss. I dove into her sopping pussy with my tongue, at the same time hearing her gasp before drowning out such a girlish cry by planting her mouth down on my erect penis. We had 69’ed before, but this time it was different, more intense. I realized Erica’s body was closer to me than usual in this position…well, one part of her was closer at least. Her large bladder, swelled to its fullest with piss, was pushing out her abdomen like there was a giant ball inside her. Her bladder had swollen up way past her naval, giving a sharp contrast as her flatter stomach gave way to this gigantic bulge. It was a beautiful and beautifully erotic sight. I was overwhelmed. I had to touch it.I reached up and palmed her bladder in my hands. Even with both hands I was barely able to touch all of it at once. Instantly Erica reacted to this newfound pressure by fidgeting her hips back and forth. She began to mewl softly as I continued touching her massively-filled piss chamber. Her bladder was totally rock hard to my touch. Erica really was bursting, but she continued to hold for me. She had already done so much for me today, but I had to have more. I had to find her limits. My hands continued to move over her overstretched bladder, over 25 hours full, sphincter clearly weakened from such a toll. Then, I told her, “Hold on!” and without further warning I began applying pressure to her bladder with my hands. Erica yelled and bucked. I felt her using all of her muscle strength to hold back her flood, which was now forcibly trying to be pressed out. My tomboy girlfriend managed to grunt, “I hope…you…like this, big guy,” before going crazy trying to hold. Her muscles, already taut, somehow tensed further. Her legs squeezed together, trapping my head and still-licking tongue against her most intimate parts. Erica began to kick her feet up and down and punched the sofa in agony. “Ahhhhh!” she moaned loudly, and I knew that I’d pushed her bladder as far as I could in this way without triggering a flood.Slowly I eased up the pressure of my hands on her bulbous urinary organ, until I was just touching it with my palms. Erica continued bucking, rapidly clenching her sphincter over and over, trying to keep in her amazing, hurting load of piss. Gradually her bladder began calming down enough for her to hang on, and the bucking slowed to a halt. Her legs kept scissoring, and she was clearly being pushed to her limit by the monstrous amount of piss in her ample bladder, but she’d managed to grasp at the last vestiges of her control and keep her pee plugged up inside her. For now. Just as she seemed as calm as she was going to get, I moved my tongue down to her bulging clit and began licking fiercely. Within seconds Erica’s body tightened up all over again, though now for a much different reason. I sensed she was on the verge of cumming and put my hands firmly on her ass, ready to hold her steady so I could keep licking her as she convulsed during orgasm.But then Erica gave a desperate cry, “Stop! If I cum…I’ll piss!” My penis nearly erupted right there, but I held back somehow. I forced myself to slow the pace of my licking, keeping Erica on the edge of orgasm but not pushing her over. Erica regained what little composure she had left and began working on my cock, slick with gobs of precum, with her hands and hot, wet mouth. “Don’t you dare cum either!” she told me firmly between breaths before going back down on me. I desperately tried to cope with this instruction, and resolved to make things as difficult for her as I could. I stayed on her clit, keeping her one iota from orgasm. We continued to work each other over, becoming a writhing, desperate, horny mass of flesh. Though half of Erica’s writhing and moaning was from her near to exploding bladder. It continued to grow as her kidneys pumped more and more pee into it, and I couldn’t believe that she was keeping it contained. I kept waiting for a burst, a squirt, even a drip of pee to hit me, but Erica’s strong bladder refused to give in, even now. And so we kept teasing each other, edging the other as much as possible, over and over and over.Finally, Erica screamed, “Alright, I can’t take it anymore! Bedroom, now!” I ceased my licking and asked, “You sure? Right here might be easier…” “No! it has to be the bedroom!” she asserted forcefully, teetering on the brink of both orgasm and bladder relief. Erica groaned as she lifted herself off of me, and when she tried to stand she had to bend over and stand bow-legged, such was the weight of the pee in her bladder. And what a bladder it was! I had never seen anything like it before in my life. My girlfriend looked absolutely pregnant with pee. I didn’t know how she could cope with such a load. Her sphincter had to be seconds away from giving out after holding for…I looked over Erica’s shoulder and saw on the digital clock on her mantle that it was 12:05 am. Not only had Erica successfully kept from releasing her pee for the duration of my birthday, but she’d been holding for over 26 long hours!Clearly such a massive amount of holding had taken its toll. Erica began grabbing her crotch as hard as she could and doing squats in a last-ditch effort to stay dry for a few more seconds. I couldn’t believe my tough, strong, incredible tomboy girlfriend was now doing a pee dance that would put the most small-bladdered girly schoolgirl to shame. I stood, cock still jutting out, hard as iron, mesmerized by the sight in front of me. Erica looked at me with wild eyes and waved her arms frantically, “What are you waiting for?! Bedroom!! Can’t hold it!!” Erica took off running, as fast as the pounds of pee weighing on her overburdened sphincter would let her. I snapped out of my daze and raced after her. She pee-danced her way up the stairs and nearly flew into the bedroom. I followed close behind, taking in the erotic sight of it all.Erica clambered onto the bed on all fours and yelled, “Hurry! Fuck me! It’s almost coming out!” I hesitated for just a moment, shocked because Erica normally insisted on being on top to control the action, but Erica yelled to hurry once more, now bouncing on the bed on all fours as her bladder continued to rebel against her. I rushed up behind her and in one swift motion impaled her on my throbbing penis. The effect was immediate, as Erica began to have pre-orgasmic groans of pleasure. I put both hands around her enormous bladder bulge and started to thrust as quickly and forcefully as I could. With how turned on we were and how much teasing we had endured, it only took four thrusts to send us both into the throes of orgasmic bliss. We screamed out our pleasures as our bodies were rocked with the hardest simultaneous orgasm either of us had ever experienced. For ten seconds we climaxed together, in total ecstasy, and just as we were both starting to come off of the peak of it Erica screamed, “Move! Now! Can’t wait! Gonna burst!” My girlfriend roughly jumped off the bed, as quick as she could, and pulled out from under my bed a large measuring jug. In one swift motion she squatted next to the bed and put the jug between her legs. The second it was under her pussy, she began to unleash an absolute torrent of piss into it. Her iron bladder had survived, if only just, and now all of the pee that had been built up for over 26 hours had to come out. Erica was breathing rapidly and couldn’t help but squeal with relief as the torturous pee flooded out of her. She bore down to empty faster, unable to bear having a full bladder for even a moment longer. I watched in amazement from the bed as she hissed a twisty jet of pee into the already half-full jug. After almost three minutes of hard, relieving peeing, Erica was empty, and the jug was nearly full. She gave me a smile, wiped the sweat from her face, and asked, “Well, birthday boy, how was that?” I could only laugh at the absurdity of the question. “It was breathtaking, it was amazing, perfect in fact!” I told her. “Perfect?” she asked, “That’s going to be a problem then.” “How so?” I asked, bewildered. “Because,” Erica continued, “How am I ever gonna top this next time if this was ‘perfect’?” My face lit up. “Next time??” I asked in anticipation, “You mean you’d do it again? You liked it? Really??” Erica gave a short giggle, “Well of course I’ll do it again. I mean, I only peed…let’s see…2.2 liters. I gotta improve on that!” Those words nearly made me faint, but I kept it together and managed to ask, “Hey, anyway, how’d that jug get there? It's different from mine, much bigger in fact, and in any case I don’t keep my jug there.” “I put it here a few days ago while you were in the bathroom,” she replied, smiling mischievously, “I figured you’d like if I peed in it after sex for you. That’s why we had to come to the bedroom. But damn, I wasn’t expecting all that teasing beforehand. I was just about to piss myself! Of course, that just means my iron control still isn’t good enough and I should practice more, but only if my big guy is ok with that.” I beamed at her and hugged her, and we settled down into bed for what would surely be the most restful sleep either of us had gotten in a long, long time.
Jack was young and nervous. As he sat in the coffee shop waiting for his date he almost regretted his decision, it had started a few days ago on a kink dating site online. Innocently enough, well as much as discussing fetishes online could be. Jack checked his smartphone again, timidly checking the time as he drank his large milky coffee, he checked his emails to make sure all the details and times were right. This was his first meet up of this sort before and he would be lying to himself if he wasn't terrified. The man he'd been exchanging messages with went by the name of "Mr. tight", a pseudonym he was sure, 'Mr. tight' had exchanged few details but time and place. All Jack knew was that he was meeting an experienced dom and one who had self described, "acquired tastes". Jack, checked his phone as he sipped the dregs of his coffee. "Mr. tight" was five minutes late. Jack gasped a little as he saw a man wearing a smart shirt and black trousers gesture to him across the road. The man was handsome and powerfully built, suddenly Jack felt self conscious of his thick glasses and skinny frame. He grabbed his coat and crossed the road raising an arm to shake the mans hand. "Erm you must be Mr tight" said Jack a little shakily. "And you must be Jack" Said the man, his hands deep in his pockets refusing to shake his hand. "Y-yes" said Jack "So what do we do now?" "Well before we do anything I need to know I have your consent for anything I do tonight" said the man "But in case we cross any of your lines the safe word is 'Chutzpah' okay?" "Okay" said Jack "So what now?" "Whatever I say" the man said firmly as he began walking down the quiet street as night fell "Now follow me and be quiet" . They walked, Jack following the man silently through the evening streets down for a what seemed to Jack like an hour, until they came to a series of garages in one of the more run down parts of town. The man swiftly took a look over his shoulder and opened a garage door. As he peered into the darkness Jack regretted his coffees he had in the shop as the first pangs of needing to urinate started to reverberate around his bladder. The man turned on a light switch and unveiled a metal table loaded with water bottles, a pair of handcuffs and what looked like several meters of rope. "Sit down Jack" he commanded as he pulled out a chair removing his coat and putting two liter water bottles in front of the place set at the table. Jack sat as he was told, awkwardly sitting on the cold metal chair. "Now Jack" said the other man "I need you to start drinking those water bottles okay? You have five minutes to drink them both" Jack hesitantly began to sip one of the two bottles, but as the pressure on his bladder grew he knew he might have to use a toilet soon, never mind after drinking two liters of water. As he quickly drank the first bottle a squirt of urine spurted into his boxers. "Erm sir" Jack whispered "I need to erm pee" he awkwardly stammered shifting his feet nervously, also as a distraction technique from the growing pain in his bladder. "Oh dear Jack" the man laughed "Already?" "Yes sir.... I erm had a few coffee's before we met" "Well Jack I think you might be in for a damp night" Standing up Jack said "No erm I'm going to use the toilet" looking around he asked "where is the nearest one?" The man roughly pushed Jack back down onto the chair, as he did so a long squirt of pee pushed itself into Jacks trousers. While Jack was distracted the man grabbed one of his hands as he went to grab himself and without Jack even realising had handcuffed him to the chair. As Jack was pinned he felt the man tying his skinny legs to the cold metal furniture. Jack cried out as he was tightly tied to the chair, he knew he was in trouble now and he was barely able to hold in the pee as his only loose limb, his right hand grabbed his damp and dripping crotch as he knew he was going to wet himself very soon. "Oh Jack your in trouble now arent you?" the man said as he grabbed one of the water bottles and raised it to Jacks mouth, as he ignored Jacks protests he poured the water into Jacks mouth who swallowed the whole liter gulp by gulp. Giving Jack time to breath heavily he soon did the same with the second bottle. Dropping them both to the floor he lifted a small pill box from his coat and grabbed a 500ml bottle from the end of the table. "Okay Jack this is where the night really begins" he said his handsome face smiling at Jack for the whole duration of his sinister challenge "You will hold your pee for the next hour or their will be a serious consequence, if you are able to control your bladder for this time period you may leave... If not then you will take the maximum dose of these dueritc pills with this water bottle and I will leave you here overnight. Understood?" Jack nodded too preoccupied with holding his achingly full bladder to be distracted by speaking. "Good" said the man as he dragged another metal chair over to where Jack sat, the steel scrapping on the concrete floor. He took a smartphone out of his pocket and began taking photo's of Jack in this compromising position. Jack was holding himself tightly, he knew that he could not hold himself for an hour his damp hands were holding back the tide of pee which comes about from two coffees, a known natural diuretic on top of the whole days accumulated glasses of juice , water and tea. He was starting to regret his plans for the evening. Suddenly his grip on his bladder began to fail and contious large squirts of urine began to pour down his jeans and soak the pants of his trousers. "Oh Jack... Not even ten minutes?" the man said as Jacks bladder emptied itself all over the floor and down his soaking jeans. Jack looked down at himself panting with relief as the urine soaked his trousers and pooled around the metal chair. The ropes would be hard to untie now he thought as he knew they would be thick with his pee. He was relived but he knew now he was in for a worse punishment than what he had suffered. "Jack, Jack, Jack" said the man "You know what happens now dont you? as he got out the box of diuretics and opened the water bottle Jack nodded glumly. The man dropped the little pills one by one into Jacks mouth and he waited longer than was needed with the water knowing the taste of the medicine must be bitter and sour in Jacks mouth, when he was allowed to drink Jack finished the 500ml bottle and sat there silent with no choice but to wait for whatever his new masters willed to do with him. "Jack I think your in for a somewhat damp night" said the man as he pushed a ball of rope into Jacks mouth "So we don't want you crying out and spoiling the game now do we?" Tired and gagged Jack had no choice but to shake his head. "Good boy" said the man as he turned and moved toward the door of the lock up garage "I will be here at 10am tomorrow morning" putting his leather watch on the table in front of Jack. The time read 9.20pm "So you have nearly ten hours to hope you can hold your pee for longer" "Goodnight" said the man as he shut the door behind him. As the thick metal door shut Jack brief a muffled sigh of relief through the thick rope gag, as he began to pee once again into his soaked and cooling jeans. He could feel the water pills starting to work within him and after nearly three liters of water ingested he knew he was going to have a wet and sleepless night. Edited May 31, 2015 by liberty (see edit history)
Last year. Me and my two best friends went on a weekend away together. The morning we were to leave, I prepped the car and used the bathroom one last time before our 4,5 hour drive. I picked up my friends and we hit the road. After about two hours of driving, one of my friends said she needed to pee. I asked her how bad it was. Pretty bad, she told me, because she would have kept her mouth shut if that wasn't the case. I promised her I would stop as soon as I could. The first opportunity to leave the highway, I 'accedently' missed. I got stuck between two trucks, and I couldn't make it to the exit on time. I apologized to her, as she started wiggling to hold her bladder. I loved seeing her wiggle and push her legs together from the corner of my eyes. The poor girl had to wait another 20 minutes before we hit a gas station. Because the weather had been very warm, we all had our own bottle of water (1,5 each). And I had finished mine for about 1/3. Then my other friend, from the back started to complain about her needing to go as well. So I stopped at the next gas station, I filled up the car, and refilled my bottle. They made way to the toilet, and I didnt. Then we hit the road again. After another 2h drive, I started feeling my bladder to fill up seriously, due to the little over 2L water j had been drinking in the car. We reached our hotel and we dropped off our stuff. One of my friends again used the bathroom in our hotel room. Our hotel was located in a cute little town with some restaurants nearby, so we dicided to walk through town and search for an restaurant for dinner. It had been a little over 5,5h since I last used the bathroom, and my need of a toilet started to grow. we walked for about half an hour, and then we decided to sit at a cute little bistro. Simply because that was pretty much the only thing open at that time in that small town. We had dinner, my friends had some wine (some; a bit to much). I always like to stay sober in case something happens and we need to get somewhere. So I got myself a nice big glass of ice tea. They kept on drinking wine and water and both my friends went to use the bathroom again half way through dinner. I again didnt. We sat there and talked about everything and nothing. I felt my need grow as we sad there and I decided to see how long I could hold without them noticing. And what could take a while, since they noticed a little less than normally, due to the alcohol they had been consuming. Yet one of my friends said: "did you use the bathroom since we gotten here?" "No" I said, "my last bathroom break was when I left home" "But you drank over 2,5L since! Don't you need to go?" "A little, I'll go when we get back to the hotel." I lied, in fact, I needed to go bad at that point, but sitting still with crossed legs made it easier to hold. We decided to go back to the hotel. One of my friends said she needed a bathroom again, just to he sure. I told her she should train her bladder a bit and that it was only 30 minute walk. So she should go at our hotel. She agreed and we started walking. As my two friends were just a little drunk by then, they walked into a wrong alley. I knew that, I wanted to tell them but decided I wouldn't. In my head I knew exactly where our hotel was, so I decided to see if they still knew as wel. After 15 minutes one of my friends said she didn't know where we were. My other friend and I agreed. Still,I knew what way to go, but I loved the feeling of having that control, knowing that both of them had to pee again any minute again. I dcoded to keep my mouth shut. They both left their mobile phones at the hotel, and i switched mine off: 'dead battery'. In a matter of seconds my friend says: "I wish I had used the bathroom at the restaurant." "Me to", my other friend said. "What'd you think about me?!" I said calm. It had been a little over 7 hours and holding started to become harder. We wandered around town for another 15 minutes before they started to walk silly in need. I wiggled a bit when we were standing still, my belly starting to show. We walked a little further and we got back to the restaurant we ate at. My friend was so relieved, she ran towards the restaurant to empty her bladder, only to find out it had closed in the meantime. I laughed on the inside, hearing her curse and seeing her dance. I decided they had suffered enough. Only because I knew that that other half an hour walk to the hotel, was gonna take all my willpower as well. So we walked back to the hotel, us not being able to walk fast, added another 10minutes to the trip. Sometimes my friends needed to stop in order not to lose it. We reached the hotel, needing our pass to get in, since the reception and the lobby were already closed. Meaning we couldn't use the bathrooms there. So we wiggled our way to the elevator. It felt like forever before it came down and opened. We hit the button to the 7th floor and all 3 of us were dancing like crazy inside that elevator. I don't know if there were cameras inside that thing, but if the security guard were to be into omorashi, he would have had the night of his life. Once the elevator opened, my friends races off to our room. I could see a dark red spot in one of my friends bright red pants, meaning she already lost some. I'm our hotel room was obviously only one toilet so we had to wait for each other. My first friend went, it took forever. She left the door wide open, and hearing her pee stream and her sighs coming out of that bathroom didn't help us. My other friend jammed her fist between her legs in order to hold it. She couldn't open her pants herself, so I helped her opening up that button. Then i undid myself fron my shoes and pants, so i onmy had to take of my undies when it was my turn. When my first friend finally came out of the bathroom, the other ran in. I was still there in agony. I felt sharp stings going trough my abdomen. It had been about 9h and 2,5L away since I had last used the bathroom. I was thinking of an excuse to hold it any longer when my second friend was done using the bathroom. I was standing in the door opening, a little bend over, saying that I could absolutely not move without losing it. I wasn't even lying, I was gonna lose it. In fact, I lost some already, I had almost lost it in the elevator when I started to drip uncontrollably. I felt a stream coming up and at that note I moved into the bathroom and I knew I wasn't making it to the toilet, having to sit down. So I just closed the door behind me, and stepped into the shower cell. Then I bursted bad.
Justice is right that the story could do with some editing. Everyone else is right that Justice could have come up with much better examples of what this editing would entail. An actually edited version would've been great. Might as well do that, seeing as I'm getting mixed up in this. --- Last year, me and my two best friends went on a weekend away together. The morning we were to leave, I prepped the car and used the bathroom one last time before our four and a half hour drive. I picked up my friends and we hit the road. After about two hours of driving, one of my friends said she needed to pee. I asked her how bad it was. Pretty bad, she told me, because she would have kept her mouth shut if that wasn't the case. I promised her I would stop as soon as I could. The first opportunity to leave the highway, I 'accidentally' missed. I got stuck between two trucks, and I couldn't make it to the exit on time. I apologized to her, as she started wiggling to hold her bladder. I loved seeing her wiggle and push her legs together from the corner of my eyes. The poor girl had to wait another twenty minutes before we hit a gas station. Because the weather had been very warm, we all had our own bottle of water (1.5L each). I had finished about a third of mine. Then my other friend, from the back started to complain about her needing to go as well. So I stopped at the next gas station, I filled up the car, and refilled my bottle. They made their way to the toilet, and I didn't. Then we hit the road again. After another two hours of driving, I started feeling my bladder filling up seriously, due to the little over two liters of water I had been drinking in the car. We reached our hotel and we dropped off our stuff. One of my friends again used the bathroom in our hotel room. Our hotel was located in a cute little town with some restaurants nearby, so we dicided to walk through town and search for a restaurant for dinner. It had been a little over five and a half hours since I had last used the bathroom, and my need for a toilet was starting to grow. We walked for about half an hour, and then we decided to sit at a cute little bistro, simply because that was pretty much the only thing open at that time in that small town. We had dinner, my friends had some wine (some; a bit to much). I always like to stay sober in case something happens and we need to get somewhere. So I got myself a nice big glass of ice tea. They kept on drinking wine and water and both my friends went to use the bathroom again half way through dinner. I again didn't. We sat there and talked about everything and nothing. I felt my need grow as we sat there and I decided to see how long I could hold without them noticing. That could take a while, I thought, since they were less alert than normally, what with the alcohol they had been consuming. Yet one of my friends said: "Did you use the bathroom since we got here?" "No," I said, "My last bathroom break was when I left home." "But you drank over two and a half liters since! Don't you need to go?" "A little, I'll go when we get back to the hotel." I lied, in fact, I needed to go bad at that point, but sitting still with crossed legs made it easier to hold. We decided to go back to the hotel. One of my friends said she needed a bathroom again, just to he sure. I told her she should train her bladder a bit and that it was only 30 minute walk, so she should go at our hotel. She agreed and we started walking. As my two friends were just a little drunk by then, they walked into a wrong alley. I knew that. At first, I wanted to tell them, but then decided I wouldn't. In my head I knew exactly where our hotel was, so I decided to see if they still knew as well. After 15 minutes one of my friends said she didn't know where we were. My other friend and I agreed. Still, I knew what way to go, but I loved the feeling of having that control, knowing that both of them would have to pee again any minute. I decided to keep my mouth shut. They both left their mobile phones at the hotel, and I switched mine off: 'dead battery'. Within a few seconds my friend said: "I wish I had used the bathroom at the restaurant." "Me too", my other friend said. "What'd you think about me?!" I said calm. It had been a little over 7 hours and holding started to become harder. We wandered around town for another 15 minutes before they started to walk silly from the need. I wiggled a bit when we were standing still, my belly starting to show. We walked a little further and we got back to the restaurant we ate at. My friend was so relieved, she ran towards the restaurant to empty her bladder, only to find out it had closed in the meantime. I laughed on the inside, hearing her curse and seeing her dance. I decided they had suffered enough, but only because I knew that that other half an hour walk to the hotel was gonna take all my willpower as well. We walked back to the hotel, with us not being able to walk fast adding another ten minutes to the trip. Sometimes my friends needed to stop in order not to lose it. We reached the hotel and used our pass to get in since the reception and the lobby were already closed. That meant we couldn't use the bathrooms there. So we wiggled our way to the elevator. It felt like forever before it came down and opened. We hit the button to the 7th floor and all three of us were dancing like crazy inside that elevator. I don't know if there were cameras inside that thing, but if the security guard were to be into omorashi, he would have had the night of his life. Once the elevator opened, my friends raced off to our room. I could see a dark red spot on the bright red pants of one of my friends, meaning she had already lost some. There was, of course, only one toilet in our hotel room so we had to wait for each other. My first friend went. It took forever. She left the door wide open, and hearing her pee stream and her sighs coming out of that bathroom didn't help us. My other friend jammed her fist between her legs in order to hold it. She couldn't open her pants herself, so I helped her opening up that button. Then I freed myself fron my shoes and pants, so i only had to take off my undies when it was my turn. When my first friend finally came out of the bathroom, the other ran in. I was still standing there in agony. I felt sharp stings going trough my abdomen. It had been about nine hours and two and a half litres away that I had last used the bathroom. I was thinking of an excuse to hold it any longer when my second friend was done using the bathroom. I was standing in the door opening, a little bend over, saying that I could absolutely not move without losing it. I wasn't even lying, I was gonna lose it. In fact, I lost some already, I had almost lost it in the elevator when I started to drip uncontrollably. I felt a stream coming out and at that moment I moved into the bathroom but I knew I wasn't making it to the toilet, not if I had to sit down. Instead, I just closed the door behind me and stepped into the shower cell. Then I bursted, bad. --- There we go. The changes are minor, far less than most stories on here would require. Justice, I suggest you take your own advice. Your works are not better.
Yuzu was the first of the three girls to awaken in the Kurosaki household that Saturday morning. She moaned slightly as she stretched her sore limbs out on the spare futon mat that was placed on the floor in between the two beds. Rukia wasn’t kidding, Yuzu thought as she sat up and massaged her sore neck. It was like sleeping on a rock. Yuzu frowned bitterly as she saw the two other girls sleeping peacefully in the comfortable looking beds. After arguing most of the night about sleeping arrangements the girls had decided to settle things with a game of poker with Yuzu being the obvious loser. “No fair” Yuzu pouted as she rolled up the spare futon and put it back in her closet. “Karin always wins because she’s so straight faced all the time.” “Wha time iz it?” Karin mumbled still half asleep as she lifted her head off the pillow before giving up half-way and letting her head fall back down. “It’s early.” “Your bed is so comfy, Yuzu!” Rukia said stretching her arms and legs from underneath the covers before sitting up while Yuzu grumbled under her breath. “What was that?” Rukia teased. “I said I’m going to go make breakfast.” Yuzu said as she made her way down the hall towards the bathroom to take care of her morning needs first. “That’s weird.” she said as she pulled at the door handle only to find it locked. “Is Ichigo already up? I’m sure he’ll be out in a minute.” She said as she waited outside the door shifting her weight from foot to foot. “Hurry up, Ichigo…” she whined crossing and uncrossing her legs as her pink nightgown that fell just below her knees swayed with her every movement. She breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the toilet flush. “Finally.” she moaned getting ready to make a mad dash inside once the door opened. “Any minute now.” she said as she waited and waited for the door to open. Her face fell when she heard the shower turn on. “No no no! Ichigo!” Yuzu yelled knocking on the door. “Let me use the bathroom first!” She moaned when she got no answer and again once she heard the shower radio turn on. “I have to pee.” she said softly as she rested her head on the bathroom door. “What are you doing?” Yuzu heard as she turned her head to see both Karin and Rukia standing there staring at her. “Ichigo’s up.” Yuzu said in defeat as the two black haired girls grimaced. “How long has he been in there?” Karin asked as she felt her own bladder begging for release. “He just got in.” Yuzu said as she continued squirming; the sound of the shower doing nothing to help her full bladder. “Ugh, Ichigo takes forever in the shower!” Karin moaned bending her knees together as her short biker shorts began pressing into her. “Isn’t there another bathroom?” Rukia asked as her bladder was the only reason she left the confines of the comfy bed. “Yeah, in my dad’s room, but-” Karin started to say. “I’m going there then.” Rukia said heading for that direction. “You don’t want to do that.” Karin and Yuzu said simultaneously stopping Rukia in her tracks. “Why not?” Rukia asked confused as a sudden wave of desperation overcame her causing her to bend forward. “Curse these tiny human bladders, I don’t know how you put up with these.” “He sleeps naked. One time Karin went in there only to be met with his butt sticking out of the blankets.” Yuzu explained. “So...hairy…” Karin said shuddering at the memory. “She’s never been the same since.” Yuzu said bowing her head. “Don’t you have to use the bathroom in soul society?” “We do, but not so often.” Rukia explained. “Maybe like once or twice a week if that. We only eat and drink to recover reiatsu expended during battle and to sustain ourselves. We only need to eat like once a day but many of us eat and drink for the fun of it. “ “Lucky.” Karin mumbled as she too found herself becoming more and more desperate as time went on. “I was shocked my first day in a gigai, I thought it was broken the amount of times I needed to pee. Even the first couple of nights...” Rukia mumbled with a blush. “Is that why Ichigo’s closet smells like pee?” Karin asked bluntly. “Ugh, I can’t take this anymore! Get out here, Ichigo!” Karin yelled pounding on the door, but to no avail. “Wait.” Rukia said perking up. “What about the bathroom in the clinic?” She asked only to be met with shaking heads. “Dad let that crazy guy in again.” Karin groaned. “That one that hangs out in front of the neighborhood screaming aliens are controlling his mind and telling him what to do?” Rukia asked. “That’s the one.” Karin said with a sigh. “He plugged the toilet up with paper towels because he said if he didn’t the aliens would come up through the pipes and suck his brains out through his ass. I told dad not to let him in.” she said shaking her head. “Anyway, it’s not useable until the plumber comes on monday.” “Then what am I supposed to do?” Rukia shouted getting flustered and to the point of openly holding herself. “Well, if it gets too bad you could always just pee in the sink.” Karin said with a shrug earning her a smack in the back of the head from Yuzu. “No one is peeing in the kitchen sink!” Yuzu yelled protective of her kitchen space. “I guess i’ll get started on breakfast.” she said after another minute as she anxiously bit her lip and headed downstairs. Rukia and Karin stayed behind leaning against the wall as they silently argued who would get to use the bathroom first once Ichigo came out. At first glance Karin seemed to be in much better shape than Rukia, who had begun moaning and fidgeting non-stop. “That’s it! I can’t take this anymore!” Rukia yelled as she held her palm up towards the knob of the bathroom door. “Hado number 33!” “Don’t you dare!” Karin yelled knocking her to the floor in order to break her spell and keep her from blowing a hole in the house. “What’s that look for? Oh…”Karin said as she watched wide eyed as the 75lb girl on the ground whimpered as the bunny pajama pants she was wearing began to darken and a puddle began to spread underneath their owners butt. “Don’t look!” Rukia yelled red faced as she tried desperately to stop the gushing flow of urine from entering her pajamas. “It won’t stop!” “If it makes you feel any better i’ll let you kick Ichigo’s ass when he gets out.” Karin offered as she grimaced at the puddle in the middle of the hallway. “Look, just get yourself cleaned up. I won’t tell anyone.” Karin offered. Rukia nodded her red teary face and muttered something about this being Ichigo’s fault before heading to the laundry room to strip and deposit her wet clothes in the washer. Karin sighed before making sure no one was around and grabbing herself in desperation. Seeing Rukia wet herself had only managed to increase her need dramatically. Once she had managed to collect herself enough to release herself she walked down the stairs in order to get the mop out of the closet to give to Rukia. She felt bad for her, but no way was she cleaning up someone else’s piss. She stopped when she heard crying coming from the kitchen. “Now what.” Karin mumbled as she opened the door to see Yuzu crying in a puddle. “Not you too.” Karin sighed shifting and squirming madly as the pressure inside her continued to build as a small leak began dampening her green undies. Karin looked to see an empty bottle of water with a little bit of pee in it as she began to put the pieces together. “I-I-I tried to pee in a bottle but it was going everywhere and then I slipped in it and fell.” Yuzu cried as Karin inspected the damage. Her nightgown was soaked along with her legs and tiles of the kitchen floor. “It’s okay, Yuzu.” Karin said as she dampened a rag in the kitchen sink as she tried her best to ignore her own desperation. “Stand up.” “Th-thank you.” Yuzu whimpered while Karin began wiping the urine off her legs. While Karin refused to clean Rukia’s mess, her own sister was a different story entirely and Karin was in no way going to abandon the girl who cooked her meals and did her laundry. Her head perked up when she heard the water from the shower shut off. Now was her chance! All she had to do was make it up the stairs! Oh no, she realized as she was forced to jam her hands into her crotch. She couldn’t move! “I’ll help you, Karin.” Yuzu said as she wrapped an arm around her sister. “You can make it!” she encouraged as she slowly guided her sister up the stairs little by little while Karin groaned and held herself stopping several times to sit and put more pressure down when her bladder contracted. “Almost there, the bathroom doors open!” Yuzu said. Karin looked up to see the bathroom door was indeed open. Relief was only a few more feet away! “Ugh!” she groaned as she began to leak again. “No! I’m so close!” “You made it, Karin!” Yuzu said as they entered the bathroom together as Yuzu quickly lifted the toilet seat lid. “All you have to do is take off your shorts and sit down.” “Can’t...move...my hands..” Karin mumbled as her eyes filled with moisture. Yuzu stared at her sister sympathetically knowing she wasn’t going to make it. The look of embarrassment on Karin’s face broke Yuzu’s heart, to be this close… She looked around searching for a solution as she realized the best possible outcome would just to have Karin stand in the shower as she took her by the hand and opened the shower door. “It’s okay, Karin.” Yuzu said knowingly as she guided her over the drain as Karin lost the battle to hold on as her tight shorts darkened as pee began cascading down her thighs and legs before Karin gave up and squatted over the drain as she continued peeing with a loud hiss through her shorts and sniffling. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………… “Oh, hello. Morn..ing?” Ichigo started to say but was greeted with three equally terrifying glares from the girls who were seated around the table in fresh clothes. “Umm, breakfast looks really good, Yuzu.” he said reaching for a dish of rolled omelettes and rice until he suddenly felt his hand get smacked away. “Not for you.” Yuzu growled as she took a bite of her eggs before swallowing and pointing to a box of cornflakes on the counter. “Your breakfast is over there.”
It was a freezing cold winters Saturday night, happily playing poker with the lads when at around 10pm I get a phone call from my girlfriend “Haaloooooooo” she says in a young innocent baby like tone. “Are you ready to come get me??” Even though I was up $ 200 and on a good roll and was quiet cozy in my mates air conditioned living room, I did make a promise that same afternoon that I would pick up my girlfriend, her sister and her mum from the city. They were attending some sort of hens night or something, I didn’t really pay close attention to her once she started blabbering on about whos going and where etc. “You ready now ? Its only 12:30 ?” I asked trying to buy some time “hahahah yeah I think so, Mums drunk as a skunk and Jess is passing out can you come get us now ?” Every bit of me wanted to say no, but I couldn’t resist her whining voice and to be honest I quite fancied her younger sister who was a slightly taller, fuller version of my girlfriend. “Okay hun, I will be there in about 25” After much heckling and teasing and the questioning of my man hood from my non understanding mates, I was off to the city, hot air conditioning blasting, cranking my Kanye tunes on my upgraded BMW sound system. The city that night was absoulately dreadful in regards to the traffic, there was a massive light affects show playing that night, what was supposed to be a 20 minute drive took almost double. At that moment of realization I get a phone call from my girlfriend “Babe, where the fuck are you ??” I couldn’t stand when she talks to me like that, its so degrading and self centered. With all my might I answered in fake but smiling tone “Only 5 minutes away Baby” …….gritting my teeth “Hurry up Jess is passed out !” After about 5 minutes I was on the street of the club they were supposively at, and in the corner of my eye about 100metres away there they were, 3 of the most sophisticated sexy women I have ever met in my life completely making fools of themselves. The sister Jess with her head in her lap on the curb, the Mum talking to some teenage boys whilst stumbling all over the place holding her high heels and my lovely bossy, bitchy girlfriend sitting next to her sister providing whatever comfort she could. “Cmon you classy broads get in !” I playfully shouted The mum yellng my name out so the whole city could hear, my girlfriend assisting her sister in to my car. Whilst there were getting into the car I could not help but asses what all the women were wearing, I am a big sucker for womens clothing. The mum wore a black leather dress, so tight it was almost embaressing, the gold zippers at the back clenching on for dear life, red high heels were the choice of footwear. Whilst Jess the sister wore a white dress which although went down to knee height hugged her body so tightly you could straight see the imprint of her G string which made love to her size 10 ass, this girl was a good 6 foot as well it was quite a site indeed My girl friend as I like it wore a black leather mini skirt which wrapped so tightly around her ass you could read the brand of her probably silver G String, so short that I am pretty sure when she walked her ass cheeks would pop out all this completed with black high heels and a top that barely kept her tits inside, to be completely honest by girlfriend dressed like a straight out prostitute and to be even more honest. I LOVE IT ! This is where the story gets interesting Not only did I have 3 beautiful women in the back seat of my car, two single and horny women, that’s right the mum was divorced, not only were they sexy, there were completely drunk acting total fools when God sent something down from heaven. Still looking down in her lap in a slow, drowsy voice Jess the sister groans Jess: “Maria….!” My girlfriends name Jess: “I gotta pee” Maria: “awww its okay we will be home in about 15” Jess: “No you don’t understand, I gotta pee like right now” Mum: “Ohhh that makes two of us” Jess: “Maria im being serious im about piss all over myself” As soon as I heard this taking place in the backseat of my car, all the hairs on my body stood up, an instant sweat came over my body and its like my ears were tuned in at supersonic level. I could not believe that I had this going on in my own car, right in front of me. Jess sitting in the middle with her face still in her lap, the mum sitting on the right with her head resting on the window sill. Maria: “Babe can we pull over at the next petrol station so mum and Jess can go to the toilet?” Me: “Yes ofcourse” I was dying at this point, I probably stuttered all the words that came out of my mouth Mum: “Paul I am really sorry to say but there is no way I am going to be able to hold on, I am about to fucking burst” Maria: “Mum are you serious, control yourself: !” As soon as this was said a loud groan came from within Jess as her head lifted Jess: “Oh myyy God im so sorry can you please pull over !” Me: “Okay okay, as soon as we hit a back street I will pull over, we are on the highway right now” Jess groaned “Don’t even care….!” Both the mum and the sister Jess continued to beg, moan and groan for the next 2 minutes which to them probably felt like eternity, throwing out threats like “I will piss all over your backseat!” which to me was more of a present than a threat. Soon enough we finally got to a secluded backstreet, Jess basically crying at this point resting both her hands on her big full bladder wrapped in white material. I pulled up to the curb and as soon as the car was stationary it was like there life depending on it Mum “Oh god finally, Maria let’s help your sister shes practically wetting herself” The mum jumped out of the car whilst my girlfriend opened the opposite door on the curb side of the car, from the sound of heels tapping the ground the mum circled around the back of the car with her hand jammed up in between her legs whilst my girlfriend was pulling and dragging her sister from the middle to the edge of the back seat, both mum and Maria struggled in lifting Jess tightly wrapped white dress Mum: “Jesus how tight is this dress !!” Both the mum and my girlfriend standing on either side of Jess yanking, pulling her dress up, by the time the dress was half way up her legs just below her ass cheeks Jess gave up, with a screeching drunken voice Jess: “Im wetting, im fucking wetting !” At this moment the girls finally got Jess’s dress to pop above her ass showing her glossy red G String, her mum yanking it down to her daughters knees while Jess immediately dropped to a squat which had her ass resting on the the leather of my back seat gushing a torrent of piss out on the curb splashing up against the walkway Jess pissed a waterfall, all I could see was her head tilted back in my car matched with her rolled back eyes and the sound of something like a super soaker hitting the ground. Mum: “Ohhh Jess your getting my panties all wet” Jess’s stream slowed down to a steady flow although every 10 seconds a stronger stream would push out which drive a groan by Jess each time. Maria: “You poor thing look how much she was busting” This forced another moan from Jess from the realization of the relief she was getting when all of a sudden the mum decided to end her role of being a spectator Mum: “Fuck Jess I cant wait any longer”The mum saying this whilst hiking up her black mini dress up to her waist revealing the sexiest glossy silver G String, I could not believe how fit the mum was, I mean she fit all the characteristics of a southern middle eastern women, the fake tan, the black long hair, she must have worked out, for a second I could have mistaken her for one of her daughters. As Jess’s stream started to quieten down. The mums stream was at full force and again more southern European moans were coming from the rear left of my car Mum: “Oh god there was no way I could have held this till I got home” The mums stream sounding more like a spray compared to her daughters direct hose like sound. Maria came up to my window in total shock and embaressment “I am so sorry about this hun, I cant believe these two idiots they have never been able to hold their alcohol well there like two school girls having their first drink!” Trying to listen to what she was saying but finding extremely hard to not notice what was displayed in my left rear view mirror, a 43 year old light brown ass half covered by a coco chanel black mini skirt with a torrent of piss falling and splashing fom underneath it and in the other corner of the mirror a pair of red high heels with a puddle of piss next to them from our good sister Jess who was now finished and passed out still with her panties to her knees. The mum finally finished up, the way she lifted her G String back up herself and adjusted her skirt was to die for, all this whilst my girlfriend was lifting her sisters strings back on and pulling her skirt down. With all this going on I felt like a dog on heat, I wanted to pin all three of them down and fuck them on my bonnet. It was by far the best experience of my life one which I will never forget. I jokingly asked my girlfriend “You sure you don’t have to go aswell?” to which she replied “I am actually busting but I can wait till we get home” I drove off from the scene of the crime looking in the rear view mirror and witnessing what the most beautiful scene in my life two puddles of piss under a street head lamp. Every time I drive in the city I make sure to drive past this street to remember what took place on that night.
I hope this story is enjoyed by all. I actually liked writing it more than I liked it on second reading, but I still think it's a good one. Maybe a little more subtle than the majority of my stuff. As always, thoughts, comments, and ideas for future stories are certainly appreciated! Anita's Control I sat at the bar feeling a bit nervous. My first date in more than a few years, and it was a blind date to boot. At 35 I was in pretty good shape and certainly wasn’t bad looking, but I’d never seemed to make a connection with any woman for longer than a few months. Finally a longtime friend decided to set me up with one of her comrades at the law firm she worked at. “Anita is very nice,” she told me before the date, “she’s regal and comforting and makes good conversation. One thing I want to let you know about though – she’s 47. Is that alright?” I shrugged and replied that it was. What did I have to lose, after all? Anita had let me know over the phone that she would be wearing a red dress so that I would know it was her, and sure enough, right on time at 6 pm, in walked a buxom blonde in a tight red dress. I waved her over, internally thanking my friend for her good taste in women, because Anita was truly a stunner! We got some drinks and began perusing the menu for our dinner, and Anita had already drained her water and asked for a refill, along with a beer, by the time we ordered. I got a beer as well and sipped it as we chatted. Anita was charming, and by the way she was looking at me I could tell she was very much enjoying our date. We ate and kept talking, and before I knew it, it was 8 pm! I had finished my water and two beers and noticed an acute urge to visit the facilities. I looked over at Anita, who had consumed the same as me, plus an extra water, and surprisingly she seemed in no distress. I figured she was putting on a good front, so I said, “Hey, I think I’m going to hit the bathrooms. Shall I show you where the ladies’ is?” Instead of accompanying me as I’d suspected, Anita replied with a frown, “Oh no, go ahead if you must. I can control such things.” Taken aback, I turned and went, the whole time replaying her words in my head and not making sense of them. Could she really be implying that she’s got a strong bladder? We stayed for one more hour and had another beer each, and by the time we decided to call it a night around 9 I had to pee once more. “I’m sorry, I have to use the bathroom again before we go. Are you quite sure you don’t want to go?” I asked, curious as to her answer. After all, despite her confidence in her bladder, I knew Anita hadn’t taken a pee in at least 3 hours and had consumed a liter and a half of beer and a liter of water in that time. I also knew that women’s bladders tended to get weaker as they got older, so I figured this time she would take heed and join me in relief. “Do I look like I’m in distress? It is no problem for me to wait,” Anita told me with a smile. And so I went, peed again, took her to her car, and we arranged to meet again. I had really enjoyed our time together and was looking forward to another meeting, but I was also fascinated by Anita’s seeming refusal to relieve herself. Was she pee shy, or did she really possess a bladder of steel like she claimed? We had a myriad of dates over the next few weeks, of varying length, and after each of them I went to the bathroom and asked if Anita (who of course had not gone once the entire time) would like to accompany me. Her responses were: 1. “I’m fine. You go on ahead, dear.” – after another long dinner. 2. “I can wait. It was just one movie, after all.” – after a 3 hour movie with lunch beforehand. 3. “That’s not necessary. I don’t need it right now.” – after 6 hours of wandering the city and looking in museums. 4. “Certainly not. Don’t worry, I’m a woman you can take out and not have to worry about finding facilities for.” – after another 3 hour dinner, this time with even more to drink than our first date! Every time she denied herself the restroom I became more aroused and excited and simply fascinated by her. Part of me desperately wanted to tell her how much I enjoyed her ability to wait, but another part of me was more curious. I wanted to see how far she would push herself normally, without explicitly knowing what she was doing to me. Finally one day I got my opportunity to be with her for an extended period of time. Anita’s law firm was sending her to a conference three hours away in a neighboring city, and she’d invited me to come with her “and keep me from going crazy from the boredom of it all.” I picked her up and we left her house at 9 am. I’d arrived an hour earlier to have breakfast with her and saw the light in her bathroom window switched on, then switch off a couple minutes after I rang her doorbell, so I assumed she’d had her morning pee at 8. It was hot in the car, so Anita consumed a bottle of water during the ride, and by noon we had arrived at our hotel (provided by the conference, so free of charge!). When we went into the room I immediately made use of the toilet, then asked if she wanted to relieve herself to be comfortable before the conference started. “Oh darling, I am fine. I will last the conference comfortably.” I expected this answer but still enjoyed hearing it. Ten minutes later and we were off to the conference building. When we reached the building, we quickly made our way to the lobby. A large group, perhaps 50 people, was milling outside of a set of double doors that led to the auditorium the conference would be taking place in. There was a table set up with refreshments, including a few pots of coffee, mostly untouched, and I overheard a few of the lawyers, men and women, talking near the refreshments table, saying, “Gosh, can you remember last year’s conference?” “I know, it ran so long!” “God, I was bursting for the loo by the end of it and that last speaker wouldn’t shut up long enough for me to go!” “I know, I think everyone learned their lesson this year. I know I’m not having any of that coffee beforehand!” I saw that Anita had heard their conversations as well and needled her, “Do you hear them? Are you sure you don’t need to pee before the presentations start?” Anita huffed at me, “Oh yes, I’ve been to these conferences before. I can control myself much better than that.” With that, my date slid her way passed the grouping of complainers and poured herself a large cup of black coffee. A few in their number kind of made eyes in her direction, but Anita just smiled them off and returned to my side. “They should really learn the benefits of waiting,” she said to me as the doors opened up. The conference was, in a word, boring as all hell. Anita had been right about that. I can honestly say I barely listened to a word of it after the first twenty minutes, instead focusing on how good my date looked in her sharp pantsuit. I also noticed that her large coffee was finished before the first hour. Still, she showed no signs of it, and after an eternity, 3:30 rolled around and we received an hour break for lunch. Anita snickered just a little as we saw a gaggle of conference-goers with bursting bladders quickly go to the restrooms. That meant we were among the first people to reach the restaurant located adjacent to the conference building, and we had ourselves a nice, simple lunch of sandwiches and sodas. Anita was making small talk with the waitress as she brought us our check a little after 4, and when the waitress learned of the conference and noticed Anita’s empty glass of soda, she told my date, “I’ve had a lot of customers come in from different conferences over there. Sounds like they’re no fun at all. The bathroom is over there, by the way. You’ll wanna be able to concentrate when you go back, am I right? Haha!” Anita smiled politely but replied, “Oh, honey, I’m much closer to getting a refill than needing to use the bathrooms, but thank you for the offer.” Sheepishly, I then thanked the waitress for the information and snuck off to use the bathroom. I didn’t think my bladder could take another 3 hours of law theory. Then we departed back to the conference building. Anita got herself one more coffee before going inside, then poured one for me before I could refuse, and we headed back into the conference room. Again, within an hour she’d downed her own, while I had barely touched mine. Truth be told, I’m not much a fan of black coffee, so when Anita looked over and motioned to my full cup, I whispered this to her. “No matter, I’ll have it then,” she replied easily, taking my cup and starting to sip. It was 6 by the time Anita had finished that one as well, and with all the drinks she was building up in her bladder and after 10 hours of holding time I knew she had to be feeling it! But I stared at her and still saw no signs that she needed a bathroom. Her demeanor was absolutely pleasant. Just like the previous year, the conference ran long, finally finishing up at 8 pm, but after 12 hours without a pee Anita was only absentmindedly crossing her legs from time to time. I wasn’t even sure it was due to pee need more than just general comfort. Again almost everyone in the room made their way to the bathrooms (and some with haste) once they were let out, but again Anita was not among them. I asked her what she wanted to do and she suggested dinner, so off we went to a fancier restaurant across town that she knew of. When we reached it around 8:30, we took our seats and I thought that now, surely now, Anita would excuse herself to use the restroom before our meal. But she stayed put, so after we ordered drinks I acknowledged it, “Well dear, you certainly were correct! You made it through the whole conference comfortably, even with the coffee!” Anita gave a little laugh at my blatant statement, then replied, “Mhm, it was no problem at all. I control myself well, I think, even when I start to need it.” “You really don’t need it, even now?” I ventured daringly. Anita gave me a quizzical look, then replied, “What are you talking about? I have dinner with you like this all the time. You know I don’t go at dinner.” I was left speechless, realizing that every time we’d eaten dinner together Anita had been holding her bladder for the entire day going into it! That was all the conversation we made about her bladder during the dinner, and as usual we stayed after our meal to chat, so when we eventually got up to leave it was 11 pm. We’d had a few alcoholic beverages, and I’m sure as we got up Anita expected me to make my customary trip to the bathroom before we returned to the hotel. But instead I said playfully, “Well I for one am certainly not going to use the bathroom before we leave. Dare ya to skip the bathrooms with me!” At this Anita gave a wry smile, “Challenge accepted, sir. As if I was going to go anyway!” I saw a distinct bulge in her abdomen as we left the restaurant. At 11:30 we reached the hotel room and I instantly made my way to the bathroom to let out my pee. After skipping my after dinner pee I had to go quite badly! I was halfway through my noisy gusher when I heard Anita shout, “Can you shut the door or something to keep it down? You’re not making it any easier for me out here!” Confused, I shut the door with my free hand and finished my pee. When I exited the bathroom I asked her, “Why did you want me to shut the door?” Anita was sitting on the bed, lightly rubbing her swollen abdomen, “Oh, it’s alright dear. Hearing you go like that just made my bladder have some empathy pangs. It’s nothing I can’t control. I shouldn’t have even said anything.” “Are you not going to go before bed? You haven’t gone all day. I figured you’d want to be able to sleep!” I responded incredulously. Now Anita looked at me with annoyance, clearly perturbed that her perfect composure was being questioned, “Honestly, dear, I’m just a bit uncomfortable. I’m not wetting myself. I’ll be just fine.” I couldn’t believe it, but at midnight, after 16 hours without a pee break, Anita gingerly laid down on her side to sleep next to me. I couldn’t resist, putting my hand on the swell of her bladder as I spooned her, and after a groan she whispered to me to please move my hand, for it was making it hard to sleep. I did as she asked, instead groping her breast to elicit a much more pleasurable groan, and we drifted off to sleep like that. When we awoke the next morning, I checked my phone and discovered it was 8 am. To my left, Anita was just starting to stir. Her bladder had clearly grown during the night, now jutting out burstingly from her slim abdomen. It had now been an astonishing 24 HOURS since she had taken a pee to relieve her enormous building pressure, and Anita moaned quietly in pain as she forced herself to sit up and compress the mass of water inside her. I assumed her sphincter had to be tiring, but Anita allowed herself no more than a quick squeeze of her crotch before rising to her feet. Instead of making her way to the bathroom in just her panties, she began getting dressed for the day. I was more than impressed, but I also had my own morning pee to let out, and this need won out over my need to watch my beautiful date. As I entered I decided to experiment, again not shutting the door before starting my stream. Not five seconds after I started I heard, “Honestly! Can you please shut that door? I haven’t gone in quite some time!” I was in heaven hearing Anita, my strong-bladdered woman, talk so openly about her need, but I did as she asked and finished my pee with the door firmly shut. When I exited the bathroom Anita was dressed in another of her sharp-looking pantsuits, and she gave me a smirk while wiggling her bum a bit, “You really need to learn some manners when you’re with a lady. Hearing you go makes my bladder very unhappy!” She shook her head at me playfully, then asked me what we should do with our day. I thought about it and suggested sightseeing, since I had never been in this city before. Anita laughed her warm laugh, explaining that she’d been here many times and knew all the sites, so even though it would be boring for her, she would take me around and show them to me. I dressed and we walked to the door, then I stopped and asked, “Aren’t you going to use the toilet before we check out? It looks like you really need it.” “Just because I am very uncomfortable does not mean I need behave like a young girl. I can control myself.” We left and ventured into the city. For someone holding a brimmingly full bladder, Anita was still quite a capable tour guide. Her steps were becoming shorter and her breathing labored at times, but otherwise she just looked like she was feeling some discomfort, not like someone who had been holding her bladder for hours on end. By noon I was ready for lunch, so Anita took me to a nice little pub at the far end of the city. It was 28 hours since her last pee and it had become crystal clear that it was getting very difficult for her to push her need to the back of her mind and focus on anything else. As we were seated I noticed her bladder was swollen to massive proportions, and her pantsuit looked extraordinarily tight, cutting into her quivering abdomen. While we perused the menu I suggested having some fun and ordering beers with our meal, to which Anita replied, “Do you want me to lose my load? I’ve been holding for over a day and you want me to drink more??” Before I could respond, Anita continued, “But I am a lady and my bladder does not control me or my decisions, so yes, I would like to have some beer.” One lunch and two beers each later, Anita was clearly in some serious bladder pain. She was sitting straight up and her knees were pressed together tightly. Between huffs and puffs, she still asked me if I wanted to continue looking around the city, but truthfully I was tired of it, so I told her we could just return home. Anita nodded, took a deep breath in as she rose from her seat, her pee now sitting heavily inside of her, and we went back to the car. I was sure Anita would want to stop on the way home to pee, but amazingly she did not, though when we reached her place at 4 pm I had no doubt she was nearly exploding with pee. The diuretic effects of the beer had taken full effect on Anita, and as she waddled inside, she had no choice but to undo the top button on her pants. There was simply no room left in them to keep them from tearing. A quick look at her now-revealed abdomen showed a bladder that might have been swelled to 3 liters in capacity. Anita had been holding this ponderous load for 32 hours now, and while she clearly NEEDED some relief, her massive, cavernous bladder stayed shut. I followed her in and we sat on her couch and chatted. Another hour and it made 33 for Anita’s bladder. Her skin was now stretched white and she was rocking back and forth in her seat. “Anita, do you still not wish to relieve yourself? You look like you’re about to burst!” I commented honestly. This time Anita admitted, “You are right, I am finally going over my maximum limits. I feel near to exploding, because surely my bladder can’t stretch anymore.” “It’s alright, even people with iron bladders need to pee sometimes.” I told her. “Unfortunately you are right, and it looks like I have reached that point. I need it so badly I can barely think. As much as I try to resist it, I can’t do it any longer. My poor bladder of steel can’t hold it anymore. Would you mind terribly if I went and used my own toilet now?” I looked my beautiful Anita up and down and realized that she was on the absolute verge of an accident, white knuckled, legs shaking and beginning to scissor, face matted with sweat. I nodded that I would have no problem with her finally having a pee, and no sooner had I said that than she bolted up off the sofa and walked hurriedly to her upstairs bathroom. I followed, of course, and was in awe of the fact that even at this extreme level of desperation Anita refused to use her hands to help her hold while she walked. She entered the bathroom, pulled down her unbuttoned pants, sat on the cold, seldom used toilet seat, and relaxed her sphincter muscles and gargantuan bladder for the first time in just over 33 hours. “Ooooooooooooh…..” Anita sighed as the pee stream began to leave her aching bladder. There was no gradual increase in the stream. Clearly Anita was at her limits, because the pee burst out of her with a force. Like a tap on full blast and then some, Anita let loose her flood of pee into the pristine toilet bowl. I couldn’t imagine holding even a sliver of what she was letting out as the pee kept coming with no signs of stopping. After a couple minutes Anita had her wits about her again, though her pee was still going strong, and she apologized to me, “I am sorry you have to see me like this. I am normally a strong and in control woman, not a weak one like now. It’s only been a few minutes and I can already feel myself emptying. I need to practice more. I shouldn’t ever have to find myself in this state.” I hugged her as the pee kept flowing from her, “It’s alright dear. I thought you did a fantastic job controlling your needs.” She looked at me, face full of relief, and asked, “Now that you’ve seen me like this, are you alright with me waiting like this in the future? I do not like peeing, even when it is absolutely necessary.” At this, I smiled widely, “I hope you keep trying to control it even when you’re at your limits.” She nodded and hugged me, still on the toilet and still peeing strongly five full minutes after she’d started, and I knew that my time with Anita would be unforgettable.
A/N: I'm sorry I keep contributing stories to this fandom when I know no one wants them but me but this is the only inspiration I got, and I can't let these ideas go. This particular idea was inspired by something I read in another story, about Abnegation members holding for the sake of others and yeah. I like Caleb, so I chose to victimize him. It worried Caleb how easily he could get lost in whatever he was reading. It worried him to do something like because it was such a self-indulgent hobby, but it did not only worry him because it was not something an Abnegation would do. It worried him because it was something an Erudite would do, and his Choosing Ceremony was just around the corner. He did not enjoy the conflicting feelings this left him with. On this occasion, he didn't spend very long pondering that conflicted feeling, however. He had been reading during lunch, and he had been so distracted that he had not noticed a growing need to pee. He still had a few minutes before he had to resume classes, so he gathered up his things and headed for the bathroom. When he got there, there was a bit of a line, due to most of the other students stopping in before class as well. He took his place in line and hoped that it would move quickly and not delay him in getting to class. While he did not have to go urgently yet, he knew it was a better idea to take of that now, rather than wait until the end of his next class. The line moved at a fairly decent pace, but Caleb did not move much in that time. The fact was, he had been raised to let people cut him in line, never letting anyone be second to himself. Therefore, whenever anyone got in line behind him, he would graciously offer to let them go ahead of him. This was not something he would miss if he decided to transfer. Just as he was getting to the front of the line, he glanced at his watch and tried not to groan. He was going to be late to class if he did not leave straight away, and so he resolved to wait a little bit longer. He did not want to get in trouble for being late- his parents would not approve of him putting his own needs before his respect for the teacher- and there was a part of him that did not want to miss the lesson. ~X~ It did not take long before he began to feel a bit more desperate as he set in class. He shifted a bit in his desk, but tried not to do anything too noticeable. It wasn't right to distract other students. Not to mention, he would be rather embarrassed if any of them knew what was going on with him anyway. If he hurried after class, he might make it to the bathroom before anyone else, and if there was no line, then there was no chance of having to let anyone cut in front of him. He might have to walk a bit faster than he was used to, but that was okay. He didn't care how selfish it was of him to think this way; he only cared about making it. He bit his lip as a sharp pang shot through his bladder and he began tapping his foot, trying to keep that as quiet as possible. He tried his best to pay full attention to the lesson, but he kept catching himself sneaking glances at the time and letting his mind wander to the fullness of his bladder. At long last, his class ended and he stood up quickly, the sharp pain that accompanied this nearly knocking him over. He had not realized just how badly the need had gotten in that short amount of time, and he raced for the door, only to be stopped short by a flaw in his plan. He could not force his way in front of others. He had to stand back and let everyone exit the room before him, and so he did this, shifting his wait from foot to foot as he did. No one ever noticed him when he stayed behind like this, so he doubted anyone saw him. Though that thought was a comfort to him, it was a short lived comfort. He arrived at the bathrooms only to find that there was already a short line. Even if no one came after him, he would still have to wait and there was no guarantee that the line would clear before his next class was set to start. He would not be able to last through another lesson. He bit down on his lip, keeping his movements subtle. Yet again, he could not get close to the front without someone coming up behind him, and he had to let them go in front of him each and every time. And each and every time it got harder to disguise his growing frustration, as he hit a fist against his thigh and cringed. As he let yet another person cut him, returning their gracious smile halfheartedly, he waited until they were completely turned around before he clenched both his fists and grit his teeth in frustration, doing a small squirm that he hoped nobody has seen. “Well, would you look at the size of this line!” he heard a young man say theatrically, and he knew, both by the tone of their voice and the blue of their jacket, that they had seen and intended to exploit that. “Guys, come on, we'd better get in line now!” “Don't worry,” one of his two friends said, playing along. “We can at least count on the Stiff to let us cut, right?” “It'd be so nice of you,” the third boy added. “Right? I mean, you wouldn't want to make us wait for your sake, would you?” They were right, of course. His upbringing would not allow for him to deny them, even if he knew without a doubt that they were just doing this to mess with him. Abnegation children had always been bullied a bit by the other factions, but it had gotten a lot worse recently, particularly from the Erudite. He gave a short nod, stepping back to let them in front of him, trying to ignore their snickers. He already knew that this meant he was doomed. There was no way they were going to stop at just that. But there wasn't much more he could do than try to endure as long as possible. They would not want to miss their next class, so if he could just last until then, they would get tired of this and go on. He would have to be late, but even knowing that that was wrong, he did not care at this point. He could do nothing to make holding easier without making a complete fool of himself, which meant he would last even less time than if he could just openly grab himself and squirm and dance. The line moved forward a bit, and as he stepped, he could feel his full bladder slosh, and, to his horror, leak a bit. He gave a quiet gasp, but it was not quiet enough to keep the boys in front of him from looking back and smirking. Luckily enough, he had not leaked enough to show on his pants, but that was not an impossible outcome. Caleb grit his teeth, trying to strengthen his resolve. His crossed his legs, hoping his movements looked casual, but knowing that they did not. He could not afford to do any more than that, but it would not be enough to keep him in check for long. Soon, the other boys had their turn in line, and without their eyes on him, he was free to bounce up and down a bit. This helped, but not very much, and soon it did not really affect him at all. And, of course, they did not budge, even though it was obvious that they had no need to stay that long. They were waiting for him to lose control, and they were going to get what they wanted. He had begun to leak again, and he did not think he could stop it long enough for them to give up and return to class. It was getting so bad that he could not think straight, and so he simply turned and ran down the hallway, ignoring the laughter that followed him. He had to get out of here, before- The running was not a good idea. His bladder could only take so much from him, and that had pushed him beyond his limits. He could feel a steady trickle running down his leg, and without a second thought, he made his way for the door. He hoped he was not leaving a trail for someone else to clean up; he wondered for a moment if he should go back. Before he could think too long on that, he was outside, and he could finally stop and let go completely. It felt undeniably amazing to empty his bladder at long last, and he gave a quiet sigh of relief. His gray pants turned dark as they were soaked through completely. It felt so good, in fact, that he felt guilty; his upbringing could be quite strong at times. When he had finished, he felt another bit of guilt. He would have to go home and miss classes, and if he had left a trail, someone else really would have to clean it up. The guilt he felt at everything, that almost overshadowed his humiliation at wetting himself, made him think for a moment that his choice should be clear; selflessness was in his nature. But then he felt disappointed that he would miss his lesson, and wondered if he had left the book he had been reading behind in his haste, and his decision was again unclear. One thing, however, was very clear to him: it was time he headed home and got cleaned up, before too many people noticed him. A/N: Yeah, more lame Divergent omo. Got more in mind, hopefully one for Peter and another one for Eric (of course), and then someone asked for one for Four, so we'll see. If anyone has ideas for that, lemme know cos yeah. Hell, if anyone has suggestions for any characters, I'd love to hear them, and might write them.
Ok here is chapter three: Hannah had never had a fully grown elephant jumping rope on her bladder after she had been holding it for two hours, but as the first of two heats before hers began to swim, she figured that she had pretty much experienced it. The last few heats were always faster than the first ones, but Hannah bladder was so swollen that she almost looked five months pregnant at this point. The only thing keeping her throbbing pussy from releasing what felt like ten gallons of fluid was the hand that she had dug in. Most people seemed to be watching the race so she didn't think that anyone was watching her, which was good because if anyone were to see her, they would know in a moment that she needed to pee REALLY REALLY bad. There was now only one heat to go before Hanna's, and it couldn't start any sooner. She was bent over with both of her legs crossed, one hand grabbing her crotch, and the other on her ass trying to plug her pussy. Her movements made it very easy to realize that she had to pee, which did not go unnoticed by her friend from another school standing behind her who was next to race. " Hey Hannah are you ok?" She asked She immediately took her hands away and stood up straight and said, " Of course, why do you ask?" "Well you are grabbing your crotch and your ass and crossing your legs. It kinda looks like you have to pee!" She said laughing. " What! No I don't! This suit just feels really tight around my va-, well, you know where!" " Oh ok I gotcha. I just thought that you had to go because you're always bursting to whenever we hang out haha!" " That is SOO not true!" Hannah responded defensively, but when she did, she was saved from a very awkward conversation because it was finally her turn to swim. When she took her position on the block, bending over squeezed her bladder so much that she couldn't fully bend over. She was worried that she would shoot out a gusher on her friend while she was waiting behind her. That would be humiliating! "Ok Hannah just swim really fast, and you can go to the bathroom when you're done! Just like two more minutes!" She thought As she dove in and hit the water she felt a quick surge of pressure on her bladder. As she did her first flip turn she felt her bladder crush. It hurt her SOO BADLY! She did it again on the other side and it felt even worse the next time she did. When she did it the third time she truly thought that her bladder would explode inside of her. She was swimming as fast as she could so she coils just run to the bathroom and release her massive flood. She could literally feel her pussy quivering while she swam. He suit felt so tight right now that she was sure that she had a cameltoe. She didn't even care about it anymore, she just wanted to go! When she finished her race she didn't even realize that she swam so fast that she had qualified for state! She also didn't realize that five of her friends on the team were running at her while she was running for the bathroom. They all met her and all hugged her very tightly, she squatted down a little and tried to squirm around just to hold it in. Unfortunately, her friends were not letting go. "Hannah that was amazing! I've never seen you swim so fast!" Said one girl " you were flying! I didn't know you were that fats!" Said another. " Thanks guys, now can we finish this in a sec I really have to-" She didn't have time to finish. Her friends were all hugging her tighter and chanting her name. She just couldn't hold it anymore. Two of them were pressing against her weak little bladder and her lips were twitching in desperation. She just couldn't hold it anymore. It all just shot out of her puss and all over her suit. She couldn't believe it. She hadn't done this in years! It was going to ruin such an awesome moment for her. She was ready for her friends to start teasing her. But, as they let go of her and the stream stopped, they weren't. None of them said anything. Was it possible that they hadn't noticed? Did they think it was just from the pool? That must have been that case, an she was forever grateful. "Hannah come here!" Said Kaiti, a girl that she was swimming the 400 free relay with in about half an hour. " What's up?" asked Hannah, trying her best to act like nothing had happened. " Here, we're all taking these nuclear energy drinks before the race so we can swim faster. It'l give us TONS of energy. They're absolutely loaded with caffeine!" Hannah looked at the can of the drink that was twice the size of a coke. She looked at the back and saw that it had the equivalent of three cups of coffee in caffeine. She knew that if she drank this there was NO way that she wouldn't have to pee in about fifteen minutes. Thinking that this was a recipe for disaster for her she just said, " Oh no that's ok, I'll be fine! There is a ton of caffeine in this, that can't be good for you." But Kaiti wouldn't let up, " It's fine! It just like having three comes or something. Worst case scenario you might have to pee a little. What's the problem?" " Ok ok I guess you're right. It can't be that bad." Hannah said as she reluctantly drank it up. She could already feel it running through her stomach and knew that she would need to make sure that she peed before she raced, because if she didn't, she wouldn't be as lucky as earlier. To be continued
Hey everyone, this was just a story that I figured would be pretty entertaining. I thought that someone would end up writing it at some point but nobody ever did. Comment what you think and let me know if you want to hear more. --------------------------------------------------- Chapter One- As the Abby Lee Dance Company's bus pulled into the hotel/convention center that was the place for this weekends competition. Abby had already bitched to them about how important it was that they win everything so that she wouldn't soil her name as a choreographer. The girls and their moms walked into their dressing room and set up their mirrors and makeup. Before they got dressed Abby made them do an extensive stretching warm up. After their makeup and costumes for their first dance had been applied, the room seemed a bit uncomfortably hot for a few of the girls so Paige, Chloe, Kendall, and Brooke resulted to drinking some water to stay hydrated. Their moms Melissa and Jill also began sipping water, while Christi and Kelly pursued the hotel's bar for a quick drink, as the girls had about forty-five minutes before their first dances. --Dressing Room-- "Ok girls here is the schedule" Abby said,"Maddie first you have your solo then four after her is Brooke. Brooke you are the last solo so after that Paige, Chloe, and Kendall have your trio. Make sure that you all come back to the dressing room IMMEDIATELY following your dances because the group dance will begin shortly. Remember, this is the Abby Lee Dance Company, do NOT demolish the reputation that I have worked so hard to build! Remember, if this goes wrong, everyone is replaceable!" --Bar-- "Dear God it feels SOOOO good to get away from Abby" said Christi as she sipped her second margarita. "You don't have to preach to the choir on that one sista!" Kelly agreed as she swapped out her margarita for an Old Fashioned. "Honestly though I don't want to her too hammered during the recital, could I get a big glass of club soda please?" Asked Christi. "Make that two!" Kelly chimed in. "We better head back though Kel, the last thing we want is Abby riding our ass about, 'not taking our daughter's futures as dancers seriously'". " Yeah your right, let's get going." As the two topped off the half empty cups of club soda they walked back to the dressing room to face the wrath of Abby. --Dressing Room-- "Hey Holly could you pass me a bow and a water bottle please?" Asked Melissa "Sure thing girl" said Holly as she passed both to Melissa while she did Maddie's hair. "Holls sorry to bug you but could you pass me two water for me and Kendall" "Any other ridiculous requests?" Holly joked as she tossed them two bottles of water. The moms frantically tried to finish the girl's costumes while they sipped on some water while the girls did too. --Backstage(Maddie)-- As Maddie, Kendall, Brooke, Chloe, and Paige walked backstage, they all became very nervous that they would mess up. As Maddie was the first to go on stage, she was the most nervous because she felt that she had to set an example. She had drank a coke before she went on to give her some energy, however it had made its way into her bladder, and she had to pee pretty badly. She was a bit squirmy and was worried that it would effect her dancing. The skin-tight spandex costume that she wore cinched her bladder a bit. When she looked down, she noticed a slight cameltoe to her horror. She also noticed her bladder starting to poke out. She really did have to pee at this point, and the only dance that she wanted to do now was the potty dance. When Maddie was the next to dance, she leaned against the wall and double crossed her legs. When she thought that nobody else was looking, she gave her crotch a quick squeeze. "Next to the stage, Maddie Ziegler!" The announcer announced. Maddie walked onto the stage pressing her legs close together and clamped together her vaginal muscles as tightly as possible. While she jumped around to her music she felt her bladder jolt around. It hurt her so bad, she took every opportunity to cross her legs that she had. At one point when she dropped out of a pirouette, she gave her crotch a two second squeeze. When that dance finally ended, she left the stage as fast as possible, desperately searching for a ladies room. She couldn't move too quickly, because the motion would cause her to completely lose control. When she finally made it into the restroom, she was opening the stall with one hand and holding her crotch with the other. She realized that she would be unable to take off her whole costume, so she just slid the part that covered her crotch away and let a huge gusher out into the toilet. With the feeling of sweet relief rushing over her, she made her way back to the dressing room to prepare for the next dance. --------------------------------------------------- Well that's the first part! I'm planning on writing a chapter about Kelly, Brooke, Paige, Kendall, Jill, Christi, and Chloe plus a whole group desperation during the group dance with mom desperation as well. Please comment if you want the story to continue or if you want it to stop. Be honest.
Okey dokey here is the next chapter. As always feel free to tell me what you think. Melissa took her seat in the auditorium. She was in the middle of the moms. Abby and Holly were closest to the isle, Jill and her were in the middle, and Christi and Kelly were on the other end. Melissa didn't like to admit it but she was much more impressed with what Maddie had accomplished as a dancer then Mackenzie. She was happy that Mackenzie had proved that she could win dances, but she always seemed to forget them. She was relieved that only Maddie was dancing the solo today. It seemed like the day was just dragging on and on and she felt so tired. She, like Maddie, had had a good sized coke before she came to watch Maddie dance. Unlike Maddie however, she had given birth to two children, so her bladder was not as strong as it once was. By the time that she made it to the auditorium with four dances do go before Maddie's, her level of pee desperation was a five on a scale of one to ten. It was a manageable level of desperation, but it was by no means welcome. If she had been driving and had to go this bad she would have definitely found a rest stop to pee or maybe even gone in a bush or on the side of the road. The bottom line was, it would be a while before she would be able to use the bathroom, and she had to go. Badly "This is NOT good!" Melissa said to herself,"It'l be at least 15 minutes until I can leave! Maybe more! What if I wet myself! That would be SO humiliating!" Melissa knew all to well that Christi and Kelly would love to tease her if she wet herself. It would be something the would never live down. She contemplated grading her crotch because it would surely ease the tension that she was feeling. But she knew that that wasn't an option because she was in a fairly tight dress and putting a hand up there would expose the thong that she was wearing that she really didn't want anyone to see. She resulted to crossing her legs tightly as the next girl started her dance. It tightened her bladder at first, but it seemed to help overall. "Ok Melissa just three and a half more dances until Maddie is done, you can hold it. You HAVE to hold it." But she was having her doubts. Her level of desperation had grown from a five to a six, and sitting down while wearing a tight dress certainly didn't help. Then she got an idea of how she could use the tightness of her dress to help her hold it. If she sat on her hands, she could stick a finger up her pee hole because the dress gripped her ass so tightly. Then, if someone asked her about it, she could just say the dress felt too tight. The plan worked fairly well. As the next girl went on stage with only about ten minutes left of holding it, a spasm hit Melissa's bladder and she felt a spurt dampen her thong. She was forced to grabber crotch for about ten seconds to keep herself from bursting. She didn't think that anyone noticed but she did notice Chrirsti and Kelly giggling, but she thought that it might just be because they had been drinking. As the next dancer took the stage, Melissa's desperation had grown to a seven, and she had a look of sheer agony on her face. This did not go unnoticed by Jill. "Are you ok Melissa, you look like you're in real pain?" Jill asked her " Yeah I'm fine" she lied, " This dress just is really tight on me from the waist down. It just isn't very comfortable." Which was the absolute truth. " Ok I gotcha" Jill said, although she had a look on her face that made Melissa think that she knew that something was up. She decided to move past the whole Jill situation and focus on holding it in. She was moving around quite a bit in her seat. The girl before Maddie took the stage. " Ok Melissa, just five more minutes, then you can run to the bathroom. All you have to do is clamp your puss shut and cross your legs as tight as this stupid dress." She said to herself. She was feeling ok as the girl was halfway through her dance but then realized that her predicament was not unnoticed by the rest of her group. She turned her head to Christi and Kelly, and saw that they were totally mocking her! They must have known that she had to pee because they seemed to be doing drunken imitations of her. Kelly was squirming around and bouncing up and down in her seat while Christi was sillily crossing her legs and pushing down on her crotch. Melissa decided that one of two things was happening, either they both were making fun of her, or they both really had to pee from their alcohol. Because the kept laughing and whispering to each other, Melissa figured it was probably the first guess. However, she felt that it would be nice if she wasn't the only one bursting for a pee. Maddie took the stage and at this point Melissa couldn't even focus on watching the dance. She was bent over, legs crossed, and had a hand rammed into her pussy from under her butt. She knew that the really didn't have much time left before she absolutely lost it. Maddie finally finished her dance and Melissa excused herself saying that she had to get Maddie's next costume ready. As she got into the hall, she looked around and noticed that nobody was there. She looked for a restroom sign and saw that they were just around. A corner and down a hall. When she was sure that nobody was going to see her, she grabbed her swelling and now slightly damp pussy with her two hand and ran to the bathroom. Because she was holding herself, her butt was fully exposed because she was pushing up her short, tight dress. She really hated the dress at this point and was going to burn it once she got home. When she got into the bathroom and saw that nobody was inside, she got into the first stall and tried to get her zipper to her dress undone. This was nearly impossible, because one hand wouldn't reach around her back and the other couldn't get over her plump breasts that looked even bigger because of her push-up bra. She had really picked the wrong clothes to wear when desperate to pee. She decided to just pull down the thing and try to aim her stream of pee away from the sides of her dress. She held her cleanly shaved vagina that was literally quivering in desperation and pulled down her thing with another. When her panties hit the floor, she opened the flood gates to a massive gusher of pee. It felt absolutely amazing and she couldn't believe that she made it. She let out so much pee that she felt like she lost ten pounds. As she pulled her thong back up and began to walk back to the dressing room, she really hoped that Christi and Kelly did have to pee because now that she made it, she had nothing on them. Then as she walked back into the dressing room and greeted her girls, she got a wild idea that would be so mean but so perfect. She walked over to Christi and Kelly's water bottles and dropped in two dissovable painkillers that had a diuretic ingredient in them that she kept in her purse in each bottle. She thought that it would be absolutely hilarious revenge for all of those times she had been accused of kissing Abby's ass. Then she realized that Jill had done so too, so she dropped two pills into Jill's bottle of water as well. Fortunately, her girls didn't notice. She began to style Maddie's hair, and just thought about how as soon as they took a sip, Jill, Kelly, and Christi would all be bursting at their seams. This was going to be perfect. To be continued... Ok that's the chapter. In case you were wondering, yes Christi and Kelly do have to pee. I'm thinking I'll write the next chapter about Brooke, then Kelly and Christi, then the trio, then the whole group having to pee which would include Kelly, Christi, Jill, Brooke, Paige, Kendall, and Chloe. If you want it in a different order or have any other ideas feel free to comment them.
So this is just a story I came up with, not a request or anything, just felt like doing it. She was uncomfortable, she knew that much. She'd been having a rather pleasant dream regarding her and a few of her favourite fictional characters, when a twinge from her lower abdomen caused her to stir. Looking at the time, she groaned as she saw that it was only 5am, she would be up in three hours time, so she took her earplugs out, put them back in the container she kept them in and rolled over, going back to sleep. As she slept, the twinges in her bladder became more existent, causing her to toss and turn on many an occasion and the next time she looked at the clock, she saw that merely half an hour had passed since she'd woken up the first time. She wasn't a big drinker during the night, except when she had a cold or a sore throat, then drinking was a necessity to remain comfortable during the night, it was the amount of liquid she probably drank during the day that was her downfall. She wasn't a particularly thin girl, in fact many BMI calculators would put her at obese and at 18.5 stone she could see why. Rolling over onto her stomach, she folded her arms under her head and attempted to go back to sleep, but this only made the twinges in her bladder even worse. She sighed and contemplated just letting go, but mentally shook her head. She didn't really want to be answering questions as to why she was changing her bed yet again, so holding it until she could get up without disturbing anybody was her only choice. Releasing a sigh, she rolled onto her back and finally the twinges stopped and she was able to go back to sleep. With one hand over her ever filling bladder and one hand perched upon one of her 40G breasts, her breathing deepened and she fell into another REM cycle. Her dreams were filled with people around her desperate to pee, which subconsciously caused her own desperation to elevate slowly, but strangely enough seeing the people in her dreams become desperate and grip themselves was making her aroused too. She often found that if she was forced to hold her pee, whether in the car or out somewhere, she would become damp in her intimate area, but she never thought that it would make her become aroused. Anyway, she continued to watch the men in her dreams grip themselves and do the potty dance and she continued to become damp between her folds. The next time she woke up, it was with a sting spasm of her bladder, another groan escaped her lips as she once again looked at the clock to find that she had an hour to go before she could get up without disturbing anyone else. Laying in her bed and staring at the ceiling, she tried not to focus on the oncoming stomach ache that was brewing due to her holding her pee for so long. She folded one leg under the other and closed her eyes again, her hand unconsciously going to rub at her swelling belly. It was funny really, she was fat and she knew that she was fat, but she could still feel the swelling of her bladder and when she pressed lightly, not only did she increase her desperation, but she could feel how hard her bladder was becoming. Looking at the time again, she narrowed her eyes when she saw that mere minutes had passed since she'd last looked. This was going to take forever! Closing her eyes, she decided that she would at least attempt to get some more sleep in before she was absolutely forced to disturb everyone to go to the bathroom. Thankfully, sleep found her yet again and she managed to go into a relatively dreamless sleep, only to be woken again what seemed like minutes later, but an even more forceful urge to pee. Once again looking at the clock, she saw that it was a few minutes to 8 and if she waited a bit longer, her bladder could get the release it craved. However, a door opened and she closed her eyes knowing exactly who it was. Her sister was at work today and she was to go in early, so that meant she would be hogging the bathroom until at least 10 past 8. Looking up at the ceiling again, her ears picked up the sound of her sister taking a piss and she fidgeted a little in bed, the noise making her desperation a little worse, then was the sound of the isolator going on and she groaned. The shower was more noisy than her sister wetting into the toilet and she could hear the water streaming out of the shower head and hitting the floor. Unconsciously, she slipped a hand under her panties and pressed against her labia while also swapping the leg that was under the other leg. That did little to ease the urge though and she bit her lip. Soon, the shower went off and she slowly sat up in the middle of her bed and began to find her pyjama top under the mountain of clothing she'd put on top of her pyjamas the night before. When she found it, she was just putting it on when she heard another door open and her posture deflated. Her step-dad was coming out of the room to have his morning shit no doubt. She quietly growled to herself, her step-dad always took ages in the bathroom because he had to do he shit, wipe, have a piss or the other way around and then he got dressed and put his spray on too. The worst part was that he never ever sprayed the air freshener after he was done, she she was often forced to wait until the stench of his bowel movements was gone. When he was done and he finally came out of the bathroom, her desperation was reaching a critical point where she was beginning to feel sick from where she was holding for so long. She was about to get up out of her bed when yet another door opened. Once again her posture sank as her auntie came out of her room. Because of her auntie's age, she was the priority when it came to using the bathroom, because otherwise the latter would have an accident and that would give her something else to moan about. So, she sat back down on her bed with her hands wedged tightly between her legs. She couldn't keep still now, her legs were bouncing and she was squirming an awful lot. Her eyes screwed shut as she felt the telltale signs of a few dribbles escaping her urethra and landing into her panties. Gritting her teeth, she tried to cross her legs tighter and when she heard the toilet flush, she got up and hobbled towards her bedroom door. Taking her hands away from herself, it was unsightly to have a woman holding herself like a young child, she reached out to open the door, only to find that her mother had now taken the bathroom. She groaned in defeat, knowing that she wouldn't be able to hold on much longer she looked around the room and spotted a few big towels. Closing her door, she hurried over to the towels as to not disturb her overfull bladder and pulled a couple of the towels down. They were thick, that was good and very absorbent too. Arranging them on her bed, she sat down on it and waited. She didn't want to purposely wet the bed, she would wait until her mother was finished in the bathroom. More and more dribbles began to escape her and she jammed her hands between her legs even more, hissing as she caught some of her pubic hair with her rings. As soon as she heard the toilet flush again, she got up and walked to the bedroom door again, opening it in time to see her mother come out and head down the stairs with the others. Finally she could go to the bathroom. She waddled into the bathroom and groaned as a big leak escaped her, soaking through her panties and dripping onto the linoleum floor. Closing the bathroom door, she locked it and shuffled over to the toilet bowl, but this proved to be too much for her bladder as a tingle went up her spine and suddenly, her pee began to stream out of her. Picking up the toilet lid quickly, she didn't care about pulling her panties down, she simply sat down on the toilet and let what was happening happen. The relief that flooded her was astronomical and as soon as she was finished, she took her soiled panties off and put them in the sink. Her auntie often moaned about how because she was a big girl, she often marked her panties with a discharge that stained them, so she got into the habit of washing her panties off with hand soap and elbow grease in the mornings. She wiped herself and got up to do the deed of washing her panties, before getting into the shower. Edited June 9, 2015 by Omorashifetishfan94 (see edit history)
A/N: This was my first point commission for writing. The commissioner had a pretty good scenario but no idea for a character, so I decided to do an original story to make it easier for them. So yeah, original stories are something I do too. Abigail Blake, who much preferred to be called “Abby”, as many girls with her name do, had had an early start that morning. She was all about fitness and keeping herself healthy, and had a lot of things she did to keep up with that. Running was one of them, and she had grown quite a fondness for it over the years. Therefore, she ran a lot of marathons, and she was in the process of training for one. She had started marathons when she was fifteen, and was now nineteen. That morning, she had woken up early for a practice run in the park. She had pulled on her light blue track shorts and black sports bra, put her shoulder-length blonde hair into a ponytail, and had a glass of water with her breakfast. She filled up her large water bottle before leaving, because she knew the importance of staying hydrated on long runs like that. She had stretched for a bit and then set off, jogging toward the park at a light pace, nothing heavy duty just yet. The park had a rather large walking trail, and she intended to run it twice before going home. If she could do that without exhausting herself too much, her next marathon would be no problem at all. She took a drink from her bottle as soon as she reached the park, refilling the few sips she had taken from the water fountain before starting off down the track. Again, she went at a light jog, knowing from years of experience that it was better for her to pace herself. Her mind was elsewhere as she ran, thinking about all sorts of things. One of her favorite things about running was how little mental effort it took; it was peaceful and she was free to think about anything she wanted. When she got up this early, there was hardly anyone else in the park, and she felt as if she were all alone in the world. It was nice to experience quiet like this. She would stop occasionally to drink from her bottle, trying to make it last until the end of her first lap so that she could refill then. She was making good progress, increasing her pace every now and then as she went. She had been practicing for so long, and she knew that she would do well. She didn't like to take breaks. She would slow down to take a drink, but other than that, she liked to keep going at a steady and consistent pace. It was harder to gauge her abilities if she stopped for any reason, because she would not be able to stop when she was in the marathon. So when she first felt the slight urge to pee, she ignored it. There was no time for any bathroom breaks, and besides, it was just the tiniest need. She would be able to hold it without any problem. She was used to this, actually. The amount of water she drank always left her needing to go by the end of her run; sure, it had never hit her this early before, but that didn't matter. She could hold it. ~X~ She finished up her first lap and refilled her water bottle, trying to ignore the spasms this sent through her bladder. This still was not anywhere near an emergency level, but the thought of drinking more did make her cringe a bit. She knew that she had to keep drinking, however. Starting off at the same pace, she did her best to ignore the sloshy feeling she got every time one of her feet hit the ground. She didn't know why she had to pee more than usual today, but that was not something she could really fix now. She had to get around the track again, and home, before she could really do anything about it. The park bathrooms were disgusting, and she would not be caught dead in one. It got harder and harder to ignore the growing pressure in her rapidly swelling bladder, and she knew that it would only get worse as she kept drinking. She had to get home soon, but even if she wanted to cut her run short, there was no way she could at this point in the trail. Her only option was a shortcut through a thicket that she was sure was filled with snakes and poison ivy, and that was not something she was willing to risk any more than using a park bathroom. So she pressed on, trying not to increase her speed beyond the level she needed to go to remain steady. She couldn't let her problem affect her that much and, besides: running harder only made it harder for her to hold it. By the time she had finally reached the end of the track, she was positively bursting. She had finished her run, and not a moment too soon. All that remained was getting home, and then she would be in the clear. She decided that it would be best to walk home. She didn't want to exhaust herself after such a hard run, and again, running was hard on bladder. A slow walk would delay her relief, but she would avoid mishaps at the same time. Not that she thought there would be any mishaps; she was an adult. She had not wet herself since childhood, and she was not going to start now. She could feel her bladder pulsing as it filled more and more with the water she had had to drink. Perhaps she should have slowed down on that a little more, but at the time, she hadn't known it would get this bad. But hindsight was twenty-twenty, and all she could do now was fight off the urge as best she could. God, did she ever have to pee, though. She had never really realized how long of a walk it was between the park and her house, since she had always ran it and had never really been absolutely dying for a piss while walking either. She grit her teeth, pausing to bounce on her knees for a bit to try and make it easier on her. It worked, but only as long as she did it, and when she resumed walking, the pain came back full-force. “Just a little bit longer,” she said quietly to herself, but the encouragement did not manage to soothe her frequently complaining bladder. She felt so uncomfortably swollen that she wondered how it was even possible to be this full. After a few more steps, she was suddenly so overcome by a wave of desperation that she could not continue walking. She had to pause grab herself, glad that there was nobody out to see her doing such a ridiculous thing. She never would have thought she would be pushed to do it, but she was afraid that if she didn't, she would lose control. If I could find somewhere discreet enough, maybe I could go ahead and go now, she thought to herself. She was shocked that she was even thinking such a thing, but the pressure in her bladder had overridden all her senses, and she felt that if she did not relieve herself soon, she would not be able to make the walk home at all. What harm was there in going outside, just as long as nobody saw her? She decided that there was no harm, and began looking for the right place to do it. Her eyes fell on a long row of large hedges. If she went behind them, that would offer a good block from the road and any passing cars, making it the perfect spot. She made her way over, slipping behind the bushes. She wanted to scream in frustration when she saw what was on the other side. An open field was there, with a family setting up for some event. They would get a clear view of the show if she dropped her shorts right here, and so she had to turn back around and continue her walk, keeping her eyes peeled for any other good places. However, she could not seem to find any decent spots that were hidden enough that did not somehow have someone around to see. Her luck was getting increasingly more and more rotten, and her bladder was not getting any less full as she searched fruitlessly. The biggest problem with her search, she soon realized, was that she had strayed from her path home, and now had even further to walk than when she had started looking in the first place. She needed to find a place even worse than before, but she had no more time to waste. She had to go home, straight away, before the unthinkable happened. She really, really did not want it to happen. As mentioned before, she had not wet herself since childhood, and there was no part of her that wanted to rekindle the habit. She had zero interest in doing such a thing, but she felt as though it was becoming more and more of a possibility. She couldn't let it happen. But what else could she do? She had tried finding somewhere to pee discreetly, and that had not only failed, but backfired. She was getting so full that she had no idea if she was actually capable of making it home on time. She had an iron will as far as all of this was concerned, but she feared that even that would not be enough to stop the potential accident from happening. She clamped her muscles tight, walking as quickly as she could without jarring her bladder too much, once again trying to focus on her determination. Her will might not be enough in the end, but if she did not try to re-enforce it, it would definitely not be enough. Finally, after what felt like years of walking with an overly full bladder, she stood at the top of her street. Her house was so close! Her bladder gave a strong spasm and she leaked into her panties a bit, as if it were trying to discourage her. She looked down and saw that she had not leaked enough to show on her shorts, and kept going with her old resolve. She would not be defeated this close to home! She surged on, her steps slowing again as she tried not to press her luck. This close to the end, it would be better for her to slow down and not risk going so fast she lost control, right there on the sidewalk. She would make it to her house without further incident; she would. As she neared her house, she saw one of her neighbors outside, watering their landscaping. The site of the water made her shudder, and she tried to walk by as quickly as possible, while still waving politely. To her dismay, they said, “Hello, Abby! How have things been for you lately?” She replied with a simple, “Pretty good,” hoping that that would end the conversation right then and there, and she could continue to her house. She did not think she could survive a conversation, especially not with the water going right there. “How's your schoolwork going?” they asked, and it was hard for her to keep smiling politely with the frustration this caused her. She had to get inside, now, but it would feel strange to excuse herself this quickly and she didn't particularly want to admit how badly she had to go. “It's...going,” she said. “I mean, most of my classes are pretty easy this semester, just a few tricky ones here or there. You know how it is...” “Oh, I'm sure you're doing just fine,” her neighbor said with a hearty laugh. “But how about your mother? I heard those tomatoes of hers were coming out even bigger than last year! What on earth is her secret?” She had never realized how pointless most conversations seemed before, but now she wanted to shout, “Who cares?!” before taking off for her house. Instead, she said, “I honestly have no idea how she does it...” “Guess that's a secret even her own daughter can't know.” Again with that laugh, that made her cringe almost as much as the running water did. Her bladder throbbed again in protest. She was not going to make it if this conversation did not end soon. “Guess so,” she said, forcing a cheery grin. This was absolutely killing her. There was no way she could possibly survive this encounter. Her bladder was probably going to explode at any second. “You know, you've really grown up so much these past few years. I hardly even recognize you!” No, no, no, not this! The my-how-you've-grown conversation was the most pointless and time consuming thing she had ever experienced in her life. She had to get of this, stat. “I'm sure,” she said, her composed facade nearly faltering as her bladder cramped. “But, hey, I'm kinda running late for something so I need to get home.” “Oh, I'm so sorry,” her neighbor said, looking hardly apologetic. “You know me, I just get carried away all the time, never know when to shut up. That's what Dave is always telling me, you know, but you should hear him during baseball season! Now there's a man who gets carried away! Yammer, yammer, yammer, even more than I do.” As if that were even possible. Abby winced and tried to disguise it as another fake smile, nodding. She decided that if she said another word, she would inevitably start another landslide of conversation, and she was really running short on time. She simply waved and turned, ignoring the call of, “Well, goodbye! Don't forget to tell your mother I said hi!” She leaked again almost as soon as she started to walk away, and this time, she could tell it had soaked through a bit. It was a small, dark patch on her shorts, not noticeable if she held her legs a certain way, but a spot nonetheless. She fought back tears at the acknowledgment of how close she was to really losing it and how pathetic she felt to be put in this mess to begin with. As soon as she was in the door, she was at least safe in one aspect; no one in her family seemed to be home. She did not have to worry about keeping up public appearances one second longer, and immediately a hand flew between her legs and she began to squirm and wiggle in place, trying to regain her composure before she made the walk to the bathroom. She felt a few more spurts as she walked, and knew that the spot on her shorts would be visible now, but she still refused to give up just yet. It did not matter if she had already wet herself a little; she was not going to wet herself completely, not even if no one else was around to see it. She was too old for something like that, and she had come to far to give up now. Her bladder was so achingly full that she wondered how it was even possible that she hadn't lost control yet. Not that she was complaining about that, of course. She was just incredibly curious, unaware that she had such a strong capacity. But how far that strength went, she was not sure. Certainly not far enough to last her more than a few more minutes, at the most. She struggled to hobble up the stairs, realizing halfway that this was a terrible idea and that she should have just used the downstairs bathroom. It was force of habit; she had her own bathroom right next to her bedroom and she always used it. She barely even remembered that the downstairs one existed at all. Either way, it was too late for her to turn back and attempt the trip down the downstairs, so she could only continue on. When she had reached the top, she gave up all attempts to take things slow and steady, and bolted for the bathroom. She stopped dead in her tracks when she felt a spurt run down her legs and had to regain her composure yet again. She kept her hands between her legs as she took each agonizing step. Finally, finally, finally she was in her bathroom, standing in front of her toilet, and the battle was over. Premature relief flooded through her, only to be interrupted by the horrifying realization that she could not move her hands without leaking. She would not be able to get her shorts off in time. She was too close, too damn close to really fail, and she tried. She really, really tried, but there was just no stopping it. Her bladder was too full, and too tired, to hold in its contents a moment longer. The final time she tried to remove her shorts, a strong jet of piss escaped, flooding her panties and running down her legs. She let out a sound that was half frustration and half relief as she wet herself completely, her bladder emptying steadily and pooling at her feet, splashing on the bathroom floor. It felt fantastic to no longer hold all of that in her, and it seemed like the flow would never end. Had she really managed to hold that much in? She peed for what must have been a full minute or more, before the stream slowly trickled to a stop. She sighed again, letting the full sensation of relief wash over her. It was all over now, and even if it had not been the outcome she had wanted, she could not deny that she was just happy not have to hold it anymore. It was still rather embarrassing that she had wet herself, and frustrating that it had happened right in front of her own toilet, but she could at least be glad that nobody had seen it happen. She may have wet herself, but she had been spared the public humiliation and that was all that really mattered.
Hello, Readers. If you have not read Book One of the Lunambra Tales, please visit this link and do so- https://omorashi.org/topic/21635-to-lunambra-a-medieval-watersports-tale/ -There are many related events and characters. I suppose this story is still sexy enough without the knowledge of Book One, but if you actually care about the story... Also, I will warn that this story contains passionate, desperate sex, nudity, and many other suggestive themes far beyond peeing. So if you don't like that stuff, for some reason that I'll never understand, you can skip this one. Also, this story contains no violence, unlike my first, so if that turned you off, you may find this one more palatable. Either way, I hope you enjoy my story, and there will be a Book Three. ******************** Part One – Garden ****************** "I truly do not know if I can contain it any longer, my Prince," Marina moaned as she lay naked and spread-eagle on the massive bed. "I know you can," Baeden assured her. "You've only had eight goblets and it's been less than two hours. The first time I saw you soak yourself you had waited all night and half a day. Your belly is still soft. You can wait a lot longer, I am sure of it." Marina twisted her legs together and held onto Baeden's left arm, her face nuzzled into his shoulder. "That time, I believed my life and home depended on staying dry. Like this, at peace, it's so much harder to hold it in." She slowly slid her right hand down her chest, over her belly, and between her legs. "I feel like I'm going to leak any time now." Baeden smiled at the young, beautiful redhead. "Would you be willing to make this more interesting? I will put you in a dress and veil, and we will go on a stroll through the castle gardens. My mother is with the riding trainer. Any civilians or noblemen who see us will simply believe that you are a Princess I am courting. That is, unless you wet your skirts in front of them.” Marina blushed nearly as red as her own hair, squeezing Baeden's arm tighter. “Why do you want me to humiliate myself like that? I know you love it when I hold my waters for you, but here, alone...” “I want to see you like you were the first time we made love, Marina. You were at your very limits, reddened, sweating, your belly was rock-hard. It was the most fascinating thing I've ever seen. You are beautiful as you are now, but I want more than anything to see that desperation again. I do not want you to lose control outside, I want you to hold on until we get back in here.” Marina grasped Baeden's hand and moved it between her legs, letting him feel her moist, warm lips. He gently stroked her, and she shivered, pressing his arm against her breasts. “If you want to see me like that again, I will do as you ask. Just understand that I am already very full, and I will not be able to stay out for too long,” she whispered. Baeden nodded and rolled to his side, standing straight. Marina smiled at his manhood which stood like a flagpole, leaning over and giving it a quick rub. He swatted her hand away, grinning. “Save it for when we get back. Now what should you wear...” He opened his closet, which he had recently made home to numerous dresses and skirts he picked out specifically for Marina. He shuffled through them, eventually removing a light blue half-dress and white silk underskirts. She nodded approvingly at his choice, and stood up from the soft bed. Baeden stared at her, her small but perfect breasts sitting on her thin chest, her legs squeezed together with a slight bend, one hand pressed between them. Baeden stepped up to her, and kissed her chest and shoulders. “These first,” he whispered to her, laying the underskirts on the ground in front of her. She gingerly stepped into them, and Baeden slid them up her slender legs until they rested on her hip. She bounced on the balls of her feet, causing the skirts to floof about cutely. Next, Baeden pulled the light blue dress over her head, and she slid her arms through the silk sleeves. The dress fell across her body and settled around the skirts, and then, to Marina's horror, Baeden held up a lacy blue and white corset. “I can't wear that,” Marina gasped. “I'll wee myself immediately.” “But no Princess would be seen outside without one. You must keep our cover,” Baeden said slyly. “I simply won't be able to make it outside the castle if you put that on me. If you want me to wet a hallway, go ahead.” Baeden sighed. “Very well. I will tie it around your chest, but leave it loose on your belly.” Marina nodded, and wrapped her arms around Baeden's neck as he tied the corset on her. As promised, he left the laces loose around her stomach, and she could still reach between her legs. “Are you ready?” “Yes, my Prince. I am actually feeling excited by this.” “I hoped you would be. Follow me.” Baeden led her out of his chambers and through the halls of the castle. Down the stairs of the entrance hall and outside through the back gate, Marina saw the massive garden that spanned out in front of them. Empty, isolated, and in full bloom, she smiled and held on to Baeden's hand. Before they entered the garden, Baeden led her to a stone fountain, from which a thin stream of clean water flowed from the mouth of a stone fish. “Drink, Marina. I fear what you have already had will not be enough to fill you further.” Marina blushed again, but obeyed. She drank the sparkling fresh water, gulping down sip after sip until Baeden placed his hand on her shoulder. She was extremely embarrassed, red-faced and grimacing, all while holding a look of adventurous excitement in her eyes. “I cannot believe we are doing this. Anyone could see. I have to wee so badly, I can't hold my legs still anymore...” Baeden stood and helped Marina to her feet. “We are alone here. It is not a harvesting day, and nobody will come until the gardener this afternoon. We have all day.” “I will be lucky to make it all hour, my Prince. You say my belly is soft, but if that is true, it is because I must be getting fat. I am truly desperate.” Baeden laughed at this. “You are absolutely not getting fat, Marina. You will see today, how much more you can hold. It has been a long time since we first did this.” And so they walked into the green garden, Baeden leading the way through the tall hedges and patches of growing vegetables. Marina hobbled behind, stopping to hold herself every few seconds. Baden soon stopped and turned to her. “Stop that. Imagine that we are walking with another Kingdom's royal family. You are full to bursting, but you cannot let it show. You are a princess, you will hold on as long as you need to.” Marina removed her hand from her womanhood and stood straight, her legs together and her hands pressed to her sides. “Better,” Baeden said, and continued his walk. For nearly an hour they circled the massive garden, and eventually Marina could just not walk properly anymore. She stopped and leaned forward, her hands shooting to her belly. Baeden turned to her and watched as she bent her knees and bounced her bottom, her red hair swaying with her movements. Baeden walked to her and grabbed her hand, and began to pull her along. She gasped and moaned, holding herself with her free hand the whole way. Finally they came to a stone bench in the center of the greenery. Marina made straight for it, sitting down and crossing her legs tightly, gasping out loud and staring into the sky. “You really do look full,” Baeden whispered to her. Here, let me...” He sat down next to Marina, staring into her eyes and gently lifting her veil over her head. He wrapped his arm around her side, pulling her onto his lap. She moaned and clenched her legs on either side of his own, pressing herself into him. He slowly slid his arm around her, feeling the front of the corset and pushing in gently. She grasped his arm tightly, hissing in protest, but he kept pushing on her belly, kneading it and pressing it. It was solid and tight now. Not only was Marina desperate for relief, but she was beginning to get increasingly excited. She forced Baeden's hand away, and stood and turned, replacing herself on his lap, but facing him. She held his head in her hands and kissed him, thrusting herself into his leg and putting all her weight on it. “I feel like I am going to start leaking any second, my Prince. I will not make it back to your chambers, and I fear if I tried, I would fail while on the castle stairs.” Baeden stayed silent, but grasped the front of her dress and gently lifted it up, along with the three underskirts. He held her right leg and pushed it gently, and she responded by lifting it over his other leg so she fully straddled him. Her bright red lower hair glowed in the sunlight, glistening with either her urine or sex. Baeden looked around, staring at the castle walls, and at the garden around them. They were completely concealed from any windows or balconies, and the garden was silent as the grave. Baeden gave in to himself, grasping for the drawstring on his breeches. Marina helped him, and soon they were past his knees. Baeden got to work on her corset, unlacing it all the way up so her breasts fell loose in her dress. He pulled the light fabric down over her shoulders, exposing them both, and he began to suck gently on her right nipple. “Oh, my Prince, I am...mmm.” Baeden felt a sudden spurt of wetness strike his manhood, and looked down at her. A very slow, light leak was escaping the small girl's body, her flower quivering desperately and her legs tightly squeezing his own. “Hold it in, Marina. Just kiss me now, and do not let any more escape you.” “You ask the impossible...” she whispered. Baeden held her waist and pressed down, lowering her onto his member. He penetrated her easily, and he used his legs to move her up and down on top of him. She was holding his neck nearly tight enough to strangle him, but he kept his head in her chest and his hands on her hips. They found a rhythm, with Baeden thrusting his legs up and down and Marina gyrating on top of him. Soon, Marina began whimpering desperately into his ear, and with each thrust he could feel her leaking more of her golden liquids. They continued for five minutes, and soon Baeden could not control himself any longer. He pushed Marina off of him, and he came with a powerful moan, shooting his seed into the bush behind her. Marina collapsed on the bench beside him, stroking herself with her own hands, moaning and thrusting, until her whole body began to shake. Then she stood and froze, arms squeezed to her sides in a manner that made her breasts protrude wondrously. “I can't...it's coming now...” Baeden leaned back and watched as the soft hissing noise made itself heard from underneath her dress. A small line of liquid began trickling from beneath her skirts, snaking downhill into the nearest patch of dirt. Baeden stood too, and pressed her dress between her legs as she relieved herself. The fabric was soaked through instantly, pouring over his hand and onto the stone floor. Marina's blushing had somehow surpassed the color of her hair and moved on to a beet or a cherry, and she moved her hips back and forth as he pressed his hand into her. “I cannot believe what you turned me into,” she said to him. “I should feel horrific, mortified, but why? I love the way this feels. I know you love this too. It just feels natural, more than anything.” “If it feels natural to you, then it is natural. Everyone is a part of this Earth, there is no such thing as unnatural, the way I see it,” Baeden whispered to her, still running his hands under her lasting stream. Finally the waterfall ceased, and she released her dress. The entire front of it was soaked, and Baeden could not describe how beautiful she looked if he were the best poet in the Kingdom. “Obviously you cannot go back to the castle like this. Follow me.” Marina followed Baeden further into the garden, always glancing around for any sign of another person, but their solitude was total. They soon made it to the center of the garden, where a large fountain flowed fifteen feet in the air. Baeden wrapped his arms around Marina's shoulders and walked her along, kissing her the whole way. “I am truly sorry,” Baeden whispered, as they reached edge of the fountain. “For wha-AAAH!” Baeden shoved Marina backwards and she toppled over the stone, splashing into the cold water. She thrashed about, shrieking, and Baeden stood back as she climbed out of the fountain and sprawled out on the stone walkway. “Oh, you bastard,” Marina cried, glaring up at Baeden, who was grinning down at her. “I had to do it, Marina. Nobody can tell you wet yourself if, well, all of yourself is wet. Come on, we'll cut through the grass and get you in a warm bath and dry clothes.” Marina got unsteadily to her feet and followed Baeden back through the garden. As they approached the staircase into the castle, a short guard jogged out to greet them. “What happened, are you alright, my Lady?” he asked, looking over the drenched girl. “Aye,” Baeden spoke for her. “She had a bit too much wine this morning and got a little tipsy by the fountain. Keep your post, I will handle things.” The guard saluted Baeden and walked back to the corner of the garden. The two of them quickly ascended the steps and made for Baeden's chambers, locking the door behind them. *********************** Part Two – Perspective *********************** Sabina slowly walked through the hedges of the castle garden, rubbing her throbbing, distended bladder through her cloth undercoat. The crotch of her leather pants was already damp, and more leaked out of her with every few steps she took. Damn this, how could I get lost in a bloody garden? She stopped again, glaring around and over the hedges, but it was just green in every direction, the only path out twisting and intersecting with other side paths. Just get some cabbage, I said. I'll use the chamberpot when I get home, I said. Sabina fancied herself an adventurer, but her brain was home to one of the worst senses of direction in the Kingdom. She could get lost in her own house. Now, she cursed herself as she was forced to squat down, squeezing between her legs with all her strength to keep her waters inside. I have no choice, I have to do it out here. There's nobody within half a mile of me, It'll be fine. She hobbled around one last corner, and had to stifle a shriek as she saw two nobles sitting on a bench almost directly in front of her. They were distracted, staring into each others eyes. Sabina jumped sideways, collapsing into a large group of bushes that formed a small circle. She crawled into the center and fell backwards, twisting her legs together and letting out a silent moan. The sudden surprise and movement had forced a decent spurt from her tortured body, and she could feel the wetness building around her backside within the waterproof pants. She pushed her pelvis upwards and let the urine drip free of her clothes. She had a good view of the two nobles through the greenery, and she watched them as she held herself and gyrated against her hands. Wait a minute, that's Prince Baeden. And is that Marina with him? The hair is right, but I can't see under that veil. As if on cue, Baeden lifted the woman's veil, revealing that it was indeed Marina. Sabina watched, still desperately holding on, as Baeden lifted Marina onto his lap and began rubbing her belly under a loose corset. She was writhing on top of him, her face held in a combination of pleasure and pain. Soon she stood and got back on top of him, facing him. Sabina felt another spurt leak out of her as Marina lifted her leg and positioned herself over Baeden, and Sabina began feeling very warm as Baeden undid his breeches and lifted up her skirts, his face completely stupefied. Sabina had never seen one before, and she stared at it, dumbfounded. She was violently returned to reality as a longer burst of wee shot out of her, and she realized that it was over. She ripped the rope of her pants apart, kicking them off her legs as quickly as she could without making noise. Sabina lay there, naked from the waist down, watching as Baeden began to make love to Marina just a few feet from her. She found her hand making its way back between her legs, but instead of the tight squeezing she had gotten used to over the past hour, she began to rub her slick, leaking flower, sliding two fingers into herself. Marina's moans could be heard clearly, obviously she and Baeden were completely sure of their solitude. They went on for a time as Sabina watched, thrusting her fingers inside of her body until she was overcome with uncontrollable pleasure. She bit down hard on her undercoat, silently moaning into the cloth, tears of pleasure sitting in the corners of her eyes, containing a squeal as Baeden pushed Marina off of him, and something white flew from his manhood and landed just inches away from her. Sabina was still containing the majority of her water, and she squirmed as Marina stood up, walking ever closer to her. Sabina pressed her hand over her mouth, her breathing shallow. “I can't...it's coming now,” Marina said, looking down at her feet. Sabina stared, eyes wide, as the soft hiss could be heard and Marina's flood started pouring from under her skirts. The path of liquid found its way to the patch of dirt surrounding Sabina's hiding place, all the while more and more sprayed from the tiny girl. Baeden had walked up to Marina and was rubbing her womanhood through her dress, soaking his hands. Finally she finished, and after exchanging some whispered words, the two of them walked away. It was all too much for Sabina. She forced both hands between her legs, twisting them together and folding herself up into a ball, but it was over. Her waters found their way through her hands and flooded the grass beneath her, and she bit her lip as she felt herself orgasm once more. She dropped her hands and opened her legs, watching her wee shoot freely into the bushes in front of her. She found herself smiling madly, and she pushed down on her belly and giggled as the pressure of her stream increased. This is fun, she thought. A long time later, she slowed to a trickle and finally stopped. She lay in the bushes for nearly an hour, fingering and rubbing herself the entire time. Baeden and Marina's display was the most wonderful thing she had ever seen, and she wanted more. ***************** Part Three – Ride ***************** Queen Jenara was glad that the hard leather of her saddle pressed into her private areas, it always made it easier to ride for so long without relief. Still, the bouncing as her black mare trotted along caused the liquids within her to press down with great force. Every time she did this, she wondered how her horse would react if she were to wet herself while riding. Of course she would never do such a thing, but the thought still amused her. She sat up straighter, removing some pressure from herself, but it made the bouncing even worse. She squeezed her legs on either side of the animal, wanting to get back to the castle as soon as possible. A few meters in front of her, the new stable girl Mary Estenna rode along on a small white stallion. Her horse was obviously young and untrained, swerving around the stone path with a rebellious attitude. She kicked at the beast's sides to keep it on the path, and soon she pulled it to a halt and gingerly dismounted. “Excuse me for a moment, my Queen,” she said, starting to walk off the path into the trees. “What are you doing, girl?” Queen Jenara asked her. “I need to wee,” Mary said simply. “Oy, you...you wait right there,” Jenara blustered. “What is the matter with you, saying that in front of Royalty?” Mary looked confused. “You asked what I was doing, so I told you.” “Yes, but you will do that in your own home. Get back on your horse and ride on,” Jenara ordered. Mary turned to Jenara, bending one knee and placing a hand on her belly. “Are you in a hurry? Do you need to relieve yourself as well? I can handle your dress.” “WERE YOU RAISED IN A BARN, GIRL?” Jenara shouted. “Yes.” Jenara sighed. “Of course. Listen to me, a woman cannot just do that out in the trees. We have to hold ourselves to a higher standard.” “That's bollocks,” Mary quipped. “What true reason is there to keep myself uncomfortable? There are no men around us, we are the only ones for miles. You mean to tell me that in all your journeys, you've never had to empty yourself along the way?” Jenara closed her eyes for a moment. Her memory flashed back to the woods near Olsha Fortress, where she once sat on a fallen tree, her legs and womanly area in the open air with her servant Marina pressing against her belly as she soaked the earth in front of her. It had been a special circumstance, she had been bound in a dungeon for nearly an entire day with half a barrel of wine in her belly and only ten seconds of relief the whole time. The memory made her current pressure increase, and she squeezed her legs even tighter. Her horse whinnied its displeasure. She opened her eyes and looked back towards Mary, who was now bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Please, my Queen. If you do not let me do it now, I fear for my horse,” she said with a dry chuckle. Jenara sighed again. “It is not often that I get out-debated by a servant, but I believe you may have a point. I too could use a break. Come, help me from this animal.” Mary stepped forwards and took Jenara's hand, guiding her as she slid off the tall horse. The pressure in her bladder immediately increased, but she remained still. “Where do you want to do it, then?” “This is usually where I stop for it when I ride on my own. There's a nice spot surrounded by pines a couple dozen meters into the trees, nobody could see even if they were looking for us. Please come now, I don't know how much time I have left here...” Jenara grinned as she followed the stable girl. She remembered her childhood, when she was still training for her duties as a Queen. She had wet herself countless times as she was forced to sit still for eight hours, the average length of a war meet or other council. This bit of training was once every week. Of course, it was all to prepare her for the real thing so the same would not happen at a time of importance. She could almost feel it, pushed to the front of her memory. She sat in a wooden chair with her handmaiden across from her, shaking her head with her hands over her eyes as her body gave out and she soaked her dress through. Every time she wet herself, the dress was shown to her mother just to humiliate her into holding it better next time. Eventually, she could make it through eight hours with ease. The training was considered complete after she could wait for an entire day without relief, a feat she barely accomplished just days before her sixteenth birthday. Now, she was thirty-seven, and could easily wait for over twenty-four hours with little difficulty. Now, she had only been without relief for about six hours. She had wine and a lot of water with breakfast, plus a one liter water skin while riding. Of course she felt the desire to let it out, but there was no true need for it. In all honesty, she was worried about being left alone on the road, albeit for only a couple of minutes. She had been paranoid ever since her kidnapping, understandably so, and although Mary was only a small girl Jenara felt an illusion of safety with another. Soon Jenara was being led through a patch of thick pines, then she stepped out into a small, secluded clearing. A fallen tree lay a few feet away, and yellow and red flowers lined the perimeter of the clearing. It was obviously not a naturally-formed location. “Did you set up this area, Mary?” Queen Jenara asked. “Aye, I did,” Mary said. “This is pretty much my home. The stable house is smelly, dirty, old, and falling apart. I often sleep here, I stop here to relieve myself on my rides, and I...” She stopped suddenly, looking to her feet as she squirmed. “You can tell me,” Jenara said softly to her. “I promise you will not be judged for anything you say here.” She watched as Mary bent her knees and squeezed her thin legs together. Jenara feigned interest in the girl's life, but in reality she was finding it amusing to watch her get more and more desperate as she talked. Mary reminded Jenara of herself at a younger age. Just enough respect to keep from getting exiled, but enough of a talk-back attitude to show her personality. “Well, I've brought some friends here...” “What of boyfriends?” Jenara asked with a sly smile. “I've...no interest in boyfriends. Men are all...displeasing, to me.” “You mean women, then? Are you queer?” Mary turned bright red. “I don't have to answer that. Such acts are not allowed under the word of-” “Be calm, girl,” Jenara whispered. “I...understand. Ever since my husband died, I have had trouble even looking suitors in the face. All men remind me of him, for he was like all other men. Loud, drunk, and mean when the latter. All I miss of him is the physical pleasure he gave me, and to be perfectly honest I have learned to do the same on my own.” “On your own?” Mary asked. “What do you mean?” Jenara blinked, and she felt herself flushing, something very rare for a Queen. “Yes...I have learned over the years that I can bring myself to satisfaction using...well, my own hands. It has saved me the desire of finding a new husband, as in my right mind I have no need for him. My son is ready to take the throne.” “How do you do it?” Mary asked quickly. “I couldn't possibly explain,” Jenara sputtered. “It is a very private matter, I do not know what I was thinking to bring it up in the first place.” “Please,” Mary said, in a voice very near to a beg. “Ever since I reached womanhood, I have wondered what it would feel like. When I was a child, my parents told me never to touch myself down there because God says it is wrong, but if you, the Queen, do it...” Jenara sighed. “Many people say God forbids a thing, simply because they do not understand the thing. Why would God make us capable of such feelings and sensations if we were not supposed to take advantage of them? I cannot believe I am saying this, but if you truly want to learn, I would be willing to...show you. Be warned, however, that if word of this reaches the ears of ANYONE, I will have your head as a slanderer of Royalty.” Mary was not afraid of the Queen's words, as she knew that she would never make this known to another soul. She looked at the Queen, so beautiful even though she was a little over twice her own age of eighteen. Her long, shining hair was bunned behind her head and her breasts showed prominently from her corset. “I would never do any such thing, my Queen. You have my word, for what it is worth from a stable girl. Just let me finally release this lake inside me first...” Mary grasped for the bottom of her thin dress, turning to face away from Jenara. She pulled the dress up, revealing her backside. Jenara could see Mary's flower between her legs. An idea suddenly formed inside Jenara's head just as Mary began to squat. She did not know why she thought of this, only that it was something she wanted. “Wait!” Jenara called out. Mary stood straight again, slamming her left hand between her legs and looking to Jenara, desperate and confused. “There is a condition,” Jenara said. “I will only do this for as long as you hold your waters. If you release yourself, I will walk back to the horses and we will be done with this. But for as long as you wait, I will introduce you to pleasures you could have never imagined.” Mary dropped her dress, her eyes worried and her legs held tightly together. “My Queen, I do not know why you want this, but I really cannot wait any longer. I will soon soak my dress if you do not let me wee right now.” “I can tell from looking at you that you are not truly at your limit. You are bouncing around, holding yourself, twisting your legs together. I have been there many times, I know what it feels like to completely lose control. Your body grows tight, your womanhood quivers, you look to be some months pregnant and your belly feels as hard as a pumpkin.” Jenara strode across the clearing to Mary, pressing her thumbs against the girl's stomach. She inhaled sharply and bent over, but Jenara felt the flesh give slightly. “You are not yet at your limit, and if I am to show you my most private things, you will do this for me.” Mary was breathing heavily. She felt moisture between her legs, but she did not believe she had leaked yet. She glanced down, the Queen's chest nearly in her face. “I...will do as you ask,” she whispered. “I will wait as long as I possibly can. Show me.” Jenara smiled and stepped back. “Help me out of my dress.” ******************* Part Four - Pleasure ******************* Queen Jenara was naked, now. Mary stood before her, her whole body shaking from both desperation and excitement. Jenara reached out and grasped Mary's dress, pulling it up to reveal the girl's most secret spot. It was obviously damp, her lower hair glistening. Jenara sat down on the grass, leaning against the fallen tree. Mary sat down in front of her, clinging between her legs with both hands. Jenara unfolded her legs from under her and spread them out, showing the girl what only her husband and closest servants have seen before. Jenara raised one finger and placed it between her legs, rubbing the soft spot at the top of her flower. Jenara was instantly hot, feeling herself grow slick. “Do what I do, girl,” Jenara whispered. Mary gingerly removed her left hand from between her legs. She felt her insides throbbing from fullness, more than she had ever felt before. The Queen's words rang in her ears. You are not yet at your limit. Mary placed the tip of her finger over the fleshy bit and began to press and rub at it. Sensations shot through her body instantly, a wave of warmness and tingling that engulfed her with each motion she made. She watched intently as the Queen's hand moved further down, pinching the lips between her legs and gyrating her fingers against the soft skin. The Queen began to moan softly through her tightly closed mouth. “The main trick...is to relax,” Jenara gasped out. “If you are anxious, or afraid, or stressed, you will never get all the way there. Let go of all your inhibitions, free your thoughts.” “Mmmph,” was all that Mary could manage. Pulses of pleasure flew up and down her naked, sweaty, desperate body. Behind it all, her bladder cried out in torment as she refused it all it wanted. Could the Queen really be right? Can I really get more full than this? If I was truly about to lose control, wouldn't I have leaked by now? “My Queen,” Mary panted. “I am trying to do as you say, but my belly throbs and my thoughts will not leave it. I cannot focus...” Jenara looked down at the girl, twisting about in the grass, covered in sweat and with her slender belly protruding slightly. The Queen rolled over and knee-walked towards Mary, laying down next to her. “It hurts, doesn't it, girl?” Jenara said. “It feels as though your whole body is pushing down between your legs. But at the same time, does it not feel good for you?” Mary thought about it. It really hurt, that was for sure. But at the same time, the pulses from her bladder and those of her flower combined caused sensations she could never have imagined in her wildest dreams. She had to relieve herself soon, her body would give her no choice. But she did not want the sensations to stop. Not yet. “I...think I like it,” Mary said. “Usually when I need to wee bad, the pressure is just here,” she placed a hand on the mound above her womanhood. “But now, when I have need greater than ever before, I feel it everywhere. It is an entirely new feeling.” Jenara reached out and grasped Mary's shoulders, pulling her close. They were almost embraced, Jenara's breasts pressing up against Mary's belly and hips. “And it will only get stronger the longer you hold on,” Jenara whispered. “Let's try something new...” Jenara placed her right hand against Mary's thigh, and slowly moved it towards her quivering privates. Mary gasped and feigned quiet protests, but did nothing to stop Jenara as she slid her middle finger into Mary's body. Whatever the Queen was doing in there, Mary's legs instantly went limp and she leaned back into the grass, nearly screaming in pleasure. Jenara's left hand shot up and pressed tightly against Mary's mouth. “Be silent. If we are found, I cannot even begin to describe what would happen.” Mary squeaked her agreement and gritted her teeth, thrusting involuntarily against Jenara's hand. Mary squeezed her eyes shut, and in her pleasure, her thoughts began to focus entirely on this minute, this second. Her body still screamed for relief, but she no longer cared. All she could care about was this beautiful, powerful woman sending the lights of Heaven directly into her body. She grasped both of her breasts with her free hands and squeezed them, rubbing the half-inch long nipples with her thumbs. Before she could feel it coming, her body tensed up, going stiff and shaking like a naked farmhand in the dead of winter. An impossible feeling shot throughout her body, radiating from her belly, to her head, down her legs and arms, and back again. She went completely limp, breathing heavily and staring up into the cloudless sky. A few seconds later, the Queen's voice rose softly to meet her ears. “I thought I was the only one who could squirt like that...” Mary gasped and clamped her legs shut. “Squirt? Did I wee? Oh my Queen, I am so-” “Ssshhh,” Jenara hissed. “You did not do that. I can taste that it isn't...when a woman has her final pleasure, fluids can gush out regardless of if she needs relief or not. You had so much, though...maybe because this is your first time.” “Maybe-OH, NO,” Mary cried out, twisting her legs tighter and stuffing her hands back down there. “Now that you've stopped, my need is much worse. If we are done, can I-” “I never said we are done,” Jenara interrupted. “One great advantage we women hold against men, is that we can feel this as much as we like. We need not wait. I think you need one more.” “I'm going to BURST,” Mary spat. “You say I can wait, but I feel it, ready to come out.” “I have never told a single soul this before now,” Jenara said suddenly. “But something extraordinary happened during my time in Olsha Fortress. The bandits had me chained up in a locked cell, on a stone slab. There was another women in the cell with me, an adventurer who was mistaken for myself. Before I was captured, at the feast the previous night, I made my home next to a barrel of wine, and I limited my intake of it in no way whatsoever. As I was chained there, I grew so full that it looked like a baby could pop out of me at any moment. Despite all my training, all my discipline, I was going to wet myself in front of those heathens. I would have had to flee the Kingdom. Anyway, this woman did something I could have never imagined. She crawled up next to me and asked if I would do anything to save my pride in front of my captors. I said 'yes,' of course. She climbed over me and placed her whole mouth over my privates just as I lost control. She drank me for over ten seconds, and because of it, I escaped the fortress with my honor intact to all but that girl and one of my servants.” “Why are you telling me this?” Mary choked out behind tears of desperation. Jenara did not answer. She grasped both of Mary's legs and wrenched them apart with surprising strength. Mary shouted out involuntarily, but went limp a third time as Queen Jenara shoved her face between Mary's legs. The feeling of a tongue entering her was unmistakable yet horrifically shocking. “What in the hell-” Mary's words were cut off by a wave of pleasure greater than any before. She just gave up and collapsed backwards, accepting the sensations that the Queen was giving her. It didn't matter how strange it was, it didn't matter that she was a stable girl getting serviced by a Queen, it didn't matter that her bladder was giving out- Wait, no, I can't, not like this- But her body was having none of it. She exhaled her long-withheld relief as she felt pulses of wee bursting out of her with every breath. With what little strength she had left, she looked down, afraid of what she might see. The Queen was still between her legs, her mouth pressed against her. As she described a minute before, she was drinking everything that Mary put out. Soon she pulled back, gasping for air, and began to lick the tip of Mary's flower as her wee sprayed out across the grass. Mary simply did not have the energy to be shocked at this. She felt Jenara's arms wrap around her, and she fell asleep while her waters still poured out. *************** Part Five - Pain *************** Mary opened her eyes and let out a quiet moan as she felt a soft hand on her breast. She turned her head to her right and saw Queen Jenara, still laying next to her. The Queen was on her back, with her legs twisted together and her right hand on her protruding belly. “How long was I asleep?” Mary asked. “I would guess a little over two hours, from the sun,” Jenara answered. “I hope you don't mind, but I helped myself to your water skin while you slept.” Mary's mouth curled into a peaceful smile. “You really like it, don't you? The feeling of a tortured bladder? It's as you said before, you look pregnant.” “It makes sense, I suppose,” Jenara whispered. “All through my youth and adolescence, all through my sexual development, I've been forced to hold my waters for my Queenly training. It's no wonder that I've formed a connection between fullness and pleasure. When I was held ransom, I got more desperate than I've ever been before, but I feared for my life, there was no room for pleasure there. But on my own, or with the...right person, it is...wonderful.” “Doesn't it hurt, though?” Mary questioned her. The stable girl's small hand had made its way onto the Queen's belly, and she was rubbing it gently, not applying any pressure. “It hurts so much,” Jenara responded. “It is a pain unlike any other, being this full. Why I love it, I will never understand...but when I touch myself like this, it is infinitely more powerful than when I am empty. I find almost no interest in sex or pleasure when I'm not bursting at the seams, it just does not feel right to me.” Mary felt herself getting damp again, despite her recent release. “You helped me earlier...is there anything you would like me to do for you in return?” Jenara smiled at her. “Yes, something that hasn't been done for me since the night of my wedding nineteen years ago. As I lay here, with enough in me to overflow a chamberpot, I want you to climb over me and sit on my belly.” Mary instantly felt her face flush. “I-I couldn't,” she stammered. “It might really hurt you.” “I want to feel the pain, Mary,” Jenara moaned. “I cannot get enough on my own, you need to help me. Sit on my belly and ride me as you would a horse, do not fear for my safety.” Mary started shaking her head, but Jenara reached out both of her hands, her soft, wet hands, and grasped the sides of Mary's head. Before she could even try to question it, Jenara had pulled her into a passionate kiss. Mary gasped and struggled slightly, but the Queen held her there with startlingly powerful arms. Soon, Mary closed her eyes and returned the kiss, feeling Jenara's tongue licking at her lips. “Do it, girl. I want to feel your weight on me, I want to feel the pressure of a person pushing down on it.” Mary just nodded and got onto her knees. She slowly lifted one leg and shifted over the Queen, until she was straddling the beautiful woman. Jenara slid her hands up Mary's thighs and gently pulled down, guiding the stable girl's weight directly onto her bladder. “Are you sure you want this, my Queen?” Mary asked once more. “Stop teasing me and do it now,” Jenara gasped through gritted teeth. “Just let your legs go limp and let me feel this again...” And so Mary did as she was told. She lifted her legs and sat on the Queen's belly, and she was instantly greeted with an earth-shattering scream of pleasure and pain combined. The Queen's mouth was wide open, and she arched her back so her breasts fell back towards her chin. Mary leaned forwards and grasped the Queen's chest, thumbing her nipples and grinding her womanhood against the Queen's rock-hard bladder. Suddenly, the Queen's arms shot out and grasped Mary's shoulders, pulling her into a tight embrace. They kissed, and soon Mary was licking Jenara's chest as she gasped and shuddered at the weight on her. “Turn...” Jenara choked out. “Turn around and get a finger in me, and rub the inside of it towards the sky. Quickly, please...” Mary did not hesitate, she placed a hand on the grass beside the Queen and spun around, sitting her weight on Jenara again, to another screaming gasp. Mary felt for the hole between the Queen's legs, and soon her right middle finger was inside and rubbing as fast as she could. The Queen started thrusting even harder, and with a final lurch, she went limp as a long stream of white liquid shot out of her and splattered into the grass under her legs. “Stay there, girl,” Jenara whispered. “I've only relieved myself outside once before, it takes me some time.” And so Mary sat there, gently bouncing on the Queen's bladder, until she heard Jenara sigh. As suddenly as a bolt of lightning shatters the sky, an absolute torrent burst out before Mary's eyes. She lost her balance from the shock of it, leaning back and falling against Jenara's breasts. The Queen wrapped her arms around Mary and held her there, as they both watched her stream of wee arch five feet through the air. After a minute, Jenara was inside of Mary again, rubbing her to completion before she even finished her relief. Jenara fell back, breathing heavily. Mary climbed off of the Queen and lay back down next to her, embracing her. “When I lost control, I felt great pressure in my belly and in my privates. But there was no actual pain. I want to feel what you felt someday. Do you think you would be able to train me to contain it for as long as you do?” Jenara smiled. “I can try.” ********************* Part Six - Remember ********************* The door to Baeden's chamber flew open, crashing into the stone wall. A guardsman jogged in, breathing heavily from the effort of running in his armor. “My Prince, there is a...problem,” the guardsman said softly. Marina looked up from the sheet she was pressed into, seeing the armored man standing in the doorway with a worried look on his face. Prince Baeden was leaning back on his bed beside her, but sat up at the man's words. “What is it? Speak plainly,” Baeden ordered. “Knights Ryder and Finn were on a border run. When they reached the peak of Lom's Hill, Ryder spotted flags approaching from a vast distance away, from the south. Upon looking through a spyglass, they saw that it is a small army from Jarkan, and they drag siege engines along with them. There are no towns or cities between us and them...they come for Lunambra.” Marina saw the change instantly. During their first days together, she learned of Baeden's ability to transform between a sweet, loving man to an unstoppable crusader of wrath within the blink of an eye. He was on his feet faster than she could even track, and he stormed out of the chamber, slamming the door behind him. The guardsman looked awkwardly to Marina. She was stretched out along the bed, obviously on the receiving end of some very recent and energetic sex. Her right breast was hanging free of her loose burlap shirt, and her long skirt was pulled up, her womanly parts showing in the open air. She slowly closed her legs, never taking her eyes off of the guard. “I will say nothing,” said the guard. “Tis a Prince's right to bed who he shall, despite what some other royalty may think. If he means to continue having you, please tell him to remember that his door has a lock on it.” He pulled open the door and stepped out, and she heard his clunking footsteps retreating towards the staircase. The moment the hall went quiet, she jumped up from the bed and pulled her shirt closed, letting her skirt fall over her legs. She slid out of the door and jogged down he hall and descended the stairs as quietly as she could. Following the wall along to the meeting hall, she flattened herself against the floor and placed her ear against the crack under the door. The muffled voices grew clear, now. “-Think they have the element of surprise. We know they approach from the south, a simple but effective tactic to avoid our usual watch in the east. We will bring all of our ballistae onto the southern walls, as well as digging out trenches to slow the advance of their siege engines. Nathan, go to the mason immediately and tell him to completely seal off the southern gate with stone, and reinforce the northern gate, though we must still be able to open it enough to fit horses and carriages. You all know how to prepare for a siege, I do not need to say all this, it just wastes time. Get it done.” “Yes, Sir!” shouted numerous men at once. There was a clamor as they all retreated from the rear exit of the chamber and into the barracks. Marina stayed where she was, wanting to be sure they were gone before she moved. Just as she was about to stand, her eyes went wide as she felt something slam up hard between her legs. She screamed at the top of her lungs and flipped over, twisting her legs shut and scrambling backwards. Baeden leaned against a stone column, an apple in his hand and a proud grin on his face. “You bastard,” Marina started. “What do you think you're doing, frightening me like that?” “I could ask you what you are doing,” Baeden argued, “laying outside a private meeting with your skirt up and your cunt out for anyone to see. You already gave that guard a brilliant sight.” “I didn't know it was showing,” Marina whispered, standing up and patting her skirt down. “You didn't have to kick me there, though...” “Oh it was barely a tap, I've given you worse poundings than that in bed, all of which you seem to have greatly enjoyed.” “Well, you seem to be in good spirits now anyway,” Marina said. “You are confident that we need not worry about this attack?” “Aye,” Baeden confirmed. “Their armies are weak, they rely on their technology and siege engines to claim small cities, and turn the civilians against their kingdoms with promises of great wealth. It's almost humorous that they think their tactic would work here, every civilian is fed and housed, and our army is greater than any in a thousand miles in every direction. Their siege will fail at the first trench as we rain ballista fire on them. Their engines broken, they will retreat before they risk losing too many of their already limited men.” “And the citizens will be safe?” Marina asked. “Well,” Baeden started, “there is always a chance of a stray catapult stone landing somewhere it shouldn't. But this is no problem, it is common knowledge that in the event of a siege, all noncombatants are to seek shelter in the treasury. It is buried under twenty meters of stone, nothing can ever penetrate it. You will be there, along with all the other women and children of the city, until I deem things safe.” “That many people in a small room cannot be pleasant,” Marina said. Baeden grinned and looked at his feet. “You could say that. When I was a child of twelve, I was kept in there for nearly a full day. As you know, we used to have a problem with natural gas explosions beneath the castle. One of them killed my father when I was only a baby. Anyway, when I was twelve, a series went off that sounded exactly like catapult fire. Everyone thought we were under siege, and all the women of the castle and many from the city were brought into the treasury by guards. I have a feeling that this event is the cause of my...er, quirks. My fascination with women holding their wee as long as they can, and so on. After a few hours down there, beautiful, noble ladies started wetting themselves on the floor with absolutely no other place to go. Watching them squirm about, watching how they chose to relieve themselves... Some went through their underclothes to preserve their shame, while others disrobed, squatted, and went freely to avoid wetting their dresses. Over the time I was in there, everyone in the room had lost control of their waters. I watched at least fifty different women and girls do it in fifty different ways, and by the time the treasury door was opened, there was nearly an inch of it on the floor and I couldn't feel my cock. Since then, I've been unable to get the thing out of my mind. Every Princess I've been with, I wished with all my heart that I could just tell her 'Hey, there's nothing I would love more than if you could drink three liters of water and stand here 'till you piss yourself,' but obviously I could do no such thing. This is part of why I love you so much, that you understand this about me and enjoy it yourself.” “Did you?” Marina asked suddenly. “Eh?” “Did you wet yourself, down there in the treasury. I find it hard to believe that you outlasted fifty adult women when you were just a child.” Baeden grinned. “You should know this by now, Marina. Men cannot relieve themselves when they're excited, and I was ever so excited the entire time. When I got out, I was in such pain that I was sure my bladder had burst and I would soon die from it. I somehow made it up into my chambers, and with the slightest touch, I got off for the first time in my life. And then I soaked the floor.” “The first night we made love, you lost control inside of me. Were you not 'excited' then?” Baeden's face went red, which was a very rare phenomenon for him. “I, uh...” He frowned, absentmindedly pulling on the neck of his shirt. “Tell me...please,” Marina begged, staring cutely into his eyes. “Bloody hell, fine,” Baeden snapped. “Before the ride back home, when my mother pulled you away to scold you about her sword, I started leaking when I climbed into the carriage. I was not going to make it. I did the only thing I could think of, I...” Marina was listening intently, and she squinted at him as he stopped the story. “You cannot stop now. Tell me what happened.” She pressed herself up against Baeden, pulling the sides of her shirt down to reveal her breasts. “You are a real vixen, you know?” Baeden sighed. “Alright. I was about to wet myself on the carriage floor, so I took my cock out and tried to get it hard so I couldn't let any out. I got a little too into it and ended up having to shove it back into my pants as I...” “Oh, mmmmy God,” Marina gasped, her mouth opening in an astonished smile. “You got off in your pants. Oh that is great.” “I pissed myself a good bit too. My underclothes held most of what I leaked out, and thank God it was dark by the time anyone else saw me. Men need some time between pleasures, and when we were making love, I was not all together yet. So now you know how I managed to wee while we were going at it.” “You've gotten me all hot now,” Marina moaned, pressing her breasts up against Baeden. I know you must prepare for the attack, but you won't leave me like this...right?” Baeden looked up, feigning uncertainty. “Mmm, we've got time.” But first, do you remember what happened to you? What made you like what I like?” “Well,” Marina started. “I only realized it after I met you. But I think I might know where it started. The story is not very dissimilar to yours. Six years ago, I was only a girl, I was locked in a closet by another servant who was trying to get closer to the Queen by making me look bad. I had a water barrel in there, and I went at it generously. Obviously I was bursting in a couple of hours, and I was pressing my hands between my legs and rubbing at it when I realized that it felt kind of nice. I did some very unladylike things over the next hour after that, and soon I really couldn't hold it anymore. I was freaking out a bit, leaking in my pants, and in my squirming I accidentally knocked a stone loose in the floor. I managed to pull it out and I weed through the hole there, it just went into the dirt. Finally a guard heard my shouting and let me out. The girl who locked me in there was stripped, clapped in irons, and chained outside the castle all day. She pissed herself twice, in front of everyone, which amused the hell out of me...” “Where was I for all this?” Baeden asked with a chuckle. “I remember, actually. You were out on a hunt with the Senior Knights. Nobody told you about it?” “No, I would remember that,” Baeden said sadly. “I would have liked to see it.” “If you like, you can chain me up in your room and watch me do the same,” Marina offered with a smirk. “I would like that,” Baeden agreed. ****************** Part Seven - Name ******************** Two days passed since the approaching army was spotted on the horizon. The city was prepared for war, and all able men were armed and armored in preparation. Lunambra did not draft soldiers, rather all men were soldiers, trained from childhood. Such a small city could not afford to have weak men.Baeden awoke to a knock on his door. "My son, General Gaston calls for you. May I enter?"Baeden cursed and quickly threw his thick blanket over Marina's naked form. She was still asleep, and she gasped as he shoved her towards the back of the bed. She caught on quickly though, and stayed still and silent. "Enter," he called, covering himself with a sheet. The door creaked open, and Queen Jenara stepped in, already wearing the ornate red and black dress that female Royalty wore during wartime."Are you prepared for today, Baeden? Your men stand ready on the walls, the ballistae are loaded, and the trenches are dug.""That is good news," Baeden said. "What does Gaston want with me?""I've been told that an ambassador from Jarkan's army has approached the southern gate in the dead of night, and has been waiting there since. A woman who claims she is a sorceress, but you know how that goes. A bit of food dye in a glass of water and suddenly everyone thinks you're God's messenger. Anyway, she asks to speak with the military leader here. You had best answer her request.""Send word to the wall that I will arrive inside of thirty minutes," Baeden yawned."Of course," Jenara confirmed. "Another thing, have you seen Marina anywhere? All the other serving girls are already in the treasury, and I had to put on my own dress, like an animal. I'll give her a thrashing for this..."Baeden felt the blanket behind him shift uncomfortably. "Please do not be angry at her, I sent her down to wash my best shirt just an hour ago. It is my fault."Jenara blinked and tilted her head. "She was in here? You are not even dressed."Baeden barked out a fake laugh. "No, she woke me by calling through the door, like you did. I told her last night that I would want my shirt washed, but she was tending to you and I had already fallen asleep by the time she came to pick it up and I did not awaken to unlock the door...I was exhausted from training. She is not to blame.""As you say," Jenara sighed. "If you see her on your way to the wall, send her to the treasury. I will be down there shortly as well.""Aye," Baeden agreed. Jenara stepped out and he could hear her heeled shoes clacking down the hall before fading into silence. He reached back and patted the blanket, and Marina's straight red hair poked out."You are a bit too good of a liar," she chuckled. "Makes me wonder if anything you've told me before is horse shite."Baeden ran his hand through her hair. "The only thing I could never accurately explain to you is how much I love you, because there are no words in the English language strong enough to describe it."Marina moaned quietly and pressed her face against Baeden's shoulder. How he wished he could stay here with this amazing girl, but he had a duty. He rolled away and stood, and Marina stared at his manhood that stuck to his left leg. He strode to the chamberpot and held his member, ready to relieve himself in front of her. She stretched and stood, and began walking towards him to do the same. Suddenly, the chamber shook as a thunderous crash sounded from outside the walls.Baeden grasped Marina's arm, eyes wide. "Catapult fire. I thought I was supposed to speak with an ambassador! Get to the treasury, NOW!" Marina gave a fearful nod, pulling on her burlap clothes and sprinting from the chamber. Baeden rushed to his wardrobe, throwing on an undercoat and leather pants, and his personal suit of chainmail over it. If the attack had already started, there was no time for plate. He rushed from the room and thundered down the stairs, bolting across the courtyard and up the wooden steps to the inner wall. He followed the wall over the city, and finally he stood over the southern gate, which had been completely sealed shut, although this was impossible to see from the outside. No catapult fire had followed the first shot.Baeden leaned over the wall and saw her standing there, a thin, young woman in a green dress that draped over the floor beneath her. She was staring angrily at the top of the wall, leaning slightly forwards with her arms held in front of her. Baeden climbed onto the stone barrier, grasping Lunambra's flag for support. "MY NAME IS PRINCE BAEDEN, HEIR TO THE KINGDOM OF LUNAMBRA. YOU COME WITH SIEGE ENGINES AND AN ARMY, YET YOU STAND THERE AS THOUGH YOU SEEK PEACE. RETREAT, FOR YOU SHALL FIND NO PEACE HERE."The woman continued to stare at him. "My name is Kaitlen Marel, though I should not have to tell you that. I am the most powerful and feared sorceress on this continent, and if you will not hear my words, I will burn this city to the ground with no more than a thought.""If you could do that, why do you need the catapults, I wonder?" Baeden grinned as the woman's mouth curled into a frown. "Speaking of catapults, I heard one fire. What was that about?""A simple test fire into the dirt next to the castle," Kaitlen spat. "The rest will be far more accurate.""Tell me what you want, witch," Baeden shouted. "I am a busy man, and have little time for games.""This can come to a peaceful solution," Kaitlen yelled back. "All our Lord asks is that you return the hundred kilometers of land you claimed from us thirty years ago. We must expand our farmlands and open new trade routes, and your old King has made it very difficult."Baeden went quiet. He was unaware that they had even claimed land from Jarkan in the past. He turned around and whispered to a guard; "Fetch my mother, she is likely in the treasury." The guard nodded and ran off. Baeden turned back to Kaitlen. "I must discuss things with my mother. Wait there until she arrives." Baeden blinked as she let out an exasperated sigh, leaning even further forwards. Baeden knew that stance, she was very desperate for a wee. He grinned even wider at this, but said nothing. It was twenty minutes until Queen Jenara stepped onto the wall.Kaitlen watched as the two remaining members of Lunambra's royal family whispered in each other's ears. Ten minutes passed, and she rubbed her thighs together, unseen under her dress. Finally, Baeden turned back to her. "As I am sure you know, Lunambra is allied with Valdus. The current monarchy has no interest in expanding to the south, you may have your land back without a struggle. No need to be summoning no hellfires, milady," he finished in a mocking accent."This is great news," she said, ignoring his taunt. "I will inform our general with haste. But before that, and this is embarrassing to ask, but I wonder if I may be allowed into the city and given a private place to relieve myself. You have kept me waiting here since midnight, and I have had much water to fight off the heat."Baeden feigned deep thought for a moment. "I apologize, milady, but the gate has been sealed from the inside to defend against your siege. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't physically let you in."Baeden grinned even wider as her eyes suddenly grew fearful. "Is there no way in? I am in an urgent state.""No way, I'm afraid," Baeden quipped. "There's a patch of trees right there, it worked for Adam and Eve.""Where all your soldiers can look on my body? I think not.""If you are a sorceress, you can do something about it, eh? Teleport into the lake, or close up your holes down there, how's that work?""Damn you!" Kaitlen shouted. "You are a...a shameful, embarrassing, menace! And I...I must be able to concentrate to use my magics!""Well, sorry!" Baeden choked out, trying hard to stifle a laugh. "This is the best siege ever,” he whispered quietly to the nearest guard, who bent down to cough-laugh into his fist. "Guess you can try to make it back to your camp," he finished with an exaggerated shrug.Kaitlen let out a loud huff and turned around, slowly walking back down the road towards the catapults. Less than ten steps in, she froze. Baeden lowered his shield in front of him to hide his 'amusement' as a dark spot began to slowly spread in all directions from under her dress. She stood there for over a minute, and the wetness had spread five feet around her. Despite all this, she kept her head held high and she strode away, eventually disappearing over a hill. Her puddle had spread even further, and a line had formed, dripping off the road and into the grass."Well, I guess that's the end of that," said the guardsman that stood beside him. "Should I send word for the women to be released from the treasury?""No," Baeden said, his face growing slightly more serious. "Agreements made with ambassadors have failed before, there is still a chance of an attack. They will stay in there until the catapults are out of sight of the city.""Aye, as you say," the guard agreed. *********************** Part Eight - Treasury ********************* Marina jogged down the stone steps that led to the treasury. It took her a long time to get there, as she had only been through these halls once, and she lost her way a couple of times. A guard had pushed past her a minute ago, and she was following his lead. The guard showed up again just then, ascending the steps with Queen Jenara in tow. She gave Marina a quick nod and continued after the guard. Marina made it down the steps and saw another guardsman standing outside of the treasury door, and he unlocked it to let her through. She sat against the wall next to the door, and she waited for a long, long time. * Five hours passed since the catapult had fired, but there had been no sounds from outside after that. There was certainly no war raging above her. So why am I still trapped down here? She looked around the room at all the other women and girls, all nobles, servants, and wealthy civilians. As Baeden described three days before, everyone in the room was shifting about, squirming, and some were even holding themselves under their dresses. Marina was very full too, having missed her morning relief. But unlike many of these women, she was good at holding it in, and it did not bring her displeasure. She knew that the Prince and city were safe, and that let her focus on her surroundings. She slid her left hand into her burlap pants and pressed a finger along her flower, putting pressure on it. After all this time down here, the water barrel was nearly empty. It was only a matter of time, now. Twenty more minutes passed before the first victim showed herself. A young noble girl with long, jet-black hair and wearing an ornate gold dress grasped the arm of the woman next to her. “Mother, I truly cannot wait anymore. I am in such pain, and I...leak, with every breath I take.” “It is alright, Alyssa,” said the noblewoman. “I've been down here before, chances are that everybody here will have made water before we are released. How do you want to do it?” “I...I don't want people to see me down there,” the girl whimpered. Her mother just nodded and grasped the front of her dress, raising it slightly off the stone floor. Tears formed in the girl's eyes as a loud hissing started from between her legs, and a large puddle spread under her. She moaned her relief and leaned back against the wall. After that, the noblewoman started shaking her head. “Why bother,” she whispered. She reached under her long dress and tore her underclothes off, stuffing them down into her breasts. She hiked up the dress and squatted down, spraying her surprising supply of urine into the stone. “You are both disgusting,” another noblewoman said, staring at her with her nose crinkled. “Yes, and let us see how long you last in here, whore,” the girl's mother snapped. Ten minutes passed quietly, when Marina heard a soft cry beside her. She turned her head and saw a serving girl who tended to the kitchens, by the name of Layla. She had short blonde hair that was splayed against the stone, and bright green eyes that shone in the torchlight. Marina had met her before, but they had barely spoken beyond simple introductions. She was laying on her back with her feet against the wall and her spine arched with both hands on her belly. Marina shifted over and gently placed a hand on the desperate girl's leg. “Are you alright?” Marina whispered. Now that she was closer, she could see a very small wet patch on the crotch of Layla's pants. “Mmno,” she gasped out. “I have never been half this full, what am I going to do?” Marina tried hard not to smile. She knew exactly how the girl felt. “Would you like me to help you?” “What do you mean?” “If you've never weed outside of a chamberpot before, I can help set you up so you do not get any of it on you,” Marina answered. Layla's face went bright red. “I can't do that here, what is wrong with you?” Marina laughed out loud. “Two nobles just did it. Everyone else in here is going to, no matter if they want to or not. Trust me, when it's going to come out, there's nothing you can do to stop it. So you're better off letting go on your own terms and staying dry.” The girl began shaking her head. Marina sighed, reaching for Layla's waistband. She let out a quiet shriek and started to protest, and Marina saw the wet patch grow wider. With that, the serving girl bit her lip and leaned back again. Marina pulled Layla's pants down to about three inches below her womanhood, and then held the girl's knees, lifting them up and placing her feet right next to her rear. “Spread your legs,” Marina whispered. Layla was crying now, but she did as she was told. “Now listen to me, you're going to want to let it burst out, but you can't do that. You have to release it slowly or it will splash back and hit you, and make a puddle. You need to let it spray gently against the wall, and it will drip between the cracks and make no mess. Start to let it out.” Marina saw Layla's hard belly start to move about, but nothing came out of her. “I can't do it, I'm so embarrassed,” she said, pressing her hands between her legs. Marina grasped those hands and pulled them away, holding them tightly. “Just relax...close your eyes and imagine you are in your own room.” Ten seconds later, Marina saw a small stream start leaking out. She released Layla's hands and placed her own hands on the girl's belly, pressing down gently. The stream increased slightly, and soon hit the wall, dripping down through the cracks just as Marina thought it would. Looking around, Marina noticed that many of the trapped women had their eyes on the scene. A minute later, Layla was empty and had her pants back on. She was still beet-red and breathing heavily, but there was a smile on her face that could only follow such relief. Marina moved over and leaned back on her wall, squeezing her thighs together. To her amusement, over the next half hour, six women and girls had used her method to relieve themselves. One of them couldn't control it well enough, and she ended up laying in a puddle. Marina stood up. The weight of her bladder immediately pressed down on her, and she crossed her legs and leaned forwards. After it settled, she moved slowly around the room to stretch her legs. All the way in the back of the treasury, the crates that contained the city's gold and gems were stacked up a few feet away from the wall, leaving a gap large enough for a number of people. None of the other women seemed to have noticed it, they were all sitting near the door, hoping for escape. At least I might be able to piss myself in privacy, she thought. Marina looked around to ensure nobody was watching her, and she stepped behind the wooden crates. And then she froze. There was already a woman back here, her long cloth skirt pulled up over her breasts and both hands going to town between her legs. Marina's mouth fell open as she watched the unknown person getting herself off. Feeling bold, Marina stepped in and collapsed to the ground next to the girl. It took her a moment to realize she had company, but her eyes quickly went wide and she immediately pulled her hands to her sides. She was biting down on a strap of cloth to stifle any involuntary moaning, and the piece of fabric fell to the ground. Looking at her face, Marina recognized her as the stable girl that often rode with Queen Jenara, though she didn't know her name. “She told everyone to stay away from here,” the stable girl whimpered, her face reddening. “Who is 'she', I wonder?” Marina asked calmly. Putting herself in the girl's shoes, she knew that she wouldn't want a scene to be caused if she was caught doing that thing. “Nothing. Nobody. Who are you, anyway?” “My name is Marina. I'm a servant for Queen Jenara and Prince Baeden. I know you are a stable girl, but I fear I am unfamiliar with your name.” “It's Mary,” she said softly. “Thank you...for not shouting, I mean.” “It's no problem,” Marina offered. “I understand it.” “You do?” Mary asked. “Aye, suppose there's no point in hiding it since it's obvious you have the same, er, interests, as I do. All these women, soaking themselves and going freely. My interest is in men, but I will not judge you for enjoying otherwise.” Marina looked to the crates of gold. Two of them had been adjusted in such a way so people inside the small area could look out and get full view of the other women, but nobody could see in. “I hope you don't mind if I stay here. Seeing the other women lose control makes it harder for me to hold on.” Mary smiled. “That's alright with me-” “Marina?” Both of the secluded women started and sat up, seeing another standing over them. Marina recognized her quickly as Sabina, the woman that she and Baeden rescued from Olsha Fortress months ago, and who also carried a striking resemblance to Queen Jenara. “You're back,” Mary gasped. “Wait, no,” she sputtered, blinking up at Sabina. “What in the- Who are you?” Marina squinted at Mary. Could it be possible that she was shacked up back here with the Queen before she passed her on the stairs? That's not even worth thinking about,” Marina thought, shaking the mental image out of her head. “She's Sabina,” Marina answered for her. “She was held along with Queen Jenara at Olsha Fortress. The bandits mistook her for the Queen...an understandable mistake, obviously.” Sabina just nodded, and she spread out next to Marina. “We have a bit of a crowd back here, huh? The Queen told everyone to stay away from here or be banished, but I saw you come back here, and I'm an adventurer anyway. I love my home here, but I never planned to stay forever. Banishment would just move me on my way.” So it is true, Marina thought. The Queen is having relations with this stable girl. And I'm worried about spending time with Baeden? “What are you looking so mad about?” Sabina asked, staring into Marina's face. “Want me to get out of here?” Marina blinked and shook herself out of it. “No, please stay. I have more incentive to hold my water if there's people back here. I was just thinking of a bit of injustice I'm facing outside of this room, it is no matter.” “So you're desperate too,” Sabina sighed. “I knew that it might be a problem down here, but I wasn't expecting to feel like this so fast.” “Did you get to relieve yourself this morning?” Marina asked. “I did not, and I'm sure very few, if any, of the women here did either. Everyone was likely still sleeping when the catapult went off and the order to come down here was issued.” “I did not,” Sabina confirmed. “I'm good at holding it, I often had to travel with men in my past and that made it hard to find privacy. But this is a bad spot.” Sabina looked to Mary. “What about you? Are you full too?” Mary nodded, her face growing red again. “Bursting,” Mary said. “I'm glad you two are here, this is not something a girl should have to face alone.” Marina and Sabina both grunted in agreement. The three of them were pressed against each other in the small makeshift room, and Marina could feel the squirming of the two other women, and she was sure they could feel her's. I've never had any interest in women this way, and I'm not weeing myself quite yet, Marina thought, so why am I getting so wet down there? She reached between her legs and felt it, the sticky liquid that only resulted from excitement. Maybe...my enjoyment of holding it is not only limited to men. I know that I never wanted to lay with a woman, but their desperation is definitely turning me on. I know Mary is queer, but what of Sabina? Marina never planned on telling Sabina this. But if there was ever a proper moment, it was now. Marina rolled to her right and held her mouth close to Sabina's ear. “I know,” Marina whispered. “A few days ago, in the garden.” Sabina tensed up instantly, her face growing stoney. “You did not tell anyone?” “I did not,” Marina said. “Baeden was too distracted by me to notice you, but I spotted your hair inside that bush, and I saw what you were doing. Don't play coy, tell me the truth. Do you get off to the sight of women weeing?” Marina could feel Sabina's skin growing warm from embarrassment. “I never have before,” she whispered. “But seeing you riding the Prince like that, and then letting go over his hands...I had never seen anything like it, and it would be a lie to say that I did not love it.” Marina smiled and rolled onto her back again. “So that's it then” she announced to both of them. “All three of us are freaks. All three of us are desperate for a piss. And all three of us love it. I say there is no point in trying to remain proper. There is nothing at all to do for fun down here, and God knows how long we must remain. I vote we let go of what little shame we've got left, and we have some bloody fun.” ******************* Part Nine - Contest ******************* As soon as she finished her speech, she felt Mary's warm hand on her thigh. “That sounds good to me,” she whispered. “I don't have anything better to do,” Sabina said with a chuckle. “What are we going to do?” Mary lifted her head up from Marina's other side. “How about we have a contest? The last one to wee wins.” Marina smiled. “I like that idea. What shall the prize be?” “I think it would be fun if instead of a reward for winning, the losers get a penalty,” Mary said. If I start losing control, I'll step outside of the hidden area here, hike up my dress, and piss on the floor in front of everyone. If Sabina loses, since she's wearing leather pants and it wouldn't show either way, the winner gets to wee on her. If Marina loses, she has to stand and go through her pants so everyone on her way back to the servant's chambers can see what she did.” The two others thought for a while, before nodding in agreement. “What of other rules?” Sabina asked. “Are we allowed to hold ourselves? Can we touch each other?” “We can do whatever we need to in order to hold longer,” Marina said. “And touching is allowed, it will only add to the challenge and the fun. We are allowed do whatever we can to make the others lose control first.” “Aye,” Mary agreed. “I guess we're ready then...” Mary took no time in turning on her side and placing her left hand on Marina's chest. She rubbed her breast through the burlap, but Marina swatted her hand away quickly and tore the shirt off, placing it on one of the crates of coin. Mary leaned over and began licking at Marina's hardened nipple, pressing it into her breast with her tongue. Marina pressed up between her legs with her right hand, letting her left wander to the front of Mary's dress. She pulled the fabric up and felt her way to the girl's flower, gently rubbing her middle finger along the tight slit. Mary's legs slammed shut, but Marina simply maneuvered her finger to enter Mary, and she pressed against the rough spot two inches inside. “Oh God,” Mary moaned, rubbing her thighs over Marina's hand. Seconds later, Marina felt her right hand getting pulled from its spot. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, and felt Sabina slide her own hand under Marina's drawstring and into her burlap pants. Sabina tickled at the tip of her womanhood, flicking it with her thumb and rubbing the outside of Marina's vagina with her pointer finger. Marina returned the favor, pulling Sabina's drawstring loose and forcing the leather pants farther down her legs. Soon, all three of them were feeling the pleasure, and all thee of them were feeling their mounting desperation. Mary had her face pressed into Marina's breasts to stifle her sounds, and Sabina was biting down on a chunk of her shirt. Marina needed no crutch, as bedding the Prince had forced her to develop the ability to keep quiet no matter how much pleasure she felt. Marina smiled down at Mary. The younger girl was writhing about, her protruding belly visible under her blouse. Marina gently slid her finger out of Mary and moved her hand up, pressing lightly on the girl's solid bladder. She bit her lip and scrunched up her face, but did nothing to stop Marina as she poked and prodded. Sabina saw what was going on, and took the opportunity to hold herself while Marina was distracted. Mary's eyes suddenly went wide, and she grasped Marina's arm. “Stopstopstopstop-” Marina grinned wickedly and pushed through Mary's grip with her superior strength, turning onto her side to embrace the stable girl. With one hand on Mary's left breast and the other on her belly, Marina pulled in and held her there, kissing the side of Mary's neck. Marina heard Mary release a strained moan, and she felt a hard burst of wetness spray against her leg. “She's losing it,” Marina whispered to Sabina. “You made the rules Mary, get out there.” Marina stumbled to her feet, clamping her legs shut, and helped Mary up. “I don't want to,” Mary pleaded. “I thought I could last long-” Sabina stepped forwards and pushed Mary's shoulder, and the girl stumbled out from behind the crates with a yelp. She shoved her hands and the front of her dress between her legs and bounced in place, looking helplessly to the two other women who blocked the way back into privacy. All the other women in the room had turned towards her. “I can't hold it in,” Mary whimpered seconds later. She opened her legs and pulled her dress up, and the flood found its way through her underclothes and splattered onto the stone floor. She exhaled in pure ecstasy and leaned on the wall as she felt the warm liquid surge out of her small body, spreading down her legs and heating her cold feet. The attention that Marina had given her, combined with the sudden relief, was too much for Mary's body to handle. The pulses started in the pit of her stomach, and she had to shove her hand over her mouth as she came where she stood. She managed to effectively disguise it as crying, and she barely made it back behind the crates before her legs gave out and she fell back next to Marina. Sabina smiled at Mary, reaching past Marina and stroking her hair. Mary was sleepily kissing Marina's chest, but now that she had her relief, Marina had lost interest in the girl. Not wanting to hurt her feelings, Marina allowed Mary to continue handling her body as she looked over to Sabina. “It's just you and me now,” she mouthed. “How do you feel?” The older woman smiled. “I feel like I am about to give birth to a lake. My cunt is quivering and throbbing, and each breath I take is a battering ram besieging my womanly gate.” Marina would have laughed, if she didn't know it would spell defeat for her. “Very poetic,” she said mockingly. “How do you feel, then?” Sabina asked. “It's hard to describe,” Marina whispered. “It's as though I've gone beyond regular desperation. The throbbing pain is gone, the pressure no longer comes in waves. Holding myself doesn't help anymore, and neither does shutting my legs. It's just a constant, overwhelming fullness that has taken over my whole body and mind. My muscles are the only thing keeping it in at this point.” Sabina had started pleasuring herself half way through Marina's description. “Where did a servant girl learn how to hold her wee that well? I always thought you castle-dwellers had no worry of this.” “You saw me with Baeden,” Marina said. “We've been engaging in this sort of fun since our little adventure at Olsha. Every few days he makes me hold on until I burst in my dress. Usually I just sort of...decide to let go, before the pain gets too great. But it seems to have strengthened me down there. Would you like to feel it?” Sabina's face went red. “Yes, I would,” she mumbled into Marina's ear. She felt Sabina's warm hand on her thigh, and soon it was pressing against her womanhood. She straightened her legs as Sabina's middle finger found its way in, and Sabina giggled as she felt the powerful contractions around it. “That's amazing,” Sabina gasped softly. “I'm surprised how good you are at this, but you should not underestimate me. I still have some time left.” “Holding my piss is not the only thing Baeden has been teaching me,” Marina whispered. “What else, then?” “A number of things. How to behave like a Lady when I need to, how to repair armor and weapons, how to fight with sword and spear. Also, he's taught me quite a bit of wrestling.” Sabina sensed that something was about to happen before she really understood what. She lurched a second too late as Marina's legs twisted around her soaking wet hand, locking it in place. “THIS IS CHEATING-” But Sabina had no chance as Marina rolled, pulling Sabina over onto her stomach. One maneuver later, and Marina was nearly sitting on Sabina's back, facing her backside and holding her legs in place. Spreading her legs a tiny bit further, Marina's full weight was on Sabina. “Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh GOD!” Sabina moaned in agony, just before the hissing sound reached Marina's ears. Sabina stopped writhing, and Marina watched the woman's 'lake' flow freely from her privates, her leather pants still down past her knees. Mary scrambled to her feet and moved away from the rapidly spreading puddle, watching the thick, nearly clear stream surge out of Sabina. Marina leaned forwards and found Sabina's hole, sliding her thumb inside the woman and pushing hard on that special spot. Sabina bucked like a horse, gasping and moaning freely into the open air. Everyone knows what's going on back here, no point in worrying about it now, Marina thought. They've all wet themselves too, I'm sure that they would rather forget this entire ordeal than complain about us. A few moments later, Sabina's legs started shaking violently as she still flowed, and Marina felt the tightening and wetness that only accompanied a powerful orgasm. Removing her hand from the woman's privates, she saw the slick white liquid coating her thumb. She washed it off in Sabina's stream, holding her hands there until she trickled to a stop after a total of nearly two minutes. “You're a bitch,” Sabina wheezed into the stone floor. “How did you do that without soaking yourself too?” Marina slid off of Sabina's back, laying next to her. “Baeden taught me how to hold it in, and how to wrestle. There was quite a bit of both combined as well. The secret is to keep your back straight and not let your legs fold up and press on your belly. And now, I believe I get to wee on you.” Marina already had her pants around her ankles and was lowering into a squat. Do you want it on your chest, or between your leg-” KLA-THUNK All three women froze as the sound of heavy wood hitting stone echoed around the treasury. Marina forced herself to her feet again, leaning forwards with her legs slightly apart. A man's voice rang out to them. Prince Baeden's voice. “The siege engines have moved away from the city, and we have come to a peaceful solution. You are all free to go home. I know that many of you must feel embarrassed, but I understand how things work down here, so I've brought a crate of thick, dry towels. Use them as you see fit before returning to the castle. Marina stumbled out from behind the crates. Baeden's eye instantly caught her red hair flickering in the torchlight, and he smiled at her. Glancing around the room, she saw that she was the only woman who had stayed dry. All the others were still scattered about the treasury, some sitting in their own puddles, others were standing naked from the waist down, their wet pants folded in their arms, and still more were huddled in the corners, trying to avoid all the wetness. These must have been the women who chose to relieve themselves freely, as none of them were squirming or otherwise showing signs of fullness. Looking to Baeden, she saw a stance that she was very familiar with. He was standing with his legs at shoulder-width with his cuirass unbuckled, leaning back with his hands gripped in fists at his side and his abdomen protruding forwards. He was just as desperate as she was, if not more. She started crossing the treasury as smoothly as she could, her legs together and her arms out in a strained, ladylike stride. Marina noticed that only two of the women were using the towels to dry themselves off, all the others just wanted to get home as quickly as possible. She reached Baeden, and she stood beside him as the women filed out of the treasury. As soon as the last one was out, Baeden turned and slammed the heavy lock. Marina had noticed that Sabina and Mary were not among them, and she remembered how they could see out of the concealed spot through a gap in the crates. She smiled again, ready to give them the show of their lives. She turned to face Baeden, grasping his manhood through his velvet pants and kissing him passionately. He returned the kiss, then sniffed. “You smell like sex,” he whispered to her. “That should be no surprise. I've watched countless women wee themselves while I myself held on. I would be lying to say that I am not more excited than I have ever been.” “I am proud of you, Marina,” Baeden whispered to her. “You have no crutch to fall back on like men do. You held it all in with your own strength.” Marina held herself against Baeden's chest. “It's all thanks to you.” She fell to her knees and tore at his drawstring, letting the velvet fall to the ground. He was not soft, but not fully hard either. She watched it quiver and vibrate with his desperation, and she took it in her right hand, giving the tip a light lick. He moaned quietly, and she watched as a tiny drop leaked out of him. He caught himself and stepped out of the pants, grasping at his manhood. “You said you wanted to have me like you did our first night together,” she whispered. “I am far fuller than I was back then. So let us get on with it, before we both add to this puddle.” ***************** Part Ten – Limits ***************** “Grab the dry towels and let's go towards the back of the room where it's more dry,” Marina said. Baeden nodded and slowly made his way to the crate, pulling the mass of thick towels out of it and throwing them around his shoulders. They gingerly walked across the silent treasury until they were just a few feet away from the wall of crates. Marina glanced stealthily at it, spotting the gap between them that Sabina and Mary were surely watching intently from. She stared right into it, and winked. She smiled as she heard a tiny giggle. “Enjoy,” she mouthed. Baeden was spreading the towels over the stone floor, layering them thick to create the best cushion he could manage. Soon he was finished, and Marina kneeled down on the towels. Baeden did the same, and they stared into each other's eyes. “Are you alright?” Baeden asked. “You are really still and quiet for someone so full. If you lost control down here, you can tell me. I won't be upset.” Marina reached out, taking Baeden's right hand and pulling it onto her belly. It was as hard as the castle walls, and as round as a guard's helmet. “I'm fine. Just too full to bother talking about it. It feels like my whole body has locked up.” “That's how I felt the night I met you, when we were resting under the trees. I never did thank you for that night, for allowing me to relieve myself with my pride intact. I was likely going to wet myself any second...I was really afraid.” He reached out his other arm and embraced Marina, holding her closer to him. She could feel his warmth, radiating out from his desperate body. “You don't have to thank me,” she breathed. “I just wanted to see you do it so badly. You watched me wet myself, you took my clothes off, and I wanted to make it even.” She slowly leaned back, and he helped her down into the pile of towels. He grasped the waist of her burlap pants and slid them down her legs, tossing them aside. He watched as she spread her legs, her huge bulging belly showing under her burlap shirt. She untied said shirt, pulling it off and wadded it behind her head like a pillow. Baeden's shirt was next, the royal red flashing through the air before it landed near her pants. His organ was at full attention now, despite his desperation. She frowned, somewhat sad at the thought that she could never see him truly lose control like this. Was this even true, though? Surely if he was full enough, and if there was enough pressure, his body would surely have to let it out to save him from harm? She shook the thought away for now. He was leaning over her, breathing heavily, sweat gathering on his chin. “Take me now,” Marina moaned. Baeden did not need to be told twice. He grasped his manhood and guided it into Marina's soaked privates, pushing it into her to the very base of the shaft. He could feel her contracting and shaking from the inside, and he could even feel the weight of her bladder pushing down on his member. He stiffened his legs and thrust into her again, and she wrapped the blankets in her fists, squeezing them tightly. Each thrust rocked her backwards, and she could see her belly bouncing with Baeden's motions. She held it in though, timing her own movements so his body pressed right against her wee hole. They made love for twenty minutes, in every position they knew. He took her from behind, holding her bladder with his hands. She rode him for a long time, leaning forwards to kiss him as he held her breasts. She got off a total of seven times, spraying sex over Baeden's legs with each quivering orgasm. Eventually though, Baeden grasped her hips and lifted her off of him, laying her on the towels beside him. “I'm about to finish” he whispered. “I don't know how I've held off this long. I wish I could do it inside of you without the risk of pregnancy.” “It is alright, my love,” she whispered. “It is better off this way, because there is something I wish to see.” “And what is that?” Baeden asked. Marina grinned at him. She turned on her side, grasping his slick staff tightly with her left hand. She stroked it gently, blushing as it throbbed and pulsed in her hand. “You say that men cannot relieve themselves while they are hard,” she said. “I do not believe that. You just have to be full enough. I think you are...I want you to push on your belly as hard as you can while I pleasure you.” She wasted no time, tugging at him while she kissed and licked at it. He just went stiff. “Do it, my Prince,” she begged. “Push in on it with all your strength.” He opened his mouth to argue, but let out a gasp of pleasure as she circled his tip with her tongue. His hands slammed onto his belly, and he pushed in, massaging it and pressing down with his large hands. Marina smiled as his cock immediately grew even harder, fighting against her hand. She kneeled up and began sucking on it, still stroking the base with her right hand. “I can't,” Baeden gasped. “It just won't come out.” Marina let go of his rod, reaching her hand across both of his. She leaned to her right, putting half her weight on top of Baeden's own pressure. He screamed out loud, and she felt it happen before she could get clear. Her mouth instantly filled with the hot liquid, and she fell backwards as he burst all over himself. “Yes,” she hissed, watching the golden stream spray high into the air. She only hesitated a second before she climbed on top of him again, forcing him back into herself. It was the best feeling in the world, his warmth spreading all through her privates and into her body. As this happened, it was like a switch flipped inside of her. The metaphorical 'lock' that she felt earlier split open, and all the throbbing pressure and pain returned full-force. She screamed and sat straight, letting Baeden's manhood fall onto his belly. He cut off the stream as he watched her stand up, crushing her legs together and forcing her hands between them. She bounced and gasped, moaned and doubled over. Tidal waves of pressure crashed against her soaking, compressed flower. Her fingers grew slick as spurts started forcing their way out of her, despite her greatest efforts to hold on. Baeden grabbed his cock and started weeing again, directing it between her legs. It was the final straw, and her dam burst open. She came once more as she relieved herself over her lover. She went completely limp, sitting back down on Baeden, gasping at the ceiling as her body twitched involuntarily from the relief. She could see her own liquids spreading across his chest and dripping down his neck, the pressure spraying her wee with great force. She took him into her again, rocking back and forth, their waters mixing in their bout of passion. He suddenly tensed up, thrusting further into her, and reaching up to grab at her arm. He tugged weakly at it, and she felt another jolt in her womanhood. She frowned, looking into Baeden's eyes. He looked drained and exhausted, but she could see concern and worry in him too. And then she understood. He had his pleasure inside of her. She had not given him much choice in the matter. She smiled as she leaned forwards and kissed him. “It is alright, my Prince. I want to leave here soon. If I grow with child, it will only move me on my way. You know I always planned on leaving.” Baeden just nodded as he continued to soak the towels beneath them. Marina stood up as she still relieved herself, and it fell onto Baeden's organ. It was an altogether beautiful sight, two beautiful people doing the most beautiful deed. They both finished at the same time, and Marina leaned against the wall, rubbing herself between her legs. “With all this wee, it would be a miracle if you actually got pregnant,” Baeden said finally. “I'm sure it was all washed out of there.” Marina nodded. “Probably. We'll find out in about a week, either way.” “What happens in a week?” “I get my...you know,” she said, blushing. “Don't make me say it.” “Oh,” Baeden coughed. “Yes, I suppose we'll know then. I put spare clothes in the bottom of the towel crate. Let's change and get back to the castle.” They stood up and changed, and they both left the treasury together. Marina glanced over her shoulder to make sure the outside lock stayed open, and soon they were on the staircase back to the castle. ** Still laying in Sabina's puddle, red-faced and astonished, both with their fingers inside themselves, Mary and Sabina looked at each other. “Holy hell,” they whispered together. *************************************************************************** NOTE: Some of the comments in Book One stated a desire for more Fear Wetting. I apologize to these people, but the small amount of fear wetting in Book One was simply a realistic byproduct of the situations presented in the story. This story contains no fear, and as a result of that, no fear wetting.
I really need to write something other than Natasha wetting herself. Or like, work on "The Perfect Boyfriend" or "Summer of Love." But yet my day has sucked royally and I needed to blow off steam so here we are. If this gets enough love I may continue. Well, I'll probably continue anyways, regardless, because I'm just that way. :P This'll mostly be little one-shots though I think. Anyways, this was kind of fun to write, so here we gooo! (Chapter 1?) She had been in this room for well over two hours. It was a holding cell, she knew. She had heard the man who had been sent after her- Barton? She thinks that's his name- being told to put her in holding cell two. She could easily escape, even without her weapons. She had gone back and forth between staying and leaving, even scoped out the vent situation a little (They looked big enough to crawl through from the ground). But still, he said if she wanted any chance at being able to walk away without prison time or a death sentence - and he had assured her that she WOULD face them without his help- than she needed to be good and do what he said. But she hadn't expected it to take so LONG. And she was nearing the last of her energy reserve. She was tired, and above all else she had to pee. She hadn't been since before he started after her. She whined and shifted a little. Maybe sitting down would help? There was a table and two chairs in here. She took a seat, and no sooner had she done that and the man- Barton, she was was sure now- Came in, a few files in his hand and a look on his face not much different than the one he had last time she saw him. It was one of anger, pity, and fear, all trapped behind a grumpy and impassive mask. "Look, I think you should understand why anyone is a bit hesitant to trust you," He said, sitting across from her. "You've got quite a few deaths on you, and, to be honest, you've gotten quite sloppy lately." She wanted to come up with a smart-ass remark to throw back, but somewhere in the back of her mind, she was still pretty certain she was going to be killed, and she needed any allies she could manage. She shifted a little before nodding. "Look, you have to understand, I was- I am- a cold blooded-" "Save it, the people I ran with before SHEILD probably weren't much better than the ones you've been running with," Barton said. "Anyways, they've got a plea bargain for you. Do what I say, follow my orders, or you'll end up in jail, and someone- Probably the director, if we're being honest, is going to shoot you." She flinched at how casually he said the words. It made her even more surprised by how upset the words made her. But this was something she could work with. She could handle this. Her bladder throbbed painfully, making her whimper. "What exactly will you have me doing, Barton?" She asked cautiously. "Hey, call me Clint. That's what most of the people call me around here," He said, smiling for the first time since he'd met up with his handler after he extracted her. "Anyways, right now we're just gonna have you going through some counseling, and pick your brain a little. No missions, no killing, no Widow stuff. Just nice, normal, human things." "No... missions?" She gasped. "But how will we defend-" "Easy now Red," Clint said firmly. "How will I know what to do?! And what sort of torture do you mean to do! Pick my brain? Are you turning me into a second asset?! I won't allow it!" "Hey calm down Natasha! They still haven't finalized your papers and I can still kill you ya know!" Clint snapped Natasha gasped as he towered over her, a look of anger and rage on his face. When she had last seen a man that angry, he took it out on her. She whimpered, and covered her face and head, ignoring the pleas from her abdomen to take it easy, and her body chose that moment to fully betray her. She began to cry as she curled up in her chair, waiting for the blows to begin as she wet herself, the body suit she was wearing flooding with warmth. It gushed out of her, a small faint hiss could be heard, and she felt like she had completely and totally hit rock bottom here. "Oh shit, I didn't mean- Hey, don't cry," Clint said. "It's not... it's really not the end of the world." "How can you say that?! I've been captured by maybe enemies, I'm being subjected to torture for my crimes, and now I've completely disgraced myself in front of the one person who was offering me a second chance!" She sobbed. Clint grimaced and left, but he wasn't gone long. he came back with a few stress balls. "You know, you're not the only one who's been through shit," Bart- Clint said. "I used to be a part of a crime team. Well, mostly just an evil freakshow but hey, I did learn a few things." He smirked, and began to juggle the items in his hands. Natasha stopped crying enough to watch. "And we aren't going to torture you. Or hit you. Do you know all the crap HR would have to go through? And how much paperwork my boyfriend would have to file? No, we're just gonna help you adjust. Send you to see some people and talk. But like I said, you follow me. So anything you don't feel comfortable doing is okay too." Natasha finally wiped her eyes, her mascara gray and wet on her hands. Maybe she wasn't wrong to give herself up. Maybe... maybe this would be a way to clean her ledger. (AN: Yeah, kinda cheesy, kind of lame, I have a hopeless girl crush. But I just needed to deal with my emotions and this kind of came out of it. I have an idea or two to keep it going, but only if you guys want. so, just drop me a line if you do. I'll be waiting! ;)
I'm hopeless. :P but these really are fun to write, and I'm beginning to remember why I write. And it's a hell of a stress reliever too. Anyways, yeah, just fluff this time. Next one SHOULD have a little Omo. Also, this story is getting a Trigger warning, cuz this is Natasha Romanoff and I'm just a heartless writer. Probably mentions of torture, abuse, and maybe non-con later on. Not sure. Any who I've babbled enough. STORY TIME! :) Chapter 2 "This is YOURS?" Natasha asked incredulously. She had been assigned to Clint until they were sure she wouldn't go completely bat-shit and kill someone by accident. They had even given him bigger quarters. She was sure it was because he was the only person crazy enough to trust her. Her therapist said she did, but then again doctors are paid to say shit like that. "Eh, it's nothing really," Clint shrugged. "I'm rarely here anyways. I'm usually with my..." He fell short. "Your boyfriend?" Natasha chuckled. "My handler," Clint corrected, but the blush in his cheeks gave him away. She had known since he had brought her with him to meet the man they all called Coulson. He seemed nice. He threatened to Taze her and watch Super Nanny while she twitched. She hadn't batted an eye, just sort of stared at him. He was crazy enough to challenge her and trust Clint. He seemed okay. "Anyways," Clint started again, pulling her out of her trance, "He's coming over tonight to fill out some paperwork he says he needs your help with. He said he would cook. Of course, he really doesn't trust me to cook." "And why is that?" Natasha asked curiously. "It's... kind of complicated," Clint answered, scratching the back of his neck. "I kind of set the kitchen on fire last time I tried to cook." Natasha laughed. "Hey! You grow up in a circus, you tend to skip over how not to make everything a flaming dish!" "You, Clint Barton, are a very funny man," Natasha tittered. "Well, glad I could amuse you then," He smirked. "Come on, you must be tired after everything." Natasha nodded. She hadn't been sleeping well since her capture two days ago. She had been having horrific nightmares of her training, various missions with who they called, "The Asset." She hadn't always woke up from those dreams in a pleasant state either. At least she had been able to hide the aftermath and save her pride at least a little. The nurses were a bit more forgiving than she figured Clint would probably be. She had never had anything so nice as this guest room before! Her own queen sized bed, an en suite bathroom with a HOT shower, and a small little desk in the corner. Her therapists had suggested she try journaling, so she figured the desk would be a good place to do so. "...And then we do our laundry on Thursdays, and then we come back and order take out and watch cheesy eighties movies," Clint informed her. "You need anything, I'm just a room away. Just like, knock first, okay?" Natasha nodded, settling her small self on to the bed. He smiled. "sweet dreams." As soon as he was gone, she spread out. She smiled. Maybe things would get better. She yawned. Two nights of tossing and turning took its toll on a body. She carefully crawled under her massively fluffy comforter and closed her eyes. * * * * "No please! I'll be good this time! I promise!" She had begged. "No, you're much too sassy to be any sort of good," An unknown man said. "Take her to the black room!" Suddenly two people had her by her arms and legs, dragging her into the blackness. The black room had always been where the recruits who couldn't take it were taken. She had seen many of the girls dragged from their beds in the night. muffled pleas for help echoed in her ears as she was dragged into the black room. "Stop! STOP!" She screamed, thrashing helplessly. She was strapped down with leather restraints to the chair. * * * * "Tasha wake up!" Clint said, gently shaking her shoulder. She woke with a scream, her hands managing to wrap around themselves around Clint's neck. "Natasha," He choked out. She let him go as she trembled. "I'm sorry," She said in a tiny voice. "Hey, it's okay," Clint said, sitting at the foot of the bed. That was a good move. She didn't trust herself in this state. "I can't tell you how many times I did the same thing to Phil. Well, not the exact same thing. I kind of slept with an arrow or a knife under my pillow. I may have caused him a few nicks." That same habit of rubbing the back of his neck. It must be a thing he did when he was embarrassed, she decided. "Seriously, it's okay. Now, come on. Phil's bringing pizza. The good stuff too, not some stupid chain." "What does a restraint have to do with food?" She asked, her face as blank as ever. Clint laughed, and she couldn't help but smile. She slowly assessed her present state; dry, thank GOD. She nodded, undoing the covers and following him to the living room. * * * They were so enamored with each other. Clint and his boyfriend slash handler. She had listened to Phil go on and on and ON about the forms she was signing, initialing, dating. Most of it was so that no one could arrest her unless she violated company policy, a few disclosures.... she just did what she was told. That's what Clint had said to do. He then proceeded to play footsie with his lover under the table. Natasha had rolled her eyes. They were such children. She finally had found an excuse to retire early, stating a need to try some new techniques they had told her to try in therapy. It wasn't entirely a lie. They did suggest she try and get to bed earlier, take her time, build a routine. She wasn't sure how. But she decided to start with a shower. After a little bit of fiddling, she figured out how to work it. She took her time, letting the warm water wash away her stress and the nightmare from earlier. MEANWHILE.... "Clint, you're doing a great job as her handler," Phil said. "I know that this afternoon was hard, but you did good. I wouldn't have done anything different." "I just, I keep worrying I'm gonna fuck her up in one way or another," Clint huffed. "That feeling is normal. At least you two aren't going out on missions," Phil pointed out. "But.... But what if she CAN'T?" He finally asked. "What if she can't handle missions? After everything she's been through, I.... I don't want to push." "If she can't handle missions she can be a paperwork assistant," Phil said simply. "I can ALWAYS use help with paperwork." Clint couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, somehow I don't see that happening," He chuckled, giving Phil a quick peck on the lips. "You're the best, you know?" Suddenly, there was a tiny little "ahem," From the hallway. They looked up to see Natasha in standard issue SHIELD clothing. Clint made a mental note they needed to go shopping. "I'm not sure if it is customary in your culture, but I came to say goodnight," She said, the smallest of smiles on her lips. Clint and Phil both smiled warmly at her. "Goodnight Natasha," They said in unison. She smiled, returning the gesture before returning to her room. She could trust them, she was sure of that. Maybe, in time.... they would be a family? She didn't want to get her hopes up, but going to bed thinking about it... maybe that would keep the worst of the nightmares away.
I HAS AN UPDATE!!!! :D These really are turning out to be quite long, but I enjoy them. :) Lemme know what y'all think! Also: Trigger warning for brief mentions of violence. Doubt it's needed, but better safe than sorry. :) Chapter 3: * * * * "STOP!" She begged, before she felt another hand come down on her again. "Please, I'll be good! I promise!" "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU USELESS BITCH!" A fist collided with her face, sending her into blackness. * * * * She woke, tears in her eyes as she screamed. She frantically looked around, grateful Clint hadn't come in like last time. Her breathing became less frantic but more ragged as she settled down. It was then that she felt it: the sheets were soaked underneath her. She groaned. She had very little in the way of clothing to begin with, and these accidents weren't helping. She angrily got out of bed, stripping the sheets and herself before going to shower. * * * "So I heard you've been screaming in your sleep," Nina said. She told Natasha that if she didn't like doctors to just call her whatever she felt comfortable with. She said she wanted Natasha to trust her. "Are you still having bad dreams?" Natasha nodded slowly. "Usually it's about my first handlers," She said slowly. "They weren't the nicest people." "I can imagine," Nina said. "Do you feel ready to tell me what they did?" Natasha shrugged. "Didn't someone tell you?" "No, we only know what we found out a few days ago," She said calmly. Natasha took a shaky breath. "They used to beat me up," She said. "When I wasn't good enough or fast enough, they'd hit me. They said I was worthless, and maybe they should just kill me like the other failures." "You know you're not a failure, right?" Nina said. Natasha shrugged. "Natasha, you're human. There are things outside of your control, and you were wrong to be punished for them, alright? Try and remember that." "It wasn't outside of my control when I had accidents on missions," She scoffed. "Yes, it was," Nina countered. "Your body can only take so much Natasha. Try and remember you're not the reason the world is a horrible place. You might have done bad things, but you didn't get a say in them, alright?" Natasha nodded slowly. "I'm proud of you for opening up today. I'll see you back on Friday." * * * "So how did it go?" Clint asked as they walked back to his quarters. She shrugged. She didn't feel like discussing therapy yet. "Okay then. Look, the SHIELD clothing is knd of boring, and not everyone has a leather fetish, so I was thinking we could go shopping today if you wanted." "Shopping?" Natasha asked. "As in a shopping center?" "In America we call them malls. You've never been, have you?" He asked. She shook her head. "Good, because I needed to get to the mall anyways to get some stuff for Phil. We'll go after we have lunch with Him." * * * Turns out Phil had to work through lunch so CLINT had decided Natasha needed to try this greasy sandwich that they sold at the mall called a "Cheese Steak." It tasted like a million calories in the best way. As they finished eating, he lead her to their first stop, a store that looked like a clothing bomb had gone off. "Why are the people twenty-one forever? Is it because the store is so messy?" She asked. CLINT chuckled. "They aren't, it's just the name of the store. It has something to do with looking young," he explained. "Anyways, I'll be in the guys section. You look around and find some stuff, okay?" Natasha nodded. Surely they had SOMETHING in this mess that she would like. She scanned the sections close by Clint, finding some skinny jeans and basic tops, and some that were what they called "crop tops." She had never seen so much, and they had EVERYTHING here. Clothes and bras and underwear, and pajamas too. Finally Clint came over, some shirts in his hands. "You want to try any of that on?" He asked, noting the ever growing stack in her hands. She shook her head. He shrugged, leading the way to the cash registers. Her stomach dropped when she realized Clint was the only one of the two of them with any way to pay for anything. "Maybe I should put this-" "Don't even start. I wouldn't offer to take you shopping if I minded paying," CLINT said politely. "But I have no way to pay you back," She said, knowing there was ONE way... But she doubted that was what CLINT wanted. "Hey, it's no big deal, really," he insisted. "I don't mind spending money on you. That's what friends do. Well, sometimes anyways." "That's what we are? Friends?" She asked hopefully. Clint smiled. "Yeah, that's exactly what we are," He answered confidently. Natasha kept her mouth shut as CLINT checked them out, cringing at the total. As soon as she came into some money, she decided she would pay Clint back for this. They spent the rest of their afternoon wandering around the mall. They bought Clint new running shoes, A few ties for Phil, and Natasha a few pairs of socks. But when they passed the toy store, Natasha couldn't stop herself from asking if they could go inside. "Ummm sure," He said. He didn't want to discourage her actually speaking up. She smiled and tugged him by the wrist inside. It was an interesting place, filled with trains that ran on tracks around the walls, colorful blocks and books lining some shelves, dolls and action figures lining another and THERE. It's the display of stuffed animals that had pulled her attention inside the store. And there, sitting on the top shelf, she finds it. The bear is hot pink with white swirls and a little black nose and a brown bow around its neck. It's unique, a little strange and a little girly. Natasha quietly picks him up, runs her fingers over the soft fur on his body before she cuddles it. "Do you want it?" Clint asks with an amused smile. Natasha blushes a deep shade of red. WEAKNESS! her mind screams, and suddenly it's all she can do to keep from crying and screaming. Her breaths start to hitch and the panic must be evident on her face because Clint has his arms around her suddenly. And the weird thing is, she doesn't attack him for it. Somehow this feels right. As she realizes he's talking to her, she begins to listen closely to him. "....Breathe Tasha. I can't help you if you don't talk to me," He murmurs. "I'm sorry if I upset you." "Y-you- didn't," She gasped. God that sounded so WEAK. "S-sorry." "Tasha, breathe, just try and relax, okay? I'll call Phil," Clint said calmly. Oh God. IF they went home, that meant she was going to be punished for this. She whimpered. She didn't want to be punished. She wanted to be good. Good girls didn't have panic attacks. She couldn't stop the hysterical tears as Clint lead her to his car. So much for a good day. * * * "Hey Tasha," Clint said with a smile as he entered her room later that night. Oh God, here it came. He had left her alone after they had gotten back. She had cried herself to sleep and woke up crying and soaked. She had found her bag of clothes by the door, and all of them were there. That just meant he was taunting her. She looked up at him with nervous eyes. Clint quietly came in to the room. "So... I get it. I mean I had my fair share of panic attacks when I first came here too. And over really silly things. Like when Phil and I were on a mission in Kentucky trying to stop some drug lord, and we went to this barbecue place-" "Does this story have a point or is listening to you babble my punishment?" Natasha asked before her hands flew over her mouth. "I'm sorry I didn't-" "Tasha," Clint said sadly, "Why would you think.... Actually, yeah I can see where that could be your logic. But you're not getting punished. I'll never punish you for something out of your control. I- WE came in here to cheer you up." He pulled the teddy bear from behind his back, the very same one that she had had the panic attack over. "You... you got it!" She squealed, taking the bear and smooshing it to her chest. "Oh thank you Clint thank you thank you thank you!" "You're welcome," He smiled. "Glad I could make you feel better." Natasha examined the bear happily. "Did you mean it when you said you would never punish me?" She asked. "Yeah. Phil would kill me if I did, and then he'd have to fill out at least fifty forms," Clint said with a smirk. "Plus, my parents kind of smacked me and my brother around before they died. It wasn't too much better when I was in the circus either. I made my brother a promise I'd never 'punish' anyone." Natasha smiled. "I'm glad," She said, running a hand over the bear's fur. "So what's his name?" Clint asked. "I mean a bear this special HAS to have a name." Natasha thought for a minute. "I think I'll call him... Pinkie bear," she smiled. "Like pinkie swear, but better." "I love it," CLINT smiled. (AN: Yeah, kind of a weird ending here, but I like it. It's really cute and Clintasha-y. :) Hope y'all enjoyed it!) Edited July 6, 2015 by Little Widow (see edit history)
New update! :D as usual, trigger warning, mostly for torture and brief mention of abuse, although the only thing is they are captured and put in a cell, and then Natasha mentions some of her training at the end. But still, better safe than sorry. :) enjoy! Chapter 4: Natasha began to hyperventilate. This wasn't supposed to happen. They were just going to get tampons from fucking WALMART of all places!! "Tasha, come on, I need you to breathe," Clint said, calmly, pacing around the cold, tiny cell. She assumed he was trying to find an escape route. She couldn't think. All she could feel was fear. THAT was the problem with emotions! WHY did her stupid doctors not see that?! "We're gonna die," She choked out, shaking. "We're gonna die we're gonna die we're gonna die oh God Clint we're gonna die!" Clint slowly wrapped his arms around her sobbing form. "Tasha, we're not gonna die. They didn't even take my phone. These guys are amateurs, they just gagged us and threw us in here. Phil's gathering up the team and he said he'd be here as fast as he could." "Why can't we just escape?" She asked, sniffling miserably. "Cuz rule number one when you're captured is decide what keeps you the safest. And as long as no one comes in to beat us up, it's probably safer in here than out there." "But um..." She bit her lip and squirmed. "Oh. Uhm..." Clint blushed. It had to be with a girl on a late night tampon run. It just HAD to be. If it were Phil he would have just told him not to be stupid and to just piss in the corner. But Tasha was.... a GIRL. Yes that was sexist thinking but he was a boy and she was essentially a civilian, despite the fact that she had once been a vicious killer. "I'll just wait," She said, though in all actuality she had had to go since before they left. Clint chewed his lip. "Tash..." "And what alternative is there in this stupid stone cell?" She asked, still shaking. He shrugged. He'd been captured enough to know not to expect much from your captors. "God I wish I had Pinkie Bear...." "I know Tash. Come on, let's just rest. Who knows how long until something happens?" Clint said. Natasha nodded, simply sinking to the ground against a wall. Clint sat next to her, silently offering his support. Natasha curled up against him. This whole ordeal had been exhausting and she just wanted to rest. Her eyes slowly drifted closed against her will. * * * Someone was screaming. That was the first thing he realized as he woke up. Then everything else hit him: Captured, cell, torture... His eyes flew open as he hopped to his feet, not realizing Tasha had fallen asleep. She gasped as she awoke too, tears in her eyes. Clint settled down and slipped back in to the spot next to her. Never mind his own body needing something, she was more important. "Clint," She sobbed. "Shh, I'm here," He breathed, wrapping an arm around her shaking form. "I'm here Tasha, you're safe." "When is Phil coming?" She whimpered, a hand resting on her thigh. "Soon. He probably has to clear it with Fury and that always takes ages, especially when it's.... almost midnight," He sighed. "He'll be here, I promise. How are you holding up?" Natasha winced at the words, squirming even more. "I just want my bear and to be back home," She whimpered, not even trying to hide the hand in her crotch. Clint winced. "You're not gonna like me," He sighed. "I have to pee too." "Great. Just great," She muttered. Clint shrugged. "I'm wondering if our captors aren't just perverts," He mumbled, shifting. "Ugh, I know how this ends. Are you gonna be okay if, um..." "Your body, your choice," She said, repeating what they kept telling her. He smiled sadly at her. "You know you could..." "Not a chance. I'm a lady," She sighed. He nodded, walking to the farthest corner away from her. She squirmed even more. Falling asleep had been a mistake. She had woken up dry, but it felt like she had been dealt double the hot golden liquid in place of an accident. She didn't dare think of what Clint was doing, or how the sound of liquid hitting the floor only made her bladder throb painfully, or the fact that their captors had yet to come in an bug them. Seriously, you'd think if they wanted the Black Widow and a freakishly accurate assassin at their disposal, they would have made their demands by now. Unless... Oh no. Unless this was just a stop on the way to where they were really headed. "Ah!" Her panties got damp as she panicked. "What is it?" Clint asked, finishing and re-situating himself before he joined her on the floor. "What if this is just stop number one? What if they're waiting on someone else to come get us? Or to kill us?" She asked. "Then Phil will stop them," He said. "How can you have so much blind faith in him?" She asked. "He hasn't shown up yet." "Because he said so. Phil keeps his word Tasha," Clint said, rubbing her back. "Tell me about how you two met," She whimpered, needing a distraction from the constant throbbing of her bladder. Clint saw this and regailed her on how he had had a shitty childhood and shitty teen years that sort of culminated into the epic fail that was joining the circus/crime team. At some point he realized how much trouble he was in if he didn't get out, and that's sort of how he and Phil came into contact, because he informed the authorities of how he knew about plans to rob Stark Industries. He was explaining how he and Phil finally confessed their undying love for each other (Clint's words, not hers), when Natasha's poor bladder finally gave out. She whimpered when she felt the seat of her jeans getting absolutely drenched as she whimpered. "I'm so-" "Shhh, you tried so hard Tasha. It's okay," Clint cooed. She simply could not fight it anymore and leaned into him, simply sobbing again. Damn emotions. Damn everything. When the torrent from between her legs finally died off, she let herself slump against Clint. "Well fuck," She coughed out. She would have said more but suddenly there were sounds of someone approaching. This was it, they were going to die. Except... she could hear gunfire. And... fighting? She paled when she realized that, just like Clint had promised, Phil had come for them. Suddenly the door was kicked in, and there, in a bullet-proof vest, was Phil Coulson, and a one-eyed pirate spy. "Director," Clint said, pulling the two of them to their feet. "I-I can explain..." "Good, you can explain why SHIELD is harboring fugitives in my office when we get back," The pirate-spy said. "Oh, and you forgot something." He chunked the box of tampons at his head, and Clint caught them. Natasha whimpered but felt Clint's firm arms around her. "You're okay. You're not going anywhere Tasha," He said firmly, anger taking over his features. Phil handed her Pinkie Bear from inside his vest. Well, at least if she was going to rot in a goverment prison, she wouldn't be alone. * * * Things were quite a flurry when they returned. Everyone either gasped or snickered when they saw the deadly Black Widow in soaked pants. There were, however, two agents who gave her sympathetic smiles and offered to go with her back to Clint's quarters. In fact, one girl- Tina, she was pretty sure that was her name- Planted herself directly by Natasha's side while she waited outside the directors office for Clint. "You're not the first person," She said, handing Natasha a blanket. "They say it happens to most people the first time they get captured. At least the stubborn ones. They told us in training its a good way to end up with wet clothes and a head cold and to just suck it up and piss in the corner." "In Russia they taught us to hold it and if we piss ourselves we will be beaten and made to lick up the mess," She said plainly, snuggling into the blanket. "Well, you're in America now, things are different," Tina shrugged. It was then when they heard Clint swear and Phil poked his head out. "Tasha, we could really use you right now," He said. "Thank you for watching out for her Tina." "No problem Agent Coulson," She smiled. Natasha took a shaky breath, kept a firm grip on her bear as she walked into the spy-pirate's office. "Natasha, this is Director Fury," Phil explained. "He was unaware that we had taken you in as a refugee and would like to ask you a few questions." "And he BETTER NOT shoot you," Clint added icily. Natasha gulped. This was so bad. "Just sit," Director Fury snapped. She hesitantly sat down in the only leather chair she found, which was directly in front of his desk. "Listen red-head. I am in charge of everything around here. That rescue? Me. Your treatment? Me. That purple bird brain who seems to think you won't kill anyone? My best agent. And he seems to be pretty protective over you. Is that true?" Natasha nodded shyly. "Clint kept me calm and quiet and distracted until you and Phil came for us," She said quietly. "Phil? He let's you call him Phil?!" The director asked angrily, earning himself a snarl from Clint. "Look.... Natasha. You've got them wrapped around your fingers. I, on the other hand, am not so easy to persuade. You've made quite a mess of my jobs lately and I do not appreciate it." "Director..." Natasha started, making him look at her eerily with his one good eye. "I.... I didn't get much of a choice in who I was or what I did before. And the side effects of what I did aren't that great either. But... I want to be good. I want to make up for what I did. Somehow. Clint said he's my handler and I do what he says, and that he won't make me do anything I don't feel okay doing. Phil- Coulson, whoever, seems to trust him. I haven't killed anyone yet, have I?" "Tasha-" Phil started, before the director silenced him. "You said yet. Are you planning a murder? Or a mass killing-spree I should know of?" "No sir. Clint wants me to be a normal human, or at least not a serial killer. I'm working on that in therapy," She said nervously. The director seemed to think about this for a minute. "And you're taking full responsibility for her and all of her actions Barton?" He asked. Clint gave the angriest nod she had ever seen, and that seemed to be enough for the director, who turned to her. "Listen well, because I do not repeat myself. You are to do whatever that man says. He says go to therapy, you do it. He says sneeze, you do it. Cause any more problems, and I will not hesitate to throw your ass in my very cushy jail cell, got it?" Natasha gulped, but nodded. That seemed to be the end of it, and soon she and Clint were on their way back to their quarters. Pinkie Bear seemed to sense that they were okay, and that Clint was just being a stubborn, overprotective man. Somehow Natasha was okay with that. For the first time in a long time, she slept dreamlessly and peacefully that night. Even when she woke up at five in the morning to wet sheets, it didn't seem so bad. As long as Clint was around, she knew that no matter what happened, he would keep the two of them safe.
Alright so here's the deal: Someone I work with, who I also happen to be very close with (In a strictly professional manner mind you: We're all girls where I work) kind of.... "Resigned" on the ninth (Read into that all you want: You're probably right, but I can niether confirm nor deny it). And thus, here I am, taking out all my problems on Tasha again. She just seems to be my victim of choice. And as I am dealing with feelings, this might get kind of triggery. As usual, a warning for possible mentions of abuse, torture, and MAYBE non-con. Maybe. I just want someone else to feel the sense of loss and distrust at everything I am feeling right now. So yeah, let's torture Natasha some more, shall we? Also, fair warning: I ended up breaking this into two parts, simply because as I wrote it, it got pretty long.... Chapter 5: Natasha panicked internally. Maybe this wasn't happening. Maybe this was all just another one of those horrid nightmares and any minute now Clint would come in and wake her up and things would be fine. But somewhere inside her head she knew that wasn't the truth. She whimpered, trying to fight the tears she knew were coming. She hoped Maria Hill was as nice to her now as she had been earlier. A FEW DAYS BEFORE: "Nat, we need to talk," Clint said as he and Phil sat at the breakfast table. They had made her hot chocolate. They knew it was her favorite thing. This was a very bad sign. "What's going on?" She asked nervously, looking at the drink rather than sipping it. Pinky Bear was secure in her arms. "Nothing is wrong per se," Phil started. "We just have a mission." "Oh," she shrugged, not getting it yet. "That's all you have to say?" Clint asked, a bit of confusion tinting his features. "I mean I don't ENJOY sitting around with Phil but..." "Natasha," Phil said gently. "I have to go into the field with Clint. You can't come. You haven't been cleared yet." Oh. Oh. OH! "But... But where am I- I mean the Director SAID he wouldn't kill me but- and then the bear and- and-" "Breathe Tasha, breathe," Clint said, coming over to hug her. She was shaking and on the verge of tears. "We asked around and you have a couple of options," Phil said. "You mentioned Tina, and since I'm training her, Clint and I are fine if she stays here while we're gone, or Agent Hill has offered to let you stay with her in her on-base quarters." Natasha chewed her lip. They told her not to hide how she felt, that it was a bad thing to do. But old habits die hard. And besides, as far as she knew, Agent Hill hadn't seen her disgrace herself. "Agent Hill," she said evenly. Phil looked at Clint, who must have given some sort of look of his own before Phil nodded. "I'll let her know." THE NEXT AFTERNOON.... "You have everything?" Clint asked as he stood in the doorway of Natasha's bedroom. She nodded slowly, and as she did so, Clint saw Pinkie Bear's ears poking out of her backpack. "Good, cuz I have a present for you." "Clint I really don't-" "Hush silly girl," he said, digging around in his pocket. At least it was small. He finally pulled out a silver key. "Since you're officially a member of SHIELD, I figured it best you have a key to this place." Natasha took the small piece of metal into her hands, examining it. "Does this mean...?" "Consider it a welcome gift, since I'm officially your handler," he smiled. Natasha glanced at the key, then at Clint, then back at the key. She pocketed the object with not a hint of the emotions she was feeling. "I'm ready." Clint nodded, leading her out to the living room. "Natasha, this is Assistant Director Hill," he said evenly. Natasha paled. Surely she knew what had gone on in that blasted cell. What the director had said. What she had done.... She didn't realize she was having a panic attack until Clint had her in his big, strong, arms, whispering softly to her. "....the bear Tasha. Where did you pack him?" Clint whispered. She sniffled and pointed a shaky hand at her backpack. Phil dug Pinkie Bear out, and silently handed the bear over to her. She buried her face in his soft fur, that smelled like.... like Clint? "I made sure I put some of my cologne on there for you, in case this happens while we're away," He explained quietly. Natasha nodded. Even though she didn't feel ready, she tried to shove the panic away, with more success than she had thought she would have, and wiggled herself out of Clint's arms. "I-I'm sorry Miss Hill," She stammered, fearing rebuke. Maria looked at Clint, before she continued. "Just call me Maria, or Agent Hill. Whatever is easier on you," She explained in a voice that sounded strangely Canadian, but still put her at ease. Phil lead her into the hall while the grown-ups talked (His analogy, not hers). When Clint and Maria finally returned, She threw herself onto Clint. "Come back to me," She begged softly. "I swear Tasha, I'm coming back. And when I do we'll get you caught up on all the Disney Princess movies you missed," He said, earning a small laugh from the two agents behind him. Natasha nodded, un-hugging Clint before grabbing her bear and crushing that to her chest. As Natasha walked down the hall away from Clint, she tried hard to keep her breathing even. Maria eventually stopped in front of a large door. She placed her palm on the scanner and it opened instantly, revealing a lush suite, something similar to Clint's place, but.... bigger. There was more space, and the furnishing was a little less worn. Actually, it didn't look like anyone was ever really here. "....So this is where you'll be staying until they get back," Maria pointed to the guest bedroom, opening the door for Natasha. Again, like her room at Clint's but... bigger. Even the bed looked larger. "I know it's nothing special but it was last minute and I didn't want Director Fury to butt in." "Does he still hate me?" Natasha asked softly, sitting on the edge of the bed, bear still crushed to her chest. "Not directly," Maria said, sitting with her. "He's just a bit leery to trust you, because he thinks you'll go rogue again. I think Clint was right and you deserve a second chance. After everything you've been through Natasha... You deserve a chance to be free." Was she ever truly going to be free though? She doubted it. "So what do you do all day?" Natasha asked. "Meetings, meetings, and more meetings," Maria sighed. "And I have to be in command at seven since that's when Clint and Phil are supposed to land. You can stay here or come with. We don't have to go anywhere until after lunch." Natasha nodded. She ended up curling up on the bed. "....Can we watch a movie?" Maria smiled. Turned out she had as many Disney movies as Clint, but she preferred the animal ones over princesses. They ended up watching a movie about two dogs who fell in love and had a lot of puppies. Then they were dog-napped by this lady who had an unhealthy obsession with fur coats. "Isn't that sort of thing illegal?" Natasha finally asked. Maria shrugged. "I suppose. It wasn't really okay in the sixties either," she answered. "In Russia all the rich women had fur coats," Natasha explained. "That's how I knew who my targets usually were." Maria wasn't quite sure how to respond to that, so she settled for a smile and a pat to the head. "You hungry? I have some yummy sandwich stuff." Natasha nodded eagerly, following the woman to the kitchen, eyeing the box on the table carefully. Maria smiled. "Let's take a peek."
Tada! A new update! :D For those of us just joining in: Last time, Clint and Phil left for a mission, leaving Natasha with Maria Hill. They were watching 101 Dalmatians and are now going to investigate what's in the mysterious box on her kitchen table. Mentions of kidnapping, and panic attacks. Now then: Chapter 5 (Part 2): "Let's take a peek," Maria smiled. In truth it was a present she was HOPING would keep Natasha still and well-behaved (And hopefully panic-attack free) while she was in meetings all day. She handed Natasha the package and smiled when the girl gasped. Inside was one of her blank sketchbooks, along with a coloring book and some crayons. Maria was quite fond of art, and had found it to be quite a stress reliever (Something she sorely needed in her line of work). She hoped it would work for Natasha as well. "Do you like it?" Natasha nodded tearily. She still wasn't quite used to the idea of presents with no strings attached. It vaguely crossed her mind she should be "thanking" Maria for her gift, but the rational part of her told her not to. Maria let her examine them while she made lunch: Chicken and tomato sandwiches with arugula on her Panini press. She also grabbed two bottles of juice out of the fridge and a bag of sweet potato chips as well, ever the health nut. Natasha had decided to wait to use them and instead let Maria set the table. They ate in companionable silence, and Natasha sighed when she finally finished. "Did you get enough to eat?" Maria asked. She didn't often deal with the refugees that SHIELD came across, but she noticed that they ALWAYS looked underfed. Natasha nodded eagerly, and Maria smiled. "Good. Go wash your hands while I get ready to go," She finished instructing. As Natasha slipped off into the guest bedroom, she made a mental to do list. Her notes were waiting on the table, she had Natasha's art supplies, her folder (She really needed to look through that later), and... the bear. If she left without the bear she was sure all hell would break loose. Luckily, when Natasha reemerged, she had it in her arms. Maria handed her the box, and off they went towards the conference room. Natasha was sat quietly outside the door, and the guards were instructed to inform her and only her if there were any problems. They nodded, saluting her. All in all things were relatively quiet. At least until someone came bustling towards the doors and the guards stopped them. "State your business," The taller, bulkier brunette said. "A-an issue has arisen with Agents Coulson and Barton," He stammered. "Assistant Director Hill is needed in command ASAP." Brunette didn't take his eyes off of the guy but his counterpart, the one with sandy blonde hair, went into the room. Natasha, meanwhile, paled. No. Clint promised he would come back! Her breathing came more rapidly, and it was then that the others noticed her. "Who's that?" He asked. "I dunno, Hill just told me to make sure she was good and if she wasn't to get her," Brunette said. Hill and Blondie emerged from the room, and Natasha frantically stood. "Breathe Tasha, I'm sure this is nothing," Hill assured the clearly frightened girl. The five of them made their way to command, Natasha cradling her bear the whole way. "Talk to me, what's going on?" "Their plane went off radar thirteen minutes ago. It was hijacked and Agent Barton was taken. Agent Coulson landed the jet and was the one who contacted us." Natasha began shaking. Clint had been taken. Phil had lost contact. He was in trouble. Her chest was tight. He was in danger. Her hands shook. Clint might... He might... She couldn't bring herself to finish that thought, and she didn't realize she was on her way to the ground until Maria caught her. She couldn't help the loud sob that escaped her. Suddenly all the agents in the room were glaring at her, until Maria barked some command and they all begrudgingly turned back to their work. Natasha wanted so badly for Clint, but he was lost and she had to stay here and be good. And a panic attack was not part of being good. All of a sudden a new voice entered her realm. That girl... Tina. She moved to sit with Natasha while Maria went back to the chaos that was this mission. Natasha remained fairly quiet as she settled. Tina had another blanket and offered it to Natasha. "Why do you always have blankets?" She asked, wrapping it around the two of them. "They suggested it in training," She explained. "Agent Coulson takes us through a psych training as well as physical and mental. They give us different coping techniques to try, and one that works on me is snuggling with blankets. They seems to work for you too, at least a little." Natasha nodded and remained quiet after that. She was still trembling. All she could think about was Clint, and if he would be okay. The day passed slowly, and Tina and Natasha eventually made their way to the cafeteria. "He'll be okay Tasha," Tina said, setting a sandwich in front of her. "You don't know that," she mumbled, poking the bread with her finger. "He said when you get captured, you have to judge what's best for your safety." "And Clint is an expert at that by now," Tina promised. Natasha was about to open her mouth when Maria sat down with them. "How close are you?" Natasha asked her instantly. "Phil is working on a plan with the others as we speak," she informed the girls. "We're probably going to send in a team for extraction." Natasha nodded. "How is Phil?" She asked nervously. "He's in mission mode Tasha, he's just fine," Maria assured her. "You need to eat." Natasha really did try, but she could barely stand to put half of her sandwich in her stomach, worrying if Clint would be getting any supper. It didn't seem fair for her to eat and not him. Finally Tina went back to her quarters and Maria lead Natasha back to her own. "How often does this happen?" She whispered. "More than you'll ever know, especially with Clint," Maria said gently. "The boy is a danger magnet." Natasha nodded slowly, curling into a ball on Maria's bed. "You need to sleep Natasha." "Uh uh," she said, cuddling her bear. "Nightmares." "Do you want to stay here?" She offered. Strange as that would be, promises were made, and at least one had to be kept. Natasha shook her head frantically. "I-I'll... I guess he would want me to sleep," she whispered. Maria nodded. Natasha sulked off to the guest bedroom. The bed was so big and nice and would be such a hassle to try and clean when she inevitably messed it up. But anxiety attacks were tiring and she was already worn out from stressing about CLINT. She no more than curled up under the covers and she fell asleep. * * * * The next time she opened her eyes, it was morning. She could tell because of the smell of maple syrup and meat coming into the room. She sat up with a stretch, grimacing when she felt the soaked bed beneath her. She would have to deal with that today. She sighed and went to get in the shower and start the endless cycle of her day. It wasn't as bad as usual. Maria made sure not to mention anything about the mission or the fact that both of them looked like they had gotten next to no sleep. But then it got exponentially worse when Maria led her to the medical wing, bear in arms. "No!" Natasha said, trying to run before the two beefy guards from the day before carried her into the therapy office. She screamed and cursed in Russian but it did her no good. "Natasha," A new voice said. She looked up to see herself sitting with a new female. She was thin and blonde and had a ring on her finger. "I heard some things happened yesterday that upset you." Silence. Absolute silence. If she didn't talk it would give them less to use against her and make them let her go quicker. "Are you going to talk today or should we do something else?" Natasha raised an eyebrow and the blonde lady smirked. "Come on, do you like exercise?" It turned out that the medical wing had a recreational exercise room. No punching bags (Much to her disappointment), but she could run on the treadmill to her hearts content, and THAT is when she opened up about Clint, and the panic attacks, and a little bit about her bedwetting. The blonde took notes, until Natasha was sweaty and crying and barely jogging as the treadmill came to a complete stop. "What if he never comes back?" She finally asked. The blonde looked torn between telling her the truth or a lie, when she finally settled on a compromise. "I think you'd still be here. Well taken care of, by all of us. But I think he's okay, and he'll come back Tasha." Another pretty lie she let herself believe. She decided she needed some alone time after that, and went back to Maria's place. It was quiet, clean. She showered again before stripping the bed and taking it to the wash, coming back up and passing out in Maria's bed. * * * * "Natasha?" Maria called. It was her voice that Natasha awoke to, and it took all of about twenty seconds for the color to drain from her face. Distraction, she needed a distraction. "Um, I-I'll be out in a minute!" She called. "Are you sure? I have good news," Maria said, her voice closer. Bad, this was very bad. She began shaking as she panicked. Think. Think... The lock! Stupid. She quickly locked the door. "Nat! What the hell?!" "Um, I-I was... working on a surprise and it's not ready!" Stupidest. Response. Ever. Maria, ever the agent, began to pick the lock with one of her hairpins. Natasha's stomach dropped and she whimpered. Well, this was nice while it lasted. The door flew open, a slightly pissed off assistant director about to demand answers before she realized they were spelled out in front of her. Huh. She momentarily thinks that she should have read Natasha's file when she was trying to sleep last night. "Oh Nat," She finally said. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry I didn't mean to I'll clean it up and buy you a new bed and do whatever you want I promise just don't- Don't-" "Natasha, come on, relax," Maria said, handing her the bear. She snuggled the thing close, trying to breathe in what little of Clint she had left, bitter tears rolling down her cheeks. "Come on, you're okay. You're safe Natasha. No one is going to hurt you, okay? It was just an accident." Natasha sobbed harder, expecting to be hit or violated but instead she was gently scooped up and set down in the guest room. Maria dug out some extra clothes, and handed them to her. "Get dressed. They're back," she told her before leaving. Natasha steadied herself enough to try and get out her wet clothes. She could shower later. As soon as she was changed she ran to find Agent Hill, who was waiting by the door. As she followed her to the infirmary/medical wing, she tried to keep her breathing even. The last thing she wanted was to go into hysterics now... Finally she saw him. He was unconscious and all cut up, bloody and he was covered in bruises. She wanted to scream his name, but she couldn't seem to form a coherent thought. Clint was here. He was alive. For the first time in a long time.... someone kept their promise to her. ____________________
Next two updates are getting major MAJOR trigger warnings. This one is for Definite mentions of past non-con/rape, as well as the usual possible torture and abuse. Also, as I have never had such things happen to me, I'm going off of what I've read about/heard. Please know I do not mean to offend/trigger/upset anyone. It is purely meant to amplify backstory, as I imagine a former Russian assassin has seen some nasty, horrible things. If you are okay reading, proceed. If you are not, I will put a synopsis at the end of this update. _________________________________________________________________ Chapter 6: It wasn't like she MEANT for this to keep happening. Pinky Bear could attest to that. Yet here she stood, again, in the SHIELD laundry mat at three in the morning. She found it was the safest time to come because the only other people here were either drunk, washing their drunk friend's puked on clothes, or in the same boat as her. They had a little support group going, and Pinkie Bear was the group leader. "Really, why haven't we just sucked up and told medical yet?" David, one of the new recruits, said. "They'd probably know what to do." "Because, they'd probably laugh at us and then kick us on our asses after they made sure to brainwash us," Natasha muttered. "At least that's what Pinky Bear thinks they do when they want to fire someone." "Yeah, and then your handler's boyfriend has to fill out all the paperwork," Tina, joked. Natasha honestly wasn't surprised when she found her down here one night. "Seriously though, at some point, someone is gonna figure out what's going on, and then what? I'd almost take telling someone and seeing what they have to offer over this. Not that I don't enjoy our little sessions." "Yeah, I love you guys, but I need sleep. They make us get up at five in the morning," David whined. "Well, at least we get more sleep than the agents do," Natasha said, looking at Tina. She shrugged. And that was how their sessions usually ended. They gathered their now clean bedding and pajamas, said their goodnight's, and went back to their quarters, either to keep fighting sleep, or to try and get more of it. * * * "Hey hot shot," Clint said, pouring a glass of coffee. Natasha waved with a loud yawn. "Still not sleeping?" "Nope," She said, slumping into a chair. "Dang. You weren't screaming last night though. Maybe therapy is starting to help?" Clint said. She frowned and tightened herself into a ball. Therapy most certainly was NOT helping, all it was doing was dredging up old memories she had fought hard to suppress. She only went because she got to exercise, and the only reason she hadn't screamed last night was because she was sobbing. They had covered some of her sexual history in therapy before she screamed and broke a few windows and ended up being sedated. "I don't want to go to therapy anymore," She muttered, rubbing her eyes. "I know, but it gets... easier at least," Clint shrugged. "Phil made me go through the same shit when I first got here too. Hey, tell you what? We can stay here and watch Disney movies today." "Disney Movies?" She asked. "How many are there?" "Like.... a million," Clint said with a goofy grin. "Come on, I have all the princess movies. And you made me a promise!" She snorted. "You are the only man I know who actually sits and watches Disney Princess movies willingly." "So that's a yes?" He asked, his eyes sparkling. "Alright," Natasha sighed. At least he wasn't making her go back to sleep. Clint beamed and hugged her tight, forgetting her space-bubble issues that were flared up again. "CLINT!" "Sorry," He said, quickly releasing her. She smirked, and hit him with her bear before going and curling up on the couch. He pulled in a few of the extra blankets and pillows for them before starting with "The Little Mermaid." "Can we make a pillow fort?" She asked softly. He grinned wildly at her and nodded. Turns out building shelters wasn't a skill that had been lost. They made an EPIC pillow fort, with enough room for the both of them, Pinky Bear, and some wiggle room. They watched as Ariel got her legs, Natasha slumped against Clint. He smiled. "May I rub your arms?" He asked. She nodded slowly, and he wrapped an arm over her shoulder, gently letting his thumb go back and forth against her arm and hand. Natasha found the action to be quite soothing, and found her eyes drooping. In fact, by the time they finished singing, Natasha was asleep. Clint smiled and pulled the blanket up around her. * * * "I don't want to-" "Shut up or I shoot," he growled. She kept her lips still and let him do what he wanted to her. She stared at the ceiling, just waiting for it to finally be over, waiting. Waiting was the worst part. It always was and it always will be. "Natasha," he finally said. She looked at him with confused eyes as he finally left her body alone. "Natasha wake up," he added. * * * She was sobbing, she figured that out once her eyes opened and she heard the broken cries in their fort. She couldn't stop herself from falling apart, holding Pinky Bear to her chest, letting Clint hold her to his own chest. The sound of his heart was a reassuring sound, steady and rhythmic. When she finally settled down enough she realized it; she had completely drenched the sleeping bag she had been laying on, herself, and probably Clint. "Oh my God," she whimpered. "Hey, it's okay," he said gently. "No it's not!" She said, the tears re-entering her eyes. "I-I didn't mean to Clint I swear! I'll do whatever you want just- just-" she couldn't even breathe hardly at all. Clint crushed her to his chest, talking softly to her. She couldn't hear any of it. All she could hear were the profanities (Both in English and Russian) that were screamed at her constantly throughout training, missions, rapings. All the threats to her safety, her person, how worthless she was. She couldn't calm herself down, and suddenly she realized Clint had moved her. She was in their tiny kitchen, and Clint was offering her a pill someone had prescribed her for her panic attacks. She opened her mouth slowly, before gulping down the glass of water he handed to her. As she waited for it to take affect, she trembled. "It's okay Tasha, really it is," Clint murmured. "It's happened to me before too." "It's not. I'm weak, and stupid," she sniffled. "I'm horrible, broken, a filthy whore. I don't deserve any of this Clint!" "Hey, that's not-" "Yes it is Clint!" She snapped. "You aren't me! You haven't lived through the horrors and tortures I have! No one has ever violated you on as intimate level as I have! You don't know me!" She screamed, before running right past him, to her room, and locking the door. She cleaned up mindlessly before she began to think. She needed out. She had to get away. And Clint probably wouldn't let her pass without a confrontation. That left her one choice: the vents. * * * * SHIELD air ducts were incrediby spacious. Natasha figured Clint might have had something to do with that. She figured at this point Clint was looking for her, and had probably called Phil and her stupid therapist. She shook her head. No way in HELL was she going to deal with that. She COULD however use a snack.... Natasha turned back around, and after two left turns found herself over the mostly empty cafeteria. She was about to pop the vent covering off when she heard people running in. She crawled back a few inches, listening closely. "See Clint? I told you she wasn't in here," Tina said. Shit, they were after her. "This base is too big. There's no way the three of us can possibly find her." "And what's the alternative? Let fury find her and shoot her?" Clint growled. "No way. I promised her I would take care of her. No matter how many times she makes me feel like pulling my hair out. Now where's our next quadrant?" Tina rambled off a few room numbers and then they were gone. Shit. She was being pursued. Well, she was the Black Widow. She could kill you before you had time to blink. She simply crawled back along, stumbling across Phil. He was sighing heavily with his phone to his ear. "Yes I'm AWARE that it's protocol, that doesn't mean she was fucking ready for it though!" He said in a big huff. "Oh really? Well, maybe I'll take her to a non-SHIELD counselor then. ....Oh you're reconsidering, hmm? Tell you what? If you can talk her out of the vents, we'll reconsider." Before the other person had time to answer, he hung up. Phil was... on her side? About what? That it was too soon to talk about her.... sexual history? That she needed more help than she was getting? Something about his concern put a lump in her throat and she struggled to keep crawling away. She found a vent that let out over a seemingly empty room before she started crying again. Why were they looking for her? She was just a useless charity case. Hopelessly broken beyond repair. The scars on her body, both inside and out, should have proved that. She heard the door open, and looked down, struggling to remain quiet. Maria Hill entered the room. She was holding a few scraps of paper, and went to a corner of the room she couldn't see. She returned with a painters palette, filled with paints. reds and oranges, and whites and creams and blacks, and the tiniest bit of green... She pulled an easel to the middle of the room, and pulled a sheet off of a canvas, and it was... her. It was an outline of Natasha's silhouette, her face kind of sketched in. She was with another woman.... she had been completely painted in, no face, but dark brown hair, a blue dress. It didn't take Natasha long to figure out that Maria was painting the two of them. As weird as it was... It was also kind of flattering. She finally couldn't take it and popped out of the vent, landing with a light thud. Maria turned quickly, gun pulled. Natasha quickly put her hands in the air. Maria sighed and placed the weapon back in its holster. "Natasha what are you doing here?" She asked, quickly throwing the sheet back over her painting. "Hiding," Natasha answered. "What are you doing?" "Whatever I want," Maria said, quickly trying to cover up her activities. "Does Clint know you're here?" "No," Natasha shrugged. "We had a fight." Maria sighed. This was so not going well. "He found out, didn't he?" The way Natasha looked at her feet was enough of a yes. "And how did he react?" "I had a panic attack and he tried to tell me stuff, but I couldn't really tell what it was," She admitted sheepishly. "Are you gonna make me go back?" ".....Not until you're ready," she sighed. "I am going to call him though so he doesn't freak out." "Too late," Natasha whimpered. "He won't listen if you call him. Call Phil instead. Please?" Maria sighed but decided to indulge the girl, calling the agent instead. After that she took Natasha back to her living quarters, sitting the girl on the couch. "Care to tell me what you two were fighting about?" She said, sitting across from her. Natasha took a deep breath. "He was trying to convince me I wasn't the only one who's been through... stuff," She explained. "He tried to tell me that he's wet the bed before. And he tried to convince me I wasn't a whore." Maria scooted closer to Natasha. "I heard what happened yesterday in therapy," She said gently. "They shouldn't have broached that topic yet. You're not ready. And I can tell you beyond a shadow of a doubt that it doesn't make you a whore, or a slut, or any other horrible name you can come up with for yourself, okay? You didn't get a choice in the matter. Neither did I." Natasha jerked her head up. "You too?" Maria nodded. "When I was sixteen. My ex-boyfriend was an abusive bastard. No one really believed me. I ran away from home after that. That's a large part of why I'm here. I want to protect people from bastards like that. If I can get through it, I know you can." Natasha nodded slowly. "Can I ask you something?" She said softly. When Maria nodded, she continued, "Why were you painting me?" "Oh God, you saw that?" She asked, a blush rising in her cheeks. Natasha smiled ever so slightly. "I.... you're beautiful Natasha. You're wonderful, deadly, and graceful and... And I like it." Natasha nodded. That was enough of an answer for now. "Is Clint mad?" She asked. Maria smirked. "No, he's just upset you ran away," she explained. "He really cares about you Natasha. As much as he cares about Phil. And he and Phil are.... quite a thing." Natasha nodded slowly. "Maybe... maybe I should go back," She whispered. "Just so he stops panicking." Maria smiled and offered her hand To Natasha. * * * * "NATASHA!" Clint screamed, running to the girl when he finally saw her, but stopped short of a hug, knowing that she was still pretty sensitive about touch. "It's okay Clint, you can hug me," She said softly. He wrapped his big strong arms around her, and for once, he was the one shaking a little. "Don't do that again," He said as he pulled away, begging. "Please Tasha. I was so worried. We can fix whatever happens. Just don't run." She nodded softly. In the end, what did it matter? She had good people around her. Maybe they could fix the damage. Maybe she wouldn't be broken forever... It was a pretty lie to let herself believe. __________________________________________________ SYNOPSIS FOR THOSE WHO CHOSE TO SKIP: Clint finds out about Natasha's bedwetting problem. This results in her climbing through the air vents at SHIELD to avoid dealing with Clint. She and Maria have a moment, and then Natasha goes back to Clint. Next update may be a while, the person who's computer I am borrowing is currently on vacation. I'll prep as much as I can now though. :)
Alright, so a friend of mine on here is having kind of a shitty day/week. So I thought she might like this. :) ALSO: major MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING. Mentions of mental illness, misuse of alcohol, depression, self-harm, and past suicide/suicide attempts. I am ruthless. Seriously, this gets dark. Fortunately the next update should be happier. Amd if you have anything you want to see me write for this particular story, do let me know. :) Okay for real though: _________________________________________________________________ Chapter 7: He had good days. A lot of good days. But, every once in a while, He just had really shit days. Sometimes he got some warning, and other days he just woke up and knew it was gonna be a day. Usually he could just text Phil, and he'd be able to stay in bed, regretting his existence. But once Natasha came.... that changed things. He had to make sure she ate, that she took her medicine (They found that, just like him, she did better on medication than off. The mood stabilizers they had her on were helping her have far less panic attacks). And, above all, he had to be THERE for her. Ever since he actually sat in on a therapy session (At her request), he realized just how much she needed this second chance. How similar they were. Only she had been stronger than him, at least in one aspect: She had never taken a blade to her skin. She had done her own form of self-destructing. She ran into open fire, didn't really make an effort to come BACK from her missions. But still, she was strong enough to leave her skin unblemished, unwounded. It grated on him, how far down the rabbit hole he'd once fallen. And so, when he woke up on that Wednesday, he knew it was gonna be a day from hell. He texted Phil, and buried himself in his bed. At least until he heard Natasha screaming. He groaned, getting up to check on her. He walked into her room, seeing her trembling and cuddling the bear. She always had that bear, but it wasn't exactly a bad thing. As long as he was around to keep people from making fun of her. "What was it about this time?" He asked softly. She shook her head. "Okay. You need a minute?" She nodded. It had been a bit of an uphill battle for her to even come to him at first. But after he had gotten Maria Hill involved and she had pulled the "I'm assistant director" card, Natasha had conceded. With poor grace, and cursing in Russian. Clint left her to clean up, and went back to his bed to hide from the world. Natasha knocked on the door once she was done, and he slowly poked his head out of his nest. "Need my meds," She said shyly. He nodded, dragging his heels. Natasha, ever the spy, noticed his change. "Are you okay?" She finally asked. He shrugged. "Maybe you can go to therapy in my place." "Nice try," He muttered. "Grab me the cereal?" She stuck out her tongue and grabbed Clint his fruity pebbles and her box of frosted cheerios. Clint fixed them their medicine and grabbed the jug of milk from the fridge. Phil walked in then. "Wow, you got out of bed," He said, clearly impressed. Natasha gave Clint a look. "You're not telling me the truth," She growled. "Fine. Phil is gonna take you to therapy today. I'm not feeling good," He said, poking his cereal. Natasha whimpered. "No, not without you," she declared. It was hard enough to go with Clint: without him was damn near impossible. "Natasha-" "I said no!" Clint groaned. He couldn't stand the thought of facing the world, of putting on a mask and dealing with the utter feelingof despair and self-loathing. One look at Phil though, and it was decided. "I'll call Seth. You look like you need it," he said. Clint rolled his eyes. "I'm fine. We went through this before without him." "And we didn't have another person we had to take care of before either," he answered evenly. Natasha, at this point, was pouring and refusing to eat. "Come on Natasha, you need to eat." "No. Not until someone tells me what the hell is going on," she demanded. Clint gave Phil a pleading look, but the agent stayed firm and shook his head. "It's not my place to tell her." Natasha turned her glare soley on Clint now, and he growled. There was a REASON he stayed in bed on these days: everything grated on him. Even Natasha, who in his defense hadn't said anything about some of the fresher scars on his arms, the marks on his legs when they went to the lap pool. The last relapse was right before they sent him after Natasha. Like literally, Phil patched him up on the plane to Russia. After what was probably the most stressful breakfast and morning routine, Phil lead the two grumps down to the infirmary. All he had to say was they better be prepared for hell. Natasha see's the doctors and tries to run, only for CLINT to grab her, ignoring her screams of protest. Really, even he wasn't this combative this far along! Then again he'd never been dealt the hand she had. He sits her in the room, and she glares at him, until the doctor walks in. She sighs, seeing that it was going to be a day. "Would you like to paint?" She offered. Natasha nods, just once, and barely noticeable, but the lady knows enough. Today they're going to use finger paints, and a sheet of paper is set in front of Clint too, with a wink. She pulls out the paints and let's them go at it. Unsurprisingly, the pictures end up gory and grotesque. Natasha's page is smeared with red and brown, broken bits of white here or there. She claims violence as her muse. Clint's picture is death and darkness. The whole thing covered in gray's and black, the only other color being a tiny trail of red. The doctor doesn't push, but begins working with Natasha more, and so Clint decides to sneak out and find solace elsewhere. Actually, once he catches the date on the gigantic info board in the hall, he knows exactly what he's going to do. He goes back to his place and grabs his keys and wallet, and a very special drawstring bag. He then heads to the garage and hops in his car. He drives until he sees a grocery store. He heads to the liquor isle, buying as much booze as he can carry (it's just two six packs, but he grabs a bottle of whiskey too). He takes it to the front, ignoring the looks of the people around him. He then drives to the only place he can think of to do this; the park. There's a nice pond, lots of ducks and birds. Even a few squirrels chasing each other. He takes the first six pack with him, and the whiskey. He can't do it sober. Never been able to. Maybe that's how Phil managed to get him to stop. Doesn't matter. He drinks. And drinks. Until, at last, he's feeling a bit of a buzz. He takes a swig from the whisky, gags, and promptly smashes the beer bottle on the bench. He can't take it anymore. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * TRIGGER WARNING FROM HERE DOWN: * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * He starts delicately. Picks up the biggest shard, gripping it with a practiced ease, and slowly drags it down his arm. A tiny bit of blood flows, and he does it again. And again. Until he sees a tiny pair of hands on top of his, and hears Phil talking gently to him. "....Tasha, hand me the blue bag," he says. "Clint, we talked about this, remember? You're supposed to come tell me." "Sorry boss," he slurs. "Didn't want to be a burden. 'Specially since Barney-" "Damnit," Phil swore. Natasha sighed, taking the bloody arm in her hands. "Clint, this isn't a way to deal with your problems," she said gently, "How'd you know? Perfect skin," he tries to sneer, but it comes out more slurred and helpless than he wants. "Not all of it," she says, lifting her shirt to reveal her stomach, revealing several scars around her belly button. "It's amazing how far a body can go to protect itself." "Clint, we're going home and you're going to bed," Phil said firmly. "And you're going to counseling tomorrow." Clint stuck his tongue out, but handed over the keys to his car. Natasha is the one who takes them. Phil takes him to his own vehicle, digging out a first aid kit. Clint falls asleep before he finishes. * * * * The next time Clint opens his eyes, he's back in his room. He groans as everything comes crashing back down on him: The date, the drinking, the cutting.... Phil... Tasha.... Damn. He rubs his temples and fishes around for a glass of water he's sure his fiance has left. He finds that and the bottle of Advil, popping two in his mouth before gulping down the glass of water. With that momentary satisfaction, he let's himself fall back into a dreamless sleep. * * * * He's vaguely aware of two things the next time he wakes up. One, Tasha is in bed with him, and two, they're both wet. She's whimpering, and he looks down to see her sleeping form. She's the reason he's all wet, but it's not like it's the first or the last time it'll happen. He sighs, feeling his own bladder throb. Before he can take care of it though, she screams. waking herself up in the process. He sighed and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder to steady her. "M'sorry!" She chokes out, her breath hitching. He gently picks her up and takes her to the kitchen, placing her on the counter. He's not surprised to see Phil asleep on the couch. He takes out the medicine she takes when she has a panic attack, and hands her that and a glass of water. She chugs it down, and they stare at each other. Clint's doing a bit of a potty-dance, while she shifts in her soaked clothes. "Pinkie Bear?" She asks. He nods, but as he turns to leave his bladder gives in, and suddenly all that can be heard is the hissing of his piss against his clothes. Natasha quickly hops up, rushing to his side, hugging him despite his state. He blushes and closes his eyes, trying to pretend this isn't happening. And suddenly Phil is there too, and this feels like that night so long ago he was brought in... * * * "Hey kid," The agent says. Clint's trying so hard to get away, knows that any lapse in time and they'll find him, and probably kill him. Though this guy doesn't look much better than the circus freaks after him. "Listen Mister, I think you got the wrong fella," He says, a clearly country twang mixing with the words. "Nope, You're the man," He says gently. "You willing to talk?" Clint shifts nervously. He doesn't want to die, doesn't want to lose ground, but something about this guy seems to emit safety, and shelter. Something he hasn't felt in a long time. "Yeah, okay," He relents, though the nervous dancing from foot to foot doesn't stop. "You were quite a big help with that sting back there," The guy says. "Wouldn't have been able to stop those guys without your aim." "Yeah, I guess," Clint mumbles. It's then that Phil realizes the dance for what it is. "Listen, I've got a deal for you kid," He says. "You give up this hit and run business, and use that bow for something good. We can use a guy like you." "Yeah yeah, that's what they all say," Clint hisses. "Then it's either beat the kid or turn him loose to fend for himself again. Ya know, you stupid people really oughta-" Clint stops, and suddenly there's a slow patter and a shining below the kids feet. Even in the dark, Phil sees the blush on his cheeks. He knows what's happened, and he genuinely feels bad for him. He waits for Clint to finish, before he finally explains fully. "I'm with the government. We call ourselves SHIELD. We need a good marksman like you, and from the looks of things right now, we can offer you a safe cover, and protect you. You'd get a salary, three square meals a day, and your own living quarters. Access to a practice range, and more updated weapons too." "The bow stays," Clint mumbles. "And you really want some stupid baby who just pissed themselves?" "Yes, because said baby brought down an entire mafia, and the ones who are threatening you aren't going to be able to do so for much longer." Clint hesitates, before nodding. He figures it's what Barney would want him to do. * * * "So yesterday was the anniversary of your brother's death?" Natasha asked. Clint nods slowly, blowing his nose as The Little Mermaid plays in the background. "He killed himself you know," He sniffles. "I couldn't... He was all I had and then he went and did it and I..." He tries to fight the tears in his eyes but Natasha hugs him. "It's okay. You don't have to be strong," She says, handing him the bear. "I tried, you know, before you caught me." Clint looks at her through tear-blurred vision. "Some douche bag made me puke up all the pills and then sent me after someone, and then you caught me instead." Clint nodded. "M'sorry Tasha. You didn't.... You didn't deserve to see-" "Hush you idiot. It's only fair that if I share my weakness, you share yours." Clint nods, and that's how they stay. That's how he decides he made the right call that night. How he knows his brother is proud of him. Somehow he just knows. _____________________________________________________________________________ FOR THOSE WHO CHOSE TO SKIP: Clint has a really bad day that turns into a really bad night. Natasha comforts him, and then they watch the Little Mermaid.
I know I said the next one would be happier. I kind of didn't expect another emotional shit storm to hit either, so here we are. APPLICABLE WARNINGS: Glossed over purging, kidnapping, torture, threats, threats of sexual slavery, hallucinations, dub con/attempted non-con/rape, more torture..... Yeah.... :/ Idk. I just, don't even know. But I think it turned out all right. Of course, let me know what you think. ;) And as always, synopsis at the end if you choose to skip. ___________________________________________ Chapter 8: The first time she was lucky. Phil had known where they were. The worst thing that had happened was Natasha had pissed herself. No one had laid a finger on them, and they went home all sunshines and rainbows. This time she wasn't so lucky. She had gone out for a run. Not that she didn't like the treadmill or the track that SHIELD gyms offered, but she wanted to explore, and breathe something other than air conditioning. Her therapist suggested it. In between torture sessions, she reminded to tell her therapist to go fuck herself because that was the last time she was listening to the crazy bitch. She was currently having an internal melt down, and Red Room training was warring with SHIELD counseling advice and she honestly felt like her head was about to explode. Something that kept running inside was the urges to self destruct. But she had started training with Clint (Against protocol, but her whole existence was against protocol, so), and if one thing kept her going, it was his words, "Do what keeps you alive the longest." Funny, she didn't seem to see how forcing herself to purge what little was inside her stomach fit into that. Another reason to tell her therapist to fuck off. Still, it settled her enough to get her to just think clearly. And right now she had to survive. She had to, if only long enough to escape or kill the bastards, whichever came first. She didn't think about Clint. He could be looking for her, but she couldn't take that chance. She was on her own, in a strange place with strange things, and she had no idea what they wanted. Well. She got her first chance to figure that out when they dragged her, hissing and screaming, out of her cell sometime after she fell asleep. She had no idea what they were going to do to her, but it had to be better than what they did last time, which was drug her and stick her in that damn cell to panic. Strong, she reminded herself. You are strong, if nothing else. You can bend, but you won't break. She was shoved into a chair, and strapped down and left alone. That was better than it could have been. She started counting. At 7,802, someone came in. He was horrible looking, had a balding head and a glass eye. Not too far from a pirate. He had a gun, and he set it on the table between them, along with a syringe full of unknown liquid. "Natalia," He said in Russian. They didn't know she spoke English then. Good. "What do you want you imbecile," She responded back in her native language. "I'd watch my temper if I were you," He responded back sharply, but with an edge of calmness. "I don't want to have use my little friends here, but I will if I have to. Now then, I don't appreciate what your little friends did last time I captured you and the bird." So she was right before. A hand stroked her red locks. She'd be shaving her head now when this was done. "Natalia, I know you know things. Things that I myself would like to know. Wouldn't it just be simpler if you taught me and we could go, and no one would be harmed in the process?" "How do I know you'll keep your word?" She asked, her hands twisting and turning in their little binds. No good, they were secure, and she was out of practice with escaping from bondage. "How do I know you won't kill me once I give you what you want?" "Oh believe me Natalia, you are the first female that has been dragged in here in ages. I would not worry about death. Slavery.... A much more likely outcome." She shuddered. Twisted men had twisted kinks. She'd learned that the hard way too many times. Each one promised to be gentle and yet- "NATALIA!" He was inches from her face, and she could see an old scar that had faded on his neck. "Listen closely. If you want this to go easy, you will wait in your cell like the good girl you are. You will not whine, or whimper, or make a fool of yourself like you did the last time. Understood?" She nodded with a gulp. So he knew. "And you would be wise to not let it happen at all. Some men.... Well, best you not find out." She was sedated, and when she woke up, she was in that stupid fucking cell again. God. Okay, take stock, She instructed herself. No broken bones or bruises. Nothing hurt except her throat, which was to be expected. She saw food on the floor. Not a lot, but enough. She hesitated. She would need to make it last, in case this was her only meal. But she also needed to put as much in her as she could if she had to.... take care of things again. No, you are strong, she reminded herself. So she ate. Slowly. She tried not to think about it and let her mind wander back to SHIELD. She specifically thought of Maria Hill. She wondered if the woman was looking for her. What traces she would find, if any. She wondered if the woman was worried. It was about that time she realized said woman was standing in front of her. Huh. "You know you're going crazy." God, she must really be losing it to hallucinate. "I'm not real." "I know," She says softly, weakly. "I'm still glad you're here though." Maria smiled brightly, and that was that. They talked, of horrible things Natasha had endured, and how this was nothing, and how many times she had beaten Clint at arm wrestling when her cell was suddenly flooded with gas. Maria coughed, trying to reassure Natasha as she passed out. * * * When she woke up the next time, she was back in the chair. No, actually, this one was different. Metallic features with mild upholstery in the back. This could only get worse. "You lied." This time in English. Great. "You lied you little bitch you. And now you are going to get your punishment like the little SLUT you are!" Natasha whimpered. This was so bad. He growled, and forcefully attacked her lips. She knew this drill. This was one thing that she knew enough about to know not to fight. Next he wound his fingers in her hair, running his fingers gently through them. Sheesh! It was about then that he decided he should fondle (And by fondle I mean painfully squeeze) her breasts, when he backed off. "Son of a bitch," He panted, pressing a hand to his ear. "Yes I am AWARE! Stall them! I'll have to finish this myself." He backs off, going to the table. "I really hoped I wouldn't have to do this, but since Duty calls and all that..." Her mouth goes dry, and she can hear crackling above her head. She whimpers, struggling to get free when finally, the door gets forcefully shot to the ground, and suddenly all you can see and hear is light. * * * * It's not so bad here, She thinks. She watches her memories go by, in a whirl. Everything that has ever happened to her. How Clint has made her laugh, how Maria braided her hair... Her family.... And suddenly she's at the beginning, seeing her Papa for the first time.... And then the lights fade... * * * * "NATASHA!" Maria Hill screams. "Oh God oh God oh God Tasha please come back PLEASE!" "Agent Hill," It's Clint. No amount of brainwashing could erase him from her mind. "Oh God. PHIL! WE NEED A MEDIC!" She sees the woman crying over her, holding her to her chest, whispering. "I'm sorry! We should have been faster Tasha oh I love you so much please I don't care what happens just come back." * * * * "I'm here," She tries to say. Everything feels slippery, especially words. "I love you." But it won't come and all she can feel is a massive headache. Suddenly the crying woman is gone and so is Clint and Phil and she's left, drifting. ___________________________________________ Yeah I don't know where that ending came from either. So I think that, after the next update, we will, HOPEFULLY, be getting back to the happy, recovery side of things. Probably. I've been in such an angsty mood though, and plot has to come from somewhere. :P For those who chose to skip: Natasha gets kidnapped, and slightly tortured. She also has an imaginary conversation with Maria Hill, and then things get real. She is put in the same chair that they stick Bucky/The Winter Soldier in, and then she is drifting....
I honestly can't stay away from this thing. :P Still mega heavy, but less triggery. It's more backstory and healing this time. :D Still kind of dealing with the aftermath of the ending of the last chapter. So, for those who didn't (Or couldn't) read the last update, a quick synopsis: Natasha is kidnapped and interrogated before being shoved back into her cell. Then she has an imaginary conversation with Maria Hill, before being shoved into the chair they use on Bucky in Captain America 2. Then she is rescued. Now then, onto the update! :D ___________________________________________________________ Chapter 9: Clint wasn't one to typically flip his shit. In fact, before Natasha came along, he was a pretty mellow, carefree sort of guy. And then Natasha came, and suddenly his world was flipped upside down. But it was good. It made him accountable, gave him a reason to give half a shit about anything. She NEEDED him and, in a strange way, he kind of needed her. And then her fucking doctor suggested she go for a run OUTSIDE of the SHIELD base. Phil had made sure the poor thing was properly taken care of, and that they would be finding her a new shrink once they got Tasha back. IF they got Tasha back. They did end up finding her, but not before whatever the hell chair-of-doom got it's claws on her. Or rather her skull. There were burn marks on her head, parts of her curls were singed off, and she was currently unconscious in the SHIELD med-bay. She had been for going on two days. Someone was sitting there, around the clock. Well, sort of. Maria had tried, but somewhere between Natasha disappearing and someone finding her whereabouts, Maria had come to the conclusion that she kind of had an amorous thing for Natasha. This resulted in a lot of tears until Phil- God bless the man- had convinced her to stay home, and get some rest and clear her mind. So, Naturally, that left the two of them to be with Natasha. Clint usually took the night shifts, so that Phil could stay with her and get work done during the days. It was currently three in the morning, and Clint was in a bit of a coffee haze when he heard, in perfect Russian, "I know you." He looked up, and sure enough, her eyes were open, and she was staring straight at him. He could have kissed her, if not for the fact that his instincts were telling him something was very wrong. "I don't speak Russian," He responded, hoping that he hadn't botched that bit of Russian and she still knew English. "Oh," She answered, this time in English. "....What am I doing here?" "....It's complicated," He said. "What do you remember?" ".....I was trying to take down a target, but this man... he was following me. I think he wanted to kill me," She answered slowly. Okay, that he could work with. "Well, I'm here to tell you he didn't want to kill you," Clint said, standing up. Natasha flinched, and Clint knew what that meant. "Easy Red. I'm not going to hurt you." "That's what they all say," She muttered. "What makes you different?" Clint smirked, grabbing Pinkie Bear from the chair, handing it to Natasha. "Cuz I got you this. You may not remember it, but I did." Natasha stared at the toy blankly. It was too pink and fuzzy for her to ever want it. And yet.... As soon as she touched it, that say came back to her: Food, shopping, something about being eternally ageless. "Anything?" Clint asked. Her hands trembled and she nodded. "We... went to the shopping center. You bought me things and didn't ask me to get you off to thank you." "Good," Clint beamed. "Do you remember who I am?" She shook her head. "I'm sorry." "It's okay. You kind of went through hell." He shrugged. "I guess I should get Phil..." "To do what?" There was that hesitant, nervous girl he had come to love like his sister. "Relax. I'm your.... handler. He's my Fiance." "You are gay?" Clint smirked. "You could say that." Turns out that what had happened was a bit of mental recalibration. It didn't affect much, just what she had been through since she came to SHIELD. Not too bad, if he did say so. But that meant that they were back at square one. She was probably still dealing with PTSD, and all it's nasty side effects, and Fury was going to want to get his grubby hands on her and turn her into his own personal weapon. No way in HELL was Clint going to let that happen. "We need to take her home," He finally said to Phil, once Natasha was asleep. "Clint, she is home," He said, clearly not getting it. "No Phil, HOME home. Like to your old place, or somewhere we'll all fit. I don't want Fury twisting her mind," He elaborated. "Still don't trust him, do you Barton?" Phil sighed. "I trust very few people Sir," Clint said, slipping into his professional (At least, as professional as he got) mode. "You're one of them. And I trust her, but she doesn't trust herself yet. We need to give her a safe place to find herself." Phil smiled at him. "Now you're thinking like a handler. I'll talk to Agent Hill. She can probably come up with something." * * * * Turns out Maria was very good at coming up with things. She offered her own apartment to the three of them, on the premise that nothing was broken. So, the day Natasha was discharged, they took her back to their new (temporary) home. Phil was lining up shrinks to screen for Natasha, who to be honest was still very out of it. She was eating and drinking okay, but naturally her sleep habits weren't much better than before. The first night was the worst. Every few hours she would wake up screaming, dripping in sweat, the bed soaked. She sobbed as Clint tried to help her, the same fears as before emerging. It took Maria showing up to get things settled, and then there was evening hot cocoa. "Fury is really living up to his name for this one, Barton," She informed the man. "You better have a plan." "I do," He said, though it wasn't 100% complete. "Do you?" Phil asked with a deadpan. "I do! Those idiots before wanted to turn her into a civilian, at most a replacement for Phil," He growled. "I see more than that in her. So I'm gonna take care of the girl MY way. She can be a field agent. If I take my time with her like you took with me Phil." Both Phil and Maria's eyes widened. "Barton, you already had months of experience," Phil started. "She has a whole childhood behind her Phil. She's broken, just like I was. She was tired of fighting and running, just like me. I look at her and I see myself. And I see potential." Maria smiled warmly at him. "You know, I quite like it when you get all sappy Barton," She said, taking a sip of her cocoa. "I'll file the paperwork for you two to take some time off tomor- well, when I go in today. And, for the love of God, plan the wedding while you're off. Fury made a bet and I'd love to see him lose." Phil chuckled, nodding. "We really do need to get it done, Clint." "When we're good and ready," He muttered, jumping when Natasha screamed again. "Good thing the walls are sound-proofed," Maria sighed. She stood, striding off to the bedroom. "Clint?" It was Phil, his fiance, talking now. The man who knew that Hawkeye wasn't crazy when he brought the Black Widow in. The man who saw past the hurt and drama and show-boy attitude and saw potential in him. The man who taught him to write his name. "I'm proud of you." Clint beamed. For once, just once, he knew he hadn't fucked everything up. He knew that he had made the right choice, and for that, he was grateful. * * * * Turns out that, if given enough time and a therapist who DID actually care about her, Natasha was a lot better off. Which was why she was currently sparring with Clint on base, waiting for Maria and Phil to finish their meeting. "Damnit! You gotta teach me how you always do that," Clint muttered, completely pinned to the ground. "Oh, you'd like to know that, wouldn't you?" Natasha said, crawling off of him and offering her hand. Clint stuck his tongue out, grabbing it before attacking Natasha with tickles. She squealed, trying to run away before she heard someone enter the gym. The two of them looked up, seeing Maria Hill and Phil Coulson walk into the room, a file folder in their hands. "Are you sure you're ready Natasha?" Maria asked nervously, ever protective of her love bug. "Never been more sure about anything," She smirked, hugging the woman. Phil kindly averted his gaze from them, handing Clint the mission file. "How do you two feel about Budapest?" ___________________________________________________ OOOOOOO AND THE PLOT THICKENS!!! xD I always knew it would end up there at some point. And what an interesting update THAT will be. ;D I told you things would get happier. Idk when the next update will be, but just give me some time, because I PROMISE It will not disappoint. :D
FRIENDLY TRIGGER WARNING: Graphic depictions of fighting, as well as violence. Seriously, it's not pretty. I TRIED not to make it super graphic, but then again maybe I did. If it's too much, I'll put a synopsis at the end. :) And for anyone familiar with Marvel canon (Or picked up on that line about Budapest), I give you my take on what happened there. :D ______________________________________________________________________ Chapter 10: It was her first REAL mission. She was actually going out of the country, going in with Clint, and going to fight whatever evil lay beyond the scope of his rifle. She was to watch and be his back up. Funny how nothing in her life EVER goes according to plan. Well, we're getting ahead of ourselves. Back to the beginning. * * * "God I HATE early morning flights!" Clint whined, throwing his duffel bag over his shoulder. "Oh shut up. Weren't you telling me yesterday how easy this was going to be? How we could sleep the whole way there and do this with our eyes closed?" Natasha taunted, handing him a mug of coffee. "This is why we brought you in," Clint moaned, gulping at the hot liquid, only stopping to wince when he burnt his tongue. "You know, it tastes better if you don't burn your tongue," Natasha muttered, her own bag on her shoulder as they made their way to the car, and then to SHIELD. SHIELD had been a lot easier to handle since Clint had taken her home. She still didn't remember what had happened when she had been here before, but Clint did a good job catching her up. Pinkie Bear stayed though. He always did. He was tucked away inside her bag, where only Phil, Clint, and herself knew. * * * * "Clint, seriously, we NEED to pick a date," Phil grumbled as they slowly settled into their hotel room. It made Natasha laugh. The wedding was literally all planned out, EXCEPT for the actual date. She was to be Clint's best lady, and Maria the Matron of Honor for Phil. "Babes, relax, we've got bigger fish to fry than that right now," Clint whined, chucking off his boots as he flopped onto the bed. Natasha rolled her eyes. "Such a child," She muttered. "Hey! I'm TRYING to be responsible and actually focus on our mission for once!" Clint pouted. This earned him a kiss, and Natasha melting on to her bed. They were to leave at dusk to survey the area, so might as well catch up on sleep until then... * * * * "Ugh, how long does it take to have a super secret weapons and drug deal?" Clint whined. "Shut up Barton," Natasha said. "This is going to be easy." "That's what they all say. They said YOU would be easy too," He muttered. "Hey!" She growled, pinching him. "Stay focused you two," Phil warned over their comms. "Sorry boss," They both said, turning their attention back to their awaited target. Finally, the man behind the table went to open the door. "Oh fuck," Clint swore, his hands reaching for his rifle. "Clint?" "Stay down, I know these douche bags," He growled. "They're circus." Natasha simply raised an eyebrow. She knew very little about Clint, and what she did know wasn't a pretty picture. He'd joined the circus, which eventually turned into him being part of an evil freak show. An evil freakshow.... "SHIT!" He yelled, pulling Natasha close. He threw his quiver over his shoulder, loaded his bow, and shot out a grappling arrow. Natasha kept a firm grip on Clint as they swung through the air, landing in an alley as the acrobats burst through the window. "Run?" She asked. A nod was all she got before they sprinted through the night. They had no idea where to head, other than towards the lights. They didn't get far before the swordsman caught them, swinging. Natasha gulped, then took her move; she lept up onto his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his neck before using the force to both choke him and send him crashing to the ground. Clint was having little success, and Natasha used her widow bite to stun the man attacking him. "You okay?" He asked. She nodded, when suddenly a shot came out of nowhere. It managed to hit Clint, but nowhere near anything vital. "Fuck!" She swore, helping him to his feet. Someone jumped them from behind, managing to stab Clint in the ears before Natasha overtook her captor, throwing him to the ground. She attacked the man who was about to kill Clint and stabbed him. She gasped as he fell to the ground. Clint didn't waste a moment, pushing her forward into another sprint, ignoring the shooting pain in his leg. They found themselves outside of the city before long, an empty warehouse not far. They pulled themselves inside, sinking to the ground. "Let me look at you," She told him. No response. "Clint, stop trying to be heroic and just..." She stopped short, as he looked up to her, ears gushing blood. "Did you say something?" He asked. Her eyes grew as big as saucers, and she realized what must have happened. "Can you hear me saying this?" She asked. Clint tilted his head to the side. "Tasha speak up I can't.... I can't...." He paled and froze, realizing he couldn't even hear himself. "Oh Fuck what the hell happened?!" "Shhhh!" Tasha hissed, pressing a finger to her lips. She took a stick and started writing in the dirt. 'You're hearing is messed up and we're stuck until morning,' she wrote. 'Be quiet and let me look you over.' He nodded slowly, trying to gulp back the fear rising up in him. He was a sniper. He RELIED on his senses. How was he going to be able to work if he couldn't hear? What was Phil going to...? Oh God. "Comms. You got yours?" He asked. Natasha shook her head. He swallowed weakly. Well, they had no water, no first aid kit, and no way to call for help. Natasha ripped off part of her sleeve, tying it around Clint's leg to stop the bleeding. "Tasha, we need to rest." She nodded, pointing to him and then making a sleeping motion with her hands. "No way. You are NOT-" 'You're hurt. You need to rest more than me,' She wrote out. He humphed, but nodded. "Cuddle?" She nodded, curling up by his side. They'd figure things out when the sun rose. For now, the important thing was to keep them safe. If anything had stuck with her, it was to do what keeps you alive. * * * * The next morning things went from bad to worse. Not only had they both fallen asleep, they woke to the sounds of gunfire at the door. Natasha woke first, dragging her gun out of it's holster. She shoved at Clint roughly, frowning at the amount of dried blood on his skin. He opened one eye, took in her stance, and drew his own weapons. No way he could shoot his bow right now, but a gun, he could handle sitting down. A few bangs later and the door went down, and suddenly it was an all out fire fight. Natasha swore in Russian at them, shooting until she ran out. Clint covered her as she reloaded, and then she started all over. They went like that, but she had only brought two clips with her. She paled when she ran out a second time. This is it, She thought. This is how you will die. She closed her eyes as they closed in when all of a sudden.... Thwip! Bang! Everyone went down, and she saw an arrow in each victim. She looked behind her to see Clint, bloody and bruised, but bow in hand, ready to shoot whoever dared to come closer. She then looked in front of her, to see Phil, and at least a handful of other agents in front of the warehouse. She about melted into tears at the sight of them, and realized they were safe. * * * * When they reached the Heli-carrier, things went from bad to worse. In the process of extraction, the bullet wound in Clint's leg reopened, resulting in quite a bit of blood loss (And there was a lot of that to begin with). Natasha was cleared fairly quickly, and Maria was there with her the whole time. When she was discharged she ran straight to Phil. "How is he?" She asked. Phil swallowed hard. "Whatever they did to his ears, they destroyed his hearing," He choked out. "He's deaf." ________________________________________________________________ SYNOPSIS FOR THOSE WHO CHOSE TO SKIP: Clint and Natasha go on a mission to Budapest, and they find out the goons they're after are working with Clint's old circus "friends." This results in a chase through the outskirts of town and a massive confrontation. In the end though, they get rescued. But Clint.... he is deaf due to some injuries.
"Jaaaaaaaaaa-soooooooooon!!!!" Biz slurred cheerfully, draping her arms sloppily around his neck. "I'm over this place. Can we gooooooo?" Jason blushed slightly at the unexpected touch, but smiled. "Yeah, I think the others are ready to head home, too." Biz gave him an exaggerated, close-lipped grin, then turned back to the not-yet-empty drink in her hand. Looking a few feet out on the dance floor, Jason locked eyes with Barry, the other designated driver for the night, who nodded and leaned down to shout in the ear of Jaycee, who he was dancing with. Jason continued move slowly through the crowd, constantly glancing back to keep an eye on Biz, until he found the remaining two members of their party, Chelsea and April. Both girls had determined the sample of eligible men at the bar that night unsatisfactory, so they were more than willing to leave. As he pushed his way back to Biz, Jason felt a strong pulse from his bladder. Knowing it might take awhile to maneuver Biz to the car, he decided to visit the bathroom before leaving. "Hey!" he shouted over the pulsing music to the tiny brunette. "Everyone's ready to go, I'm just gonna..." "Good!" Biz interrupted, grabbing his hand. "I wanna go home. I'm bored and tired and..." Her voice trailed off into the din as she dragged Jason toward the exit, away from the restrooms. Jason grimaced slightly, but if Biz was this determined to leave, then maybe she'd be less likely to get distracted. It wasn't that long of a drive back to their off-campus apartments, anyway, and the girls lived right across the hall, so as soon as he dropped them off, he could just go at home. Biz leaned forward, as if she was using every inch of her petite body to forcefully pull Jason's 6'1" frame behind her. In reality, Jason knew she wasn't as drunk as she looked. Biz just liked to let loose when they went out, ignoring inhibitions and general, non-bar-related social constructs, no matter how much she actually drank. Tonight, she'd only had 2 or 3 beers over the course of a few hourse, which certainly rendered her an ineligible driver, but otherwise didn't impair her as much as she pretended it did. Jason followed her obediently, half-smiling at her antics. Biz always got flirtatious when she drank, and Jason couldn't help but get his hopes up. She'd broken up with her boyfriend of 2 years in the fall, and now, in their last semester at university, Jason was torn between not wanting to push her into anything too soon, yet desperately wanting to make something of his ever-growing crush. As Biz bouncily led him down the cement, poster-plastered stairs from the second floor of the bar, Jason winced, grateful to be behind her. As the designated driver, he hadn't had any alcohol, but it was warm and crowded in the bar, so he'd kept up a pretty consistent intake of ice water, all of which seemed to be collected in his bladder at once. He risked a quick grab of his crotch as Biz reached the landing and pushed open the door. On the sidewalk, Barry, April, Chelsea, and Jaycee were waiting. Barry took one look at the way Biz was clutching Jason's hand and beamed. "Hey, man, why don't you take Biz and the rest of the girls can go in my car? They, uh..." Barry trailed off, unable to think of a good excuse besides "We all want you and Biz to get together, so we're giving you some alone time." "We're just having a really in-depth conversation that we'd like to continue," Chelsea supplied, winking at Jason. "About philosophy!" April added, while jaycee grinned in hyperbolic agreement. Jason rolled his eyes, but Biz yelped in seemingly oblivious agreement. "Shotgun controls the radio!!" she cried, her voice booming in the comparatively quiet street. Biz didn't let go of Jason's hand as they walked toward the car, keeping up a giggly chatter with the other girls. On any other night, he'd be thrilled with the physical contact and prospect of an uninterrupted drive home together. Now, he just wanted to get back to the apartment as quick as possible and get to the bathroom before Biz noticed he had to pee. Barry gave Jason another dramatic wink as they reached the cars. Jason opened the passenger side door and gently ushered Biz into the seat before walking around the back of the car, pausing to squeeze his thighs together. Biz reached for the radio buttons as soon as Jason turned the key. He pulled out ahead of Barry, easing onto the main road as Biz fiddled with the stations, finally settling on the All 80s Weekend from a local station. Jason watched her out of the corner of his eye as she danced in her seat, shamelessly singing along to Duran Duran. Even in his increasingly desperate state, driving along the streetlamp-lit town roads, he was captivated by her gorgeous... BANG! Jason reflexively clutched the steering wheel with one hand, throwing the other arm out across Biz's chest. He slammed on the brakes as the car skidded sideways. He barely registered the sound of squealing tires as he managed to pull over to the side of the street and put the car in park. Several stimuli assaulted Jason's sensed at once: Cool wind blew on the side of his face, alerting him to the shattered driver's side window. His hands were shaking. Biz's high-pitched voice beside him, asking if he was OK. And a slight trickle in his lap. Shuddering, Jason pressed his legs together to stem the flow, slowed down his breathing, and turned toward Biz, gradually taking in what she was saying. "Jason! Talk to me! Are you OK?!" Gone was the semi-intoxicated co-ed of a few seconds ago; Biz was frantic, yet seemed totally sober. Jason nodded slightly, trying to reassure her as he took stock of his own injuries. "I'm fine, I'm..." "You're bleeding!" Biz interrupted, reaching toward his face. Jason mimicked her movements, gently touching the left side of his head. His fingers came away bloody. "It's fine," he repeated. "I just..." "Hey!" Barry's voice interrupted as their friends approached the smashed car. Jason could hear Chelsea talking to an emergency dispatcher on the phone, describing the scene. "Oh my God, you're bleeding!" April echoed Biz's assessment. "No, I'm fine..." Jason's heart rate rose. He was far less worried about a scratch than he was about his already-damp boxers and still-full bladder. Even if he could just get out of the car and go behind a tree or something... "Stay still!" Biz demanded as he started to reach for his seatbelt. "You could have a concussion!" "The ambulance is on its way," Chelsea called, holding her hand over the mouthpiece of her phone. "They said less than five minutes." Jason moaned softly, which Biz and April mistook for a sign of pain. "Does anything else hurt?" April asked, pressing Barry's handkerchief against the side of Jason's head. "No, I'm fine," Jason lied. In truth, his back hurt, his head throbbed, and he generally felt just like you'd think he would after being t-boned by another car. But all he cared about right now was his bladder. "Don't move," April ordered, keeping the handkerchief pressed against Jason's temple. "The ambulance will be here soon." Sure enough, they heard sirens moments later. Jason squirmed in the driver's seat, trying to convince himself that the EMTs would look him over and pronounce him good to go...literally. "Step aside, please!" A brutish, overly formal voice called. Jason looked up to see an angry-looking woman with hear hair pulled back in a sever bun. "Sir, can you tell me your name, please?" she barked, shining a flashlight in Jason's eyes. "J-jason Erickson," he stammered, blinking in the harsh beam of light. "But I'm fine, I just have to..." "Have you been drinking tonight, sir?" "No!" Jason cried. "I'm the driver, the other guy just came out of nowhere!" "We have a head laceration and potential spinal injury from direct vehicular impact..." the angry-looking EMT was apparently bored of asking questions and had started reciting notes to her partner. "I don't have a spinal injury!" Jason started to panic as the EMTs rolled a backboard toward the car. "Please, I'm fine!" He twisted his legs together frantically. "Sir, please stay still, this is standard procedure for all perpendicular vehicular collisions. You'll get some scans at the hospital." Angry EMT lectured as she strapped a c-collar around Jason's neck. His head immobilized, Jason started to panic. "Please, please just..." The EMT's hauled him carefully on to the backboard, fastening straps around his shoulders, waist, and legs. With his arms pinned to his side, Jason couldn't reach to hold himself. He clenched his pelvic muscles tightly as he was wheeled toward the ambulance. "You, miss!" Angry EMT called. "You should come with us." Jason groaned audibly as Biz climbed into the ambulance and sat next to him. "It's going to be OK," she murmured. "The others will meet us at the hospital." Jason closed his eyes tightly. His stomach hurt from holding, and he was shaking from the effort. They hadn't even bothered to put a sheet over him or anything. Angry EMT was shining a light in his eyes again as the ambulance pulled forward. "Can you tell me what year it is?" "2015..." Jason muttered. "Can I..." "Sir, I'm going to ask you again to stay still," the EMT grumbled, pulling slightly at the strap around Jason's waist. "You don't want to aggravate your injuries." "I'm not injured, I just..." The EMT furrowed her substantial brow and reached into her bag for a blood-pressure cuff. "Patient could be going into shock," she called to the driver. A thin stream of urine slipped from Jason's immobilized body. His heart rate skyrocketed as his eyes flashed over to Biz, who was watching him intently from the back of the bench. "P-please..." he begged, knowing he didn't have much longer. "Sir, I'm gonna ask you to remain calm. We're almost there. Blood pressure 110 over 76!" she called out, as if the driver needed to know Jason's vitals. The ambulance turned sharply, and Jason felt himself lose control. The small stream grew, and Jason felt the warm liquid seep into his jeans. "No, no, no," he whispered. He couldn't move his hands to cover the stain, but he started shivering from fear and humiliation. "Sir, stay calm!" The annoying EMT ordered in a not-at-all calming tone of voice. She pulled his eyes open to shine the flashlight again. Jason flinched at the bright light, losing all control. Urine gushed through his strapped legs, soaking into his jeans and pooling on the backboard beneath him. "Loss of continence," the EMT recited over Jason's broken whimpers. "Possible seizure activity." Jason heard a quiet gasp from Biz. He couldn't turn away, so he just shut his eyes as he felt the hot pee soak into the back of his shirt on the flat surface. The stain grew down his legs, and urine spilled off the side of the backboard onto the gurney. The female EMT never stopped moving, taking measurements and writing down notes as the ambulance pulled to a stop. Jason finally opened his eyes as he felt the gurney bump onto the ground and roll toward the hospital doors. "Male, 22 years old, vehicular collision," the EMT was reciting in an overly-important tone as they guided the gurney through the doors. "Head laceration, potential spinal injury, BP 110 over 76..." Still strapped down, Jason looked away from the EMT to the woman in the white coat on the other side of the gurney. She looked to be in her late 40s or early 50s, with close-cropped blonde hair and glasses. "Incontinent episode en route," the EMT's voice seemed to ring through the entire ER, and Jason's face flushed violently as they pulled him into an examination room. The attending doctor, Peggy Rodgers, had been listening to the EMT's notes, but she had also been watching Jason closely. Despite the EMT's loft claims of head trauma, spinal injury, and possible seizure activity, Peggy didn't think Jason looked concussed or otherwise un-alert. When she looked at his face, past the blood from his head wound, all she saw was fear...and shame. "OK, everyone out!" Dr. Rodgers called authoritatively. "If I'm going to assess this young man, I'm going to need space." Cutoff mid-sentence, the female EMT blinked stupidly. "But...his stats..." "Now!" Peggy shouted. The EMT's (and Biz, who had been following them helplessly) backed out of the room. Dr. Rodger's pulled the curtains over the door and smiled encouragingly at Jason. "That's better," she began, walking over to the side of the gurney. "Now, can you tell me your name?" "Jason Erickson," he whispered. "Good," Dr. Rodgers said, checking the side of his head. "And can you tell me what happened?" "W-we were driving home from the bar," Jason stammered. "I was the designated driver, it was just me and Biz in the car, she was singing, and then someone hit us..." Jason's voice hitched. "I never even saw the other car..." "OK, that's OK..." Dr. Rodgers murmured soothingly, continuing her assessment. "And did you lose consciousness at any point?" She didn't want to humiliate the boy, but she needed to know the nature of his accident. Jason blushed again. "No. I was awake the whole time." "OK, honey, so can you tell me..." Dr. Rodgers gazed meaningfully at Jason, then down at his wet pants. Tears pricked in Jason's eyes as he drew in a shaky breath. "I...I just had to pee," he breathed. He couldn't even hang his head with the c-collar on, but his whole body radiated shame. "Biz wanted to leave quickly, so we did, and then the guy hit us, and they strapped me to a board, and I..." Jason's voice trailed off as the totality of the past half hour hit him all at once: his car might be totaled, he hadn't even gotten the license plate of the guy who hit him, he was in the emergency room, and he'd peed all over himself in front of the girl he had a crush on. A single tear slid down toward his right ear. "You'll be OK, honey, it'll be fine," Dr. Rodgers patted Jason's arm. Her sons were around the same age, and she would hate to see them so vulnerable. "You won't need stitches for your head, just a few good butterfly bandages, but we are going to have to send you for an x-ray for your spine before we remove the collar." Jason sniffled, but did his best to blink the tears out of his eyes. "OK." "It's a quiet night here, so it'll be quick," Dr. Rodgers assured him. "Once we get the all-clear, I'll bring you something to change into." Jason didn't even bother acknowledging that last statement. He couldn't nod, anyway, and his throat hurt from holding back sobs. He just lay there silently, waiting for the orderly to wheel him down to the x-ray lab. Dr. Rodgers had the grace to cover him with a sheet before leaving. Thankfully, Dr. Rodgers was right, and there was no wait for the x-rays. Within 15 minutes, she was back in Jason's room, unstrapping him from the backboard after the pictures came back clear. She handed him a hospital gown and a large plastic bag for his clothes. "When you're changed, I'll come back and close up that cut on your head for you." Jason muttered his thanks as she closed the door. Gingerly, he stripped off his cold, wet clothes and underwear. There was no shower in the examination room, so he ran a paper towel under the faucet to try to wipe some of the stickiness off his legs and back. A few minutes later, Dr. Rodgers returned to apply bandages to Jason's head. She made quick work of it, then patted Jason on the shoulder. "This should close up pretty well in a few days, but no makeup or hair product for a week, OK?" Jason nodded and attempted a small smile. "Good. Now you have a group of friends in the waiting room for you. One of them asked to come in. Is that alright?" Jason nodded, and April walked through the door as Dr. Rodgers left. "Hey!" she looked relieved. "Thank God you're OK! We were all pretty freaked out when that bitch with the bun pulled out the backboard." Jason didn't answer; he was too busy staring at the pile of clothes April held in her hands. "So Biz told you what happened?" he growled, more harshly than he intended. "Wait, what?" April followed Jason's gaze. "Oh, we went back to your apartment to get you some clean clothes. Once Paramedic Bitch pulled out a backboard, we thought she might go all the way and cut off your clothes or something. Plus, there was a lot of blood, so we thought you might just want something clean to put on." She smiled and held the clothes out to Jason, but her face fell when she saw he was still scowling. "What...what would Biz have told us?" Jason blushed furiously and grabbed the clothes. "Nothing," he muttered, hastily pulling on the jeans before unwrapping the hospital gown and pulling on the shirt. "It's fine." "Jason..." April chided gently. She and Jason had been lab partners freshman year, so she'd known him longer than anyone else in the group. "I know it was a rough night, but it's all going to be OK. Your dad has great insurance for the car, and Barry got the details of the car that hit you to give to the cops. Biz isn't hurt at all, and it looks like your head's gonna be fine." Jason glared at her as he sat down to put on his shoes. "Yeah, it's all sunshine and kittens." "Hey, now," April sat on the bed next to him. "What's your deal?" Jason grunted, but didn't respond. "Seriously, Jase, what's going on? Everyone was so relieved to hear you weren't seriously hurt. What did we miss? Did you..." "I had an accident, damnit!" Jason burst out. He was angry, tired, sore, and humiliated, and he didn't know how to handle it. "Well, yeah, that's why we're here..." April replied, puzzled. Jason sighed and slumped forward, resting his head in his hands. "No...in the ambulance," he said quietly. "I...I wet my pants. And Biz was there and she saw, and..." "Oh, Jase," April put her arm around her friend's shoulders. "That sucks, dude. I'm so sorry." Jason shrugged. "I just...on top of everything else...I can't even look at her now." "She didn't say anything," April assured him. Jason looked up, disbelieving. "I swear," April continued. "We had no idea. She was so freaked out by all the shit that lady paramedic said. By the time we got here, she was a mess. She kept talking about how you 'saved' her by putting your arm out. She was convinced that was the reason you had this supposed spinal injury." Jason stared at April intently, trying to see if she was lying to make him feel better. "Really?" "I swear," April crossed her heart. "You were her hero tonight, dude." Jason smiled ever so slightly. "Even if you didn't really do anything particularly heroic," April continued, poking him in the ribs. Jason laughed, then grimaced. "Ow! That side just got his by a car. Go easy." April cringed. "Sorry." She stood up from the bed. "You ready to go home? We picked up my car from the apartment, so there's room for all of us between me and Barry." Sighing, Jason grabbed her outstretched hand and let her pull him to his feet. He still didn't relish the idea of facing Biz, but knowing she'd kept his secret made him feel a bit better. "Yeah," he replied, heading toward the door. "Let's just go home."
I had done it. After four grueling years at the minimum security prison they call high school, I was finally done. I was accepted to college, I had a full scholarship, and I even managed to snag Salutatorian. For those of you who don't know, i.e. me before I looked it up, having received a letter saying that's what I was, here it is in a nutshell. I got second place. Despite my disdain for the educational system, I still did well for myself. I never would have thought that my performance was better than ninety-nine-point-nine percent of my graduating class, but who was I to argue. It made my parents happy, and that made me happy. What didn't make me happy was when I read the rest of the letter and learned that I had to give a speech. Public speaking is the most common fear on Earth, and I'm one of the lucky girls who has it, and has it badly. I immediately called up the school and asked if someone else could do it, anyone else, but they told me they needed a written excuse, and there was no way I was going to convince my parents to give me one. So, that’s how I got stuck giving a speech at graduation. After going upstairs and making a quick pit stop in the bathroom, I sat down at my desk and began to write out my speech. This was the easy part. I’m a pretty good writer, or at least that’s what I’m told. My overconfident nature tends to get the best of me, but when I write it works out great. I’ve never in my life made a second draft, or even made a revision. I get it right the first time, and this speech was no different. Within half an hour I had written the whole thing out. I read it to my stuffed animals (don’t judge) and made sure that it was a sufficient length. When I finished, my stopwatch said 3:38. I would have to read a little faster, which I certainly would considering how nervous I would be once I actually got up to the podium. I wish I could have gotten someone else to read it for me, I really didn’t want to do it. I sighed and told myself it was my responsibility, and that this would be the last thing I ever have to do for that school before it’s all over and done with. That calmed my nerves and even made me smile. In about a week, the day had come. The graduation ceremony was at 7:00 PM, and it was going to be a hot day. I checked the temperature and groaned. I checked the dew point and groaned louder. Could this ceremony get any worse? If I knew what was going to happen I would have slapped myself for saying that, but I didn’t, so I didn’t. I got my cap and gown on, flaunting the silk robe in the mirror. I felt the first pang of needing to pee right then and there, but I had the gown and my sash saying Salutatorian on it, as well as a fancy dress underneath. That one was my mom’s idea. Considering the heat, I would have much rather gone nude under my gown. Regardless, taking everything off just for a slight urge was not worth it at the time, so I ignored my body and headed to the car. I got in the back, mom and dad were in front of me telling me what to do, what not to do, and how proud they were. Typical parent stuff, you all know the drill. My mom handed me a water bottle, telling me to hydrate so I didn’t pass out in this ridiculous heat. I drank the whole thing, as I was thirsty from both the temperature and my own nerves. When we got to the school, I found myself wanting to pee. However, it was once again only a slight nagging. It was like my brain was suggesting I go, rather than telling me to. Even if there had been a toilet nearby, which there wasn’t because we were at the football stadium and the inside section was closed, I would have waited for the same reason as earlier. Besides, having a full bladder helps you focus, and I would need that boost. Based on that train of thought, I decided to down a second bottle of water from the car. It was hot water, which almost made me spit it out. I only like to drink it cold. Still, I got it down and waved goodbye as my parents and I went our separate ways. I met up with a couple friends, talking about how we were going to miss seeing each other every day and how we needed to meet up in the summer, etc. It wasn’t long before the principal announced that the ceremony was about to begin, and that everyone needed to get to their places. I walked across the football field to my seat, which was facing the rest of the students not including the others that were giving speeches. I thanked myself for deciding to wear flats as opposed to heels, as the walk would have killed me otherwise, as I sat down. My speech was second to last, so I had a lot of waiting to do. I started tapping my feet, partly out of boredom, and partly because all that water had been fully processed by this point. I told myself to be calm and not show any signs that I needed to go. I would be on the toilet before I knew it, my worries and cares draining out of me. I giggled at the thought of peeing being poetic as the ceremony began. As the proceedings got under way, I began to get nervous about my bladder. It was quite clearly full, the dull throb from my abdomen every couple minutes eliminated any doubt of that. I was sitting with my legs crossed, fiddling with my thumbs and changing my position constantly. I prayed that those watching would chalk it up to nerves, but I could tell that a couple member of the audience were suspicious. I ignored their judging glares as I tried to focus on not having an accident at eighteen, in front of my entire graduating class no less. Oh, and my parents, and their parents, and tons of relatives. Just the thought made me cringe. Why was I in this situation? Why didn’t I listen to my bladder? I was filled with regret and a little bit of panic as I tried to appear nonchalant. That was when the first leak came. I gasped audibly, and jolted up in my seat. Almost everyone turned to look at me. My face was bright red. I sat up in my chair and tried to look like I was listening to the speaker. When I looked up at the podium, that was when it hit me. I was next! A few more minutes and I could finally go to the restroom…on the other side of campus. In the school that was probably also locked. A look of despair came over me as I realized there was almost no chance of me making it to a toilet. I’ve never been that shy about this sort of thing, and when you get this desperate your mindset starts to change. I was perfectly happy to go behind a car, in the grass, anywhere other than where I was right now! I mentally slapped myself, telling myself to get a grip. I made it to the end of the current speech without incident. It was now my turn to speak. I got up from my seat, careful not to lose it right there, and shuffled up to the podium, checking the mike. I took a deep breath, put my speech up on the wooden surface, and began to read. I was in a trance, not at all focused on what I was doing. I could only think about one thing: I want to pee. I was screaming inside my head as I continued to speak, tripping over my words and stuttering occasionally. I was sweating bullets, and the relatively short passage I had written seemed like it stretched on into eternity. I didn’t even get halfway through when it started. I stopped reading, gripping the sides of the podium so tightly I almost got splinters. It was happening, and I was helpless to stop it. My body had been through too much, and it had officially given up. I was peeing, and not just a steady trickle either. I was full-force, fire hose, audibly spraying into my panties. In seconds, they soaked through and it started going down my thighs and calves. The warm sensation was nothing compared to the hot wash of shame that came over me in that moment. My heavy stream hit the floor loudly, splattering across the stand. At that point, any one who hadn’t yet caught on was surprised to see a waterfall of golden liquid going off the sides of the podium. I finished after about a minute, but it felt like forever to me. I almost didn’t even want it to stop. At least then I wouldn’t have to face what I had just done. As I looked over the crowd, I saw many emotions being displayed. Some were clearly sympathetic, while others began laughing and ridiculing. A few of the guys even seemed turned on. I looked toward the back, and saw my parents. They had a mix of shock and confusion on their faces. This kind of thing had never happened to me before. They seemed sorry for me, like they wanted to help but didn’t know what they could do. I didn’t know either. I ran off the field, tears streaming down my face. My parents met me by the car, consoling me as we drove home and I got cleaned up. While I was in the shower, I thought about the kids who had laughed and poked fun at me, and I told myself that, hey, at least I’ll never have to see them again.
~Hey guys, this is my first story so please give feedback, be honest!~ As Stephanie Edgley sat on the thick, soft carpet, she couldn't believe a number of things. She couldn't believe that her uncle, Gordon Edgley, the famous bestselling author, had passed away last week. She couldn't believe that his enormous mansion of a house had been left to her. And she couldn't believe how badly she had to pee. She had been playing video gems for the past 3 hours, seeing as she had nothing to do, and only now did she realise how full her bladder was. Keeping an eye on the video game, she squirmed around on the carpet, reluctant to get up. She shoved a hand into her crotch, pressing hard. She played through another few levels before deciding that she couldn't hold it for much longer and would have to go to the bathroom. Pausing the game, she twisted her legs together. Slowly, shakily, she stood up, and almost immediately the urge to pee intensified. What had been a 6 on a desperation scale, 10 being where she wet herself, was now an 8, an ocean of pee begging to be let out, even just the tiniest few drops. Whimpering to herself, she stood bent over for a moment, regaining her control. That was when the knocking began. 'Probably a salesperson', she thought, 'I'll just ignore them, they'll go away soon'. She walked a few steps, hands shoved between her legs. She started to hobble more quickly: through that doorway, into that room, into the corridor, through there. After a minute or so, she was annoyed to discover that she was back in the living room, having entered through another doorway. And the knocking still hadn't stopped! In fact, it was becoming louder, really starting to get on her nerves. She sighed, deciding to see who it was. Besides, she was 12, see could hold it for another few minutes. Staggering over to the big oak door, she swung it open. The man that stood there did not look like a salesperson, not at all. She stared at him, taking in his appearance. He was tall and lanky, with greasy hair that hung over a crooked nose and bloodshot eyes, with thin lips twisted into an ugly sneer. He wore a black jacket over a blue shirt and ripped jeans. His small beady eyes seemed to be examining her too, every part of her, from the tips of her dark, glossy hair, past her big brown eyes and cute button-nose, her t-shirt and shorts, to her long, smooth swimmers legs and Nike trainers. Suddenly, without warning, he lunged towards her. He bared his bong fingers into claws, and he gave a low, menacing snarl. Frightened, Stephanie swung shut the huge doors, retreating into a nearby room, but with a crash and a huge bang, the man kicked the door down! He sauntered into the room. "Little girl", he called, "I don't want to have to hurt you, it will be better for both of us if you just leave". As Stephanie crouched under the table, her bladder gave a violent spasm and she knew she couldn't leave even if she had wanted to. She shivered, sure that she was about to be killed. The man entered the room she was in, stepping towards her. Stephanie screamed, crawled out from under the table and dodged past him. He chased after her, until she tripped over the edge of the rug. She rolled over onto her back to see him holding an enormous knife, it's blade gleaming in the afternoon sunlight. As if that wasn't enough to worry about, she suddenly lost a huge spurt, reminding her of her existing problem. She shut her tear-filled eyes, not wanting to see her death, but opened them again when she heard a howl of pain. Another man stood in the doorway, a low brimmed hat casting a deep shadow over his face, and a well tailored suit covering the rest of his body. He was pointing a gun at the intruder, as if that was the most normal thing on Earth to do. As for the intruder, however, he was sprawled on the ground, his eyes full of fear. However, that look of fear was soon gone, replaced by a look of confidence. As Stephanie watched, the man with the hat clicked his fingers, and somehow, in his palm there was a... Flame? Yes, she was sure of it, there was nothing else it could be. As she watched, he hurled it at the intruder, as one would hurl a cricket ball, and the intruder's clothes caught on fire. A burnt smell hung in the air but his flesh didn't seem to be burning. Quite to the contrary, he seemed to be absorbing the fire! Yes, the fire on his skin was growing ever smaller! Throwing his head back, he howled with laughter. "More", he rasped, "give me more". The man with the hat (hat-man) tilted his head to the side, looking puzzled. Before he could stop him, the intruder lurched towards Stephanie. Knowing that the house couldn't offer anymore shelter for her, she bolted out the door. The man chased after her, the fire having now completely gone out, followed by the hat-man. Stephanie had no idea what was happening and how the fire had appeared in that man's hand, but she did know one thing: she had to get away. And she still had to pee. She cursed, sprinting as fast as she could, silently thanking her mum for making her do cross-country classes. As she ran, Stephanie suddenly became aware that she was running full tilt on the jetty, and was about to run off the end at any moment. The sea swirled and splashed around her, worsening her desperation. She couldn't bear to look at it, the endless stretch of water reminding her of the ocean inside herself. She considered stopping, but realised she wouldn't be able to stop in time so she just ran faster than ever, off the jetty and into the sea. The cold embrace of the water seemed to be teasing her, forcing her pee out. She wouldn't give in though, she couldn't, for the men were still behind her! They were causing quite a commotion too! She cautiously turned around, just in time to see them splash into the water behind her. The look on the intruder's face was a look of pure horror, like he was face-to-face with his worst fear. And he was. To her horror, the previously blazing man now began to dissipate in the water with a blood-curdling scream of pain. His skin melted, like the Wicked Witch in the Wizard of Oz, and as Stephanie watched, his limbs broke off and began to dissolve. Soon nothing but a few bubbles remained of him. While watching, Stephanie had unconsciously weakened her hold on her bladder and was now leaking pee steadily into the water. Instead of trying to stop, though, she decided that she had had enough and couldn't hold it a second longer. Warmth flooded the water around her as she peed full force. Her stream seemed to go on forever, and it just felt so good! It was like bliss had been poured upon her, and she felt so weak with relief that she almost sank under the water. Suddenly, she felt strong arms grab her and she turned around to see that she and the hat-man were rising out of the water! The moment she was set down on land, she spun around. The hat-man's hat was now missing from the fight and what she saw without his hat on was the last thing she expected to see, although it shouldn't have come as much of a surprise to her after all she'd seen today. Instead of a proper face, the hat-man had a skeleton face. As in, no skin, no flesh, no blood, only bones! Seeing her face pale, the skeleton-face man knelt down and said in a voice as smooth as velvet "My name is Skulduggery Pleasant, I am an old friend of your uncle's." All Stephanie could think to say was: "How can you talk? Where are your vocal chords? Do you have nerves? Can you feel? How can you see and hear?" The answer that came was "magic". Back at her house, Stephanie sat in front of a blazing fire, a towel wrapped around her, with Skulduggery at her side. He had answered all of her questions and she was now strangely calm. "Can you teach me magic?" She asked. He looked away for a moment before answering "Well, not everyone can do magic, you may not be able to." "Well, but I might be able to, right?" "Maybe, it's possible." "So can you teach me?" "No." "Please?" "No." "Please? You know I'm not going to leave you alone until you agree." sigh "Fine, meet me at the jetty tomorrow morning at 10:00am sharp." "Yay!!!" Edited June 14, 2015 by Shine (see edit history)
A/N: This commission was pretty exciting to receive. For those who don't know, the girls in this story are seen in Batman: the Animated Series, as Penguin's henchgirls, around the third or fourth season, if memory serves. The person who commissioned this gave me a lot of background information for characters, that I probably won't even be able to work in all of, but it made it a lot of fun to work with. The job was supposed to be a simple one. Raven had been assured of that, had been assured that it would not take long and would not be hard on her or her companions, Jay and Lark. The three women worked as waitresses at Oswald Cobblepot's esteemed Iceberg Lounge on the surface, but on the underground, they worked as the Penguin's henchgirls. Everyone knew that both of their bosses were one and the same, but few knew that he was still in business as far as criminal dealings went. It looked to the outside world that he had gone legitimate for good. But that was not the case, and his three girls often had to run errands in his stead, as they were doing on one particular night. Their boss had recently gotten involved in some shady dealings with a weapons smuggler. His establishment was used as an in-between for a small- read: handsome- fee, and the man in question had not been keeping up with his payments as of late. And if you don't pay, you get paid a visit. That was where Raven found herself, though she was a bit reluctant to participate in this job. Not because of any inhibitions regarding the nature of the job; she had grown quite used to things like that. It was due to more of a personal matter, and that personal matter was that she really needed to pee. The problem with these sorts of jobs was, when you were on a time crunch, you could not stop for any breaks, and that sort of thing also did not come across as very intimidating. Not to mention, Lark was a loyal leader who took great care to make sure all of Penguin's jobs were taken care of swiftly and efficiently. She would most likely not be sympathetic to Raven's plight, were the girl to speak up about her problem. She would just have to hope for the best, as far as the job went. If things went quickly, which she had been promised they would, then there would be no problem. And if things didn't go quickly...well, she didn't really want to think about that outcome. It would not be the first time she had humiliated herself in such a manner, and she did not ever want to repeat that humiliation again. Really, things went perfectly, at first. The man was properly intimidated, promised to pay up fully, and even fronted half the expense, all before she could a panic-level of desperation. All seemed to be going well, but that should have been a sign. She didn't realize that things were going too perfectly, and that a complication was inevitable. Unfortunately, they received the most complicated complication, in the form of a surprise ambush by the Batman. They had wondered a few times if he was starting to catch on to Penguin's latest schemes, but had not been aware that he had already found them out. And Raven knew that if they could fight him- which was a very big if to start with- it would take a long time, and that was time that she did not have. Lark did not seem to share Raven's fears, however, and said, “Come on, girls, let's take this pesky bat down!” Jay shot her a sympathetic look and she wondered if she knew of her dilemma. She could not wonder for long, however, as they jumped into the fight. It was incredibly difficult to engage in conflict with her bladder as full as it was, and she was ashamed that she was the first one brought down. Tied up, she could only watch as her cohorts unsuccessfully battled Batman. Jay was the second one out, and though Lark put up a good fight, she was taken down around the time the police made it onto the scene. Now, there was even less a chance of escape, and that thought terrified Raven. The last time she had been this desperate, her life had been very different. She had been a part of a family rather high up in society, and they had been at some important social gathering or another. She had tried several times to excuse herself and been denied, and eventually she had not been able to hold it anymore. Her parents had been so ashamed that they had disowned her completely, and after a stock failure, they had left Gotham completely. She did not want to do something like that again and risk humiliating her new boss. She had finally found another home, and if she lost it over something like this, she did not know what she would do. But even as she squirmed in her bindings and tried to hold back, she knew that her bladder could not take much more, and she was in no position to ask for a break. It would be seen as an escape attempt, and denied immediately. She recognized one of the officers almost immediately. Officer Park had been sent by Gordon to assist Batman more and more frequently, and Lark had warned the girls to be on the lookout for him. The two men began talking amongst themselves, completely oblivious to the now-whimpering girl. She was glad, at least, that there was no focus on her and she could wriggle about however she pleased, but that wouldn't do her much good once she was wet. Which would happen in a few minutes or less, she could tell. She had begun letting out a few periodic leaks, and nothing she did could stop them. Without her hands free, all she could do was rub her thighs together, and this had stopped having any effect whatsoever. She was sure that she had a bit of a visible wet spot on her costume by now, and there was nothing she could do to conceal it. She was completely and totally helpless. It was as she thought this that her bladder gave up on holding back, and she felt a heat spreading between her legs. She was wetting herself, fully and completely. A puddle formed under her, spreading out as she emptied. For a few seconds, she could almost lose herself in the bliss of the relief, but she could not forget the humiliation she had faced the last time this had happened and the humiliation she would surely face the second go around. It was quite some time before her bladder had emptied completely and she sat, tied up and helpless, in a self-made puddle. It didn't look like anyone had noticed just yet, but that did not matter. The evidence of what she had done was all over her; it would not be long before someone figured out what had happened to her, and then everyone would know. As she predicted, eventually a young police officer with brown hair looked over at her, an expression of shock and confusion on his face. Tentatively, he approached her and asked, “Are you okay?” “Does it look like I'm okay?” she snapped through her tears. “Is there some way I can help?” he asked, not at all put off by her attitude. “Not unless you can turn back time,” she replied. “Besides, why would you want to help me, anyway?” “Because no one deserves something like...well, that. I don't care what you were doing or who you're working for, I think getting arrested is punishment enough for that. So, I was thinking I could help you cover this up,” he said, offering her a warm smile. She was surprised that he seemed entirely sincere about this. “What's your name?” was all she could think to say. “Kevin Fitzpatrick...ah, Officer Fitzpatrick,” he corrected. He helped stand her up and walked her a bit away from her puddle. He then took off his jacket, tying it around her waist in such a way that it covered most of the dark spot. “Here, it's not much, but it'll do for now. I'll try and keep your friends from finding out about is as best as I can, okay?” She didn't know how he would do something like that, but there was something about him that made her want to believe him. She smiled for what felt like the first time all day and said, “Thank you.” A/N: Thanks again for all the background information on characters! Sorry I couldn't use everything, but tried to show as much as I could with this story.
Ben The sky stretched and pulled at itself and then came apart and tore like spiderweb. I ran through the dark woods, dodging trees that reached out with sylvan fingers and leaping fallen logs, headless of unknown perils beyond. I dared not look back at the sky for through it, I knew, would descend pursuing demons, demons longing for my soul. Pure fear and deepest terror filled me. My heart raced. My legs ached. My bladder throbbed. I could sense the demons gaining on me, effortlessly, their feet not touching the ground. My feet landed awkwardly and I fell onto the mossy earth face first. I pulled myself back to my feet and froze at the look of the demon waiting for me. I tried to scream but no sound came. I could feel myself wetting my pants as the demon stepped silently forward. I woke up with a pounding heart in the most peaceful place I could have imagined. The quaint village of Puddling, in a little bed and breakfast on the edge of town. Nothing at all like the hell I dreamed up. Light shone warmly through the generous windows bathing the room in dawn’s early brightness. The room certainly wasn’t decorated to my taste, all pink cushions and delicate woodwork and patterned china. I like more modern clean lines and simple utilitarian furniture, something Swedish. I rolled onto my side and felt the sheets and my boxers stick wetly to me as I did. Did I really sweat that much from the nightmare? Oh God… I’m a lot wetter than just sweat I realised in a combination of horror and excitement. I’ve gone and wet someone else’s bed… I’m instantly hard, the fear of the nightmare receding into memory. I’ve never had an actual accident while I’ve been asleep before. It’s thrilling. I’m going to have to tell Miriam about it. Confess to her that I’ve wet her bed. Miriam is a really rather good looking woman. In her late 40s probably, so a bit old for me, but she still has a lovely curvy figure and blond curls that she probably spends a fortune maintaining. Obviously I’ll pay for a new mattress. It would be a worthwhile trade for this experience. Maybe Jenna will find out? Jenna is the other guest staying at the bed and breakfast this weekend, pretty in a sharp nosed sort of angular way. We stayed up quite late last night after Miriam went to bed talking and drinking brandy. I really like Jenna, she’s full of fascinating insights and we actually live only about fifteen minutes drive from each other, so I’m thinking I might try and ask her out on a date next weekend. I don’t really want Jenna to find out about this, it would put her off. Pants-wetting puts most women off in my experience. I’ll ask Miriam not to mention it to her. As much as I’d like to stay in bed and enjoy my accident to the fullest I’d also like to get to the shared shower before Jenna wakes up, so I slip out of bed, grab a towel, and rush into the bathroom. In the shower, underneath the warm water, I find myself hard again, thinking about how I’m going to have to tell Miriam that I wet myself. And thinking about Jenna wetting herself. Because the one thing I’ve most wanted to see in the world is a beautiful women like her have an accident. I orgasm quickly. Jenna I shifted my legs in discomfort beneath the polished oak conference table. It is one of those overly large things that companies that want to pretend that they are more profitable and important than they really are like to buy to impress clients. I really wanted to cross my legs but my skirt is just too tight for that to be physically possible. That doesn’t make any sense. Maybe the dry cleaners have managed to shrink it on me or something. I know I won’t say anything about it. And finding another dry cleaner would probably be too much effort since my current one is only two doors down from the office. I’ll just have to put up with them occasionally fucking up my clothes. The invited speaker is pointing to some sort of graph up on the smart-board at the front of the room, I really should try and concentrate on what he is saying. Or at the very least look like I'm concentrating. I like to sit at the front of my chair and lean back because it’s better for your spine and my Mum’s back is all messed up from too much sitting at desks. My boss absolutely hates that. It sends a message that I’m lazy but the company HR manual literally tells us to sit that way. I’m sure no one else has ever read the manual but me. Actually I only read it because I actually am a little bit lazy and one day I didn’t feel like working but didn’t want to get busted on Facebook or something. So maybe I sit like that out of spite or something, on a subconscious level, but if anyone asks it’s because I don’t want to end up like Mum. It would be easier to concentrate if I wasn’t so absolutely busting to go to the toilet, but then there wasn’t a whole lot I could do about that. My boss is one of those gruff middle-aged men with an overextended mortgage and a nagging wife and he wouldn’t take me just getting up and walking out of such an important meeting well. There would be consequences. Jefferson account consequences. So I just have to grit my teeth and hold it. I am pretty good at that. I hated using the toilets at school growing up because they were always filthy, kids are fucking gross. So I got really good at hanging on. That’s probably why I’m kind of in to pee holding. Like on a sexual level. I think about what would happen if I just let go and pissed myself here at the table. People would totally lose their shit. But it would be way, way, too embarrassing. I would never actually do it. I’ve never wet my pants. I’ve thought about it sure, but I don’t really like embarrassment one bit so I’ve never done it and probably never will. The graph that the guest speaker is wildly gesticulating at seemed to have something to do with losses in corn yield due to weasel infestation. That is fairly strange, presumably one of those unrelated example type situations that actually really does apply to your own situation and by looking at it you learn that there is more to things than just the hyper specific things you spend your life looking at. Or something. Guest speakers are time wasting bullshit really. I really need to be paying attention. Which I can’t. Because I’m seriously about to flood the conference room. The man speaking seems to have started speaking in some sort of foreign language. German maybe? I don’t know any languages other than English. I sucked at language class at school. Really sucked, I just can’t think in other languages. I certainly didn’t know why a presentation at my company would be given in a language no one working there speaks. Unless they actually do all speak German because looking around the table everyone seems rapt with the speaker. What the total fuck? Is this some sort of candid camera type situation? At least they aren’t paying attention to me. Keeping the fact I’m busting over here secret is taking effort and I just can’t seem to keep my legs still any more. If I try I’m going to wet myself for sure. I’m just going to have to just get up and leave. Consequences be damned. If I wait any longer I’m going to have an accident. Having made up my mind I managed to half stand up when it happens. I leak. Only a little, but it shocks me. Remember I haven’t wet my pants since I was tiny. So I sit back down, paralysed with indecision. No one is paying any attention to me but I feel trapped. For some reason I feel sure that if I try to stand up again I will just start peeing myself right now. But I also know that I can’t possibly hang on until the end of the meeting. And even if I do, what would I do at that point? Another leak trickles out of me. I can feel it on the backs of my thighs. Now I really can’t get up. Surely my skirt will show an obvious wet patch on the bum. Fuck. Well… You always wanted this right? Now you get it. Eyes suddenly full of tears I stare fixedly at the speaker and let the words I can’t understand wash over me. Bit by bit I wet myself. Soaking my undies. My skirt. I can hear it running off the chair and dripping onto the carpet. But still no one looks at me. I’m dying of embarrassment. How could this happen to me? How could I let this happen? What the fuck is wrong with me? Then out of nowhere my boss calls out. In English. “Jenna? Can you go down the front and offer our reply to the proposal?” My heart literally fucking explodes. I knew instantly that I’d wet the bed. I could just tell that that was what that dream was about. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Of all the nights to wet the fucking bed for the first time in twenty fucking years it has to be the night I’m staying in a fucking B&B. Fuckety fuck. There isn’t any way to cover this up, to fix it. I’m completely soaked. God… I’m going to have to tell Miriam… What if she yells at me? I can hear water running behind the far wall. That hot guy from last night, Ben, must be taking a shower. I wouldn’t mind taking a shower with him… But I’m not insanely forward like that. I imagine how he would freak the fuck out when the plain, boring girl staying in the other room walks in on him having a shower and asks to share. The plain, boring girl in the pissy pajamas walks in on him having a shower. Yeah that's not going to go over well. But I fantasise that it would. That he would be totally into me wetting the bed. That he wets the bed himself… I slip my hand down my bottoms and rub my fingers along my folds. I can’t get up yet anyway. And it would be a shame to waste an actual accident. Those are so very, very rare.
Luke I have a terrible habit of talking for too long. Once I really get started I just can’t seem to wrap things up. I could see Claire Hastings shifting around in discomfort in the second pew next to her husband Gary. Once people start to shift about you know they are losing focus and you are really only talking to yourself anyway. Additionally I was feeling a sudden and rather urgent need to use the bathroom. The church bathrooms were unusable yet again, the water was out, our pipes are just barely holding together these days. Apparently they need to be entirely replaced as soon as we can come up with the funds. This meant I’d have to wait until I’d locked the church up after the service and walked home. In my youth I wouldn’t have given that a second thought, but soon after I moved to Puddling two years ago I started having some troubles with my own plumbing. Prostate issues. Doctor Doyle has run all the tests and he says that it isn’t anything that serious but I’m only forty-four, which I always thought was a bit young to have started having embarrassing bladder mishaps. Usually it is only a small leak or two, though I’m abashed to admit that on rather a few occasions I’ve needed to change my trousers. Just last month I was pottering around in my vegetable patch, I grow some absolutely excellent tomatoes, when I began to need to urinate. I thought I could put it off until I had finished trimming the entire row. But when I stood up straight to go inside I suddenly realised just how badly I needed the toilet. I hurried as much as I could, but unfortunately I ended up completely soaking myself on the dining room floor. So I’m starting to take signals from my bladder very seriously now. I wrapped up my sermon, which had probably gone overlong anyway and went through the final messages as quickly as was fair and reasonable. After I had reminded people to pray for the swift recovery of Mrs Flintish and to remember to bring in tins for the donation drive I apologised for St John’s once again lacking usable facilities. I noticed Claire’s face brief look of dismay at that final notice. She must have needed the loo as well. Though I doubt she needed it as much as I did. I began to pack up as the final stragglers made their way out of the church and into the courtyard. I knew some of them would be gossiping amongst themselves but was cautiously optimistic that no one would hold me up for too long. Normally I love to chat with my parishioners and talk about their concerns, most of them anyway, but today felt like it was going to be extremely touch and go. I had an emergency in mind in case I needed to beg off any conversations. The problem with the waterworks. It was ironic, I know. The church crowd, such that one or two dozen people constitutes a crowd, actually broke up uncharacteristically quickly. By the time I had turned off the lights and made my way outside the only person in sight was Miriam. Perhaps they were all running home to their bathrooms as well. I certainly wouldn’t have blamed them. “Vicar!” Miriam beamed. Her smile was the kind of smile that couldn’t help but to warm your heart. “Good morning Miriam.” I struggled to both keep my voice level and my bladder under control. “I’m so sorry but I have to hurry home at the moment. The waterworks are are rather pressing issue.” Her smile slipped for a beat. I realised that that sounded like a terribly insincere reason to rush off on her. Surely they could wait five minutes. Well the church waterworks could, but mine very possibly couldn’t. “Would you be able to walk with me to my door?” I offered, “or we could make an appointment?” “To your door would be just fine Vicar.” Her smile was back, I felt a small thrill at pleasing her. “I just wanted to ask you a few questions about the fete.” The church fete was still a month away but I realised I’d intended to remind everyone about it after the service and had forgotten in my desperation. Hopefully we would raise enough money to finally fix the plumbing once and for all. I love talking with Miriam, she can always brighten my day, but now I just wanted her to suddenly remember something urgent she had to do so I could hobble home in peace and relieve my bursting bladder before I relieved it in my trousers. It would have all been alright if as soon as we arrived at my gate we had wrapped up our conversation and Miriam had continued on to her house. I may still have had an accident before reaching my bathroom, very probably would have in all fairness, but that would have been preferable by far to what actually happened. Every time I tried to break off our conversation she just kept smiling and talking. “I’m terribly sorry Miriam, but I just have to…” was met with a discourse about cake. “Perhaps we could pick this up again in a…” was followed by a recollection of last year’s lucky dip. And eventually the inevitable happened. My awareness shifted. I could feel the spreading warmth of each individual stream as they raced their way down my legs to pool inside my polished leather shoes. I could hear an impossibly loud hiss as my urine streamed at full force into my trousers, all control lost in an instant. I could see the crotch of my black trousers shine with wetness as I looked down in horror. My awareness shifted back. I don’t know how much time had passed. Seconds probably. I was still urinating, though I couldn’t hear it any longer, perhaps I never could. Miriam was still smiling her usual smile and talking, though I’d lost track of her current topic. Was it too much to hope that I’d wet myself right in front of her and she hadn’t noticed? “Well I better leave you to it Vicar.” She radiated warmth, “We’ll talk again soon.” I’m sure I mumbled some sort of goodbye before rushing inside to clean myself up. Edited June 29, 2015 by Kirito Fixed post formatting (see edit history)
Claire Gary knows I’m dying for a wee. I can tell from the stiffening of his posture. I’m moving around too much and embarrassing him. Well I’d like to sit still, I really would. But I can’t. Because I would wet my knickers. And I’d tell him all this except we have to be quiet and listen to the vicar. I haven’t been concentrating on him for at least half an hour. Luke is a good man and a good vicar, but he does tend to drone on a bit at Sunday services. Discursive, my mother would have said. To be entirely honest I’ve usually tuned out by now even when I don’t need a wee. Usually I’m one of those people who always has a wee before leaving the house, and if I had done so this morning I wouldn’t be busting right now. But my daughter Zoe was using the bathroom this morning to get ready for work, she’s doing a few shifts at the petrol station for Beth Sanders while she works out what to do with life after school. I didn’t feel like having another fight with her about sharing our limited facilities, and figured I could just pop into the church loo before the service. Except the water is off again. Because of course it is. So instead I’m stuck here breaking my neck. Gary is going to be pissed off at me about this later. It won’t do me much good to explain why I couldn’t use a loo earlier. He expects me to be able to just hold on forever, like he can, even though he has certainly had abundant experience over the years that I really can’t hold on forever. I try not to think about what would happen if I just lost control right here. The familiar warmth flooding my knickers, a steady drip onto the floor. Probably it would flow along the pew and get Gary’s pants wet as well. That would go over just fantastically well. Luckily, before I really realised what happened, the Vicar is telling us all to have a good week. That seemed to wrap up uncommonly quickly. Now all I have to do is make it home without making a puddle on the footpath. It will be touch and go, but at least if the worst happens it won’t be in front of anyone except Gary. Which will be embarrassing, but it’s not like it will be anything new. I almost started weeing when I stood up. Have you ever noticed standing up makes you need to wee more than when you were sitting? Maybe it’s just me. But I clench my muscles as tight as possible and stay dry. Outside I tell Gary that I might take the river path back home but that he should walk along the road. The river path takes a bit longer but it’s more private. He opens his mouth to question me, but then Beth walks over to us and suggests we walk home together. Before I can think of a way to get out of this arrangement, because there probably wasn’t one, Gary tells her that I was going to walk along the river path but he’d love to walk her home. This might look like Gary was trying to get some time with Beth without me. But it isn’t. He doesn’t particularly like her, he just knows from my body language that I might have an accident and doesn’t want me to embarrass him in front of Beth. I’m still grateful. I don’t want to give her time to suggest we all take the river path so I smile, wish her a great day, and march off as quickly as I can. I had a vague idea in mind that it might be possible to squat down somewhere along the river path and have a quiet wee behind a bush. Unfortunately at this time of the year Puddling tends to attract a few tourists and apparently they were all taking a stroll along the river path at this exact moment in time. I saw one charming young couple that rather reminded me of Gary and myself twenty years ago chatting amiably and carrying a wicker picnic basket. I’d have appreciated their happiness more with an empty bladder. It was almost a surprise when I reached my front gate without having let myself down. But getting the damned front door key to turn in the lock proved a struggle. Gary has been saying for years that he is going to fix it. By the time I wrestled the door open I was dribbling into my knickers. Have you ever noticed how that happens? It’s like your bladder know it’s about to be relieved and just jumps in a little bit early. I was still hopeful that I could get away with something less than an actual complete pants wetting. But it just wasn’t to be. I made it as far as the bathroom. The loo was literally just a few feet away. But my poor bladder let me down. There was no point trying to hoist up skirts or tear off tights, it was like a flash flood, pouring out of me scalding hot. After I was finished, and my puddle was running itself away, partly, down the bathroom drain, I quickly stripped off my clothes and threw them in the washer. It would be impossible to keep this from Gary, he knew I was busting and would realise that the only reason I’d wash the clothes I was wearing was if I’d wet them. I jumped in the shower and washed away my frustration. I wish, just once, that Gary would wet himself so that he would understand how it feels. But I doubt that is ever going to happen.
A/N: This idea was presented to me by a friend as a potential half of a trade. It was not the one I wrote for their trade, but I loved the idea so much that I decided to write it anyway. Dick Grayson was close to fed up with his latest “adventure”, if you could even call it that. He was also beginning to regret choosing to chase down Jervis Tetch, better known as the Mad Hatter, on his own, without alerting any of the others to what he was doing. He could really use Barbara's help figuring this damn maze out. And what was up with the maze, anyway? First of all, it seemed like something more the Riddler's style, and second of all, he had no recollection of how he had ended up in it in the first place. Had he been knocked out somehow and dragged here? All details of the fight upon arrival were fuzzy, and now he was stuck here, trying to find his way through this stupid maze. Oh, and he really had to pee. That was part of the job, of course. Ignoring your body's needs when the mission called for it, enduring anything, no matter what, in order to bring the bad guy down. But that was easier said than done, especially when the growing pressure in his bladder was getting to be pretty bad, and it would do him no good to drop his guard long enough to piss against one of the maze walls. And he didn't even know what would happen once he had completed the damn thing, either. Anything could be waiting for him in the middle of the maze, but try as he might, he could not think of another way out of this. He hated to admit it, but he would even accept- and probably desperately needed- Bruce's help. But even if he was willing to swallow his pride and ask, that was impossible. He had lost all contact with the outside world, seeing as all of his communication devices had stopped working inside the maze. There must have been some sort of signal jammer or something; no matter what it was, he was in this alone. ~X~ What Dick didn't realize was that he wasn't in a maze at all. He had been taken down by one of the Mad Hatter's thugs while investigating, and was currently in a very vivid dream sequence that he had been put under to keep him at bay until the villain was ready to deal with him. None of it was real, accept for the most problematic portion. He really did have to piss, but with his body completely unconscious, there was no chance of him getting to a bathroom or avoiding humiliation at all, unless someone came along to wake him up. For the time being, he was trapped. ~X~ “There is no way I ended up back the way I came,” Dick said aloud, in complete and utter disbelief. He had followed the trick of keeping your hand on a wall to avoid getting turned out, and yet he seemed to have gotten turned around anyway! This was getting increasingly more frustrating, which was not at all helped by his rapidly swelling bladder. He again had to wonder how he had even ended up in such a maze, but like all the times before, he could not quite remember what had happened before he had woken up here. It did not help his concentration to have a throb from his bladder every few moments. He squirmed in place as he stopped to contemplate his position. No matter how hard he thought on it, he could not think of anything that could get him out of this mess. None of his weapons could damage the walls at all, he had no way of contacting anyone on the outside, and he had no idea if or when he could be attacked in here. He could be trapped forever at this rate, and he was starting to think that there was a chance of him wetting himself. As if to punctuate that thought, his bladder gave an incredibly painful spasm that left him doubled over. He increased the speed of his squirming as he tried to calm down and think through the situation again, but there was nothing left to think through. He was stuck, and he was most definitely screwed. There was nothing he could really do but try again to follow along the wall. His walking was much slower this time, and he stayed a bit hunched over, stopping every now and then to bounce up and down. He hoped that no one could see his behavior, as it was all so damn humiliating. To think, he had been pushed to his limits so easily! He would never live this one down if anyone found out. The first leak that dribbled out nearly sent him into a panic, thinking that he had already begun to wet himself. He grabbed at his crotch quickly to stop it from getting worse. He bit his lip, looking around as if he expected someone to jump out and attack at his weakest moment. And though that would have made a lot of sense, he still appeared to be completely alone in here. It really did seem like he would be safe to take care of his problem, and he decided that that was a risk he was more than willing to take. He was too damn close to his limit, and he was not going to take that any further. He fumbled with his costume, wishing that he had an easier way out of it than this. He had it down to his midsection when a longer, harsher jet of piss escaped, forcing him to grab himself again. There was no way he could remove his hand, but there was no way out of his costume without both hands, and that meant there was no way out of his costume without soaking himself in the meantime. Dick was trapped in another way this time, and he was well aware that there was no way out for him. He could do nothing but resign himself to his fate, dropping his hands and letting his head fall back as he let go. A strong, hot torrent of piss gushed out of him, soaking through his outfit and hitting the ground with a loud hiss. He groaned, falling to his knees as he wet himself, unable to really care that it was happening. He was sure that he would feel humiliated later, but for now, all he cared about was the sheer relief of it all. Perhaps he would find a way to keep anyone from finding out after he was done. ~X~ As his bladder finished emptying in his dream, it also finished emptying in reality. As he lay there, still thoroughly knocked out, he had begun to piss himself, not slowing down until he lay in his own puddle. None of his captors had seen this humiliation, but that was not necessarily a good thing. They were not present because they were busy fighting someone who had broken in. Barbara Gordon had arrived. She had been trailing the Mad Hatter as well, and had found out that he had Dick in captivity. She fought her way to him, not letting anyone slow her down until she found him. She noticed straight away what had happened to him and felt a pang of sympathy for the young man. His pride would be crushed when he woke up, but she could not let him sleep forever. She set to the task of getting him out of the dream world. ~X~ Dick's wanderings still got him nowhere, and now he had the added discomfort of being stuck in his soaking wet costume. Each step caused it to rub against him in some new, terrible way and he hoped that it would dry soon enough. And then he was somewhere else completely, staring up at Batgirl. “Dick?” she asked, and he sat up, looking around and trying to reorient himself. “Are you okay?” “I think so, I just don't know...” But it all came back to him then, the scuffle he had evidently lost. He realized that everything he had experienced in the maze had just been a dream created by Tetch, and that none of it was real. Except...he still felt wet. He groaned, knowing full well that the part where he had wet himself had been real. And judging by the sympathetic look on Barbara's face, he could tell that she had already noticed. He groaned again. “Hey, it's alright,” she said. “Yeah, but it isn't,” he replied. “I'm a superhero and I pissed myself. That's not supposed to happen, right? I'm pathetic, Barbara.” “No you aren't!” she protested. “You were out cold, there was no way you could have prevented that. You may be a super hero, but you're still human, and it had to come out eventually. You aren't pathetic for something like that.” He opened his mouth to argue, but he couldn't. She did have a point, and he really couldn't have prevented it. Even if he hadn't wet himself in the dream, he couldn't have known that peeing in the dream would equal peeing in real life when he hadn't been aware of the dream in the first place. “I guess...” he finally said. “Just...promise you won't tell anyone?”“Maybe,” she said, winking. “You might have to make it worth my while, though!” “Oh, I'm sure I can,” he said, taking her hand as they made their getaway. A/N: How can I help shipping them? Animated series canon, so she isn't Oracle yet. I would have had her be Oracle, but there wasn't really a way to make that work with the story.
Notes: My first attempt at writing omorashi without any female peeing. It was going to be a very brief scene based on 2 prompts at OTPeePrompts, but it got out of hand and I ended up making junk up as I went along. It's now a long and comical story. Bryce arrived home on a snowy January evening. His time away on business hadn't exactly been torture, but it had been 10 days in unfamiliar places surrounded by people he could hardly relate to at all. He was glad to be home. Bryce was a ginger-haired young man who looked younger than he was. He had greyish blue eyes, prominent cheekbones, a pointed chin, and a wiry body. He still found himself mistaken for a teenager sometimes despite being closer to his 30s than his teens. He'd grown a beard and mustache so people would take him seriously, but his wife thought it looked incongruous with his boyish features so now he was smooth-faced once more. He was wearing a charcoal suit he was very tired of wearing. His wife Marie greeted him at the door, practically ambushing him with a barrage of hugs and kisses. The honeymoon was long over and they'd settled into a tepid routine, but the couple still loved each other dearly. Time apart made them realize this all the more. Marie was a small and trim woman, Lebanese in parentage but born and brought up in an insipidly American suburbia not unlike her present residence. She had dreamy dark eyes, kissable plump lips, and sleek black hair that went down to the bottom of her shoulder blades. The captivating features of her visage would usually divert most attention away from her body, but not tonight. She was dressed in an amazing surprise for her long-absent lover. It was a bright red bodycon dress with a flowery lace pattern. It opened in the back and barely let her legs begin before it stopped. Much more skin showed through the lace. She had never found an outfit that accentuated her form as well as this. Her body wasn't stellar. Her legs could have been longer and her bust could have been larger, but everything between her knees and waistline was the stuff of exquisite sculptures. This dress managed to show that off perfectly while still looking sophisticated. The it was complimented by black high heel pumps. She hated wearing them, but she knew how much Bryce loved her in heels. They also went a little way toward closing the gap between her height and his. Marie had her own blossoming career and her own share of stress to put up with. Her work week started again tomorrow bright and early, but she had sacrificed her day of relaxing. She worked hard to give her husband the hero's welcome. The house was spotless, there was a home cooked meal waiting for him, and here she was looking her best. Her man was going to be pleased. And he was. The 2 passionately kissed, talked over the delicious dinner, talked for an hour more, and relaxed in the comfortable and familiar bed that he had missed during his time away. She was also pleased to be in bed, but soon found their eagerness to get to the bedroom early was for 2 different reasons. Marie removed her shoes in the most feminine leg-accentuating way she could pull off, then seductively slipped off her dress and peeled off her backless bra. Bryce had complimented her outfit, but he didn't have anything to say about her underwear when she liberated it from its brilliant red coverings. It was a pair of thong-panties; tasteful, but with its share of lace. She was almost as proud of this find as the dress, and her body was just the right thing to fill it thanks to a combination of good genes, healthy diet, and painstaking waxing. The brilliant white fabric pleasantly contrasted her skin like whipped cream on caffè latte. Bryce didn't give this delectable sight so much as a long glance. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Marie said in a sweet and pleasant tone, trying not to sound scolding, after Bryce had turned out the last light and burrowed under the heavy covers without a word. "I'm sorry," he said. He turned the lamp on, looked deep into his wife's eyes, and pecked her once on the lips. "Good night," he said, then turned the lamp back off. Marie's face involuntarily became like that of a pouting child. "The night is young," she began, "and we've been apart for ages and ages. There's plenty of time to make up for lost time." "I think the day is done for me," Bryce said as he buried his head in the pillow. "Do I have to spell it out for you? It goes 'S,' then 'E,' and ends with an 'X.'" "Not tonight. I'm worn out." Marie's voice got a little less sweet and playful. More insistent. "I was worn out from the day's work too, but seeing you for the first time in so long gave me a shot of energy. I'm so enthused right now it almost hurts. I could give you the greatest lay, make a batch of cookies from scratch, then give you another great lay." Bryce's head abruptly left the pillow. "Do you really feel like baking cookies? I can stay awake a bit." Marie stopped even trying to sound sweet or polite. "Don't you know how insulting it is to suggest you'd rather eat cookies than have sex with me?" "But I thought I was complimenting your baking," asked the bemused Bryce "Is it because I'm not fresh enough?" Marie asked while she was sniffing a few parts of her body. "I took a shower noonish, but I didn't know I'd work up such a sweat, and..." "It's not that. I'd enjoy making love any other time. I appreciate how arousing you are right now. But I'm just too tired to enjoy you like that tonight." "I'll wash up. When I'm all..." "You're not listening!" Now the husband and wife were equally annoyed. "Okay, think of this. Suppose you offered me a plate of cookies when I was sick to my stomach. Just because I couldn't eat them wouldn't mean I didn't think they were delicious. That's how I feel..." "Cookies again!" "What? You make the best cookies. I haven't had any since the Christmas party." "You haven't had any of me in 11 days. It pains me to hear that you don't miss that. Pains and confuses. Your parts should be itching for me. Overflowing. Dying do be put to use." "If I'm dying to do anything it's go to sleep. How about this. If I wake up in a couple hours and feel rested, we'll make love. All right?" "All right," she replied with an exaggerated pout. "I think I'll take a shower anyway. A cold one." They kissed again, but to her it felt like a consolation prize. She walked off to the shower. He wanted to ask her to wait until he'd used the toilet, but decided that was a rude thing to ask of a loving wife who felt she had already put up with too much tonight. Marie was still in the shower when Bryce fell asleep. She still hadn't dressed when he woke up 4 hours later. It was chilly for her, even under the covers, but she was soaking up her husband's body heat as best she could. She could feel almost any muscle movement, wrapped around him like she was. She also couldn't sleep. Naturally, she noticed his restored consciousness instantly. "Good morning, honey. It's 2:20 A.M. Feeling rested, refreshed, and ready?" She answered her own question as she gently touched the tall spire sticking up from Bryce's pyjama bottom to feel the rock-hard flesh beneath. "You seem pretty ready." Bryce's body stirred to life. He returned Marie's cuddles, taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of the smooth skin of her back. "I hate to disappoint you," he said, "but that's just morning wood." "What's that supposed to mean?" "It's...what? It's supposed to mean what it always means. I'm stiff as a board because I just woke up." "Because I was embracing you in your sleep, right?" "Maybe, but it does that pretty often whether you're here or not." "Because you're dreaming of sex, right?" "Maybe, but it really just does it all the time at night. Don't you know this already?" "Why would I know that? I don't have one." "You're a 25 year old woman. Have you really never heard of morning wood, or learned what it meant?" "For 24 of those years I didn't have one of these toys to play around with," she explained as she put her hand back on her husband's throbbing erection. "Can I take it out of the package?" she asked as her fingers eagerly fiddled with the waistband of his pyjamas. "Not now. I really need to go to the bathroom. That's another thing that can make it hard, you know." She withdrew from him. After they'd both laid silently in bed for 2 minutes, she spoke again. "Well?" "What?" "Aren't you going to go?" "Not now. It's too hard." "Too hard to aim?" "No. Well, that is difficult, but mostly I just can't pee." "You mean you really can't?" "I mean it's physically impossible. Right now my body's ready for mating, not bladder emptying. I have to let it settle down." "How long?" "I don't know. A little while. Don't pressure me." "Wouldn't it be put to better use in me? Afterwards I'm sure it'll settle down enough for the toilet." "No. I don't want to gross you out, but it hurts. I have to take care of this before I do anything else." "Really?" "Really what?" "Really it hurts?" "Yeah, really. I needed to go as soon as I laid down in bed, but you took a shower and I fell asleep. But I think I will be up to conjugal relations once I've used the bathroom and recovered from the holding." "It's so bad you need to recover? Tell me how bad it hurts." Bryce laughed at the gross, immature conversation that was unfolding. "It's like a rock somehow inserted itself into my body. It's grinding my insides in the most sensitive place." "I wonder how big a man's bladder inflates," Marie said as her hands worked their way into Bryce's pyjamas. She let out a whispered exclamation as they stopped a little above his waist. "Ooh! I can feel it. It is like a rock! I bet I've never held half this much in. Tell me how it feels to you." "It feels like I've been on long road trip with no rest stops. It feels like I didn't want to use the restrooms at school, and I didn't have time to go before the carpool came, and class still isn't out yet." "Nice! Give me another one." "It feels like our date at the carnival. It was so hot I had to drink so much." "I remember! They wouldn't let us bring water bottles in from outside, so we had to glug it all down before we entered. We had to get more drinks about 5 minutes later. The heat was awful." "But I loved it." "Oh, of course!" Marie's voice grew excited as her mind relived that romantic summer day. "The heat couldn't kill the thrill." "But it tried." "Oh God! I was a mess, sweating so much. I was afraid I looked and smelled awful. Of course that made me so nervous I sweated more." "You couldn't have been sweating as much as me. I'd never been so close to a girl in my life." "Really? You were 20!" "21, I think. But inexperienced. On the tilt-a-whirl you hugged me so tight I thought I was gonna burn up. Lethal fever." "Good times! We suffered, but it was great." "I drank lots of water. That's why I brought it up. I had to go to the bathroom almost the whole time, and it was torture by the end. But I couldn't excuse myself. I just couldn't look in the eyes of this beautiful, charming, impossibly perfect girl who was somehow my date, and tell her I needed to go to the bathroom." "You're so cute. You endured pain for me when you didn't even have to. I had no clue your privates were stinging. "That's how they are now. But I think I'm ready." Marie didn't ask permission this time. She loosened the waistband and pulled his pyjama bottom down to his ankles. "Hey! Hey!" "It's gotten softer," she reported. She knew this because she was handling it like it was a banana and she wanted to know if it was overripe yet. "I'll fix it." "We can do this in the morning. I need that right now. For the toilet." "Morning? Morning! You said we'd go at it after you peed." "No. Maybe I did...? I don't know. But now I'm feeling too tired. I wouldn't be any good. So...hands off." "That's no way to talk to your amorous wife!" "Hands off, please, dear." She took her hands away from his manhood, then rolled her body on top of him. Her thighs were now squeezing where her hands were a few seconds earlier. "I want to, Marie...sweetheart...honey buns...hot treat. I can't though. I need to use the bathroom and go to sleep." "You need to sleep with me then use the bathroom." "No! This is too much. I need the to go now." "But you can't if it's too hard, and it's getting harder." She rubbed herself up and down his half-naked body like a reptile rubs against a log when it sheds its skin." "Cool it! Please! I'd love this any other time, but now's not the time." "It will be!" She grabbed his hand and made them both feel his erection. "Feel that? It's as hard as ever." "See what you've done? Now I have to wait to pee. It's already agony." "Describe the agony. Maybe I'll stop." "I've been holding so long I know it'll hurt for a while after I've gone. Not a bad hurt, but that tingling. Like sand scratching up blood vessels or something, right in my crotch and even in my sides." "That's just delicious. I've had some days I was really bursting, but never as bad as you have it right now." "There, I'm playing your game. Now move your body." "That's not how you address a loving wife." "Please move your body." "You can say it better." "Pretty please?" "Not that way!" She started grinding harder. "Please...please move your sexy body." "You're doing better." "Please move your nubile, smooth, healthy, fit, curvy, fresh, clean, perfectly waxed body." "Of course," she sang sweetly. She rolled off of him, only to climb back on in the opposite position. Now they were both facing the ceiling, her head was under his chin, the shaft of his hardened manhood was nestled between her shapely buttocks, and the tip was right between her legs. "That's cheating!" "So's saying we're going to have sex after your bathroom break when you really don't want to. So's sweet-talking me on the phone when you didn't really want to have sex when we reunited." "I'm sorry, but I can't. I'm too tired to do it right. How can I make that any clearer?" "It's funny how when I say I'm too tired for something you keep pressing and pressing and pressing the issue, but when you say you're tired the whole world has to come to a halt." "Let's not fight," Bryce pleaded. "I think it's a little late for that," Marie snapped. "If you get off me we can both calm down and have some gentle cuddling." "Fine!" They laid next to each other in silence for several minutes. Bryce remembered he was half-naked, and tried to put his pyjama bottom back in place. He accidentally caught the waistband on his still-engorged organ, and Marie giggled like a schoolgirl at the silly display. "You're so hard you can't even get dressed." Bryce stripped naked. "Is this better?" "A little bit. You have a nice penis, you know." "Thank you?" Bryce said, feeling a little weird. "You also keep your body in shape, and you've grown more handsome and manly since I met you. I think I should compliment your body because you complimented mine just now. And all of it's true." "Thank you. Are we a loving couple again?" "We always are." Marie blew him a kiss. Bryce started to cuddle, but was afraid she'd start hardening him up again. He held her hand instead. It was an odd scene, 2 naked people lying on top of bed covers with their bodies several feet apart and their hands joined. After a few more minutes, Bryce was ready to try for the toilet again. "Can I go with you?" Marie asked. Bryce gave her an odd look. "Why?" "I want to see your naked body in the light. Just give me this little treat, because I'm gonna go hungry tonight. Bryce extended a beckoning finger, and they walked into the bathroom together. As soon as Bryce's hand was on the light switch Marie's was on his manhood. "Here's the deal. I'll let you off the hook if I get to aim." "What?" "Hold it while you pee." "No." "Why not?" "Because...no! It's too much. It's too...personal." "We're married! We've done the most personal thing there is! I'm allowed to hold your pee-pee while you wee-wee." Bryce gave his wife an even stranger look because of her choice of words. "Fine, if you'll leave me alone." She instantly started rubbing the organ like it was a cow's udder and she was a milk maid. "No! Not that!" "You won't use this on your own so I guess I'll have to take over." "Please! I need to pee!" "How bad?" "Too bad to describe! I can't think of words!" "Try." "I was so close and now I can't! That makes it so so so much worse!" "How much worse?" "It just hurts so much!" "How bad?" "Please stop!" Tears were falling down Bryce's face, but they only made Marie more excited. Her hands started working faster. "I won't stop until it's fully hard!" "Why? We still won't have sex." "But you'll be punished!" "Why? Why? Why?" "Because! Now tell me how much it hurts!" "You're really...really...!" "What am I?" "Kinky? Is that what I'm supposed to say?" "I am kinky! You can be kinky too! All you have to do is ask, but you never ever ask! But right now it's about me. Tell me how much I'm hurting you!" "It's as hard as it gets!" "I'll keep on rubbing and fondling until you tell me what I want to hear." "The safe word?" "We never chose one!" "I'm sick! It's like the pee is sloshing around inside me! It doesn't just hurt it's also queasening!" Marie released him with a laugh. "You made up a word. You're cute." "Are we done here?" "Oh no. But we can play a different game. If you won't please me like a man, please me like a cute boy." "How?" "Put your clothes on, young man!" Marie suddenly demanded in a serious tone. She returned to the bedroom, turned on the light, and tapped her foot as her bewildered husband climbed back into his sleepwear. "I'm dressed." Marie took the chair from the writing desk and moved it to the corner of the room. "Sit quietly. You're in time out." "Seriously?" "Don't talk back!" She made him stay there for 10 minutes before saying, "It's time to kiss and make up." He walked up to her, trying to look as shy and nervous as he could (which wasn't difficult in this situation), and kissed her on the cheek. The schoolmarmish look she'd put on melted into a smile. He was just too cute. "Now is there something you'd like to ask me?" "Can I go to the bathroom?" "That's an awfully adult way of saying it." "May I please go potty, Ms. Marie?" "Hmmm...I don't know. Is it an emergency?" By this point Bryce was keyed into what his quirky wife was wanting. He bent his knees, grabbed his crotch with both hands, wiggled his body around, and whined, "Yes it is! I'm gonna have an accident!" "There's no shame in that. We've all had an accident at some time. Why don't you just let it go?" Bryce was speechless. He broke character, stared at Marie, and asked what she meant. "You can go wee-wee in your P.J.s. It's all right with me." He remained frozen, as if the situation had overwhelmed him to the point of shutting off his brain. "Go. Just let it out. You'll feel better." Still no reaction from Bryce. "If you keep stalling you might have to be disciplined again." Bryce's still slightly hardened genitals were poking a little bump into the crotch of his light blue pyjamas. All of a sudden the tip was navy blue. Then the whole crotch was that color. Soon it had migrated to the loose pantlegs. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, overwhelmed by the feeling of relief. He made a noise to express his current state. It wasn't quite a sigh, it wasn't quite a moan, and it wasn't quite the word "oh," but it sounded a little like each of those sounds. It was long and loud and full to the brim with pleasure. Anyone overhearing would have assumed he was emitting a fluid besides urine. Deep rich blue colored his legs all the way down like a waterfall. Just as deep and rich was the yellow of the long-held urine that trickled down his bare feet. Before long it was pouring around his feet like they were part of a fountain, while hardly a square inch of his pyjamas below the crotch stayed the original color. A glistening golden pool formed on the varnished wooden floor, and it didn't stop growing until it was 3 or 4 feet across. "Don't you feel better?" Marie asked, still speaking as to a child. "Yes!" "How good did it feel?" Bryce broke his charade with what he said, but Marie was pleased to hear it. "Like a long, exhausting, fulfilling night in bed with you." She beamed. "You know what? I feel pretty fulfilled too. You can keep your penis out of me tonight. It's already done plenty to entertain me." "I didn't know you liked this sort of thing," Bryce mumbled. Marie just smiled. "This was only on the spur of the moment, right?" he asked. "You haven't been liking it already...have you?" "Bryce Morton Landegger, we've hardly been married half a year. You don't know everything I like." She stopped lecturing and voiced a genuine sentiment of gratitude. "Thanks for putting up with this." "I...don't think I did," Bryce said sheepishly. "I didn't have much choice." He wasn't very articulate at the moment. He tried to collect his thoughts and prepare some angry words about the violating (if somewhat pleasurable) experience his wife had just put him through. "Maybe I was a teensy tidbit too rough," she admitted, "but I think somebody's earned a batch of fresh baked cookies." The rant Bryce was about to begin was deleted from his mind when he heard this. He smiled wordlessly. "Now run along and wash up like a good boy," Marie said as she thrust her shivering legs into a pair of sweatpants. Then she added, "Oh, and don't forget to mop up your puddle."
Painting is an art. The careful and concentrated usage of color, hues lightly stroked and delicately blending at the edges to create a recreation of the artist's soul, whether it be a truer than reality depiction of a world living beyond the painting frame or a surreal exaggeration of perceived facets of existence. The purpose and meaning behind pieces of historic art has been speculated and debated for centuries, by those who claimed they had a sophisticated eye for details and emotions. Inklings did not see that same moderation as a positive point. Inklings were humanoid creatures with the ability to morph into squids, as identified by the tentacles on the tops of their heads. Being cephalopods, ink was an important part of their lives, culture, society, every facet of their lives revolved around the gooey substance. And nowhere was this more evident than the most popular sport played by Inklings, Turf War. Two teams of four Inklings each were placed in an arena, and the objective was to cover as much ground with their team's color in the time limit. Not only was it a game to make use of the Inkling's natural productions, but their transformation skill, as the squids could swim in the ink to move faster and remain hidden from normal eyes. And Turf War was big. Huge, even. Broadcasts were televised with almost all Inklings tuning in, fanbases were formed around the most famous professional teams and players with rivalries around opposing fans, figures and cards were traded and collected, athletes were idolized and fawned after. It was the single activity that defined the Inklings as a race. Adults weren't the only ones playing Turf War either, kids that had matured to full control over human forms would meet up after school for fun and friendly matches. There were plenty that aspired to become professional, but a lot just did it for enjoyment and hanging out with peers. That's why Mari, an teenage Inkling girl, was currently taking the inkway road out to Port Mackerel. A couple other kids from class had made plans for a Turf War way out there, and Mari had volunteered, her homework could wait. She didn't want to do Turf War for a career later in life, she'd rather be watched on television like Callie and Marie, but she was a kid and wanted a bunch of fun in her life. As she was swimming out to the far coast, Mari started feeling a strange feeling in her squid body, something she was not familiar with. Maybe it had something to do with how far she was swimming out to get to Port Mackerel, she hadn't spent this much time as a squid ever since maturation. Squid bodies experienced feelings different than human bodies, it could have been a human thing she didn't know the squid equivalent to. It wasn't the worst thing, so she just kept swimming. An hour in the ink later, Mari's discomfort had grown to very annoying levels, and she was beginning to worry she had come down with some sort of illness. But she was far from her home in Inkopolis now, she wasn't going back now. Besides, she had finally arrived at Port Mackerel, might as well do what she had come here for and jumped out of the ink, turning back into a human midair and landing on her feet. Now human and still, Mari realized what her problem was as it changed form into a recognizable human ailment. She needed to pee decently bad, so she could only assume that she never had a bathroom need in squid form before. Now that she understood the problem, she could easily fix it. Port Mackerel was a popular Turf War arena, there would be a public restroom around the area she could use. And sure enough, right off the inkway were two doors with simple symbols to represent the male and female genders. Happy that she had the chance to relieve herself immediately, she walked into the girl's restroom to take care of business. It couldn't be that simple. There was a stigma against public restrooms for a reason, as Mari found out when she entered. There was a bunch of ink sprayed all over the walls, that wasn't bad, she was going to play Turf War after all and ink was such an integral part of Inkling culture. But of course, there had to be other messes in the room too, ones that made Mari cringe and retreat back to the clean sanctuary of outside. “Ohh,” she grumbled in frustration. “Why does it have to be disgusting now, when I gotta go? What do I do now,” she asked as she left the room. An answer would have been nice, but she asked it as a rhetorical question, there was no one else around to hear her. No one else around to see her, either. Mari looked around to confirm that was the case, and saw no other Inklings. “Well, I guess if I won't be seen...” She was trying to sound innocent, but there was a deliberate attempt to be inappropriate running through her mind. Acting overly casual, whistling included, she backed up to the male bathroom door and snuck in. If she took care of matters and got out before anyone saw her, what was the harm? She should have expected that this bathroom wouldn't be better. Goop and liquids everywhere, just as bad as the ladies'. “I just can't catch a break.” She considered using the toilet anyway from lack of options, but it was a large hurdle to overcome. It was a need, but not incredibly urgent, she was capable of holding it. So long as Turf War didn't take too long, she could swim back to her house in time. Squids weren't capable of having accidents, were they? Disappointed, she slowly opened the door to exit, looking around to ensure the coast was clear once more, and walked out as soon as she was convinced it was safe. Bladder filling with urine, Mari could only lean against the bathroom wall and wait for the other kids to arrive, where games would at least distract her. It was a good thing she didn't stay in the bathroom long, because a squid jumped from the inkway soon after, transforming into a boy in midair the same way Mari did. She recognized him from classes, his name was Ceph and he seemed like a pretty cool dude. He didn't talk much, but he saved it for one-liners that got a laugh every now and again. Once he gained his bearings in human form, Ceph joined Mari at the wall and started talking. “You got here early, Mari. Anyone else pass by already?” “I haven't seen anyone since I got here, and I think the arena is still empty. Is anyone else from class going to be here?” “Not our class, everyone else are my friends from other years or the schoolyard.” Mari felt a little awkward, being a squid out of ink in this group. She didn't know anyone that was going to be here, she hadn't even been part of the initial invites. She only jumped in once they had exhausted their circle of friends and put out an open invitation to fill the empty slot, which Mari accepted first. “You've got your weapon? We can't provide one if you aren't prepared,” Ceph warned while reaching to the ink tank strapped to his back, where most players connected their arms. He pulled his rifle into view, a Splat Charger. It's not about coverage, but making every shot straight and connect. It's been said that weapon choice says a lot about its wielder. Mari smiled and shook her head as her hand went behind her back, pulling out a pistol and spinning the trigger on her finger. “The Splattershot Jr., the best handgun ever made. Six splats, more than enough to paint anything that moves.” As Mari was showing off, six more squids jumped out in rapid succession and became Inklings, a mixture of boys and girls. Ceph recognized them all, but Mari was left clueless. They started making small talk amongst themselves while she just kept quiet, silently and discreetly keeping her pee in check. A couple minutes later, Ceph, who had taken the reigns as leader of the pack, held up his hands up to get everyone quiet. “Alright, time to split into teams. Me and Mari over there will be team captains, so pick your teams. Dibs on yellow team!” Ceph's tentacle hair turned yellow to show team alignment. It was good that Inklings could change their ink color at will, or Turf War teams would be very difficult to make. There had been a few cases of cheating by changing to enemy colors, but the honor system had worked for the most part. Mari had to hope his color choice wouldn't be a bad omen, that their ink was the only yellow she'd get on her clothes. She changed to green herself, as that was her favorite color. The other Inklings picked their teams by standing next to the captain and changing their own colors, and Mari noticed they were reluctant to join her instead of Ceph. She sighed, it didn't look like things were going to work like the unit they needed to. Edited June 18, 2015 by Captain L (see edit history)
Mari was having a hard time. The Turf War was going fine, the teams were evenly matched and were each winning around the same amount of matches in close calls, but Mari's body was giving her enough close calls as it was. Her need to pee was only getting worse and there was no way she could deal with it. If she left for whatever reason, she'd ruin everyone else's fun as Turf War needed 8 players. If she wet herself, she'd be the laughing stock of the school. She had to hold it, there wasn't a choice, but she really couldn't much longer. Because of her need, she hadn't been playing too well. She had stayed well out of sight of any other players so she could do what was needed to hold herself without being seen. It would have been easier to hide as a squid, but she wasn't able to do that either. She was right, squids didn't have to worry about bladders, but it wasn't like the problem just went away when she transformed as she experienced earlier. The squid equivalent to full bladder was an intense outward pressure that made their entire body feel like it was about to explode, it was unbearable. Mari had to stay human, and that human was going to pee herself. Mari's strategy now was to hide in a side alcove when the round started, paint the area so her teammates didn't think she was slacking off, and stay out of sight so she could hold herself. She'd found nooks of the map where no one would find her, where she could keep her hands tightly between her legs unknown to anyone else. She'd gladly use the public restroom if she could get over to it, but her absence would be noticed. It also had to be a Friday, the game wouldn't end early for homework or anything, she had to stay in the arena for who knew how much longer. No chance of holding it long enough, Mari had to make the decision: leave and have everyone mad at her, or wet herself and face the mocking. “Could...could I pee on the ground,” Mari asked aloud. It was an option, certainly, but far from an appealing one. True, her hiding spots meant she probably wouldn't be seen if that's the route she took, but a stray player would cross her path every once in a while and she had no assurance it wouldn't happen in the crucial minutes. Plus, she was a teenage girl, and she considered peeing outside gross, and didn't know how to anyway. She needed to come up with a plan, but it was hard to do that when she had to tinkle so bad. While she was deciding, she pushed her legs together, dancing on them up and down and jiggling them side to side. A couple of spurts were dripping their way free into her shorts because Mari had decided against panties for the day, where they ran off the rubber material Inklings usually wore to avoid permanent ink stains, and down her legs. It wasn't enough to be immediately visible, but Mari was panicking. She needed to find some way to take care of her strained bladder fast. That's when she heard footsteps running towards her, and she had to regain composure instantly, looking like she was doing something. The Inkling that came dashing down was Ceph, and Mari quickly pulled out her weapon in the presence of the enemy. Ceph, his rifle still out, skid to a halt and put his hands up in the air. “Hold on, I'm not gonna shoot. I just...this is a pretty hidden spot, huh?” He put his arms down and went to look casual, though he was fidgeting in place. Now Mari had no idea what to do. Obviously she couldn't make a move with someone else right there, even worse that it was a boy, but modesty was running out. She couldn't hide her need forever, but she didn't have the strength to move without an accident, and Ceph wasn't moving either. Why was he hanging around, anyway? He wasn't gaining territory for the team, he wasn't just striking a conversation, he wasn't even sitting and resting, he was standing and bouncing around. But Mari couldn't ask him to leave, or he'd know something was up. What were her choices in a bad situation like this getting worse? There was a minute of silence where both Mari and Ceph stood where they were, awkwardly fidgeting in their spots. Mari was trying to convince herself to stand up for herself and tell Ceph to get out, but it was hard to muster that kind of courage. Right before she spoke out, Ceph's silence snapped, and he started asking favors with a pleading tone. “Could you please go away for a minute or something, Mari?” “What? What do I need to leave for?” “I need to take a really bad piss, and this is the only place I can do it. Actually, would you stand guard for me over there?” He pointed to the only way onto the platform they were on, while his other hand pressed against the front of his shorts. And now Mari was screwed. The mere thought of Ceph peeing was sending her bladder into overdrive, wanting so hard to force its contents out. But she had to do as he said, so he'd leave sooner and she could have privacy once more, so she made one step up the path before she had to stop hard. Her bladder spasmed fiercely, sending more dribbles into her shorts and onto her legs. She had minutes at best, she could tell, even if she stood perfectly still. But even so close, she couldn't hold herself in front of Ceph, it just felt wrong. No getting around it, though, she couldn't hide her need completely. “I...I can't move.” “Why? Are you hurt? Should we stop and get a doctor or something?!” Now he was scared, it was a terrifying thought to have someone injured during his game and therefore under his watch. “I...I-I can't hold it anymore! I have to pee so bad, I'm gonna wet myself!” Her eyes were shut tight, but tears were still coming through. The long sides of her tentacle hair joined her hands between her thighs, gripping as tightly as she could, holding back the inevitable that was happening soon. Her full body was rigid, afraid to make even the slightest motion for fear of the dam bursting. Ceph didn't know what to say about what was unfolding in front of him. Sure, he had come to terms with using the bathroom on a Turf War arena, but it still made him worried to see someone else in the predicament, even if his normal means of solving it wasn't considered a big deal to him. “But, you're already down in this place. Why don't you just go?” “I've never used anything other than a toilet, I don't know what to do!” There was shame in it, taking care of personal needs like that in public was something most girls were against, but she'd have done it by now if she knew what to do. This was on Ceph's shoulders now, so it was really lucky that he had a clue. He looked around to be sure they were unseen and unheard, and gave a light embrace to Mari for comfort once he was sure they had privacy. “It's okay, I can help you. Are you okay with that?” “I just wanna peeeee!” “Okay, that's fine. Can you take your pants off?” He knew that was a question he shouldn't have asked, but this was an emergency, he thought it'd slide given the circumstances. “I...I can't move my hands! I'll have an accident if I do!” “Alright, alright, that's okay. I'll...” Ceph had no idea how to phrase what he was going to say because it would sound really bad any way he said it. “I'll help you get your shorts off, you pull your hands away when I say so, a little bit of wetness is fine. Is that cool?” Mari didn't say anything to interrupt her crying sniffles, but she nodded to indicate she was okay with the plan. Ceph knelt down and placed his hands on the waistband of Mari's shorts, ready to give the signal to pull them down, before she interrupted him with a hurried “wait”. Slowly, she pulled one of her hands off her crotch and slid it down the front of her shorts, ending back at its original position on the other side of the material, with the other hand following suit. “Please hurry,” she begged as her leg movements got more frantic. Ceph cursed himself for not thinking of that solution, but it did make things easier. Not wasting any time, he yanked her shorts down to her ankles, with some trouble past her constantly moving knees. He was certainly surprised by her lack of underwear, but there were other things that needed to be done. “Now, this is going to be difficult, but you need to squat down. Bend your knees so you're almost sitting on the ground.” Mari did as she was told, shakily and nervous. She had never done this before, but as she lowered herself, her bladder started to relax, like it was perfectly natural for a girl to squat and pee. But she wasn't ready yet, and her hands cupped against her privates were starting to catch her leakings, the warm liquid dripping between her trembling fingers. She let out a series of surprised and sad gasps mixed with cries in response, and they were incredibly cute noises. She continued her descent, but with the spurts not stopping, she probably had a few seconds before the tanks broke. Still, she did make it down, her butt hanging a few inches above the metal flooring of the port platform. “You're doing good, Mari,” Ceph praised. “You balancing all right like that?” She was wobbling, but Mari still nodded because she hadn't fallen over yet and wanted to get this over with fast. “Okay then, bend forward a little so your...um...” As calm and objective as Ceph was being right now, he couldn't bring himself to name the female genitalia even just for instruction, no matter the synonym. “So your stream doesn't flow straight into your shorts.” And once Mari had obeyed, Ceph could say the words she had been dying to hear, “Then you're good. Move your hands and pee.” Mari did not need to be told that twice. Her hands flew free faster than a swimming squid, and the stream started running openly, pouring out a heavy torrent of urine in a nice heavy river, or waterfall taking the height into consideration. And Mari was loving every little drop of it, who doesn't love a bladder overfilled to the point of near-bursting surrendering all of its contents in a consistent and easy rush. She couldn't help but let her mouth hang open and release a breathy exhale to indicate her immense satisfaction. It meant she would experience more of the pungent scent coming off the large and growing puddle beneath herself, but that could be overlooked for now. Ceph was standing and watching a foot away, a little fascinated. It wasn't that this sight was new to him, but there was something more appealing to it when it was a girl his age. There was also the base amusement of the puddle being dyed green by Mari's ink getting washed into the water, and he found that kind of funny. But mostly, he felt happy for Mari, he empathized with her intense relief and how good it felt for her. It also served to remind him why he came to the isolated area at all. He had to pee too, and pretty damn bad. He had put it aside to help someone else who needed to go way worse, but now that he was just watching Mari, the urge came back in full force, and he tightly gripped the front of his shorts in response. It would be proper to wait for Mari to finish and leave before taking care of his own business, but considering how strong she was still going, he wasn't sure if he could wait long enough. So he just stood by, his legs bouncing up and down, anticipating the moment she'd curb the flow and run off to resume the good fight. Unfortunately, it wasn't coming fast enough. It only took a couple seconds before Ceph couldn't take it anymore. He'd normally at least ask Mari's permission to use the bathroom with her, but desperation wasn't going to allow that modesty. Already so close to the designated toilet, Ceph pushed the front of his shorts down just enough to pull his penis into the open, upon which it started spraying just about instantly. It went into the same puddle Mari was making, enough to get her to take notice. It was certainly a sight, and it was making her a little uncomfortable, but she was afraid to speak up about it. It'd be hypocritical to speak up considering she was the first to treat the arena like a toilet, even if he was the one to enable it. Also, she had never seen that part of male anatomy before, so it was fascinating to her. Ceph and Mari stood in their places taking their respective leaks, making one giant pond beneath them, neither making a noise outside a few sighs of relief, allowing them to soak in the sounds of the loud splashing and the distant sounds of other Inklings having fun. It took a couple minutes, but both of them finished, Ceph before Mari, especially impressive when Mari had a head start. While Ceph was shaking his penis to get the excess pee drops off the tip, Mari was finally running dry. She let out a big sigh to indicate her need had been taken care of, and turned her head to Ceph. “Um...do you have toilet paper or anything?” “Yeah, that's a little harder for girls. Either shake your...butt, I guess, or just deal with being a little wet.” Mari took the latter, she just wanted to stand up already. Reaching down, she pulled her shorts back up to her waist as Ceph was stuffing his junk into his pants. Once they were both standing and presentable, Ceph asked, “You feeling all right, now?” “My legs hurt.” Mari wasn't keeping eye contact, and her gaze was drawn to the mess she made, and she was reasonably impressed with her work, even if it was made with Ceph's help. A big circle of water, mostly clear with a lot of green ink mixed in, making it a deep green, almost brown with a lot of foam on the edges. “But...I do feel a lot better now, so thanks. So...how did you know what to do? I mean...it's a lot different for both of us.” “Yeah, back when I was just starting to evolve into human form, my older sister took me out to practice with a weapon. We did it alone, so she didn't have a problem using the bathroom outdoors and teaching me to do it. It was kind of a big thing for me, seeing a girl like that for the first time, it stuck with me. I was just reciting what I remembered seeing. Guess you helped me out in a tough spot, Celphie.” “Your sister's name is Celphie?” “Yeah, my parents stuck with a theme in their kids' names. It happens. Now's not really the time to talk about my family, we should get back to the main part of the arena before we're discovered. And we definitely need to cover that up,” he suggested while pointing at the puddle. Mari had a plan for that, thankfully. Without skipping a beat, she pulled out her Splattershot Jr. and pointed it at the water, firing a bunch of rounds in to blend it in with the ink-covered floor everywhere around it. It took extra shots, the pee dissolved a lot of it, but it was unnoticeable soon enough. “There we go, hidden.” “Not exactly,” Ceph pointed out while chuckling a little. “Your legs are still covered. I got it, don't worry.” Just as Mari had done, Ceph reached to his back and retrieved his Splat Charger and prepared the shot, firing a low-power strip of ink at her legs, covering everything. “There we go, hidden. Yellow covers the piss real well.” “Hey!” Retaliating, she fired a few splats of her own onto his shirt in no real pattern, and one on his nose. “There, we're even. We're supposed to be enemies, remember?” She ran off back to the part where everyone was having fun, and Ceph followed once he processed she was moving. “We never talk about this again, deal?” “Fine, but you owe me one. Throw the game?” “Not on your life! Gotta bring your best inking to beat me! Do you have that skill?” “I can bring it! Team, let's paint this town yellow,” he shouted louder as a rallying cry. His allies each replied with their own affirmations of the objective, and the Turf War was back on, full force.
Tiny Bathrooms When I was about 18-19 years old, I went camping with several science groups from university. We were all sleeping in big tents for 20 people each, lying next to each other on the floor. I had my sleeping bag zipped open like a blanket, because it was warm and I liked to stick my leg out at times to cool down a little. It was a rather boring group in terms of partying, which they did not want us to do on the camping site anyway. So after a few glasses of wine (the guys had some beers) we went to bed pretty early to start our science project the next morning. I had just fallen asleep – or even slept for a while, I did not know for sure – when I heard a whisper next to me. It was a guy. I couldn't see him and didn't recognize the voice. We had all just met for the first time and he could have been anyone. “Shhh, are you free?” I ignored it and nothing further happened. Then, a few minutes later, I had slept again, I felt someone next to me, pulling down my sleeping boxers. Half asleep, I was still trying to figure out what was going on when I heard a voice close to me, whispering once more: “Shhh.. I am just going to the toilet. Don't worry.” My boxers were being gently removed by a rather big hand. Still not sure whether this was a dream or not, I kept silent and waited. The hand that just removed my underwear over my feet, ran back up my leg and thigh and was softly stopped by my outer labia. “Shhh... this is totally normal. Don't worry. I only need to pee” The hand went away and came back quickly. Now I felt something wet sliding down my genital lips, feeling at my “entrance”. The whispering continued “Sorry to wake you up. This is nothing sexual. It's quite normal when camping in groups. The girls often go to the toilets anyway, even at night. So it's established that men can just load up their pee. I feel your bladder bulging already, so you would go soon, anyway.” I maybe had a glass of wine too much, because I didn't grasp it. While still thinking about the logic of it – I must admit it sounded natural – I felt a body leaning into mine. The hand took my thigh and lifted up my upper leg, until my knee came up and the sole of my foot stood on the floor. “I'll just quickly go to your toilet, you can continue to sleep. It will only take a minute” I felt something big against my entrance. It felt like when I had sex and was being entered by male genitalia. “This is not sex, it can't get you pregnant, it's really quite common. I will be done in a second. Ssshh, just sleep on” He moved so slowly and gently, that I dozed off a little. But I felt something pushing inside of me. I was not taking contraception and started to worry a bit, but he whispered again: “It's okay, really. It's being done all across camping sites all the time. It can't get you pregnant as it's not sexual. I am just using your tiny bathroom” It felt really like something common the way he did it. “Think about it, it's ecological as well. You go to the toilet anyway and you just take mine with you. That way we only flush once. It's a good thing” I felt something really hot inside me and a little pressure. A slight moan reached my ear “Hmmmm ohhhh... it's good” He just went in and did that. He did not move in and out, so I believed that it was supposed to be like that. It was really not like sex. Saving the economy was part of our science project as well, so this felt right. “I am done, I'll flush your tiny toilet now” He went all the way in and started gently rubbing my clitoris. “It's best to relax. You can just sleep again, I can finish my bathroom visit on my own” He rubbed me gently. It was arousing. I felt the pressure from my own bladder increase, as well as the pressure inside my vagina. I had never felt anything like it and before I knew, a sensational feeling rushed through my body. I felt my genitals throbbing and my face got really warm. Muscles were moving out of my control. Then it faded away again and left me feeling very relaxed. “Okay, you are flushed now. I just need to wipe and clean myself up. I am nearly done. Sorry that I took a little longer, it's different to estimate how the tiny bathrooms react.” His penis left me. I heard a little noise, like plastic ripping. Then a bit of movement and he was back. Pushing into me. It went really easy this time, I barely felt it. “I'll get us cleaned up now, you can go to sleep again. Really no need to be awake. Thank you for being open tonight” He started slowly moving in and out of me. I started thinking that this maybe was just an excuse to have sex with me, just when he whispered. “Remember, I don't have any sexual interest. Just protecting the environment by having you take my urine to the toilet and wiping without toilet paper” I started dreaming. I felt really tired after that sensational feeling from earlier. Before I left for dreamland, I felt him rocking and pulsating inside of me. A final whisper: “We are all cleaned up now. You can turn into free position now. You know, lying on the side like you did earlier means open, lying with one knee bent upwards means occupied. Everyone knows it. It's the international sign code for tiny bathrooms. I'll be in ...” I didn't hear the rest. I slept wonderfully. In the years that passed, I often thought about how logical and green this solution was. It was good that people would use this on camping sites to save toilet paper and water. I would assume open position quite often and although I sometimes woke up in “occupied” position, I never noticed anyone using my tiny bathroom again. It never got me pregnant, so I believe the guy. The Endwritten by Sinna 18jun-2015© 2pee4you, www.sexysinna.com
The minivan pulled up in the parking lot, packed full of stuff. Looked like the annual ritual of moving your child off to college. Hurriedly, she closed the passenger door of her Mom's minivan quickly, hopping out to the ground, yelling at her mother to hurry. Knees knocked together, the girl was in a panic. "Mom, hurry up!" she yelled, "I really gotta go to the bathroom, come on, let's go inside before I have an accident right here!" I had just pulled into the parking lot, ready to grab some lunch and I had to use the bathroom pretty badly myself. It was a long drive down I-95, and I hadn't relieved myself in a few hours and my black leggings were starting to fit snug against my body as my bladder swelled. It was hot out, and my tank top was sticking to me from perspiration too. I really wanted to use the ladies room, but I thought I could hold on for a little while, and honestly, I always enjoyed the feeling of a desperate bladder, and I wasn't that far from that feeling of intense desperation myself, so I held on. As I had just gotten out of my car and started to walk across the parking lot to the entrance, that minivan had just pulled in, almost cutting me off, and that's when I saw the girl and watched her run out in a desperate scamper. She looked like she really, really had to use the bathroom, and that got my attention. Very cute, thin, athletic and most likely a graduating high school senior, ready to head to college, or maybe a freshman returning, who knows. It's hard to tell anymore. I was 21 at the time and she appeared younger than I was, but then, some people think I'm still in high school, so like I said, it's hard to tell. Anyway, she was blond, with a small chest, thin, like a size 3 or so. She was definitely my "type", although of course I had no idea of her sexual preferences. Wearing just a green sports bra that outlined her tiny breasts nicely and matching green shorts, quite short, her tanned legs, even if a bit skinny, looked really nice. As she dashed inside, I noticed how firm and round her butt was. She must have been some kind of runner or something. A great body, and I almost felt guilty looking at her, wondering if she would notice me staring at her. And she really seemed like she wanted to use a bathroom more than anything else, which of course immediately had me interested in her situation. I ended up following them into the fast food restaurants lobby, and then realizing, quite obviously, the teenagers despair. "Honey, it's crowded so let's get our order in and then you can run off to the bathroom. It will just be a minute, so stay by me, I don't want you running off by yourself." "Mom, but I really gotta go pee, please? It's an emergency!" wailed her daughter in reply. Mom held firm, and the two of them headed to the back of the large line at the counter. It was the middle of the lunch rush, and it looked pretty crowded in there. I stood behind them, right behind the young blonde, watching her pace and squirm in line. She really appeared desperate. She was standing there, not at all still, her legs clenched together and her butt clenched as she fought her body's urge to void. Every second or so I heard her gasp and saw her body clench as she fought off what must have been waves of intense pee desperation as they grew within her body. She would fidget and then stay still and then fidget, all the time engrossed by the immense pressure she must have felt between her legs. I felt guilty staring at her, but she was so incredibly attractive and so obviously desperate I immediately started fantasizing about the possibility of this girl suddenly wetting herself. Her butt was perfect, I could even see the faint outline of her underwear through the green fabric and I longed to caress her in my arms. A few minutes passed by, and she was hopping from one foot to the other with greater frequency, sometimes bending over slightly at the waist, her arms in front of her, probably pressing against her crotch. My own need to pee increased as I watched her get more desperate by the minute, I almost wanted to let loose streams of pee into my leggings just to feel the wonderful release, but then I had an idea. I'm not usually evil minded, but after a long boring drive and no rest stops to pee, I needed some excitement and my mind was wandering. I suddenly left the line and headed back to the bathrooms, not sure I was brave enough for what I was about to try and do. The men and women's restrooms were at the end of the hallway, near the door side of the lobby. Nobody was in the hallway, so I tried the women's room, found it open, and went inside. For a moment I thought about dropping my black leggings and just peeing into my panties to get myself a quick release, but I thought of something far more sinister. I held back my own growing urge to pee and looked at the restroom door. Sure enough, I thought, it locked from the inside. I opened the door, put my hand around back to the inside, and pushed the lock button in on the door knob, and let the door close while I was now back out in the hallway. I glanced around, and nobody was nearby. I checked the bathroom door, and sure enough, I had succeeded in locking it from the inside with nobody inside. I felt a shiver of nervousness knowing that if I suddenly needed to pee, I would be no more able to than any of the customers until a manager unlocked it. And I also knew that I, myself, wasn't far from having to release my bladder, wherever that might end up being. A chill passed through my body at the excitement. Next I checked the men's door, found it empty, and did the same thing. Now both of the bathroom doors appeared locked and in use to anybody going up to them. Now it was a matter of waiting. I went over to an empty table near the hallway, sat down, and waited, my own bladder filling further as the minutes went by. I had to pee so badly I almost thought about just making a puddle in the chair right in my leggings to feel the wonderful wetness, but I held on, my body starting to tremble as my desire to pee grew. Surely, I thought, the girl would have to head for the bathrooms once her mother got their order. Not five minutes passed by, and the poor teenager walked by in a fast trot, rushing to the bathroom door. I got up from my table, almost peeing in my clothing from my sudden motion, and headed to the hallway, taking my place behind the poor girl who was desperately trying the locked ladies room door. She wasted no time, it appeared, and seemed to be on the edge of an accident in public. I was excited! "Oh NO, Please, whoever's in there, hurry up, I'm about to have an accident out here!" the distressed girl yelled through the door. I couldn't believe my eyes. This poor girl was about to have an accident, it seemed. Could I be so lucky? Would she really pee in her shorts or would she hold it until they left? My own desire for relief increased as I watched the girl struggle. I stared. The girl's green shorts barely covered her butt! I couldn't believe her mother had let her wear these in public, but at the moment, the view of her gorgeous body a mere few feet in front of me, squirming in desperation had my heart racing. I had to say something. "What's up? Is it locked?" I asked, my voice rising out of excitement and fear. "Yea, and I gotta go sooooooo bad too," the poor girl whimpered in reply, bending over at the waist, quickly shoving both hands between her thin legs. "Yea, me too, I gotta pee really bad, I hope they don't take too long," I mentioned back, starting to do a little desperation dance, partly out of my own bladder fullness and partly out of the incredible excitement of seeing this totally desperate young woman squirming and seemingly close to having an accident right in front of me! A few moments passed. I tried not to stare, but couldn't help looking at the poor girl's predicament. She leaned against the wall, knees slightly bent, her back to the wall, pressed tightly against the wall, her legs squeezed together and a look of sincere agony on her pretty face. Her nipples were firmly poking out at the tight green fabric as she squirmed and waited in utter agony of her bladder's obvious need for relief. Suddenly she turned towards the ladies door and started knocking, loudly. "Hurry UP in there, it's an emergency out here, OK?" she pleaded loudly to the occupant. If only she knew I had locked the door from the inside and that there was no occupant. But I was enjoying the display, although I did feel guilty somewhat for what was happening, but my own bladder's urges and the sexual feeling of excitement knowing I might cause this poor woman to have an accident overcame my momentary feelings of guilt. Another knock, then she turned to me, her poor face obviously in pain. "Oh Godddd, I have to peeeee. I gotta peeee so baaaddddd" wailed the girl, bending over at the waist, both hands suddenly thrust into the crotch of her short green shorts again. She turned back towards the door, half bent over, and again I caught myself staring at her panty outline through the thin green nylon fabric of her shorts. White panties, I thought, imagining how they would change color if she had an accident. My mind raced with fantasies. Her tanned legs looked so good, and from this angle, I could just barely make out the bottom edges of her underwear as she bent slightly forward, her shorts not totally covering her rear. I was awash with excitement at the view and her predicament. My own bladder screamed for relief, both from my own urgency and the girl's dilemma. The girl struggled. Both of her feet nervously paced. Again, she pounded on the door. "Come ON, I gotta go PEE, please, PLEASE hurry up before I have an accident," shrieked the poor girl, her words running together as her desperation increased. She was hopping back and forth, and turned back to me, her face scrunched up in agony, her body obviously tense. "So, what happened?" I asked the struggling girl. "HuHuh? Oh yea, I'm moving to college this weekend and my Mom forgot to stop at the rest area on the highway and I had to go so bad. She's going to kill me if I wet my pants!!" the girl pleaded in her answer, her voice high and desperate sounding as she continued to clutch at herself while fidgeting. Her one hand placed against the wall, the other tugging at her shorts, she was obviously at the very edge. She was constantly touching herself with one hand, obviously trying to squeeze in the immense flood just waiting to release from her straining body. She turned towards the door again, suddenly gasping and doubling over in pain, then standing up partway and pounding on the door. "HURRY UP. PLEASE HURRY HURRY. I'M GONNA HAVE AN ACCIDENT out here and I can't hold it any longer please please please let me go to the bathroom.... I gotta gooo to the bathroooom oh goddddd oh goddd PLEASEEEE I have to peeee oh i gotta peeee," she wailed. At first her voice was strong and demanding and by the time she finished yelling she was crying and I could barely understand her. She was SO desperate to relieve her poor bladder that I knew it wouldn't be long. My own bladder was screaming for relief, and as I stared at the poor girl's straining body, I fantasized massaging her small protruding nipples through her tight sports bra, and the way she was pouncing back and forth, desperate as can be, made me want to hug her, to console her, to let her know it was alright to pee, right there, in her clothes. I thought what it would be like to gently stroke her swollen tummy, to feel the line of her underwear across her body as she struggled. My mind raced. The excitement was too much for me. I had to let loose some pee just to feel the familiar wetness. I let loose a spray of pee into my black leggings and then stopped the flow, trying to hold on. The warmth of my pee quickly spread down my left thigh and my underwear were wet. I gasped inward at my sudden release, the familiar warmth and pleasure I longed to feel again. The girl didn't notice. "PLEASEHURRY, OH GOD, PLEASE HURRY, I GOTTA PEEEEEEEE!!" she screamed in desperation, banging forcefully against the door with one hand now, much harder than before. The other hand was buried against her crotch in obvious pain as she tried to prevent nature's course of events. God, she looked like she had to go badly. She was obviously on the edge. I released another small stream into my leggings, feeling the hot urine flow from my lips and flood my clothing further. I was hoping she'd go. I desperately wanted to see her have an accident. Another minute passed, she was still hopping back and forth, her face red and scrunched up from pain. "PLEASSSeeeee, I gotta pee so bad i gotta peee" she wailed, again her voice starting strong and then again changing to a desperate soft whine as the pain in her bladder obviously caused her to lose concentration. She turned to me, her face red from exertion and despair. Tears started to stream out of her eyes as she started to cry. I couldn't believe my luck. I realized she was on the edge, and I couldn't hold much back myself and let loose another hot jet of my own pee in my leggings, the wetness soaking my inner thigh. "Oh God. Oh god. I gotta go to the bathroom ohwwwwwwhhh. I can't hold it. I gotta go soo badly. Pleasepleasepleasedon'tmake me wetmypants... oh god. Awh. I gottappppppeeeeee I gotta PEEEeeeeee, help, please, I gottapeeEEEEEE" she wailed, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her nipples were fully erect, her body shaking, and suddenly it started. She was shaking uncontrollably, touching herself with one hand, the other hand against the doorknob of the locked restroom door. She was in total bladder agony. She turned to me, tears streaming down her face, her body convulsing in pain from the immense pressure. I stared at her crotch, and suddenly without warning a dark wet spot appeared in the crotch of her shorts. She gasped sharply and loudly, pressing her knees together, looking up at me with eyes of sheer pain. "Oh god. No. NOOO. Oh god. I'm starting to go. Oh god. Oh god. Please let me stop. Please pleassseeeeee" she cried, somehow momentarily stopping the flow. She was shaking violently, dying inside. Another spurt, and I saw the wet spot grow; the green fabric dampening as the girls' bladder slowly gave way. "No NOOOO", she yelled, her knees awkwardly pressed together. Another damp spray of pee into the fabric, the wet spot grew, and she lost control for a few seconds. I watched the fabric of her shorts quickly dampen from her escaped. "NOO, oh GOD NOOOOOOoooooooo oh Noooooo!!!!" she screamed, her legs pressed together in agony as she realized her despair. Suddenly her bladder could hold back no more, and as she shrieked loudly in despair with tears streaming down her lovely face, she lost all control and a huge flood of pee thrashed through the poor girl's shorts, the hot urine escaping with such force I could see the pee push through the fabric. Jet after jet of streaming pee flowed from the poor girl's clenched crotch as she lost her dignity. The fabric of her shorts quickly got soaked, and within seconds multiple pee streams were pouring down the girl's inner thighs, the pee just streaming from her desperation racked body. "Oh no. NO. NOO. Noooooo!!!! My mom's going to kill me. I can't stop itohgooddddddddd," and the poor girl lost all hope of control, crying uncontrollably as her throbbing bladder emptied itself through her short soccer shorts. She stood up straight, looking like a rag doll, her blond hair streaked with sweat, her face beet red from crying, tears streaming down her face. I could tell she had tried to stop the waterfall, and for a second almost made it, shaking violently but then she gave up. I saw her relax and her body won the battle that her mind lost. She started peeing uncontrollably again into her shorts, this time without any attempt to stem the flow. The girl had lost it. She was peeing in her pants, right there, and there was nothing she could do about it. I stared. From her fidgeting, her shorts were slightly pulled up on one side and I could see a glimpse of her now damp white underwear, and I could see the streams soaking the white cotton fabric as it thrashed out of the poor girl's body. Stream after stream of thrashing pee flowed down her thin young legs, glistening in the light of the afternoon. Pee streams flowed straight down from her shorts between the gap of her shorts and her legs. The pee soaked her socks and ran into her Adidas shoes. A puddle quickly formed on the tile floor in front of the bathroom where she stood, pee running down both her thin legs and dripping straight down from her sopping wet shorts. I watched the rivers of pee flow down her young thighs; pee everywhere. It was too much. I was beyond belief at what I was witnessing and my own bladder could not hold on. I couldn't control myself any longer and I let loose my own torrent of pee and completely flooded my leggings as I peed for a good 15 seconds, feeling my own warm wetness spread through my own tight clinging clothing. The familiar pleasure of wetting one's pants returned, and I felt faint. The poor girl looked up and then slid down onto her butt, sitting in her own puddle, and she put her head into her hands, crying still, sobbing violently at the realization of her total pee accident. I moved slightly and saw through the gap of her shorts and her legs a large portion of her soaked white panties, and then I saw her finish off her bladder in her pants as her bladder gave one last stream. She emptied the rest of her bladder right there in front of me, and I couldn't believe it. I kept wetting myself out of excitement, wishing I could hug and console the poor embarrassed young woman. I watched her pee flood her already soaked panties as I stared up her shorts. Her pee flooded the floor and she was sitting in a three or four-foot puddle, with her shoes and socks completely soaked. Her butt sat right in the middle as she finished peeing, her knees still up and her head still in her hands. She looked sheepishly at me with her face red, pee all around her young body in a huge mess of an accident, and suddenly, she stood up and then caught sight of my flooded leggings, now glistening with my own pee in the light, and mumbled something like "oh my God, you wet yourself too," and I stared at her, pee dripping from her soaked shorts from where she had sat in her own pee. My own pee had soaked my inner thighs and I was dripping slightly myself. My crotch was exploding with excitement at the combination of my own release and the view of her accident. And then, as quickly as it started, she turned embarrassedly away, walking towards her mother's table, who looked up in shock as she saw her daughter walking through the lobby, totally soaked from a pee accident. The last glimpse I had was when I followed them out, pee streaming down my own leggings, and I watched the poor girl's shorts as she headed towards Mom's minivan. Her green shorts now much more see-through from the wetness, and the sight of her soaked panties through the shorts as I fantasized about holding and touching her made me orgasm right there due to my own purposeful pee accident. Her wet shorts rode up on her rear and I saw the wet underwear stick out as she bent forward to climb into the car. It was the most amazing sight I'd seen in a few years and I sat in my car after putting a towel on my seat, and touched myself through my wet leggings, and then proceeded to drive to my motel, (an embarrassing moment for sure going up to the desk in soaked leggings) my own nipples forcing their way through my tank top as I was still excited about what I had caused another girl to do that day. That night, once at the motel, I visited the vending machine. Three times. 7 cans of soft drink and an hour or so later, I again was desperate to pee. As I lay on my motel bed, I imagined what it was like to be that poor girl, and I wet myself on purpose again and soaked the bed sheets entirely with my own flood, and masturbated to the scenes I replayed in my head of the poor girl desperately trying to control her bladder and losing, her ocean of tears showing how humiliated she was to be peeing her pants in front of people.
I sat in potions class tying to look interested. My chin resting in my hand trying to look calm and collected. However underneath the desk was a different story. My pale knee was bouncing up and down causing my skirt to slip up my thighs. I was grinding my crotch Into the wooden bench beneath me in circles trying to massage my pee hole shut. Oh god I have to wee so bad. I stare at the dark eyes of professor Snape in front of me and he stares intently back. He knows what I'm doing and he likes it I know he does it's not the first time..... I let my mind wonder off to the first time I saw him. * I ran through the dungeon corridors tears running even faster down my face like a race between myself and my emotions. I ran as far as I could I needed to find somewhere where people wouldn't see what I was about to do. God I was disgusting. My hand flew to my crotch as the first blooms of wetness showed through the pale pink cotton spreading as the cloth soaked up my wee. My eyes fell upon a classroom in the distance so I headed there. I stood by the door rubbing my fingers round my crotch to try and keep my pee inside. I checked my pocket with my other hand to make sure I had what I needed and burst in through the door. At the back corner of the room was an armchair and that's where I sat. From my pocket I pulled out a small black box and flicked open the latch. Inside was my saviour. I rolled up my skirt exposing my thighs while grinding on the chair hoping to last a few more precious seconds. Once everything was in place I reached for the box and carefully picked up a silver blade. I adjusted it in my fingers them gently placed it on my right thigh but I didn't push yet. Then a shiver ran through my whole body as my bladder pulsed painfully. So I let go. My wee forcefully sprayed out of my crotch into my pink panties which were saturated. The warmth caressed my bum and started to spread across the chair. As I released my wee I pushed on the silver blade digging it as far as I dared into my skin releasing all the dirty blood that was inside of my body. As I continued to urinate helplessly over myself I dragged the blade across my marred skin creating another red line amongst many. It was bliss. To feel my piss surrounding me and to see the pearls of blood run down my leg. Then it happened. I looked up. In the doorway staring at me with interested dark eyes was Snape. Except he seemed different. He walked over to me and lifted my chin with his fingers wiping a way a stray tear on my cheek with the pad of his thumb as he did so making me look into his eyes. He closed his eyes and then the soft hiss off urine hitting his black robes was all I heard and in a moment of sheer lust I reached my hand out to cup his groin as his warm pee travelled down my arm dripping off my elbow. Once he had finished he looked at me once more and without saying a word traced his hand around the plethora of scars and cuts across my thighs leaving a trail of my fresh blood behind his fingers. Then he turned and left the room...* I flinched out of my daydream as another flourish of golden liquid met my fingers. I couldn't help it. It feels so good. The ultimate release being able to endure the torture of a swollen bladder while my mind begs to wee but my body won't let it then being able to release my pent up pee as well as release the blood that's cursing my body is a phenomenal euphoria. Snape started to end the class I could tell he was curious about what I was doing because he was sat back behind his desk his hands placed on the desk in front of him staring at me. The rest of the class was leaving but I dared myself to stay seated and I smiled at him. "Professor. Please let me wee. I really need to it hurts. Help me" I played it up for him after all this is the fun part. "Now now patience child" he smirked as he watched me squirm. I really don't know how much longer I can last every now and then another few drops of pee slip out of me "professor I need to do this now". "Now child I haven't said you can now did I. No cutting either". "But sir I can't I need to you don't understand" I tried to argue with him after all the cutting was what kept me going but I couldn't hold back my pee any more I tried to cross my legs but I could feel it forcing its way out and forcing past the tight hold I had of myself through my ruined panties and onto the wooden bench beneath me. I looked and Snape as he closed his eyes while palming himself through his robes "professor I'm weeing it won't stop help me stop it" Snape didn't need to be told twice he rose slowly and swiftly walked over to my desk looming over me like a dark shadow when I felt his bony fingers running down my thigh to cup my womanhood. I pushed myself into his hand feeling the wetness touch my body and his fingers I managed to keep hold of some of my pee for a little before whimpering and letting the rest go. I kept thrusting myself at his hand until I was done. Then there were no words. He turned and left. And then I was left to clean up. I stayed in his classroom for a while just thinking. I remember the first time I knew I liked to hold my pee and then pee myself. I was probably about 4 or 5 years old and I remember being in dance class and watching one of the other girls struggle to get her leotard off in time and ended up completely soaking herself and it made my stomach feel all warm inside. I remember sitting on the chair in school pulling my jeans up into my crotch and thrusting my hips back and forward into them and it felt good. It still does feel good. As for the cutting, it started when I was 10 years old when I would bang my head on desks and make myself fall over when I was angry or sad. It progressed from there I started to throw myself down stairs, I broke my wrist 3 times and then I started cutting and it was the best but the worst thing I ever did. I remember why i started to cut. They told me I was a freak who likes to wet themselves? It's not normal. Nobody likes you. Slag. Whore. Ugly. Fat. Weirdo. Cut for me. Outsider. Die. Suddenly I felt the need to cut again reliving what's happened in the past isn't a good experience. I tried to pull myself back from the state of panic I was heading towards. When dark arms enveloped me. I crumbled. "Shh it's okay I'm here" that similar soothing voice filled my ears as Severus held me close "you don't need to do this to yourself" I cried more and more "please child, anytime you need to talk instead of cutting I'm here" this made me really mad so I shoved him away from me "you don't know anything. You don't know what it feels like. I need this" he said nothing only nodded and turned to leave me. Except on his way out he noticeably rolled up his sleeves while he had his hands behind his back revealing a maze of scars just like my own. Every few days or so we would have a similar encounter but I really wanted to see him vulnerable and desperate so I had to come up with a plan. That evening I snuck out to his office and knocked on his door "enter" came the deep voice from inside that sent pleasure running through my body. I opened the door and he seemed surprised to see who it was "professor I've had an idea" he raised his eyebrow "go on" I sat on his lap facing him "well, I thought that I need some enjoyment" I moved my hand to press just where his belt buckle was. I knew he was holding. He always does. I've watched him, usually he only goes for a wee in the morning then once again before he goes to bed unless he's obviously desperate and has to go during the day. "Hold for me" I whisper into his left ear "show me what it's like to be desperate" I whisper again pushing at his bladder with my left hand. He grunts in pain as I lay my weight onto his lower stomach. "Drink" I say passing him a mug of tea from off the desk. He doesn't protest he takes the cup and drinks it all in one go. I then refill the cup 4 more times and he takes each one willingly and by the 5th cup he's squirming underneath me "melody please I've got to..." he looks genuinely worried but I love it "oh sir come on I bet you're not even desperate." I push down again and he whimpers. My hands move and start to undo his trousers and then I pull them down to the floor revealing his white boxers with a coin sized wet spot on them "oh dear, did someone already leak a little?" I tease him then the wetness blossoms again. "hold it" I command. I pull down his boxers to reveal his prick twitching with need as a golden bead of urine forms on the top I bend down to lick it up with my tongue. I press down hard on his bladder again and watch the white hot agony flood his body as a spurt comes out. He stands up and starts pacing around his desk drops of wee seeping from his beautiful dick constantly while I watch in ore of my potions professor. "Pants on" I say breathlessly. He quietly obliges as I help raise his underwear back up while he is still leaking urine. I can now hear him under his breath saying "I need to wee, please please let me wee" it's so hot. I pull his pants back up and try to fasten them but at that moment I realise that it's his downfall. His urine bursts from the tip of his prick filling his pants and caressing the back of his legs. I run my hands up and down him while rubbing myself. "pro...professor" I say trying to catch my breath. Then it's all over. "Goodnight melody"
It began in the Dead Moon Circus tent when the Amazoness Quartet was taking a bath. Cerecere had to pee, but didn't want to admit it to her younger sisters. She tried to hold it, but her bladder ached and peeing was all she could think about. She had to go now. Seeing her sisters distracted, Cerecere sank lower into the water and relaxed, smiling and sighing in relief as her pee gushed out. The others turned suddenly as they heard bubbles and watched as the water bubbled around Cerecere and the water around them became warm. "Well, well," said Junjun. "Our most elegant sister just whizzed in the bath." Cerecere tried to keep her composure. "Well, when you have to go, you have to go." Their attention was diverted when more bubbles appeared around Pallapalla. "Pallapalla had to tinkle and our sister already went." "In that case, I'll just whiz too," said Junjun, peeing. She splashed the water at the others. "Then take this," said Vesves, adding her pee to the water and splashing it, joined by the other two. They later admitted it was fun and looked for an chance to pee like little kids again. The chance came at a coming of age ceremony. The Amazoness Quartet didn't understand why people wanted to grow up and were determined to act like kids forever. Pallapalla began to feel the need to pee. Remembering their desire to always act like kids, she came up with an idea. She just relaxed, letting her pee all out into her pants. With a stain on her front, she confronted her sisters. "Pallapalla tinkled in her pants," said Pallapalla. "She will never be a grown up." "Clever," said Cerecere. "This is how I'll prove I won't grow up." She lowered her pants, squatted over the flower pot Sailor Mars had spent organizing for the ceremony, and peed onto the flowers. "That's nothing," said Junjun. "Would a grown up ever do this?" She ran across a celing beam half naked, peeing, and the stream slid over the side and dripped down along the seats. "Looks like a lot of people will feel a little wet," said Junjun. "Allow me to add to that," said Vesves. She peed on the stairs to the stage. "When those foolish people want to be adults, it might be a little slipperly when they have to walk up." Then another failed mission passed. The audience did not contain the target they needed and they were interuptted by the Sailor Senshi. Still, the Amazoness Quartet were amused by comments that the steps and seats were wet. The Sailor Senshi had left and Chibi-Usa had stayed behind with Momoko and Kyusuke to watch the ceremony. Seeing no more interuptions, the Amazoness Quartet decided to have a little more fun. The ceremony stopped as everyone suddenly saw Cerecere swinging above them. The audience was wondering what was happening, but slience fell among them as they focused on the swinging movement. Chibi-Usa and Momoko, remembering the circus, averted their eyes. They saw Kyusuke transfixed to the swinging, reflected in his eyes. Then Cerecere threw sparkling, yellow flower petals that swirled before the crowd. Then it passed and Chibi-Usa and Momoko chanced a look at the stage as the Amazoness Quartet gathered. Cerecere kept swinging, this time, peeing off the swing, drops falling on the crowd like a gentle rainstorm. "Ah, another unique performance," said Chibi-Usa. "It's strange they would do it here," said Momoko. "Maybe it's a surprise entertement," said Chibi-Usa. She and Momoko felt the drops of Cerecere's pee and were surprised by how much like regular rain it felt. The girls enjoyed the sensation. Then Cerecere lowered herself on the stage and Junjun and Vesves swung from the curtains, their streams meeting in midair. Then they spun, making yellow circles in the air and caught the other curtain and combined their streams again. Chibi-Usa and Momoko appulded with the rest. "Even more symetrical than how the curtains were set up," said Chibi-Usa. Pallapalla then balanced on a ball, peeing just off the side, not a drop hitting the ball. Momoko watched in admiration. "Such wonderful balance." Then the Amazoness Quartet performed a series of acrobatics on swings and performed a series of jumping jumps, then spun down a pole and held on with one hand, the four streams pouring down and hitting a single spot as the audience, along with Chibi-Usa and Momoko cheered. Cerecere announced to the crowd. "Now we will perform a color illusion. But first, we do not need our clothes to get in the way." She removed all her clothes. "Don't I look so sophisticated?" Everyone agreed. The others removed their clothes as well, loudly comparing their bodies to each other, to the amusement of the crowd. "They are very brave to do that," said Chibi-Usa, to Momoko's agreement. Then the Amazoness Quartet rose above the stage and poured down four streams of pee. When they hit the ground, the streams changed color. Cerecere urinated a bright pink stream, while Pallapalla tinkled out a blue color. Junjun peed a green color as Vesves peed out in red. The audience oohed and ahhed at the sight and still Chibi-Usa and Momoko cheered the loudest. Durning the performance, Chibi-Usa and Momoko felt a need to pee. "This is really making me have to go," said Chibi-Usa. "I'd like it to continue, but I'd like a chance to go too," said Momoko. They were now sitting holding their crotches. "If you have to pee, pee," said Vesves. Chibi-Usa and Momoko were surprised to see the Amazoness Quartet standing around them, dressed again. "It's no fun to be like that and can't enjoy the show," said Vesves. "Since you'd like our show to continue, we could use a little audience participation," said Cerecere. "You two may urinate with us on stage." "Yeah, come on up and whiz alongside us," said Junjun. "It will make tinkling more fun," said Pallapalla. "I'm sure you'd like to try our pee tricks," said Vesves. "We do," said Chibi-Usa. "But we're not brave like you are." Cerecere spoke. "Perhaps you'd like to feel the mind altering effects I'm skilled with. You won;t care about anything." "No," said Momoko. "I'd rather do it of my own free will and not take the chance of being tricked into doing anything." "Then I'll do the same with Momo-chan," said Chibi-Usa. The Amazoness Quartet nodded in approval and led them on the stage. Chibi-Usa wondered what they should do first. "Anything you want," said Cerecere. "This is your show as much as it's ours. Urinate on my swing if you like." "Or tinkle without your clothes," said Pallapalla. Junjun suggested "Whiz in midair." "Pee your pants," said Vesves. "It's all about having fun and being kids." Then Chibi-Usa walked to the edge of stage and relaxed, pee emptying into her skirt and pouring over the side. She sighed in relief as Momo joined her. "Everyone's watching," said Momo in a whisper. "Don't worry about them," said Chibi-Usa. "It's just us having fun." "You're right," said Momo. They smiled and showed the stains on their clothes to the audience as they cheered. "Pallapalla will dry you up," said Pallapalla, using her magical stone to remove the stains. Then, feeling reckless, Chibi-Usa removed her clothes and Momo followed her. They peed naked, standing close together and raising an arm in the air as the crowd cheered. The Amazoness Quartet shouted, "They're cheering for you! Keep it up!" Chibi-Usa and Momo were now caught up in the fun and cheers to worry about anything else. "I want to try the swing," said Momo. Cerecere placed her in the swing and swung her over the crowd. Momo held up her dress, dropped her panties to her knees and peed, drops falling over the crowd. She smiled and waved as Chibi-Usa shouted, "Go, Momo-chan!" "I want to try the midair tricks," said Chibi-Usa. "You can both do them," said Junjun. They were brought high over the stage and Chibi-Usa was tossed into the air, making a long, golden arc as Junjun caught her and swung her back and sent Chibi-Usa spinning in midair, making a yellow circle as Cerecere caught her. At the same time, Pallapalla and Vesves tossed Momo through the air in a smilar way. Vesves announced, "Now, we will use our pee to lift our sister's ball into the air with her on it!" With Pallapalla on her ball, her sisters began peeing and staging an improvised conversation. "It seems we can urinate as much as we can with no effect," said Cerecere. "I'm whizzing as hard as I can can and it's still not lifting," said Junjun. "We need someone to pee with us," said Vesves. "Then get someone to tinkle with you," said Pallapalla. The others asked, "Who?" Catching on, Chibi-Usa and Momo ran forward, shouting, "We will help you!" They combined their streams with the others and they seemed to rise and push the ball into the air as Pallapalla peed over the side, to the cheers of many. For the grand finale, Cerecere declared they would pee in different colors again and asked if Chibi-Usa and Momo would like to join in, which they gladly accepted. "To show our gratitude for having such excellent volunteers, you may choose what color you want yours to be," said Cerecere. "Pink for me," said Chibi-Usa. "Purple for me," said Momo. "Then I'll change mine to a brighter yellow like my flowers," said Cerecere. The six girls then peed down onto the stage, making six jets of pee, each a different color. "Now for an added twist," said Cerecere. "Pallapalla, if you please." Pallapalla once more used her magic orb. "Now they have taken on a flavor that matches the color," said Cerecere. Chibi-Usa collected a bit of her now pink pee and tasted it, exclaiming, "It tastes like bubblegum!" She gave some to Momo, who drank and agreed. Momo tasted hers and said it tasted like grape and gave some to Chibi-Usa. The Amazoness Quartet then drank their own pee. Cerecere's tasted like lemonade, Pallapalla's tasted like blueberry, Junjun's tasted like melon, and Vesves' tasted like strawberry. They all took a sample of each other's pee and confirmed the taste. As they took their bows, Cerecere addressed the crowd. "Let's also have a hand for our wonderful volunteers!" Chibi-Usa and Momo stood smiling as they received the loudest cheer of all. The Amazoness Quartet shook hands with them and congratulated them. "You can urinate in such a fun way that only kids can do," said Cerecere. "Don't worry, they won't remember much afterwards." "Your tinkling helped make our show even better," said Pallapalla. "Yeah," said Junjun. "You guys can whiz like experts. Way to go!" "Let's pee together at another show again some time," said Vesves. When Kyusuke awakened, he asked what happened. "Oh, the coming of age ceremony just finished," said Chibi-Usa. "You didn't miss that much." "It wasn't that exciting," said Momo. The next day, Chibi-Usa and Momo were by themselves as they practiced their own peeing tricks and pretended to address a cheering crowd. They praticed balancing, handstands, and swinging, eager to watch and be a part of another performance. Even though Chibi-Usa suspected the Amazoness Quartet as part of the enemy, if they can just stop plotting against the Sailor Senshi long enough to put on such a fun show, that was fine with her. It wasn't her place to stop anyone from having fun. Even though she was likely peeing with the enemy along with Momo, Chibi-Usa had to admit it was a lot of fun.
Sakura walked into Tomoyo's viewing room and stood shocked at the footage Tomoyo was watching. On screen, Sakura was in her bathing suit. Tomoyo's voice followed. "Well?" Sakura on screen said, ""I have to go so bad I don't care if you watch or film me." "That's it. Just act natural," said Tomoyo. Then Sakura on screen pulled her suit aside and peed onto the grass. Sakura, watching the tape, turned to Tomoyo, also watching. "You're still watching that?" asked Sakura. "I just can't get enough of Sakura-chan sprinkling outside," said Tomoyo. "But it's a shame this is the only footage I have of you doing it." Then her eyes lit up. "Please let me film you sprinkling again!" Sakura stammered. "Hoe? Well, if you really want to. But what should I do?" "Anything and everything!" exclaimed Tomoyo. "I can film you in different positions and in all my costumes." Sakura wasn't so sure. Tomoyo continued to beg. "Please? Please? I'll do it along with you and it can be our own private fun." Sakura laughed as she saw the scene of Tomoyo peeing on camera. "Well, if it's only us, it might be alright." Tomoyo looked very happy. "Oh thank you, thank you, Sakura-chan!" She hugged Sakura close to her and Sakura hugged her back. Sakura was in her school uniform outside as Tomyo explained what she wanted. Sakura filmed Tomyo peeing so Sakura knew what position to use. Sakura nodded, already feeling the result of drinking so much juice. Tomyo rolled her camera. "Action." Sakura walked by the camera. "Ah, what a long day at school," said Sakura. Then she paused and held her crotch. "Oh, I shouldn't have drank so much juice." She did a cute pee-pee dance. "Ohh, ohh what can I do?" She noticed a tree. "Please, tree-san, I am a nice girl who has to go splashy splashy. Please lend me your protection." Then Sakura squatted down, pulling down her skirt and white panties, exposing her hairless vagina. Then, Sakura let out a powerful jet of pee that splattered the tree and made a large, foamy puddle at her feet. "Ahh," said Sakura. "Louder and longer," said Tomyo. Sakura raised her voice. "Ahhhh." She closed her eyes, immersing herself in the wonderful relief as Tomyo filmed her expressions and the huge golden stream. Once relieved, Sakura cleaned herself with a leaf and got dressed. She bowed to the tree. "Thank you, tree-san for your shelter and clean leaves. In return, I hope my gift will help you grow tall." "Cut," said Tomoyo. "That was wonderful, Sakura-chan." Soon, there was a montage of peeing in costumes filmed. Sakura, in another costume, was desperate as she fought the Watery Card. Then she pulled aside her leotard, and peed as she shouted, "Release!" as she summoned the magic to seal the card. Then dressed as a fairy, Sakura jumped through the trees, sprinking the flowers as she went. She peed while hopping in her bunny costume, let out a stream that matched the color of her yellow dress, and wet the bed in her pajamas. Tomoyo wanted something more and came up with another idea. At night, Sakura got of bed. "I'm too tired to go all the way to the bathroom." She opened her window, dropped her pajama bottoms and panties and peed out the window, the stream catching the moonlight and reflecting its silvery sheen and the stars, causing Sakura's pee to sparkle like diamonds. Then Sakura was in a waterproof costume and spoke to the camera. "What can I do? I must find a bathroom. But wait, my costume is waterproof." She looked around and seeing no one, peed into her costume. "Ah, it feels wonderful like taking a warm bath and look, my costume is keeping it from pouring out." Tomyo then said how disappointing it was she couldn't see an actual wetting, then smiled and came up with an idea. At Tomyo's mansion, Sakura was in her red and white dress, drinking a lot of tea. Then the pressure on her bladder was too much to bear. As they rehearsed, Sakura stood up and gave a cute, embarrassed look. "If you will excuse me, I must find a bathroom." She walked out the room and found the bathroom locked as they planned it. "Oh no! I must get in or I will surely wet myself." She did her pee-pee dance and crossed her legs. Then Sakura heard liquid falling and watched as Tomoyo peed her skirt, a spot growing around her crotch and pee pouring out onto the carpet as more dribbled down her bare legs. The sight and sound was too much for Sakura. She lost control and watched as her pee gushed out her crotch and dribbled down her legs into her socks and shoes. "I guess I couldn't make it," said Sakura to the camera. "I know I shouldn't be doing it like this, but the warmth spreading around me and the relief makes it feel so good." Her peeing lasted for over a minute, at which point, a huge stain on the carpet spread from her legs for a few feet. Sakura's peeing slowed. She stood up and looked at her dress and the carpet and blushed. "Well, no use crying over split milk, they say." She smiled and waved at the camera. "That was amazing, Sakura-chan!" exclaimed Tomoyo. "Your reaction, smile, and wave at the end made it all the more adorable." "I guess I got caught up in the moment," said Sakura, using the Erase Card to remove the stain. They continued, with Sakura peeing freely with her cheeleading skirt down as she twirled and threw up her baton. Also half naked, she peed as she rollerskated down the street, leaving a pee trail behind her. Then they gathered at a stream. They were in their bathing suits and both drank a lot of lemonade. Tomoyo positioned the camera at a spot in the stream and jumped in, peeing as she moved around so the water reacted how she wanted. Then she got out and explained to Sakura what she had to do. Sakura understood, hoping to get started as it was all she could do to keep from peeing right there. She was glad when Tomoyo said, "Action." The camera following her, Sakura held her crotch and crossed her legs and jumped in the water. She swam to a spot and Tomoyo aimed the camera at her and gave Sakura a thumbs up. Just as rehearsed, Sakura looked innocently around then submerged a little bit, thrusting her front to the surface. Then Sakura smiled cutely and sighed in relief as a spot of lighter water grew around her and spread out, bubbles appearing. Then Sakura swam away. She met up with Tomoyo at her place for the next shoot. "This time, I want to capture true art," said Tomoyo. "I want to film you sprinkling without any clothes on." She sensed Sakura's unsure feeling and held her hand. "Don't be afraid. It's only us and I'll undress with you." Sakura slowly agreed. In the privacy of the yard, Tomoyo took off all her clothes and let Sakura film her peeing. Then Sakura slowly took off her clothes, dropping her shorts and panties to her ankles and stepping out of them. She focused on Tomoyo, who was as naked as she would be, and pulled off her shirt. Standing naked, Sakura breathed out slowly and let her arms fall, exposing every part of her body. Slowly, she looked at the camera, smiled and waved. Tomoyo gave a sweet smile and waved back. Feeling calmer, Sakura peed onto the grass, letting Tomoyo move the camera down to film the foamy puddle she was making. Then the camera went up, filming Sakura's body and focused on her face. Sakura let her expressions of relief show, then when finished, once more smiled and waved. Tomoyo was ecstatic. "You did it, Sakura-chan! Now I have filmed true art! But I need something for a grand finale. I know! You can get Li-kun to join you. I can film a masterpiece with you two and call it Sakura and Li-kun sprinkling together as a sign of their love!" Sakura considered it as they reviewed footage of Sakura peeing with one leg up in a danty way in one dress and spun around so her skirt fluttered and her pee spun around with her in another dress. Sakura decided she would really like to pee with Sharaon on film. Sharaon was shocked at the idea. But after Sakura pleaded him to pee with her, he blushed and agreed, out of love for her. He worked hard to maintain his composure as he and Sakura, in a Chinese outfit, peed in urinals in the boys room, Sharaon focusing more on Sakura than Tomoyo covering it from every angle. Then they prepared a dating scene. When Tomoyo said, "Action," they began. "I am glad we can spend a day like this together," said Sharaon. "I am also glad I can be with you," said Sakura. "Won't you share a drink with me?" "I would love to," said Sharaon. "But not as much as I love you." He blushed. "I love you too," said Sakura. They drank for some time. At last, Sharaon stood up, fidgeting. "I have to pee." "Then go right here," said Sakura. Sharaon gave a surprised expression. "It's only us," said Sakura. "We should not let something like this separate us on our special day. If I may, I would accompany you, for I have to go too and would like to share a private moment with you as proof of my love." "Then you may," said Sharaon. They held hands and walked behind a tree and both peed standing, then playfully splashed each other with their streams. "Cut," said Tomoyo. "That was perfect, but I think we can make it better." She worked with them on a new idea. Sakura agreed, and Sharaon, though unsure, looked into Sakura's cute eyes, sighed, and agreed. They redid the scene up to drinking together. Then Sakura sat, looking uncomfortable. Sharaon knelt before her and asked, "Are you alright?" "I'm fine," said Sakura. "Maybe you should drink this," said Sharaon, slowly pouring Sakura a drink. Sakura moaned as she watched the drink pour and splash around. Blushing, she stood, dancing around. "I really have to go splashy splashy." Sharaon rose and took her hand. "Well, we can't let something like that come between us on our special day," said Sharaon. "If you like, you may pee here and I will watch over you and protect you." "As long as it's you, it's ok," said Sakura. She dropped her shorts and panties, bent down, and peed onto the grass. She was surprised when Sharaon joined her, peeing standing up and alonside her. They smiled at each other and traced a heart with their pee and signed their names. When they finished, Sharaon knelt down and wiped Sakura's vagina clean with his handkerchief. Then he helped her dress and they stood holding hands. They looked at the heart and said together, "Let this be proof of my love for you," and hugged each other. "Cut," said Tomoyo. "That was perfect. Maybe even better than the last one." "I am glad that's over," said Sharaon. "It was something special we got to do together," said Sakura. Sharaon had to agree. "Well, I'm going to edit the footage I have," said Tomoyo. "I'll leave you to enjoy the rest of you're day." She smiled and waved at them and walked off. Sakura and Sharaon agreed it was a strange it was a strange kind of video they shot, and they wondered what it would be like watching it. Sakura wasn't so sure about Sharaon seeing all the scenes of Sakura's peeing, but knew there wasn't anyone else she could show it to. "As long as it's you, it's alright." That day still some time away, Sakura and Sharaon decided not to worry about it for the moment and sat down near their heart, holding each other close as they shared a quiet day together.
Kaylee Frye applied more torque to the wrench, twisting the large nut as far is it would go. She wiped a bead of sweat off of her eyelid with her right thumb, leaning back and bouncing on her heel. “Gorram plumbing,” she whispered to herself. “Survives a hundred escapes from a thousand Feds, but one 小和愚蠢 asteroid knocks all the pipes loose...” She heard the hiss of a door sliding open behind her, and she looked over her shoulder to see Malcolm Reynolds standing in the doorway. “How's it coming along?” he asked. “We need it workin' before we can enter atmo, Alliance scans will notice a damaged system and it'll draw unneeded attention.” “Everything's shiny over here, Captain,” Kaylee said. “I already replaced the cracked pipe, Jayne and Zoe handled the hull damage. All's I have left to do is seal up the hole in the floor here. Only problem is I've got to pee 像马 and the toilet water needs some time to go down-AAH!” Kaylee fell back as the heavy cracked pipe slid on the flat steel floor, crashing into her left arm and knocking her sprawling. Mal was next to her instantly, grasping at her arm, which was bleeding freely. “Well that's not good,” he mumbled in his signature stoic tone that always accompanied his hidden anxiety. “Let's get you to Simon. Wash!” he shouted suddenly into the nearest intercom. “What is it?” their pilot's voice called back to them from the device, seconds later. “Kaylee's hurt, I'm taking her to the kid. Pipes are fixed but the bathroom floor is still 真的搞砸了. Maybe Jayne and Zoe can handle it?” There was a buzz of static. “I'll see what I can do. Just take care of Kaylee.” Mal pulled off his thick brown coat and wrapped it around Kaylee's bleeding arm as he tugged her along. “I can, walk” Kaylee blurted out as she stumbled through the halls. “Sorry, sorry,” Mal said, releasing her arm. “That asteroid impact made me all protective of my mechanic. Just hold the shirt there.” Soon they were at the medbay, and Simon was nowhere to be seen. “He's probably with River. I'll find him and send him right here.” “Thanks,” Kaylee said, smiling at Mal. The captain walked around a corner and out of sight, and Kaylee immediately leaned forwards, clenching both fists and pressing her uninjured hand between her legs. “噢，我的上帝，I have to pee right now,” she cried. Her eyes immediately shifted to the medbay sink. I can't do that...this is Simon's doctorin' room, it has to stay all clean. Maybe I can find an empty zipper bag, piss in there and hide it in my pants... Before she could do any such thing, Simon Tamm stepped into the small area, looking worriedly at Kaylee. She felt herself blush immediately, and she quickly pulled her hand out from her privates. Simon Tamm, the smart and stupid doctor, she thought. He could probably reattach a man's head but he can't figure out that I just want him to put his thing in my thing. It ain't that hard. “Are you alright, Kaylee?” he asked slowly as he pulled on his white medical gloves. “Mal was acting like your arm was coming off.” “It ain't nothin' like that,” Kaylee said softly. “Just a cracked pipe done cut me good. It's prob'ly gonna need some stitchin'.” Simon stepped towards her and grasped Mal's coat, lowering it off of her arm. “It's not even that bad. A little B-Gel and you will be as good as new. He opened a cabinet over the sink she wished she had just relieved herself in when she had the chance, and he pulled out a long, grey tube with Chinese writing on it. He grasped a tab half way down the tube, pulling it open. A solid bar of some stone-like blue material fell into Simon's hand, and he grasped it at one end. “Ever feel B-Gel on your skin before?” Simon asked. Kaylee shook her head, staring tentatively at the strange medicine. Simon walked around her and held her arm still against the bed. He raised the blue bar and pushed it hard against the cut, and the arm immediately went numb and limp. It startled Kaylee so much that she couldn't stop a small leak from escaping her throbbing privates. She trusted her thick mechanic's pants to hide it, and she tried to hold her legs closer together. The pain in her arm was completely gone, and she leaned over to look at the wound. A puffy line of blue foam was drawn over the long cut, and no blood could be seen falling from it. “That's the end of that,” Simon announced with a smile. “The foam will fall off in about forty-eight hours. However, I'm sure the pipe that cut you was rusted. I would like to have a look at you with the blood scanner, to make sure there is no trace of tetanus or worse making it's way through your body, considering it was a bathroom pipe. Please remove your shirt.” “No!” Kaylee snapped, louder than she really needed to. “You want to see my bits and pieces, you're going to have to earn it the old fashioned way,” she finished, her indignant glare turning into a sly grin. “Don't be immature,” Simon breathed. “I saw a whole lot more than your chest when I was patching your stomach wound my first day on this boat, and the scanner can't see through clothes. Or would you rather die from a horrible infection?” Kaylee sighed. “Fine,” she conceded. She used her uninjured arm to tug the loose tanktop off, setting it on the gurney next to her. “Does the bra stay on, or will it 'constrict the bloodflow' or some other 废话?” Simon just smiled at her. “It can stay on. The only spot that matters is the area around the cut. Lay back and relax.” If I relax, I'll flood this ruttin' room, Kaylee thought angrily. She tensed up as she leaned back on the hard hospital bed, looking up into the white light that illuminated the small room. She heard wheels turning and plastic hitting plastic, and soon a long, glass sheet was positioned over her body, suspended by a grey, plastic rectangle of a machine with a number of screens on it. She knew better than to bother asking about the equipment. She could fix a ship in her sleep, but Simon's tools were far beyond her grasp. A line of red light formed on the glass, and slowly moved over her body. “What in the 'Verse is that,” Simon gasped out suddenly. Kaylee's eyes went wide, and she turned her head to the doctor. “What is it? Do I have tetatus?” “Tetanus,” Simon corrected her quickly. “And no, you're fine, but Kaylee, why didn't you say something? Your bladder is containing over one and a half liters of fluid. You must be in such pain, I have bedpans you could use...” “No, it's alright!” Kaylee said quickly, her face as red as a dying star now. She launched into a breathless tirade of excuses. “Sometimes I have to spend hours in the engine room and it's hot in there and I drink a lot and I get really desperate but I also got good at holding it in since I hate doing it in a bucket when I can't leave the engine and yes I'm really full but I can wait until I get back to the toilets-” Simon placed a hand on her uninjured shoulder, and she fell silent, looking down at her feet. “I'm so embarrassed, I didn't know that machine would see me there...” “It's alright, Kaylee,” Simon said softly. “I should have seen it myself, honestly. You look almost pregnant.” Kaylee squinted at her belly, and she saw that it was indeed bulging out over the waistband of her pants. “I do really have to go,” she whispered. “I guess I should head back towards the toilets and hope to hell that they've fixed up the floor already.” She rotated and stood, grasping her shirt. “Er,” she started. “My arm is kinda useless right now. Think you could help me get the shirt back on?” “Eh? Oh, yes, here...” Simon stumbled forwards and grasped the thin fabric, pulling it open and sliding it over her head. She wiggled into it, and he navigated her limp arm into place. She noticed that Simon looked very flustered. His eyes were staring through her, and his legs were stiff. “Thanks,” she said, giving him a curious glance. Her bladder demanded her attention far more than he did, so she turned and strode away. ******************* It was five minutes later that Kaylee barged back into the medbay, startling Simon so badly that he nearly knocked over the blood scanner. “Kaylee, what's the matter? Did the foam come off?” “Nnnoooo,” she groaned. “I can't...I can't unzip with this ruttin, GORRAM, 愚蠢无用他妈的 ARM!” Simon blinked at her, his face stoney. “Did you ask Inara for help? Or Zoe?” “They're both upstairs...if I tried to climb the ladder with one arm I'm sure I would wet myself, and if I use the intercom, everyone would hear...Jayne would never let me know the end of it. Simon, you...you have to help me.” “You really- Do you want- What should I- Will you go-” “NOW!” Kaylee shouted. Simon lurched forwards silently and grasped the front of her pants, quickly unbuttoning them and sliding the zipper all the way down. The thick pants fell to the ground. Simon stepped back, staring at Kaylee. She was wearing well-fitted light blue boy shorts, and there was an obvious wet spot between her quivering legs. She was looking down, as if that would somehow protect her dignity. And then she looked up, just a little. Enough to see the cause of Simon's strange behavior. Even through his black slacks, the great bulge of his man parts was very obvious. And despite her desperation and shame, it suddenly hit her. Why after all this time, Simon had always been able to hold himself back to her. She had never shown him what he truly wanted to see. “The, the bedpan, or do you want...I should take you, bathroom?” He could barely speak, and she finally understood why. “This is how you get your jollies,” she whispered to him. He froze. “I can stick my chest in your face, flirt with you for days, and you always managed to get away from me. I heard 'bout people like you, back when I lived planetside. People who love watchin' girls squirm 'round and hold themselves. But you would never tell anyone that, would you? It's weird, and wrong, and dirty.” “Kaylee, no. What are you on about? I just...” Kaylee stepped towards him and kissed him without a second thought. “Why couldn't you have just told me, you 幼稚白痴? I'd have held myself for you any time, if it meant we could finally be together. You never had to hide this from me.” “I was afraid,” Simon said, finally finding his words again. “I was afraid that if I fell in love with you, and you found this out about me, that you would think me a disgusting freak. I would rather have had you only as a friend than have you think of me that way.” “Who the hell do you think I am?” Kaylee breathed. “If you want to stick it in somethin' simple-like, talk to Inara. I'm the craziest person you'll find on this ship, and that includes River. There ain't no use talking about it anymore. I know, and I understand.” Simon grabbed Kaylee's head between his hands and pulled her in, kissing her for a long, long time. She struggled to get her legs under her, and Simon stared at the front of her thin panties. The wet spot had grown, covering the whole crotch now. She slid them off and tossed them into the sink, and then she was sitting on the hospital bed with her legs spread. Simon struggled with his belt, and she moaned in frustration at him. Finally, the pants fell and he leaned into her already slick hole. Kaylee grasped Simon's hair with her working arm, and she was just really getting the rhythm down less than two minutes later when Simon suddenly went stiff. Kaylee looked down in surprise as he pulled out of her, his eyes closed and his arms stiff. A second later, he came across her stomach and chest. “What the hell was that?” Kaylee groaned. “We weren't at it for two ruttin' minutes!” Simon's face was effectively a tomato now. “I'm sorry. I've...I've never done this before.” Kaylee blinked. “Oh my god. I guess I'm not that surprised. Oh 圣他妈的 I've got to go NOW. At least when you were in there, you were kind of helping me keep it in.” She stumbled to her feet and pulled her pants back on, and Simon pulled the zipper as far as it would go over her bulging bladder. She hobbled from the room and down the hallway towards the toilets, with Simon right behind her. “Oh, no...” Jayne and Zoe's voices could be heard from the bathroom, as well as the sounds of drills. “What are we going to do now?” Simon asked. But Kaylee's body had already answered for him. He looked down as he heard the hiss, and her dark green pants became much darker as she burst through the fabric. She shook every few seconds, her legs slightly spread and her eyes closed in relief. Simon placed both arms around her, one over her belly and the other between her legs, feeling the warm liquid surging out of her. She leaned against him with her head on his chest, and he slowly kissed her neck as she continued to relieve herself. “It feels so good,” she said. “I haven't had to go anywhere near that badly since I went to that ball with Mal. If he hadn't gotten in a fight and cut our night short, I would have wet the floor under my dress. There were no toilets anywhere, I have no idea how everyone else stayed dry.” Simon just guided her back to the medbay. She sat down as he pushed a small red button on the wall, and the door leading to the rest of the ship slid closed. “It's only supposed to be used in case of a contagious disease,” Simon said. “I'll tell them it's malfunctioning right now, and then we'll say you fixed it after I get done cleaning up your accident.” He reached into another cabinet and pulled out a set of scrubs and an empty grey bag. “Put these on, and put your wet clothes in the bag. I'll get you safely back to your room and nobody will be any wiser. I smuggled my sister out of a maximum-security Alliance facility, I think I can smuggle a girl to her room after she wet herself. Tell me, will we be doing this again?” “Definitely,” Kaylee whispered, smiling up at him. “With enough practice, we might be able to get you to last three minutes.” Simon sighed as he pulled a pile of towels out from under the sink. “Next time, I'll make sure you're the one who gets off in under two minutes. My education in the workings of the human body will likely help me with that.” Kaylee stood up and kissed him again, gently and lovingly. “We'll see.” *************** As always, thanks for reading. Inara, Zoe, and Saffron should be coming soon :-) Edited June 25, 2015 by Bulge_Lover (see edit history)
I was cleaning out some of my documents and found this. I never got around to uploading it because it was meant to be my take on a "Wet Note" story line, before I abandoned it. Fortunately it still functions as a decent one shot (I hope). Sara Buckley fastened her long legs together as she hunched over her desk. Long strands of her light brown hair cascaded to her desk top as she emitted short rapid breaths. Tears welled up in her eyes as she played her final trump card. The young brunette slipped her left hand into her lap and applied pressure to her crotch as she slowly straightened her posture. She relaxed her left hand and attempted to appear as nonchalant as possible as her right hand slowly drifted into the air. “Mr. William?” Her voice alluded to the desperation thinly veiled behind her poor façade. “Yes, Ms. Buckley?” The middle aged man asked cooly from behind his computer monitor. Sara paused a beat, taking a small breath before speaking. “May I use the restroom?” She asked, her voice trembling. The teacher sighed audibly before turning to look at her. “Sara, how old are you?” “Seventeen.” Sara blushed as all the attention was on her. Her thighs pressed together with crushing strength. She could feel the pent up pee burning at the edge of her urethra, begging for release. It took all her power to keep from wetting herself at that moment, but her strength was failing. Beads of sweat collected on her furrowed brow as well as along her thighs. Her sphincter muscles ached profoundly, along with her bloated bladder that had begun to feel like she swallowed a cannon ball. She dug her finger nails into her trembling sighs as she waited her teacher’s answer. “Seventeen, alright… So are you telling me that you, a seventeen year old honor roll student, are incapable of controlling your bodily functions?” For a moment Sarah’s resolve failed and a sudden gush of hot liquid spilled into her underwear. Her panties quickly seeped up the warm fluid and kept the warmth localized to her crotch. The sensation only proved to tease Sara’s body at relief, making it difficult to resist the urge to just let go. Sarah’s ears burned as she made a final plea. “Please…” She mumbled softly. Mr. William rolled his eyes. “No, the next break is in five minutes. I trust you can hold on that long and utilize your break responsibly?” Without waiting for an answer the teacher returned to his computer, ignoring the snickers he elicited from the class. “No.” Sarah thought despairingly. The disappointment was too much for her and her hold faltered. The golden liquid began to dribble out and roll between her legs. Sara’s eyes went wide in realization as she attempted to stem the flow but her muscles didn’t respond. They were too sore, and defeat took over. Sara shut her eyes and bowed her head as the trickle of pee tickled her flesh as it ran down her taint and began to saturate her butt cheeks. The hot liquid soaked the butt of her skinny jeans and slowly pooled on the seat of her chair. The urethra was not the only orifice on Sara that secreted liquid, however, and soon tears began to roll down her cheeks. She bit her lip in an attempt to stifle a sob as the flow of the pee turned into a torrent of golden liquid. The crotch of Sara’s jeans nearly instantaneously developed a glistening dark patch along with her inner thighs as the small puddle in her seat began to lap against her legs. A faint hiss was barely audible as the puddle extended to the limits of her chair and the liquid warmth soaked the back of thighs and butts. Finally the pool of urine could no longer be contained by the chair and thin golden streams cascaded to the floor. The splatter of liquid trickling to the floor was deafening and in an instant the entire class was aware of Sara’s situation. Sara kept her eyes shut tight as her cheeks took on a bright red hue, still being washed over by a steady flow of tears. Her body shuddered as she fought back sobs. She remained silent as her bladder emptied, the streams drizzling from her chair formed their own miniature puddles on the tile floor beneath her. The relief almost outweighed the embarrassment as the last drops of pee joined the puddle on her chair and her body relaxed for a moment. Sara panted a couple of times and slowly opened her eyes to find Mr. William staring at her in disbelief. “Did… did you seriously just pee all over your seat?” He tried to keep his voice even, but his anger was evident. “I’m sorry…” Sara mumbled as she hung her head. “Just… just go to the office.” He grumbled through grit teeth. “Yes sir.” Sara sighed, utterly dejected. I would just like to point out that I am not out of the writing game as of current. I am working on a few projects and trying to decide which one I would most like to focus on at the moment. (Unfortunately I ran into a rather ridiculous case of writer's block on my Batgirl/Supergirl story and haven't moved passed it). Still, hopefully you will see more from me soon.
Apparently a double feature! I guess I meant to write a Wet Note story multiple times. I honestly forgot about this one. I intended for this story line to parallel the actually Death Note story line. This can’t be happening! Lilith pleaded as the second hand inched its way around the clock. The beautiful brunette teenager tried to be discreet about her situation as she intertwined her long silky legs in an attempt to appease her full bladder. Her sea green eyes never strayed from the clock as it ticked away ever so slowly. Her swollen abdomen ached as her bladder threatened to give out. Doing anything drastic wouldn’t go unnoticed as it wasn’t uncommon for the boys in Lilith’s class to spare her a few lustful glances, after all she was one of the most beautiful and popular girls at Asphodel Prep. When does a blessing become a curse? She mused bitterly, longing to bury her hands into her red plaid skirt. She settled for chewing on the inside of her cheeks as the last five minutes of class slowly ticked away. The incessant tick tocks began to drive her mad as she desperately pleaded with some time god to fast forward her to a point in time where she could access a bathroom. No such blessing came about, and Lilith could only hope her bladder would stay strong. The brunette girl was embarrassed just to be in the situation she was in. The last time Lilith had been so vulnerable she had been sentenced to detention in first grade. Her very unprofessional teacher left her locked in a room for all of recess, resulting in a very messy accident. Lilith shuddered at the thought of a repeat and returned her focus to the clock. The final minute seemingly took an eternity. Her tightly woven legs began to tremble as she felt as if urine began to collect at the end of her urethra. She was glad she had already put away her supplies because her hand was shaking far too much to do anything useful. Her pink nails began to dance across her desk as her free hand fell to her side and began to rub her thigh. A sudden wave of desperation caused her to clench her hand tightly on to her thigh, pinching her skin. Her right foot began to tap rhythmically on the ground while the black high heel dangled precariously from the toes of her left foot which was suspended due to her left leg being wrapped around her right leg. Somehow she managed to look slightly casual. At least she looked casual enough for the homecoming king to give her a wink and smile. Lilith managed to smile back despite her struggle. She was snapped back to her dilemma when the high pitched screech of the electronic bell sounded. The sudden alarm startled her, releasing a spurt of urine into her panties. She winced but slowly rose to her feet. Her legs trembled and threatened to give out, not for the first time she found herself loathing the high heel requirement for girls. Nevertheless she carefully slung her bag over her shoulder, careful not to mess the collar of her white button down shirt and straightened her tie as she impatiently waited for the kids blocking her passage to move. Lilith found the hallways no less frustrating as crowds of kids either lingered in large groups or moved painstakingly slow. Lilith pressed on, however; her gait was awkward. Her thighs pressed tightly together in between steps and when she did take a step they were frantic and clumsy. She scrambled through the halls, occasionally resorting to shoving through the hordes of fellow students as she made her way towards the bathroom. Meanwhile her bladder wasn’t giving her any relief. Her usually flat stomach was visibly swollen, something Lilith was well aware of due to the constant ache her lower abdomen granted. Lilith went from frantic and clumsy scrambling to outright hobbling as her need to urinate only grew in intensity. Her urethra seemed to burn with pent up urine and a few drops found their way into her already moist panties. She cringed once more but continued onwards. Her bladder began to feel like daggers stabbing into her belly as pee sloshed around inside of it. She began to find herself growing weak as she saw the entrance to the girls bathroom only a few yards away. Unfortunately for Lilith pee dribbled from her urethra. Her panties grew more and more damp as droplets added to her panties modest collection. Lilith whimpered softly as drops had begun to roll down her thighs. Only three lockers away from the bathroom she lost her balance. Both her legs went opposite directions and she crashed onto her butt. Her skirt splayed out around her as the sound of trickling water was faintly heard. Lilith was confused for a moment, dumbstruck by her fall until the scent of ammonia filled the air. Lilith blushed as she grew aware of the sensation of hot liquid seeping from her crotch and streaming to the ground. Instinctively both hands shot to her crotch as she tried to stem the flow of pee. A dark glistening patch began to form on the front of her skirt where her hands pressed into her lap. A small puddle formed on the fabric as the wet patch spread and a small puddle of hot urine rippled beneath the cover of her skirt. Lilith felt tears run down her face as the flow increased and the pattering of urine grew apparent to the other kids who quickly understood the situation. Lilith bowed her head as her fingers grew soaked by the golden liquid spraying out of her urethra. The golden puddle expanded beneath her, soaking her thighs as well as her butt in the warm urine. Lilith began to sob as the puddle showed no sign of stopping and began to spread out of her skirt, visible to the crowd of kids watching her predicament. The sound of splattering water was quickly drowned out by immense laughter as the entire hall watched Lilith’s accident occur. Lilith wanted to die as the entire front of her skirt became soaked with the urine. The back of her thighs and her butt were saturated by the warm pee that was beginning to cool as the flow slowed to a dribble. Finally Lilith was left only sitting in the puddle of her own pee. Past homecoming queen, future valedictorian, former captain of the tennis team… it all means nothing now. Now I’m just the girl who peed her pants. Lilith wanted nothing more than to curl up into a ball and die, but instead she simply rose to her feet and slowly made her way to the nurse’s office. Lilith blushed deeply as she sat atop a towel placed on the bench outside of the nurse’s office. Her urine soaked panties and skirt had grown cold as she waited for her mother to pick her up. A few students occasionally passed her by with a few snickers when they realized why she was wet. Lilith looked up as a figure blocked stood in front of her. It was a tall girl, blonde and gorgeous. “Hey Lilith Yaga-pee.” “Clever.” Lilith grumbled as she gazed at the cheer captain, Amelia “Milly” Ross. “So, I guess I will be winning prom queen by default now.” She smirked. “It would appear so.” Appearances can be deceiving Milly. I will find a way on top. “Lilith.” A tall man dressed in a police uniform called “Dad…” Lilith replied as she hung her head and approached her father. She was utterly mortified that not only had she peed herself but she also forced her dad to come and pick her up from school while he was on duty. She only hoped she wouldn’t have to sit next to a criminal in her urine soaked clothes. Thankfully she made her way home without incident. “Are you OK?” Her father asked. “Yes, Just humiliated.” Lilith admitted. “I’m sorry.” He chuckled. “Honestly I have no idea what to say to you. I don’t feel like punishing you about this but I can’t really tell you it’s not your fault.” “It’s OK dad.” Lilith blushed, wanting to get this conversation over as soon as possible. She didn’t wait for a reply as she emerged from the vehicle and raced off towards her room, pushing past her mom as she entered her room, ignoring the piece of paper that fell to the ground as she opened the door. She simply gathered a change of clothes before rushing from her room and entering the bathroom.
(Preface: If you have the choice, use the PDF version of the file. It looks better.) Emotions, Tonight, and Tomorrow.pdf Bloody hell, this is probably the most lewd thing I’ve written in...uh, ever, quite likely. I guess I’m going to have to tell you the setting straight-up. That’s annoying. In case it wasn’t obvious, this is a fanfiction of Near from Death Note. I wrote this with the intention of having this as a scene in a separate story I was writing. The premise was that someone in Wammy’s house (if any of these references go over your head, don’t worry too much about it) had done something to disable the plumbing as a practical joke, and Near was asked to find the one who did it. There are some things that aren’t explained here that were fully explained in the full version, but that’s not even remotely ready to be posted, and might not for a while. I wrote this far in advance and thought “to hell with it, I’ll post”. So, enjoy, I guess? -Weaver Near entered his room, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, and shut the door, keeping his legs pressed tight together and bending forward a little, his loose fitting pyjamas stretched tight over his bladder, which bulged out from his stomach more than he could have thought possible. There’s no doubt in my mind that I’m going to catch the culprit behind tampering with the plumbing, but I have serious doubts on how long I can hold it in. I won’t be able to wait until the plumbing is operational again, I can tell that much. The albino's bladder was pulsing and trembling with the effort of holding it all in. He bit his lip, turning back around and lying down in his bed with the sound of plastic crinkling, noting the instant relief in pressure now that gravity wasn’t working against him. He still desperately needed to go, but it was manageable, and in waves now instead of a constant overwhelming pressure. He laid on his side, breathing deeply to calm his heart rate, crossing his legs under his sheets and slipping a hand between his thighs — not pressing down on his crotch, not yet, but it was comfortable. It was a reassurance. After a few minutes of this, his bladder seemed to calm, the contractions and trembling ceasing. Near relaxed a bit, acknowledging how tired he was, and letting his eyes slip closed. His bladder felt so full and heavy, and pulsed in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant. It also made him seem warmer than usual, in a way that made him oddly sleepy. His free hand drifted to his front, feeling how hard and full his bladder was, bulging out from him. He could honestly say that he would be content to stay like this for a while. He shifted a little and pulled the blanket up a bit further, deciding that it wouldn't hurt to go to sleep for a little bit. His bladder wasn't bothering him that much anymore, so he didn't have that distracting him. Near awoke roughly four hours later, squirming desperately. The hand that had been comfortably clasped in his thighs now pressing hard into his crotch. He groaned audibly, twisting his legs together and scrunching his eyes closed again. He was still so tired. His bladder throbbed, seemingly bulging further out than before, if that was possible. His close-fitting briefs and even his pyjama trousers were cutting into his bladder painfully, increasing the already extreme pressure to an almost unmanageable level. Near whimpered a little bit, his sleep-addled mind seeming to work at half-capacity, adjusting his pants and trousers so that they weren't cutting in as much, and rolled over so he was facing his door, intending to get up and go to the bathroom, wondering why he had to go so bad. Then he remembered. The plumbing. The prank. The lack of bathrooms. Oh no. Near bit his lip so hard he almost drew blood. He had to go so bad he could hardly think of anything else. And worse too, he remembered, if he tried to get up, the need would only get much worse. And Near wouldn't be able to handle ‘much worse’. This isn’t good. Near’s thoughts were a jumbled mess, a mixture of half-formed contingencies and panicked thoughts. He broke into a cold sweat, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he held himself with both hands, his legs crossed so tight they were starting to go numb. What am I going to do? I can’t hold it in any longer... His breath came in gasps, tears starting to run down onto his pillow. Maybe I could...but I don’t have any receptacles, that isn’t an option. Oh lord. Near was shaking, his heart beating like he was in a marathon. A-a towel? But I’d have to make it all the way to the bathroom for that, and I can’t make it that far. Oh god, I can’t hold it, what am I going to do? The room seemed to be spinning around him, blurred with tears. He felt so small – more than ever before. He was being defeated by simple human functions. His emotionless façade was in fragments. The world felt like it was spinning out of control, and over what? Near buried his face into his pillow, not even noticing that he was whimpering audibly as he felt a warmth on his hands. I can’t hold it, oh god, I can’t hold it any longer. A single spurt wormed its way past Near’s grip, soaking into his pyjamas and creating a small damp patch on his crotch. Near bit down on his lip until he tasted copper, squirming more and moaning. He couldn’t continue fighting like this. There was no real reward, no real end to his suffering. Another, longer spurt pushed its way out of his bladder. His muscles were starting to give up. Near’s pillow was starting to become wet with tears, and he drew another deep shuddering breath as his hands squeezed at his crotch as hard as he could manage. All this effort, all this pain. All for nothing. Tears started to run down his face with increasing frequency, his breathing shuddering and gasping as his bladder gave a powerful lurch and he felt his last vestiges of control slip away. Near moaned softly in pain. It was just too much to handle. It started small – a slow, wavering stream that he was able to stop a couple of times, slowly increasing in force. Near pulled his hands away from his crotch turning himself so that he faced into the mattress, crossing his arms below his pillow as he shoved his face into it. Near’s white pyjama trousers soaked through within seconds, the hot liquid seeping into his sheets and starting to spread outward, soaking up through his shirt and down towards his knees. He shuddered a bit in relief, his legs, still tightly crossed, starting to loosen, quivering with the effort he was still putting forth trying to hold back. Momentarily though, he just ceased caring. The damage was done. He uncrossed his legs, his muscles fully giving in. The hard, painful, bulging ball that was his bladder finally started to loosen as he moved onto his side again, curling into a ball and wrapping his arms around his knees. He didn’t even care that his arms were getting soaked in urine. The fluids flowed into his sheets quickly now, spreading outward and starting to soak into the blanket he had wrapped around him. His formerly white pyjamas became translucent wherever his urine soaked in, showing his pale skin beneath. After over a minute of constantly voiding at full-force, Near’s bladder was finally empty. Empty, and aching a bit from being forced to hold so much for so long. By this point, Near was lying in quite the large puddle, extending over a third of a metre past both his front and back, and reaching from where he had his feet curled all the way to his shoulders. Every small movement Near made came with the sound of liquid moving beneath him. Near felt sick, though. He’d lost control of his bladder. He’d voided – to hell with it, he’d wet the bed while fully conscious. He’d utterly wet his pants without being able to stop it. Near’s body shook, eliciting the sound of liquid moving beneath him again. His breathing started coming in gasps again, and he grit his teeth. His whole body felt like it was in flames. He felt light-headed and dizzy. Most think of Near as an emotionless person. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’m going to find them. I’m going to find them, and I will make sure they’re expelled from Wammy’s. But tonight, Near let his emotions take over. Tonight, Near cried.
((An Omorashi centering around the titular character of the Professor Layton video game series... Professor Layton himself. I wrote this, inspired by a friend of mine on dA, who is here somewhere! So, enjoy.)) ~ It was eleven forty five. Hershel Layton was not entirely sure he was looking forward to this incoming study session but-- so be it. His heart thudding, he took a deep gulp of the steaming tea left on the desk and hummed, sitting back comfortably at last. <i>No,</i> he lightly scolded himself, <i>this will be fine. Rosetta is just the more enthusiastic of my students and is eager to learn.</i> At twenty five minutes past twelve, Rosetta skipped up the stone steps of the door to the Professor's apartment, one single book nestled to her bosom (not that she had any intention of studying; but whatever would win her beloved over...) She knocked on the door. The Professor, teacup empty, stood up. He was all too aware of the slightest warmth-- that tea, already?-- nestling comfortably into his bladder. He paused, and immediately his mind drifted to that of the toilet. He didn't entirely want to get himself into a <i>situation</i>, per se, especially not in front of his students. The mere thought of having to excuse himself for a moment of relief brought a blush to his cheeks. Situation settled, he brushed the thought away and went to the door. "Ah, Rosetta." His voice was warm and velvety, not a hint of worry. "I'm glad to see you. Do come in." Rosetta was eager, to say the least. Her laugh was breathy, floaty (and forced!) and no sooner had he got to the word "come" in his sentence, she stepped up to him. <i>Close enough,</i> she noted, <i>to take in the scent he carried so beautifully with him. Rooibos tea and lavender. Lovely.</i> The two entered the Professor's home, only to be greeted by Luke, holding out a tea tray, zooming to their feet. "Rosetta. This is Luke." The Professor started, with a small unsure tug of his shirt collar. He had a feeling that Luke was going to become a frequent fixture of this study session, if only due to his extremely... <i>overprotective</i>? nature when it came to Layton's meetings with this girl. The two got quickly settled down together on Layton's couch. Quickly Layton forced through the pressure increasing in his bladder, trying to take his mind off of it. "Yes, ah, Rosetta.." He smiled serenely, "How is your homework doing? Remind me what you were basing your paper on...?" Rosetta did not want to waste any of this precious hour chatting like so. "Actually.." Silkily, she twisted forward. "I had a draft of the paper. Here.." Layton relaxed slightly. Only then, Rosetta was leaning in closer to him, so close that the scent of her strong perfume swarmed his nostrils. With her free hand she appeared to be fiddling with her chest; Layton could only wonder why she'd keep paper in a place such as that... Then realised. <i>Oh</i>. Panic. Much panic. "Rosetta..." He stuttered unsurely, squirming.. He coughed loudly. <i>Luke! Where are you! Help!</i> "Professor!" Luke squeaked. He rattled, trying to hurry. There was commotion! " 'fessor!" Finally, Luke burst in. "Would you like tea?" Rosetta and Hershel yanked apart, the Professor breathing out silently. A wash of relief swam over him... Then a tinge of bitterness; it was nothing like the relief his bladder screamed for. Luke sure did save a situation. Rosetta scowled. <i>Blasted child, got in the way. She'd get him back...</i> Hershel paused and closed his eyes, his bladder trembling as the need for relief became a little more pressing. He hummed unsurely-- "L-Luke.. I really don't feel--" Rosetta cut in for him. "Tea? Oh! Yes please, Luke darlin'.." The familiar rattle of the tea tray sang in his ears and Hershel halted slightly, as the full feeling of his bladder pulsed. He bit his lip, shifting and rustling, finding a position that made the spiking pain in his bladder dull and still. Luke made quick work of preparing a cup of tea; Earl Grey this time, taken from the rainbow of teas in the cupboard. He poured shakily, carefully, tongue out in concentration. Layton watched him carefully, a weak smile passing his lips. The spill of tea meeting teacup was quiet but striking to the elder's ears, reminding his bladder so painfully of what he had to do. Liquid splashing so, made his own bladder contract painfully and Hershel had to retreat back into the brim of his hat and bite back an unusually throaty grunt of humiliation when his legs twitched and muscles throbbed. He was sat back for so long that the sound of tea roaring became part of his imagination; Luke had finished and Rosetta was nursing the cup in her hands. "That wasn't very nice." Rosetta commented. "M-mm?" Hershel blinked, tearing himself back to reality with a bladder pulsing hiss. He began to tap his leg just slightly; squeeze it just so, rippling the waves of pain in his bladder. He sniffed, but remained calm. It came across as a casual movement (he assumed) therefore he had nothing to worry about. "You didn't say thank you to the poor boy." Rosetta stirred the sugar cube within the tea. Hershel felt oddly vulnerable at this moment in time, his mouth dry, incapable of speech. He gulped. Rosetta was boring into him. "Er.." "Say thank you." Rosetta smirked, "or this drink will be settling comfortably in your stomach in less than fifteen seconds." She was not stupid; she knew what pure desperation looked like. She delighted in the fact that Hershel visibly shrank, and said 'thank you' to his apprentice in one breath, and swiftly changed the subject to Cornwall. Luke poked his head around the door shortly after the momentary loss of composure, and Hershel didn't even have to ask what he was going to say. "N-no thank you, Luke." He panted, softly. "I'm.." His voice trailed to a mortified squeak, and again came the brim-of-hat disappearing act. "...I'm very full of tea, right now." He didn't even have to take his eyes away from the darkness of his hat to <i>know</i> how much he had drank. It wasn't even what Layton could call a <i>boastful</i> amount of tea; but even the thought of Luke pouring another cup of tea right now, right there, caused his bladder to cripple and contract. He had to rearrange himself on the seat and hold himself at the waist, his fingers only pushing harder at the pressure. Rosetta hummed, eyeing up the Prof. "Actually, Luke love. Plonk that teapot right here." She patted her knee. "...Maybe I can get the Professor to teach me to make some tea?" The Professor couldn't help a chill running down his spine and he awkwardly twisted, legs holding this painful searing water balloon weakly. "Rosetta," he breathed, hiding his agony, "I-I don't feel like I could a-accurately teach you that right now." He admitted. Rosetta giggled and carefully placed the pot next to her. "Oh, Prof. That's fine!" She said breezily, and went back to talking about Cornwall, the Professor fighting a losing battle. There was, eventually, a lull in conversation. The atmosphere in the room reduced to Layton's favourite; so peaceful that he could hear a pin drop. But not today. Layton's abdomen was <i>on fire</i>, he swore of it. His bladder was plagued by Rosetta's talk of water, the many teacups piling into the room, the liquid spilling into his bladder; all of it. And in the silence of the room; his body tense, but hunched, meant he could <i>hear</i> every little slosh the liquid in his bladder made as he fidgeted and trembled with increasing worry. His knee was now desperately shaking, the lines of his muscles popped into his legs, rigid and tight. Even his hand was now trembling, getting <i>so close</i> to holding himself by now. Hershel was only thankful that the brim of his hat and the murky tears of embarrassment pearled at the corners of his eyes, prevented him from seeing his pupil's reaction, whatever it may be. Hershel took a deep breath, bladder shuddering. His promise to himself was that he could only hold himself in such a place if his stream was escaping down his legs. It was still silent until an unusually deafening <i>clank</i> tore him to attention. The rush of running water swam through his ears. The... that was the.. t-to-- Hershel choked on a sob and ducked over, contorting into an even smaller ball as a new swarm of desperation crashed into him. "Ahem." Rosetta smirked. Hershel gasped and threw himself upwards, causing the slightest spurt to burst out against his trousers. He fumbled messily with his trousers, looking up at her smally. His eyes were damp with tears and his cheeks were streaked with embarrassment. "Sorry." He whimpered at last, straightening up, though his composure was obviously shot to pieces. "That's fine." Rosetta smiled, listening to the almost silent whimper of piss spotting through fabric. "Sounds like your little apprentice has drank too much of his own tea." <i>You have too</i>.. Her grin was sadistic, clearly loving the teasing edge she'd developed. The Professor not so much! "Hm." Hershel groaned, a fraying giggle falling from his lips. "Qu-- Quite.." Again it was silent, for a short while at least. Hershel's breathing was coming in quick short pants by now, desperate to stop further spurts. His face was wet, and he was clearly fumbling with the damp cotton of his trousers, but a shred of composure remained. Rosetta admired Hershel's fighting spirit, but it was time to rid of it. "My, Prof..." Rosetta smirked and sat forward. Hershel's knee jerked as she leaned toward him and didn't seem to stop. With a low whimper he gave into the instinct and shook his leg desperately, praying half heartedly that it'd stop a spurt from coming out. It was right at the edge. <i>He must not wet his underwear. He must not--</i> Rosetta slowly grasped his attention again, her mouth forming words. Words, not that Layton was particularly focusing on them. His eyes were fearful. Typically though the gentleman in him pushed through the crippling agony of his own desperation. "Y-yes?" Rosetta held out the teacup filled to the brim with Earl Grey. "You look parched. Here, drink." For a moment Layton didn't pay attention, the mantra in his head taking immediate attention as hot pulses of pain wavered over his abdomen. <i>Mmm-- he must not wet his underwear-- he must not wet--</i> The spurt fell free, shaking itself hotly down Hershel's inner thigh. He cringed, taking a shudder of a breath, all too aware of his bladder shaking with him. "No, Rosetta. I couldn't possibly drink a-anything more than I have." Feigning calmness, he rearranged the notes on his lap, the cooling piss trickle down one leg still taunting him. "Professor, I insist." She said smoothly. "I- I still feel full from my last cup. Not another drop, I'm afraid." Hershel said back, speech hitching the tiniest bit. He sounded pitiful. "You misunderstand me, Hershel..." The girl raised the cup to his trembling lip. The poor Professor felt a jolt going down his spine, and his legs jammed in urgently to stop another small stream. He couldn't dignify Rosetta with a response. "...When I say drink, I mean it." The Professor was not quite sure how he had let this happen but it may have had something to do with the piss pulsing harshly against his bladder. So harshly that he swore it was eating up every fibre of his thoughts right now. He was without a doubt <i>dying</i> to go to the toilet. Never once in his life would he take such a thing for granted again. Rosetta tipped the cup. Liquid filled the Professor's cheeks, frightfully icy and tangy, yet that wasn't the reason he couldn't swallow a drop. He couldn't. The rational side of him had rushed away, swept away by desperation. If he swallowed, he'd simply burst... Until (miserably) a moment later he choked it down. "So good," Rosetta crooned. The Professor's blush rose high on his cheeks, as she crooned and cooed over him, and he had bitterly drained the cup. He sat up slowly, with a miserable air, hissing as the bulge of his bladder brushed against him, his mouth a grimace. This was a session that was seeming to get longer and longer... Desperately, Layton tried to keep up the facade for the duration of the session, pledging to himself - <i>It will be a short while. Relief is imminent. Do not humiliate yourself</i>. He tucked one leg around the other and held it tightly there, his lip twitching nervously. <i>He had to keep teaching; it would be useless to stop now, wouldn't it? Not to mention... the humiliation.</i> He again shifted, rustling quietly, and whimpering. The spurts were coming more and more and Layton panicked, swivelling his hips two and fro as the small dot-and-dash of piss dribbling down his legs came with an alarming frequency. That was that. He was conscious his face was a streak of worry, redness and tears; nothing could be worse. Choking back half a sob, he hid, just as he often used to - right there behind the brim of his hat. It was a futile, childish attempt to hide. One shaky hand drifted to the inside of his thigh with an unsure, vicelike grip. At this rate, it only provided little relief, especially as the humiliation of realising Rosetta was staring at him. He sighed. Wetly so. Rosetta looked him over. For a man with such a pressing need he was trying so hard to keep composed. "Oh, Professor.." She sighed, in mock worry. Her hands clasped over the handle of the teapot and brought it to her knees. The Professor's eyes were moist with his own desperation. He let out a low, pathetic sounding choke of a breath, staring down at his lap and his tightly coiled legs. His hand tensed in his pocket, very nearly having one private touch, but he immediately ripped the thought from his mind. As a gentleman in the presence of a lady he had to keep composed. Though how he had held so much tea in his bladder was a puzzle even he couldn't solve. A torturing weight fell into his lap moments later, and again his breath was torn from him, as the pressure in his bladder spiked and caused a painfully hot jet to seep into his boxers and splash the tops of his legs. Still, he looked down, and came face to face with the murky emptiness of the teapot. "You..." He looked up at Rosetta, face streaked with stress and pure embarrassment. "You would like more tea?" Rosetta was dumbstruck. "No, Professor." She said softly. "You need tea. Well, the teapot, actually. I'd say you have a dire need for this teapot." It took a while for Hershel's mind to stop focusing on the pounding of his bursting bladder but <i>finally</i> he'd worked it out. He gulped. "N-no.. Rosetta, I couldn't possibly.." He was cut off as Rosetta forced a hand to the fabric of his trousers. Traitoringly, his legs did the slightest tremble against her hand. Rosetta pushed against the swollen edge of his bladder, where she could feel he was full, and the liquid would pool warmly against her touch. The Professor winced, audibly, flinching harshly forward. "N-no..." His voice trailed to a whimper. "Please, Rosetta. I.. I can't." <i>Not the teapot. Anything but the teapot. Anything but this situation, right now.</i> He pleaded silently to himself. Another stream burst forth and splashed the crotch of his trousers, forcing Hershel to whimper only slightly. The girl did not cease her actions, the flat of her palm against the warmth of his bladder, pushing with alarming force, eliciting many breathy helpless whimpers from the elder... <i>Yummy.</i> Beneath her hold, Rosetta could feel his muscles were contracting. Hershel could barely hold onto his gentlemanly persona at this moment in time. Slowly, Rosetta eyed the stain seeping over Hershel's trousers; and flickered toward his tearful eyes. Hershel pressed his lips together, looking utterly miserable. But he knew what to do; and shakily lifted himself from his quickly dampening underpants. Rosetta tipped the cold edge of the teapot to the tip of his cock. Immediately, Hershel flinched at the temperature. His legs tightened inwards. Typically, the most sensitive area of his body had to kick in right now. Hershel was beginning to think he should backtrack; was fidgeting endlessly on the couch, tempted to rip away and furiously tuck in and pretend nothing had happened. But he was only human and could feel the wet pearl of urine slipping down his shaft. He stilled - and <i>finally</i> let out a defeated groan as the first few dribbles plonked with an embarrassing volume into the bottom of the pot. Quickly, they were drowned out by the thunder as the dam broke free at long last. It was silent in the room, punctured only by the loud noise of desperation and relief plummeting into eachother. To say the Professor was mortified would be a horrific understatement. But it wasn't like he could stop himself right now. Ever so slightly his tense body began to uncurl and relax and go still as the gentle relief of it all, spilled over his body. Rosetta could feel the warm piss creep gradually upwards in the pot, and she had to shift it accordingly. Layton cringed and flinched as the warm pressure was there again, pushing between his legs. It felt so odd; as if his bladder had ballooned to the usual swell. He almost had to remind himself that he was definitely relieving himself. All of a sudden, his stream dwindled. Rosetta let out a short chuckle. "Is that it?" "Mmm-- no," Hershel pleaded, wriggling. <i>He wasn't finished! No.. No. He had objected to the pot in the first place but.. he <b>really</b> needed it right now</i>. He was pitiful. Rosetta suddenly felt his stream again; a hard ball of hot piss splashed against her body. Immediately she gasped and flinched. A look of betrayal crossed her features; <i>how dare he get so sly and aim at her!</i> Only then, her eyes drifted to the dripping spout. Of the teapot. Dripping. Ah. "Okay.. it's--" her eyes widened. What goes in a teapot, must come out. Hershel had figured this out by now too. He flinched slightly, begging silent permission to pull away. <i>He could not void his bladder all over his pupil; the situation was bad enough that she had to help, see him in such a compromising, vulnerable position...</i> "No," Rosetta told him when he flinched, voice hard. "Rosetta.. it--" "It is fine." She told him, an arm slung across his lap; and glumly he stayed, his eyes tight shut, imagining himself clumsily sat and taking a moment to relieve himself <i>in a toilet</i>; if only it would make the situation even marginally better. Embarrassingly, it only caused the spurt of his stream to furiously increase, flowing freely. Rosetta fitted her thumb over the spout as the first rush of liquid splashed up it, letting the warmth splash and soak her thumb. Soon it was a dam that even her thumb couldn't bear and the Professor's liquid gold sputtered out behind her, trickling faintly onto the floor. Even the Professor, still helplessly stuck in a cloud of relief, could hear the traitorous spill. Opening his eyes he managed to see his own stream splinter onto the wood floor in small puddles. He whimpered. How horrible. His stream was not long finished after that, the liquid stuttering to a trickled stop. Rosetta set the sloshing pot down on the table. Her fingers were soaked but made quick work of neatening the Professor up again, tucking damp boxers into damp trousers. She grabbed a fistful of his orange shirt, a choked breath escaping as the man panicked from this sudden movement. Rosetta wiped her wet hand over Hersh's shirt. Then, her deed done, she lifted her book and stepped out as if nothing had happened. The Professor was silent. The door closed and it was dark in his office, and the urine on his trousers cooled and burned at his inner thighs. The thirty-seven year old squeezed his eyes shut. She.. could leave him in a position like this? So humiliating of him, to act so infantile... In front of her. Numbly, he crept toward the shower, and stood under it's heaving spray while staring at his feet, silence hanging in the air. He'd let the puddle on his office floor fester for a while, sure that even if Luke did happen to come across it, then he couldn't possibly get more humiliated than he currently was. The strong scent of ammonia stung his nose. A blush burning his cheeks, it was only then that he allowed any tears of mortification to fall, planning out entirely what to do with his ruined clothes, teapot (and reputation.)
Full on the Firefly 2 - Zoe"We've got an incoming Alliance transmission," Wash stated into the cockpit's intercom."What do they want?" Malcolm Reynold's voice buzzed back. There was a very long pause. "Wash?""They say there's been a rush of smugglers trying to enter atmo carrying weapons and slaves," Wash finally answered. "They won't let us through without a full inspection of Serenity.""Well," Mal sighed, "this here is one of the few times we actually have nothing illegal on board. Simon and River are already planetside with Inara, so let them on. I'll meet them at the door."Wash shrugged and lit Serenity's beacon. Twenty minutes later, the Alliance cruiser had docked with Serenity. Wash leaned back in the pilot's seat, turning his head as the cockpit door hissed open. Zoe stepped into the cockpit with a grin on her face and a massive bottle of red wine in her hand. "Hey honey," she said."Not going to greet the guests?" Wash asked with a smile."You know I can barely stand to look at them," Zoe sighed. "Besides, these inspections take hours. It would be a great time to enjoy this fine bottle of Persephone Red, wouldn't you say?"Wash let out a barking laugh. "How did you get that? We couldn't afford a bottle of Persephone if we robbed every bank in the 'Verse. What is that? And be honest.""It's the real deal," Zoe said, her voice growing happier. "Stole it on the last job. Figured we had better finish it off before the Feds see it, then send it out the airlock. It's too small to register on their radar." Wash shrugged and spun the co-pilot's seat around with his foot, and Zoe settled into it. She pressed a button on the neck of the bottle of wine, and the lid slid open with a satisfying 'Pssshhht'. With a "Cheers," she downed a large gulp."Pressurized lid, eh? Fffffaaaaannn-cy," Wash said sarcastically, taking the bottle from Zoe and having his own swig.Zoe began her retort right before the intercom started buzzing again. "Wash, the Alliance wants all bulkheads sealed while they go room-to-room for inspection. Suppose they don't want no surprises. You alright in there for a while?""Hell yes, Cap. Got me some wine and a wife. Pilot life is good right here," Wash confirmed cheerfully. "Closing all doors now." He reached under his console and pulled the long, red handle. The whole ship jolted quickly, and the door slammed shut with a click.Zoe stood up and turned, settling into Wash's lap. He lifted his legs and rested them in the copilot chair, and he handed the bottle to Zoe for another great chug. "This 昂贵的泔水is better than I thought it would be," she coughed."You gonna leave some for me, sweetie?" Wash asked, looking over her shoulder."Ah, if I feel like it." She leaned back and kissed him, and they were both extremely comfortable.This comfort lasted for three hours, when the giant bottle finally ran dry. Zoe was one step short of drunk; no matter how much she had, it never fully showed. She could always stand steady and shoot with pinpoint accuracy, but instead her drunkeness always manifested in unquenchable horniness. This was showing itself in the form of her bouncing up and down on Wash's legs, grinding against his considerable bulge. "Honey," Wash said slowly, "if you're going to keep on like that, I just might need new pants. I don't suppose you would be willing to let me get these ones off first?""What?" Zoe mumbled distractedly. "Oh, 为了神的爱, I'm not even thinking about that. I just really need to get at the toilets.""Well that's unfortunate," Wash quipped. He barely felt the need to go, a pilot's bladder was huge and she had drank a LOT more than him. "Just hold out a little longer, they have to be leaving soon.""Yeah," she said simply. She continued bouncing on Wash's lap for a long time, and then she gasped, leaning forwards.Wash was literally right on the verge of getting off on himself at this point. While he respected his wife's predicament, the friction alone was enough to do it. "Zoe, you really need to not be rubbing on me like that. You're doing things to my regions.""克服它, Wash. I have to be sitting on something hard or I'm really going to have a problem. Your leg is the only thing helping me out right now.""Alright, hang on," Wash sighed. "Can you stand up for just a second?" She forced herself to her feet, crossing her legs tightly and holding her arms out to her sides. He quickly bent over and picked up the empty wine bottle, setting it on the co-pilot's chair. "Sit on that for now. I'm gonna see what I can do about your problem.""Thanks," she moaned, positioning herself on the bottle and pressing the hard material between her legs.Wash nodded and stepped over to the intercom, pushing the yellow button in. "Cap, you there?""What is it?" Mal came back."There's a bit of an emergency here. We need to open bulkheads through to the crew quarters.""What kind of emergency?" Mal inquired, rather fairly.Wash looked at Zoe and winced. "Are you alone?""No," Mal answered. "Got the Feds with me, and Jayne and Book too.""Well, there's a possibility of a small fluid leak," Wash said. "We need the doors open, you know that the systems will go haywire if water gets through the floor grates," he finished, looking seriously at Zoe. Her eyes were shut, and she was holding one hand between her legs and one on her belly.Mal's voice was a whisper now. "Wash, if the doors open, guns are gonna come out. You know I ain't afraid of any fight, but think hard: Is whatever problem you have worth a battle on my boat and the following escape with Inara and the doc still planetside? And remember, we've barely any food left, that's why we're here.""他妈的，马尔科姆，我们真正需要帮助的, but no, it's not worth that. Keep doing what you're doing, but please hurry.""Wash," Zoe exhaled. "This is horrible, I'm really going to have an accident here. I feel so weak. Normally I can hold in a lot, but with the wine...""Zoe, I'm so sorry, but you can NOT pee here. If liquid gets through the floor, it will fry the whole cockpit. It would take me and Kaylee a week to fix, and we ain't got food for that.""What am I supposed to do," she whimpered, tears starting to form in her eyes. "It's so close, I've never felt like this before."This startled Wash. In all their time together, he had never seen Zoe cry. He doubted she would cry at his own death. "Get your pants off, you can go in the wine bottle," Wash said quickly, feeling stupid that he hadn't thought of it earlier."Nnooo," she moaned. "All of the top-shelf Central liquors and wines seal themselves when emptied, to prevent bootleggers from using the bottle to sell their trash as counterfit."Wash ran over and stared at the lid of the bottle. It appeared to almost have melted together. "Maybe if I break it, one half will stay intact and you can pee in there?""I'VE ALREADY THOUGHT OF ALL THIS!" Zoe shouted. "The bottle is SynthDiamond, it wouldn't break if you landed Serenity on it. I'm really going to wet myself in here. I'm so sorry, Wash..."Wash stepped forwards and knelt in front of her. She did not protest as he pulled her shirt out of her waistband and unbuckled her belt, then undid her button and zipper. Her belly immediately protruded out, its shadow spreading over the light gray shorts she wore as underwear. He had tried numerous times to convince her to wear something prettier down there, and every attempt had been met with: "No. If I ever wake up in a fight, I don't want to be shooting guns at people while wearing pink and frillies." His latest try had also recieved a loud: "And don't ask again.""That helps a little," Zoe breathed. She gently rubbed the hard, round bulge of her bladder. "I'm going to try to stand up. Get the pants all the way off, so when I lose it I can at least walk out of here with a little dignity." With her legs quivering, she got to her feet. Wash gently slid the tight pair of beige pants off of her, and she gingerly stepped out of them. He folded them and placed them on the cockpit, and she got back on top of the bottle. As soon as she put her weight on it, she screamed out loud."Zoe, are you okay?" Wash asked loudly, placing a hand on her leg.She shook her head, and she was twitching all over. "I've lost control. It's started to come out of my bladder and it really hurts...all my nerves down there are pushed against the bottle and I can feel the pee pushing against it. If I stand up again, or even move, it's just going to come out. My weight is the only thing keeping it in now. This can't be healthy."Wash placed his head on her shoulder. He wanted to be a good husband, he wanted to tell her to just sit up and piss right where she was. But the fact remained that if she did so, the crew wouldn't eat for over a week. Mal would die before he asked the Alliance ship for food or repair assistance. So she had to hold. Her shoulder was heaving, and he could see her stomach throbbing with her breathing. And then one last idea formed in his head, the only possible thing he could do.He stood and began tearing his shirt off, not even bothering with the buttons. They clattered to the floor as he bundled the cloth up into a tight ball and knelt down in front of his tortured wife. "Listen to me, Zoe. I'm going to push my shirt up against you. Start peeing slowly, but you HAVE to stop once it starts dripping. Will you be able to do that?""I...think so," she panted. "Are you sure you're okay with this?""Of course I am," Wash said solidly. "You're my wife and you need me. I can't help you much in a fight, but I'll be damned if I can't help you pee," he finished heroically.She smiled at him with a look of respect that people rarely earned from her. She placed her hands on the armrest of the chair and sat up, and Wash saw her shorts get instantly soaked. He shoved his shirt between her legs and held it there tightly, and soon he felt warm wetness fill his hands. He rotated the shirt, keeping the driest parts pushed against her, until it was nearly saturated. "Zoe, stop now," he said. She let out an agonized groan, then started breathing heavily. He lowered the soaked shirt, and stared at the small drops of pee that fell from her darkened shorts. They landed on the bottle and slid down the glass before settling into the chair. She pressed back onto the bottle, still looking very worried."It's a lot better. At least I have control again. But I'm still bursting. If I start again, it can be my shirt that time.""Then my pants," Wash said with a smile. "Then I can tell them that I'm the one who wet myself, to protect your honor.""My hero," she moaned sardonically.Time passed, about thirty minutes of it. Wash had almost dozed off when he felt Zoe shaking his arm. He blinked awake, and she was standing in front of him wearing nothing but her bra. Her underwear was wadded next to her pants, and her coat was bundled in her right hand, with her left held hard between her legs. Tiny drops of pee were leaking from her privates, falling on a sheet of solid steel floor between grates. "I'm losing it again," she whispered. "I tried to do it myself, but I can't see it clearly and I don't want it to leak-""Tsssst," said the intercom. "Wash, they're coming for the cockpit now. Be ready.” Wash squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. “Zoe, you've got to get your clothes back on. Just for a minute while they check the cockpit.” She silently turned to the pile of clothes, and Wash grabbed the empty bottle of Persephone Red and ran to the small airlock within the cockpit. It's purpose was as a last line of defense against a breach, the pilot of the Firefly equipping a breathing apparatus from beneath the console and venting the cockpit, killing the invaders. The apparatus had never been used, and the airlock was effectively a glorified garbage can. There were electronics inside of it, so Zoe peeing into it was no option, but it would get rid of the bottle. He stuffed the glass jug into the small hole, placing his shirt on top of it and he slammed the button, sending it off with a 'fwhump' seconds before the door opened. Wash turned around to see Zoe already back in her clothes. She had somehow forced the pants closed over her bladder, and her face was soaked with sweat. She was leaning forwards and rocking her hips with her legs slightly apart. She stood silently, staring angrily at the three Alliance men who had entered the small cockpit. They wandered around, looking under the console, under the chairs, inside the airlock, and along the walls. One of them patted down Wash, then turned to Zoe. He got within three feet of her, then stopped. “What's wrong with you, woman?” he asked, looking at her strange stance and sweaty face. “Flu,” she hissed. “Bah,” the Alliance man spat, turning on his heel. The three stormed out, and the bulkhead slammed shut behind them. “Wash,” Zoe choked out. “It's happening.” Wash spun around and looked at her, seeing darkness slowly spreading down her legs in small spurts. He jogged forwards and held her, forcing his right hand between her legs and pushing up with all his strength. He felt her labia through the pants, and he pinched them together, hard. She gasped out loud and buried her face in his chest. “Wash, please no, it hurts too badly. It has to come out. Please just let me pee.” He gently stroked her hair with his left hand. “You're a soldier, Zoe,” Wash whispered. “I will not soften my words. I cannot let you do that in this cockpit. You've always been willing to risk yourself to protect this crew, and this is no different. If I have to hold you shut with my own hands until I can open this door, I will. Simon will fix you up if he needs to. Do you understand this?” She was sobbing now, but she nodded. They stood like this for ten minutes. Wash tried to stay strong, to do what needed to be done, but his empathy for his wife was winning out. “Zoe,” he started, “I'm going to let go of you. If you wet yourself, I will not be angry with you. People have gone longer than a week without food, and I can't cause you any more pain.” With that, he pulled his hand from her. He expected an immediate waterfall, but somehow she was containing it on her own. She had a thousand-yard stare, looking helplessly out the window at the planet that they needed so badly to reach. She stood like that for two more minutes, until the intercom started up again. “They're gone,” Mal's voice came through. “Doors can open up now.” Wash ran to the device and slammed the button in. “Cap, get up here and make sure nobody follows you. I need you to stand guard.” “Will you tell me what the hell is happening up there?” his voice came back. “Malcolm, please. You'll find out in a minute, but we need help now.” “On my way,” Malcolm said, and the intercom went quiet.Wash slammed the switch for the bulkheads and they hissed open, and Zoe followed him out into the hall with slow, pained steps. "It hurts. It hurts, really hurts," she was muttering."You're so close, honey," Wash said encouragingly. "A couple dozen feet more." At that, Malcolm stepped into the hallway ahead. He looked curiously at them, and his eyebrows raised when he saw Zoe. Her bladder was fuller than Mal's ego, and it would be obvious to anyone that saw her."Well, that explains it," he said. "Come on, toilets are empty and everyone is in the mess hall finishing off what little food is left. Kaylee was squirming around quite a bit but she insisted on having a video call with the doc in the engine room, so that's her problem."Zoe kept shuffling forwards, and was almost at the turn to the bathroom when another voice piped up around the corner. "Git outta my way, Mal, I've gotta piss like a ruttin' racehorse." Jayne Cobb barged into the hall, forcing his way past a struggling Malcolm and staring towards the toilets. And then he bumped hard into Zoe. She stumbled and hit a wall, and Jayne stopped to look at her. "Sorry Zo-huh?"With her face in her hands, she was completely flooding her beige pants. It burst from her crotch in surges, splattering onto the steel floor and spreading into a long puddle. She was peeing so hard that it wasn't even spreading down her legs, just spraying directly through the fabric. Her legs went limp and she leaned her weight against the wall, giving up entirely. The floor in the hallway was solid steel with no grates or electronics, so despite her humiliation, she could let it all out with no actual consequences.The three men stood in a row, staring dumbfounded at her. She went on with the powerful stream for a long time, but soon it slowed down and started snaking down her pants and spilling from her ankles. The puddle was massive, Mal and Jayne stepping back to avoid it. She finished soon then, drops still leaking into the puddle, and her legs still shaking. Wash stepped into her puddle and embraced her, looking into her face. Her mouth was slightly open as she breathed slowly, and her eyes were a haze of pure relief.The silence was broken by a chuckle from Jayne. "Zoe, are you some kind of-"Malcolm had his sidearm out and leveled to Jayne's gut before he could finish his sentence. "You say one more word about what happened here, in sleight of Zoe or to any of the others, I'll have you in the airlock b'fore you can blink. We in agreement?"Jayne scowled but nodded, pushing Mal's weapon away and storming into the bathroom."I'll clean this up," Wash said softly. "Mal, please get her to her room."Malcolm nodded and Zoe stepped out of her puddle, and Mal held her shoulder as she walked slowly through the hall. Wash opened the closet next to the bathroom and took out the mop and a roll of towels, turning around just in time to see Zoe stepping into their room. Jayne came out of the bathroom and walked past him without a word, and Wash got to work cleaning the puddle.
Hey guys, this is my first attempt at writing an omorashi story, so I have no idea how good/bad it is. I do know that it was inspired by something on the fiction request thread, so I extend a thanks to all you guys, and the community in general! I'm open to (and hoping for) some criticism and ideas to get better, so don't hold back! Also, I'm posting from mobile, so let me know if the formatting is really screwed up and I'll see what I can do to get on a desktop and fix it :P It was, by most accounts, an average day for Jane as she found herself sitting in her car, heading down a congested freeway on the way to her next client, ready to do what she did better than anyone else in town. She was the sole proprietor of her own housekeeping business, a business she grew from the ground up, it's success the result of untold hours of hard work, determination, and plenty of sweat. Maybe a bit too much sweat. It was a hot day, perhaps the hottest of the year, and Jane was struggling to stay hydrated. Her car, a well worn hatchback proudly displaying her company name on either side, really needed an A/C job, and she was regretting her decision to delay the appointment another week. She'd been through the drive-thru more times than she could count, constantly sipping water and cola as the mercury continued to rise. Slowly the traffic started to flow, and the breeze through the car's open windows was much appreciated. She glanced at the clock in the dash, pushing the pedal down as she noted the time. She was behind schedule, something she knew could end in disaster. As she sped through the thinning field of cars, she risked her good standing with Ms. Jennifer Newman, a woman who, while very kind, was known to be particularly strict. Ms. Newman lived alone with her daughter, her husband having left in a divorce years earlier. She was a successful businesswoman herself, managing a large insurance office in town. Between her work and her daughter, her life kept her rather busy, the main reason she had hired Jane. Jane vey much respected Jennifer, always going the extra mile to please her. There was nothing Jane hated more than being late to a client, and this was no exception. She needed to get there soon, and for more than one reason. She tried to focus on her driving, but the need to relieve herself continued to grow. She'd been putting it off for a bit, knowing she would have to use Jennifer's toilet as soon as she arrived. Unfortunately, she failed to account for Ms. Davis' ramblings, and the heavy traffic this time of day that she'd only just cleared, making it increasingly likely she would be forced to wait. She wouldn't dream of asking to use a client's toilet before she'd even started her work. She wasn't a child, unable to control her needs. She knew she could handle herself, but the pressure in her abdomen kept her hoping she could take care of things sooner rather than later. She took the exit onto Main Street, nearing the Newman household, a typical McMansion in an upper-class suburb not much different from any other, her right hand resting on her upper thigh as she stopped at a red light, trying not to think about her filling bladder. She turned the corner and parked along the curb, quickly shutting off the engine. She stepped out, adjusting her skirt as she gathered her supplies to take inside, pleased to discover the Jennifer's car absent from the driveway. She squeezed her thighs together, fending off a wave of desperation as her bladder sensed relief getting closer. Just a few more minutes she thought, quickly punching the access code into their top-of-the-line security system. Just as she pressed enter, her heart sank. Instead of the welcoming beep she was expecting, an error code flashed red across the screen, denying her much needed entrance. On any other day this wouldn't be a big problem, but her throbbing bladder was making things a bit more complicated. Just as she resigned herself to the lengthy wait ahead, she heard a vehicle closing in. Turning around, she saw Jennifer's luxury SUV coming up the driveway. Unbeknownst to Jane, there was something personal that the two women currently shared in common. -- Jennifer Newman finally reached her driveway, her daughter Jessica still describing her day at school in detail. She regretted not talking much, but her attention was evenly divided between the drive home, and nursing the balloon of golden liquid threatening to mutiny inside of her. She'd hoped to quickly dash inside, with her bladder demanding release as soon as possible, but her plans changed at the sight of a car parked on the curb. Cursing under her breath, she couldn't believe she'd forgotten the maid! She'd have to hold it, she'd be far too embarrassed to open the door and run straight to the toilet like a little girl. That might be something her daughter could get away with, but certainly not a woman of her stature. She took a deep breath as she stepped from the driver seat, careful not to jolt herself as her feet gingerly touched the pavement. -- While relieved to see them arrive so soon, Jane knew she wasn't out of the woods yet. Jennifer was her best client, and she could hardly afford to appear unprofessional in her presence. She'd have to keep it together, hoping for a chance to excuse herself appropriately. Jennifer shoved her keys toward the door before Jane could even begin explaining the keypad problem, and barely even said hello to Jane before entering the house. She hurried into the kitchen, dropping her purse on the table, eager to retreat out of sight. She thrust her hand between her legs, bending her knees as spasms wracked her bladder, the sight of her far and away from the professional businesswoman she was. "Is there anything I can help you with?" Jane called. "No, just brewing some coffee" came the strained reply. Jane grimaced at the thought of adding more fluids to her body, knowing that she had to accept, lest she appear rude and ungrateful. She began to unpack her supplies, with the occasional glance over her shoulder as she squirmed, shuffling around in an attempt to stifle a full-on potty dance. Jennifer struggled to regain her composure as she poured the fresh coffee into two identical ceramic mugs. Jane managed to straighten her posture as Jennifer entered the room, crossing her legs tightly as her body urged her to resume bending over forward. Even if she'd stayed as she was, Jennifer was in no mind to notice, with her own body distracting her badly. The two sipped their coffee slowly, both making their situations worse, oblivious to each other's identical struggle. They discussed the news, spotted with large gaps in conversation, unnoticed by either of them as they fought hard against their most basic instincts. As they reached the bottoms of their mugs, and new levels of desperation, they both gained the courage to excuse themselves. As Jane opened her mouth to speak, they heard the unmistakeable sound of a door shutting, and a rush of water through the pipes. Stifling gasps, their faces grew pale as Jessica entered the shower in the homes only bathroom. Panic filled the women as fate seemed to bestow a cruel punishment on them both. "I'll get started" was all Jane could manage to say as she rose from the sofa, bending over slightly as she stood, taking small steps into the kitchen, a rag and bottle of degreaser in hand. Setting the bottle and rag on the counter, Jane dug her hands between her thighs, squeezing as hard as she could, desperate for relief. She'd never had to pee this badly, and wasn't sure how much longer she could keep this ocean inside of her. All she could do was keep working, hoping against hope that Jessica would be out soon. Minutes seemed like hours as Jennifer sat writhing on the couch, her hands grasping between her legs, her belt already undone. The waistband of her trousers was torture, her bladder bulging against the tight fabric, screaming at her in pain. She ripped the belt completely off and shucked it under the couch, opening he button on her pants, the zipper opening halfway down as her bladder expanded through the newfound gap. Pressing her hands into her pale pink panties, she knew she was on the brink of leaking, so very near to soaking her couch with a river of hot piss. The sound of the bathroom door opening was a godsend, both women unsure how they'd lasted so long. Jane scrambled towards the hall as Jessica emerged, and Jennifer quickly pulled her shirt over her exposed panties, struggling to stand up, knowing it was impossible to button her pants now. "Can you please take a look at the sink? It keeps dripping, even when it's turned off" Jessica asked Jane as she rounded the corner. Jennifer froze in her tracks, listening on in horror, not believing her ears. "I'll fix it immediately" Jane replied, out of breath, still hobbling towards the only thing she could think about. Jennifer reached the hall just as Jane entered the bathroom, Jen was grasping at straws, trying to think of something, anything, for Jane to do, as long as it was somewhere else. "I'll just close the door, to keep the cleanser fumes from spreading" Jane said, doubled over the sink vanity, trying to look as though she was inspecting the leak. "That's fine, I'll just be out here" Jennifer replied, unable to do anything but stay right where she stood. Jane groaned as she shut he door, unable to consider using the toilet with Ms. Newman right outside the door, despite the volume of pee she was desperately holding back. Both hands flew under her black skirt, shoved inside her matching panties, pressing harder than she thought possible into her sex. She tried biting her lip as her groans grew louder each moment. This was it. She was running out of options. Whimpers welling up in her throat, her defenses began to slip. Every fiber in her being was howling for relief, her bladder stretched beyond its limits, burning in her belly, she couldn't move a muscle. Seemingly frozen in time, she willed herself to stay shut, knowing the inevitable was a single movement away. She knew she couldn't stop the flow as the first drops of urine leaked into her hands. Her mind reeling with the consequences, she looked up in shock as the bathroom door burst open. Jennifer ran in, shoving her pants down her legs as urine sprayed onto the floor. She couldn't even pull her panties down before dropping on the the toilet seat, her piss gushing like a fire hose straight through the fabric. Moaning in relief, she hadn't even noticed Jane still trying to keep her panties dry. She wasn't going to succeed. The sound of Jennifer's pee hitting the water was just too much for Jane to take. Her body took advantage of her lapse in concentration and sent her bulging bladder into convulsions. A tidal wave of piss exploded from her pussy, spaying through her fingers all over the floor and cabinets, utterly unstoppable. She had reached her limit, far past anything she had ever experienced, and the relief was pure ecstasy. Her moans could be heard throughout the house as pleasure surged all through her body. She didn't care where she was, or who was watching, nothing mattered but the sweet release she felt in this moment. Through the haze of her own relief, Jennifer starter to take in her surroundings, not quite believing what she had done, or what had just happened. As Jane's moans subsided, leaving her lungs heaving breaths in and out, their eyes met, and they both realized they had some things to figure out. One thing was certain, however. This relationship wasn't strictly business anymore.
CHAPTER 1: PRISON TRANSFER Roxanne Holloway couldn't go to sleep. She laid on the bed, shivering, as the temperature was pretty low in her stone cold cell. She didn't know what time it was since there wasn't a clock anywhere. And even if there was a clock, she couldn't see through the pitch black of her cell, since the guards would turn off all lights once it was 9, which was probably hours ago. No matter how hard she tried, it was impossible. It wasn't that she felt depressed or anxious. The pillows that were on all beds were really thin. Also, this was her last night in the prison. According to what she heard, a new law was passed. The adult prisons lowered their accepted age limit from 21 to 18. She was at 19 years old, and was already dreading the day she'd be sent to the adult prison, but she didn't expect it to be anytime soon. Roxanne, along with a whole bunch of other girls, were in the process of being transferred. The juvenile detention center considered them to be adults, so they had to be restrained as so; the transferring prisoners were all strapped down to their beds as a safety precaution. The discomfort she felt was from the tough restraints and the coldness. She couldn't curl up, and they weren't given blankets. Roxanne imagined that she wasn't the only uncomfortable one, and the sounds of the other girls whimpering and sobbing confirmed that. After a while, her body finally gave in. She'd rather much sleep in discomfort than not sleep at all. Tomorrow was a big day for Roxanne. She had always kept to herself. Nobody in the detention center really bothered her (although she had only made one friend who was also transferring), but she was scared that it would be different in the adult system. She closed her eyes, and drifted off. A couple of hours or so later Roxanne slowly woke up to a voice. She felt weird. I feel sick.... "Please, can you please let me out!" Roxanne heard the voice of one of the other prisoners. Naturally, she tried to sit up as a result of being awoken, but the restraints pushed her back down. The jolt went through her body, and intensified at her abdomen region. That was when she realized that she needed to pee. She had drank a lot of water, as usual, during dinner, but she didn't use the bathroom earlier on because her mind was preoccupied in thinking of the transfer. The sudden need quickly woke her up and she was totally conscious of her surroundings. Roxanne felt her bladder start screaming for relief. "Please, I really need to go to the bathroom!!" pleaded the girl from the other cell. Roxanne couldn't see her, but was sure that she was probably in the cell next to hers, based on the clarity of her voice. She also heard the squeaking of the metal bed frame from the other cell, which let her assume that the girl was squirming and fighting her restrains as best as she could. She also noticed that some girls were still whimpering and crying in the background. A door was opened somewhere, and a guard walked into the hallway with a flashlight. The light from the opened door provided some light. She could see the girl, since the cells were separated by metal bars. She was a redhead with glasses, and she looked familiar. From what Roxanne could remember, she had an athletic build. She was wearing a tank top, which showed off her tattoo-covered arms. The guard stood in front of her cell, and started screaming. Roxanne could see that the girl froze in fear once she was being yelled at. "It's 2 in the morning, no talking!" "But please, I need the bath-" "I said no talking, you are expected to keep quiet or you will be punished!" "No, come on, do-" "I heard you already, and the answer is no!" The girl did not respond to that statement. "You are considered an adult, and you are expected to maintain your bodily needs like one!" "I'm.......begging.....y-" "If you continue to be disruptive, you will be gagged for the night, so I highly recommend shutting the hell up!" Another girl spoke up from another cell "Come on, you have us tied down, it's not fair, I need to go too!" "You can't do this to us!" A few other girls also started to protest. It was obvious that neither the redhead nor Roxanne were the only ones bursting for the toilet. Roxanne considered speaking out as well, but decided to keep quiet, hoping that the huge demand would allow her to get a bathroom The guard shouted again "Next one to open their mouth will be forced to relieve themselves where they are!" The entire hallway went silent. They understood what the guard meant. None of them were willing to go through the humiliation of being forced to wet themselves. Roxanne wondered how would they even be forced to go. "No means no, you should have gone before being taken here, as you all knew that you would have been strapped down and that there are no toilets in any of these cells, so quit asking for it, you won't get it, you can only hope to hold it long enough" The silence was broken by the distant sobs of another girl "And you'll be taken out of here at 8 am, which is 6 hours, and the ride to the jail is an hour or so, and booking takes at least a couple of hours before they assign you to a cell. Once you are at your cell, which I estimate to be sometime near noon, you may use the toilet. Good luck holding it!" With that, the guard walked out, slamming the door behind him. Soon after, the room erupted in whimpers. Roxanne found herself squirming in desperation. She groaned, as her bladder was furiously demanding relief. It didn't help that she heard the sound of hissing followed by liquid hitting the floor, followed by the panicked cries of a girl that was probably across from her. Roxanne felt herself trying to at least apply some pressure to her crotch area. Her legs were strapped down at the ankles, knees and midway up her thigh, and they were positioned spread a little from each other. "Please, I'm begging you, I can't hold it!!" shouted out the redhead. A few minutes passed by, and another hissing noise was heard, as well as the groaning of whoever wet herself. The door opened, and a female guard came inside. Roxanne was a bit hopeful, the guard was a female, so she would understand how it feels. "Oh, oh, please!!!" pleaded the redhead as the female guard opened up her cell. However, instead of hearing her restraints being removed, Roxanne heard a weird ripping noise. "W-what is th-", the redhead didn't get to finish talking, as the guard shut her mouth with tape. The redhead tried to scream through the tape, pleaded and crying through it, but the guard was already locking up her cell, and she closed the door, leaving the prisoners in the dark. The redhead sobbed for the next 15 minutes Roxanne knew she was going to wet herself. She was going to have to go through the humiliation of wetting her uniform, and then the discomfort of having to wear her soiled clothes until they dried or until she was given dry clothes. She took a deep breath in. C'mon Roxy, you can hold it, don't give up now, you can do it Roxanne remembered that it wasn't too long ago that she had wet herself. She was cornered by the police after they caught her breaking into her fifth ATM. Her two friends abandoned her once she was cornered, so she panicked. She remembered how it felt. An officer pointed a gun at her, and told her to place her hands above her head. She quickly felt a growing warmth go up her panties and down her legs, and saw the growing dark streaks of wetness trail down her jeans as the officers approached her. They pushed her down into the grass, and continued relieving herself, with the warmth saturating the front of her jeans and tummy area. Once they booked her into the county jail, she cried herself to sleep, ignoring the mean comments from the other prisoners laughing at the then 17-year old soaked criminal. That was two years ago, but the warm feeling was happening now. Roxanne squeaked as she realized she started peeing without noticing. She pushed to stop the stream. Luckily, she felt that she had only wet her underwear. Now it would be harder to hold it in, with her wet panties making her uncomfortable and her bladder which was more insistent than ever Roxanne couldn't help but feel bad once the redhead started wailing through her tape, and then hearing the hissing noise of the redhead peeing her pants. The hissing lasted a while, so she could tell that the redhead really needed to go, and that now she was completely soaked. "D...don't cry....." she said softly, but not loud enough for her to hear. Roxanne wanted to comfort her, for some reason. She understood how it felt to be like that, and she knew that she was the first one to (kind of) stand up for the others. The whole situation though was unfair. What harm was there to letting the prisoners use a toilet? Roxanne began to whimper in desperation. She felt small dribbles every now and then. The rest of the sobbing and whimpering settled down, now that most of the girls had already relieved themselves and were too tired and embarrassed to continue making noise. Nobody cared to speak, despite the earlier protests. The scent of urine began to collect up a little, as well as another scent that implied that some girls also needed to do more than just pee. Another dribble. By now, Roxanne knew that her butt and panties were soaked. The gradual puddle reached her arms. Roxanne lost all willpower to hold it. She was already wet and defeated, so there was little point in maintaining her remaining dignity. Roxanne couldn't handle it. She closed her eyes tight, bit her lip, and let go. The pressure was enough to make some pee jet up, also slightly soaking the front of her pants. The puddle grew, soaking the bottom half of her tank top, and reaching the restraints at her knees. She felt tears of relief and humiliation roll down her cheeks. There she was, a 19 year old who was forced to wet her pants in bed. There was nothing she could do though. She couldn't get up, she couldn't at least take her pants off. And now, she can't change herself or inspect the damage. She could only breathe deeply, and hold back her sobs. After a while, her thighs and butt began to feel sticky. The wet fabric clung to her skin, and her wet panties started to ride up her butt. Roxanne shut herself from the rest of the world, and submitted to her shame and discomfort, like the rest. She was defeated, and now a prisoner of her accident. She closed her eyes, and started to drift off. Her energy was wasted, and now she could only hope that her pants would be at least damp by the time she woke up, if not dry. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
Tsunade, the fifth Hokage of the Hidden Leaf Village, was the most skilled medical nin-jutsu user in the whole ninja world. She prided herself on being the strongest kunoichi , the likes of whom had never been seen before. Her strength was so great that no one could stand equal to her in a combat, and her intelligence so high that even the village council looked at her with an eye of respect. As a legendary medical-ninja, Tsunade truly was a role model for other medical-ninja to follow. Her first priority in any situation was the lives of others, a virtue she had started to follow after losing her own loved ones. Tsunade’s personality could have been compared to a rock, tough and sturdy even when facing great personal difficulty. She believed that a learned and experienced kunoichi like her always needed to be in control of the situation and not the other way round. Despite being feared by the whole village for her monstrous and quick temper , Tsunade was quite a reasonable person. She always had the patience to listen to anyone who wanted to say something to her regardless of the fact that she usually kept very busy with her duties as the Hokage. Beneath her tough exterior, Tsunade truly loved her village and its people and was ready to even sacrifice herself for them. She believed that just like all the previous Hokage , it was her duty to protect Konoha no matter what may come. Everyone in the village held her in high esteem and followed her decisions with their eyes closed. There was not a single one who could raise a question against her wisdom, except for one boy in particular who thought he knew better than her. Tsunade had always been a compulsive gambler, with a losing streak due to her terrible luck. Even while holding the revered position of the Hokage , she just could not bring herself to put a stop to this addiction of hers. But she also made sure that her obligations as the village leader didn’t suffer due to her habits . Each morning, she would reach her office on time and devotedly attend to her duties regardless of how her mood would be. She knew she was at a position of great influence now, and that any slackness from her side could cause the village a great deal. That morning however, Tsunade felt far from okay. Something was not right. Instead of waking up to the chirping birds who flew around her mansion and the warm sunlight seeping in through the window, she was seemingly being awakened by the sound of Shizune’s voice, and it sounded like she was in her room. “Lady Tsunade, what are you doing in bed?! Have you forgotten about your meeting with the Feudal Lord of the Land of Fire?!” Tsunade slowly opened her eyes and saw that her doubts were in fact correct . Shizune was standing right beside her bed, hands on her hips and wearing a look of disapproval on her face. “The meeting starts in five minutes. Get up or else you‘ll be late!” Shizune grumbled before she left the room, banging the door behind her. Tsunade sat up on her bed and rubbed her eyes, still feeling tired from the day before. It took her a while to orient herself to the room. However, it wasn’t long before she gathered her senses and the reality of the situation came crashing down upon her- she was going to be late for the meeting! What kind of an impression would have it made on others if the Hokage herself was to show up late? Tsunade leapt out the bed in one swift motion and stopped to take a look at the clock, not believing this could possibly be true. She had always been an early riser and had rarely been late to her office let alone for meetings so crucial as the one today . However as soon as she saw the time on her clock her eyes widened in disbelief. This is impossible, she thought. How could have I overslept ? It’s almost noon. Then it all came back to her. Last night they had gone to a pub and Tsunade had quite a bit to drink. Even after Shizune’s repeated warnings , Tsunade had consumed enough liquor to lose her senses. She just couldn’t stop herself. She missed Dan and her brother Nawaki, and the only way to douse her sorrow was to drink until she forgot about them. They had not returned home until it was almost four in the morning. And by then Tsunade was so fatigued that her brain had completely shut down and all she could do was collapse onto her bed. Now she was going to be late for the meeting. It was the price she would have to pay for her reckless behaviour. How could I be so careless?, she scolded herself. She dashed over to the wooden closet and opened it up, revealing multiple pieces of clothing kept neatly folded in stacks. She removed her kimono and put on a pair of fresh panties. Tsunade grew irritated over her situation. She had to be on time for the meeting, she just couldn’t let the Feudal Lord and others who were to be present there ,look down on her. It would have been such a disgrace for the title of the Hokage if she were to be late. This frenzied rush to make it to the meeting on time was driving her crazy and she hated every bit of it. She hurriedly put on her grey kimono-style blouse and dark bluish-grey pants. She then wore an obi around her waist that matched the color of her pants, finally putting on a grass-green haori with “gamble" written in black on the back, inside a red circle. She rushed to the mirror and growled when she realized she had no time to brush her beautiful teeth. Nevertheless, she tied her hair into two loose ponytails, letting shoulder-length bangs frame on both sides of her face. She carefully studied herself in the mirror to make sure everything looked okay. To her relief, she looked pretty, even though she had just climbed out of bed. Despite her age, Tsunade had been termed as the most beautiful kunoichi in the world by several shinobi. Her brown eyes and straight blonde hair made her look mesmerizing and not to mention her blouse that revealed her sizeable cleavage. After all, her ample bosom was one of the reasons she had so many admirers. She really liked receiving compliments for her looks but she’d be even more flattered if someone praised her impeccable medical nin-jutsu skills and immense raw strength. Satisfied that she looked well-dressed , she quickly headed downstairs towards the dining room. On the dining table , a bowl of oats and a glass of orange juice sat waiting for her. Shizune appeared from another room, her prim and proper dress told that she was ready to leave for the meeting. Tsunade realized that she needed to hurry up. She gulped down her orange juice as fast as she could and then gobbled down the bowl of oats too. She initially felt disgusted at herself for eating that way , but then found solace in the fact that she had to do it to be at the meeting on time. After getting done with her super quick breakfast and rinsing her mouth with water at the wash basin, she slipped on her open-toed, strappy black sandals. “Let’s go, we’re running late…” Shizune stated, before she rushed past Tsunade and walked out of the door. As she was about to step out of the door herself , Tsunade stopped and glanced at the bathroom door for a moment, hesitating about whether or not she should use it. Being in an extreme rush to be at the meeting on time, Tsunade had not yet got a chance to attend to her bladder’s needs . After going through a quick mental calculation she assessed that she had not used the toilet for nearly seventeen hours since last night. But The Feudal Lord would reach at the meeting venue any minute now and Tsunade couldn’t risk the fact that she might be delayed if she used the bathroom. So in the end, she decided that she would just have to go to the bathroom once she got to her office building, but that would have been possible only after the meeting with The Feudal Lord concluded. Leaving the meeting in-between for any reason was considered highly disrespectful to the members present there. Tsunade sighed in despair, before she hurried out the door of her mansion. 12:04, was the time by when Tsunade and her apprentice Shizune entered the Hokage’s office ,only to be told by a jonin that the Feudal Lord had not arrived at the village yet. Tsunade growled angrily to learn that she had been hurrying for no reason when the Lord was himself late. But then it hit her, she now had the chance to relieve herself before he came here. But before she could even take a step towards the toilet, she heard a coarse voice of an old man , “There you are Tsunade… aren’t you supposed to be at the village entrance gate to welcome Lord Takeshi?” The man slowly appeared from the other end of the dark hallway. Tsunade and Shizune were quick to identify him as Homura ,and along with him was his team-mate Koharu. Tsunade was a little surprised to know that she was meant to receive the Lord at the village entrance. Nobody had notified her about this. She would’ve went directly to the main gate to receive him if she knew. She was ready to go and attendant the Lord at the gate but she knew that it would be a wise idea to relieve herself before she left. “Ah…I did not know that, I’ll leave to receive him soon after…” Tsunade began to say. “I am afraid it cannot wait, he may arrive any moment now. You must leave immediately..”, Koharu stated even before Tsunade could complete her sentence. Homura Mitokado and Koharu Utatane served as the members of the Konoha council. The Council existed to help the Hokage govern the village and to make sure all decisions were made with the best interest of Konoha and its inhabitants in mind. Although the Hokage always had the final say in the matter, the councilors were always there to give their opinions and advice, thus making sure the decisions made were fair and all possibilities and viewpoints were taken into account. Tsunade felt a bit annoyed by Koharu’s stern words but soon realized that she was right. The Lord may arrive any time now and she definitely didn’t want to show up late to receive him. Tsunade and Shizune immediately left for the main entrance gate of the village along with a couple of jonin, leaving the elders behind. No sensible woman would have left the building wanting to pee as much as she did ,but there wasn’t any choice for her to make. She was the Hokage , and her duty was one came before anything else, even before her need to relieve herself. ….. Standing at the main gate of the village , Tsunade frowned impatiently as she looked at the end of the dirt road to see if anyone was coming, but Lord Takeshi and his troupe were still nowhere to be seen. Tsunade hated to be kept waiting, she really wished the Lord was more punctual. But even more disappointing was the fact that she realized she would have had time to go to the bathroom and still be present to receive the noble when he arrived, and she was starting to wish she had done so. But well it was too late now. She would just have to wait until the meeting was over, which wouldn’t be too long. Tsunade could easily control her need for a really long period of time owing to her huge bladder. She was confident that she would make it. Plus by her estimates, it would take just an hour or so for the meeting to wrap up, it shouldn’t be much of a deal. Rather than standing still, Tsunade was pacing up and down, taking three or four mincing steps away from her spot, then turning and walking the few steps back. The nagging discomfort in her abdomen was making her restless and the hot afternoon sun wasn’t helping either. She pressed her thighs together as she walked and bit her lip, praying the Lord would arrive soon. It wasn’t very often that Tsunade was worried, and it was even less often that the result of that worry was due to her need to pee. Tsunade hardly ever felt the need to pee to the point where it was bothering her as much as it was now. She was beginning to wonder if her decision to avoid using the toilets just to show up on time to welcome the Lord was wrong. She was seriously beginning to contemplate about the idea of going back to the mansion to use the bathroom, leaving Shizune behind to welcome the Lord, but soon erased it from her mind because she knew it wouldn’t have looked good and the Lord might take it as his insult. Suddenly , Tsunade saw a palanquin at the very end of the road , slowly approaching them. It had to be the Feudal Lord. “Oh,thank goodness…” Tsunade breathed in relief when she came to know that her wait would soon be over. Surrounded by several people, the palanquin drew ever so closer towards the gate of the village.Tsunade rubbed her thighs impatiently , looking at the group of people, slowly walk towards them. “Welcome Lord Takeshi…” Tsunade greeted him, as his palanquin drew into the gates of the village. “Good to see you Lady Tsunade…” said the middle aged man who was accompanied by his several advisors . The lord stepped out of his palanquin and shook hands with the lady. They both greeted each other warmly before advancing towards the Hokage’s office. Walking alongside the lord, surrounded by his advisors and a bunch of jonin, Tsunade could not get her mind off of her need to use the toilets. Her movements were growing more calculated and controlled now. Just after taking a few steps ,Tsunade felt a somewhat painful jolt from her bladder, which startled her. For a split second, she thought about grabbing her crotch, but decided not to do so in public. Besides, the last thing she wanted was to give any signs to the people about how desperate she was, and touching herself down there would surely give it away. Neglecting that minor warning from her bladder, Tsunade decided to distract herself by thinking about what she was going to say in the meeting. However, a few more steps later, Tsunade felt another, slightly stronger spasm, which made her sigh. This could be a problem. Walking while needing to pee was sending waves of spasms across her bladder but thankfully , they were almost at the Hokage’s office now. By this point, Tsunade had decided that she was not going to wait till the end of the meeting to relieve herself. Her need to go had been increasing all this while and it was now making her really uncomfortable .She was sure she would get more desperate during the meeting if she didn’t relieve herself now. “ Lord Takeshi, I’d like you to proceed towards the hall, I’ll join you in a moment..” Tsunade said in a humble tone as soon as they entered the building. “Is it something important Lady Tsunade? I guess the meeting is about to start?” the lord inquired in his usual low, husky voice. “Yes, I guess it cannot wait ,but I’ll be back before the meeting commences…” Tsunade replied. “Alright then..” the lord said before he turned around and went towards the hall where the meeting was to be held, followed by Shizune and others. Finally, Tsunade had the chance to pee, but she still needed to hurry so she could make it to the meeting before it started. She walked swiftly towards the location of the only toilet in the entire building. Her hurried footsteps weren’t really helping her steadily filling bladder, but she didn’t care. She just wanted to relieve herself once and for all so she could concentrate on the meeting that lay ahead. She sighed as she turned at the corner to find the toilets at the end of the empty hallway. The sight of the toilets made her want to go even more, but she held firm, she was almost there. When she was more than halfway to the toilets, Tsunade heard a voice that immediately made her growl inside her head. “Grandma Tsunade!” came the familiar voice. She heard that voice everyday. It was none other than Naruto Uzumaki, the number one knuckle-head ninja. Oh no, please not now, she thought, walking faster. She tried to act as if she didn’t hear him, but soon Naruto was right beside her, rubbing his nose in his signature style. “I’m talking to you grandma! Don’t you try to ignore me like that!” he spouted. Tsunade gritted her teeth. She was in no mood for his unbearable ranting, especially when her need to empty her bladder was becoming a priority. “What is it Naruto?!” she responded in her usual aggressive tone, before she stopped and turned around to confront the kid. “Well you said I’ll get to go on some super cool S-Rank mission today but you bailed out on me, I want a mission now! Maybe something like kicking that snake creep Orochimaru’s ass!” Naruto yelled in excitement. “Stop yelling like that!” Tsunade shouted back, her voice loud enough to make Naruto jump out of his skin, making him fall back and hold the wall for support. “A genin level shinobi like you is not qualified enough to go on an S-Rank mission, considering your level ,maybe a C or D rank will be good enough for you..,” Tsunade said in a firm voice . “…but I don’t want that! I can’t go around the village cleaning horse crap and watering rice fields! I need a real mission!” Naruto cried out. “I am the Hokage! And I decide what you get to do!” she roared, “ Do you get me you little whining brat?!” she glared into his eyes, making the poor boy almost die out of fear. “Y-Yes mam…” Naruto answered, his voice shaking with fear. She looks so scary while yelling like that, he thought. The two engaged in a serious conversation as they walked along the rest of the hallway. Finally they reached Tsunade’s original destination. She stopped walking when they reached at the front of the toilet door and cleared her throat awkwardly, knowing exactly what she had to say but having trouble getting the words out. Although she had always been a straight forward and blunt person, Tsunade was really not willing to let Naruto know that she had to relieve herself. It would have been so embarrassing for her to admit to the pesky little brat that she had to pee. So in frustration,she stood there with her arms folded and thighs pressed together, reluctantly listening to Naruto’s consistent rambling, hoping that he would leave soon. She had already told the boy that she would assign him a mission once she got free after the meeting but he just wasn’t willing to listen and it wasn’t very long before his never ending blabber made Tsunade lose her cool again. “Naruto, if you do not get out of my sight right now, I swear to god, I’ll assign you a mission to clean all the pig sties in the village! Do you get me?!” Tsunade shouted at the poor boy in rage. “Err.. okay…” a terrified Naruto spoke. There was sweat all over his face. He was beginning to feel really intimated by Tsunade’s aggressive demeanor. “Okay I definitely don’t want to do that...but before I leave, I must really use the restroom…I have been holding it since morning…” Naruto smiled like a fool, grabbing his crotch and hopping from foot to foot. He looked nervous and started crossing his legs. “B- But…” Tsunade began to say. She had a meeting to attend and she needed to relieve herself before she went for it. “I am sorry I can’t wait!”, Naruto said before desperately rushing inside the toilet, not even waiting for Tsunade to complete her sentence. She felt a bit annoyed to see Naruto get in first but then calmed herself down. N-no problem, she thought. I can wait. It’s not like I’m bursting or anything. She wished there were more toilets in the building to make up for situations like these. Hokage’s Office was a busy place after all, more toilets would definitely help! She paced a few steps back and forth with her arms folded around her chest, waiting for her turn to get in and relieve herself. She wanted to yell at Naruto to hurry but didn’t ,as it would have been disgraceful for a renowned kunoichi like her. There was no way she could let anyone know that she really had to use the loos. She waited patiently but even after a few minutes Naruto was still hogging the toilet. Tsunade was beginning to grow worried now. However, Tsunade soon heard the toilet flush and was immediately relieved when the door opened and the boy walked out. “Phew…I really had to go bad,” he spoke, looking much relieved than before. Shut up, Tsunade thought. She was annoyed at the kid for not letting her go first, nevertheless, the loo was unoccupied now and free for her to use. But as soon as she was about to go in she was stopped by someone’s voice. “Lady Tsunade!” she heard Shizune yell and before long, the black haired woman appeared from the other end of the hallway. “There you are! Everyone is waiting for you at the meeting hall, come quick!”, she informed as she hurried towards the two. “Oh no..” Tsunade breathed. She didn’t realize that she had already wasted a lot of time waiting for her turn to use the bathroom! She had two choices now -- either hold it and go for the meeting, or pee and further delay her attendance for the same. It was déjà vu of standing in front of her bathroom door at her house that morning. While she was seriously considering the second option, Tsunade knew how bad it would have looked for her to show up late. There was no way she could let the reputation of the Hokage be tarnished. So half heartedly, she started to walk towards the meeting hall and wondered if she’d made the right choice. “So when do I get my next mission?” Naruto asked again. “You say that one more time and I’ll smash your head to the wall!” Tsunade turned around and yelled, scaring the hell out of both Naruto and Shizune. “Aaaa…!” Naruto jumped out of the window in panic , not wanting to stay there to experience the Sanin’s wrath. Both the ladies turned around and continued on their way after Naruto left, hoping he won’t show up again. As Tsunade approached the meeting hall, she started speculating about what she was going to do about her bladder’s situation. It was now the first thing on her mind when she wasn’t thinking about anything else, and she was aching for relief. She wondered if she could make a quick trip to the loo in-between the meeting, but the fact that no one was allowed to leave before it concluded made Tsunade worried. May be she could make an exception? She was the Hokage after all. Truthfully, she had always been too proud to ask for a break in-between a meeting to scurry of to a bathroom. That would have given others the impression that she was desperate and she certainly didn’t want that. Tsunade stepped inside the meeting hall to find that The Konoha Council, a few notable members of the ANBU Black Ops and of course Lord Takeshi and his advisors were already present there. They all fixed their gaze towards the Hokage, who had showed up considerably late. She quickly took her seat next to the Feudal Lord, placing her beautiful hands on the desk. Lord Takeshi looked at her in disapproval, but refrained from saying anything.Tsunade felt embarrassed for being late, so much that she even forgot about her distressing need to pee. But as soon as she saw the lord take a sip of water from his glass, she instantly felt her need to go intensify. She hurriedly crossed her legs hoping it would take some pressure off her sphincters. Unfortunately, it didn’t provide much relief. She still felt the urge, she could only hope the meeting would end soon. ** “It has been reported that the Akatsuki has succeeded in capturing the five-tails…” stated one of the advisors. Tsunade could barely concentrate on anything now, much less the meeting. She tried very hard to focus on the what was been discussed, but her extremely full bladder continuously demanded her attention. She was not used to waiting this long, and she kept uncrossing and re-crossing her legs all the while. It was getting to the point where she worried she might finally need to ask for the dreaded bathroom break. This was one occasion where she definitely did not want to attract any attention to herself. A number of times she thought about just leaving the room but couldn’t muster the courage to do it. She then started to think of reasons why she did not need to go to the toilet. She told herself that there was not much time left for the meeting to end and that she could definitely wait until then. She told herself that it was important for her to be present at the meeting while something as important as the Akatsuki was being discussed. She tried to convince herself that she did not need to pee as badly as she thought. She even tried to assure herself that paying attention to what others were saying would take her mind off her need to go, but it didn’t work. In the end, she realized that she was wasting so much time and mental energy thinking about all these things that she might as well just go. But first ,she would just need to ask the lord to excuse her. Leaving without notifying him would have been utterly disrespectful towards him as well as all the other dignitaries sitting there. Taking a deep breath, she began softly , “Err…Um..” , her lower lip trembled. “Is there something you want to say Lady Tsunade?” Lord Takeshi asked, hoping she would suggest a way to stop the criminal organization’s onslaught. “I am sorry but I do not feel very well, if you could please excuse me for a while…” Tsunade requested, her face rather pale. The Lord raised his eyebrows. He had certainly not expected such a response but he had noticed that Tsunade was very quiet and a little on edge this whole time. “Of course go ahead, but make sure you don’t take too long…” Lord Takeshi said. “Thank you,” Tsunade muttered, slowly getting up from her chair. She felt heat rush to her face as she tried to ignore the curious glances as she exited the room. “Please excuse me my lord…” Shizune requested before quickly following Tsunade out of the room. She had been standing beside Tsunade all this while and had noted that the Sanin was sitting slightly bent forward with her legs crossed. She hadn’t bothered to ask her then if she was alright ,but now, seeingTsunade leave the meeting in-between really got Shizune worried. She knew Tsunade would never skip a meeting as important as this one, until it was a case of absolute emergency. Maybe she was feeling really unwell. As soon as she was out of the door, Tsunade sighed. That had been humiliating. She felt like kicking herself for not using the bathroom when she’d had the opportunity to do so. She then tried to calm herself down. At least now she’d finally get to pee. And as soon as she returned, she’d be her usual, confident self again. Everything would be back to normal. “Are you alright my lady?” Shizune asked , storming out of the room, looking intently at her mentor. “I’m fine Shizune, I just need to…” “Grandma Tsunade! Now do you have the time to assign me a mission? It’s so boring to wander around the village and have nothing to do at all,” Naruto interrupted her ,as he stood there, leaning to the wall. Neither Shizune nor Tsunade had noticed him at all and they were in fact a bit surprised to know that he still was hanging around waiting to receive a mission. Tsunade almost cried in despair. Why? Of all people, of all times … Why him? “Not now Naruto, Lady Tsunade isn’t feeling too well…” Shizune reprimanded. “Really? Are you alright grandma Tsunade?” Naruto inquired with a bit of concern on his voice. “Yes I am alright Naruto. Just, my…um… stomach hurts,” she said, not wanting to tell him the actual reason for her distress. Now Shizune’s eyes widened. “If it was bad enough to make you walk out of the meeting, then I guess we must do a quick check up to see everything is okay?” “No I don’t think I need that Shizune..” Tsunade said in a low voice. “Well I think that Shizune is right, you must get yourself checked, I mean there is no harm in doing that,” Naruto said, “Well I guess it’s not like someone poisoned your food or something, but still…” “Shut up, Naruto! I’ve already told you that I am fine, I do not need a checkup,” Tsunade grumbled ,feeling irritated now. “Well you may think you don’t need it, but as a medical ninja I know that small problems like these can aggravate with time. I’d strongly suggest you to get yourself checked before you go back in,” Shizune said to receive a rather unsure look from Tsunade. “Don’t worry it won’t take long, I’ll make it as quick as possible...” she continued as she turned around and started walking towards a room where she knew they had a medical kit and a bed to lay upon. Tsunade started to sweat. She really did not want to go for a check up. All she wanted to do was get inside a toilet and pee. But looking at Shizune’s assertiveness , she decided to go for it, hoping it won’t take long. Then again, the main reason why she agreed to it was that she did not want Naruto to know about her situation. If she’d been with only Shizune, she’d have readily admitted that she was in fact in need of the loos, but with this brat around, there was no way she could even utter the word ‘toilet’ from her mouth. “Okay..” she sighed in defeat, before she started following her assistant. “Alright Granny, let’s get you checked!” Naruto beamed. Shut up or I’ll kill you, thought Tsunade. As they walked towards the room, Tsunade tried to keep her breathing steady. She looked at her crotch, wanting so badly to reach down there and squeeze it. Just a tiny squeeze before anyone could notice. But she immediately felt ashamed of herself for even thinking about doing something like that. She refused to let her hands go anywhere near her crotch. For one, she wasn’t that desperate, at least that’s what she told herself. And two, even if she was, it was a shameful thing to do, especially when she had company. She walked a little faster, hoping to get over with it as soon as possible so she could finally go to the loo. Suddenly, she stopped and her eyes widened. A small stream of pee had just escaped into her panties. Tsunade was completely shocked. She had definitely not seen that coming. She thought she was in control, that there was nothing to worry about. Now, after her body had a taste of relief, it wanted more. Tsunade felt herself shaking like a leaf; she had to pee so badly. “Lady Tsunade? What’s the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Shizune inquired. “Uh…” Tsunade realized that Naruto was staring at her, obviously surprised by her sudden alarm. She tried to think of anything reasonable to say that didn‘t involve the truth. “I, um- nothing! It’s just getting difficult to walk because of the pain, but I think it’ll be alright.” “Well it looks like it is getting worse, maybe we should hurry,” Naruto said. “What?! No, I’m fine! I swear!” But neither of them listened to her and they continued towards their destination. …… “This really isn’t necessary, I told you I’m fine.” “I know Lady Tsunade, but just to be sure…” Shizune said, turning the door knob open. They entered a small room with a bed in it. “Sit right there,” Shizune said kindly, pointing towards the bed, as she herself went to get the medical kit from the closet. Tsunade reluctantly did what she was told to, wincing as she sat on the cold surface of the bed. Her bladder was quick to respond, with a strong spasm that caused Tsunade to shudder slightly. She slowly lied down on the bed, hoping it would make her feel better and it did. Even while lying down , her bladder still looked like it was jutting out six inches from her abdomen. She closed her eyes and told herself that her need to pee wasn’t as bad as it felt and that it was only in her mind. “Well ,I never knew we had a room like this, in here, maybe the Old Man Hokage got it set up for himself?,” Naruto spoke , looking at the ceiling. It took every ounce of self-control Tsunade had in her body not to break Naruto’s neck. She closed her eyes hoping when she reopened them she would find that everything had just been a horrible, nasty dream. “Grandma Tsunade? Are you awake ?” Naruto inquired softly , not wanting to disturb her in case she had actually fallen asleep. Tsunade opened her eyes. This was no dream. She was still in that dark room, bursting to pee. She wondered briefly if she should simply bolt out of the room. It was awfully tempting, she had to admit. “Were you taking a nap, Lady Tsunade?” Shizune asked, “I’ve noted that you haven’t been getting enough sleep lately. Now, let’s see what’s causing your stomach to ache. Where does it hurt?” she placed a hand on Tsunade bulging bladder , “Here?” “Yes, it hurts there…” Tsunade responded softly. “Hmmm,” Shizune said. “Does it hurt anywhere else?” “No.” “Do you feel dizzy? A little nauseous?” “No, I don’t…” “Do you feel the need to use the bathroom?” Tsunade felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. Just that word made her leak a few more drops into her already damp knickers. She shifted uncomfortably and pressed her thighs together. “No..” she lied, not wanting to admit the truth in Naruto’s presence. “I see,” Shizune said, “How long ago did it start to hurt?” Tsunade felt a twinge from her now angry bladder reminding her that she was overdue for the toilet. “I don’t know,” she responded simply. Shizune pressed her lips together. “Well then I guess , it might be due to a heat stroke. You must drink lots of water to make sure you don’t get dehydrated.” “I know that Shizune, you don’t need to tell me…” Tsunade grumbled, sitting back up on the bed, her annoyance reaching a crescendo. “Lady Tsunade you need to rest for a while before you…” “Enough of it! I’ve told you I am fine, stop this nonsense…” “I am sorry to bother you my lady but you have been neglecting your health lately. I just had to make sure you were fine.” “You don’t need to,I can very well take care of myself…,” Tsunade said, slowly stepping off the bed, using all her muscles to hold back a violent flood that would soon become present on her clothes if she didn’t do something quickly about it. She stepped out of the room to be followed by Shizune and Naruto close behind. The moment she placed her foot on the corridor, Tsunade felt a searing wave of pain in her stomach. It was her bladder , yelling at her to rush to a toilet before it was too late. But she couldn’t allow herself to do so, not in front of Naruto. She noticed that Shizune looked quite a bit embarrassed, maybe because she almost dragged her here for a checkup. Clasping her hands and looking at her feet, Shizune said in a rather timid tone, “ I am sorry for making you go through so much trouble my lady, I guess it was nothing serious…” Tsunade looked at her; she had never seen Shizune looking as vulnerable as she did right then. This made her anger to mellow down and she realized that it was only Shizune’s concern that made her go to such great lengths. “It’s all right, you were just concerned. But, yes, once again, I am fine,” Tsunade said. “Hmm..” Shizune nodded in agreement. , looking at the Sanin. “So is Grandma Tsunade okay?” Naruto asked in his usual loud and shrilly voice, holding his hands at the back of his head . “Well, I guess so-” Shizune responded meekly. “I am fine, both of you don’t need to worry about me…” Tsunade said as they walked, , once again forgetting about her enormous need for the loo. “Well now that you’re done with your checkup, do you think you have the time to assign me a mission?” Naruto asked. “Well I’ve told you a million times Naruto, not now…” Tsunade declared. They walked along the hallway; it was getting harder and harder for Tsunade to hide her dilemma. She had begun to sweat due to the sheer desperation, and every time she tried to talk, her voice came out sounding strained. Now, her first instinct was obviously to go to the bathroom, no matter what Naruto would think of her. “I think we must get back fast Lady Tsunade, you’ve already missed a significant part of the meeting...” Shizune said. Suddenly, Tsunade’s face went pale and not just because of her painfully full bladder but also because she had completely forgotten about the meeting. “Oh no..” she sighed. How could she be so irresponsible? What was she going to say in excuse for bailing out of such a crucial meeting for this long? The fact that this had been the only time she’d ever asked to leave the meeting and that she’d been gone for so long was sure to cause suspicions. She hurried towards the meeting hall and then stopped at its closed door, so did Naruto and Shizune. She tried to concentrate and listen to what was being discussed inside, hoping the topic was not her absence. When she heard someone say Jinchūriki, she breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe they were too involved in the discussion to notice her walk in. Or maybe they would pierce her with their stares once she sets her foot inside the room. Either way, she was definitely not looking forward to returning inside and facing all those people again. And what about her need to relieve herself? She hadn’t even got a chance to stop by the toilet after all. “You don’t have to worry about giving me a mission, I’ll wait until you are done with this crappy meeting of yours..” Naruto exclaimed self-centeredly . He grinned at Tsunade but she couldn’t form even a trace of smile. She felt absolutely miserable. She needed the bathroom like she needed air, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold on. She had already leaked twice, and there was no telling if the next loss of control would be quite that unnoticeable. “But make sure you don’t bail out on me this time grandma…” Naruto continued before he took his exit. Tsunade stood in front of the door for a few seconds, her mind occupied by her immense need to pee. She was petrified to think of sitting in the meeting while needing to pee this bad, she didn’t know if she could hold it much longer. She didn’t know who to blame for her terrible misfortune – the council members for not letting her relieve herself when she had the time, Naruto for hovering around and making her uncomfortable to admit her need ,Shizune for worrying too much and causing more trouble, or herself for not using the bathroom in the first place that morning. She realized she could still go to the bathroom . She had already wasted so much time, what more was one or two extra minutes going to cost? “What is the matter Lady Tsunade? Why aren’t we going in?” Shizune inquired. “Shizune, I just really need to..” was all she could say before the door opened and a member of the ANBU stepped out. “Fifth, I was about to go look for you, you have been for a while, Lord Takeshi requests your presence in the meeting hall..” he said. Tsunade nearly cried. There was no way she could leave now. She was stopped from going to the loo even before she could depart. With her fists clenched firm and thighs tightly pressed together , she tried to calm herself down. Sucking in air, she slowly followed the ANBU in, trying to look as discreet as possible. However, she may as well have had horns on her head, for as soon as she stepped in the hall everybody turned their attention to her. What are you all looking at? ,she thought irritably. Lord Takeshi lifted his eyes from the desk and saw Tsunade staggering into the room, red-faced and avoiding any type of eye contact. “There you are, The Fifth,” he said as Tsunade took her seat, which felt cold from not having been sat in for a long period of time and caused her bladder to twitch in discomfort. “We were starting to worry about you. Are you all right? What happened?” Tsunade glanced quickly around the room. Everyone was staring at her. Suddenly more nervous than she had ever been in her life, especially since her bladder felt like it was about to explode, she couldn‘t form a simple sentence. “Nothing,” she murmured. Lord Takeshi, raised his eye brows; where was the strong, blunt, ever so confident Fifth Hokage that he knew? And who was this tense, worried woman that had taken her place? Tsunade wanted to die. She had missed out on a considerable part of the meeting , without even getting a chance to relieve herself. Damn you Naruto, she thought. Had it not been for the pesky little runt , she would’ve definitely relieved herself. But it was too late to think about it now. She was back at the meeting and there was no way she could leave before it concluded. “Well, then, um…. I suppose we must continue with the meeting…” Lord Takeshi said, awkwardly clearing his throat. For the next hour or so , Tsunade consistently kept crossing, uncrossing and then re-crossing her legs under the table. Many a times she felt tempted enough to squeeze her crotch but refused herself the relief it would bring to her exhausted sphincters. All what she could manage was to place a hand on her thigh, next to her crotch. Her body was beginning to shudder with the effort it was taking to hold her pee and she seriously didn’t know how much longer she could endure such pressure. But she held on, hoping she could get to the toilet before it was too late. Suddenly she heard Lord Takeshi say , “ Well , I guess, we must stop here for a small break now. It has been a long meet after all, I’ll see you all in half an hour…” he declared. For Tsunade, this was the best surprise she had ever received that day. Lord Takeshi usually never adjourned the meeting before the outcome of the discussion had been met, but today he had made an exception! That meant she could go to the bathroom. She felt delighted once again. All the members immediately rose from their desks and headed out the door. Tsunade began to follow them, but was stopped. “Hold on, Lady Tsunade,” The Feudal Lord said. Her shoulders dropped. What now? “Please take a seat, I want to have a word with you in private….” Tsunade did as she was asked to ,but not before glancing sadly at the door that kept her freedom. “Could you please ask your assistant to step out too..?” he said. Tsunade gave Shizune a look of anguish and nodded slightly. “Sure...” Shizune said before she rhythmically walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. Tsunade sat there ,grabbing the edge of the table. She was devastated. She wanted to go out too, but couldn’t. She pressed her legs tightly, trying to battle the immense pressure that was ramming her pee hole. Suddenly, she felt her need intensify a lot more than what it was just a few seconds ago. God, she needed to get out of there. “While you were gone, the meeting reached an important decision to send the Nine Tails’ Jinchuriki, Naruto Uzumaki to the Land of Rice Patties, where he could be kept hidden from the Akatsuki…” Lord Takeshi began to say, “But I think it won’t be a big deal for them to locate the boy even after such measures from our side…” “Oh..” Tsunade mumbled, squeezing her thighs tightly. “Instead, I have thought of a different strategy, one that will assure they never get to lay there hands upon him…,” The Lord continued, “ I suggest…. we get rid of the boy…” “Ahhh..!” Tsunade sighed, her eyes widening in shock, “How could you even think of that, you old geezer!?” “Calm down Lady Tsunade, I know how you feel, but I do not see another way out of this…” Lord said, “…we cannot afford to take any chances. One cannot begin to imagine the kind of catastrophe it would bring if the Akatsuki succeed in their mission of capturing The Nine-Tails as well… Our best shot is... to eliminate that source of power when we have the chance… ” “How dare you?!” Tsunade yelled, her voice shaking with anger as she stood up from her seat, “Do you think I’ll let you do something like that? Naruto Uzumaki is the pride of the Hidden Leaf Village and I’ll not let you lay a finger upon him!” “Believe me , even I do not want to take such a step but in a situation like this …I guess we do not have much choice. Although, I am willing to listen to any other propositions you may have to make.” Tsunade sat back down and crossed her legs. She sighed out loud with her eyes closed in an effort to calm herself down. “Do what you wish to but Naruto will stay in the village…” she said, her voice much calmer than what it was just a few seconds ago, “I know it is a huge risk but… I have faith in him and on all the shinobi of the Hidden Leaf, the Akatsuki will never succeed in their mission… that I assure you…” “Very well then… as you wish.. but I guess it would not be a bad idea to draw out some defensive measures…just in case…” Suddenly, with her focus broken , Tsunade was again reminded of her immeasurable need to pee. In the heat of the argument she had completely forgotten about her situation but now, when she had cooled down, she could not help but feel it again. Her facial expression changed from anger to that of nervousness and anxiety. She crossed her legs tighter. She was shattered to realize that it may take a while before her discussion with the Lord may come to an end. “We must order multiple squads of Jonin to patrol the borders in order to identify any signs of infiltration, may the intruders be shinobi from other lands or the Akatsuki themselves…” Lord Takeshi gave Tsunade a serious look. “M-maybe…” Tsunade responded placing a hand on her thigh. She squirmed a bit in her seat but not so evidently that the Lord could notice. She continued to listen to the Lord half-heartedly, as he told her about the probable measures that could be taken to prevent any intrusion into the village. Throughout this , she kept rubbing her protruding belly from time to time. Her breathes were growing shallow and she was beginning to sweat a little. Each moment felt like daggers piercing into her abdomen. She couldn’t wait to get out of there, but unfortunately, the Lord was keeping her with his injudicious talks. When their clandestine discussion came to an end, Tsunade excused herself to nip out of the room. She shuffled up to the door and turned the knob, but it didn’t budge. Oh no!, she sighed. She tried again but nothing happened. It might have accidentally locked from the outside “What’s the matter Lady Tsunade?” The Lord asked. “I think the door might have locked from the outside..” “Oh , I see, someone will notice and unlock it before long, there is nothing to worry about…” he said. Tsunade sighed in despair, only if the Lord knew how bad she had to pee. She then pounded on the door, shouting for anyone to let her out. But nobody could hear her. Where the hell is Shizune? , she thought. Tsunade was so furious that she almost decided to break the door off but somehow refrained herself from doing so. She was breaking down. She felt like she was about to cry. She had never been pushed so much in her entire life. She retreated back to her chair and crossed her legs immediately as she sat down. She had to will herself to keep everything under control and not panic. But could she really maintain control? She could feel that she was fast approaching her limit, her bladder stretched painfully inside her abdomen. She had no idea how much more pressure it could take before something drastic happened. Was it possible for a bladder to actually burst? She had never considered the possibility before, but now the question was uppermost in her thoughts. “Are you alright Lady Tsunade? You seem a little distressed?” Lord Takeshi asked. “Oh no…it’s nothing..” she responded vaguely, holding her forehead for a second. Although Tsunade was trying her best to hide her dilemma, The Lord was able to decipher that there was something wrong with her. But he decided to not say anything despite the fact that he was growing a little wary of Tsunade’s situation. Tsunade buried her head in her hands. Today was the worst day of her life. Now she really regretted not using the bathroom at home earlier. Look at all the trouble her hasty decision had caused now. She wished she could just go back in time. She tried to think positive. Maybe someone would notice and unlock the door soon. There were still a few minutes to go before the break came to an end. Maybe, just maybe she might have a chance. Her poor, tormented bladder was nearing its limit. The urge was eating away at her; she had never felt so desperate to pee in her entire life. She looked down at her crossed legs and once again considered sliding her hand right in between her two thighs. Maybe the Lord wouldn’t notice. She slowly brought a hand near her crotch, but immediately felt ashamed and yanked it away. It was a disgrace, she could not risk holding herself in someone’s presence, especially when that someone was the Feudal Lord of the Land of Fire. What am I doing? she thought. I’m not thinking straight. Maybe distracting myself will help. She started counting from one to hundred in reverse , hoping the arduous task would help keep her mind off her intensifying discomfort. It did engage her but not for long. When her counting finished ,Tsunade started looking for any other means of distracting herself from the liters of urine that was yet to be released. Under so much stress and pressure ,she wasn’t able to think of anything that would help her distract her mind. She then switched to the tried and tested method of crossing her legs tighter, hoping it would ease off her need to go. She rubbed her thighs with both hands and blew air from her pursed lips. It was getting very difficult to hold back. Where is everyone? Why isn’t someone opening the door?, Tsunade thought worriedly. She moaned; the acute pain in her abdomen was killing her. Her whimper again managed to pull the Lord’s attention but he let it slide by this time too. After all, it was none of his concern what this lady was dealing with. Tsunade wished there was a window in the room. She could have jumped off it and then went to the loos . With her elbows on the table, Tsunade held her face and shut her eyes. Then, the whole hectic morning began to wind down on her. Despite her severe need to pee, she found herself sliding off to sleep. She resisted the urge to doze off, fearing that she might lose control while in sleep. The sudden sound of the door knob made Tsunade remove her hands from the face. She saw a few of the Lord’s advisors walk in ,followed by the rest of the members of the meeting panel with Shizune to be the last of them. The break was over and with it, the perfect opportunity for Tsunade to go pee was now gone. Although she was the Hokage, leaving now would have looked extremely unethical and unprofessional. Tsunade had no other choice but to stay there until the meeting got over. “Shizune, where were you? Do you even realize you locked the door behind you when you left?” Tsunade grumbled in a low voice, making sure not to attract any attention. “Oh, I am sorry my lady, I never realized that!” she replied , rather shocked at what she had done, “ I actually went to grab something to eat. I am sorry, I was starving…” she added, making an apologetic face. Tsunade felt like yelling at her assistant at that very moment but by some means managed to control her anger. She felt speechless, how could Shizune be so irresponsible? Now she was going to have to sit through the whole grueling meeting with a bursting bladder between her hips. At this point, she was seriously starting to doubt whether or not she could hold it for much long. She glared at those who were in there; they had no idea the anguish that she was going through at the moment. She squirmed as discreetly as she could in her seat, trying to find a comfortable position that she could remain in for the rest of the meeting. When she had finally found one, she tried to focus the remainder of her attention towards what was being discussed. The next forty minutes were nothing but torture for poor Tsunade. The pain was so strong that she could barely even think straight, let alone talk. Everything reminded her of the toilet, and her panties were now uncomfortably damp; she hadn’t been able to stop a small spurt from escaping. She was trembling in fear and pressure. She jiggled her legs in her seat, trying for the hundredth time to relax herself and stop thinking about her urgent need. But the frightening truth that she was about to explode had completely taken over her mind. What would happen if she did have an accident in the meeting? All the members of the panel, what would they think of her? How would she be able to call herself the Hokage after wetting herself like that? How would she be able to face anybody after that? It would be a mighty blow to her reputation. She knew that if she didn’t use the toilets soon she was going to lose it, but there was nothing she could do at this point. She needed to be present at the meeting. She was sweating; she had never had to pee so badly in her entire life. Although in a shaking voice, Tsunade suggested some measures that could be taken to boost the village’s security. This helped her take her mind off her strained bladder for a few minutes. Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to tear her chest apart. Tsunade couldn’t keep herself from showing obvious signs of distress on her face,as she heard what others had to say. She was feeling really stressed now. Her bladder was going to explode with all the force of a nuclear bomb and there was virtually nothing she could do about it. Every couple of minutes she was finding it necessary to switch the crossing of her legs to help even out the pressure the liters of alcohol were exerting on her bladder. She sighed in frustration at the prospect of having to hold on for god knows how long. She was beginning to wonder if she would be able to make it till the end. Another twenty minutes passed, and by this time , her muscles were trembling and she squeezed her legs together. She even had her calves crossed under the table and was rhythmically rocking one leg back and forth to help contain her urine, which was now screaming to come out of her bladder. She was in so much pain and she didn't know how much longer her abdominal muscles would be able to resist the overwhelming desire to release her pent-up pee. Tsunade was now leaning a little bit forward. Her legs were trembling because her bladder was at its limit. Every second from here on out was going to be extremely painful and difficult. She couldn't even talk without trembling, much less focus on the meeting. Dammit, this meeting is taking way too long. Why are they dragging this thing out? ,she thought. She looked at the Lord who continued to talk endlessly regarding the issue. Tsunade wanted to kill him for holding a never ending meeting that seemed to have been going on since ages. She was frustrated , angry and desperate. So desperate that she was in fact going insane with the pressure. She was dying to relieve herself, but she knew that she would have to survive this meeting before she could release the flood she was so desperately holding in. Despite being almost on the brink of wetting herself, Tsunade was pushing herself, somehow giving herself the extra strength and abdominal stamina she needed to get out of this with reasonably dry panties. Another hour passed and by now Tsunade’s need had reached to the point of no return. Her sphincters ached due to holding it for so long and her voice trembled every time she tried to speak something. She frantically awaited the meeting to be adjourned, a hand on her thigh, close to her crotch. The meeting was almost at its end now. She knew it was not long before she could make a dash for the loos. She loosened up just a little bit in the anticipation of being able to leave soon and suddenly her bladder gave out for a split second and let out a jet of fresh urine into her panties. "NO, NO, NO," she gasped under her breath. She bent forward and grabbed her crotch under the desk, barely able to keep the floodgates closed any longer. She didn't even care what happened to the meeting . She had just lost a spurt of pee and it had soaked right through her panties. I can’t hold it, she thought. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t hold it. I can’t hold- Lord Takeshi then uttered the words Tsunade had been waiting to hear for so long. "Well I suppose that’s it then. Thank you everybody for your valuable inputs. The meeting is adjourned.” Tsunade could have jumped to the ceiling from joy. Finally the meeting was over. That meant she could go use the loo! Oh thank you, thank you, thank you! Tsunade was so desperate she would do anything for a toilet now. Her bladder could sense that relief was near, and a contraction, the likes of which she had never felt before, came over her and made her push out a few more drops into her panties. Tsunade hobbled ever so slowly toward the door with one hand on her thigh next to her crotch and the other on her aching bladder, holding her breath and praying she wouldn't be forced to release any more pee before she reached the toilet. Her need to urinate was colossal; she felt like her bladder was a ticking time bomb about to go off. She frantically tried to slip past the other people. She had to get to the bathroom, and fast. Her ordeal was soon going to be over and she was finally going to get the satisfaction of wetting like a racehorse and feel the monstrous wave of urine rush out of her. But just when she was about to turn towards the hallway, Lord Takeshi’s voice stopped her dead in her tracks. “I’ll be holding a short prayer meet at the Memorial Stone right after this, everyone present here is requested to join in. Thank you,” he said, before he started walking towards the door himself. Walking right past Tsunade, he quickly made his exit followed by his advisors and the village elders. “If you don’t mind Lord Takeshi, I’ll join you all in a while , I have some important stuff I need to take care of…” Tsunade said, clearing her throat, her pressed thighs and firmly clenched fists telling how desperate she was. The Lord stopped on his way and turned around,“I am sorry Princess Tsunade but we are running short on time. I need to leave immediately after we are done with this. I guess whatever it is that you need to do can wait a little longer?” he said. “Y-Yes..” Tsunade faltered. She almost cried out in frustration and agony. Why the hell did he have to stop her now when she was going out of her mind for a massive piss, and delay her into the bargain by making her attend the prayer meet when every second was precious? The Lord smile and walked out of the building. “Don’t just stand there Tsunade , hurry up…” village elder Koharu said, walking out with the other council members. Tsunade’s throat went dry. She didn’t know what to do now. There was no way she’d have enough time to go pee and make it for the prayer meet. “What are we waiting for, let’s go!’ Shizune said. Tsunade was little surprised by her assistant’s sudden declaration. She hadn’t noticed her standing there, maybe because her mind was so occupied with her need to pee. Tsunade walked out the building doors, looking ghostly pale. Her bladder was so agonizingly full that she wondered how on earth she was going to hold it until the prayer meet got over and she got to a toilet. The 10 minute walk to the Memorial Stone was proving to be excruciatingly difficult for Tsunade. Her bladder felt like a hard boulder in her abdomen, so heavy and distended that each step felt like torture. “It’s been a while since I’ve been to the Memorial Stone for a prayer…” Shizune stated. “Hmm..” Tsunade sighed slowly, hands crossed around her chest. At this moment, she could care less about the stupid prayer meet. The only thing she was concerned about was the fact that she was about to explode, and the fact that Shizune was so calm compared to her wasn’t helping. How can her assistant be so oblivious? Tsunade took baby steps with her thighs tightly pressed together. She was beginning to feel her pee hole pulsating with the pressure it was battling against. She was so close to losing it. Her face had almost gone white, and she could hardly think from all the pain. Bent forward a little, Tsunade continued to stagger ahead, her face clearly portraying her agony. Her hand was now buried deep inside her crotch. She was no longer worried about her pride or dignity, at least it was better than losing control and wetting herself. She winced as another leak moistened her panties. She didn’t even want to picture what they must look like now. “Are you alright Lady Tsunade? You look unwell. Is it the stomach pain again?,” Shizune asked. “Oh it’s nothing, I-I just really need to use the bathroom..” Tsunade responded in a low voice, making sure the people walking ahead couldn’t hear her. That is when Shizune noticed Tsunade holding herself between the legs. She wondered how desperate the Sanin would be to do that in public. “Is it really urgent?” Shizune asked. Tsuande nodded desperately. She was putting so much effort into holding in the gallons of pee that were about to spurt out any second that she could not control herself from blurting out everything that had happened to her that day. “Today morning I couldn’t use the loos because I woke up late so I just dressed up and left for the meeting with the Feudal Lord. After finding out that the Lord still hadn’t arrived at the office, I decided to use the facilities before he came, but then the village elders asked me to go and wait at the main gate to receive the him when he finally arrives. So I just held it and left the office. I planned to visit the toilet once we reached back . I was on my way to the toilet but Naruto engaged me with his incessant blabbering and I ran out of time to use the loos again and I didn’t want to be late for the meeting so I held it some more and then I bailed out of the meeting to use the loos but then we met Naruto outside the room and I didn’t want to tell him I had to go so I lied about having a stomach ache but you both took me to that room for a checkup which I really didn’t want and then I went back to meeting and it was really embarrassing and I kept holding it, and then there was no time to go because Lord Takeshi asked everyone to immediately assemble for the prayer meet at the memorial stone and I asked him if he could wait but he said no and now I need to go so badly that I won’t be able to make it to the toilet!” she said. Shizune nodded sympathetically at the Hokage’s anecdote. She had never seen Lady Tsunade so distressed in her entire life. Maybe she really was in trouble. “I really have to pee, I don’t know how much longer I can hold it…” she said, feeling agitated and desperate. She had half-expected Shizune to be confused out of her mind, but she seemed to have got the basis of Tsunade’s anecdote. She looked with a hint of pity at her mentor who was struggling to hold it in. “Lady Tsunade, you didn’t need to go through all this, you know, you could have just told me you needed to go instead of saying you had a stomach ache. I would have understood. Why didn’t you just say so?” “It was just too embarrassing to admit with that brat Naruto in there,” Tsunade confessed. “I see, but still you shouldn’t have held it if you had to go this bad. Now you will have to hold it until we get back.” Tsunade took small baby steps, holding her crotch as tightly as she could. “I know. Just … don’t talk to me right now.” She looked at her assistant with pleading eyes and Shizune took that as a sign not to bother Tsunade anymore. On reaching the stone carved with the names of all the shinobi who had sacrificed their lives in battle, a wave of silence swept the entire group. They all stood there with heads bowed down in respect and hands joined for prayer. “A moment of silence for our fallen shinobi , who laid their lives to protect our village. It is because of their sacrifices that the Will of Fire still burns. Let us pray for them and their families. And let us wish that their departed souls rest in peace, ” Lord Takeshi said. Everyone closed their eyes and stood there in silence but Tsunade couldn’t. Bent forward a little she couldn’t let go of crotch now. Any relaxation at this point could have been very dangerous. Her breathing was much heavier than before and she was beginning to sweat a little. Oh, the pressure was unbelievable. Her lower lip was trembling as she stood there ,waiting for the prayer to end. Legs crossed tightly and holding her crotch, Tsunade looked frantically at the group of people around her who were devotedly praying. As the prayer came to an end after a few minutes, Tsunade decided that somehow she was not going to start running back to the office to use the toilets. Mentally and physically gritting her teeth, she turned around and started walking back before anyone could stop her or involve her in a mindless conversation . With a hand still buried deep inside her crotch, Tsunade began to walk hurriedly, but not before a few steps she heard Lord Takeshi calling out to her. “Oh! What is it you old geezer?!” she growled under her breath and turned back ,immediately removing the hand from her crotch. She didn’t have the time to stand there and talk now. She had to get to a toilet!! The only concession to her desperation she allowed herself was one hand resting on her throbbing abdomen. She could feel the enormous bulge there, it really hurt, the enormous pressure in her bladder forcing her tight pants to stretch. Both Lord Takeshi and Tsunade stood there, conversing. Tsunade wasn’t really taking much interest in the conversation, as she was fighting to control her bursting bladder without showing how desperate she was. Tsunade, determined not to cross her legs, was pressing them together as hard as she could, and bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, clenching all her holding muscles as hard as she could. The honor of being the world’s strongest kunoichi was at stake, and she was not going to give up easily. How she was regretting not having a pee that morning, but she had never expected this. Tsunade was trying to adopt a more relaxed attitude, standing with both hands folded under her breasts. Her tightly clenched butt was the proof of the fact that just how much effort she was making to hold in her pee. The occasional shudder, when she was also knocking her knees together caught Shizune’s eye. Shizune could also see that Tsunade's bladder area was swollen despite her tight pants, confirmation that her bladder was close to bursting. Tsunade’s trial of strength continued as she became more and more restless and distracted as her desperation reached a dangerous level. She continued to give increasingly disjointed answers to Lord Takeshi’s endless questions, her words frequently interrupted by sharp intakes of breath as she fought to contain her pee. At last, when Tsunade could hardly manage to think of anything else except I want to pee! Oh God how I want to pee! Lord Takeshi said, “Thank you for your co-operation Princess Tsunade. I hope we will be successful in our endeavors. I hope we meet soon.” “It’s been a pleasure to have you here my lord,” Tsunade said, forcing a smile on her face. With one huge effort of willpower she forced herself to walk normally until she was at a considerable distance from where everyone else was standing, absolutely desperate, she grabbed the waistband of her pants with both hands and pulled it upwards and away from her, (to ease the pressure on her swollen bladder.) She hobbled across the road like this, and only when she was sure she was out of Lord Takeshi’s sight did she reveal how desperate her need to pee was and press one hand between her legs, thankful there was only Shizune about to see her. “My Lady are you alright?” Shizune asked. “I have to pee so bad! We’ll just hurry up and get to the mansion, it is closer from here…”Tsunade exclaimed. She sighed and squeezed her crotch harder. This walk was going to be the toughest walk of her life. Her movements had turned into more of a hurried limp ,as she continued to move forward as fast as her swollen bladder could allow. “Oh my god..!” she cried out, hobbling chaotically, her face had considerably frowned. Her pee was just a hairbreadth away from pouring out and she was still so far away from her mansion. Sucking in air through her clenched teeth Tsunade staggered forward as fast as she could. She had to make it, at all costs. Then in mid-way she suddenly stopped and bent double, grabbing her crotch with all the strength left inside. “Oh god!” she sighed, closing her eyes in pain. “Are you alright Lady Tsunade?” a concerned Shizune asked. “Y-Yes let’s go…” Tsunade said before she resumed her walk. She was almost at the end of her ropes and she knew she needed to hurry up. Walking with her thighs tightly squeezed and hand buried deep inside her crotch, Tsunade halted again for a second and looked around for a place where she could possibly pee,she now wasn’t sure if she could hold it till she got to the mansion. But being almost at the center of the village now, she couldn’t find one. All she could see were shops and houses and people strolling around minding their own business. Realizing that she would not be able to relieve herself anywhere here, she quickly resumed her walk towards the mansion. She hobbled forward , sighing out loud. The pressure was beyond the point of control now, it was just a matter of a few seconds before her body gave up. “Oh my god…hurry up Shizune…” Tsunade breathed. “Oh, it hurts…” Still sucking in air through her gritted teeth, Tsunade continued to shuffle forward . Her steps had become much slower and calculated. She then abruptly stopped on her way again, bending on her knees and holding her crotch, she closed her eyes in an effort to concentrate on keeping her pee hole shut. Shizune too ceased her steps on seeing Tsunade stop. “Are you alright my lady?” Tsunade did not answer to her assistant’s question. She just continued to audibly draw in air through her clenched teeth as her face frowned to greater degree. “Oh no…!” Tsunade wailed, releasing her hand from the crotch, her legs trembling violently. A jet of pee had escaped in her already damp panties. Her control was slipping. “Oh no! Hurry up! Hurry up! I’m peeing!” Tsunade moaned, quickly resuming her walk as a small wet patch emerged on the crotch of her pants. “I’m…. oh my god-” she groaned, placing a hand on her thigh. “Aah..” she gasped, sliding her hand and stopping it right above her crotch. Walking hurriedly in her panic-stricken state ,she looked down to see the damage on her pants, hoping it wasn’t very noticeable. “I knew I should have gone before I left the office…” she said, squeezing her crotch. She could feel the wetness down there on her fingers. A big wet patch had formed at the back of her pants too, thankfully her knee length haori had concealed it entirely, at least for the moment. “Oh my god..!” Tsunade grumbled as she felt more pee escape, increasing the sign of the wet patch on her crotch. Slowly but steadily the stain was expanding on the back too, but it was still completely hidden by her jacket. Her exhausted body was screaming at her to let it go but she couldn’t bring herself to do that. She was so close to her mansion, she could see it from where she was right now. She couldn’t give up after coming so far, she was almost there. “Argh.. Oh god..aaahh..” Tsunade moaned, holding her crotch as she walked. Another long squirt leaked out further expanding both the patches, at the back and at the front. The entire area around her crotch and a considerable part of her inner thighs felt significantly wet now. She continued to hastily hobble forward. She had already wet her pants and underwear considerably but Tsunade knew that she wasn’t even getting started yet. An enormous amount of pee was still sitting inside her bladder and it wouldn’t be long before she loses control over it too. Finally ,the two reached the pathway that led to the door of the Hokage’s mansion. The mansion was nothing short of majestic. It stood tall and magnificent, towering over most buildings in the village. Shizune walked with Tsunade along the stone pathway, reassuring her mentor that they were almost there and everything would be all right. Tsunade’s vision was now clouded, her entire body was shaking as she clung on to her crotch for dear life. She could barely breathe now. Her bladder was so full it was almost numb. Many drops and a few streams had dripped onto the pathway. Shizune ran ahead and unlocked the door before walking in. Tsunade was overjoyed. She had finally made it! She began to follow Shizune inside, but unfortunately her sphincters were tremendously exhausted by now and they simply could not wait until she got to the toilet. Tsunade gasped as she began to feel streams of warm pee soak into her already damp underpants. She tried to shut her pee hole close with every ounce of strength left inside her. She succeeded to stop the flow but only for a split second, before a torrent of urine exploded out of her with incredible pressure and began soaking her clothes again. She pressed her fingers tighter into her crotch, but there was nothing more she could do. The pee forcefully penetrated her clothes forming streaks of wetness on the legs of her pants and spreading down towards her trembling knees. She had fought so hard and lost. Her urine began pouring down onto the cement under her feet while Tsunade stood there, looking on in a morbid fascination. “My Lady?” Shizune turned around, wondering why the Sanin had not followed her inside the house. Tsunade wanted to tell her to look away, but it was too late. Shizune instantly saw what was happening, and quickly became shocked. Tsunade stood thunderstruck, panting as she watched the torrent spraying out of her like a broken pipe. The multiple jets of urine, some sliding down her legs, made a pattering sound as they formed a vast puddle on the ground. Tsunade looked in shock, caught in between a feeling of humiliation but also immense relief. Her underwear was beginning to feel heavy from soaking all that pee and so were her pants. Tsunade continued urinating for ages; even she was amazed by how much pee there was inside of her! Every time she thought the flow might stop, more pee poured out to surprise her. The puddle had now grown to an impressive size, and left a trail all the way down the stairs and a few feet into the pathway. With all her strength gone, Tsunade just relaxed her muscles completely , letting the pee gush out with incredible force. The stream was so strong and violent that it was literally trying to push her panties away from her skin. She held her bladder as it continued to empty itself on the floor. She closed her eyes; she couldn’t bear to look anymore, it was too humiliating. Her face turned bright red in shame and embarrassment, it felt like this nightmare would never end. She held the right half of her face with her hand , experiencing the glorious relief as the pee kept rushing out of her. There was so much urine, her bladder really was stretched to the bursting point. Her stream finally started losing its strength but it was still going on as if it would never cease. Another minute passed before her bladder ran empty and she stopped wetting herself. She couldn’t believe what she had just done. She was one of the legendary Sanin and she had wet herself like a small child. The world’s strongest kunoichi couldn’t even wait until she got to a toilet! But more than the accident, she was embarrassed at the quantity of the urine that had poured out of her. It was so much that nearly the entire stair was soaked with pee! She had never felt more disgusted at herself in her whole life. “Lady Tsunade?,” came a meekly voice. Shizune stood at the door step unsure of how to react. Tsunade couldn’t respond. She just stood there on her gigantic puddle, looking at it in defeat. She wanted nothing more than to dissolve in her own urine. Shizune was still finding it hard to believe that Tsunade’s puddle had nearly reached the street. She hadn’t imagined Tsunade had to go that badly. Tsunade walked in without saying a word, and went upstairs to her room, leaving wet footprints on the floor. Shizune looked at the Sanin walk away, drowned in shame and disgust. She wanted Tsunade to know that it was okay but decided not to say anything at the moment. Once in her room, Tsunade removed her pee drenched clothes and went in for a bath. She just couldn’t believe that she had wet herself uncontrollably right at the doorstep of her mansion. She just sat in the hot tub thinking about how the pee slowly started to drip out of her little by little. It had been a haunting experience and just thinking about it was sending chills all across her body. She felt so disturbed by today’s happenings that she just closed her eyes shut and held her face, sitting in the hot tub. She felt like she was about to cry, but she managed to withhold her tears. She was the world’s strongest kunoichi, she was not going to let a mere accident break her down. Once she was done, Tsunade stepped out of the bath room and put on a dry pair of panties and a light pink kimono. Holding her head, she sat down on the bed thinking about her accident. Tsunade just couldn’t take her mind off of it. The kind of humiliation she was feeling knew no words. Just then she heard a knock on the door, “Lady Tsunade? May I come in?” came Shizune’s voice. “Yes, you may enter..” Shizune slowly opened the door and walked in. She went and sat right next to the Sanin who looked rather upset. Shizune placed a hand on Tsunade’s shoulder, “It’s okay my lady, it happens…” “No! It does not happen! I wet myself like a child! You do you want me to believe it is something that happens to everyone?!” Tsunade growled, turning her face towards her apprentice. “I can’t say that it happens to everybody but all I can is that I am really proud of you. You held it for so long , I personally could have never managed that. This only proves how committed you are to your work and how loyal you are to the village.” Tsunade gave her a quizzical look. Shizune was obviously trying to make her feel better, so she shouldn’t give her apprentice too hard a time. All of a sudden she started to feel better, with Shizune’s hand slowly rubbing her back, Tsunade couldn’t help but let go off her withheld anger and frustration. “If you don’t feel like going back to the office today, then it’s okay. Work can surely wait. You don’t need to push yourself too much,” Shizune said, rising up from the bed and walking back towards the door, “I’ll bring you some green tea. You must rest for a while, it has been a long day after all.” “No it’s fine, I’ll leave for the office right away…” Tsunade said. “Are you sure?” “Yes I am, there are still ninja registrations, missions I have to file , all those documents that need my seal and not the mention the piles of neglected paper work lying on my desk, there is a lot of work to do. I am the Fifth Hokage and a mere accident is no reason for staying at home ,sulking!” Tsunade said standing up. “Lady Tsunade! I am so proud of you!” Shizune smiled. Tsunade then realized that it was the perfect opportunity to slack out on some office work. After all, what was the harm in taking a day off? “Or maybe you are right… I guess I should take a break after all,” Tsunade sat back down, “ Shizune ,bring me a cup of sake. ” “Lady Tsunade!” Shizune yelled, “..but you just said you are going back to the office?!” “No I don’t, who in their right mind would ever want to work? I need a break! I am not a machine you know..” “Then what was that ‘I am the Fifth Hokage and I have to work’ thing?” “Huh, who cares about being the Hokage, everyone hassles me morning , noon and night and the worst of all ….are those know it all village advisors,” Tsunade grumbled, “At least I can take the rest of the day off…” “…but Lady Tsunade?!” “Now go and get the that cup of sake I asked you for, or else…!” “Aaa! Yes my lady , right away!” Shizune said, running out of the room in panic. For the first time that day, Tsunade smiled ,as she saw Shizune sprint out in a comical frenzy. -THE END- (Please guys let me know what you think about the story! It would mean the world to me! Thank you guys! And a real big thanks for supporting me out here all this while! I am really grateful for all the love! I love you guys!)
Maria Smith was a female umpire from London, aged just 25. With a near perfect body, gorgeous complexion, beautiful deep blue eyes and fashionable dark blonde hair, she was one of the most popular umpires on tour, from spectators and players alike. An exceptional talented woman, she achieved all her qualifications to become one of the youngest tennis umpires in history. Furthermore, impressive displays at the lower ranking events had earned her more exposure at a higher level, and now Maria was about to officiate at Wimbledon for the first time in her career. The first match she had been given to umpire was a massive one as well, World No.1 and defending champion from Spain Carla Gutierrez against multiple grand slam champion from Holland, Kimi Haase, who had done well to recover from a serious injury to be ready to make her big injury comeback. Dubbed 'match of the round' by the media, Maria was set to make her Wimbledon officiating debut on centre court live in front of millions of people. Maria woke up, seemingly unaware of how big this day would be for her. She continued her normal routine, emptying her bladder loudly into the toilet bowl, before getting dressed. Despite the strict dress code at Wimbledon for umpires and players alike, Maria liked to feel good about herself, so she slipped on her sexiest pair of black silk lingerie, admiring her beautiful body in the mirror as she got changed. "God, you look gorgeous,' her boyfriend spoke up, coming out of his deep sleep. "Thanks, if you're lucky, you might see more later," she winked, putting her umpires uniform on. "I'll hold you to that, can't wait to see you on TV this afternoon, knowing you'll be coming home to me" he declared. "Oh my God, I'm so nervous, what if I make a big mistake?" Maria had been worrying about this ever since the draw came out. Before this, the biggest match she had umpired was a French Open Round 3 match with very little interest, and very few spectators. Now, she would have every decision analysed, every hiccup challenged. "Just remember what you've been taught all this time and you'll be great." he reassured her. "Now let's get you a coffee, you need to be sharp for later." --- Maria sat in the members lounge of the All England Tennis Club, watching the tennis while sipping a large glass of complementary orange juice. She was so nervous, that she kept getting dehydrated, yet also couldn't stop running to loo every fifteen minutes. Her bladder had always been somewhat of a problem for her. At school, she once had an accident at the age of 16, after a particular harsh history teacher wouldn't let her use the toilet while she was in absolute agony, while once in a cross country race, she became so desperate for a wee that she was forced to abandon the race, and relieve herself in a bush, only to be discovered by several members of the school's rugby team, and photographed. As umpires are not allowed to leave their seat during the duration of a match, Maria had realised that her bladder could become a problem, so she had worked on strengthening her weak muscle. To do this, Maria would deny herself the bathroom and fill up on liquids to test her resolve. This often resulted in her soaking her knickers initially, however in the privacy of her home, she didn't mind too much, and her bladder hadn't caused her too many problems since she began umpiring. She had ended a few three hour marathons with crossed legs, but had never come too close to wetting herself yet. The score in the men's tennis match was 6-3 5-7 2-2, and Maria's match would follow, so she figured she had one and a half hours at least before she had to be ready. Feeling her bladder fill up again, she decided she would end her discomfort and use the bathroom again. However once she got to the bathroom, she pushed the door, but it wouldn't budge. A cleaner walked passed, and explained they were closed for the next hour. "You'll have to use the public ones love," she told her. Maria groaned, her beauty meant that she had become increasingly popular in the UK with the male population, and she didn't particularly fancy having to walk through the packed grounds of Wimbledon in order to relieve herself. However she was desperate, so went off to the loo without too much complaining. Predictably, she was asked to pose for at least ten selfies on the way, fighting the urge to hold herself during them, and eventually, she reached the queue, only to find at least twenty ladies ahead of her. She sighed, before joining the line and standing with her legs crossed, relieving some of the pressure. She had reached fourth in the queue, when an official ran to her. "Maria, Carlos retired, the match is over. You're up next, you need to get ready" her senior told her. "But I really need to use the loo," she protested. "I'm sorry, but we can't wait any longer," he explained, slightly mesmerised by the dance she was doing to ease the urge. "Urgh okay," she groaned, leaving the line and proceeding to the court. --- 'And please welcome your umpire today, Maria Smith" Maria waved shyly as a cheer erupted across centre court. She was now seated in her chair and watching the players warming up. The urge had eased slightly, however she still hoped the match would be over quickly, so she could use the loo without any embarrassment. Carla was swatting serves down relentlessly, and Maria admired her beautiful tanned skin, and her large breasts visible when she served. Kimi was similarly beautiful, tall, with gorgeous blonde hair and a slim body, with slightly smaller breasts. Many touted this game as the most beautiful in history, with the two players regularly appearing in top 5 hottest player polls, and Maria herself seen as stunningly good looking. The two had finished their warm up, Maria winced slightly as Kimi took a large swig from her water, reminded of her own predicament. 'Kimi Haase to serve. Play' Maria announced. 'That felt good.' her internal monologue began. 'Yeah, not as good as a toilet would though.' she bitterly thought to herself. 'Just focus on the match, it will be over soon and everything will be fine.' Maria crossed her legs and shuffled periodically during the opening half an hour, hoping not to draw attention to her predicament. After thirty five minutes, the score was 4-3 to Haase, the two had both played out several length games, both spurning break point opportunities. Unfortunately for Maria, it was one of the hottest days of the year, so she simply had to keep drinking water in order to avoid falling to the heat. She reckoned she had drank a small bottle seven games in, on top of the orange juice she failed to release before, and the coffee she suspected was still in her system. Considering her aching bladder, Maria had performed excellently, even earning applause from Carla after an excellent overrule on one of her serves which had looked long. However the more full of liquid her bladder became, the more she doubted her ability to make the correct decisions. By 5-4, Maria was struggling to sit still, and she was exasperated when Kimi missed five set points, meaning instead of moving to the second set, the score went to 5-5. 'Game Gutierrez' she announced, trying to hide her disappointment. The set eventually went to a tiebreaker, which Haase won 10-8, in a set taking over an hour. Maria had noticed Carla looked in discomfort at the change of ends at 6-5, shifting in her seat, and occasionally looking exasperatedly at her camp. At the end of the set, it became clear why. "I have to pee sooooo badly," Carla explained, taking the bathroom break which is permitted for players at the end of a set. Maria was left there, to watch as Kimi took another deep swig of the water. Maria could only imagine as Carla entered the loo, white panties by her ankles as she released her pent up pee in the bowl. Her gorgeous Spanish pussy visible as she moaned in relief to finally being able to end her desperation. Indeed, Carla came back looking relieved, and remarked to Maria as she passed the chair 'Thought I was going to piss myself then' Maria offered a weak smile, as 'wetting herself' was something at the top of her worries at that moment in time. The players resumed the second set, and Maria hoped Kimi would win it quickly, for the sake of her dignity. As Maria was forced to continue drinking, her problem only got worse, and by 4-4 in the second set, she was absolutely bursting, barely able to sit still, digging her hands into her crotch. Carla was serving, but Maria could hardly concentrate. 0-15 Carla slammed a forehand into the net. 0-30 Carla smashed a back hand long, unleashing a loud scream of despair. This caused Maria shock, and her hand darted to her pussy as a spurt threatened to come out. 0-40 A double fault from Carla, Maria meanwhile was trying to contort her body in a way to prevent any further leakage. 'Game Haase' Maria could hardly contain her excitement, as she knew relief was one held service game away. However this was to be short-lived, as in the next game, two match points came and went for Haase, and she broke back. "Game Gutierrez' the sorrow in her tone was evident, and was met with a disbelieving stare. Gutierrez won the tiebreaker 7-3 eventually, and Maria groaned in despair for her poor bladder as she was forced to hold on for another set. "I'm desperate for the loo" Kimi announced, walking off court to pee. "Same here" Maria muttered under her breathe. As Kimi had a much needed wee, Carla decided to confront Maria. "What the fuck is your problem?" she asked. Maria tried to remain calm, ""Code violation warning, Miss Gutierrez," she announced, digging her hand into her crotch. "Why do you sound so pissed off" - the word 'pissed' didn't help Maria, as she willed her muscles to hold on - "when ever I win a game." "I-I-I'm sorry.." the first spurt of pee leaked into her knickers as her face turned bright red "that you feel that way, but it's not true" "Whatever," Carla lamented, as she took a long swig of her drink, causing Maria to close her eyes and grimace again. Kimi came back looking refreshed, and the match continued.The match was now two and a half hours old, and Maria was well aware that when training her bladder for being an umpire, she had lasted longer than this. She was wondering if this was the most desperate she had ever been. it was between this and the taxi ride home from her friend's 21st birthday party, where she ended up wetting herself on her own doorstep. Yet that was in front of her boyfriend, who found it sexy. This was in front of millions of people, many of whom would view her wetting herself as unprofessional and gross. Three long games saw Kimi move ahead 2-1, and Maria could hardly take it any more, after two more spurts leaked. She called the head of Wimbledon over to the chair during the changeover. "Look, you've got to let me have a toilet break, I am absolutely dying for the loo," she exclaimed in what she thought was a barely audible whisper. However, fatefully, as the gasp on centre court revealed, she had left her microphone on, and the whole stadium knew she was on the verge of wetting herself. "For God's sake Maria, you can hold it. You're a professional umpire not a child." "Look, if you don't want this seat to be soaked in my pee by the end of this match, I suggest you let me go," "If you disgrace this tennis club, we shall let you go permanently," he slunked off to his seat. A tear fell out of Maria's eye, as she desperately tried to avoid just emptying her bladder there and then. Carla, who was still annoyed about before, was loving it, and took the opportunity during the changeover to swish the water around in her mouth. "You have no idea how good it felt to pee, it was better than cumming" Carla winked at the umpire. Maria just wanted to crawl in a hole a die, there was no way she'd end the match dry. Furthermore, Carla was now deliberately slowing down her time serving between points, seemingly delighting in Maria's now inevitable squirming. An hour later, and Maria was somehow miraculously dry, despite Carla's repeated attempts to make her more desperate. A few more spurts had leaked, and Maria could now barely speak or concentrate on the match, and was forced to sit with her legs tightly crossed, keeping as much pressure on her pulsing bladder as possible, but she was still dry. Forget Karen's 21st, this stood alone as the most desperate she had ever been. It was 9-8 with Carla serving at 15-40, suddenly, it looked as though the bathroom was in sight for Maria. She just had to hold it together for a few more seconds. Ace. 30-40, Maria moaned as she felt another spurt burst its way through. Carla went to serve again, but missed it clearly. Her second serve came in, landed smack on the line, and bamboozled her opponent. 'OUT' Maria yelled. Carla looked at Maria, "You fucking joking?" she had no challenges left, so her overrule meant that she had lost. The crowd were speechless, they saw it was in, Carla saw it was in, Kimi saw it was in and Maria saw it was in. "Game, set and match Miss Haase" Maria danced down from the chair, avoiding eye contact with any of the players or the crowd. Kimi was shocked, Carla was furious, and the crowd were just confused. In the safety of the officials area, Maria burst in to tears, and grabbed her crotch desperately, frantically looking for the toilets, as she was still new to SW19. She heard an angry Spanish voice and was forced to run as fast as her bursting bladder would allow her to find the loos, as the longest spurt of the afternoon escaped, now visible through her white trousers. She finally found the ladies, but while frantically pushing the door, realised it was still closed. Now with two options, Maria could either wet herself there and then, or use the mens opposite. She took the opposite option, as another spurt of pee left her urethra, pooling in her panties and dampening her bum. She barged into the men's, already in the process of removing her trousers. However she found both the stalls in the men's locked, forcing her to make use of the urinal. Upon being so close to relief, her bladder finally gave up. Sitting on the urinal, she didn't bother to remove her already soaked panties, instead wetting straight through them. The slit of her pussy was obvious as the pee dribbled out, before a full on stream soaked her knickers and splashed into the urinal. She felt more aroused than she had ever felt in her life as her pubic hair was drenched by urine and she pulled the elastic of the waistband of her knickers, watching her wee attack the fabric of her panties. After two minutes, her pee finally ended, and as a confused male tennis player left the stall, she ran inside, firstly to remove her drenched panties, and then to take care of her second urgent need of the day.
Despite the initial relief, the next few months were hell for Maria. Her lack of professionalism led to her suspension from umpiring for two months, and she was forced to publicly apologise to Carla for her poor judgement. Fans of the World No. 1 had sent death threats to Maria, after Kimi went on the lift the trophy at the end of the tournament, while her reputation was in tattered after the whole world heard her admit live on centre court that she was bursting for the toilet. Nonetheless, by the time the US Open came around, Maria had served her suspension and was ready to umpire again. After several good performances umpiring the games on the outside court, Maria had been promised she could umpire whichever match was placed on the night session on the main stadium. As fate would have it, the match they opted to put at this time was the now-World number 3 Carla Gutierrez against French rising star 18 year old Caroline Clement. Maria's heart sank as she found out, as she knew that the whole Wimbledon incident would be thrown into the spotlight again. She sat on the bed of her 5 star hotel room in New York, watching the highlights of the previous days tennis. She was sat in her pink bra and panties, waiting patiently for her boyfriend to get out of the shower so she could use the loo. However Maria quickly became enraged when Carla's press conference ahead of her match against Clement came on. Interviewer: You may or may not know this yet, but English umpire Maria Smith has been chosen to officiate your match tomorrow, what are your thoughts on that? Carla: I can't believe the tennis federation have even let her back to be honest, I lost at Wimbledon because of her, so this makes me a big underdog tomorrow. I hope for once that she can be professional in her job and umpire fairly this time, for the sake of the game. Umpires like her are why the game isn't taken so seriously any more. "The fucking bitch" Maria snarled through gritted teeth, as the press conference continued. Interviewer: Last time she umpired one of your matches, she had a bit of a problem staying focussed, so to speak. Can you see a repeat of that tomorrow? Carla: I suggest she should use the bathroom before this match this time, if me and Caroline can hold onto our bladders while taking on all these extra fluids, I don't see why she can't. Interviewer: Maria could possibly be watching, do you have any words for your umpire tomorrow? Carla: Hi sweetie, try and be a big girl tomorrow, I don't want to slip up on your pee. The journalists joined together in laughter, as Maria angrily turned the TV off. "Honey, are you nearly done in there, I have to pee." Her boyfriend unlocked the door to let her in, as Maria slid her panties down and sat on the toilet seat. "I can't believe that fucking cow," she ranted, as the pee began to trickle out of her urethra. "Trying to embarrass me on national television, I wish there was a way I can get back at her." Her urine continued to hit the toilet water at full pelt, with an accompanying hiss. She held her mouth wide open with relief as her bladder emptied. "You're so fucking hot when you pee," her boyfriend remarked, admiring her neatly shaved pussy as it continued to unleash a jet of pee. Maria smiled cutely as she wiped, before flushing and embracing him in a passionate kiss. "Come on then!" he exclaimed, ripping off her bra and lifting her over to the bed, as she shrieked with laughter, before they inevitably made love to each other. "I'm not sure I can do this tomorrow," Maria cried, as the sober reality of the events yet to come kicked in. "Don't worry, I have a plan." he winked, as he found a way genius to get revenge. --- New York, 7:04pm Maria's boyfriend worked part time as a groundsperson at the US Open, so was responsible for preparing the stadium before the matches began. His job also entailed preparing water for the players to use during the match, which he planned to take advantage for. Slipping diuretics into all the bottles of water would result in Carla becoming desperate to use the toilet, and would ruin her reputation, after she contributed to his girlfriend’s decline. Carla never condemned her fans for sending death threats to Maria, merely saying they have a right to express their opinion, and it was her official complaint to the authorities at Wimbledon that led to Maria’s suspension being increased from two weeks to two months. Of course, her opponent would become affected as well, but that was his necessary consequence. He just needed to warn Maria not to drink the water and everything would be okay. On his way back, he happened to see Carla coming out of a practise session. “Hey, Carla Gutierrez right?” he asked. “Yes. What do you want?” she coldly replied. “I’m Tom Williams, I’m a huge fan of yours; can I get a selfie?” he asked. She sighed, and reluctantly posed for the selfie with Tom, before trying to leave. “Oh, I’ve got some water here if you want some, that practice looked tiring,” he resisted the urge to break out into a snigger. Carla smiled weakly, “Thanks kid, hope you enjoy the match.” She took a long sip of water, completely unaware of what hell her bladder was about to go through. --- The ladies toilet, 7:28pm Maria sighed in relief, as she loudly emptied her bladder into the toilet bowl. She had been anxious to go for a while, after getting stuck in traffic on her way to the court, and was relieved she had time to pee beforehand on this occasion. She got a mysterious text from Tom asking to see her before the match started, but she wouldn’t have time, as she was due on centre court any moment. Her blissful pee was interrupted by a loud banging. “Hurry up, some people are desperate out here!” Maria knew that voice, it was her old rival Carla Gutierrez. Sure enough, on the other side of that door, Carla was dancing on her toes, doing anything to prevent herself from wetting herself minutes before the match. She pushed her tennis skirt into her pussy to put more pressure on her overactive bladder. “Fuck, that water went straight through me,” she complained to a member of her entourage, now hopping from foot to foot and shifting her thighs together. She heard the toilet flush, and the tap go, Carla tried to compose herself, however hearing the slow trickle of water was torturous for her, and she winced while whoever was behind those doors took her precious time. Maria kept her head down as she walked out. “Good plan, Smith. Don’t want to piss yourself again, do you?” Carla smirked. Maria kept walking past, noticing the fact that Carla had both her hands pressed into her fanny. Why had she left it that late before peeing? “Miss Gutierrez, you need to be on court now,” a tournament official said. “No, I need to piss now.” Carla frantically dashed into the toilet, making sure to lock the door. She ripped her panties off, and began to unleash the torrent of pee into the bowl. Carla moaned in relief as she drained her unusually full bladder of every last drop. Even once she had finished, she didn’t feel as good as she hoped she would, instead feeling washed out and exhausted. Putting it down to nerves, she wiped her pussy, flushed, washed her hands and proceeded to get ready to go on court. “You’re five minutes late, Caroline’s been out there just waiting,” the official snarled. “I’m the one the crowd came to see, they can wait five minutes,” Carla rolled her eyes, preparing her tennis rackets, while trying to compose herself into the dominant persona she liked to display. She walked on court to a chorus of boos, as she saw Caroline and Maria at the net, laughing. “Probably talking about how she’s going to fuck me over today.” Carla thought to herself. She got to the net, failing to show anything other than a steely cold glare, trying to intimidate her much younger opponent. Maria explained the rules, as usual, while Carla looked on, trying to focus all her attention on the match ahead. “Hope you wore diapers today,” Carla murmured under her breath. As the warm up progressed, Carla began to feel discomfort in her stomach, and was struggling to move as well as usual. ‘I just peed, why do I have to go again?’ she thought to herself, feeling her bladder twinge as she went to hit a serve. She played through the pain, however she struggled to get her usual pace on the serve. In the hot conditions, both players went to get a drink at the change of ends, although Carla really didn’t want to, as her bladder was filling up at double quick time. It was Carla to serve first, and as usual, she was first to the baseline, keen to move on with what she expected to be a demolition. First serve, straight into the net. ‘Okay, no problem,’ she thought. However the second serve was weak, and Caroline returned it with venom, with Carla failing to even get a racquet on it. ‘0-15’ Carla gingerly moved to the other side of the court, well aware she was now once again desperate for the toilet. The movement of the serve increased the pressure on her bladder, so she had to be careful to avoid any leaking. A tame second serve was again hit back with interest, and Caroline took control of the rally quickly, finishing off with a volleyed winner. ’0-30.’ ‘Okay focus, you’re not six, get to the end of the set, then you can use the restroom.’ A double-fault followed. ‘0-40.’ Carla looked exasperated, she had no explanation for her overactive bladder. ‘Come on, you’re a grand slam champion, you can do better than this.’ She fought past the pain barrier to hit an ace. ’15-40’. However the joy was short lived, as Caroline ripped a backhand winner to take the game. Soon, it was 5-0 to Caroline, and Carla was absolutely bursting for the loo. She spent the entire changeover with her hands buried in her crotch, hidden by her towel, murmuring to herself in Spanish. She bounced her knees up and down, and occasionally gasped as spurts of pee threatened to leak. However, she noticed her opponent was struggling with something as well. Caroline, who had looked composed for much of the first set kept glancing up at her box, mouthing something to her coach. Could it be she had to pee too? Her body language suggested this, with her legs tightly crossed together. Her beautiful young face looked anxious, but she knew she was very shy, so wouldn’t speak up unless it was urgent. It was Caroline’s turn to serve, and part of Carla wanted her to win the game so she could get to a restroom soon. Caroline was in uncharted territory, she had never taken a set off any of the world’s best, yet she was one game away from earning a 6-0 set against the World No. 3. However crucially, she was also in dire need of relief. She felt fine before the match, and as usual with a pre-match routine, she used the toilet ten minutes beforehand. Normally with quite a strong bladder, Caroline felt as though if she didn’t win the set in this game, she would wet herself. She went to serve, ace. ’15-0’ Carla barely moved for the ball, and doubled over afterwards, seemingly close to tears. Again, Caroline served, and Carla barely got it back, with a powerful forehand winning the point for the Frenchwoman. ’30-0’. ‘Two more points,’ Caroline thought, as she adjusted her skirt. She threw the ball up in the air, but felt her bladder muscles twinge, and she dropped it. ‘Sorry’ she exclaimed, as she willed her peehole to remain firm. She tried again, and served another ace. ’40-0’ And as Carla netted another forehand, that was game and set, but most importantly, a bathroom break. “I have to pee,” was all Carla could muster, as she tried to maintain her dignity walking off court. “Me too,” Caroline shyly murmured, following her higher ranked opponent out. As soon as they were away from the crowd, Carla bent down in agony. “Jesus, I have to go soooo bad” she exclaimed. “Me too, I’m bursting to go,” as she approached the bathroom door. “No, I’m going first. I’m the grand slam champion here,” Carla barged through, with her hand now buried in her pussy. “Oh… okay,” Caroline felt bitterly towards that statement, but was too quiet to express how she really felt. She was left standing outside the bathroom desperately dancing from toe to toe in the name of holding it in. Carla had reached the bathroom, but she now had a problem. The sight of the toilet had doubled her need to go, and she felt if she moved, she’d wet herself. As she edged closer, a long spurt leaked out, visible through her white panties. With one final push, she pulled her panties down out of the way, and was finally able to release her pent up fluids into the bowl, feeling almost orgasmic as the pee exploded out of her aching bladder. Caroline could hear the whole thing, and was forced to bite her lip and literally hold her peehole in order to prevent an accident. Tears stained her youthful eyes, as she felt her knickers dampen with her own hot urine. Finally, she heard the toilet flush, and Carla eventually came out, looking relieved. Caroline ran in, tightly holding on, before unleashing a torrent of pee which had been building up inside of her like a tsunami. She groaned as her aching peehole was finally able to let go. Returning to court, she was able to take a long big drink, after trying to avoid it during the first set. “Caroline, could you pass me a bottle please?” the umpire asked. Maria had noticed a thirst, and since she didn’t feel remotely in need of the toilet, she felt it would be safe to have a drink. “Sure,” Caroline smiled, passing her a bottle. At this point, Maria’s boyfriend was desperately trying to get attention, after failing to warn her about the diuretics he had placed in the water. But it was too late, as Maria took a big swig, unknowing that she was going to have another uncomfortable evening. Three games into the second set, and Carla had stormed to a 3-0 lead. However she was far from comfortable. Once again, her bladder had filled up extremely quickly, and as a result, she could hardly sit still at the changeover. Her opponent wasn’t much better, in fact worse, silently murmuring to herself as she felt the pressure of liquid on her peehole. And now Maria once again found herself bursting for a wee, but was desperate not to betray her need, as she didn’t want people to view her as incompetent. Maria had noticed both players seemed to have to go to, and was amazed at how full her own bladder had become, given that she used the loo before the match, and didn’t have to go at all ten minutes earlier. Another two games passed, and Carla was now 5-0 up. Caroline had collapsed in this set, and looked on the verge of tears at several points. She resorted to openly holding herself at times, and between every point, she couldn’t stand still. Carla was having problems as well, having to clench with all her might to prevent leakage on certain occasions, while Maria simply sat there, absolutely dying to use the toilet. All three were truly on the edge of an accident, and things were about to get dramatic. A straightforward service hold for Caroline meant Carla had to serve the set out, so she and Caroline could use the restroom. ‘Come on, four big serves, then you can pee.’ However her intense need to pee and the side effects of the diuretic were causing her difficulty with balance, and as she began to serve, she felt extremely dizzy. Three double faults brought up 0-40, but suddenly, Carla collapsed on the court. ‘Oh my God, is she okay?” Caroline felt a spurt a wee leak into her knickers from the shock of this. She hadn’t lost consciousness, however she was clearly suffering. The medics came over to tend to the injury. ‘Medical time out, Miss Gutierrez,’ Maria announced, secretly hoping she’d retire so she could empty her bladder. Carla was taken off court, by the medic, bending over in the name of keeping her knickers dry. ‘Miss, are you okay to continue with the match,’ one medic asked, while Carla sat on a chair, head in the recovery position. ‘Yes, but I’m begging you, please let me use the restroom, I’m so desperate to pee’ she pleaded, digging her hands into her crotch as another spurt leaked out. Meanwhile on centre court, Caroline sat there with legs tightly crossed, trying to focus her mind away from the waterfall built up inside of her. Maria also had problems, and realised she wouldn’t make it to the end of the match dry. She knew deep down Carla wasn’t going to retire, and she also knew the match would probably go to a third set. Therefore she decided to employ a risky tactic, wetting herself slightly every five minutes, in the hope that it would dry off and not be visible on her black trousers. It took a while for her bladder to overcome the shyness, but eventually, Maria was able to let a five second spurt out of her urethra, blushing as she felt the partial relief. However once she stemmed the flow, she felt more desperate than before, and was forced to let a little more out. She looked down, her crotch was absolutely soaked, and the seat of her chair was wet, but despite the damp and uncomfortable feeling in her pussy, she didn’t mind too much. Carla moaned in relief, as a medic held a lunch box sized container against her peehole, as the loos were closed for cleaning. Her exposed pussy glistened with wee, which escaped in long short bursts. The medic could barely hide his erection as he admired every aspect of his sight, from her beautiful face painted with relief, to her pubic hair damp with urine. Upon finishing, Carla pulled up her panties, moistened with pee and returned to finish her match. Despite Carla being the more relieved of the two players, the diuretic was having a more profound effect on her, and four games later, not only was Carla desperate for the loo again, but it was also 5-5. Caroline meanwhile was beside herself with desperation, visibly struggling to hold on, and crying between points. After a gruelling rally at 15-15, which was taxing on both bladders, a drop shot from Carla was chased down by Caroline, who fell on the floor in her effort. Her head dropped as she felt the inevitable. All of her sudden, her pussy felt extremely numb, and immediately, a long spurt of pee leaked out, soaking the crotch of her panties. This opened the floodgates, and now crouched down, the pee visibly dribbled onto the court through her skirt, as Caroline was beside herself. Wanting the ground to swallow her up, the pee wouldn’t stop coming, as a river gushed out of her panties and skirt. Maria, whose tactic of slow release had made her need to urinate far worse, was forced to take evasive action. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, play is suspended.’ And while cleaners rushed to clean the court, Maria hobbled off court, absolutely bursting for relief, followed swiftly by Carla. “Did you spike the fucking drinks or something, bitch?” Carla yelled at her, while she desperately tried to open the bathroom doors. “Well why would I spike my own drink?” she reasoned, bending her knees desperately, as she realised the door wasn’t going to open. Another long spurt dampened her black trousers again, as Maria let out a gasp of exasperation. “I have no idea what happened.” Carla now had her hands covering her naked peehole, and she felt them become wet with pee as another drop gained freedom. “W-w-w-why isn’t the door opening?” she asked. “It must be locked,” Maria was now absolutely dying for the toilet, and being so close to a toilet wasn’t helping. One spurt later and it was all over. The spurt grew into a consistent dribble, which then developed into a torrent of urine. Maria gasped in relief as the pee exploded out, two rivers travelling down each leg, pooling in her shoes. The crotch of her panties was completely soaked, pooling around her bum. This sight was too much for Carla. She stuffed her hand in her skirt, and held onto her crotch, as a large spurt came out. A wet patch was clearly visible, as she grabbed an empty tube of tennis balls she had left in her bag. Her slit was in view as she held the tennis ball tube against her crotch, with pee now steadily leaked from her panties. She managed to pull her knickers out the way so her exposed peehole could release its fluids into the tube. She moaned excessively as her hot wee flooded out. Her bladder was so full, the tube was filled in no time, but Carla didn’t care about the mess at this time, as the overfilling piss leaked all over the floor below. Without thinking, Maria grabbed Carla, and gave her a passionate kiss, her soaked trousers rubbing against Carla’s equally saturated dress. They had time to work out what had happened later, now, they were left to enjoy the moment.
I've seen other places do this but not enough and to my knowledge this hasn't been done here. It's not overly sexual or anything just wanted to try a hand at this story since its a first which means it probably won't be good. Plot synopsis: A young woman named Michelle decides to make a bet with her friend Amy that after she feels a dog's life is easy she decides to try and prove it by acting as Amy's pet dog for a day. What follows isn't what she expected and she learns to never make false claims. Michelle was always curious what it would be like to live another person's life whether it be as a male or whatever. However she wondered what it would be like to live a dog's life. Dogs have it easy they don't have to worry about jobs or relationship problems. She sat in deep thought as her friend Amy who was sitting at the table with her at the mall food court tried to snap her out of her daze. "Hey Michelle. Earth to Michelle" Amy called. "Hmm?" Michelle quickly responded embarrassed she dozed off like that. "What's with you? You've been dozing off for the past few days now. Sleep escaping you?" Amy asked "No I'm not sleepy. I'm just finding myself lost in thought. Amy... I want to be a dog." Michelle bluntly said what was on her mind. "What?" Amy was confused at her friend's request. Maybe she was deprived of sleep "No really I mean it. My life's been boring as of late. I want to be more adventurous" Michelle told her "By acting like a dog?" Amy was sceptical but also curious as to where her friend was taking this "Why not they have easy enough lives don't they?" Michelle made a pretty bold assumption "I don't know Michelle this seems really weird" Amy was wondering why her friend suddenly came up with this idea "I make you a bet that starting tomorrow I could last a day acting as your dog. Come on what do you say?" Michelle challenged her friend. She'd soon regret it. "Okay then fine you got a deal. Come on doggy let's get you some supplies." Amy said as they both got up and left the food court. All throughout the rest of that day they got some dog supplies for Michelle including a bowl to put food into, dog food (Amy protested the idea but Michelle said she wanted the full experience), a separate bowl for water, a sleeping bag for Michelle to sleep on for when she wanted to rest, a ball to play fetch with and finally the finishing touch a leash and dog collar to attach to Michelle. This was going to be an interesting experiment. The next day arrived. Amy opened her door as Michelle walked in. "So should we get this started doggy?" Amy asked "Yep I mean woof woof" Michelle said as she quickly got down on all fours. Amy then attached the leash to the dog collar which she then attached to Michelle's neck. "Come along now little doggy. You hungry?" Amy asked. Maybe this would be a little fun Amy pulled the leash as she led Michelle into the kitchen. Michelle jerked slightly at the pain felt but she assumed it to be a normal side effect of not being used to it. Amy then led her to the bowls filled with dog food and water respectively. Michelle looked at the food bowl in discomfort. "Come on now eat up. Or are you giving in already?" Amy smugly asked her friend. Michelle didn't want to give in yet she asked for this after all. Deciding it was all or nothing she began to chow down on the food as she looked like she was gonna puke. Finally she finished and quickly ran over to the water bowl and drank all the water. God was that stuff awful. Okay that's one bad thing about being a dog you have to eat that stuff. Still she wasn't going to give up yet she had a commitment. "So how was it?" Amy asked noticing her friend's discomfort but didn't want let her know "Tastes great" Michelle lied clearly trying to force a smile. "Great. Want to play fetch?" Amy asked Michelle barked and nodded. Amy pulled Michelle by her leash to the back door and they walked out the back yard. Amy let go of the leash as she held the ball in the air as Michelle forced herself to jump up and down for it. "Want the ball?" Amy teased "Amy come on.." Michelle pleased but was interrupted. "No gotta bark and pant like a real doggy" Amy teased though she was sympathetic to her friend's plight she brought this on herself Michelle barked and panted before Amy threw ball "Fetch" as Michelle ran after it. Amy's back yard was big enough so it took awhile to grab it and eventually bring it back to Amy. By the time she returned she decided she also hated playing fetch. Still she wouldn't give in though. She then followed Amy back inside. "Come on doggy do some tricks" Amy teased Michelle was beginning to think Amy enjoyed this a bit too much. Was she just doing this until she gave up and admitted she was wrong? She wasn't going to give her that satisfaction. Michelle had a bit of pride in herself like that she didn't want to admit she was wrong but she was starting to doubt herself. No she couldn't let Amy win. This couldn't get any harder could it? She then performed some tricks for Amy including the likes of playing dead and rolling over and speaking not really speaking but barking. She decided barking wasn't fun either. "Hey you must be tired you want go take a nap with me?" Amy asked. Sleep that was something she could do. Amy pulled Michelle by the leash the pull again straining her neck but she refused to show her discomfort as they went to Amy's bedroom as Amy laid down on her bed and Michelle tried to position herself like a dog would when sleeping. It was awkward but she managed to make it work. About an hour later Michelle awoke with a feeling of discomfort she shifted a bit as she struggled to move herself up as she suddenly grabbed her crotch area. She had to pee. Normally Michelle wouldn't see this as a big deal but considering her role right now she knew she wouldn't simply be walking into Amy's bathroom to pee she'd be going to her back yard. Reluctantly Michelle sneakily walked out of Amy's room. She didn't want to wake her as embarrassing as this was starting to be she could at least pee on her own without Amy seeing her. She then hopped over to the back door in desperation. All the water she drank earlier to get the taste of dog food out of her mouth was starting to catch up to her. She tried opening the door but it was locked. "Damn it Amy" Michelle whispered Michelle tried everything to open the door all the while trying not to squirm in desperation. Giving up she sighed. Maybe it was a time to call this whole thing a quits. No she wanted to last the day. She then thought about the bathroom. If she could sneak in there and not flush the toilet Amy wouldn't have to know she broke her promise of only doing things like a dog. Suddenly she heard Amy call out to her as she groaned in frustration. Now she was going to have to know. She then got down on all fours and put her hand on the door. Amy walked out and smiled at seeing her friend at the back door. Poor girl how long was she going to keep this charade up? "What's wrong doggy?" Amy asked in a fake sincere tone. Michelle just whimpered like the dog she was meant to be. She really had to go. "Doggy gotta go pee?" Amy said again in her sincere tone. Michelle just nodded. She was now very desperate and wouldn't care if Amy saw her. Amy attached Michelle's collar to her neck and used a key to unlock the door and opened it. She then pulled Michelle by her leash as she crawled in desperation into the garden. She better let her go soon. Finally Amy led her to a big enough tree for her to go behind. The nice thing about Amy's garden since it was so big it was very obscured from other people's view so she at least could do this without any neighbours seeing her. "Go on doggy I won't look." Amy smiled she had to commend her for doing this. Michelle after struggling to get into a squatting position in a haste yanked down her pants and panties in desperation and let go and she sighed happily in relief as she peed an endless stream into the grass below. This was embarrassing but she was grateful to be let pee finally. When she finished she shook herself to make sure as she then stood up and pulled up her pants and panties before getting down on all fours and running towards Amy who then grabbed hold of Michelle's leash. "All done?" Amy asked her friend Michelle blushed in embarrassment and nodded yes After being led inside for awhile Michelle reluctantly ate more dog food and drank more water even more than she did earlier. She really hated dog food. She was probably going to be sick later from this "Come on let's take you for a walk." Amy said Michelle had to hide her discomfort. She was worried about what people would react to a grown young woman leading another young grown woman on a leash across town. But then again this was her idea and she wanted to last the day. Sometimes she hated that she didn't want to be wrong. Amy led her out of the front door of the house as they walked into the neighbourhood with the neighbours giving them the odd looks she hoped to avoid. They then entered the city with the same looks being given as they went into a park for dogs. "Look doggy a chance to play" Amy happily told her Michelle already had decided she didn't like playing but she did it anyway. After playing more fetch Amy told her to run along as far as she could and come back to her when she had enough playtime. Michelle then ran as she found herself being chased by other dogs. Not wanting to risk getting hurt she tried to outrun them but she tripped and fell down on her face into dirt. As some dogs tried licking her but she quickly got up on all fours and did her best growl as the dogs then ran away scared. Okay that was one thing she liked about being a dog. It was then she noticed another dog peeing on a nearby tree that Michelle realised her need to pee was starting to grow again. Damn all that water. After the dog finished and making sure nobody was around Michelle dashed to the tree and quickly squatted down pulling down pants and panties again and began emptying her bladder before being interrupted by someone about to come around the area. "Damn it" Michelle sighed and quickly stopped her pee from flowing as she held her leg muscles together to stop the pee from flowing. She wasn't finished yet but she was done enough that she could hold it enough so that she wouldn't be seen by someone quickly standing up and pulling up her pants and panties as the person walked by. With that done she was about to continue doing her business when she heard Amy call out to her. Peeing would have to wait hopefully till they got home. She got down on all fours as Amy walked towards her. "Ready to go doggy?" Amy asked. Michelle nodded a little quicker then usual as she was really hoping her need wouldn't creep up on her. Amy grabbed her leash and led her into the city streets. Michelle really began to regret this. Now she knew the price of running her mouth off. She decided she would ask this to end and admit defeat once they got home. As Amy tugged her along Michelle found it awkward to move as she was beginning to grow more desperate the pee she didn't empty managing to build again as it put a strain on her. Why did she do this to herself? Amy continued pulling her along as Michelle whimpered. "Come on doggy we don't have all day" Amy said. Why was she being difficult? Michelle in her moment of desperation noticed a fire hydrant up above. Sighing at the fact she was about to do this she ran towards it pulling Amy along as she struggled to hang onto Michelle's leash. Amy regained herself as she quickly saw Michelle pulling down pants and panties and squatting and peeing against the fire hydrant and sighing happily in relief. Amy smiled in embarrassment at some of the people who passed by giving odd and disturbed looks "Dogs am I right?" Amy threw up her hands and realised this was fun but it had to stop After finally finishing and again blushing in embarrassment Michelle pulled up her pants and panties and then got down again as she Amy headed back to her house. Finally they made it back as Amy led her back inside. Michelle then stood up. "Amy you were right. A dog's life is hard and over the course of a few hours I've learned that. I'm sorry for making that claim." Michelle put her head down in defeat "Hey its all good. You should congratulate yourself you managed most of the day and did things I don't think any girl our age would do all for just this bet. You peed next to a fire hydrant girl that's gotta count for something. Plus you gotta admit it was a little adventurous huh doggy?" Amy teased her friend. She commended her for sticking this out. "Yeah I suppose but I'm not doing this again." Michelle sternly told her. "Right. Still the supplies could come in handy if we got a real dog." Amy said as she detached the leash and collar from Michelle's neck as she happily rubbed her neck in relief. "Feels good to have that off my neck. I'm glad I won't be eating dog food again as well as not playing fetch. I also can't wait to go back to peeing on a toilet. You want a soda while I'm up?" Michelle asked "Nah" Amy told her. Michelle walked into the kitchen as Amy looked at the dog collar and leash with a smile Pet for a day boy would that be something?THE END.
So with my first fanfic done I felt I should do another (if you haven't read my other one then don't forget to do so). Again like my other one not overly sexual or descriptive in its content like most probably are so if that doesn't sway you then don't read. Anyway enjoy. Also full disclosure I've only heard of Home Depot never been there they don't have it where I am so this is just sort of a fiction version so forgive me if it doesn't entirely line up to where certain things are in the store. Also this was partially inspired by another story on her that used a similar set up and I felt its an interesting one that I think more people should try. Plot: Amy (from my previous story Pet For A Day) is working at her job in Home Depot. When she becomes desperate to pee and the toilets in the store both public and employee aren't working she's willing to go to any means necessary in order to pee. Even possibly use the display toilet. Can she do so without being caught? Amy had been working since 9AM this morning. Apparently this Friday was extra busy since the store was going to be closed tomorrow for the 4th of July. Which meant she had to walk around with a smile on her face even though she just felt done and wanted to go home. This was going to be a long and boring day. Amy stood in the furniture section as a couple asked for directions to the kitchen area. "Down that way straight on and then take a left you can't miss it right across from the bathroom area" Amy smiled as the young couple thanked her and they walked away. Amy liked her job here she knew that it's just long days she hated. It was then a few hours later after she helped couples pick out everything from chairs, to kitchens, to cutlery that Amy after squirming in discomfort noticed something she didn't do this morning. She had to pee. Normally she'd go in the morning and that'd be it but since her superiors were adamant on having staff there she decided to forgo peeing and just head out since she wasn't desperate. Now after hours on being at work and drinking water to keep her going her need grew. "No problem toilet break could be just what I need" Amy told herself. She couldn't wait to be done. Amy walked to the employee bathrooms as she bumped into the door and tried unlocking it only to notice an "Out of Order sorry for inconvenience" sign. No problem she could just use the customer ones. Amy walked over there too and then suddenly gasped in horror. There was an "Out of Order" sign there too. "Yeah sorry Amy apparently both bathrooms were flooded last night. They say it'll take at least another day to clean" Abby a co-worker of hers said walking by. Both out of order. Damn it now what would Amy do? Normally she could hold it but the water she consumed today and the pee needing to be emptied from this morning were really putting a strain on her bladder. Deciding to try and distract herself Amy walked along and began thinking about going home later but found it hard not to hop and squirm in desperation. God what would she do? Maybe fake an illness? Nah she wouldn't be able to make it the need was starting to become more strong there was no way she'd be able to last till the end of the day. In her desperation she tried her best to hide it as she directed a couple to the building tools area. After holding her crotch area for what seemed like ever Amy noticed she was near the display bathroom area. She thought for a moment. Maybe she could go in one of those toilets. They were toilets after all even with no pipes and the pee would just sit there. "No I can't. They'd fire me" Amy told herself she couldn't risk her job because of her bladder. However the pain was really starting to hurt. Sighing she walked over to the display bathrooms as people were looking at various toilets and showers. The sight of all these toilets wasn't helping her case as she tried not to dance on the spot. It was then she noticed a complete area with a wall and door that would lock. "Screw it" Amy said if she was lucky she'd get out before anyone would notice. Once noting that the coast was clear Amy ran to the door and went inside. Locking the door Amy glanced down at the toilet wondering if she could do this. The toilet felt like it was inviting her sit down with it's pristine sparkling condition being highlighted by the light above. Amy carefully put down the seat with the price tag still attached which admittedly felt weird but what she was about to do was even more weird. God help her. After struggling a bit to get them down she finally yanked her pants and panties down and sat on the display toilet and let go. She had to resist sighing happily in relief at the risk of being heard as the stream hit the inside of the bowl. In her moment of relief she suddenly heard someone come towards the door. "Shit" she thought. Amy stopped for a moment squeezing her leg muscles together to stop her pee from flowing. She carefully put ear to the wall as she heard outside what she assumed were a young couple being confused as to why the door was closed. Damn it she was going to get caught. Oh well it was fun while it lasted. And it was actually quite exciting to pee in a display toilet. She wondered why nobody else tried this when an inconvenience like this occurred. Finally she heard the couple leave as they said something about going to the garden tools area. "That was a close one" Amy whispered. Relaxing again she managed to let the rest of her pee go into the bowl. Finally finishing she stood up and looked at the pee she left behind. In a way she felt sorry for the person who was going to clean it but what could she do? When you gotta go you gotta go somewhere. She pulled up her pants and panties and then tip toed towards the door and carefully opened it. Sticking her head out to make sure the coast was clear she quickly dashed out towards the kitchen area that was across the way and sighed. She got away with it. Hopefully. Finally later on the day was over as Amy headed on out the door. Today was quite a long day and an interesting one. She peed in the store display bathrooms and seemingly got away with it. The feeling while fun and adventurous she was still worried she'd be caught and fired. As Amy was about to head out the door she saw Abby run towards her. "Hey Amy wait up" Abby called. Holding the door open Amy and Abby both walked out of the building together when Abby told her what she didn't want to hear. "Hey did you know someone peed in one of the display toilets?" Abby said. "Oh really? Did they know who did it?" Amy said pretending to sound surprised and subtly asking whether she was caught. "No they don't" The cameras were apparently turned off today by mistake when one of the security guards forgot to turn them on after returning from his lunch break. He apparently slept straight after lunch forgetting his job. Boss fired him for it. Anyway they reckon it was probably some misguided kid with a parent who didn't know any better. Must have been a pretty desperate kid though there was a lot of pee in there." Abby said not realising the truth. "Yeah he or she probably was" Amy said. She had gotten away with it, "So how did you end up going to the bathroom afterwards?" Abby asked "Oh I'm still holding it in." Amy lied. If she did she would have wet herself by now. "Wow that long? Good on you I would of given up hours ago. Well later Amy." Abby walked off down the road. Amy smiled, Maybe today wasn't that bad after all. Then suddenly her phone beeped. It was her friend Michelle sending her a text if she wanted to come to the mall tomorrow. She replied yes and headed off home after her long day. Quite a day indeed. THE END. (Not as long as the last one and yes this sort of serves as a prequel to it) Edited July 4, 2015 by SAM996 (see edit history)
I thought I'd share one of my Kindle omorashi stories with you all. This one's called Wet Yoga and is about a heavily pregnant woman indulging in a yoga class whilst desperate to pee. Hope you like it! Wet Yoga The yoga class had already started by the time I made it inside so it looked as if I’d have to wait until afterwards to get to the toilet. I was dying to pee but that wasn’t surprising. The further my pregnancy progressed, the longer it seemed to take to get anywhere and the more often I seemed to need the toilet. I felt like a beached whale at times, nearly nine months in, just a few weeks to go and I couldn’t wait for it to be over. The worst thing was not having anyone to share my troubles with. My wonderful partner had stuck by my side for a total of two weeks after my positive test before vanishing overnight, leaving a note full of empty apologies. So I muddled on alone as best I could. As my belly began to swell my boobs decided to compete. Yes my cleavage looked amazing in a dress but the weight of them didn’t half make my back ache at times. Not only that but my sex drive seemed to increase as the opportunity to do anything about it decreased. For the last six months me and Jim were together, I instigated sex once, I just wasn’t into him anymore. But since he left I’ve become increasingly frustrated. It’s reached the stage where I’d probably fuck anyone who asked, man or woman but ironically the pregnancy has scared all potential partners away. Recently I took up yoga after being assured by the lovely tutor that it wouldn’t harm the baby. I was looking for something to help my frustration and stress. At first it worked but last week I found myself staring at the legs of the other women in the class, the curves of their bottoms in their leggings, some of them only wearing tiny shorts and sports bras. As the class went on, I was staring on the tutor more and more. I wasn’t sure if she’d realised but there was a tiny hole in the crotch of her black leggings. Each time she stretched her legs apart the hole grew a little larger, revealing an almost transparent pair of white panties underneath. By the end of the class my pussy was soaking wet and I could hardly look her in the eye when she waved me off in the car park. I had been relegated to getting the bus since my bump got too big for safely driving and the driver today seemed to be competing for the slowest driver ever prize. What was normally a ten minute trip to the sports centre took over half an hour. I already needed to pee by the time I sat down at the front and I moaned every time we bumped over a pothole. The heating was on full obviously as it was the middle of June and I was sweating profusely within minutes. By the time it was my stop, I was desperate for the toilet. I waddled down the aisle to the door, holding my bump with one hand and carrying my bag in the other. Each step was painful, the baby pushing hard on my bladder as it enjoyed a football match inside me. I got into the sports centre and looked up at the giant wall clock. The class was about to start. The tutor, Nikki, was lovely but a stickler for timekeeping, not letting anyone in once she’d begun. I just hoped I could hold in my pee for the next hour. I nodded to the receptionist as I passed before pushing open the door to the class with seconds to spare. The mats were already laid out and everyone was in their places apart from me. I knew from experience how hot the room could get so pulled off my jumper and left it with my bag. Wearing only my blue sports bra and grey jogging bottoms, I moved to stand by the last empty mat. “Right,” Nikki said, moving to the front in the same leggings she’d worn last week. I hoped she’d stitched up the hole in them. “Let’s get started with saluting the sun. Glad you could join us Gemma.” She smiled at me as I stepped onto my mat and began the movement. My belly seemed to stick out even further in front of me as my bladder sent a sharp pain through me. Was I really hoping I could last for the whole hour? “Breathe in…and out…and in…and out. Good work Natalie, Donna make sure you’re breathing all the way in.” Nikki was talking to the others but I realised she kept bringing her eyes back to my belly. The heat in the room was already getting to me and I felt flushed by the time we sat down on our mats a few minutes later. “Try and push your knees to the floor if you can,” Nikki said. I looked across at her and was shocked to see the hole at her crotch was still there. Not only that but she wasn’t wearing any panties at all this week. I could see her labia and as she pushed her knees wide apart, the lips spread slightly to reveal a sheen of wetness within. I felt a warning from my bladder as I momentarily forgot my self control at the sight before me. A drop of pee fell from my urethra and soaked into my trousers. I glanced down, at least nothing was showing through. “Lie on your backs now please ladies,” Nikki said. “Now close your eyes and take several deep breaths.” It took a few moments to manoeuvre myself onto my back and I’d barely closed my eyes when I felt a shadow fall over me. I opened my eyes to see Nikki was standing with her feet either side of my head. From here I could see directly up the hole to her pussy. I fought the burning impulse to grab her legs and bring her down onto my face. My desperate need to pee was mixing with my sexual frustration and my clit was beginning to throb even as I wriggled on my back, trying to prevent any more urine from escaping. Nikki moved on but as she passed me she ran her hand down my belly towards my jogging bottoms. It was only for a second but it left me wondering if maybe she knew about the hole in her leggings after all. As the class continued it got harder and harder to keep in my pee. Every few minutes another few drops would leak out, especially when I had to bend forwards, my bump trying to pull me to the ground. I glanced at my trousers and was shocked to see a dark patch had appeared between my legs. I felt my cheeks burning red as I moved from one pose to the next, hardly able to keep still for a second as my bladder threatened to explode. To make matters worse my clit wouldn’t stop throbbing the entire time, not helped by the regular flashes of Nikki’s pussy whenever she spread her legs in a new position. I kept glancing up at the clock and was so relieved when the hour was up. Instead of feeling relaxed I was more stressed than ever and turned to run for the toilet, hoping to make it before I wet myself, knowing the amount of urine inside me would be enough to fill an empty swimming pool. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see Nikki standing there with a strange look on her face. “Gemma, did you forget you’d booked the one on one with me for today?” “Oh, right,” I replied, my legs rubbing together as a trickle of piss soaked into my panties. I clenched my bladder, squirming on the spot to prevent any more from escaping. “I just need to…” “We better get started before the dance class come in. Come stand at the front with me.” “Oh God,” I muttered to myself as the last of the others left, the door swinging shut behind them. “How are you feeling?” Nikki asked as she stretched her legs. “You look a bit flustered.” “Where do I start? I feel like an elephant, my boobs are almost as big as my head and I need to pee all the time.” I didn’t add that I was dying for sex. “Well you look incredible. Do you mind?” She raised her eyebrows and pointed at my bump. “No, no, it’s fine but thank you for asking. Nobody ever asks.” She reached out and pressed the palm of her right hand onto my belly, sliding around it with her finger tips. “You’ve such soft skin,” she said quietly as I felt a shudder of pleasure spreading through me. Her hand moved lower, sliding down under my bump and out of sight until it brushed the top of my trousers. “It’s so big, how do you get anywhere?” “With difficulty,” I laughed, stopping when I felt another trickle of pee escaping. “Anyway, let’s get started.” “Can we turn the heat down at all?” I asked. “It’s so hot in here.” “Stuck on I’m afraid but look, it’s just the two of us, let’s try something I learnt about a few weeks ago. Nude yoga.” Before I could reply, she’d pulled off her leggings and her top. I blinked in shock. One moment she was dressed, the next she was naked. My eyes ran down her body taking it all in. She was slim, probably a D or E cup with light brown nipples above a pinched waist and taut flat stomach. There was a tiny strip of pubic hair above her pussy and her lips protruded slightly into view. Her long legs were pale and I found my clit throbbing ever more at the sight of her as she turned and bent over to touch her toes, exposing her pert bottom that looked perfect to my eyes. “Come on,” she said, standing up and stretching her arms above her head. “Best way to cool down.” “Oh what the hell,” I shrugged, pulling my sports bra over my head, letting me swollen boobs hang free, the nipples rock hard despite the heat. “Could you help with these?” I pointed to my trousers, struggling to reach past my bump. “Of course,” Nikki said, kneeling before me. She tugged at my waistband before staring at the damp patch at my crotch. “Have you been sweating that much?” she asked, wrinkling her nose as she slid my trousers and panties down in a single movement. I leaned on her shoulder as I lifted my ankle to step out of them and that was the point when my bladder lost control. My leg was still in the air as an enormous spray of piss escaped me, catching Nikki full in the face. “Oh God,” I said, moving my hand between my legs, “I’m so sorry.” I was shocked when Nikki moved my hand away, allowing the torrent of pee to carry on hitting her. “It’s good for the skin,” she said, looking up at me as she opened her mouth. I wanted to stop but the floodgates were open and there was nothing I could do but wait. Nikki supported my leg in her hand as piss splashed into her mouth. She swallowed quickly before grinning up at me. “Good for the digestion too.” I could only look down as the last of my pee ran down her body and pooled on the mat underneath her. At last I was finished and Nikki stood up, wiping her face with the back of her hand. “Right, we better get started,” she said, turning to her mat at the front. “Let’s begin with some deep breaths.” As I breathed in, I noticed she was staring at my chest, heaving outwards towards her. She licked her lips as she watched me intently. “I’d like to try something new,” she said, moving closer towards me. “It’s a technique I’ve only just learnt but it involves quite a lot of touch. Is that okay with you Gemma?” I nodded, letting her manoeuvre me until I was laid on my back staring at the ceiling. “Now just try and relax. I’m going to try and relieve some of your tension, okay?” I nodded, closing my eyes and taking several deep breaths. I heard the sound of a bottle being opened and then Nikki’s hands were on my feet, rubbing a sweet scented lotion into my toes. As she massaged the balls of my feet, she began to hum quietly to herself. I tried my best to relax but it wasn’t easy lying naked with another naked woman rubbing my feet, especially as I knew the wetness coating my pussy would be all too visible if my legs opened at all. I tried to keep them clamped together but Nikki gradually shuffled them apart as she worked her way up my ankles to my calves. I tried to focus on my breathing as she slid her hands up my thighs, rubbing oil into my skin as my pussy almost dripped with arousal. Just as she was about to touch my labia, her hands slid round my hips and up to my huge bump. She spent a long time stroking my belly before gradually making her way onto my boobs, kneading and massaging the globes of flesh before circling my nipples, making them harder than ever. When she reached my neck, she began to squeeze my shoulders and I opened my eyes to see her looking down at me with a flushed face. “How is this?” she asked, her voice strangely quiet. “Wonderful,” I replied in a croak. “Very relaxing.” “That’s good to hear,” she said, her hands again sliding towards my breasts. “So tell me why urine is good for you?” “It helps soak up toxins on the skin and inside your system. I drink my own regularly and try to pee on myself in the bath once a week.” “Oh wow, really?” “You should try it for yourself.” “I’m not sure I should.” “Trust me. Want to give it a go?” I thought for a moment, my clit screaming at me for an orgasm. Maybe if I let her do this, she’d do something else for me. “Okay,” I said. “When should I try it?” “What about now? I’m bursting to pee.” My heart began to race as she didn’t wait for an answer. She stood up and moved her legs until she was standing directly over my bump, looking at me as she spread her pussy lips and angled her hips forwards. A second later she began to pee on me. A line of clear urine shot forwards and splashed my face. I opened my mouth in shock at the heat of it and some sprayed onto my tongue. I coughed and swallowed as she moved her hips and began to soak my boobs before peeing lower, moving over my belly so the last of her pee hit me on the clit, sending shivers of joy through my body. The last few drops fell on me before she stepped to one side. “How was that?” “I loved it,” I replied. “You’re right, it feels great.” “I’ve held some back for you to try swallowing it, if you’d like.” She began squirming on the spot and I realised then just how much I wanted to fuck her, more than anything in the world. “Yes, do it!” I said a little too eagerly. She knelt down above my face and lowered her pussy until it was less than an inch from my mouth. “Open wide,” she grinned and I did as she ordered, sticking out my tongue as she began to pee. It hit the back of my throat as I reached up and grabbed her hips, drawing her towards me until she was sitting on my face. All I could smell was her pussy and her pee, unable to breathe through my mouth as I continued to swallow her pee. She finally finished and went to move away but I held her in place. She looked down at me in surprise but I just stared up at her and slowly stuck out my tongue, watching her reaction as I licked the drops of pee from her pussy. “Oh my,” she said, “what are you doing?” I let my tongue slide up inside her, lapping at the walls of her pussy as I slid my hands up her stomach to her boobs. I began to toy with them as I fucked her with my tongue, sliding it back and forth as she began to grind down onto my face. I tugged at her nipples, rolling them between my fingers as I tasted her sweetness, loving how wet she was becoming. I slid my tongue up to her clit and began circling it as she gasped out loud. “Oh fuck,” she muttered. “Keep doing that.” My hips were thrusting up into empty air as my body ached for attention but I managed to keep focussing on her pleasure, bringing her to the brink of an orgasm using just my tongue. “Stop, stop,” she said. “I’m going to…” Her voice trailed off as I slid my tongue into her again, pulling her hips down onto me as she began to shake above me, her breath becoming ragged. Suddenly she arched her back and her pussy began contracting round my tongue as an orgasm took over her body. She fell silent, her eyes closed as her body shook and her pussy continued to spasm. I stared at her and kept lapping inside her until her climax faded away and she slid off my face to one side. “That was incredible,” she said. “I’ve wanted you to do that for so long.” “Really?” “Yes! And I’ve wanted to do this as well.” “What?” She leaned over and planted a kiss on my me, her tongue entering my mouth as her eyes closed. Her arms slid round my body as I rolled onto my side, feeling the heat of her against me, her hands moving down to squeeze and caress my bottom. She kept kissing me as her hands moved lower, sliding between my buttocks and stroking in circles round my anus sending waves of intense arousal through me. She nudged a finger inside, taking it slowly as I gasped into her mouth. It only stayed in for a second but when it withdrew I felt an aching need for its return. She eased me onto my back once more and began kissing her way down my body, her soft lips sucking first on one nipple and then the other before moving on. She took her time with my belly, working round every inch of it before descending lower, getting closer to me waiting pussy. I spread my legs as wide as I could, pushing my hips upwards, desperate for her touch. As she reached my clit she moved straight past it to my thighs and I screamed with frustration. “Touch me, fuck me, lick me,” I begged. “Please make me come. Please.” She giggled. “Been frustrated for a while then?” “God yes.” Her fingers lightly stroked over my labia, spreading my lips apart so her tongue could have easier access. I closed my eyes as she began to lick at the entrance to my pussy, teasing me more and more. Finally she moved up and flicked over my clit, making me gasp loudly and thrust my hips towards her face. “Oh fuck,” I said as she licked me again. “That’s so good. Don’t ever stop.” I felt a finger nudging its way into me and in seconds I was being fucked. It felt amazing, Nikki seemed to intuitively know what I needed, her tongue lapping at my clit as she slid a second finger inside me, moving faster and faster until I felt a climax approaching. “Keep going, keep going,” I gasped before lapsing into silence. She sucked my clit into her mouth and that pushed me over the edge. The biggest orgasm I’d ever experienced hit me, my toes curling, my hands forming fists, my neck muscles taut as I thrust against her face, my pussy contracting endlessly round her fingers. As it faded away she began licking me again but my clit was too sensitive and I batted her away with my hand. She slid up my body and came to lie beside me, planting more kisses on me as I tasted my own juices in her mouth. “How was that for a one to one session?” she asked, playing with my nipples as she smiled at me. “I loved it,” I replied. “But I think I’m going to need a lot more of those to really help me relax.” “Excellent. How about the same time tomorrow but at your house?” “Sounds good. Just one thing?” She frowned at me. “What?” “Make sure you drink lots first as I think my skin needs more of your special treatment.” She laughed and kissed me one last time before helping me to my feet and gathering up my clothes. She helped me dress before doing the same, I felt a strange sadness as her perfect body was hidden from view once more. I realised I needed to pee again and made my way to the toilets, surprised to find Nikki following me. I pushed open the first cubicle door and was about to close it when I realised Nikki had silently followed me in. She grinned at me. “Don’t think you’re going to waste that urine,” she said. “Come on.” I turned away from her and bent over the loo, pushing my bottom towards Nikki as she slid my trousers and panties down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and spread my legs as she slid under me, staring up at my pussy. I relaxed my bladder and a weak stream splashed down onto her waiting face. As I continued peeing, her hand moved to my bottom and began stroking round my anus. She shifted herself upwards until her tongue was directly in the flow of urine, lapping at my pussy as she slid a finger up inside my bottom. I tensed up at first and then relaxed as she moved further into me, making me moan with pleasure as she fucked my ass slowly but intensely. I felt my body tensing up within seconds and by the time the last drops of pee had left me I was on the verge of coming. “Oh fucking hell, Nikki,” I said as I felt it approach. “Yes, that’s it. Keep going. Oh my God.” My climax hit me, not as intense as my first one but still powerful enough to make my legs turn to jelly. Nikki’s finger slid out of me as I fought to avoid collapsing on top of her. Somehow I turned and sat on the toilet, panting heavily as I waited for the waves of pleasure to subside. When my breathing had returned to normal I looked up at Nikki who was smiling back at me. “See you tomorrow at yours,” she said, unlocking the door before blowing me a kiss. “You will,” I replied, watching her go before mopping my brow and pulling my trousers back up. I made my way slowly out to my car, my mind filled with one thought, how much I was growing to love yoga with Nikki. The End I hope you liked the story. I'm enjoying writing a variety of desperation and watersports stories and would love to hear from my readers. If there are any story ideas you'd enjoy reading, let me know as I'm intrigued as to what types of stories would be popular. I don't know if pregnancy and desperation are just an interest of mine or if other people enjoy them too! If you want to support me and my work you can have a look at my Amazon author page to see what else I've written recently. x Lucy Wild author page
This is my next fiction piece, it began as a wetting experience but became a tad it bigger than that. I tried to experiment with a lot of endurance desperation in this one. A few seats ahead: It was around 3:00 o’clock on a Friday, junior year of high school. I was currently in AP Literature, a class that was harder than what I could manage, with classmates that on the mean were dumber than I could manage (I was an egotistical kid). I sat in a back desk, as my teacher gave some lecture. By around my Junior year I was fully aware of my odd sexual interests, and regularly fantasized of seeing something on par of some of the folks on this website tell of their school experiences. But my school was far too liberal with bathroom passes and passing periods to allow such a thing as a line of suffering schoolgirls wetting themselves in a freak desperation accident to ever occur. It was unfortunate, but I made a promise to never let my fantasies get in the way of my manners or actions, if something wonderful was going to be seen, it would be pure chance alone. Pure chance had come a few times, though. One time, the bathroom doors were locked for the theatre building, leaving about 10 female thespians dying for a piss as rehearsals continued. One time, on a two hour bus trip, a girl behind me was on the brink of wetting herself the entire time. Well, to the point where she nonchalantly pissed in a water bottle, all of which I heard loud and clear. And, of course there were many times that someone would just flat out say something along the lines of “I need to pee.” And my mind would turn into a bitter, sexual haze of formulating something to say while my heart skips a beat. Then there was the time in the Junior English class on a Friday, where pure chance smiled on me. As I sit at my desk, the girl who sat adjacently to me spoke in a whisper, but addressing the entirety of the group of friends I sat with. “My bladder is about to explode.” 80% of high school seniors at my school end up going to my state school (I’ll call it the University), so I figured I’d see one or two of my classmates. Today was registration, the day where we finalized our next destination of learning by coming there and proving our existence to the school. It was mandatory, and to be truthful, I was excited. But, even as I was interested, it was eight in the morning, and nothing can get me excited at eight in the morning. Early enough to skip breakfast, great! I think to myself as I sip coffee from a styrofoam cup. I had finished the first part of registration and I had about fifteen minutes to consume caffeine and then to start my day of going from place to place at the University and continue to prove my existence. I had questioned who I would see. I had not asked anyone about what dates they were registering, but had picked the earliest option just so I could finish this up before moving onto summer vacation. Most of my best friends were not going to be here, I knew that, and that whoever I was with I did not plan on making too much conversation with. Honestly, I was fine being alone today. The only reason I wasn’t is pure chance. After five minutes of wallowing around a cup of horrid coffee, I recognize someone I knew. A girl that had been a form of friend to me. Not best friends, or romantically, but out of some form of mutual kindness. Me, the socially awkward kid with the clever tongue, and her, the socially amazing kid that had a sweet spot for kids that weren’t socially amazing. Her name was Heather Blais, and she had no business being friends with her. I had known Heather for a very long time, since maybe 3rd grade, and maybe a long time of knowing her has made her oddly friendly with me. She probably wasn’t attracted to me. I was not the best looking kid, while she was very attractive. She had a runners body, which you can guess where she got it from. Her posture was lean, but muscular, with straight brunette locks, and a cute face. Heather was a track and field girl first and foremost, and so it was rare to see her outfit in something that wasn’t athletic. Most days at school, she would wear a t-shirt, and speedo-esque shorts. Today there were no athletic burdens, and the heat was going to be high. Therefore, she was dressed in a very tight and surprisingly short white dress, all mixed with a pair of unnecessary high heels. Compared to most people, she was particularly overdressed, but in the end, it would 95 degrees, and people like me who were dressed in a pair of lazy jeans would be the miserable ones. “Hey, Bes!” She walked over to me in confident steps. She held a purse on her right arm for which she held the registration material. “Hey Heather.” I nodded at her as she went in for a hug. I coincided, and gave her a light hug (I wasn’t as huggy of a person as much people). We spent a few minutes exchanging greeting and talking about summer before she spotted the coffee behind her. “Is that pot still full?” “I think so, I just had coffee.” It was a stupid remark, as I was still holding the styrofoam cup. She smiled. “Oh, thank god! I didn’t have time to drink or anything to get ready for this.” I wondered if this also pertained to using the toilet. She began to form a cup of coffee as I watched. “This is not a good idea, wearing all white. I thought we had to dress up for this?” “Me too.” I spoke, adjusting the collar of my black button down shirt. “Now, I look like a fool.” “I do too.” She bent down to get cream, and I secretly watched her bend over, the outlines of white panties shown on her ass. I veered my eyes, to avoid a boner. She seems okay, this wild thought of her not having time to piss before coming over seemed to be refuted by the fact that she seemed normal. She wasn’t bending her legs, and she was very willing to drink coffee. Besides, I knew that Heather had a strong bladder, and therefore she would be okay, regardless. “Where do we go know?” She asked a question I wasn’t sure of. “I’m just following everyone else.” I told her, we were supposed to meet in a large auditorium for the introduction to the university. She giggled at that and I smiled. “Well, lets follow.” She began walking the same way that the majority of people were going. I followed, of course, my coffee was finished and I was getting sick of the mediocre Continental Breakfast staring at me. We began walking, a few stairs and a long hallway until we reached the auditorium, where we found seats near the back. I watched her sit down, one to my right. Her dress slightly slid up as she rested on the seat, and she quickly closed her legs. She was all smiles and very little stress, this wasn’t like that one time in high school English, where I got to Heather nearly explode, as she said. What I didn’t know then was that even though she had definitely pissed before coming to the University, the coffee she had just drank was going down her system quickly, a mix of nerves and the water bottle she kept in her purse, which she nervously drank all day. And she was about to figure out, like everyone else, that bathrooms might be a bit tough to find at the University. After about thirty minutes, when the introductions finished, they split all of the new students. And I watched as me and Heather split up, I figured I wouldn’t see her again through the procedures of this day, but I was wrong, and this day was going to be more exciting than I thought it would be, ever. “My bladder is about to explode.” Hearing something like that my heart skip a beat. It wasn’t to me, obviously. At the back of the classroom, me and three of my fairly good friends sat, and during the boring lectures, we talked to each other in whisper tones to get through the day. Something like this rarely came up, though, and the fact that it was coming from Heather Blais’ mouth make it wonderful, but also scary. It was wonderful, as it was everything I ever wanted, well, everything my Penis ever wanted. At this point I had massive crush on Heather, something about friendly, hot girls and were out of my level but didn’t treat me as such was a turn on (I had low self esteem). It was horrifying because in our group of four, I had in the 2nd seat to the left, and she sat to the right of me. A desperate girl was close enough to me to see a massive erection if that were to happen. I was the odd man of the group, for people that in a class filled with socially excluded people, four that banded together as a necessity. There was Heather, today in very small speedo shorts of many colors, but with a blue base, and an athletic blouse, all with a sports bra underneath. This was her regular look, many times working out right after school finishes. To the right of Heather, on the right of Heather was another girl, named Christine Foster, we called her Chris. Chris was an old family friend, of which I knew from preschool to know. She was a swimmer, and she had a swimmer's body. A small body, but lean, with developed features. She was fairly attractive, mostly in her clothes. Most days she would wear the shortest short-shorts that the school would ever allow, with a tight t-shirt. Today she had a t-shirt on, but tight aqua colored leggings. To my left was the other guy of the group. His name was Darryl Victor. I really like Daryl, he was a popular kid, and not even because some people felt bad with no black friends. He was funny, clever but also a bit dry. In this group of friends, he was the voice of reason. Then there was me, overweight, dry humored, weirdly charming me, Bes. Most days this English class would meet at 1:00, in the middle, but today, it was the final class of the day, and took place at 3:00. In my experience of school, many girls, due to the inconvenience it is to just go to the bathroom, go at the beginning of the day and then wait till they return home to go. Therefore, almost always, the final period of the day was one where full bladders were constant. Most days, I had theatre at the end, an unfortunate thing, where bathrooms are always open. Days like this were a treat. Today was the first time that not only was English the final class of the day, but due to an awkward schedule, it was 90 minutes long. It was fifteen minutes into the class when I heard the whispering. My heart skipped a beat, my eyes beaded open and I looked Morgan. She was smiling as me and Daryl both looked. “What, Heather?” Chris asked, she missed what she said. “I have to pee.” She whispered. “So bad...” Heather gave a slight shake of her hips, as if to emulate a pee dance. “Oh, me too.” Chris said, I had noticed that her she seemed oddly shaky, but not Heather. “When was the last time you went?” STOP! I began seeing the entire social life flash before my eyes. I was in jeans today, so I could barely hide the fact that was I fully erect. “When I got to school. I’ve been sipping on this water all day too.” Seven hours of holding while drinking water, damn. She gently crossed her legs and and bit her lips. If I didn’t know better, she was playing with me. But there is no reason she would ever know my desire, but now I was afraid of destroying myself. “Why don’t you go the bathroom?” Darryl asked. “Eh... This house's bathrooms are gross. I don’t want to.” Chris nodded in agreement. “Also, today's going to be a free day.” She was right, after the twenty minute lecture, we were going to have to work on a group project that we must complete my tomorrow. “I should work on the project.” Daryl nodded as the lecture ended. “I’ll get the markers.” We had to make a poster, and Heather stood up to get the markers. She was still walking normally, if not her leg bending a bit. Her bladder was not exploding, but it might. We had seventy minutes of class left and Heather and Chris were both supposedly full after a day of holding. This day was going to be fun. I stood in line for Panda Express. I did not want Panda Express, but being registration, it was the only one that wasn’t full to the brim of hungry post-high school students, even if the food was caloric as all hell, time was more important than health right now. I looked over the cafeteria in curiousity, spotting people I might knew. I had recognized around ten people from my school so far, and there must be more. I was nearing the front of the line when I spotted Heather. She was sitting at a table with some girl that I did not know, probably not even from my school. I wondered about her. Being that Heather was the only person from my school I saw that I didn’t hate made that place the most desireable place. I ordered food but also kept an eye on Heather. If her situation was like me, there was no bathrooms anywhere, leaving me in need to go before I spotted one near the cafeteria. She still seemed fine, legs crossed, but that was because of her white dress. I received my food and paid for it, and began walking to her. “Hey, Heather!” She turned her head to me, smiling. “Hey, Bes! You can sit here.” I did, sitting down. “This is Anna.” She pointed to the other girl. Anna was a very pretty girl. Her skin was in a dark shade of olive, with a nice face and good features. She had pitch black hair, which was also straight, wearing a nice blouse and a flower skirt. “She is also in my major.” “Which is?” “English.” “Cool. By the way, what section are you in?” “What?” “People are being separated into sections for the next thing we are doing. Look on your nametag. Me and Anna are both blue.” I looked down, I was blue. “I’m blue.” She smiled and giggled. “Awesome! We’ll be together.” I smiled back, she seemed a bit tenser than before. She was still kind, but something felt off. Also, Anna was biting her lip and moving a lot. We ate lunch slowly. Talking a lot about high school, our respective majors, and how we all felt. I enjoyed Anna’s company. She was also from our city, but went to a high school on the other side of town. She was very good company, laughing a lot and telling jokes. We had spent almost ninety minutes at the lunch, eating our food slowly, before realizing we had to go to the main courtyard, and meet the other blues. We walked there, as I went, I noticed that both Anna and Heather were looking around, looking for something. I was getting happier, everything pointed to two full girls. When we reached our group we had to stand in the brutal, hot sun, near almost a hundred other “blues”. We stood at where our group was going to meet when I realized a worried expression on Anna’s face. “Hey, Bes.” Anna spoke. “This is going to sound weird, but do you know where the bathrooms are. I kind of have to...” I looked at her, and of course my heart skipped another beat. I recalled where I went. “Yeah, five minutes from here, on the side of the cafeteria.” Anna smiled and looked at where I pointed, and then to Heather. “You.. uh... want to go...” Heather smiled and shook her head. “I’ll be fine. Besides, I think we are going soon.” “What?” Anna turned back at Heather. I stared at both of them. “What time is it?” “We have two minutes. John Said it was five minutes to there. I don’t think we have time.” Anna definitely had to go all lunch, during our conversation she was shaking around, bouncing on her chair. She kept it quiet, but she was desperate. “Fuck.” Anna spoke quietly. “You now, Bes. I haven’t seen a bathroom all day.” Heather spoke to me. “I shouldn’t have drank that coffee.” I nodded back. “But, I’ll be okay. When does this day end.” “Like two hours.” I spoke. Anna and Heather both sighed. “I mean, wherever were going, there will probably be a bathroom there.” I tried to reason, but secretly hoping. So secretly hoping, that there wasn’t. I had seen Heather desperate once before, and if that was any sign, I was in for a great show today. If I’m going to give anyone credit, Heather was a hard worker. It had been 65 minutes since she exclaimed to us that her bladder was exploding, but she was still fighting her urges, spending all of her time carefully making this poster. It was nowhere near finishing, but we all worked hard. That said, I think she was honest when she said how close she was to bursting on the spot. He legs were pretzeled, sometimes rising to her body as she gave an odd stretch as she worked. Sometimes she would draw with one hand, and with the other push down on her urethra with considerable pressure. If this was an act, which from future experience I can guarantee it wasn’t, she was doing an amazing job. “How much time do we have?” Heather asked. “We have five minutes.” Chris spoke. She was also considerably full. With her tight shirt I could see the obvious outlines of a full bladder appearing. She was working on her knees, putting her touches on the project. “Oh my God!” Heather moaned, from her desperate need or from the fact that despite our hard work, the project was not even close to finishing. She quickly tapped her feet on the ground and began scribbling faster. It had been a seventy minute show to me. Every move she made, I made a glance. By now my posture had been permanently shifted so noone could tell that I had a raging erection. I worked, my mind half-operating, and half still in a sexual haze. “We won’t finish this in time, what should we do?” Chris spoke. We all looked around trying to figure out a question for ourselves. This was a very large project, which would amount to a very large grade. “We can work after school.” I brought up, it sounded horrible, but we needed to do something. the other three looked at me, nodding their heads in agreement. “I can do my house.” “Sure.” “Yeah.” “That’s good.” I smiled to myself, I normally didn’t have house guests but I knew that my house was empty, and it was almost the weekend. “Bes, you think you can give me and Chris a ride. We take the bus to school.” I remembered that I was one of the few lucky ones that got the rights to a parking spot, one valuable aspect of being friends with me. “Uh... Yeah.” The bell rang, and the deal was finalized. Darryl, Heather and Chris were going to come to my house after school to continue to work on the project. I glanced at Heather getting up, she wiggled in her seat silently before wobbly standing, her feet not being able to stand still. The four of us exited the building. As I left I heard some quiet chatter from Chris and Heather. “Are you going to go to the bathroom?” Heather asked Chris innocently. “No, I’m going to wait till John's house. You?” “I really, really have to go! But I won’t keep John waiting.” The kindness factor of me told me to say it's okay that they use the bathroom, I could wait five minutes. But a miracle was occurring at my feet, I was about to embark on the twenty minute car ride home with two absurdly desperate girls, one who could barely stand. I’ll take that experience any day. So I walked and pretended I didn’t hear them. Chris and Heather followed behind me. Chris was able to maintain a fair level of decency, walking straight and forward. Heather was the one having troubles, she tried to deny the bodily urges that would make her full bladder reasonable, but she put social decency ahead. If she could hold herself, she would, but she kept straight, or at least tried. We had arrived at the parking a lot at a rate that was a little slower than normal before the two girls spoke up. “Hey Bees.” I turned around, it was Heather, who had a hand almost massaging her bladder, Chris didn’t look much better either. “I know we are at the parking lot. But do you think we can go back so I can... uh...” “Yeah.” I knew what she was talking about, and she went red. I began walking back as Chris and Heather smiled. I let my manners get ahead of sexual desires, it would be nice to see two girls explode upon themselves in the backseat of my car, but I couldn’t say no. By this point, the girls were near jogging. The knees bent inward, faces stressed as they came close to the nearest bathroom. It was inside, one of the buildings of my outdoor high school. We were so close and Heather took her hands from her full bladder to pull on the door, the door to relief. It was locked. We sat in maybe the second row of the large auditorium we had been shuffled into. Me, Heather to the left, and Anna to the right, and in front of us a group of college seniors telling us about life at this University. I tried to focus, but the girls around me made that impossible. Anna was not subtle, and probably not her own doing. She was a smaller girl so I assumed a smaller bladder. She sat with legs crossed and a tight feeling. She was hot enough, but then there was Heather. She sat in her tight dress, obviously with some sort of urge. Her legs weren’t crossed, but thighs pulled inwards. It was about a ten minute walk from the cafeteria where the “blue” group pulled away to this auditorium. Heather had struggled a bit in her heels, to the point where she was claiming obvious pain from her heels. Her heels had been pulled off to her side, and her dress had been stretched a little further down her legs. I tried to avoid staring at her tan, lean legs, mostly shown through the short dress. I had never realized how actually attractive Heather was until then, her normal athletic ware was not nearly as attractive as this. “You think I can exit this building, you know to...” Anna asked. Her face was obviously stressed as she pulled on the edges of her floral skirt. “You can try.” Heather spoke, sounding weirdly annoyed. “I should. I really have to go.” Heather almost winced, as if she was on edge, finding ability to have a bladder full enough to annoy her, but allowing herself to forget. Every time Anna spoke, she was reminded that her bladder was full with no relief available anytime soon.] During the walk, between remarks of the heat and her feet hurting, Heather told me that Anna and Heather met during the major meetings, or more accurately, searching for the bathrooms after the meeting. Heather was not in any desperate need, actually at that point her urge was tiny, but she wanted to find it just to make sure. Both Anna and Heather soon realized that finding the bathroom was going to be harder than they thought and decided to get a click lunch. Then I showed up. The good news was that there was only one hour left in the day, the bad news was that there was no clue if these girls could last an hour. “You think you’ll be okay?” I asked as I walked . “Yeah. You know what I’m like when I really, really, really need to go. I’ll be fine.” She was calling back to a previous day, I smiled in an odd remembrance. “Don’t know about Anna, though?” I looked at her, she was very stiff, a bad sign. “You think you can take me and Anna home, neither of us have a car and my parents would be pissed if they had to pick us up.” “Yeah.” I began to draw parallels to a previous time. Now I sit in an auditorium, one girl who is bursting, and one girl who is trying not let her bladder burst, and I begin to think if lightning could strike twice with the same girl. As we approached the auditorium, Heather spoke in quiet voice back to me. “Honestly, my bladder is about to explode.” “Please drive carefully, Bes.” Chris spoke to me. It was a tough resolution, I needed to quickly so they don’t piss themselves in the car, and I had to drive carefully so they don’t piss themselves in the car. I adjusted my mirror so I could see these two bursting girls in complete view. Both girls were holding themselves using both their hands. Chris was holding lightly, but bouncing up and down at a nice frequency. Heather was the scary one, she was holding down very hardly, her face showing no emotion except her veins popping out of her neck. My penis had begun to cramp in excitement, how the Hell was I supposed to drive this machine. “You know, if you need to just get out of the car, let me know alright. I’ll pull over.” I spoke, both girls nodded, but neither had the pride to do it, especially in front of me. Focus on the road! Focus on the road! I was practically screaming to myself to prevent myself from watching the actions behind me. It was as if the world was taunting me. Chris had lifted her shirt and started massaging the massive lump that had formed near her belly. “Chrissie, when was the last time you went?” “This morning. I normally go at lunch, but I had no time today.” “I haven’t peed all day. Like literally, I had no time in the morning.” FOCUS ON THE ROAD!!!!!!!! This was not working, I was going five over the speed limit and everything kept getting harder for me. “When did you last go?” Chris asked again. “I... Ahhhhhh....” She gave a very loud moan, fearing the worst I peeked at my mirror. There was no piss dropping down on my seat, but there was an obvious dark spot on speedo shorts. She twisted her legs and she put all of her weight on her poor urethra. “Faster!” She screamed, and I did as she told. “I... Last time was... I didn’t go right before bed cause I was super tired, and...” She recounted her memories. “Oh my God! 4:00” “That’s... 23 hours!?” This was it, I was going to nut in my jeans. My penis began feeling number. I thought of everything that was not this impeccable hold and gave deep breaths. It was incredible, a girl going that long. “I... have a strong... bladder.” She applied even more pressure and I just sat there, jaw to the floor while trying to drive this car. If most sightings were a dice roll, I had just hit the lottery. “Thank you, you may leave.” The college girl who had been boring us for a very long time finally spoke about something worthwhile. The meeting had lasted longer than expected. At the moment she spoke, the two girls between me stood up, both seemingly desperate. Anna looked horrible, she bounced from foot to foot, causing her floral skirt to rise many times, I saw the black panties she wore underneath as she bounced. Even Heather didn’t look to good, she was definitely holding herself, her knees bending inward a bit. “Let’s find a bathroom.” Anna exclaimed as we exited. She did seem desperate, but I did not want to waste time at a bathroom. “It’ll be faster to go the parking garage, get in the car and drive home than to find a mysterious bathroom and to wait on line for it.” Heather looked at me and smiled, Anna gave a worrying look. “What about you Heather, you have to go.” “I’ll be fine, I’m going to wait till I am home.” “Really? You were searching for a bathroom before lunch and then even had a big soda during lunch. Are you really not that full.” “I have a strong bladder.” She exclaimed, I looked at her and smiled. “Alright fine, but I don’t know if I’m going to make it.” “Just don’t go in the car.” We began walking to the parking garage my car was situated in. The walk was long, and once again Heather was hurting in her high heels. She seemed okay though, at some points her hand hovered over her urethra but her posture was still clean, rocking the white dress to her maximum ability. We passed many bathrooms on the course, some without lines, and Anna seemed to urgently hover over them before following us. I felt bad for her, some people go through situations where they can never find the bathroom. She was certainly desperate, dancing around as she walked. We were silent until we approached the car. I noticed that Heather’s situation was getting very bad, but Anna situation couldn’t get any worse. She literally couldn’t stand still, sometimes stopping mid-step and bending over, holding herself with all of her. “I’m sorry, guys.” Anna mumbled as she moved away from the group. “I can’t hold it.” Me and Heather stopped and stared at poor Anna, who's aching bladder had proven too much. She veered a few feet, looked around for anyone else, and saw no one. She wasn’t going in my car at least. She rolled up her floral skirt that was pulled many times by her sheer need to urinate, and pulled down her black panties. Me and Heather watched as she squatted onto parking garage concrete. A torrent of hot urine flung out of her, I couldn’t see the piss, but I could hear it. The sound bounced off the nearby walls. Anna moaned in delight, she definitely had to go, a substantial amount of piss came out of her, but nothing shocking. I looked at Heather, who was a bit shaken by seeing Anna release her pent up urine, she shaked around a bit as she watched. I wondered if she was surprised that I was watching, that my pride would have made me turn away. The piss probably went about a minute, definitely a good amount. When she finished she silently rolled her panties up and let down her dress. The change in her was immediate, I had only known Anna desperate, so to see her smile and not tense was fairly nice, She turned to us, her cheeks red, Heather gave a forgiving smile and I remained blank. “I am so sorry. But I really had to go.” She apologized again, I noticed that the sound had given Heather quite the rumble, as she bent over for a bit. “You wanna go, Heather.” “No!” She quickly corrected her posture, “I can hold it.” I did not doubt her. “Well... let’s go.” It was a complete miracle I got back to the house without ejaculating all over my jeans. Everything about this situation has been by all accounts wonderful. Start with Chris, not the main event, but she was more of a squirmer than Heather, wiggling around in her seat, a bladder full. But when I peeked into the mirror, I looked at Heather. Heather, by her account, had not relieved herself for twenty-three and a half hours, and this made my heart explode. She did have some level of control. She was not talking, all of her energy was into guarding the tsunami of liquid to come out of his body and into her speedo shorts. It had to happen, right? Supposedly Heather had been through some sort of bladder hell, a girl who was held to the same bladder restrictions had found a way through inconveniences, interruptions and sheer determination to hold in her urine. It took fifteen minutes to go from the school to the house, the fifteen most exhilarating minutes of my life. I had never seen someone that strong willed before, and to think it was Heather, a girl that I had had a crush on for maybe two years, who was not only hot but absurdly friendly. I was in heaven while she was in some form of hell, I’ll take it. When we approached the driveway Chris was exuberant, but Heather did not have the capacity to be thankful. I could tell that by now her squirts into her speedo shorts were getting more and more frequent, to where the entirety backside of her shorts were drenched (so was my car seat, but it was beyond worth it). As I pulled Darryl was standing at the driveway, wondering why it took so long for me to come. “There are two bathrooms, Darryl has been to the house before he’ll show you one of them, Chris.” She got out of the car in a hurry, and ordered Darryl to take her, she danced around as he stared confusingly at her. “The front door is unlocked, nobodies home. Take her to the farther away bathroom.” Darryl did so in a hurry. I turned around then to see Heather still in the car, frozen. “Bes...” She spoke in a nervous voice. “I can’t move.” She was not kidding, her body was basically pretzeled, her face blood red, her whole pants soaked now. I spoke from panic. “Hold on! Let me get you out of the car.” She nodded, there were tears in her eyes. I jumped out of the car in a hurry and ran over to the left side where she sat. I swung the doors open and saw her up close. Her skin was full of sweat, there were tears in her eyes. I grabbed her left shoulder and gently pulled her out of the car. She stood for only a few seconds, her legs were wobbly from her painfully full bladder. And then, I heard the torrent of liquid shoot out of her. She immediately hunched over and fell to the ground. She moaned in relief as she gave a cry of embarrassment. The stream was massive, quick but seemingly neverending. I could do nothing but watch, my jaw on the ground, my heart skipping every single beat. “I’m sorry!” She moans as piss continues to come out of her. I couldn’t say anything back, her bladder being this full was beyond comprehension, and seeing every bit of it come out was amazing. The speedos were completely soaked as a puddle came around her, luckily no cars came around. It must have been three minutes long. I just started, an awkward look, but what else could I do. This was the hottest thing I had ever seen, making me feel as if I was going to... My penis was numb, every rub against my jeans gave me some sort of pleasure. In my amazement, I forgot to realize that the pleasure was climaxing, and then... OH GOD, OH MY GOD NO!!!!!! I backed away from Heather and leaned back against the car. I was cumming, my worst nightmare had come to life. I began breathing hard, but tried to be put on a straight face. It probably looked silly, but I felt as I ejaculated. I legs became weak, and so I leaned against the car. I stayed in that position until the orgasm ended. Luckily for me, she had kept her head down through all of that, and even if she didn’t, I hope that there were no large signs. As I recovered, the last drops came out of her as well. She looked up to me with tears in her eyes. “I am so sorry, Bes. I am soooo sorry!” “Its... okay... shit... ah... happens.” I tried to talk. “Are you alright.” “I...uh... yeah! Yeah! I’m sorry I didn’t stop somewhere so you wouldn’t of.” As I spoke her eyes lighted up, and that familiar smile creeped back on her face. Something was wrong, and I feared the worst. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you.” “What!?” She pointed with her index finger downward, and I followed, looking. I had a boner, still. My face became as pale as a mime, and I immediately felt dead inside. That was it, every social progression I had ever made came back to me because in this moment of intense pain, my sexual desire revealed itself to her. For a second, I thought about dying right there, it might be the only way out of this situation. “I... I...” I didn’t know what to say, and kept drawing blanks. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it, we all have our.. things.” Her mood had become better immediately. She stood up, her whole bottom of her body was completely soaked. “This is really embarrassing, promise to never tell anyone about... this, okay?” “Yeah!” At this point, if she would have said kill myself, I would have done it out of guilt. “Could you also get me like a towel and like some shorts. Is that okay.” I nodded and I led her into the house. I saw Darryl and Chris, she had made it, but looked in complete horror of what had happened to Heather. Darryl also gave sad eyes. I led her into my room, and pulled out a towel and a pair of old gym shorts. “Thank you so much, Bes. You’re a God send.” I nodded and turned around, as she began drying herself off and pulling down her drenched speedos. At this point, I was pretty sure that my social life was over. “Thank you so much, it was really wonderful, you guys. And I’m sorry for... you know.” Anna smiled at us as she hopped back to her house, finally leaving me and Heather alone, so I could learn some things that were on my mind for hours at this point. Heather was in her seat, her thighs sticking together as she shook her hips and bit her lip. “How long have you been holding?” I jumped to the point, she turned her head to me. “What time is it?” She took her phone out of her purse and looked at its. “I have been holding for thirty-three hours.” “Damn! Nice job.” “It’s a little better than nice job if you ask me.” “Last time I saw you hold you were at 28 hours. That’s some improvement.” “Oh, you’ve seen me hold. You know how we had math this year?” “Yeah.” “I never peed before school or when I woke up. Just once a day, right when I come home from school. So you see me bursting every day. You see, I’ve been working on composure.” “I see, I thought you were completely empty when I saw you this morning.” “By the time I got to the University, I had passed 24 hours by a while, and I needed to pee. By now, I’m bursting. But its good. Come on, you have to be impressed.” “I’m impressed.” I was, actually. “Your dick is definitely impressed.” I looked down and saw it erect. She took her left arm and began to slowly massage it, “you wanna see it.” I nodded, not knowing what “it” was. She took away her hand and grabbed the edges of her tight white dress, she rustled her legs but managed to pull the dress up, revealing her very thin white pantiesm, who lace showed me hints of what was underneath. She continued to pull up her dress until she revealed the main show. Through the tight dress, a massive, bloated, overextended bladder. “Oh my God!” “Yeah, I know. Its that Sprite I drank. But I’ll be fine.” “Well, lets get you home.” “Remember those Sundays where I would just come over for a few hours with an absurdly full bladder, and we just hanged out until I nearly pissed myself, ran to your toilet and gave a massive piss.” I smiled back at her. “Summer of Junior Year, that was nice.” “I miss those.” Her eyes lit up. “I know its been a while, Bes. But let’s do that again.” “What?” “Let’s go to your house. I really enjoy holding, and I really enjoy you Best. Besides, I am only an hour until my record Is you house empty?” It was, and I beamed a smile. I had forgotten about those days in Junior Year, where Heather’s love of holding and my love of seeing her hold came together for a few hours every sunday. “Yes. Lets go.” She wiggled a bit in her seat as she smiled and nodded. I had to drive her home, but I couldn’t even look her in the face. We had completed the project, taking almost three hours to complete. Darryl took his car home, Chris got her parents to pick her up, and of course I had to be the one to take home the girl who I couldn’t even look at. She sat in her seat in an odd comfort. She was still in the same athletic blouse from before, but now in a pair of very old gym shorts that fit uncomfortably around her legs. She was playing some game on her phone as I drove, quietly. “When I get home, can you come into my room for a second, just so we can put very finishing pieces to the project? I had no idea what Heather was talking about, but I did feel a sense of moral responsibility to do so. She cared the most about the project so if there was something that needed finishing, she was probably right. “Hey, Heather.” I spoke quietly. “I’m really sorry that I was so... candid with my sexual enjoyment about what happened. You know, unfortunately I did take your misery for pleasure, but I swear I did not hinder your ability to use the bathroom by doing so.” “Oh... Bes!” She charmingly spoke to me. “Don’t worry about that, I think it's actually pretty nice what you did there, it made me feel less bad about that situation, you know. I know you couldn’t control it, but it's not your right to control your urges. Just like didn’t control my urges and didn’t try to. I could have pissed any time of the day, but I didn’t. Maybe I just...” It hit me like a ton of bricks. “Are you into...” “We’ll talk in my room, okay.” When we got there, the parents were luckily asleep, and we creeped into her bedroom with an aura of complete silence. When we got into the room and the door was closed I began to talk. “Heather. Are you into holding?” She smiled and nodded. “I... am. You know, I found out very recently. That’s why I held it all day, it was just dumb by me to go too far.” She spoke with her head down, as if she was ashamed by what she was saying. “Before I forget. I need to give you these shorts, right?” “Oh, no! Don’t worry about.” I wasn’t fast enough. In an absurd speed she dropped down those gym shorts, revealing bare body to me. I stopped talking immediately, and stared at her. Her lean legs went up all the way to her vagina, where there was only the slightest bit of pubes. This day kept getting better and better. “I’d love to get better at these... holdings. You think that on like Sunday I can come over for a few hours. You know, to test myself.” I didn’t know what to say, I was confronted by her extremely sexy figure, with an offer I can’t refuse. “Heather... I” With the slightest sense of confusion, she enacted into what I must think was the Plan b. She walked into me, shockingly close and began embracing me on the lips. I began breathing harder, my Penis barely rubbing against her bare skin. She held me, her kiss was warm and seductive. There was no other answer. “Yes.” “Your room looks just like it used to.” Heather walked into the room with an uncomfortable stance. Her legs were crossed and hands pushing into her crotch. I smiled at her remarks, imaging what the next few minutes would pertain. “Alright, its your house. What’s your rules today.” These were the old rules, she would do whatever I wanted to do while she managed the painfully full bladder. “Take the dress off.” She smiled in agreement. “Thank Christ, this dress is the bane of my existence.” She slowly rolled up the dress to above her head as she wriggled her body. Her bra and panties were matching, white with a lace that showed everything to an extent. Every movement was troubling for Heather at this point, her thighs gyrated with a quickness and hand pushed down on any hole that would allow urine to escape. Her face rang pure agony, moving beyond when she was managing to hold onto whatever shred of decency she had. “I thought you were good at composure. Isn’t that what you said?” I almost patronized her, she gave me a worried look, as if she was beginning to regret those words. “If you were good at composure, you wouldn’t have to hold yourself, would you?” She listened to those words, and moved her hands to her sides. Without the pressure of her arms clenching on the torrent of liquid inside of her, she wiggled around, her thighs stiffened around her. I could see her massive bladder pulsate, it being too large to hide in the confines of the normal size of the organ, instead, it bursted out of her chest. “How do you feel?” “I... I feel like I’m going to pop!” She yelled, her face showed it, she bit her lower lip with force, so much that I wouldn’t be surprised if she drew blood. As she stuttered these words her hands subconsciously moved in to hold herself, but she resisted. She was still strong. “When was the last time you went?” This was what I always did. Every Sunday she would come with a full bladder, normally the result of twenty two hours of holding or so, and I would essentially quiz her on every feeling it gave until the sheer talk of it all proved to be too much, and she would jump into my shower and let it all go. It was never easy for her, but sometimes she managed. “Five o’clock, in the morning, yesterday. I had woken up from a night of a full bladder and was really hurting.” “And you didn’t go the rest of the day.” “Yes, I went asleep with a full bladder.” “Did you plan on using the bathroom the morning after.” “I... Yes. When I woke up, I really had to pee, but I needed to get ready for the orientation, so I skipped the morning pee. I thought I could find a bathroom at the University. But...” “Continue.” “Bes! I can’t, can I go! Please!” “Not yet!” She shook her head as she bended over, her entire body shaking. “Why didn’t you use the bathroom at the university?” “Well, I got into line to start, and It took forever, and by the time it was over I saw that there was no time to go, so I kept holding.” “Which is when you first saw me, right?” “Yes, and I really had to go then. But you didn’t notice, right?” “I did not.” “Well, I really needed to go, so when I finished my meetings I searched for the bathroom.” “Which is where you met Anna.” “Yes.” She bent over again at this point I saw the smallest bit of her panties turn a shade damper, she perked up. “I’m losing control! Bes! Please!” “You are almost there. Now, why did you hold with Anna.” “She. Oh!!!... She only kind of had to pee, but I was bursting. When it was lunch time, she invited me and I couldn’t have said...” Her knees began to be wobbly, and she gave out a loud moan. “And why did you have a large soda?” “I thought I could... Ah!!!” She began bouncing up and down. “I thought I could hold it! And then I couldn’t show Anna that I was weak bladdered. I have a strong bladder, and I couldn’t show it be weak.” “You do have a strong bladder, and you can hold it. Now, take off everything. So you don’t waste those beautiful panties.” She moved her hands back to her panties, where she took a few seconds to give a slight squeeze on her amazingly full bladder. She began to roll it down, it was just like the last time I saw her naked body, in the same place almost a year before. She had perfectly tan and lean legs and blended right into her vagina, and a incredibly toned ass behind her. She danced around, holding herself constantly. “I need to hold myself Bes.” “That’s okay. I will help you.” I walked behind her and slowly unhooked her white bra from her, revealing her massive tits, one that for far too much time have been confined to sports bras and those sorts, seeing them was a relief, and a sexual wonder. She continued to hold herself, wiggling around as she gave out moans of pains, agony and frustration. “I’m going to do something, I want you to hold yourself as hard as you can, just don’t lose control. Okay, Heather.” She nodded from out of her focus. And so I did the worst possible thing I could of. I walked to the showers and turned it. She gave a shriek, the sound of water making her task even harder than it was, she gives a cry as Heather pushes down with all of her might. “Keep holding yourself, I am going to take you into the shower.” She shook her head, her body almost still. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” I take her hand and move her gently to the shower, Heather’s body rescinding more and more downward through every pull. I could see a trail of her piss leaving behind her, but it was worth it. I took off my clothes as we stood in the bathroom, and after we were both nude, led her into the shower, me behind. “Bes! I’m losing control!” She is crying, our bodies were madly close in the shower, and I could feel warm liquid slowly spurt out of her. So I did my part. “Let me help you.” As water splashed down our bodies, I took my hands and placed them near Heather’s urethra. I could feel its warmness and wetness, though I did not know what the wetness was from. I began massaging the desperate organ, Heather moaning in some mixture of pain and pleasure. The water bouncing off of us as I started to finger her. “One deal, you are not allowed to pee until you orgasm, okay.” She nodded, her face beginning to turn red from some sort of pleasure, her cheeks becoming rosy. I could feel the heat of her skin pulsating off, our bodies touching in every juncture, the shower steaming up. I began going harder, feeling leaks of urine approaching my forearm. I could feel my own erection heating up, it was the return of my old crush, back to our own pleasures, working togethers to fulfill our fantasies. The holder and the watcher, bound together by desire. My Penis began rubbing on the smooth skin of her body, giving me pleasure and the drive to push stronger. We were standing chest to chest, her body and mine, I could feel her own bladder bouncing off my stomach. There were tears in her eyes as she moaned and pawed in almost entirely pleasure. “Oh! I’m almost! I’m almost!” She begins to scream, giving me one more go, and I go as fast as I could. That was when she gave out the loudest moan I had ever heard, her body collapsing in its own weight, her falling behind, her weight being bolstered by the wall of the shower. She had definitely orgasmed, and she did so, the amazing amount of urine that was stored inside of her by choice and by her own doing was let out in a heap. I watched as a jet of urine sprang out of her, every facet of her feelings shown all possible types of desire. Relief, sexually, physically and mentally. As for me, I just kept watching. I watched for nearly three minutes, as urine continually poured out of her with an undeniable quickness. I was not prepared for this type of hold. As I watched, I thought about that first day when this meeting came to fruition. The girl who was a seat seats ahead of me, literally and figuratively, who never saw me as more than a friend, realized a hidden but needed desire when her first day of holding became a disaster, and became a day of immense joy for me. The way I saw her in the bedroom, all of my shame becoming pride when I realized where her fantasies laid, and how she would always smile through everything, even immense pain. And as the final trickles of urine came out of me, I recognized that same smile that she always had, her hair wet from the water, her face full relief. And I smiled back. And I fucked her brains out.
One of my rare dabbles into male omorashi. Evidently today is fellow writer Harley Quinn's birthday and since I enjoy her work I thought I could try my hand at another male omorashi story in her honor. Key word is try of course. Without further ado, I am a mortal among gods… or titans actually. I have limits they don’t. Sometimes reaching these limits can be embarrassing. For example: potty failure in a combat scenario. Well, at the moment it’s actually just a potty emergency but I know the end results. I don’t even know if Cyborg has a human bladder or some sort of robotic reservoir system. Meanwhile Raven is the daughter of a demon and Donna is Amazonian. Actually I am kind of surprised Kid Flash doesn’t have more of an issue with his bladder given his metabolism. No, instead I am the only one in desperate need of a bathroom. The team leader reduced to a barely house trained child. I couldn’t let them know. I had to fight on. The last time I was even close to being this desperate was when Donna had asked me to help her start up the Teen Titans. It was three years ago, only a couple of months after I debuted as Nightwing. I had struck out alone, away from Bruce’s condescension, to protect the streets of Blüdhaven. Donna pointed out I was only trying to prove myself capable to Bruce. I may have lashed out at her for that comment… “This whole Nightwing vanity project is just some sort of show for Bruce’s benefit, Dick. Taking on the streets of Blüdhaven, going toe to toe with any supervillain who rears there ugly head in your vicinity, it’s ridiculous.” The ever beautiful Donna Troy hovered in the air before me, bearing a one piece suit that looked as if it had been sewn from the night sky. “This isn’t about proving anything to Bruce. This is about separating from him. I’m not Batman, and I never will be. I have to go my own way and he couldn’t understand that. I thought you of all people would understand what it’s like trying to measure up to someone else.” I didn’t have time for her lecture. I knew it was dirty tactics to bring up her living in Wonder Woman’s shadow but I needed to end the debate and fast. I had been on patrol the entire night and eventually my bladder caught up to me. Not too long afterwards, so did Wondergirl. I had been preparing to return to my apartment when she floated down before me and brought up the prospect of co-starting a team of teenage super heroes. I quickly shot her down. Now I needed to quickly end this argument. “This might not be about proving yourself to Bruce, but it definitely isn’t about going your own way. This isn’t like you, Dick. You are distancing yourself from everyone: the bat family, the League, even your friends. You are isolating yourself and becoming exactly like Batman.” “You clearly don’t understand anything about me.” I snapped. I couldn’t muster any witty repartee. It was all I could do not to squirm on the spot. I allowed myself to tap my foot up to that point, in the hope she would only think I was being impatient. I turned my back to her. “I’m leaving now.” I said simply. Before I could take a single step her lasso tugged tightly against my body. The mystical rope pressed against my lower abdomen and, consequently, my bladder. I gasped and barely kept from doubling over. “Listen to me.” She demanded. Typically her lasso of persuasion had no effect on me. I say typically, because in that moment of desperation I lacked the will to resist. I never admitted it of course; instead I told her it was a moment of clarity or some sort of guilt ridden obligation. I turned to face her and managed to stay still for a moment. She released her hold of me. “Dick, you aren’t a loner. You never have been. I get how you are feeling, and I understand that not every effect of being raised by the Batman will be a good one. But you aren’t this thing you are trying to be. You are a team player. You are levelheaded and free spirted at the same time somehow. Don’t be Batman. Be Nightwing, but make sure that it’s the Nightwing you really want to be.” I hung my head lightly. “I guess you do have a point.” I had inconspicuously begun to shift my weight from foot to foot. “Yes, I do. I think the Teen Titans will be good for you. Together we can lead a group of teenage heroes to protect the world our way. Not anyone else’s. Trust me, it will be great.” And I did trust her. I agreed to her offer and when she briefly turned around I disappeared from sight and went off to find a restroom. Bruce did teach me a few good tricks after all. Unfortunately I can’t disappear while trading blows with Slade… and of course the need to pee is much worse than that night. At least I have the added advantage of movement. I hop from foot to foot as I use one escrima stick to block Deathstroke’s sword and the other to attempt for a strike. Of course Deathstroke evades the attack. “You are unusually silent, Nightwing. Why is that?” “Oh sorry, I forgot to clue you in. I’m kind of doing an impression of what your unconscious body will sound like in just a few moments.” I grit my teeth as my bladder spasms. It’s everything I have not to lose control. I might be constantly moving but my attacks are clumsier. When Deathstroke begins to cut through my defenses I realize I am actively squirming. My bladder spasms again and I hunch over, barely blocking another blow. “What has you so pathetic?” Slade sneers. I realize that I will lose if I let my bladder control me. I… I relent to nature’s call. The effect isn’t immediate but soon I began to feel my lap grow warm. Golden rivulets cascade down my legs and soak my skintight outfit. My uniform is black, so the wetness isn’t immediately visible but my legs begin to glisten and steam in the cold winter air. It doesn’t take long before a puddle spreads beneath my feet. “What are you doing?” Slade demands in disbelief. The shock of what he witnesses is enough of an opening for me to strike. Hot pee still pours down my legs as I strike his wrist with an electrically charged escrima. He drops the sword immediately and in a flurry of strike I have him beaten down. There seems to be a trail of urine droplets behind me. They lead from my first puddle to my new one as I stand above an unconscious Slade. “I think my impression was pretty spot on.” I smirk. I didn’t realize how much pee I had held but now with my uniform saturated I didn’t see any reason to restrain myself. I release every last drop of pee from my bladder. I almost revel in the relief as streams of liquid gold rush down my legs and pool around my feet. The puddle even spreads to Slade’s body. “Well that is certainly some tactic.” Raven dead pans as my team catches up with me. I blush and fumble for an explanation. “Hey, if it’s effective it’s not a bad strategy.” Cyborg laughs.
Hi wet friends! I'm back after a bit of a break. This is a bit of a lengthy story with a longer set-up so bear with me. As always, I welcome your feedback! "Get rid of it. Now." Shelly couldn't believe her ears. Six years at this laboratory, all with Tracy as her supervisor, and it had come to this. She finally had something and her boss was throwing out her prototype without even a demonstration. Yes, she had disobeyed strict orders to halt research and development of the "ViaHer" line- for over two years. But the drug worked! All her secret overtime hours had finally paid off and she had observed positive behaviour in mice. She opened her mouth to reply but couldn't utter a word. Tracy snapped again. "Don't argue with me. You know exactly why the project was killed. Just get rid of your work now before others catch wind of this and get us into a whole lot of hot water." Shelly sighed. She knew Tracy was right. This line of drug development had been exceptionally risky and had gone about as badly as possible. They had been trying to create something that created sexual excitement in women the way Viagara did for men. Many others had tried and failed in this area. Getting a woman's vaginal region wet enough for intercourse wasn't a problem. The tough part was creating the appropriate and complete physiological response in a female to prepare her for sex and orgasm. This involved stimulating mental activity to make her crave sex as much as men and reduce inhibitions. After three years of tedious and costly research, they had come up with various forms of "roofie" drugs which heavily affected consciousness but nothing that made the female subjects noticeably hornier. The final straw had been the theft of drugs from the laboratory. An intern named Rueben had witnessed an experimentation session on some volunteers who had essentially blacked out after taking the drug. Later that very day, after the lab had emptied, he had broken into the locked cabinet and stolen everything. Even before Tracy called the police station the next morning to report the theft, Rueben had been arrested for roofie-ing a girl and attempting to rape her. The security was ramped up at the lab immediately and the project terminated. Senior management had already been considering cutting the program anyway since there had been little progress. Shelly had been so emotionally invested in the project that she had secretly made copies of the research before the originals had been shredded. Once things cooled off, she started working on it again using a secluded storage room most of the time. Despite Tracy's direct order, Shelly couldn't get herself to throw all her work away. She was frustrated with her career, working on inconsequential projects like allergy medication. ViaHer was the thing that had been keeping her going and now there was nothing. She was thirty-three, much too old to still be stuck in essentially the same position as her second year after graduation. This drug could be her ticket to wealth and a worry-free life! As a single, career-oriented woman, she deserved a break of some sort. All her friends had gotten married- some even had kids! Maybe she could start her own pharmaceutical company and find some sort of redemption for herself. But how? She had no form of support behind her with regards to ViaHer. Forget about funding- she didn't even have a way of testing the drug on humans! The miserable thought gnawed at her all week and she felt ready to quit on Friday. She made up her mind that afternoon. She was going to try her luck and experiment with the drug- maybe a small dosage at first, about what she had been feeding the mice. She was probably a good candidate for it anyway. She didn't have much of a sex drive and her list of ex-boyfriends was only a couple names long. She regularly went months without sex or masturbation. Perhaps her disinterest in sex had led to failure in relationships. She wasn't unattractive by any means. Men admired her tall, slender figure all the time. Her bright red shoulder-length hair was a highlight which separated her from other women. On the rare occasion she went out to a club, she stood out on the dance floor and found herself surrounded by interested males. Shelly had never felt as nervous about walking through her front door as she did that day. She checked on her mice immediately and found no changes. All the females were pregnant. This was her third successful test group injected with the new drug and the female mice had been seeking sex at least twice a day. There had been some physiological changes but they could be easily explained by increased sexual activity. The mice were eating and drinking more, but not gaining weight. The higher calorie intake was offset by the energy spent during sex. Hesitantly, she measured out the dosage given to the mice and consumed it with a glass of water. She sat down to watch a movie, trying to get her mind off what she was doing. She noticed that her mouth had run dry just ten minutes into the movie. She jotted the observation as a possible side effect into her notebook before grabbing two bottled waters from the fridge. The movie ended without much excitement. She had to pee as a result of all the liquid intake, but there was no noticeable horniness. She went to bed disappointed, but promised herself she would increase the dosage and try again the next day. After completing her weekend chores, Shelly finally sat down to measure out the drug for herself. She decided to try five times the amount she was giving to the mice. it seemed like a drastic increase from yesterday, but she had really felt nothing at all so a moderate increase would probably not do very much for her. Even this dosage was barely appropriate for a small child, using weight as a comparable metric from mice to humans. Once again, Shelly's mouth ran dry and she started drinking water. However, there were much better results this time. After only ten minutes, her heartbeat increased and she felt a growing sexual excitement. She gently rubbed herself through her sweatpants as she watched Something about Mary. Five minutes later, she had grown hot enough to pull her pants off completely. She was grinding hard against her grey cotton panties while squeezing her breast with the other hand. She paused the movie and rushed to her bedroom. She frantically located her hardly-used vibrating dildo in the bottom drawer of her dresser and jumped on her bed. She climaxed in under a minute; it was easily the most intense orgasm of her life. She was shocked at her heavy breathing and sweating, uncontrollable horniness, and, most of all, the overwhelming pleasure she had just experienced. The drug had the potential to be incredible! She reached down to pull up her panties but realized they were absolutely drenched. Her sex toy lay in a damp spot between her legs and her pussy continued to ooze feminine wetness onto her bed. She got up to clean up and change into new underwear. She staggered to the washroom and her legs trembled as she stood in front of the mirror. Her face was still flushed red. She reached for a comb and straightened out her messy red hair. She still felt incredibly horny and felt that she could easily go for another orgasm with little difficulty. However, she was craving something more now. She wanted to have sex with a man. It was almost 4pm and it was a forty-five minute drive to the city. She could go to the bar and see if there was something interesting happening. If not, the clubs would be certainly be hopping on this summer Saturday night. She picked out her sexiest lingerie and threw on a dress. She looked in the mirror and immediately changed her mind. Her dress, and all others she owned for that matter, were too conservative. They all screamed out "nice mom" as opposed to "come fuck my brains out" attire all the young sluts wore nowadays. Luckily, she did have a pair of decade-old jeans which would really show off her curves- if she could fit into them. She barely got them over her ass and zipped up. The denim was faded and stretched in places, but hadn't torn yet. The jeans were not only super comfortable but appeared sexier than any of her new purchases too. She ran her hand over her ass and smiled to herself. Guys always stared at her when she wore tight jeans. A tight black Guns N' Roses shirt covered by a beige leather jacket completed her sexy outfit and she eagerly rushed out the door to hit the town. She just resisted the urge to masturbate again as she walked out. She felt her mouth running dry again so she grabbed a water bottle for the road. The slightly bumpy drive in her Ford Taurus almost made her cum behind the wheel. Her horniness somehow multiplied as time passed. She was sure she wouldn't be able to resist any sexual advance tonight, even if it came from a 70-year-old, 300 pound baldy. As Shelly entered the outskirts of Jefferson, she realized she needed to pee. All the water she had drunk since taking the medication was flowing into her bladder. Her tight waistband was making things even more uncomfortable, digging into her midsection. She reached the city's largest and most popular pub five minutes later, squirming in her seat. She shut off the car and scrambled out. Standing up so suddenly almost made her squirt. She gasped and clutched her crotch as she locked up. She half-jogged in her heels to door and desperately scanned the premises for the washrooms. Fortunately, the ladies room was a few metres away and she rushed into the first cubicle. She yanked her jeans and panties down and peed a hard stream into the toilet bowl. She had not needed to pee this badly for a long time. Even with all the water intake, it seemed as if her bladder had filled incredibly rapidly and completely. As she finished relieving herself, she made a mental note to monitor the diuretic effect of the drug. With her bladder emptied, Shelly's thoughts turned to sex once again and she began rubbing herself on the toilet. She enjoyed the sensation for about thirty seconds but the sound of the washroom door opening forced her to stop and pull her pants back up. It was ultimate torture to stop when she was so horny. Shelly left the washroom to analyze her prospects. Most of the tables were occupied by couples or large groups of friends- not many single guys at all. That said, the bartender was a handsome young man (no ring), about five years her junior. It was as good a place to start as any. She found a seat near the middle of the counter and smiled seductively at him. He acknowledged her and walked over. "You look like you're feeling better. What can I get you?" He asked confidently. Shelly blushed, realizing he must have seen her pee-pee dance a few minutes earlier. She glanced at his name tag. "I'll have a vodka martini, Dan. How are you tonight?" "Coming right up, miss. I'm doing alright- how are you?" He turned away to make her drink. Shelly decided to wait until he came back instead of yelling at him over the music and chatter of the pub. A minute later, he placed the drink in front of her with a wide smile. She giggled and held out her hand. "I'm Shelly. I just drove in from Helensville." "Long drive- guess that's why you went running straight to the ladies." He chuckled as he spoke and Shelly blushed again. All this talk about her personal matter was embarrassing her. Luckily, Dan turned away to answer to a call from the other end of the bar. A trio of barely-legal college girls walked in and waved for attention as well. Shelly felt a twinge of jealousy. If only she could be as youthful and pretty as them again. Dan began flirting with them as he mixed together their orders. Shelly gulped down the rest of her drink- partly to secure his attention again when she had a chance and partly because she wanted to get a buzz on and forget about slutty young girls. Dan looked over at her several minutes later and excused himself to serve her another drink. She quickly pushed conversation to try and retain his attention. "Thank you, Dan. Do you live around here?" "Yeah, Me and my girl live just on the other side of the hill you drove over. Born and raised in Jefferson. I've been working here for two years." Shelly immediately fell silent. He had a girlfriend! Dan seemed to sense her disappointment, but didn't walk away. Over the years he had learned how to handle interested patrons without compromising his happy long-term relationship. "Hey, I gotta check up on the other end of the bar. I'll fix one on the house for you when I get back." He smiled at Shelly before turning away. She forced herself to smile back, not wanting to look like a sore bitch. She chugged her drink again and looked around the bar hoping for eye contact, but there was nothing. Dan returned with the drink as promised five minutes later. They continued their conversation for a few more minutes. Shelly felt bad for her attitude change a few minutes ago. He really seemed like a nice guy. It didn't surprise her that he refused to take advantage of all the female attention he got at the bar to cheat on his girlfriend. Their chat was interrupted once again by the college girls wanting more drinks, but Dan had one more thing to say before he ran off. "Hey, my older bro is coming down for a couple of beers in about ten minutes. I'd love to introduce you to him." Shelly giggled and nodded in appreciation. "Sure Dan, I'd love that- thanks!" She was already feeling tipsy, sipping away her fourth drink. She hoped Dan's brother was as handsome and pleasant. She felt excited- she needed sex today. It was a completely foreign sensation to her. Just the thought of being penetrated was driving her wild. Dan's eyes lit up as the pub door opened again. He bolted over to the end of the bar to give his brother a high five. Shelly's pussy moistened just looking at him. He was about her age, with a tall, muscular frame. His jet black hair dangled down to his ears. His pearly white grin and hazelnut-brown eyes seemed capable of hypnotizing any woman he desired. Shelly noticed the college girls shoot dirty looks towards her as Dan led him down the bar to the seat beside her. He introduced him to her as Mike then quickly wandered away to serve the drinks he had been in the middle of preparing. Mike was as much a gentleman as he was a sight for sore eyes. He bought her drinks as they conversed for the next hour. Finally, he asked if she wanted to go dancing with him. Shelly immediately accepted the offer and he paid both tabs despite her protests. As Shelly dismounted from the bar stool, she realized that her bladder had filled again. There was now a line outside the ladies and she didn't want to make Mike wait. It was fine- she would go at the club. Mike offered to drive and she happily accepted. She was way too drunk to drive anyway. The ride was only ten minutes long but Shelly's bladder seemed to fill up at an alarming rate. She was almost certain that the drug sped up her kidneys. Both times today, she had gone from empty to full in under ninety minutes! Shelly got out of the truck carefully; she didn't want to make the same mistake as earlier especially with Mike there. There was a line-up of about ten people outside the club. Shelly hesitantly got in line trying not to think about how rapidly her bladder was filling. She danced lightly on the spot, trying to follow what Mike was saying. Conversation was becoming a real chore with her mind focussed on keeping her jeans dry. She wondered how long they would have to wait outside. Mike seemed to sense her distanced attitude and reduced his own chatter. Finally he asked, "Is everything okay?" Shelly bit her lip. "Yeah, I'm fine," she lied. They had been standing there for five minutes and the line hadn't moved. Her shifting was becoming more and more obvious. She really needed to GO! She could feel Mike eyeing her and wondered if he had guessed what was going on inside her body. Her question was answered two minutes later when the bouncer let four guys in the front of the line past him. "I'm sure we will be let in amongst the next group. Just hang on a little longer." Shelly burned red with humiliation. Mike knew she was on the verge of wetting herself! The benefit was that there was no need to hide her need anymore. She groaned softly and danced on the spot, squeezing her legs together and running her palms on her thighs, fighting the urge to grab her crotch. She wanted to believe Mike, but there were still six people in front of them- a couple in front of the bouncer and another quartet of guys after that. Five minutes passed by uneventfully and Shelly was in danger of wetting her jeans in the lineup. She frantically grabbed her crotch and hopped about in little circles. The guys in front of her were openly sniggering at her shameful pee dance. Mike was genuinely concerned, offering whispers of encouragement every thirty seconds. He asked her if she wanted to find somewhere else to pee, but everything around seemed to be closed already. She didn't feel comfortable squatting in an alley with Mike around. Still, it was a better alternative to soaking her faded blue, skin-tight jeans. Finally, Shelly could take no more. If she didn't get to a toilet soon, she would wet herself. She hobbled to the front of the line to plead with the bouncer. "P-please let me in. I really need to p-pee." People in the line-up howled with laughter as she danced helplessly in front of the bouncer, begging to be let in. Even the bouncer's stern face broke into a massive grin. "I'll let you in with the next group, lady. Hang tight for a minute." Shelly ignored the laughter around her as she made her way back to Mike with tears running down her face. She doubted she could even last another minute. Her pee was pushing against on her vagina. Wave after wave of desperation was being fought off by sheer will and her fingers pressing on her womanhood. To Shelly's surprise, the bouncer kept his promise. He moved aside to let the couple at the front through but halted the guys. He then gestured at her and Mike to come forward and enter the club. Naturally, the guys protested but the bouncer would have none of it. "I don't need a piss puddle out here in front- sorry boys." Shelly's face burned beet red as she walked in, seeking the toilet. She nearly screamed in despair as she saw a huge cue for the ladies room, but Mike quickly cupped one of his giant hands over her mouth. He stealthy guided her past the line to the gents room and pushed her in. A couple of guys at the sinks looked at the them in surprise, but then diverted their attention away in understanding. This poor lady was about to have a very embarrassing accident. Her boyfriend was just doing her a harmless little favour. The second cubicle was open. Shelly felt herself squirt as the toilet came into view. She gripped harder trying not to lose complete control. She could feel the hot wetness dampen the crotch of her panties. She came to the realization that there was no way to undo her jeans without releasing her grip. Behind her, Mike had shut the cubicle door and was watching her struggle on the spot as she helplessly eyed the toilet. "Want me to help you get your pants off?" he asked. Shelly couldn't speak; she turned to face him as she cried. He knelt over and gently parted her wrists so he could access the button at her waist. The pressure being exerted on her pussy subsided ever so gently but it was enough to cause a second squirt. Shelly's eyes widened in horror as the crotch region of her jeans darkened in front of Mike's eyes. He seemed to realize the complete implications of what was happening and he forgot all about being a gentleman. He hastily pushed his fingers between Shelly's hands and tried to pull the zipper down. Acting quickly was her only shot at peeing into the toilet and not in her jeans. The zipper got stuck and that was the final straw. Shelly's bladder pulsed hard inside her and she could deny it no longer. A perfectly divided stream flowed down her legs, wetting the insides and rear areas of her jeans. Mike froze in place and watched the surreal spectacle, unsure about what to do. Shelly's pee was pooling on the floor at her feet and, as a final surrender, she collapsed back onto the toilet seat and continued peeing full force through the denim cloth. A mixture of relief and humiliation over came her as she listened to her stream hitting the water below. She started crying full-on and covered her face with her wet hands. She couldn't even look at Mike- she was wetting herself like a little girl in front of him. As her bladder finished emptying and her stream slowed to a trickle, Shelly realized how much trouble she was in. She was sitting drunk in the men's room with soaked jeans, accompanied by a man she had just met. There was no way to get out of here without being seen and she had no car to drive home in. She was completely screwed. It was a fate worse than death. Mike came up and hugged her. She felt half an urge to push him away but it felt good to be held just the same. She was so embarrassed. This hunk had just seen her wet herself. A grown woman who had gone out for a few drinks had pissed her jeans! She cried even harder in his embrace. "Please stop crying, babe. It's okay..." She somehow reduced her howling down to a sob again. "W-what did I... What am I going to do?" "Relax- it's not a huge deal. Don't worry." He somehow had a soothing effect on her, despite the horrible situation. Also being so close to him and smelling him, feeling his muscular body against hers- it was making her horny all over again. She felt an intense desire to pleasure him, even in her vulnerable state. "D-do you think you could..." she hesitated, not knowing how to phrase her thoughts. "Yes, of course," he interjected, "I'll drive you back to your car right away... or straight to your place if you prefer." Shelly felt an incredible sense of gratitude towards him and she could hold back no longer. If he was disgusted by her, he would stop her. However, she was far too horny not to try. The warm wetness engulfing her ass and crotch was turning her on, not to mention the immense relief of finally letting go. Peeing her pants had somehow felt like a heavenly experience in itself. She undid his fly and reached in to pull out his penis. It was semi-erect already. She rubbed the head a few times to get it harder still before lowering her mouth onto it. She felt Mike's hand rest on the back of her skull and guide her motions- back and forth. He came in under two minutes and she dutifully swallowed his massive load. Mike looked down at her for a long moment. This time, she wasn't afraid to maintain eye contact. "Wow, thanks babe- that was amazing!" Shelly still didn't know what to say. She could hardly believed she had just done that after wetting her pants. Mike spoke again. "Let's get you out of here." They both zipped up and left the club, ignoring the stares of disbelief and howls of laughter. Mike drove her back to his place where she had the best sex of her life. The drug was, without a doubt, a huge success. Edited July 7, 2015 by fullbladder (see edit history)
A rp my friend and I did that I wrote out. I've been writing a lot of Shingeki no Kyojin omorashi fanfiction lately. So...Enjoy. :) *** Armin shifted groggily, trying to roll onto his side to get more comfortable. His movements, however, were met with resistance. Try as he might, he couldn't roll over, couldn't move his arms, and couldn't shift his legs much. He blinked sleepily and looked around, confused. Armin remembered falling asleep wrapped up cozily in his sleeping bag in the temporary camp Levi's squad had made while pursuing Annie. He lifted his head from the floor and took in his surroundings. He was in a small room. The walls were made of logs, the floor was made of wood planks, and the single window was covered with a piece of black cloth. Sunlight filtered through the dark fabric, providing the room with a dim light. What the...? Armin looked down at his body, startled to see thick leather straps holding him to the floor. There were five straps total. One across his ankles, one across his hips, one across his chest, and one across each of his wrists, keeping his arms pinned by his sides. Armin could wiggle a little bit, but was unable to bend his knees or move his arms. Confused, Armin lay his head back and tried to think of some way to get out of the restraints and make his escape. But his thoughts were soon interrupted by light footsteps and the creak of a door. Armin craned his neck to look at the visitor and immediately felt a sense of dread. It was Annie, dressed in her Military Police uniform, her hair pulled back into a bun with her bangs hanging loosely in her face. She was carrying a large jug of water. “Goooood morning.” Annie grinned, watching Armin with malice in her blue eyes. “Sleep well?” she asked. “Why are you doing this?” Armin glared, though he felt like he already knew the answer. She's probably still pissed over the whole prison fiasco and wants revenge... “Because I can.” Annie grinned and held up the jug of water. “Thirsty?” She asked. “No, I'm not.” Armin said. Annie approached him, kneeling next to his head. “Mmm....I think you are...” Annie uncorked the jug and brought it toward Armin's mouth. Armin kept his mouth closed and turned his head away, wary at whatever she was about to make him drink. Annie grabbed his cheeks between her thumb and forefinger, causing Armin to gasp slightly in pain. In the second he had his mouth open, Annie forced the opening to the jug in. Liquid filled his mouth quickly, forcing him to swallow. To his surprise, the liquid tasted like water. Water kept pouring into his mouth, and Armin had no choice but to drink it. Annie grinned at him, and Armin tried to pull his head away, needing to breathe. Annie held tight though, and Armin began choking when his lungs burned for air. He was a mess by the time Annie pulled the jug away, choking and gasping for air, his face and hair wet from when water kept overflowing his mouth. “There you go.” Annie corked the jug. “Refreshing, right?” Armin didn't respond, still coughing and trying to catch his breath. Annie looked down at his stomach, which was noticeably bloated, and grinned. “Ooh, bet that was painful.” “Why...” Armin coughed, “Why did you do that?” “To keep you alive.” Annie poked his full stomach. “That looks really painful.” she said. Armin tensed. It was. He felt like his stomach was going to burst because it was so full. And on top of the pain, the position he was in was making him nauseous. He swallowed frequently, trying to keep the water in his stomach when it started trickling back up his esophagus. Armin groaned and tried to sit up, feeling to urge to vomit intensify when Annie pressed down on his stomach again. “You can stay right there.” Annie grinned, watching him struggle. After a few minutes of fruitless wiggling, Armin relaxed. He watched Annie, his full stomach and painful lungs making him miserable. Annie sighed and placed her fingers on his chest. Armin could feel how cold her fingers were even through his shirt. “You're so adorable...” she murmured. Armin grit his teeth and swallowed again. “I'm so full of water I'm going to throw up...” he whispered miserably. Annie traced her fingers down his chest, stopping at his bloated stomach. “It'll pass.” Annie assured him. “Just be patient.” Armin sighed and closed his eyes, waiting for his stomach to start emptying. He shifted, rocking his hips forward enough that he could arch his back slightly. It took a bit of pressure off of his stomach. “I'll be back later.” Annie said. Armin heard her get up, heard her footsteps across the floor, the creak of the door, and then her footsteps slowly faded to silence. Time passed slowly. Armin's stomach began to empty, and it left him comfortable enough to doze off at one point. As the fluid moved out of his stomach, though, Armin became aware of another problem. His bladder was filling, and at a much faster pace than normal as his body tried to rid itself of the water Annie had given him. He wasn't quite desperate, but was certainly uncomfortable when Annie entered the room again. She knelt down next to him again, placing another jug on the floor nearby. “I've brought more water!” Annie said, sounding cheerful. Armin glanced at her. She looked unusually happy, and Armin cringed at the realization that she enjoyed toying with him. “Uh...were you planning on letting me out of these straps at all...?” Armin asked. He knew his bladder would become a much much more pressing need before much time passed. “Nope. Can't have you running off.” She said. Armin looked around the empty room, then looked at Annie again. “Annie, you're going to have to let me out of these straps eventually...” he said pointedly. Annie pinched his cheek. “Says who?” “You can't keep me here forever!” Armin raised his voice, frustrated. “Eh. Time is a concept.” Annie patted him on the thigh. Armin flinched at the touch and wiggled, trying to get free of the straps. “What's the rush?” Annie asked. “Somewhere you need to be?” His muscles cramping, his bladder filling, and his frustration mounting, Armin glared at his captor. “Untie me.” He demanded. “Or what?” Annie asked, amused. “I don't know!” Armin wiggled. “Just please let me out of this.” “What for?” Annie asked, feigning ignorance. “You forced me to drink an entire jug of water. What do you think?” Armin fidgeted in his bonds, shifting his thighs slightly. Annie watched him, the most malicious and evil-looking grin on her face. Realization hit Armin like a punch in the gut. He went pale. Annie wasn't going to let him up, and his bladder was going to empty eventually, whether voluntarily or not. “You....want me to...” “Armin...” Annie said, her voice a bit gentler, “if I were to let you out to go, would you really be able to? I'm not letting you out of my sight. So even if I let you go, would you be able to?” Armin stared at her, at a loss for words. He really did need to relieve himself, but would be unable to if she was watching him. And he had no doubt that she would watch him, probably laughing while he struggled to go. Armin sighed. “No...I guess I wouldn't...” “Then you are not getting out of this.” Annie placed a hand on his lower belly. Armin tensed his sphincter muscles reflexively, her cold hand resting on his full bladder and increasing his urge. Annie snorted. “This is rich.” She untucked his shirt and pulled it up, unbuttoning the bottom three buttons so she could see his stomach. “I've never seen this before...” She traced her cold fingers across his navel. Armin shuddered. “Stop it.” he said. Annie continued rubbing his stomach. “Stop doing that.” Armin repeated. “You're making it worse.” Annie grinned and pressed down on his stomach harder. Armin tensed his abdominal muscles, trying to keep her from pressing harder. Annie laughed. “Wow...I wonder how long you can really hold it.” Annie reached toward the jug beside her. “But first, it's time for more water.” She uncorked the jug. Armin closed his mouth and turned his head away from her. “Open your mouth.” Annie ordered. “Or I will stomp on your bladder.” Armin deliberated for a moment, then, deciding he really didn't want to deal with permanent bladder and kidney damage, opened his mouth. Annie poured in water, less forcefully this time, giving Armin time to take breaths between gulps. She set the jug down when it was half empty and rubbed Armin's bloated belly, feeling fine blonde hairs stick up as goosebumps erupted on his skin. “There. At least you won't be dehydrated.” Armin said nothing. He watched Annie leave the room, then stared up at the ceiling. An hour (though it felt like much more than an hour to Armin) passed. His bladder filled steadily, and the edge of the leather strap across his hips began to poke into his bladder as it expanded. His belt was becoming extremely uncomfortable too, pressing down on his bladder. His bladder had quickly passed the “uncomfortable” stage and was now in the “empty me NOW” stage, but Armin was unable to do so. He was sweating, his body turning to other methods to get rid of all the water Annie had given him. Armin looked up as Annie entered the room again. “Still awake?” she asked. Annie knelt down on the floor next to him again. “Yes...” Armin said, his voice strained. Annie patted his hair. “Aw, you don't look so good...” she said. Armin squirmed. “Come on, Annie, please...” he begged. “Is it uncomfortable, Armin?” Annie pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and dabbed at his face with it, wiping the sweat from his forehead. She reached over and felt his stomach with her free hand, causing Armin to gasp and squeeze his thighs together. Armin's bladder was much more noticeable now, sticking out further and rock hard from the fullness. “Yes,” Armin spoke through gritted teeth, “it is extremely uncomfortable.” “Hm...” Annie began unfastening his belt. “Maybe this will help...” Belt unfastened, Armin relaxed just slightly. He watched Annie, who was looking at his belt, a wicked smile on her face. “Hey, what--?” Armin cried out as Annie cinched his belt tight, fastening it at a point that was tighter than normal. Armin squirmed, pressing his thighs together and panicking slightly as a few drops of urine dampened his underwear. “Stop!” he begged, squirming, “Undo it, please!!” Tears burned in his eyes. Annie laughed. “Come on Armin, didn't they teach you discipline?” Annie laughed again. Armin squirmed and tugged at the restraints. “A-Annie...I...” Armin moaned quietly. The pressure on his bladder was unbearable. Annie grinned and rested her elbow on his stomach. “Sorry, what was that?” she asked. Tears streamed from Armin's eyes. “Let me up...please...” he begged. “Oh alright...” Annie unstrapped his upper torso. Armin shifted and tried to sit up, but realized he was unable to. The tensing of his abdominal muscles and the tightness of the belt put too much pressure on his bladder when he moved. A fresh wave of tears rolled down his cheeks as he lay back down on the floor. Annie unfastened his belt again. Armin sighed, feeling slight relief from the absence of his belt. He sat up, expecting Annie to undo the rest of his straps. But she didn't. He looked at her uncertainly. “Um...are you going to let me get up?” he asked. “Hmmmm...” Annie laughed. “Nah.” she forced him back down. “But...Annie!” Armin squirmed. The state of his bladder was quickly becoming dire. “Why?? Are you going to just wait until I wet myself??” “No. I know you won't be able to. Not for a while, anyway. But I can still have fun....” she pulled out the handle for her ODM gear, “before I put an end to you. And the rest of your Survey Corps friends.” Annie jabbed the end of the handle into his lower abdomen. Armin's bladder throbbed painfully, and he groaned. Annie dug the handle into his stomach further, and Armin squirmed desperately, gasping and swearing under his breath. “Know what I think?” She asked. Armin looked at her miserably. “What...?” He mumbled. Annie held up the jug of water again. “I think you look thirsty.” “I'm not!” “Poor little Armin! You look parched!” Annie tilted the jug and forced the opening into his mouth. Water began trickling in, and Armin quickly shoved his tongue into the opening, plugging it. “Drink it, Armin!” Annie ordered. Armin glared at her. He was done with her stupid games. Annie shifted slightly, and, still holding the jug to Armin's mouth, rested her foot on top of his swollen bladder. Armin groaned and squirmed, but didn't move his tongue. “Drink.” Annie pushed down slowly. Armin's tongue slid out of the opening of the jug as he cried out, and he immediately found himself choking on the water rushing in. Annie gripped the jug with one hand and Armin's cheeks with the other, preventing him from opening his mouth. When the jug was empty, Annie placed it beside her, looking at Armin's swollen abdomen. Armin choked and coughed, trying to catch his breath. Annie giggled. “Look how swollen you are!” Armin rubbed his thighs together, his coughing putting stress on his full bladder. “I really, really need to go, Annie...” Armin said quietly. His squirming was more frequent, and his breathing was becoming shallow and panicked. If she keeps this stuff up, wet pants are going to be the least of my problems... Armin thought, wincing at a shooting pain in his lower back. “I know.” Annie fastened his belt again. Armin bit his lip, muffling a moan of pain and utter desperation. Annie got up suddenly, pacing around the room to look for something, then returned to Armin, carrying several blankets in her arms. Armin wondered vaguely if she was going to put the blankets under him so he wouldn't end up laying in a huge puddle when his bladder finally released, but he was wrong. Annie rolled them up together and slipped them under Armin's lower back. The shift in his hips and his back forced his bladder upward, straight into his belt. He watched her, confused. He had thought she was going to draw this out for as long as possible, but the position he was in, while excellent for causing more discomfort with a full bladder, was just going to speed up the inevitable. Armin heard the click of an ODM gear handle attaching to a blade, then the sound of Annie unsheathing the blade. She grinned at him wickedly and placed the flat side across his lower stomach, right over his bladder. The metal was extremely cold. Armin squirmed and tugged against his bonds, tears streaming from his eyes. He couldn't take any more of this. He closed his eyes and focused on trying to relax his sphincter muscles. Come on, this isn't hard...just go already. Get it over with. He squirmed. A tiny dribble escaped, and he tensed up automatically. Annie giggled. Armin fought to stay relaxed, holding his breath and waiting for it to happened. But before his sphincter muscles could open fully, Annie pressed the flat side of the blade down onto his bladder. Armin inhaled sharply, a short jet of urine soaking through his underwear and into his pants before his sphincter muscles froze up. “Stop!” he begged. Annie laughed maniacally and set her blade aside, then tucked a forth blanket under Armin's lower back. “Stop!! Please, please stop!” Annie grinned and stood over him. Armin tensed. She raised her foot over his bladder slowly, then brought it down, hard. A cry of pain escaped him, along with a long dribble of pee. It soaked into the crotch of his pants further. He blushed and tried to keep the stream going, but his muscles had already frozen up again. “Did that hurt?” Annie asked, looking at him with mock concern. “Yes....it hurt...” Armin moaned. “Good.” Annie leaned over and pulled his shirt up further, fully exposing his stomach. She knelt next to him again, and began massaging his lower stomach. Armin winced and squirmed every time she touched his bladder. “Please let me go...” he said tearfully. “Shush.” Annie continued massaging, moving her hands so she was only massaging his bladder and eliciting small whimpers and moans from Armin as she did so. “You're going to make me wet myself!” Armin hissed through gritted teeth. “You're a tough guy.” Annie chuckled. “You can hold it.” “Not for much longer, I can't.” “Well, you're going to have to.” Annie reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a long leather strap, which she began wrapping around Armin's lower abdomen. “Wait, what are you--” Annie pulled tight on the leather, “AAUGH!” Urine jetted into his wet underwear, further soaking into his pants. Annie watched the wet patch grow for a second, then loosened the strap. She removed the strap and laid it aside, then smiled deviously at Armin, raising her hand to her mouth. “Don't...!” But it was too late. She bit down on her thumb, and there was a huge crackling noise as a bolt of lightening tore through the ceiling, hitting Annie as she transformed. Annie leaned over Armin as she did, protecting him from falling rubble as her titan body pushed the ceiling up. Armin looked up fearfully. The female titan grinned at him, then shook rubble off of herself and shifted, her knees on either side of Armin's body as she tore the leather straps off of him. Straps off, Annie grabbed Armin, cradling him in her fist. “Hey!!!” Armin squirmed and tried to get free. Annie straightened, moving her hand so that Armin was at eye level. She pressed her fingers against the back side of his body and held him in place with her thumb, pressing on his chest with enough pressure Armin was finding it difficult to breathe. Armin squirmed and twisted his legs together, pushing against Annie's thumb with his hands in a vain attempt to get her to loosen her grip. Annie watched him struggle, and slowly moved her thumb downward. Her thumb brushed across his bloated belly, causing him to gasp. She stopped at his lower abdomen and waited, watching him. Armin whimpered, several small leaks making it past his sphincter muscles, and stared at her with pleading eyes. “If you're gonna do it, just do it already!” he begged. He needed to pee so badly he was minutes away from wetting himself anyway. Annie smiled and pressed her thumb down on his bladder. And then it was all over. Armin gasped and went white as a sheet when his sphincter muscles gave up. Urine hissed loudly, quickly soaking his pants. A dark red blush slowly crept across Armin's cheeks. He was absolutely mortified, and his bladder was still too full and painful for him to feel relief yet. Annie watched him, smiling the whole time. Armin stared back, frozen in shock. Tears were forming in his eyes, and a soft moan escaped him as the relief began to hit. Armin relaxed, feeling his pent-up urine running down his legs and dripping off of his pants. He leaned forward, resting his head on Annie's thumb. He didn't even look up when a dark haired figures burst out of the trees, flying toward Annie. There was a spray of blood as the figure passed the nape of Annie's neck. Annie's grip loosened suddenly, and Armin began falling as Annie collapsed. Armin was too stunned to move, didn't have his ODM gear on him, and was feeling too much relief to even think straight. He grunted as someone slammed into him, wrapping strong arms around his chest and lowering them both to the ground. She let go of him, and Armin immediately fell to his knees, shaking and still urinating into his pants. “Armin!” Mikasa crouched in front of him. “Are you alright??” Armin stared at her, not trusting himself to speak, as tears fell from his eyes. “Are you hurt?” Armin said nothing, just waited as his bladder finished emptying. He stared at a spot between his knees, blushing at the unmistakable hissing noise from within his soaked pants. The hissing was softer now, as his bladder was almost empty. “Oh, Armin...” Mikasa patted his shoulder sympathetically. Armin sighed in relief as the last few drops of pee exited his bladder and slumped forward into Mikasa, the immense relief leaving him light-headed. “Here...” Mikasa dug a blanket out of her pack and draped it over Armin's shoulders. “Let's get back to Headquarters.” Armin nodded and let out a shaky laugh. “At least I distracted her, right?” He stood slowly, urine still dripping from the fabric of his soaked pants. He wiped his eyes and wrapped the blanket around himself. “Thank you, Mikasa...” Armin said quietly. Mikasa put an arm around him and led him away from Annie's corpse. “You did a good job, Armin.” she said, giving him a quick sideways hug before continuing forward, toward Headquarters. “You can get cleaned up when we get back, eat something, and get some sleep.” she said, noticing how worn out Armin looked. Armin smiled a little. Sleep sounded amazing.
A/N: One from my batch of tumblr requests and the first of three (yes, three) Tony-related requests. I was not given a particular plot to follow with this, so it's got kind of a generic play out. Despite the long hours of work that went into it, Tony Stark really and truly enjoyed the time he spent making improvements to his suit and did not dread the work nearly as much as he probably should have. It could be stressful at times, sure, but overall, he found working with machines of any kind to be somewhat relaxing, and it put his mind at ease to be able to put all his focus into one thing. And that was exactly what he was doing. When he really got into working, hours could pass without him even noticing, and with the improvements he had to make, he needed hours of uninterrupted work quite a bit. Before long, he was immersed in his work, paying no mind to time as it passed. But even though his mind was not noticing the passing time, the rest of his body was not so immune. His bladder was certainly no exception to this and filled up steadily over time, just as it always did, but he was mostly unaware of his growing need. He passed the point of it being a small twinge, and the point where it started to become more persistent, both without noticing a thing. Even when it started to become a bit more urgent, he still paid no mind to his now-swollen bladder. Under normal circumstances, he most definitely would have excused himself from any situation by now, but he had blocked out everything that did not involve his suit. Tony was making good progress, at least, and figured it would not take him as long as he had expected. It was just as he was pausing to assess his work so far that a sharp pang shot through his bladder, one that he could not ignore even in his incredibly focused state. His need had spiked to a level that demanded his attention. He cringed and wondered if perhaps he should take a short break before his situation got out of control, but then he noticed a flaw in his work and his focus was back on track as he fixed this. Despite his bladder's best efforts, he had no intention of emptying it any time soon. It was not long before he was back into the swing of things, desperation forgotten altogether, but it also did not take long for him to be overcome by another shot of pain in his lower abdomen. He thought again that he should really go now, but he was so close to being done. It wouldn't hurt to work for a little bit longer. But this time, he could not put his need out of his mind completely, and he could not turn his full attention back to what he was doing. He had begun to squirm as he worked, and could not manage to sit still for longer than a few seconds. He grit his teeth as he shifted his weight around, trying to find a position that put minimal pressure on his over-full bladder. This position did not seem to exist. He swore under his breath, refusing to give in to the demands of his body until he had finished what he was doing. It had become a matter of pride at this point; he should be fully capable of holding it until he was done. He was not a child, after all. He was a fully grown man, he was successful in business, he was a genius, and, to top it all off, he was a goddamn superhero. A little piss should not cause this much of a problem. But it was more than a “little” piss, and it was causing that much of a problem. His bladder was filling beyond its capacity, and waiting was not something he could afford to do, not even for the sake of pride. And yet he did not seem to realize this was the case at all, even when he began to bounce in his chair, biting on the inside of his cheek and clenching his fists. His concentration was completely shot to hell by this point, and he started to see the truth of the situation: no matter how much his ego demanded he hold it and keep working, he could not work under these conditions. Even if he could hold it for as long as it would take him to finish, he could not focus on his work at all; he would not make any progress for as long as he sat there. Tony had to get up and go straight away, and he finally realized that. However, as he started to stand up, the thought occurred to him that he might have realized this a bit too late. As soon as he had stood up completely, he was doubled over, a hand between his legs, grabbing at himself tightly. He absolutely refused to let it be too late. He was not that far from a bathroom, there was no need for him to give in and wet himself here. No matter how painful each step was, no matter how difficult it was for him to hold on without letting go of his crotch, no matter how many small leaks escaped, he was not giving up. This was an entirely different matter of pride now. He could only move at an incredibly slow pace that jostled his bladder a little too much and he could already tell that there would be a small wet patch on his pants from the spurts that he could not stop. This was not a big deal as long as he made it but again he doubted that he could. “No, no, I'm gonna be fine,” he muttered to himself, but he was not convinced by his own words. Pride or not, this was not going to hold anymore. He had already reached his limit. He couldn't give up, but he had to give up. He couldn't piss himself, but he was going to piss himself. He had no choice in the matter, and he really hadn't had any choice in it after he had made his one fatal choice to wait it out. Tony had sealed his own fate, and now he was about to reap the consequences. It started like any of his other leaks, but rather than just being a quick burst, this one did not stop. Instead, it turned into a large, steady stream that gushed out of him full-force, the small wet patch on his pants expanding. He could feel it run down his leg, starting a puddle on the floor that grew rapidly. He groaned, letting his head roll back as his bladder fully emptied itself. He was so relieved that he could almost enjoy it, but he was still frustrated and humiliated that he had actually pissed himself. He was only lucky that he hadn't been caught in the act, and though he would have liked to take a moment to regain his composure, he knew he had to move quick to keep it that way. His pride was more wounded from this than it would have been if he had gotten up to go when he had first noticed the urge, and so he decided that he would have to be more careful about that in the future. Superhero or not, he had his limits. A/N: Sorry it was so short, but I hope you liked it anyway! I have work all day tomorrow and the next day, and then will be on vacation for a few days, so I won't be starting on any more of my requests until I get back.
Thunder rumbled in the distance, a flash of lightning illuminated the dark sky as the clouds rolled in. A single drop of rain fell onto the already wet ground, followed by another and another until it was raining heavily. The citizens of Gotham City looked up and cursed the sky, thinking very sarcastic thoughts about the weather. One person who really wasn't happy about the weather's turn of events was the vigilante Batman who was stood atop a roof in a very precarious predicament. He needed to pee. Looking up at the sky, he cursed his luck, it wasn't unlike him to drink a lot at fundraisers, but he usually always managed to make use of the bathroom before coming out. Tonight though he'd been in such a hurry that he completely forgot about using the bathroom before coming out. Shifting a little, he fought the urge to grip his crotch, not that it would do any good through the cup. A sigh escaped his lips as he fidgeted again, this rain wasn't helping any matters either. Another flash of lightning illuminated the dark clouds and with that, Batman saw a gang of men pursuing a young woman and he growled. As if his need to urinate wasn't bad enough, he now had to sort out a bunch of jocks who were looking to get their rocks off with a non consenting woman. At least it would take his mind off of it. Jumping from rooftop to rooftop he followed the group, wincing as each landing jolted his bladder. He soon arrived near the alley where the men had chased the woman and he peeked over the edge. The woman was running to the end of the alley, which was a dead end. Getting himself ready, he quickly lept off the side of the building and let himself slowly fall to the ground with his grappling gun helping him. He landed quietly behind the group of men and unhooked his grapple from his belt. His bladder gave a jolt and he quietly cursed, bending over a little and gripping his knee pads. The need to urinate would have to wait, he had more important things to do. Creeping up on the men was the easy part, they were all too inebriated to think of anything other than what they were going to do to that poor woman. The hard part would be fighting them all off with him in his current condition. He tapped one of the men on his shoulder and when the man turned around, Batman delivered a swift punch to his face. Thankfully the man went down and stayed down so now all Batman had to worry about was the rest of the men. One by one, he took them all down and one by one they got harder to keep down. His bladder pulsed with every jerky movement he made, but he ignored it, to take notice of his bladder meant taking his kind off of the battle, not something he could or would do. The fight drew on and a gasp left him when he dribbled fir the first time. It was enough to allow the guy to give him a punch to his face, sending him stumbling backwards with windmill arms. Holding the side of his face for mere seconds, he tried to put the fact that he was beyond desperate to pee to the back of his mind. He went back to the fight and began throwing punches and kicks, the latter of which his bladder chastised him for by sending another dribble into his underwear. This time he ignored it and continued with the fight, dribbles escaping him at regular intervals. Suddenly, the man delivered a kick to Batman's midsection, sending him to his ass and causing a squirt to escape his now semi-erect penis. Groaning and making it look like he was groaning because of the kick, he got back to his feet and bent over again. He seriously needed to finish this fight and get to a bathroom ASAP. Soon he managed to finish the fight and he leaned against the wall, catching his breath and making sure that he wasn't going to leak anymore. He was so focused with this, he didn't hear the woman when she thanked him and instead he clipped the grapple gun to his belt and tugged on it so that it would take him upwards. Once on the roof again, he clutched at the protective cup, though it didn't do anything to prevent another squirt from escaping his body. He panted and stayed doubled over for a few seconds, before he saw the sky begin to lighten up. Dawn was fast approaching and he had to make his way back to the bat cave. Heading back towards the Tumbler, he felt another squirt leave him, a longer one. He stopped still and clenched his fists, he knew that he was losing the battle with his bladder, be he was determined to hold it until he got back to the cave, where he could just pee into the water. Giving his thigh a quick squeeze, he continued towards the Tumbler. Upon reaching said black tank-like vehicle, he grunted as another squirt left him and this one ran down his leg. He quietly groaned, this was embarrassing even if no-one knew what was happening beneath the costume. Composing himself, Batman got into the Tumbler and began to drive it back to the bat cave, using the same speed as he always did when in the vehicle. Another squirt escaped him and he found himself putting the Tumbler on auto and detaching the cup so he could grip himself to prevent any more leaks. Gritting his teeth, he felt another squirt coming and squeezed his penis to prevent it from escaping, but while it did some to relieve the pressure, he knew that if he let go now, all hell would break loose in his pants. Soon enough, he reached the bat cave and quickly jumped out of the Tumbler and made his way over to where he kept his suit. Taking said suit off with one hand wasn't easy, in fact it was very hard and Batman had to keep squeezing his penis to prevent further leaks. One piece was being extremely stubborn and didn't want to come off, so forgetting himself, he released his penis and attempted to get the piece of suit off...only to realise his mistake. Quickly his hand went back down, but it was too late. A steady trickle was now escaping him and he tried harder to get the piece of suit off that was simply refusing to be removed. The trickle turned into a thin stream and once again his hand went down to stem the flow, but it was futile. By the time he realised this, the stream had turned into a torrent and the hissing sound of his pee rushing to escape the tiny pee hole in his penis was loud in the cave. Hanging his head, he spread his legs and rested his arms on the counter.
She panted as she lifted the weights above her head for the fifth time. She'd been working out in the gym for about an hour now and she was only just beginning to break a sweat. She loved working out in the gym, it always got her adrenaline pumping and made her feel good. Before long, her boyfriend Clint Barton came into the gym and started working out alongside her, they made quite the team, The Black Widow and Hawkeye, though one would never think so. Quite often the two of them were at each other's throats and she remembered last time Clint decided that he was better than her. Flashback "What do you mean you're so much better than me?" A very irate Natasha Romanov asked. Clint Barton just smirked at his sometimes girlfriend and crossed his arms over his chest. "I mean I'm so much better than you" he replied. Natasha crossed her own arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow looking in the direction of her sometimes boyfriend. "At what?" She questioned. Clint shrugged his shoulders and simply smirked in a good humoured way. "Everything" he answered. Natasha nodded. "Okay, then let's see if you're so much better than me at this. I propose a competition. Whoever uses the bathroom first, loses" she said. Clint raised an eyebrow. "You wanna do a holding competition?" He asked. Natasha nodded and a smirk lit up not only her face, but her eyes too. "Yeah, seeing as you're so much better than me at everything, this shouldn't be a problem for you" she said. Clint shrugged and then held out his hand. Natasha smiled and took it and they shook hands before heading off in their separate directions. As soon as Natasha was out of sight, she released the breath she'd been holding in the form of a sigh. She hadn't been expecting him to agree to the competition, because it would mean they couldn't go out on any missions until they'd completed their little competition. Sighing again, she set to work drinking as much water as she possibly could before it became uncomfortable to drink any more. When she got to that point, she went to the room that she would be sharing with Clint for the entirety of this competition and waited. Elsewhere, Clint was also drinking as much water as he could before it got uncomfortable to drink any more and when he was at that point, he too made his way to the room he would be sharing with Natasha for the entirety of this competition. An hour passed and they were both beginning to feel the effects of drinking so much water, but they both ignored it, instead going back to whatever they were doing. In this case, Clint was sorting out his bow and Natasha was cleaning out her guns. Neither looked at the other while they were doing this, they didn't need to, they were so in tune with one another that they both knew what the other was doing without having to look. Before long they'd both finished what they were doing to their weapons and we're both now reading books. Clint fidgeted a little and pulled the crotch of his pants away from his crotch. Natasha smirked as she turned the page. "Problem?" She asked. Clint shook his head, knowing that she knew what he'd just done. "Little uncomfortable" he muttered. Natasha nodded and continued to read her book. Before long she fidgeted too and Clint asked her the same question, to which she replied... "Getting a numb bum." Causing Clint to chuckle a little. They continued to read as their bladders filled and discomfort escalated to need. Both ignored the signs and continued to read, by this time Natasha was half way through her book and Clint was on the third chapter only. Before too long, Clint squirmed a little, stretching his legs out and crossing them in front of him, Natasha still had her legs folded underneath her. She didn't take any notice of Clint until he was squirming every few minutes. "Something the matter Clint?" She asked. Her noticing his movements caused him to stop and look at her over the top of her book. "No" he said. Both knew that he was beginning to feel very needy, but Natasha knew that he would hold until he could definitely hold no more. A sigh escaped her as she began to squirm too and Clint asked her the same question, only for her to reply with... "Pins and needles in my butt cheek." Which once again caused him to chuckle, but this time said chuckle was cut short. Clint quickly gripped his crotch and squeezed lightly before turning the page of his book. It was beginning to get harder for them both to read and soon both of them found themselves reading the same sentence over and over again. Two more hours passed and now neither of them could read their books as the water they'd both drunk filtered through their kidneys and deposited more waste liquid into their bladders. Clint was squirming more than what Natasha was and frankly he was annoyed with the fact that she could be so calm in a situation like this. He sighed and gripped his crotch, squeezing tightly as a small dribble escaped. Natasha watched and smirked a little, but her smirk was short lived when she felt a small dribble escape her too. Soon they were both standing up with their hands between their legs, Natasha had since stripped down to her underwear, claiming that she didn't want to ruin her favourite leather pants, but Clint remained fully dressed, claiming that he had plenty of leather pants and not one pair was his favourite. Clint gasped as he felt a small squirt escape him and land in his underwear. He clutched himself harder and grunted, however he looked up when he heard Natasha gasp and her hands went between her legs too. She however pressed her middle finger against her pee hole, causing her labia majora to be seen through the material of her panties. This went on for another half an hour until both Natasha and Clint were so desperate that they were beginning to squirt every time they took a deep breath. Because of this, both were trying to breathe as shallowly as they could, but it wasn't helping. Clint started to mutter 'no' when an even bigger and longer squirt escaped him and began to run down his leg. Natasha wasn't faring any better as a large squirt escaped her too, but because of her lack of pants, the pee went straight through her panties and began to drip out of her hand. Clint groaned as the sound of Natasha's pee dripping to the floor from her hand was amplified by his own desperation. Before long, Clint gasped as a trickle began to leak from his penis. The urine began to run down his leg and he blushed as he realised that he'd lost this competition. Natasha soon had a trickle coming out of her too, but she was able to stop the flow by putting her hand down her panties and pressing her finger to her bare pee hole. The pressure built up, but at least she could watch as Clint lost the battle and began to outright pee himself right there in front of her. She smirked and crossed her legs, waiting for him to finish. As soon as Clint was finished, he looked over to Natasha, who was still holding and sighed. "Fine, I'm not better than you at everything" he said. Natasha smiled and then let go of her pee hole, causing her own urine to spill out of her body, through her panties, down her legs and to the floor. End Flashback Finishing her workout, Natasha smiled at Clint, who smiled back and stopped mid sit-up to look at her. "Done already?" He asked. Natasha smiled. "Yeah, I've done enough for today" she said. Clint scoffed and continued his sit-ups. "Okay, if you're sure" he said. Natasha raised an eyebrow. "Don't start this again Clint, you remember what happened last time" she said. Clint smiled and raised his hands in defeat, before watching her walk out of the gym. Edited July 10, 2015 by Omorashifetishfan94 (see edit history)
A/N: And we're back with more Divergent omo. You all can't honestly be surprised by the fact that I went after Peter, right? He's such an asshole, I can't help but love him! It was the only natural course of action for him, and, really, it wasn't that disloyal to his faction. After all,they had split almost down the middle- did it really matter which side he chose to side with? Peter had never minded Candor; brutal honesty was something he rather liked, actually, but for someone as ambitious as he was, lying was sometimes a necessity, and when he had shown greater aptitude for Dauntless, he was not at all reluctant to transfer. And now that half of his faction had sided with Erudite in the revolt, he felt that it was in his best interest to join that side. So he had made his case, and had been taken in by Jeanine's forces. However, he would have to be thoroughly interrogated before he was allowed to do much of anything for them, considering how much time he had spent with the others. That was fine by him. He knew how interrogation worked most of the time, and predicted that it would merely involve him taking a truth serum. No problems there. They would find that he was perfectly loyal to them, for the most part, and the parts that weren't...well, he had been had learned a few things in Candor. He could cover that up. That was exactly what happened, and before he knew it, he had been given the serum and asked several questions. The whole ordeal had been so easy, he was almost not surprised when his interrogator told him that his next interrogator would be in soon. But he was still a little bit surprised, because he could not imagine what need there would be for another person, or another method. He held his tongue, however, and simply waited for his interrogation to be completed. He hoped that this would not go on too long, as he had not been to a bathroom in quite some time. It hadn't really been a problem in the past, but now that he was stuck in this room, completely restrained and with no way to take care of it, it started to become an annoyance. Peter let out a quiet groan as he shifted his position to try and ease some of the pressure on his bladder, though it did not do him much good. He was so bound and restricted that he could only escape the straps around his stomach so much, and those were the real problem. The door opened suddenly, and he heard a cold and familiar voice say, “Well, well, would you look at that? Honestly can't say I was surprised when I heard you turned on the others and came here.” Eric strode into view, smirking. “Hello, Eric. It's been a while,” replied Peter. “So why did they send you?” “They figured since I was your old instructor, I'd know you a little better than most people around here. Figured I'd be able to tell if you were being sincere or not.” He snorted. “You'll be happy to know I held back and didn't tell them that you don't have a sincere bone in your body.” He squirmed with discomfort, both from his bladder and Eric's comment. “Why the sudden dislike for me? And why would you vouch for me in that case?” “Well, to answer your second question, you were one of the best initiates I had, in terms of strength, and you're one of the most ruthless and manipulative people I've ever met. It's the same reason we took you out of the simulation. You'd be a valuable asset here, and no one can deny that.” Eric paused. “But as an answer to your first question, you didn't kill her. You had the chance to kill that fucking Stiff during training, and you didn't. “Not to mention, you assisted her in the attacks to save your own life. No matter how useful you are to us here, you've still managed to piss me off a few times, and so I want to watch you suffer for it.” The grin he flashed Peter was so menacing, it nearly sent chills down his spine. He did not let his fear show, however, and said, “So? How do you intend to 'make me suffer'?” “Actually, I don't really have to do much of anything,” Eric said with a shrug. “All I have to do is draw this out long enough.” “What do you mean by that?” The thought of this being drug out any longer was nearly cause for panic. He laughed a cold, emotionless laugh. “That should be obvious to you. It was a long trip over here, and they've had you locked in this room for a while. Even if you don't need to now, you're gonna need a piss eventually, though I'm pretty sure you already do.” Peter opened his mouth to retort, to say something cutting, to just plain deny it if he could, but he was overcome by a wave of desperation that made him cringe and bite his lip. Again, Eric laughed his cold laugh, and Peter felt ashamed and defeated. His captor already knew, and there was no way out of this that he could see. “What's wrong?” asked the older man in a mocking tone. “I have to piss really bad,” he replied, without meaning to. He must still have some of the truth serum in his system. “What, can't you hold it?” Again with that mocking tone. He tried to fight back against his answer, but he could not. He was already made so weak by struggling against his bladder. “No, probably not...” “Are you going to piss your pants like a little kid?” “Fuck you!” he snapped, before he unwillingly added, “Yes...” in a quiet voice. “This is too good,” said Eric, shaking his head in amusement. “See, this is the picture of you I have in my head. Weak, pathetic, despite talking tough. At least, that's the image I got of you after all the shit you pulled with failing to murder Tris and then helping her out. You wanna act weak and pathetic? I'll make you weak and pathetic.” He wanted to do something, anything to prove that he was strong and capable, but his bladder would not allow for that. He instead was stuck jiggling his legs as much as he could, which was all he could do in his restrictions. He bit the inside of his mouth to try and distract himself from the pain, but it did not do him much good. He was hyper-aware of the bonds that hugged his stomach and of Eric's calculating eyes on him as he struggled. He was not going to last much longer, but there was nothing to be done. Eric would not let him go until he had pissed himself, but he could not bring himself to give in and soak his pants. His pride demanded that he keep fighting a battle that he knew he could not win. He could beg or plead or make something up to try and convince Eric that none of it had been his fault, but no one could manipulate the truth that much, not even him. The truth serum could not be evaded by anyone, but if someone knew how to make a partial truth feel like the whole truth, then they could slip by it a bit. Peter was skilled enough in that area, but what he needed to do was flat-out lie, and that was impossible. He had to face it: he was royally fucked. And as he admitted this to himself, his bladder decided that it was done fighting. He tried to stop it after the first few bursts of liquid, but it had soon evolved into a full stream, flooding his pants and puddling in his seat. The hot piss soon overflowed, splashing onto the floor and creating a rather large puddle beneath him while the sound echoed. This went on for a full minute before he was finally empty, and the room was silent once more. He struggled to catch his breath, his eyes watering against his will as it hit him what he had just done. He had pissed himself in front of Eric, who broke the silence with that same laugh. “Well, I don't know about you, but I'm satisfied with that performance,” he said, grinning at Peter. “I hope that lesson sticks with you and you never fuck up under my watch again. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go tell the others we need to do some cleanup. Our ambitious volunteer had a bit of an accident.” A/N: Someday I swear I will write something for Four. And probably more Eric, because, really, how can I resist?
Inspiration can appear at weird times right? Three in the morning and I suddenly get the idea for Dark souls omorashi. This is going to me by first attempt at a series taking a character through the world of Lordran (the kingdom Dark souls is set in for those unfamiliar with the game). Expect long chapters as I'll be trying to put one area into one chapter (and adding small parts for backtracking, going through old areas to get to new ones etc. I will also be basing this off my first Dark souls plauythough (the first one I didn't rage quit anyway) and will be using a combination of canon and my own ideas. Without further ado/adieu.......let us begin. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Noise. The Northern Asylum was full of it. The undead growling and groaning. The demons that seemed to mindlessly roam the roof and basement. The noise of a pair of crows, one large, one smaller, taking flight every so often. Natasa Spiros was sick of it. So, when a corpse fell trough the roof of her cell she was both curious and surprised. She looked up to see who, or what, had dumped the body down into the room. She was met with a gaze of steel.....a steel helmet anyway. The figure gave a quick nod and was out of view. Natasa quickly searched the body on a hunch. She was quickly rewarded. A key, small and rusted, had been tied around the corpse's neck with string. Quickly taking the key and thrusting it into the lock Natasa had a hope that she was finally going to be free, to go back to her family, to live like a normal person again, to sleep in a normal bed, eat normal food, use an actual toilet. At the last thought her bladder gave a slight spasm. The spasm was over powered by the sense that finally Natasa's life was going to be normal again. She turned the key, and it crumbled to dust as soon as the door opened. Natasa quickly set off down the corridor ahead of her, ignoring the hollowed undead around her. "If only they'd kept hope a little longer..." The end of the corridor opened into a small flooded room. Again Natasa's bladder gave a spasm. She noticed it that time, but decided that it could wait until she was out of the basement (she'd seen one of the demons wandering in a large room next to the corridor and didn't fancy a fight with only her fists against a thirty foot tall demon with a huge hammer). A ladder was in a smaller room trough a smaller corridor on the other side of the room. For the first time in month Natasa saw the sun. "It seems dimmer than I remember." A bonfire had been set up in the middle of a courtyard that the ladder led into. Natasa walked over to it, held out her hand and the bonfire burst into life. Sitting at the bonfire gave Natasa time to reflect on her life. A thief, forced to steal just to get a small meal. She'd certainly learnt to be nimble and quick minded. Surely that would help if she was forced to fight one of the hollows. Apart from that she didn't remember much. The courtyard led to a large double door. After pushing the large stone doors open Natasa quickly crossed the room to another set of doors that were almost completely identical. She made it half way across the room before the demon fell from the roof. Panicking, Natasa rolled backwards from the demon, narrowly avoiding the hammer that had also fallen. The demon quickly recovered. pushing itself up with it's thin, weak looking arms and by flapping it's torn wings. The Demon had fallen directly in front of the doors, blocking them from Natasa. Quickly spotting a side room Natasa sprinted past the demon and into a small room off the the side of the courtyard. A spiked door slammed shut behind her. Another bonfire greeted her in the room and then she was on her way. Until an arrow hit her in the arm. Acting on reflex Natasa ducked into a side room, out of the archer's line of sight. A shield lay in a corpse's hand. Perfect. Natasa quickly took the shield, pulled the arrow out of her arm and stepped back into then corridor, instantly an arrow struck the shield. The impact made Natasa's bladder ache, she couldn't ignore it now, she was getting desperate. The hollow had run out of arrows and had retreated away into another corridor and out of sight. Natasa noticed a dagger stuck in the wall at the far end of the corridor, she quickly grabbed it and set off after the hollow. After travelling deeper into the asylum and slaying a few hollows Natasa was getting in agony. Her bladder was aching and to make it worse she'd just stepped into a partially flooded room with the same person who had dropped the key down for her lying on a pile of rocks, looking beaten. Natasa left the room with an aching bladder, a new estus flash that was said to heal her injuries and a slight feeling of depression from just seeing someone who had helped her die from his injuries. Without thinking she rushed up a stair case and soon found herself on a ledge above the demon that had nearly crushed her before. Taking a swig of estus to heal any injures she felt she also felt a few drops of urine leak out of her. She'd stopped caring, she leapt from the ledge, dagger in hand and plunged it into the demon's head. The demon was sent into a dying rage, blindly swinging it's hammer around as it slowly succumbs to it's injuries. Unfortunately one of it's blind swings hit Natasa, sending her into a wall. Her bladder finally gave up from the stress. The impact almost seemed to force out most of the pent up liquid almost instantly, pooling around Natasa as she fell onto the ground with an unceremonious thud. The two beings lay there for several minutes. One of them large and grey, it's clawed hang curled around the handle of a large wooden hammer. The other figure small, clutching a dagger and a small shield, surrounded by a light yellow pool that had stopped growing after twenty seconds. Natasa eventually came to her senses. The release had left her numb and unable to move. She got up, looked at the demon's corpse, looked at the puddle of urine and then the doors. Natasa walked over to the doors, pushing them open and started walking towards the cliff ahead of her, a smirk spread across her face "That was fun." Suddenly,a large crow, possibly twenty feet tall dived straight at Natasa, gripping her in it's talons and carrying her as if she was a fragile egg away from the asylum, although she couldn't quite shake the feeling that she'd be returning soon. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Well I hope that was at least decent enough to read. Thanks for reading all the way through (unless you skipped to the part you're reading right now in which case why did you skip the story?) and constructive criticism is welcome. Thanks for reading Chapter one, the next should be out soon-ish.
Sorry for the long wait, now that I have a break for the tedium of education I have some free time to write/type. Now, on with the show. I hope you enjoy. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 2: Firelink shrine and Undead burg Natasa groaned in pain. The giant crow (or possibly a raven) had been carrying her for hours and it had taken a toll oh her bones. Crashing to the hard, yet inviting, ground was a welcome change. As she stood up her joints popped and cracked, her neck more than the rest of her as she looked around her new surroundings. The raven had taken to roosting on what seemed to be the remains of an old ruined church; a sombre and crestfallen looking knight sat on a pile of rubble and a cliff leading to a seemingly bottomless pit. Ignoring the knight, Natasa started walking around until she came to a set of steps. She followed them up and was surprised to suddenly be covered in flames. The burning blinded her long enough for a jagged and rough blade to be slashed across her chest, staggering her and sending her off of the cliff she had taken note of not five minutes before. She didn't remember hitting the ground, but she felt it. She awoke at the edge of a bonfire, expecting to see the scratched and rotted stone of the Northern asylum, but being met by the warm breeze of the bonfire next to the very cliff she'd been sent off. The sound of sour laughter filled her ears. "Expecting to be back at that god awful prison? I should expect you are quite pleased to avoid that flight again." The knight had a sickeningly gleeful grin spread across his face. "This is Lordran, the kingdom of the dead. You seem to already know the residents." It took all of Natasa's willpower not to stab her dagger into the knight's neck, but she realised that even is she did he'd soon be brought back to either taunt her or attack her, she grabbed her dagger's handle and sprinted back towards the steps. The Hollows weren't expecting her; a swift kick sent the owner of the broken blade that had carved a scar across her chest into the explosion of a fire bomb that had missed her by about five feet, she ran up another set of steps three at a time, quickly giving another quick kick to the fire bomb thrower before gracefully disarming another broken blade wielding hollow, slaying it and throwing the broken blade into the head of another hollow holding a mace. The encounter had taken all of twenty seconds. Natasa had never understood how she'd been able to move that quickly and attack with that much precision, but that was a matter for later debate. Quickly scaling another set of steps she ducked into an open aqueduct and found herself in a relatively normal looking settlement. If normal meant dead people walking around and broken buildings. After taking out a small hoard of hollows (and draining half of her estus flask) Natasa found herself climbing some steps onto a small bridge, where she was promptly sent gut first into the stone guard rails by a huge red drake. The miniature tremors released by the beast's temporary landing had shaken Natasa's bladder and the sudden realisation that the several hour flight had given her bladder time to both recover and fill up again seemed to startle her. Until she realised that she could have some fun with her new predicament. A light glow was visible from an archway a little further ahead, unmistakeably the soothing light of a bonfire. A small amount of hollows stood between Natasa and the warm glow, more than she could handle, until suddenly a blur passed by her. Dark red and jet black the figure had quickly slipped past her and started dispatching hollows, only when all of them lay still against the stone bricks they once stood upon did the figure and Natasa make eye contact. The figure was wearing a set of high grade armour that, while seeming slashed and burnt, looked to be sturdy and unlike anything Natasa had seen, even through the red aura she could see the dark blue armour and a small purple cape. They carried a greatsword that seemed to be a perfectly carved sheet of metal that had a strangely small hilt. Natasa wasn't able to make out any more of her mysterious discovery before they disappeared, still locked in eye contact before leaving her alone. After resting at the bonfire and making her way through more of the city Natasa came up against a much stronger looking opponent; a large knight in black charred armour. Natasa had heard tales of the legendary knights of Lordran but not in detail, all she knew was that they were extremely difficult to kill. Luckily, the knight, during a fight that consisted mostly of lucky dodging and large swings of the knights blade (as well as a few quick squeezes to hold in her bladder's fluids), had slashed at several hollows that, while lacking suitable equipment, managed to weaken the knight substantially. After gaining a right that she picked up purely because it looked nice and putting it on, Natasa made her way up the winding battlements of a large stone wall. A flaming barrel had hit her as she made her way onto the top of the wall and after slaying the hollow responsible, and it's crossbow wielding allies, Natasa was feeling ready to burst, the drastic increase of enemies had taken her off guard and she'd greatly overestimated how long it would take for her to reach the next bonfire, which she could see the glow radiating from one coming from the other side of a large bridge. This thought didn't stay pondered long as a demon brandishing a large hammer leapt from the battlements leading to the next section of the wall. The demon was large, not as tall or as bulky as the demon back in the asylum but that meant it was most likely faster. The demon's hammer was also smaller and thinner but was still larger than Natasa's body. She trembled from both fear and her aching bladder. Unfortunately she didn't have time to worry about the latter as the bull like demon sprinter towards her, hammer at the ready. Natasa ran back across the wall and up a ladder leading to the top of the battlement, urine quickly dribbling down her legs as she ran and climbed. Natasa knew she was at her limit, she took a last chug of her estus flask and she fell off the battlement. Somehow she managed to twist her body in midair and had managed to land with her dagger's blade once again in a demon's skull and her feet on either of it's shoulders. Then she lost control. The Demon stood their, it's life already gone, balancing on it's sturdy legs as the desperate thief unleashed a torrent both down her legs and onto the demon's lifeless face. After awhile of sheer bliss Natasa pulled her dagger out of the demon's head and fell to the ground, soon followed by the demon that, luckily, fell backwards. Natasa walked on, not caring about how obvious it was that she'd wet herself, the kingdom was populated by mindless undead, no one would even know apart from her...and the cheerful knight she met on the lower level of the wall. Luckily he was too busy gazing at the sun to care, although he did make a remark about it in an offhand and amusing way. The knight, who had been named Solaire had waved her off and offered to help her against a strong enemy later on in their journey. Unfortunately for Natasa that apparently didn't apply to the giant red drake from earlier that nearly melted Natasa no more than twenty feet away. Atleast her clothes were dry now, if seriously burnt.
Well, no suggestions yet but I'm keeping hope (atleast SOME hope anyway), but that means this chapter probably won't be that amazing. Either way, here it is and this website is having this posted here, like it or not (because it will be posted, even if it is, at some point, taken down, it will still have been posted.) Enough rambling, on with the game. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 4: Lower Undead burg After backtracking down from the top of the parish Natasa felt a sense of purpose, a drive to find a goal that she had never even known about, to achieve something great that would potentially change the world. So she though it'd be fun to go back to town, if you could even call that hive of corpses a town, and start going the other direction. Down. It took an hour to get to the lower part of Undead burg, and by then the sun was.....still in the same place it was an hour ago. "Maybe the times messed up in this place, the dead don't really have much need for day or night, we don't even need to sleep." Natasa finally got down below the town she'd recently fought across and was surrounded by buildings, fire and mossy stone. She set off down one direction and immediately ran into a hoard of hollows. The battle took some effort and cost her some of her undead blood but Natasa pulled through, chugging Estus to numb the pain from the slashes, broken swords still hurt. After looking around and taking some strange black shards from a corpse, Natasa went on her way and doubled back to the "main street" of the lower half of the burg. The first thing she noticed was a snarl, then the sound of doors opening and the sudden pain of being stabbed in the back, the blade, thin and short, stabbing into her spine, severing two vertebrae and sending her to the ground. This was it, killed by rabid hounds and some undead with daggers who clearly had enough sanity to use them, the shadows loomed over Natasa as the drew nearer, she accepted her fate was was ready to wake up again at the bridge's alter, still sore and aching from the slashes and bites. This was to be her fate, except it wasn't. A familiar blur of dark red sailed over Natasa's head, sending several of the Thieves and a rabid hound into the nearest wall before slashing down next to Natasa's head and crushing another hound who had tried to get a mouth full of Natasa's neck. Natasa felt a flask, not unlike her own being pushed to her lips and the familiar warm liquid pouring down her throat. After her spine had snapped back into place thanks to the healing properties of estus she picked herself up and looked back at her saviour. The dark red did little to hide his appearance, short black hair, a slim build and cerulean eyes that mixed with the deep red to create an illusion of a purple gaze. Natasa's heart dropped as she felt another familiar warm liquid start to swell within her. In all the excitement, if you could call nearly getting eaten excitement, Natasa had neglected her bladder, again. Only this time she knew she had to hold it, wetting herself in front of an admittedly kinda hot guy after he'd just saved her life......twice, would of been enough for Natasa to throw herself to the drake. The estus he'd used to help her had also added to her desperation, and now she was starting to squirm. The dark red phantom watched with a slight smirk, he could see her struggle and was enjoying the show, he motioned to the fog gate at the far end of the street and began walking towards it, she followed slowly. He stopped in front of the fog, placed a hand on it. The fog was as hard as a stone wall, he waited, she looked at him, unsure, he have a nod and she passed through. He heard a strange noise between a gasp and a scream. A light snicker escaped his lips as he pushed through the fog, which now had the consistency of thick soup. He stepped forwards and was greeted by the back of a large demon, two great swords, one in either hand walking towards Natasa scrambling backwards towards the far end of the courtyard. He took his opportunity. He ran to the demon's side, jumped onto one of it's swords and as it raised it to shake him off, or slash Natasa, he leapt and slashed at it's chest leaving a deep cut across the demon's width. It fell soon after. As the phantom started to fade he turned to Natasa, taking in the sight of her there, wide eyes and face flushed deep red as a puddle quickly expanded around her. All he did was smirk and toss a locket to her, before fading into a red mist. Natasa sat there for a full minute before slowly opening the locket, a name was inside. Natasa burst into laughter, she couldn't believe someone could be so old school, but she found it charming, in a way. She slipped the locket around her neck and set off, picking up a key that had been tied around the demon's belt and walking off down some steps to her new destination, before being stabbed in the back by another thief and waking up back at the alter on the bridge. "I guess he can't look out for me all the time..."
Already at the Depths. Wow this series is moving fast.....kinda. I wanna thank everyone whose given feedback so far and I want to remind everyone that if you have any suggestions for a future chapter, don't hesitate to send me a message with your idea. But I'm getting ahead of myself, rambling and forgetting that no one actually reads this part so, ON WITH THE STORY. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 5: The Depths. After she'd dragged herself back through lower undead burg Natasa used the key and unlocked a door at the far end of an alley. Stepping inside her nose was assaulted by the scent of waste and death (the latter of which she'd smelt throughout her stay in Lordran but was much less pungent as she was in much more open areas), she presumed she was heading into the sewers. Natasa's guess was confirmed after dispatching several hollows and wandering down a couple of flights of stairs. She also met more rabid hellhounds and a large sack of meat cutting another hunk of meat with a cleaver the size of Natasa's body, Natasa took out these foes in little to no time and found a hole past a table which had been destroyed during the short conflict. She dropped down it. She instantly regretted this choice as she saw a giant rat under the ledge she'd landed on. The ledge went the whole way around the room and gave her enough room to plan her attack, but she didn't like the idea of going near that thing, or the discoloured water beneath it. Alas the way forward (by which she meant downward) was further ahead at the far end of the room. Throwing caution to the wind (and covering her nose) she leapt off the ledge and landed right on the rat's face. The rat immediately went berserk and started thrashing around the room trying to throw Natasa off. this sent her grasping for anything to hold onto as she attempted to find a opening to attack. The first thing she grabbed was a handle. She pulled the handle with all of her strength and ended up pulling a small battle axe, aswell as one of the rat's blind eyes, with her. She landed in the water below and was forced into a roll, covering herself in the water and whatever happened to be in said water. After spitting out a mouth full of vomit from the unpleasant experience Natasa sprinted at the rat, only to realise that it was already dead. "....oh right.....I did kinda pull the poor guy's eye out....hell, if I was quiet enough I might not of even needed to kill the thing." Natasa shrugged feeling slightly bad for the rat and carried on, sliding down a ramp and landing in more revolting sewage. She continued on and eventually heard a noise, an unfamiliar one that sounded like nothing she could describe (nor could the author) and turned around in time to see a person rising out of the ground with a familiar red aura......but it wasn't the same person whoo had saved her two times before. This one had armour the looked like someone had wrapped it in barbed wire and weapons that looked like they had been through the same treatment. Natasa stood her ground. She was right to do so for as soon as she raised her shield the figure rolled. The mystery fighter rolled towards her and tried to shoulder barge her, The shield blocked most of it but a bard caught Natasa's arm and she felt the blood come out of it, she swung her blade faster and with more force then she'd done against any foe thus far and fell the fighter with a well timed slash of her drake sword. Picking up the warrior's sword, the only thing that stayed behind after he faded, she continued on, chugging estus to heal her injuries. She felt another preassure in her bladder and groaned. "I guess this is going to be a running theme? whatever, I'll deal with it, I've dealt with everything else so far." she mumbled as she continued before coming to a stair case leading down in the next room. She descended more stairs before coming to a halt, she saw two strange signs on the ground, one written in blazing gold, the other in crimson. She touched both signs and a pair of familiar faces rose out of the ground. Solaire did a strange "Y" shaped pose as he appeared and bowed afterwards, Natasa did the same which put some weight on her bladder, causing her to subconsciously squeeze her thighs together before forcing herself to stop. She normally loved the feeling but right now was not the moment. The second figure was the other person to show her kindness in her travels so far. "Hello again Zaviary" "Just Zav is fine, I just thought giving you half of my name would be rude." "Well so was not speaking until now" Natasa gave a sly smile, he seemed like a complete do-gooder who wouldn't steal if their lives depended on it. Suddenly though, Solaire pointed his blade at Zav's neck. "Whoa, what do you think you're doing?" "He is a darkwraith, a member of a covenant that wishes to extinguish all light in this world. Natasa was taken aback, last time they'd spoken Solaire was nothing but cheerful and polite, now she could practically sense the malice in his words. Eventually Solaire lowered his blade "You seem different, for one you haven't attempted to swing your blade at me, nor have you attempted a underhanded tactic to break my guard." "Thanks for your approval, now can we all get on with fighting whatever will appear through the next fog door?" Zav seemed to have some respect for Solaire and his voice lack any hint of sarcasm or hatred. They all walked down the stairs and through the door. The first thing they saw was a small head, and then the rest of the body followed. The beast seemed like a dragon whose body was split into two main segments, attached by a thin tunnel of flesh at it's midriff. The dragon had six legs ending in taloned claws on each foot with the two front ones raised like makeshift arms. The most disturbing thing about the dragon though, was it's chest, it's ribcage had exploded out of it's chest was formed a larger sideways mouth on the beast's chest. The beast dashed forwards, as did the warrior, thief and berserker. Solaire stopped about ten meters from the Gaping dragon and threw a javelin of lightning that he summoned with his talisman at the dragon's smaller head, it recoiled. Natasa clambered up one of the dragon's forelegs and climed to the beasts head, attempting to stab at it's eyes before dodging another lightning spear. Zav had started climbing one of the columns that held the ceiling of the large roof up, he hung onto a small over hang and readied himself. Solaire's lightning spears sent it backwards into the column and Natasa's attacks blinded it from his presence, he threw himself downward, blade swinging. The dragon was split in half as the tunnel of flesh was ruptured. The thrashing and chaos had both made Natasa's bladder ache and her mind forget her bladder, she only remembered after Solaire bowed, Zav gave her a smile after removing his helmet and they both faded. She was still coated with the sewage from before, the smell had faded somewhat but was still present. She didn't see the point in holding it anymore, especially since the smell was over powered anyway. She let it go. the warm liquid poured down her legs giving her a blissful sense of relief she hadn't felt for hours. She was surprised, not unpleasantly so, to find that the scent of her urine did mask the smell of what she'd rolled through earlier. She made her way back up to the last chamber of the sewers and turned to her right, a large door stood there, though not as large as the one from the Northern undead asylum. She pushed it open and gazed down the hole that lead into a bleak nothingness with a ladder to one side leading down. "This is not going to be fun." Edited August 8, 2015 by Monado Boy (see edit history)
THIS. FREAKING. AREA. Anyone whose played Dark souls and not rage quit before this part knows the pain that is Blight town, an area that has no redeeming factors, has a tough gimmic for both parts of it and is just as hard to back track through as when you first get there (and that's with the short cut) Well all of you that haven't felt that pain, feel lucky, and all those that have, feel lucky you didn't go through the pain that I've gone through trying to write for this area! (it seriously gives me nothing to work with for the first part.) Anyway, enough ranting, let's get this over with. I give you all, Blight town. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 6: Blight town. Natasa hated this place already. She reflected on the previous torment as she sat huddled in a large sewer pipe next to a swamp of poison mush. It started with a ladder. The first of many. Splinters settling into her hands as her feet hit wood. She turned around, descending another ladder, and ran up against what she could only describe as the offspring of the depths and the Asylum demon. She'd been taken by surprise (in no small part from her shock of seeing something like this exist) and was sent onto another wooden platform by a powerful club swing. Before she had the chance to push herself up she'd been pinned, a weight similar to a human's keeping her face down and a pair of claws repeatedly slashing into her back. She woke up at the alter on the bridge and screamed in rage for about an hour. After trekking back down she managed to get to another bonfire and rested at it. She would find herself back at this bonfire several times and would eventually want to extinguish the damned thing. She continued on and eventually came across a massive testicle thing grabbing onto a hole in the wall. She avoided it, after swallowing back the sick. She felt that familiar urge about half way down the seventh ladder (seriously, how many ladders can one area have?!?) she'd already drained her estus three times from having reappeared at the bonfire, not to mention while getting through the depths again. She eventually made it to a second bonfire and rested there, the golden liquid filling both in the small emerald flask and her bladder. After exploring the poison swamp and forcing herself to choke down some purple moss she's been carrying around after she got bored of dying she came across a large web like ball, venturing inside (mostly to avoid more ogres) she found another fog wall, she pushed her way through, squeezing her thighs as she did. What she saw next was enough to make her leak. A large spider, half on fire, was standing on the other side of the room, the upper body of a women seemed to be fused to the creature's head, in her hand a curved sword that glistened with flames. She smiles as she locked eyes with Natasa. Qualaag started her approach towards Natasa, she seemed frozen to the spot. Poor girl wouldn't know what would of hit her. That was until Qualaag noticed her shaking slightly, although not in fear, that much was evident. She paused a few meters from her prey, her head cocked in curiosity, that was until she noticed several small streams trailing down the young woman's legs. Natasa hardly noticed that she'd lost control, that was the last thing on her mind. She'd fought some terrifying beasts and escaped with only a few wounds, but this was different, this was a demon with a human master, atleast that's what it seemed like. She sunk to her knees, her blade falling at her side as she kept eye contact with the eyes of the spider, it's large mouth snapping hungrily at her. She scrunched her eyes closed, feeling like a child attempting to hide from monsters but knowing that she had no real defences, she could try to fight but it/they clearly had the advantage. Qualaag didn't know what to think, she'd killed plenty of undead to protect her sister, only letting that darkwraith pass once he had presented gifts and abandoned his weapon, but this was pitiful. She didn't know what it was, but she was compelled to spare this undead, for now. "You expect to survive in this inhospitable land like that? dropping yourself to your knees and wetting yourself like a child? I expected better from someone so resilient as to descend through that accursed swamp. Stand." Natasa did as she was told, or was she asked? the demoness' voice was more human than she had expected, more hospitable. "I am Qualaag, what name do you go by?" "Natasa, of Carim." They both continued to speak over the next hour or so, mostly Qualaag explaining how she became half flaming spider. Eventually she allowed Natasa to pass and as she pulled the lever and the second bell chimed she felt as if a goal had been reached on the way to a larger one in the future. Then she realised that she'd have to get back out of blight town somehow. Natasa finished remembering the hell she'd been through and stood up, it'd been an hour or two since she'd rang the bell and she was't looking forward the the climb ahead, she'd spotted an elevator of sorts at one end of the swamp, she'd try that for an easier escape. She readier her sword and shield, took a deep breath (as much as she dared in the swamp, and set off to see the sun once again.
Before anyone says anything between the last chapter and this chapter is when Natasa got the peculiar doll. I'll be honest, I'm too lazy to write about her going back through the NUA just to fight the stray demon, two black knights and Oscar just to get a doll. With that out of the way; Sen's Fortress and I have a confession to make. Sen's Fortress is the only location I hate MORE than Blight town. This is because of a number of reasons, mostly the swinging axes and snakes that take a truck's worth of damage before going down. Anyway, let's do this and let's hope that Natasa has a better time going through this place than I ever do. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 7: Sen's Fortress Natasa looked up at the towering castle before her. She heard sounds from within, unsettling noises. Nonetheless she ventured in, feeling the ground beneath her foot sink slightly, she help up her shield as she saw the arrows, blocking them with ease. "Ok, traps, ominous noises and it's a fortress. This place feels like it's going to be a challenge. Where are you when I need you Zaviary?" Natasa continued on until she came to a large room with no ceiling and large axes swinging from beams across narrow walkways. She managed to cross the first one with ease, timing her steps and tricking a large humanoid serpent to fall off the side of the walk way. She then felt a strange kind of energy hit her and she was forced forward onto the gound, a form of magical electricity sending a wave of pain through her nerves. After making her way past another narrow walkway and another serpent man. Natasa found herself walking through some more rooms, dodging another arrow trap and running past a boulder that probably would of crushed her if she touched it. She managed to get past the boulder and took a few deep breaths. She'd already been through hell and the fortress just seemed to keep on throwing it's worst at her. She took several large gulps from her estus flask, thankful that she'd been able to survive to this point. She kept on going. More boulders met Natasa as she tried desperately to survive in the unforgiving fortress. She even had her head nearly bitten off by a chest that grew arms and legs when she accidently hit it with her sword (she'd dodged into a side room to avoid a boulder and had let the blade's handle slip out of her hand.) Needless to say once she got past even more narrow walkways, swinging axes and several more serpent men, she was happy to see the sun again. Her bladder was starting to ache again. She'd drained her estus flask trying to recover from her injuries and still had a number of small slashes across her sword arm. She didn't know what to do after she rested at the bonfire. She could heal any injuries and fill her bladder more or she could push on with her injuries and risk them holding her back. She soon had an answer when a cannon ball hit the ground behind her and she was engulfed in flames.Once she'd managed to extinguish the flames by rolling around she instinctively drank from her flask and felt the burns slowly fade. She also felt her bladder reach it's maximum capacity. She crossed her legs for a second before realising that a second cannon ball may be ready to be launched at her location. She continued on. She eventually made it to another fog door. She knew whatever she'd face here would be leagues ahead of what she'd fought before. She pushed through the wall and walked forward. She was suddenly sent backwards against the fog wall, now was hard as brick by a shock wave. She saw what had attacked her, her heart dropping as she saw the form of the iron golem. She rushed forward, striking the golem when she could, she drank from her estus flask again, feeling her bladder ache in protest. She saw the Golem's axe being raised above her, readying a strike. She had maybe three seconds before it would swing down and, if she was still in the same area, she's be split in half. She decided now was the time to let go. As she relaxed her bladder she lunged sideways, now unburdened by her bladder she was able to focus on the colossus before her. She'd already got a few swings to the automaton's legs and she could see it had somewhat effected it. She didn't know what drove her to do it, but she held the sword above her head and brought it down to the ground. A beam of flame erupted from the blade, forcing the golem backwards to the edge of the fortress' roof. The golem lost it's balance and began falling backwards. Natasa felt the roof shaking as the golem's weight left it's surface. She got as low as possible and grabbed onto anything she could incase the roof collapsed from the sudden change. Luckily it didn't and the Golem fell to the trees below. Natasa was too distracted to notice that her armour was perfectly dry, the heat from the blade completely drying her and causing all liquid to evaporate. Natasa then had something else on her mind; Why was she suddenly being grabbed by some strange bat like demons and why were they carrying her into the sky?
Ok, this fanfic has been left for too long. Unfortunately I'm going back to school soon so updates might end up being weekly, sorry about that, I hate the education system as much as you. Also, I'm splitting Anor Londo into two parts, mostly because IT'S LONG AS HELL! This place is annoyingly hard so I'm cutting it off at the painting, going through that and then continuing. Happy? TOO BAD, that's how it's happening. So, enjoy, no one reads this anyway. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 8: Anor Londo, part one. Natasa was dropped, roughly, onto the stone floor. Her gaze however, never hit it. She was too mesmerized by the golden city before her. The shining city of Anor Londo, the city of the gods. She ran down the steps, eager to explore. She made it down three sets of steps before having to dodge a large halberd. Luckily she'd dodged into a large hallway and immediately set off running. The battle with the Iron golem had left her exhausted and she knew she stood little chance in combat. She ran, dodging into another hallway as she saw a pair of large sentries lumbering towards her. She found herself at the top of a staircase, the bottom covered in a familiar glow. As Natasa made her way down, she spotted a person leaning against the wall, armour covering her form, although obviously female. "Welcome, please, rest, that is what the bonfire is for, is it not?" Natasa wordlessly sat at the bonfire, feeling it's warmth envelop and rejuvenate her. She allowed a silent sigh. 'What am I still doing on this quest? I've rung two bells and discovered a city that apparently holds the gods. They'd probably just smite me for not following them.' Natasa stood up and silently nodded to the armoured figure.The figure appeared to look down slightly. "Your armour is stained. May I suggest finding a cleaner set before meeting the one who rules here, It would be insulting to show oneself in such a state to a god." The Darkmoon knightess was reminded of an encounter the she'd had with her lord in that very situation, she wished not to relive the shame, yes he'd been understanding but he'd also been harsh. It was her position of firekeeper that kept her a knight, aswell as a member of the Darkmoon, she cherished this role with her life. Natasa wanted to punch this arrogant little bi- No, she controlled her anger, she was a fire keeper and had just allowed her a place to safely rest, she would not repay her kindness with abuse. She begun up the steps and headed straight, figuring that the largest building would be the best to explore. She stepped onto an elevator, descending to another set of steps. She soon met a familiar face. This, however, was not Zav, it was a gargoyle. The gargoyle charged forward and attempted to breath lightning down upon her, she dodged and leapt into the air, striking it's tail and breaking the axe on it's tip. The stone beast roared in rage before swinging it's halberd around in an attempt to hit Natasa. She ducked and stuck her blade into the beast's neck, causing it to go ridged and fall, breaking around the sword. "One less of those things, good." Natasa saw that the path ahead was blocked (BY THE WORST ELEVATOR IN GAMING HISTORY), she decided to climb onto the building next to her and see if she could find a way up to it. (Seriously, it's an elevator you can't call on one end, it's like the portraits in Harry Potter, don't know the password, TOO BAD, YOU'RE STUCK.) She found a narrow beam and made her way up it, narrowly avoiding falling off into the seemingly endless abyss below. She entered through a broken window and was immediately set upon by a group of figures draped in white. Natasa hurriedly climbed a ladder to her left, knowing that the hoard was too great for her to handle. She found herself having to rush across the narrowest walkways she would encounter on her journey while dodging thrown knives. One eventually hit her into the side, pain rushing through her as she pulled the blade out. The force of the impact and pulling the knife out was enough to knock her off balance, she fell from her walkway and grasped a chandelier, dangling above a sheer drop. A familiar red blur formed on the walk way above her, Zav. He gave her a look, a difficult look to understand. It was a mix of sorrow and determination. She saw him grab his sword and swing it. She, along with the chandelier were sent plummeting towards the cathedral's floor. A figure picked her barely breathing form off the ground a few minutes later. He walked over to a large painting on the far side of the room. He spared her a single glance more before pushing her through. He'd noticed that the impact had caused her great pain, she would live, as much as one can live in these lands. The figure thought of his father, of what he'd accomplished.....maybe that wasn't the right word... what he'd manipulated for his own again, what he'd hidden and what he'd cheated and killed to get. The figure let out a sigh, barely audible. Maybe it was time to end this whole charade, to let Anor Londo's true form be revealed. His father would never return, his sister was gone and his eldest sibling still lived and was close, but he dared not meet him, lest he invoke his wrath. The figure lay down his bow, arrow and a copy of his most powerful miracle. If she managed to escape her only hope, she'd receive these gifts, then she may stand a chance against what was to come. The figure left the cathedral, his head bowed low as he, for the first time in eternity, muttered a blessing. Anor Londo began to dim and was suddenly plunged into darkness. Qwyndolin had abandoned the city. It's final god, gone.
My mind set two weeks ago: I'll try out Omegle, just for tonight, might get a good roleplay in, then when I'm free I can write out the next chapter of DS: DB It's now two weeks later and I've lost all respect for myself. So, here's the next chapter, completely off the top of my head (like the rest of them) and I hope you'll enjoy it, maybe, possibly, kinda, in an ironic way. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter nine: The painted world of Ariamis. Natasa was on the verge of something she'd never known before; complete death. The thought would have scared her if it wasn't for the fact that she was currently out cold. Elsewhere in the painted world, a being with no right to exist could tell that something had changed. The forbidden creature, sensing something familiar amongst the world, decided to see who the latest intruder to the world may be. Priscilla was greeted by her guard as she exited her tower, if it could even be called that. The guard stood aside, his sanity gone, yet a sense, an instinct, to protect and serve her lingered, urging him to stop any who chose to raise a blade against her. Priscilla continued, greeting the hollows and harpies as she went. While most had lost their mind, they seemed to be like normal humans to her, civil and caring. Priscilla eventually made her way to the main courtyard. It was almost infested with those strange mounds of flesh and spears. Priscilla avoided them, as they did with her. She soon found her way to the intruder. She found Natasa, half hanging over the edge of the entry bridge. She asked a hollow to bring her to safety as the bridge wouldn't hold her form. The hollow ventured to the far end, a blur of a memory crossing it's mind, an axe in it's hand, a shield in the other, a suit of steel and a sense of adventure. All were now corroded. The hollow brought Natasa to Priscilla and, due to another request, carried Natasa's form to Priscilla's tower. Priscilla was sealed in the painted world for two reasons; she was a crossbreed, her father an albino dragon, her mother believed to be a deity. The other reason she was sealed away was an ability she had: Life drain. Priscilla had great control over this power, but she'd never attempted to use it to heal, to give another her health. She knew this person was in pain, but the possible outcomes could be disastrous, nonetheless, she had to try. Priscilla positioned the tip of her scythe to Natasa's chest, right above her faintly beating heart. She quickly forced the tip of the blade into said organ and a strange energy started to appear, almost flowing through the scythe. Priscilla felt weak, heer body ached and every part of her seemed like it was trying to shut down. She kept on trying to heal her. Priscilla felt a particular pain in her bladder, the trauma the life drain was having on her was weakening her, this seemed to have spread to her bladder as well. She kept trying to heal Natasa as she held back her urine. The struggle getting tougher with each passing moment. After what seemed like an hour of healing and holding, Priscilla saw Natasa's eyes snap open and immediately stopped healing her, collapsing to the ground. She was exhausted, she was weak, and she had just lost control. Priscilla knelt there, her scythe keeping her steady as she felt relief wash over her, both from her bladder and from the fact that Natasa was starting to move; a good sign. Priscilla didn't care that she'd lost control, she'd saved a life, that was worth it. She felt embarrassed, but who was going to say anything? The intruder would have been to stunned to remember and the hollows, harpies and guard wouldn't have dared say anything to her about the matter. Natasa's sight slowly returned to her, a dim light seemed to illuminate the area. She sat up and was greeted with the sight of a large fluffy woman with a tail wetting herself. Natasa closed her eyes, slapped herself, and looked again. There was, indeed, a large fluffy woman who appeared to be wetting herself without a care in the world. After a short period of silence, apart from the odd soft moan from Priscilla, Natasa made herself know with a quiet "Umm.....hello?" Priscilla instantly started apologising, almost as if she'd greatly insulted Natasa. She laughed it off and the two started greeting each other. The interaction wasn't unlike with Qualaag; unsure at first but gradually more comfortable with each other. Natasa was directed to the ledge at the back of the tower when she asked how to return to her world. Before she departed though, she gave Priscilla a parting gift; her doll, the crossbreed's eyes lighting up instantly and hugging the doll in an almost child like manner. Natasa waved goodbye to her new friend, a new gift of her own in her possession. Natasa grasped the dagger's handle as she fell, her conciousness again fading, only this time, she still felt life clinging to her. She wondered how many times she'd have that feeling before it ended for good.
Ok, I admit, I dropped the ball on this one, mostly because of school forcing my to fall asleep early and miss my usual upload time. So, I think it's only fair I upload this one a bit earlier than usual as compensation, sound fair? Doesn't matter, it's happening. Also, after this chapter, I want you guys to decide something: Where does this fanfic go next? For those that haven't played the game, when you gain the lord vessel you're sent to collect the lord souls. There are four to collect; Gravelord Nito, The witch of Izelith (feel free to blame me for misspelling the game's locations and characters, I'm not exactly bringing up a walkthrough just for a fanfic XD), The four kings and Seath the scaleless. I want you readers to comment which you want to do, the one with the most votes is what we go for first, then we go for the second and so on. Now, this also brings into question the DLC of the game. It's happening, don't worry, I'm gonna tackle that after Natasa obtains a certain item (those who've played the DLC know it already.) Once that happens, we go after the DLC. Ok, after what has to be my longest opening to date, here's the continuation of Anor Londo. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 10: Anor Londo (Dark) Natasa hit the cold marble floor of the cathedral, the bright city of Anor Londo now in a state of complete darkness. She pushed herself up, backing away towards the painted world again as she saw a group of about seven painting guardians watching her. They didn't react, just stared. She took a step forward and they still did not react. She decided to leave the cathedral, the guardians simply watching her. They feared her. She'd escaped the painted world, she was clearly dangerous, even more so than the half breed who resided within. Natasa come to a lever, pulling it somehow caused the elevator to descend, turning to face the platform she was standing on. She stepped forward, reaching another lever and turning it all the way, it started to climb again. When the elevator reached the top of it's climb Natasa stepped off towards the castle. A chill crossed her, nothing seemed to move. She was completely untouchable to everything. The bat demons backed away, the silver knights simply stepped out of her way and the sentinels simply stood motionless. As Natasa reached a stairway after a large hall she heard the sound of a hammer striking metal. A blacksmith. She took advantage of the blacksmith to improve her weapons, the giant seeming hesitant to work on her Priscilla's dagger but improved it nonetheless. The giant started telling her of the four knights of Gwyn and what fate had befallen them. Artorias had been corrupted by the very abyss that he'd stopped from corrupting the kingdom, Hawkeye Gough had retired from his role and lived out his life as a simple wood carver, Ciaran had tended to Artorias' grave, being the only one allowed to visit it until her dying day, and Dragon slayer Orestien had stayed to protect the princess of the sun; Gwynevere. Natasa soon set off again after being gifted a small ring with a hawk engraved upon it, having a feeling she'd meet the dragon slayer fairly soon. She was correct. Orestien stood at the far end of a hall connected to the larger one. A larger man stood next to him, both of them confused and anxious. Natasa approached them, they took notice of her. Had it of been any other situation they would of attacked her without hesitation, but this was clearly more important to them. Orestien was the first to speak. "I do not know why you have arrived here hollow, but I commend your bravery, not many would dare enter this place. I am Orestien, leader of the knights of Lord Gwyn and this is Smough, executioner of Gwyn." Smough gave a small wave, seemingly less formal than Orestien, almost childish. Natasa asked them what had happened to the city, they questioned her the same. Eventually the trio were interrupted from their questions by an answer, the fire keeper entered the hall. "Lord Gwyndolin has abandoned the city." She sounded on the verge of tears. Orestien seemed to be the most effected by the news, besides the darkmoon knightress. He collapsed onto his knees, his spear dropping to the ground with a clank that echoed around the empty room. Anor Londo was dead. Natasa noticed a pair of elevators at the far side of the room from the entrance, she advanced. She eventually came to a room with a bonfire in front of it. She entered and found a strange bowl like object, apart from that, the room was empty. "The lord vessel.....so the lady was an illusion." Orestien stood in the doorway behind her, flanked by Smough. Orestien removed his helmet and dropped it to the floor. "So this is the true form of the city I've protected." He spat on his helmet before kicking it across the room. "LIED TO, PLAYED AS A PAWN BY THE DAMNED GOD!" He unleashed a shockwave of lightning from his spear, burning the walls and floor around him. "Orestien, don't worry about it, there's nothing we can do now." Smough's voice was gentle yet deep. If it wasn't for his size and his hammer he would have seemed like a harmless giant. "The only thing we can do now is leave and work from there." "Says a carefree cannibal! What use is it now? The lady is gone, our comrades dead, it's all lost." Orestien once again dropped to his knees before looking to Natasa. "Maybe you can do something for me? There is a place in this land known as the Kilm of the first flame, collect the lord souls and fill the lord vessel, go there and find Lord Gwyn. once you do, kill him." Natasa was taken aback, he wanted her to kill the lord of Sunlight? she was never religious but she knew of his power. She shivered slightly, out of both fear and cold. She nodded against her better judgement. Orestien caught a glimpse of the dagger she had on her belt. "That dagger, use it against Gwyn, it's occult powers should harm him greatly." She could see the fury in his eyes, at himself or at Gwyn she couldn't tell. She went to the bonfire and rested, touched the lord vessel and felt as through she was being lifted to somewhere else. Before she left Orestien gave her something. " Have this, my ring, it will help you, improve your abilities. hopefully you can put it to good use." He backed away and bowed slightly, Smough giving her a wave behind him before she felt herself being completely lifted and pulled elsewhere. The last thing she heard was Orestien wishing her luck. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Yes, no omorashi in this chapter, sorry, I just wanted to focus more of character development. So, like I said at the start: Vote on who you want to see Natasa fight first, Nito, Seath, The four kings or TwoI. I'm not going to set a date for the voting to end so whenever my next chapter is put up is the dead line, I'll read the votes beforehand obviously. Oh, and Natasa equip the hawk and leo rings, and yes, she's also going to get the other two aswell and use them at the same time, my fanfic, my rules XD
Ok, I guess Nito is next. I'm not going to rush through everything to Nito right away. this time it's the catacombs, next it's the tomb of the giants. Anyway, enjoy the chapter and maybe one day I'll use "its" in the right context. (that joke is for one person and you know who you are XD ) _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 11: The catacombs Natasa soon felt herself resting on the warm ground around a familiar bonfire. The glow of Firelink returning her to conciousness. She looked around, not noticing many changes. That was, however, apart from a large snake face down on the ground. Natasa gave the giant serpent a hard kick before stepping back. The serpent rose, before coming back down, it's teeth like a yellow tinted guillotine, and swallowed Natasa before dragging her below to the depths (not the sewers.) Natasa was soon spat out onto a hard stone floor. "Go forth barer of the lord vessel, and place the vessel upon it's perch." Natasa did as she was told, wordlessly. A dim fire was soon glowing from the golden basin. Natasa didn't need further instructions. She was soon being warped again. She returned to Firelink and decided to pick a random direction. That direction took here behind the shrine.....and to a swift end from a giant skeleton. Returning to Firelink shrine's bonfire again Natasa let out a small yell of anger. She rushed at the graveyard again and managed to get into an expansive cave system full of skeletons. Out of the graveyard, into the catacombs. The winding tunnels soon entered to a large cavern. Below here Natasa could hear the clinking of bones and wood. A familiar red blur appeared next to her. "Hello again Natasa, I see we've both progressed on our adventure. However yours has changed dramatically." Natasa nodded and started forward, thankful she'd have help through this next area. That was until Zav pushed her off a ledge onto another one far below. He jumped down after her. The large drop hit Natasa's bladder hard. She realised she hadn't gone in several hours and was suddenly feeling very full again. Against her better judgement she drank from her estus flask to heal her injuries. Zav did the same. Natasa looked below her. A hoard of skeletons with spiked wooden wheels glared up at her from the darkness. Zav ran off the edge, almost as if he knew exactly what to do. Natasa followed, attempting to keep up and hold back the flood at the same time. They both came to a fog wall and pushed through it. The skeletons hit the wall as hard as they could but their blows simply bounced off. Natasa, forgetting all of her embarrassment, grasped herself with both hands and stood rooted to the spot. Zav smirked, remembering how she looked back in lower undead burg. He continued on and soon dropped off a ledge, making next to no noise from the small drop. Natasa made to follow him and made it to the ledge. He motioned for her to follow and to stay quiet. Again Natasa felt a shock of pain from her bladder. She lowered herself as carefully as she could onto the edge of the drop and slid off. A strange cloaked figure was on the other side of the room. Zav began to creep closer, his greatsword at the ready in his hands. Natasa crept closer aswell, one hand clutching her dagger, the other herself. Halfway across the room Natasa stopped. They were both in a small pool of water and Natasa had felt herself leak. The leak was soon followed by a stream. Zav rushed forward, forgetting stealth and trying to act as a shield for Natasa. He couldn't lose another one..... Zav swung his greatsword over his shoulder into Pinwheel's arm, causing the being to screech in pain and for one of it's masks to split. Another swing shattered another mask. Zav was then catapulted back by a large orb of energy. Pinwheel stood over him at the far end of the room. watching him, his remaining mask staring at him wuth it's empty eyes. Zav closed his eyes, waiting for another blast of strong arcaine power. It never happened. Natasa was on the other side of Pinwheel, Priscilla's dagger forced through the twisted being's remaining head and her stream of urine still flowing. Pinwheel soon started to turn to ash, nothing but it's final mask and a small mark remaining. The mark disappeared and suddenly Natasa felt a great warmth within herself. She picked up the mask and looked at it, it's dull brown colour being mundane in Natasa's eyes. She kept it nonetheless. Zav had already faded, a gift left for her in his place. Natasa changed into the new armour set. The armour felt light weight and sturdy. perfect for her fighting style. Natasa pushed on, but soon found herself surrounded by the sounds of large clicking bones and complete darkness. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Well, there you go. One of the least interesting areas done. Plese continue voting for the next one of the lords to be tackled, you have until I beat Nito to vote. Also, the armour that Natasa got is completely up to you, enjoy your mental image of her in insert armour set here . See you all next update.

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