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A/N: This is an excerpt from a fanfiction of mine called lassitude. It's almost the entirety of the third (fourth, if you count the prologue) chapter, cutting out an irrelevant conversation at the beginning. It includes somewhat detailed male desperation, ending in watersports, and then much less detailed female desperation with the same ending. Characters featured are Adrian Veidt and Laurie Juspeczyk. The longer story is about them having an affair, so yeah, that's how they ended up in bed together.
It can be found in it's entirety here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4928047
They had gone to bed right after that, as if she were trying to convince herself that she was right in feeling that way, that this was worth it. He already knew that she didn't take much convincing anymore, and soon they were holding each other and catching their breath, satisfied for the time being.
It had been a late night before that, which had left him rather tired. He drifted off not long after they had finished, and awoke two hours later to find Laurie either already awake or still awake. Whatever the case was, it didn't matter; she had not been what had woken him up.
His bladder throbbed, demanding his attention. He couldn't recall the last time he had visited a bathroom, but he knew it had not been recently. Now he had to piss rather badly, and had to take care of that soon.
“Hey, you wanna go for another round?” asked Laurie, who had noticed that he was awake. She placed her hand on his chest and gave him a seductive smile, one that she had learned he could not resist.
Today, however, he had a very good reason to resist it. Though it had not been on his mind before he had fallen asleep, his need had grown so drastically while he was out that he felt on the verge of losing control.
“In a moment,” was all he said to Laurie, and he shifted to start to get up.
“What do you mean, 'in a moment'?” she asked, pushing him back down. She grinned at him, saying, “If you're trying to play hard to get, it isn't going to work. You're the one always putting the moves on me, remember?”
“I'm not playing hard to get,” he replied, pushing her off of him. He hissed slightly, his bladder aching and threatening to spill over at any moment.
“Then what? Are you all tired out?” She smirked. “And here I always thought you'd be able to keep up with me.”
Normally, that poke at his ego would have him on top of her, holding her down and having his way with her, but there was no time for anything of the sort. If he even attempted to fuck her in his current condition, it would not end well.
“I can keep up with you with no problem,” he said. “I just need a moment to-” He broke off with a cringe, feeling a particularly harsh throb in his bladder. His limits were really being pushed.
The woman had not lost any of her skills of observation in her retirement, and she laughed, resting a hand on his lower stomach. He winced and she said, “So you're gonna go pee and then be right back, huh?”
He recoiled at the bluntness of her statement before sighing. “Yes, Laurie, that is exactly what I'm saying.”
She pressed her hand down and he involuntarily squirmed. “That's too bad, isn't it? I don't really feel like waiting.”
Adrian gave her a fierce glare. “I'm not in the mood for any games. If you try to hold me down, we both know I can fight you off.” Her hand came down on his bladder again, much harder this time, a sharp gasp escaping his lips at the sudden pressure.
“But can you in this condition?” she asked. Whether it was a challenge or a genuine question, he wasn't sure, but it made him wonder if he really could. He would have to be careful, move slowly, avoid any sudden shifts in pressure, and it was humiliating to realize that he was actually in so desperate a situation. It was pathetic, entirely beneath him, but it was beyond his control.
He realized too late that his prolonged silence was practically an admission of how bad the situation had become, and Laurie's smile was menacing as she pressed down even harder. The pressure was too much on his already swollen bladder, and a warm spurt of piss escaped, soaking into the sheets beneath them.
“Laurie, stop that,” he hissed, struggling to regain control. She was giggling now, but she let her hand up. Adrian started to get up, but his control was slipping again, and a steady stream flowed onto the bed, getting both him and Laurie wet before he could cut it off.
His face burned as her laughter trailed off, and just as he was finally managing to get up without much incident, he noticed her change in breathing. After spending the majority of the past week in bed with her, he easily tell when she was aroused, and, judging from the way her chest rose and fell with her labored breathing, she was.
“Oh, you like that, huh?” he asked, getting up onto his knees on top of her. “You think it's funny? It's turning you on?” Taking his cock in his hand, he ignored whatever weak protest she attempted, and aimed at her chest.
Adrian groaned as he let go, a hot liquid pouring over her breasts and running down to pool on her stomach. Soon, that overflowed, spilling onto the bed. Laurie stared up at him with wide eyes as he pissed on her, biting her lip and moaning softly. Just as he had assumed, she was into it, and even though he was still a little irritated that she had caused him to start to wet himself, he was more than a little turned on by the enjoyment she was getting out of this.
He let out an exaggerated sigh of relief when his stream trickled to a stop, and she continued to gaze up at him, panting. She was visibly squirming now, rubbing her thighs together from her arousal.
“Did you enjoy that?” he asked calmly. “Or are you squirming because you're facing the same predicament?”
“Mostly just cos of how hot that was, but now that you mention it...” She gave a small smile, shrugging. “I do kind of have to.”
“Well, that's too bad, isn't it?” He smirked at her. “You tried to make me wait so you could have your fun. Now, I think I'd like to have mine.” In one swift movement, he had her pinned down, his body pressed against hers. He could feel the cooling fluid on her, and felt an odd sense of pride, knowing he was the one who put it there.
Adrian placed his lips over hers, delicately at first before forcing his tongue into her mouth and kissing her hard, rough, unyielding. Just the way he loved it. A few short, breathy moans escaped into her mouth, his passion growing to the point that he could hardly stand it. He wanted her right then and there, under him and under his control, soaked in his now-cold piss.
But then he felt the liquid grow warm, and shortly after that, he realized that it was not miraculously heating up. He pulled his lips away from hers, searching her face. She was grinning again, and he inhaled, groaning from the sudden, overpowering arousal he felt as it dawned on him that she was wetting.
It surprised even him just how much this side of it turned him on, and within moments, he was inside of her, begging for her to say his name. |
„I’m sorry, but in the moment we really have no idea what causes this medical condition.“ – Rebecca Timms, medical specialist
II.
Amber put her bag in the corner of a small changing room. There was barely any space because other two girls already had their stuff there. And Robin was still to come. Amber was sick of this. They always tried to make most of the photo-shootings. And part of it was cutting the expenses. Therefore all the models had to share a changing room that would (in normal conditions) hardly be enough for one person.
She undressed herself and looked at her body in a small mirror on the wall. She really liked the shape she‘d been in lately. The current diet and training plan suited her well.
There was a bottle of water standing on the floor. Amber was thirsty, so she picked up the bottle and opened it. Mandy or Kendra won’t mind if I take a sip of their water she thought to herself. But before she put her lips on the bottle neck, her phone ringed. She closed the bottle and answered the phone. It was Robin.
„Hi Rob, what’s goin‘ on?“
„Amber?“ Robin’s voice was strange as if she’d been crying in the moment.
„Rob, what happened? My god, are you crying?“
„Amber, please, I need your help.“
„Of course, but you have to tell me what happened. Where are you?“ Amber felt her stomach shrink with stress.
„I’m in front of the building, in the parking lot. Can you please come down here to my car?“
„Yes, I’ll just put on some clothes. What happened Rob?“
„I had an accident.“
Amber put her clothes back on and ignoring the questionable stares of both other models and the photographer she darted out to the hall and down the stairs to the parking lot.
She saw Robin’s car immediately and her friend was still sitting inside. Robin gestured to Amber to come quickly and sit in the passangers seat.
First of all Amber was really happy to see Robin is alright. At least from the outside of the car. She hurried to the car, opened the door and sat down. She looked to Robin’s still teary eyes and followed her eyes to her lap.
„I had an accident“ Robin repeated the last sentence from their phone call. Amber was unable to find words as she stared at her friend’s wet crotch. Robin has pissed herself.
„Oh my god“ Amber whispered. Then she realised she’s not helping at all with that. There is no time to be shocked or ask questions.
„I’m sorry Rob, I’m sorry. How can I help you to fix this?“
„Well I need to get inside without anybody knowing about this. I’ll clean myself in the bathroom and we’ll do the shooting.“
„You can borrow some of the pants that are ready for the shooting inside. I can bring it to you so you can change here in the car. Then clean yourself in the bathroom.“
„Thank you, Amber“ Robin said and dried her face.
„Don’t mention it“ Amber automatically replied stil not fully believing what’s she was seeing.
Few moments later she was back with the change of pants. Luckily there was no-one else in the parking lot, so Robin could change her pants in the back of the car. This went on in total silence and their common walk to the bathroom as well.
There was only one bathroom and Robin was now inside eliminating the results of her shameful accident. Amber’s mind was in full operation looking for answers to a lot of questions. How could that happen to Robin? What does she feel like now? Will anybody find out about this?
And then she felt her own slight need to pee. It wasn’t strong, just the first gentle tingle in lower parts. The one you can usually wait an hour more and you’ll still be okay.
The door to the room where Amber was waiting for Robin (the room with sink before the toilet room itself) burst open and there was Kendra. Her both hands jammed to her crotch and absolute terror in her face.
„It’s taken?“ Kendra whispered to Amber.
„Yes, Robin is inside“ Amber replied and unwillingly put her own hand to her pussy. Because the need to tinkle became strangely unbearable.
Kendra sighed and looked down to where her hands were positioned. She made few tiny steps to the bathroom door and knocked.
„Robin please let me in or I will piss myself. I can’t hold it. I beg you please let me in“ Kendra prayed.
Amber was speechless. She had no idea what’s going on. They all are grown up models. Subjects of every man’s desire. Not little girls who pee their own pants. Their current situation was absolutely surreal.
And the feeling in her crotch seemed totally alien. Warm and wet in the same time, running down her legs and on the floor. Few seconds later her puddle merged with a pool of Kendra’s piss as both the girls looked in each others‘ eyes in the greatest humiliation of their lives so far.
Kendra was in absolute shock and whispered in a soft girlish voice – „Amber I made a pee in my panties.“
Mandy was sitting on the set waiting. She was always nervous before the shooting and the nerves ordinarily increased her need to pee.
„Maybe I should go pee before we start. But I’ll wait for the girls to come here first. There is no reason to hurry...“
Here you go folks. I want to put the whole thing in some perspective first. I hope you can enjoy the parts separately. If you like it I will go on...
Edited November 17, 2015 by tutti.frutti
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Well, I can't quite explain why I decided to return to this story almost three years after I've abandoned it...
„I mean when you think about things that could potentially change the world in some sort, you absolutely can’t come up with something like mass incontinence problem.“ – Marissa Maine, financial manager
III.
„Seriously?“ Deanna asked sharply, sighed and continued, „you want to put this on as the most interesting news?“
She put her coffee on the table so angrily it spilled over the top of the paper cup.
„Jesus, Jack, there is terrorism, financial scandals, armed conflicts all over the world and you want to start with this?“
The person on the other side of her current phone call acted in totally opposite manner. He was calm and spoke softly. But his words were strict orders and that made Deanna even more furious.
She snapped out few more lines of disagreement, but that was all she could do. She hanged down the phone and tossed the half-full cup of coffee into a trash can.
That was Deanna Dorian. Young starlet of national TV evening news. She started as very smart and humble reporter with pretty face, but as she had climbed up the career path in a demonic speed, her personality changed rapidly as well.
Today, she was still very intelligent, but also arrogant and spoiled. But the intellect in combination with her looks and style made her absolute number one in news reporting those days.
„Tonight’s special guests“ she shouted out in front of her after reading first e-mail form Jack, as she was alone in her office.
„Doctor Rebecca Timms and her colleague doctor Holly Fimmel. Both specialists in area of piss.“ Deanna added for herself.
In a short while she calmed down, took few deep breaths and started to make notes and prepare herself for the main topic as a true professional. She’s been to the bathroom only once in the process and the need was actually quite pressing – but she blamed the pee-theme for that.
In the end of her preparations she had to admit there was something to this subject. If this was really happening, than it was very strange. And revolting. But so many cases in such a short period of time, strange indeed.
In the studio she quickly greeted her guests and took her place behind the host’s desk. Both doctors sat in separate chairs next to it. Deanna just advised both women what her first question will be and in a few moments they were ready to roll.
After a short opening Deanna took over the show and introduced her guests.
„Doctor Timms, in past few a strange phenomenon occurred in your field of specialization. Can you tell us more about it?“
„Yes, yes,“ Rebecca got a little nervous, but immediately continued – „we’ve recorded a serious increase in number of young women who suddenly and without apparent reason suffer from signs of urinary incontinence.“
„And if you speak about signs, what exactly do you mean?“
„The basic problem is a loss of bladder control. Urges to pee are much more frequent and feel very strong even if there is only little urine in the patient's bladder. But even if there is only small amount of it, they are nearly unable to hold it in.“
„And as a result...“
„Yes, quite a large number of women experienced some very humiliating social situations due to this.“
„Doctor Fimmel, when did you start to realize that there is something strange going on, that those women seeking help are not just isolated and unusual cases?“
While Dr. Timms looked somewhat nervous, Dr. Fimmel was quite relaxed. She nodded to Deanna as a thank-you gesture for given question and replied like a seasoned television professional –
„Well, it did not take a long time. You see, Deanna – Holly Fimmel casually addressed the show host by her first name – the increase was so sudden and rapid, that there was absolutely no doubt something extraordinary is happening.“
Deanna was shocked for a brief moment by the situation. First, she was used to stressed up guests in the studio. The often invited professionals in their respective fields, but in front of camera, they looked a lot like Dr. Timms – thrown into an alien environment, unsure and a little lost.
But apparently Dr. Fimmel was a member of minority of show guests, who blossomed in the lights and enjoyed their time on screen. Deanna also noticed, that she is kinda surprised by Dr. Fimmel’s looks. Do you expect doctor to look like this? With long and curly blond hair, bright blue eyes, face of a model. Of course not.
And how old is she anyway? Deanna remembers she has not seen Holly Fimmel’s age in any of the documents she worked with while preparing for the show. She looks like she’s not even thirty. She must be quite smart to be considered an expert this young.
Deanna scanned her figure. Well at least she is not as tall as I am, her ass seems bigger and titts smaller than mine she thought to herself. It stopped her from getting jealous over Dr. Fimmels pretty face and her intellect. Deanna was mean, but that’s plain and simply who she was.
Second thing that caught her attention was the content of Fimmel’s reply. There was a brief pause and Deanna continued –
„When you used the phrase ‚something extraordinary‘ it almost sounded like there is something positive happening and not in fact a large amount of youg woman suffering from such an embarrassing condition,“ Deanna poked into Dr. Fimmel and smiled to herself.
But Holly Fimmel was not perplexed at all –
„If you put it like that, it comes out wrong. But every scientist – and I consider myself one – enjoys a challenge put up by a fresh mystery. And this is a mystery indeed. So from my point of view it is a riddle I want to solve and help all women who has to deal with it.“
Deanna was again surprised how ready Holly Fimmel was to give such a smart reply. She decided to turn back to Rebecca Timms again.
„Dr. Timms, before the mystery is solved, what is it you can do for your patients now?“
Rebecca took a short pause before replying and everyone could see she is formulating the answer in her head.
„Sadly, there is not much we can do. We collect blood samples and urine samples and such.“
Deanna was slightly disgusted by idea of urine samples. Or was it something else than disgust? She had no time to think about it as Rebecca continued -
„We check all the patients physically, and we provide them with an incontinence equipment.“
„Incontinence equipment?“ Deanna asked.
Rebecca Timms again paused and responded –
„Incontinence equipment means diapers.“
„So you want to say that many young women now spend their days and nights wrapped in diapers?“ unbelieving Deanna asked.
„Well we should not speak about it in this tone, because it is very humiliating for those women and a lot of them refuses to visit a doctor because they are afraid they will be given this equipment.“
You could see Dr. Timms was a little annoyed by Deanna’s temporary lack of tact.
„Of course, I’m sorry, I did not mean to offend anybody,“ Deanna replied quickly with a smile and took back control over the dialog.
However there was something totally unexpected happening at the same time that seemed to be out of Deanna’s control. In her stomach and in her crotch, she felt very familiar hot feeling. Oh god, she thought to herself, am I getting aroused by this topic? It can’t be true.
She imagined her young assistant in the studio wearing a diaper under her skirt and wetting it right now, and it was enough to make her own panties a little wet.
She hoped nothing could be seen on her face and tried to push the dialog forward. Her eyes skipped to Holly Fimmel again, who seemed to absolutely enjoy the dialog that was going on.
If I continue to work on this, I think I will work characters I've set up so far and try to get a little closer to them. If you like it...
Edited October 21, 2018 by tutti.frutti
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Ok guys thanks for the positive feedback and there is more -
„I find it hard to believe that so many men can joke about topic this serious. It is something we – as a society – cannot accept.“ – Chloe Vardy, journalist
IV.
„I want to die.“
The only thing going through Molly’s mind. Only for a few times it changed to: „Let me crawl into some tiny dark space ... and I will quietly die.“
She was still in hospital, currently sitting in a waiting room prepared to go through another examination.
Molly had – as you could have read in one of previous chapters – wet her pants while discussing her problems with Dr. Timms. For that reason she was now wearing black tracksuit pants (that her smart mother insisted she takes with her), which in normal circumstances would be embarrassing enough on itself.
But there was a way more shocking component in her current clothing. The diaper.
As she sat there she could not take her mind away from it.
„Incontinence equipment my ass, “ she said to herself as there actually was real incontinence equipment on her ass. Paradox.
She was absolutely certain everybody knows. They know she wears a diaper. They know she wets herself like a little child.
Of course everybody was so professional. The lady doctor was very kind, nurses were very supporting as well. The one helping Molly put on her first diaper since being little baby was so nice that Molly’s shame was close to none at that moment.
But that changed rapidly when she pulled her pants up and felt the enormous (at least she though it was so larbigge) bulge. They said she could go. But she would give anything if they allowed her to stay in that room forever. Just no contact with any other person. Please.
And now she sits there. In tracksuit pants. In a diaper. Pale as a ghost. With grim thoughts.
Although, you know how it works. You don’t need to be good yourself if there is at least one person who has it worse. It is not nice, but that’s how it works with people.
And Molly brings a memory back from her mind, she hear it - that this is a mass thing, she is not the only one with this problem. There are many others. Who said it? The doctor? Or one of the nurses? She can’t remember, but it makes her raise her head for the first time since coming to the room and look at other people who sit there with her.
There were two other young women. And they could not look differently.
One was short and quite chubby. She had dark hair and Molly could not believe how relaxed and calm this girl looked.
The other one on the contrary was nervous as hell. You could tell on the first sight. And she was also stunning. When Molly turned to her, coincidentally in the same time the girl bolted to the restroom door that was part of the waiting room. And Molly could take a better look. The girl was tall, blonde, had perfect figure, totally model material.
Girl went through the restroom door and quickly closed behind her, the lock clicked. And with that sound Molly’s focus returned to her diaper that she had forgotten about for whole ten seconds.
When she was little she dreamed about becoming a model. It turned out god gave her brains, not looks but she was happy for that. She would love to become a lawyer.
Who would like diapered model anyway. If she finishes law school, we will see who would hire a diapered lawyer, she thought to herself. Oh cynicism, you can definitely help a girl in despair.
Her meditation about future was cut off by the waiting room door opening with a bang to the wall. Another young woman rushed inside with older woman (apparently her mother) behind her and made quick steps towards the restroom.
She pressed the handle down and realized it was occupied. She tried it rapidly few more times and then knocked on the door with her left hand. Her right hand was pressed into the crotch of her jeans.
Molly’s heart sank deep into her pants (or diaper if you want) because she realized she knows this girl. Hannah was one or two years older and went to same high school as Molly. Her parents were rich and Hannah was quite spoiled and arrogant.
Molly remembered few times when Hannah gave her and her friends tough treatment.
„If she knows I’am wearing a diaper, than I am totally over,“ Molly thought to herself.
And even stopped breathing when she realized it suddenly got noticeably warmer in her crotch, inside of her diaper.
She stressed herself to another unexpected wetting (or who knows why it happened). She started to panic because she was sure the diaper will leak and urine will start to drop from her chair on the ground. It didn’t.
And Hannah was not going to be a problem for her as she was now staying in the waiting room with both hands jammed into her pussy with stream of pee soaking her crotch, legs and even shoes. She was crying. Her mother took her by the arm and dragged her out of the room not even closing the door behind them. Arrogant.
Molly stared with her mouth wide in disbelief. The chubby girl looked as uninterested as before.
When the restroom door opened and Amber – yes it’s her – walked out, she stepped into the puddle of pee on the floor but did not notice immediately. She was confused because few moments age someone was knocking the door and now nobody is trying to go inside. Amber had her jacket around the waist covering her back.
The other door opened and nurse poked her head out into the waiting room.
„Who is next?“ she asked.
The chubby girl stood up and made her way into the doctor’s office. There was very visible outline of a diaper on the back of her pants.
„Oh my god, is every girl going to wear diapers?“ Molly thought to herself.
And it made her feel better on the inside, because it does not matter how bad your situation is when others have it as shitty as you do.
And again if you like the course, please leave a comment or another feedback. I have much more planned with given premise and characters.
Edited October 27, 2018 by tutti.frutti
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This story plays the role from two new characters, but still in the pokemon style society I used in my last pokemon story. I don't really know what else to say except enjoy.
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Ah, a beautiful day in the forest. Travelers can have a perfect time doing missions and exploring the areas. Unless you're me.
Hi, my name's Annie. I'm a Gardevoir and female explorer from the peaceful and not so industrial city of the Rustlands. I wear a yellow top and a white miniskirt that only covers my panties. I'm with my closest friend Tyler. He's a quilava wearing a black T shirt and a pair of sunglasses above his eyes. Anyways we got lost here in the forest and we're walking for 6 hours.
Tyler: ugh! Are we almost out!? My feet are killing me!
Annie: oh, don't be such a wuss. I'm still doing fine.
Tyler: Easy for you to say, you can float!
Annie: well I guess we can make camp here. It IS getting dark.
We stopped and set up camp. We both drank everything in our canteens which were about 5 gallons of water each, and I really needed to pee.
Annie: Hey Tyler, I need to go take care of something. Mind staying here by yourself for a bit?
Tyler: go ahead, i'll wait here.
(Tyler's POV)
Annie went out to take care of something. I didn't really know what but I didn't question. When she left I dug through my bag and got out a cookie I packed for the trip. I felt sting in my bladder, but I decided not to let it distract me.
???: alright, GET HIM!
what happened then was blurry to me. I just remember about to biting into my cookie when some guys came behind and ambushed me.
Tyler: what the- MMPHMPHMMMPH!
After a few seconds I fell unconscious. While I was fading from reality I heard the guy say something.
???: night night. we'll need you for our project.
(Annie's POV)
I went into the forest behind a tree to make sure I had my pirvacy and was about to pull down my skirt and anties when I heard someone creep up behind me.
Annie: oh you gotta be kidding me.
After that I was hit by a baseball bat an fell unconscious. When I woke up I was in a cage from a small spot in a wall and bars made from trees.
Annie: ugh... ow, my head. Where am I anyways?
I saw Tyler lying on a bed, sleeping quite a bit.
Annie: Tyler, wake up!
Tyler: *still snoozing* alright, just give me, like, 5 more hours.
Annie: dammit Tyler, why do I aways have to do this.
I pulled him up and slapped him. When he was awake he had no idea where we were either. I also remembered I never got the chance to relieve myself. Then two guys, I could identify to be bellsprouts holding weapons and wearing military armor came up to the cell and greeted us.
Guard 1: Well well well, look who decided to wake up. Well then, enjoy your stay, your gonna be here a while.
They explained that they used our energy to create some doomsday machine to take ove the world, or something like that. I couldn't use my telekinetic power and Tyler couldn't get a large enough flame to burn the cage down. We were trapped.
Guard's transmitter: unauthorized pokemon detected in the base.
The guards ran off at the signal but without giving us a warning.
Guard 2: you two better be there when we get back.
(Tyler's POV)
while they were fighting whoever was there, I tried to get us out of the cage. Sadly, there wasn't much of anything we could use.
Annie: What are we supposed to do when we need a bathroom!? we can't stay in here forever!
Tyler: yeah, i'm kind of having the same problem here.
Annie was keeping her legs close together, squirming a lot and raising her skirt up to put a hand between her legs. I just kept a hand at my crotch trying to get a flame started. After about 10 minutes I was out of breath and REALLY started to feel the pressure. I could tell Annie couldn't take much more either.
Annie: I- I don't think I can take much more...
Tyler: well, we're not getting anywhere near anything to get out of here. You don't really have a lot of options.
Annie was extremely desperate, and I could tell she didn't want to urinate wih me here. She went for another 5 minutes trying very hard to keep it in, but it ended in a few leaks, then she dropped to her knes and wet herself completely.
Annie: No...
She went on for about 2 minutes and then stopped. Sobbing right there, I tried to cheer her up, as the role of a friend.
Tyler: Hey, it's alright Annie. This happens to pretty much everyone.
Annie: Well it doesn't happen in front of your closest friend! You never wet yourself!
Tyler: actually... *exhale*
As a friend to Annie, I stood there, leaning against a bar, hand to my crotch, wetting myself. Willingly. It was pretty much worth it, not just for Annie, but I honestly was about to lose it. I went for a minute and thirty seconds until it stopped.
Annie: Tyler, why did you-
Tyler: it was for you, Annie. It was worth it, besides I don't wear pants.
Annie: oh yeah, because of the, right.
I dried up and Annie changed into her spare clothing, then we saw an explosion from the hall and a green man flying into the room. One I know all too well.
Snivy: *gunshots* Why do you even have this artillery!? This is stupid!
Tyler: Hey Snivy! How's it going?
Snivy: oh hey Tyler! what are you doing in here? And what happened in there?
Annie: just get us out of here, it's a long story.
After he got us out we told him everything.
THE END |
Hey everyone. This is my first ever fanfic. I've worked really hard on this and I'm really looking forward to writing more for you guys! Post any suggestions in the comments and please do enjoy my story. You can learn much more about the lore by playing the game. For those who know the plot, I'm keeping Isara alive because of two things: She's my favorite character in the game and I didn't want her to die, and two, after Mulberry, if she survives, she would be perfect for the omorashi role depending on where I decide the shot is placed.
This fanfic starts during the Mulberry Incident, Chapter 11 in the game.
----Chapter 1: The Mulberry Incident----
Isara had been up all night last night working on the final touches of the smokescreen she was presenting today. When she looked at the clock to see how much time she had to reach the briefing, she was already 5 minutes late! Isara rushed down the hallways to reach the briefing to present her idea in time. Once she got there Rosie was complaining about how she didn't have 'nine lives' and that they didn't stand a chance on the beaches. Isara walked in when her brother noticed her. Welkin and the others had been wondering where Isara had gone off to because she hadn't gotten to the briefing yet. Isara presented her invention, the smokescreen. It would create a cloud of smoke where it hit, and blind the enemy guns so they could get past harmlessly. Zaka, having a small light tank, his Shamrock, could not load the smoke shells, his tank barrel was too small to hold it.
Isara had been dealing with minor stress incontinence and since she could wash her own clothes when things got out of hand, things stayed discreet. Lucky her she had only had accidents alone, and she'd been piloting the Edelweiss in many battles before. She was confident she could make it through, even though it seemed as if it was getting worse with every battle. The separation at Kloden had really made problems for her. She didn't know why and the doctors said it's completely normal and ok, but she was worried about being found out. Rosie of all people would make fun of her, since Rosie has some kind of hate for Darcsens. That would change after Mulberry, but no one knew that yet.
As Isara was loading the Edelweiss with the smokescreen ammo, Alicia came up to see what was up. "Hey Isara." someone told her. Isara turned around to see Alicia standing behind her. "Oh, hi Alicia." Isara told her, still loading the Edelweiss. "How's loading the tank going? Need help?" Alicia asked politely, "No thanks, but thanks Alicia." Isara said as she turned back around to put the last shell into the tank. Isara felt a familiar pain in her bladder. She had to go to the restroom. She still had plenty of time to do that, so she decided to do that. She didn't want to have to explain to Marina why there was a uniform and a wet pair of panties on a hanging rack again.
She hated that she had stress incontinence. It reduced the things she could do at a time. If Isara did too many things at once, she might have an accident. She had this feeling in her gut that it wasn't just stress incontinence and the doctor was hiding something from her.
As Isara was loading the Edelweiss into a landing craft to be taken to Mulberry by the Navy, her brother Welkin was standing next to Alicia, talking about something. Isara didn't want to interrupt their conversation, so she just sat on the tank and waited for the navy men to tell her they were all getting on to depart. With all that was going on, Isara thought just maybe, maybe the Navy would help out on the beaches and her smokescreen would be useless, and her brilliant idea would've gone to waste. Isara really wanted to fly with Welkin. Welkin had said he wanted to fly like the birds, and Isara spent her free time building an airplane to do just that.
Tension onboard the ship was rising and everyone was getting nervous about the battle ahead of them. Welkin was worried about Isara and not being able to relay orders to the squad, something that he ended up doing very nicely. Isara was just prepping the tanks for battle when her brother came up. "Hey Is." Isara turned around to see her brother, just trying to make smalltalk. "Hey Welks." That's what they called each other. Welkin and Isara just kept on with smalltalk until Isara excused herself for the restroom... Again. Once Isara got out one of the crewmen informed her that the squad was getting ready to make the landing.
Everyone was ready to land and the squad members selected to go were ready and in the right place. The ramps went down and Isara rolled the Edelweiss on the right with the Shamrock on the left. The infantry were behind the tanks when the first smoke round flew into the sand, blinding the enemy emplacements so that the squad could rush past to take the first camp. Jane was shot in the leg and had to be retreated to camp. Hanes replaced her and mowed down the imperial resistance with Rosie and Largo. The lancers and shocktroopers with Welkin on the left turn of the fork inland were also doing well.
While the other troops moved up to the Imperial strongpoint, Welkin alongside Zaka were sniping the vulnerable emplacements with their tank cannons, to much avail. Isara loaded another smokescreen into the Edelweiss and blinded the invulnerable emplacements while Zaka provided cover fire. The tanks, on a ledge, because they were stopped after the beach by a roadblock and trenches, were proving quite useful. That was until Rosie found herself in some trouble after the smokescreen died off.
Rosie was right between the two gun emplacements when she dropped the good luck charm Isara had given her during the Feast celebration, right before they left off for the landing. Rosie, not wanting to lose the doll, because it was special to her for some reason, ducked down to grab it as another smokescreen hit and a 50. cal bullet zipped just inches above her head. "Wow, that really IS a good luck charm!" Rosie exclaimed to herself as she looked at the doll that saved her life. She ran past the emplacements to catch up and the demolitions team cleared the roadblock so the tanks could pass after Mulberry was secured.
Isara hopped out of the tank to make small talk with her brother when Rosie approached Isara with the doll she had made her. "You... kept it?" asked Isara with a bright face. "Yeah.. You saved my life out there. I owe you. What do you want?" Rosie asked Isara most sincerely. "I want to hear you sing Rosie. I want to hear you sing." Isara replied with a smile. "It's a deal." Rosie said, sticking her hand out to shake Isara's. Isara took Rosie's hand when a noise suddenly echoed, a sniper gunshot. Isara fell to the ground as Rosie held off the counterattack with the others in shock. Once the Imperials fled, Rosie called the medic and Welkin and Isara were having small talk, but any talk mattered a lot right now to all the 7's.
Isara had been in shock. The bullet went right through her gut, and it hurt a great deal. She continued to talk to Welkin about flying and how she wanted to fly with him so much while everyone pulled out as much Ragnaid they could to try and keep Isara alive and listened very closely to what she was telling her brother. The medic soon arrived and got enough Ragnaid on Isara to get her to the hospital to get her patched up. All the 7's could really do now was only hope Isara would live on to see another day and that she would be okay.
Edited November 18, 2015 by Qrogan
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----Chapter 2: Isara's 'Worst Case Scenario'----
When Isara woke up in the hospital, still quite dreary from all that sleep, she was surprised to be in the hospital and then her gut hurt and she remembered. Where was Welkin and the others? Her question was answered when she saw them all sitting in the room with the nurses over her. "May I... get up?" she asked quietly. One of the nurses looked at her pitifully, and said "No, not yet. We're still analyzing the damage. It shouldn't be long now." and the nurse returned to analyzing the damage and applied more Ragnaid to ease the pain. Isara quickly fell back asleep, because the medical Ragnaid caused sleepiness due to strong dosage.
Rosie had been excessively worried about losing Isara ever since the Mulberry Incident, and didn't get any rest for it. She told Welkin about what Isara had done for her. "I don't know why I dove for the doll, but any reason, it saved my life." Rosie told Welkin, who was worried sick for his sister.
While Isara was in the hospital, Squad 7 was on leave and was off-duty no matter how hard the Army would try to get them back in action. A temporary tank driver wasn't going to pass with the 7's, not while Isara was alive.
Isara woke up about 5 hours later, and something felt... icky. Not just any icky either, like the kind you get from wetting. Isara decided the try and get up, but the nurses put her back down told her it was okay. Did the nurses really disregard she needed the restroom to get cleaned up? "I need to go to the rest-" Isara was interrupted by the nurse who whispered in her ear "You're fine. We've got you protected." Wait what? The nurses had her in diapers? "It can't have been that bad.." Isara stated, confused. The nurse gave Isara a detailed report of the damage, and it was actually that bad, actually worse. The bullet apparently ricocheted into her bowels as well, and therefore causing absolutely no control over her bladder or bowels.
Isara was very worried now, because this meant a multitude of problems. She's Darcsen, so if one of the other squad members sees her have an accident, it'll spread, and that would really suck for her and the other 7's. "Is the protection a permanent thing ma'am?" she asked, hoping to get a "no", but instead the nurse responded with "Yes Isara, they are, no amount of surgery or Ragnaid can fix torn tissue. Sorry." and her hopes were instantly broken. She wasn't getting out of diapers, and the nurses wouldn't allow it. But in the long run, Isara somewhat appreciated the fact that they did diaper her, because if they didn't she'd have a lot more than a wet pair of panties to explain. That didn't change the fact that it was really embarrassing. The nurse then changed her into something dry so she could sleep.
"When will I be able to leave this room?" Isara asked the nurse with some concern. "Tomorrow at 7:00, just an hour before breakfast." the nurse told her. Isara decided now to argue, it wouldn't change anything. She went back to sleep, and the nurse continued to finish Isara.
While the squad was waiting, Welkin got information that Squad 7 was assigned to taking Bruhl, and this would happen after Isara was back in action, obviously. Rosie decided she'd ask Welkin "So, uhm, Bruhl, you guys live there?". Welkin answered very thoroughly "Yeah, it's a nice place. I think it'll help morale if we take it back.". Rosie couldn't disagree to that, everyone was really down lately.
A day later, an hour before breakfast, Isara was dismissed to go see the rest of the squad. She still had diapers on, they weren't going away, but hopefully, the pants and skirt would hide any bulge that the diaper created. She didn't like referring to them as diapers, so she decided to call them medical undergarments. They were very silent, and the nurse had said it would absorb and hold a lot.
Once Isara reached the mess hall where everyone was at and found the 7's, she got a very warm welcome from everyone. Welkin, Rosie, Alicia, and the others were overjoyed to see Isara was back up and walking around. Welkin told Isara just how worried they were for her. Alicia and Rosie said about the same. After breakfast, her food wasn't agreeing well with her stomach. She decided to make a run for the restroom. Just after she got in the door she stopped. She couldn't help it, and her bladder gave first. The warm feeling didn't go anywhere, that was good. She tried to reach the toilet but after a few steps forward, her bowels gave in. The undergarments stretched as the poop suddenly filled them. Mortified, Isara knew that she'd have to figure out how she was going to get replacements, since she didn't bring her bag which had extras in it with her, it was in her room.
She ditched the diaper into the trashcan and made sure she didn't have anything else in her. Isara ran through the hallways to her room and got changed up. The nurse had been right, she was literally unable to control her bowels or bladder for normal amounts of time. When she had thrown the soiled undergarment into the Squad 7 restroom, she saw other, different undergarments than hers. Not like she had been looking for those, but now she knew she wasn't alone. But who was it wearing them? She'd wouldn't know for some time.
A few days later, Isara had to attend a meeting with the squad. They were reclaiming their hometown of Bruhl. That would help morale. She understood the plan, and she wanted to go, but she'd have to tell the others the situation. Would they laugh it off, or be just accept it like she did? She insisted on going, and the others were overjoyed to let her. If there was anyone who would take it seriously and not laugh it off, it was her brother.
Isara invited Welkin to her room, Alicia insisted on coming in to hear about it too, but she told her that it was a personal matter. Once Welkin got in she closed the door and Alicia went about her business. Isara sat down on her bed and Welkin asked "What's up Is?". Isara told him "I invited you here because there's something you really need to know." and she meant that fully. "So what's so important?" asked Welkin, quite interested now. Isara blushed a bit, and said "Well, the nurse put me in... the..-" Welkin interrupted and said he understood fully and knew exactly how it felt. "Is, I'm wearing them too. Ever since that blast at Kloden. Alicia has them too. I'm just glad you were able to tell me." he told her. "Thank you Welks for not laughing." she told him, blushing a little less now.
Alicia asked "So Welkin, what you guys talking about in there?" knowing Welkin was much more open about the topic. Welkin looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping and said "She's got them now too." Alicia felt a little bad for Isara, it wasn't really the best thing that could happen in one's life.
The 7's rolled out for Bruhl to reclaim Isara, Welkin, and Alicia's hometown.
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----Chapter 3: Nightmares in the Tank----
While on the move to reclaim their hometown of Bruhl, Isara thought about the situation. She got sniped in the gut and tissues controlling both her bladder and bowels were destroyed so she had to wear medical undergarments and couldn't control herself in those areas. She knew it would be a lifetime thing. The damage wouldn't just heal on it's own, and no amount of medical care could fix that. In the midst of her thinking, her brother, Welkin, asked her "Hey Is, I'm just wondering, did you bring extras? I think you'll need them. I've had it happen too." She blushed, but at least there was no one else in the tank and no one could hear what was going on inside of the tank. She smiled and said "Yes. I'm not planning on any heated changes though. It shouldn't be a problem. Don't worry Welks." With that, the tank continued to roll alongside the Shamrock, and the rest of the 7's followed the tanks to reclaim Bruhl.
While camping just outside of Bruhl, the night before retaking it, Isara was in her tent when she felt a buildup. It wouldn't last long, but the toilet was a few steps away. But that didn't change that she still couldn't hold it like that anymore. When she got up, she didn't even know she went until she felt her undergarments stretching. Warm mush filled them as her bladder emptied as well. She didn't even know she had to pee until she got warm around the groin as well. This wasn't the first time, but it was a nuisance she didn't particularly care for just yet. She got changed and trashed the soiled undergarments in the portable trash can and turned on a Ragnite lamp. She had learned that ragnite powered lamps would hide the smell and eliminate the odor of soiled undergarments. After that, she went back outside to see what the small talk was about when she saw Rosie sitting over by the Edelweiss.
Rosie walked up and said "Hey Isara. I know you want me to sing for you. Haven't got the chance yet. I was thinking maybe since we're all camping out here I could sing for you now." Isara had remembered over on Mulberry now. "Yes! I would love to hear you sing, I bet you're great." Isara decided she'd sit on the edge of the tank, it was pretty much her favorite thing other than her brother and the other 7's. Rosie went around to see who wanted to hear her perform for Isara. Everyone was there once Rosie was getting ready.
No one had ever heard Rosie sing before. It was going to be a treat for the entire squad. When people started hearing about why she was singing, everyone was in. So there they were, all of Squad 7, sitting down on a tank in front of Bruhl listening to Rosie sing a song. Rosie was a great singer. She sung at a bar before she joined the militia, she was quite popular there. But she didn't sing any of the classics. It was just for Isara. The whole squad was moved to tears. Even Rosie was crying when she finished. Everyone gave a round of applause.
Rosie was taken off guard when she felt a body collide with hers. It was Isara giving her a big hug. She decided it was only fair to hug back. "Hey Isara." Rosie said, still trying to figure out exactly what was going on it all happened so quickly. Isara looked up at her, and said "You did great Rosie. I'd love to hear you again sometime." Rosie looked back at Isara, and told her "Yeah, maybe I'll do it again sometime."
The next day Isara got ready and pitched her tent. Everyone took down camp to get ready to reclaim Bruhl. Once everyone was ready, Isara hopped into the Edelweiss with Welkin. Welkin gave the order to move out. The tanks rolled and the militia marched to Bruhl. Most of Bruhl had been destroyed or ransacked. It made the squad sick, how could the Imperials do this to such a small, tactically useless village? The march took an hour, and when they stopped, Isara decided to hop out and take a look. She was surprised to see just how bad it had gotten. The Mill was destroyed and the village was ransacked. Welkin began issuing squad members to their positions, this time everyone was in. No one got in the reserves. It was the squad at it's fullest taking back Bruhl.
Welkin hopped in the tank and gave out the order to move out and take back Bruhl. Isara moved the Edelweiss onwards on the left, while the Shamrock covered the right. That's when an Imperial tank destroyer round shook Isara's tank and was immobilized. The treads were destroyed. Welkin gave orders to return fire and Isara did just that. That's when she realized something was off. She was wet and she was sitting in a pile of mush. If it was just urine she wouldn't have a problem but it's never just 1 thing when she needs it to be.. She never planned on any heated changes, but lucky for her she had extras in the tank. Only problem was that they were in the smack middle of a combat encounter. Isara shouted out over the gunfire "Uhhh, Welks!" Welkin saw Isara "What's going on Is?" Isara loaded another round and shot the tank destroyer again to little avail.
Shouting over the gunfire again, she told him "Problem!" and Welkin realized this and gave himself a mental smack in the face. She had an accident IN the tank. This had happened to him before. He needed to give her time to get cleaned up and this was hard to do. Normally he would change afterwards but she had other problems. Welkin had the Shamrock take the tank destroyers flank with Rosie charging the tank to reach its rear. Isara fired another round and the Shamrock fired a round into the weak point and the tank destroyed blew up. Welkin had to think quickly. The tank was immobilized and Isara needed to get herself cleaned up.
Welkin opened up the hatch and provided rifle fire on some Imperial shocktroopers while 2 things were happening. Isara was getting cleaned up and an engineer was repairing the tank. That engineer happened to be Homer. Homer wasn't a social person but he knew his topic very well.
Isara wasted no time getting cleaned up when Welkin opened the hatch to provide covering fire. She told Welkin when she was prepared for duty again. She threw the soiled undergarments on a Imperial troop through the hatch, taking the Imperial by surprise and started running around with it on his helmet. He was later gunned down by Alicia, who grabbed a bag and hid in some grass right after she shot him down.
While Alicia was shooting down the Imperial troop that was running around like a bee might buzz around you when it's angry, she had an accident. She took down the trooper and felt a wetness in the groin. She cursed herself and had the troops around her advance as she took her diaper bag out and crawled into some tall grass behind a building to get cleaned up. Heated changes just weren't her thing. She had one in Mulberry after getting up the beach as well, except she had to hide behind the Edelweiss after everyone else ran up ahead. At least she had some more privacy than a big open beach behind a tank this time around.
After reclaiming Bruhl, the squad got into one of the hotels to rest up before trekking back to Randgriz. Welkin, Isara, and Alicia meanwhile all went over to the mansion to get some alone time. Alicia told Isara about her situation too. "I heard about your problem. It wasn't just my ankle that was damaged. Not amount of herbs could fix the wet floor in the morning. Welkin had it too." Isara blushed, but she knew they understood. Alicia told her "At least you didn't get the horrifying experience of waking up in a puddle." and she chuckled some. Isara realized that they were safe to talk to these things about just then, because they were both very close friends and had similar problems. That was the first positivity she'd heard about her problems in a long time. After looking around the mansion for some time, the three returned to the abandoned hotel and got some rest with the other squad members.
Isara got up to get changed and ready to go when she was stopped by Alicia. Alicia said hi and went about her clean-up routine the same as Isara. Welkin got lucky and woke up dry, but he didn't make it too far without having to clean up. Once everyone was awake the squad walked around Bruhl for a bit. After a few hours, Welkin rounded up the squad to get ready for departure. Kreis, the tank driver for the Shamrock, ran into Isara on his way back to the tank. Kreis just said "Hey Isara, glad we got Bruhl back for you guys." and continued on his way.
Welkin rounded up the squad and Isara hopped in the tank, this time being sure to have extra undergarments and a ragnite lamp with her just incase something bad happened. Welkin issued the order to march back to Randgriz once the Army arrived to secure it. As the 7's left, they could see reconstruction being made on the Mill. Alicia got tired and hopped on the Edelweiss for a ride.
Squad 7 was on it's way back to Randgriz from the successful liberation of Bruhl. Everyone was glad to have Isara back in action.
Edited November 19, 2015 by Qrogan
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----Chapter 4: Clash At Naggiar----
Once they got back from Bruhl, Isara had heard talk about a big battle at Naggiar. She didn't really give it much thought until a few days later when the captain called them in to be briefed on the situation. The Imperial forces were gathering all their military might on Naggiar, and the Gallian Army would be marching onto the Imperial forces with the militia in tow. It was plain madness. The Imperials outnumbered them 3 to 1. No one knew if the Imperial Valkyria would be there either. It was impossible to defeat the Imperial forces on a big open plain like that.
When Welkin heard about this he too thought it was madness. It was another suicide mission like the Vasel Bridge, but there was no rivers and fog to hide an approach by water. Just a big, open, war torn field. If he knew what Naggiar was like, he knew the Imperials would dig into the trenches and cause havoc to any Gallians who dared run across the open field. Tanks would have trouble getting around too, the trenches would stop them dead in their tracks.
Everyone was worried about the situation. If it weren't already bad enough for everyone, it was a coin flip away from disaster. If the Valkyria showed up on the field, Welkin knew they didn't stand a single chance. He'd seen what she could do. They could only hope she didn't show up.
Isara saw Welkin stressing over the operation, so she decided to try and cheer him up. "Hey Welks." Welkin looked over to see Isara there, at least there was someone to talk to. "Hey Is. What is it?" Isara just replied with "Nothing, just trying to cheer you up." Welkin liked that, he needed someone to cheer him up, he was too stressed over the next operation. Isara and Welkin just sat there in his room talking to each other for a bit.
A few days later, it was time to roll out. Isara made some final preparations on the Edelweiss while R&D worked on the Shamrock. Once everyone was marching for Naggiar, things got really tense. Whole squads were having nervous breakdowns and stopping for some time. At one point Squad 7 set up camp to get some rest, since marching was really stressful at the time.
Rosie decided to sing again, and everyone just sat on the tanks and listened to her sing for a bit and clapped at the end.
Isara's situation was growing worse every week. At first it was just daytime loss of control. Now it was 24/7 loss of control. The next morning she woke up she was wet, mushy, and warm. She went about usual clean-up and decided to reduce her fiber intake. Ragnaid helped some so ever 2 hours she'd give herself Ragnaid to try and not have to change every hour. It worked very well.
This time she had prepared for a heated change incase she needed one. She never knew she wouldn't have the time but she would have to try. The 7's were marching onto Naggiar late morning and reached there around 2:00 PM.
The Gallian Army marched first. They charged the Imperial line with tanks and shot them down with rifles. The 7's covered the flank. Things were going good until 2 giant tanks that spat out fireballs into trenches came out. Isara shouted out "Welks! Problem on the field!" Welkin looked over and he knew it was a problem. "Yeah?" Isara pointed at the intelligence she had on the new enemies. "They shoot fire! Heavy tanks and they have anti-tank capabilities!" That was bad. Heavy tanks that shoot fire from mortars or flamethrowers.
Welkin made the order to split up. One team would go with the Shamrock to take out tank A, while the other would go with him to take out tank B. Snipers would reach high ground and provide cover fire where it was needed.
Isara was beginning to feel a buildup, this hadn't happened in a week or so. Right now it really sucked because she was in a tank in the middle of combat. She could only hold for as long as possible. Once group B reached it's target, Isara saw it. The horrifying heavy tank that stood there. That's when it happened. The horrifying tank shot off a fiery mortar round that hit the trench to her left. Her body just let go at that instant, she didn't know until she felt herself sitting in a wet pile of mush. This was a problem. She had no time to clean up and she couldn't buy herself any time. It felt good, but it was disgusting at the same time. She shouted across the gunfire again "Problem!" and Welkin instantly went into action to buy her some time.
Nothing was more horrifying than looking out the hatch and realizing that you couldn't buy your incontinent sister time to get cleaned up. He slumped back down into the tank. "How bad is it Is?" he was hoping it wasn't too bad. Isara blushed heavily, but answered with a straight face "Really bad." This was bad. "By what it looks like I can't buy you enough time. Can you tough it out?" Isara realized this was her only option. She didn't like it, but she needed to do what she had to. "Yes Welks. I think I can make it." That was going to have to do. If she said anymore she'd start sobbing.
Isara lit the ragnite lamp and applied some Ragnaid to try and hold off another wave of waste until she could reach a restroom after the fight. She was going to need a longer shower than normal this time around. She loaded the tank and she realized another horrifying fact, she still had more. She really needed to get her part done with. At this point tank A was down, just about all the lancers had gone after it. Group A was coming to reinforce them.
Once Group A arrived and saw how bad it was, Zaka was horrified. That tank was putting up a fight. What worried him more was what was behind it. A wave of shocktroopers, snipers, and scouts, with 2 lancers in tow. They had to take down that tank ASAP.
The two tanks fired at the same time and disabled the mortar, but the Imperial tank fired back and KOed the Shamrock's driver. Zaka took personal control and fired a shell right into the cannon of the enemy tank. The Imperial tank blew up in flames. Zaka then called his main engineer, Nadine, to come and dive the tank back to basecamp.
Isara was driving her tank back to camp when her situation got worse. She had another bad accident in the same pair of medical undergarments. She began to feel warm again, and she was beyond disgusted and embarrassed. She was absolutely mortified. She was surprised it hadn't blown up or leaked, but it made an awful looking bulge that showed horribly when she bent down. So she had to squat to pick up her lamp, Ragnaid, and bag. That was a bad idea. When she squatted her bowels just emptied itself completely then her bladder did the same. A drip escaped and hit the floor. She grabbed a paper towel from her bag and wiped down the floor where it landed, disposed of the wet paper towel, then got out of the tank and rushed for the restroom with her bag.
Alicia had saw Isara running like mad hornet, so she decided it wasn't the time to make small-talk with her. She had a faint idea of what happened. Alicia was in one of the trenches with Susie and Vyse when a fiery mortar round hit and scattered them. She herself had to find another trench and pull a fresh diaper out to get changed. She hadn't had the worst of it yet.
Alicia was making her normal checkups around base camp when Welkin approached her. "Hey Alicia, how are you?" She told Welkin about her accident, they'd do this sometimes just to keep each other laughing. They'd laugh at each other then Welkin got a little serious. "Isara had it worse." Alicia stood there and looked at him for a bit and processed what she had saw earlier. "I saw that, I think. Isara was running towards the restroom faster than Hanes charging an Imperial dead in front of him. That's when a sniper round echoed and Alicia fell down to the ground. She was rushed to the nearest medical tent and everyone was there hoping she'd live. Alicia hadn't gotten shot in the gut, it was a perfect crippling shot, like if it wasn't supposed to kill her. It hit her in the shoulder and she fell from the shock.
All anyone else could do was praise her for not panicking and get the nurse to work faster. Soon enough everyone got tired and fell asleep. This is when Faldio, who had fired the round at Welkin's girlfriend even though he and Welkin were great friends, entered the medical tent with a Valkyrian lance and shield, to place on Alicia. Faldio was sure she was a Valkyria, as she had opened that door in the Barious ruins. Faldio's assumption would be proved the next morning.
Edited November 21, 2015 by Qrogan
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The honors have been done! The stitches are out now and I am still alive! *still alive song from portal plays* Here's the long-overdue Chapter 5 you've all been waiting so patiently for! Again, thank you all for the support!
----Chapter 5: Awakening and Troubles----
Before Faldio came in at night with the lance and shield,there really wasn't much that could be done for Alicia, but the doctors were working overtime to try and get it fixed so she could be back in action ASAP. Isara was stressed out as well, just as the whole squad was. Everyone was still shocked that Alicia was shot. Alicia herself was shell-shocked from the sniper round. An hour later, Welkin was called to the medical tent to find the doctor holding a rifle round. "It's a round from an experimental sniper rifle." The doctor sounded quite sad when he stated "It's from a Gallian experimental sniper rifle." Welkin just wasn't ready for that yet. "Wait, so the sniper was on our side!?" Nothing sucked more than knowing someone on your team just shot your girlfriend, according to Welkin's thoughts just then. Alicia woke up to find every member of Squad 7 in the medical tent with her. The ragnaid helped, it felt wonderful, but she was more worried about her gunshot wound and how it hadn't healed like normal. Everyone was getting ready to leave for bed and she passed out again.
The doctor on duty was getting ready but heard a crackling, he grabbed a fresh diaper from Alicia's diaper bag and got her changed, he'd had worse in his days than a small wetting. He took her bag back to her tent and left her to heal overnight, since it was common knowledge that she just randomly healed overnight.
Once Faldio was sure no one was watching, he walked in the medical tent and laid the armaments of the Valkyrur upon Alicia's chest and left the tent to get some sleep. He thought about what he had done. He had robbed the nearby museum of its prized possessions, the Valkyria lance and shield, then ordered a experimental sniper rifle and sniped Alicia, Welkin's... his friend's, girlfriend. He was ready for whatever would happen next once he was found out.
The next morning Alicia had disappeared, couldn't be found. Everyone was shocked once more. Squad 7 rolled out without Alicia. Bad news for them, the Imperial Valkyria, Selvaria, was also there. She walked out before the Gallians. "Drop your weapons and surrender! Or Naggiar Plains. . . Will drink deeply of your blood!" All the Gallian soldiers suddenly looked back and gasped. Of course, so did Squad 7. There stood Alicia, armed with the cobalt flame, lance, and shield, meaning she was a Valkyria. Welkin stared for a moment. "No... She can't be Valkyria!!" Everyone was surprised that she was Valkyria.Alicia wasn't actually conscious. She was sleepwalking really. She walked past the entire Gallian Army to the front. Selvaria was confused, how could there be more than one Valkyria? "Another sister of the Valkyrur?" Selvaria leaped into action screaming "Well there can only.. be.. ONE!!!!" What should have chopped Alicia in half just hit the ground as Alicia stood only about 6 inches from Selvaria's lance. Both armies watched in awe as the two Valkyrur fought against one another.
Selvaria was getting tired of Alicia's calm movements, so she decided it was time to finish the duel. She charged Alicia full force. Alicia leaped into the air and Selvaria watched in horror as Alicia's lance and shield, which were still retracted and unused the whole time so far, extended and charged. All Selvaria could do was brace herself as she wet herself, why was she wetting herself? The warmth spread down her legs and utterly distracted her. That's when the beam of cobalt light hit her shield and blew her down to the ground. Her weapons retracted and she passed out.
The Gallian Army fought on, and at one point, Alicia passed out. Alicia just... passed out right in front of the Edelweiss. Welkin called the medic who got Alicia back in the medical tent. Alicia had already turned the odds of the fight so much. She needed that rest.
Isara was in the tank when a tank destroyer round went right into the cockpit and landed in front of her feet. She picked it up and saw it was a D-5S 30 85mm tank destroyer round. It literally tore a hole in the Gallian tank. Just before it could fire again Largo, on it's flank, put a lancer round in it's rear and it blew up. That D-S5 30 round scared her so much she had an accident. Luckily, it wasn't very messy, but there was still a sizable mess. She also noticed how it felt... good. That didn't stop her from being grossed out but it felt good. She went about the routine of letting Welkin know so he could buy her time to get changed, without him looking. It had been about 2 or 3 months since the Mulberry event, so she got used to the warm feeling, but she'd never really liked it before now.
Although Welkin didn't know Isara was finally liking it, he liked it himself. Alicia didn't indulge and nor did he. Mostly because it was still gross and awkward. Welkin wasn't the type to go "Ewwwwww gross!!! " but he didn't like his situation. What he did like was the protection that he felt when he wore them, just like Alicia and Isara. Gallia had pushed the Imperials back from Naggiar. If Mulberry wasn't scary, Naggiar sure was.
Back at Randgriz, 4 days later, Welkin looked into who has or had their hands on the experimental sniper rifle the doctor had talked about. The clerk said a tank commander by the name of Faldio Landzaat had gotten one, and she remembered because tank commanders don't usually order snipers. When Welkin searched Faldio's room, since Faldio was out, sure enough, there lied a notebook. He opened the notebook to see notes on the Valkyrur and Alicia. A shocking phrase Welkin found pointed evidence to Faldio being the culprit of sniping Alicia. "I shot her... I shot Alicia, Welkin's... My friend's, girlfriend. I shot her. I had to, she is a Valkyria. I had to do it or we would have lost." That was what Welkin found in the notebook. He tore off the page and stormed down to where Faldio was in the briefing room with Captain Varrot. "Faldio, answer me. Did you shoot Alicia?" Faldio just looked at Welkin sadly. "I had to Welkin. If I hadn't ha--" Welkin interrupted with a quick swing of his fist. "There were other ways!" Faldio held his cheek where he was hit. "What do you think would have happened if Alicia's powers hadn't have been awakened!" Welkin attempted to throw his fist again to have it caught by Varrot. "Enough! Falido, solitary until further notice for intentionally shooting a comrade. Welkin, 24 hours of isolation for engaging in fisticuffs!"
Alicia woke up to find her diaper felt heavier, by like a gram. The nurse was sitting next to her. "We had to change what kind of diaper you wear. Ever since your Valkyria powers... awakened, your problem has gotten worse." The nurse looks quite sorry for it, but Alicia understood. Wait, that wasn't a dream? She did that!? She was shocked. But she was thankful the nurse had done what she had done, since she had seen the puddle forming underneath the Imperial Valkyria, Selvaria, during their duel she wasn't even conscious in. The nurse had suggested the possibility of a developing diaper fetish in her, along with Welkin and Isara, since they had recently checked in on it. She asked what a diaper fetish was. "Basically, a diaper fetish is where one unconsciously likes wearing and sometimes even using diapers." The nurse was quite serious, having trouble keeping a straight face, but Alicia was like that too.
Alicia thanked the nurse again and walked out to talk to Welkin about it. Sadly, they didn't have the time for talk, since Varrot called a meeting on the next battle, at Ghirlandaio. The goal was to drive the Imperials out of Gallia and win the war in that 1 fight. Selvaria was reported to be there too. That didn't make anyone too happy. But it still had to happen. So the 7's arranged a meeting to discuss this matter. At this rate, the war, hopefully, would be over soon. Or so they thought..
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----Chapter 7: The Battle at Ghirlandaio----
--EU 1935, Outside Ghirlandaio--
Squad 7 was going about the usual routine it had been doing for the past 2 or 3 weeks outside Ghirlandaio, which consisted of preparing the tank, checking the guns, and for Welkin, Alicia, and Isara, the daily 4-5 diaper changes. News had spread that General Damon would arrive sometime tomorrow, and that he would be attending the battle personally. Isara had multiple close calls, the closest being with Jane, who really wasn't paying attention, thank god.
Isara had been doing work on the Edelweiss when she had an accident, so she went behind Welkin's tent to the outhouse, unfortunately, Jane had been right behind Welkin's tent around the same time, which Isara had noticed after she had changed. Jane hadn't seen anything, but she looked up when the wind blew across her face randomly. Luckily for Isara, Jane didn't think to look at the outhouse... so Isara's dignity was still intact.
--EU 1935, Walls of Ghirlandaio--
The Imperial troops were about telling rumors that the Gallians were really heading towards the Marmota, and that the assault on Ghirlandaio was a mistake in the intelligence system, which was practically just Maximilian taking a guess at Damon's strategies. Selvaria had her own problems, standing on a wall all day was quite boring. If the Gallians really did attack Ghirlandaio, which she knew fully, the Imperials outside on the grass wouldn't do the trick. Not if they assault is being lead by who she thinks is leading it...
Maximilian had already called the train to Ghirlandaio for departure to the Imperial-Federation-Gallian Border where the Marmota was located, and surely the train would arrive and be out of range when Selvaria completes her mission. Maximilian had no intentions of blowing up Gallia with the Valkof unless he really had to. His plan was to ram the Marmota into Randgriz castle and if Cordelia didn't surrender the nation, he would use the Valkof on something as a demonstration of what it can really do. If anyone happened to get onboard the land-battleship, he would eliminate them personally with his experimental Valkyria project, plugging himself into a artificial Valkyrian lance and shield, causing devastation to anyone in his way. If defeated, he could use his own Final Flame to destroy Gallia once and for all.
--EU 1935, Thursday Morning, Outside Ghirlandaio--
Damon had arrived at around 4:00AM, when Isara had finally fell asleep. Isara would be woken up later at around 5:00PM if she wasn't awake still, since she did have to drive the Edelweiss into battle. Damon, being the greedy idiot he is, demanded the militia move their camps to the crappier grounds so the Army could set up in the better campground area. So the Militia had to spend the next few hours in mud, and Isara was also shook awake to help move.
At around 6:00PM, after everything was prepped and ready for combat, Damon gave the order to attack. Damon knew the place well, since he had been there when it was taken, pulling a stunt with banished poison gas to get out unharmed, then blaming the use of the gas on the Imperials, which worked, even though it was obvious the Imperials didn't need it. As Squad 7, being the spearhead of just about every assault, they went into combat and did their thing. Welkin had forgotten to use the restroom at 5, so he had a building urge inside of him mid-battle.
As Rosie whacked the rail switch hard enough to KO a train, Welkin's urge got worse. An Imperial soldier threw a grenade out, busting the left tread. The explosion literally scared the crap out of him, as he noticed he had an accident as it happened. Isara on the other hand, who was driving the tank waiting for coordinates and a target, wondered what the holdup was. Isara attempted to move the tank, but it was to no avail. She called for an engineer on the radio, who would be there in a matter of minutes.
Welkin needed time to get changed. He'd never had this kind of disaster before, so while the tank was out of order, he ducked down and explained the situation to Isara so she wouldn't start asking random questions, and started getting changed. He finished just before the engineer, Homer, arrived to fix up the tank. He went back to his spot and gave the order to move out after the field repairs. Some Imperial tank destroyers had scored hits on the tank and were harmlessly deflected, since the Edelweiss had received some new Ragnite plating. After Ghirlandaio was taken and the walls blasted open, everyone got settled in for a quick rest outside.
Before the initial assault inside the fort could begin, Selvaria appeared on the walls. She said some pretty dull words, and then challenged Squad 7 to a fight, her being "human" this time, since Alicia had bested her already as a Valkyria. The fight raged on for about 5 hours, until finally, Alicia got behind Selvaria and took the shot, Selvaria falling to her knees being shot so much beforehand. Once they were all on "good terms" again, Selvaria stated how she was struck down and congratulated the 7's for their fighting. "How do you fight like that?" Asked a curious Alicia, who was also Valkyrian. Selvaria replied with a blank "Because I love Him." Alicia couldn't possibly understand.
Alicia had been through much in her times already, and had a budding relationship with Welkin. Selvaria on the other hand, was raised in a lab, until Maximilian had reached out to her and gave her a name and a purpose in life. Selvaria loved Maximilian more than a father, or mother. She loved him more than her own life. In the midst of the conversation, Damon appeared and had his soldiers knock out Selvaria after she made one last request, which was to have her troops transported away by Squad 7.
--1935 EU, The next day, Inside Ghirlandaio--
Selvaria awoke to be chained and in-front of the monster General Damon. General Damon was just sitting in Maximilian's old chair and congratulating himself for the work of Squad 7. General Damon made multiple insults to Selvaria before finally, she asked "How long has it been since Squad 7 left?" Damon grunted. "About 3 hours, why do you ask?" Damon also called her a witch, and a monster. "I think you forget who I am, General Damon." Selvaria began the process of the Final Flame, breaking from her chains. The Gallian soldiers freaked and Damon gave an order to shoot.
The bullets went through Selvaria as she winced at the shots and the pain they brought. She then blew up. destroying the entire Gallian Army, the Imperial Rear-guard, and killing Damon.
--EU 1935, Safe Distance from Explosion at Ghirlandaio--
A rumble in the ground could be heard as Squad 7 followed the path up. When they looked over at where Ghirlandaio once was, all there was was a mushroom cloud from an explosion. "So this is your answer... Selvaria." Alicia looked at the explosion again as the light hit their eyes. Just after it settled, Captain Varrot came running in, with bad news. "Bad news! There's a massive land-battleship heading through the Kloden Wildwoods on a course for Randgriz!" Everyone turned to see Varrot. She talked about an operation to stop it, Maiden's Shield, working with the Randgriz Royal Guard. It had to work, or Randgriz was doomed to fall. Everyone moved out for the exit of the Kloden Wildwood, with only about 1 week to get there tops. They all could only hope to get there in time. |
I've been trying for a long time to write a good Harry Potter (more specifically, Hermione/Ginny) story, and I think I've finally cracked it with this one. I've only written one chapter so far, but I am planning on writing another. This is set during Deathly Hallows, and I've tried to make it as true to the book as possible, but please do correct me if anything is wrong.
Chapter 1: Confidence
The escape from the Ministry had been a narrow one, and the knowledge that they would not be returning to the house at Grimmauld Place had been a huge blow. But they were, nevertheless, safe from harm and they had a Horcrux. Once Hermione, Ron and Harry had settled they began to calm down a little. It was only then that Hermione released just how much she needed to pee.
She had needed to go before they left for the Ministry that morning, but had not had time. Hermione had her bladder quite well trained, what with all her hours studying in the library at Hogwarts, but during her time in the courtroom that afternoon she doubted whether she would be able to hold it much longer. Then the escape from the ministry and everything that had happened since had been an unavoidable distraction. But now, her desperation had come flooding back with full force and very soon there was going to be a literal flood.
She looked at the tent in front of her and she remembered with a horrifying realisation the last time she had stayed in it, the Quidditch World Cup three years ago. The tent came fully equipped with a bathroom and toilet, so it shouldn't have been a problem, but for Hermione, who suffered from a very shy bladder, it was.
In recent years, she had taken to peeing in the Room of Requirement when she was at school, because she knew that she wouldn't be disturbed in there. If she were to pee in that toilet in the tent, with Harry and Ron only a few feet away, they would be able to hear every drop hitting the water and she couldn't bear the thought of it.
When they had been here for the World Cup, she had made Ginny come in with her every time so she could chat to her while she had a wee, and this had worked like a charm. With Ginny by her side she was able to pee comfortably. This was probably, she thought, because Ginny was so much more confident than she was, especially when it came to peeing. Maybe it was because she grew up with so many brothers, but Ginny would often pee with the door open at home, even if there were people walking past. In fact, Hermione had once been playing Quidditch with Ginny at The Burrow and she dropped to the ground, squatted and peed right there in the garden.
But Ginny was not here now. The more Hermione stood contemplating, the more agonizing it became. She was extremely close to having an accident and that could not happen, she had not had an accident since she was six years old. She was going to have to try and go.
She walked into the tent at the same time as Harry, Ron was sitting on his bed.
"There's a toilet in this tent, right?" Harry asked.
"Erm, yes" Hermione answered, trying to look as though she was trying to think, when she already knew full well "It's that little room over there" she indicated to the door in the corner of the tent.
"Good" Harry said "Cause I really need to go."
"Me too" Hermioned said. There was no point denying it, she was already holding herself and dancing on the spot, she couldn't exactly hide it.
Harry went into the bathroom, and Hermione could hear him peeing as clearly as if she were in the room with him. This made everything so much worse. The toilet flushed, and Harry came out looking relieved.
"There you go" he said.
Hermione entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her, the toilet right in front of her, teasing her. It was frustrating to be so close to relief and yet so far. She pulled down her trousers and knickers and sat down on the toilet seat. Harry and Ron were talking outside, this made it very difficult to concentrate. After two minutes of trying, Hermione had still achieved nothing. It felt like someone had placed their thumb over a hosepipe. The water was ready was spill out, but something was blocking it. She thought if she sat here long enough, the flood gates would open on their own and she would have no control over it. This seemed like her best option at this point, but she worried then that Harry and Ron would be suspicious if she was in here too long. After four minutes, she abandoned all hope. She pulled her pants back up and did them up. She flushed the toilet and washed her hands, making it seem as if she had in fact gone. She stood up as straight as she could, and went back into the main room of the tent.
"I'm just going out for a bit" she said very quickly without any thought "Just for a look around."
Thankful she had not questioned them, she left the tent and just kept walking. She had no idea where she was going, she just knew that wanted to be as far away from Harry and Ron as possible. She thought of apparating somewhere where she would not be seen or heard, but thought it better not to risk it as it required much concentration, and right now she couldn't concentrate on anything other than needing to pee. Her plan was to find somewhere tucked away, however she felt a sudden warmth in the crotch of her trousers; the accident had started. She had no choice but to drop her pants and go right here where she was stood in the middle of clearing. There was no one in her sight, as long as she was quick.
She began to undo her jeans as pee slowly started to run down her legs. She hooked her thumbs onto the waistband of her jeans and knickers and pulled them both down and squatted in one motion. Part of her was disgusted at what she was doing, but part of her also knew that she no choice. The pee was going to come whether she wanted it or not. The relief on her bladder also made it quite difficult to care about where she was. The sound of her urine hitting the ground, the feeling of it splashing back on her bare backside and the thought that someone could find her any minute were all unpleasant sensations, but her desperation was over and that was pleasant enough to make up for it.
When the flow finally stopped, she used magic to dry her clothing that got wet before pulling them up. She used the same spell on her shoes, which she had also managed to pee on.
She made her way back to the tent with an odd proud feeling. While peeing outside had not been exactly fun, she never thought she would have the confidence to do it, not like Ginny did. Then a horrifying thought occurred to her. For as long as they were living like this, she would have to pee this way every single time. That was fine, but what if, for whatever reason, she was not able to leave the tent? |
Alright, Chapter two is here and I'm really pleased with this one, hope you like it.
Chapter 2: The Dream
Having finally relieved herself, Hermione was able to think straight again. She began to go through every spell that she knew in her head, trying to think of one that would help her. The Muffliato charm she was sure wouldn't work, and her protective charms meant that she couldn't apparate within the tent. She was going to have to stick to this arrangement until she thought of a better idea.
She was walking back to the tent, with every bit of pride she had felt just a minute ago completely diminished. The tent itself, which should have meant safety, suddenly felt like a prison to her.
Over the next few days she had the whole routine down to a fine art. She would wait until she was absolutely bursting, and then go. She did this so that she didn't have to go out as often as she didn't want Harry and Ron to be suspicious. She had made up some story about wanting to check the surrounding areas for any intruders. Harry and Ron seemed to buy this, so Hermione had no problems. She would quite often go into the bathroom and pretend to be going to the toilet, as they were bound to notice if she didn't.
Hermione's only problem was trying to hide the fact that she was desperate. One night she had waited a little too long and leaked a little bit, causing her to moan. When asked what was wrong she had no choice but to tell them that she just really needed the loo. Which had then meant that she had to go through all the hassle of going into the bathroom, pretending to go and then coming out announcing that she was going to check the surrounding areas again. It had taken so long that by the time she stepped out of the tent she couldn't hold it anymore and just wet herself right outside the tent.
Of course, Harry and Ron never suspected a thing, but Hermione knew that it had been a close call and could not happen again. She could never forgive herself if she had an accident in front of them.
One night she had gone to bed needing to pee really badly, as she had not had the opportunity to sneak away. She dreamt about being in the library, studying all day. She kept telling herself that she needed to go, but she wanted to finish her homework first. She opened up a book and saw a long corridor on the pages. She stepped into the book and kept walking down, passing several doors, all of which had a female figure on it and the word Ladies written next to it. She could see a door appearing at the end of the corridor, it was the door to the Room of Requirement, she made a run for it, getting ever nearer to the door. As she approached, the door opened for her and there, sure enough, was a toilet. She was so relieved, but fearful. As she entered the room, there were Harry and Ron stood watching her.
"What are you waiting for?" Ron asked "You need to go, don't you?"
"Yes" said Hermione "But..."
"Well Hurry up then" Ron shot back "Hurry up and go."
"I can't go with you looking" she cried.
"Well then I guess you can't go" Harry said "Because we wanna see you pee Hermione Granger."
Ron moved closer to her, so that they were practically nose to nose, and he whispered to her "We are going to see you pee."
And with that, Hermione woke. It was light outside, and Harry was sat at the table. She must have slept all night. However badly she needed to pee when she went to bed, it was nothing compared to this. She was very surprised that she hadn't wet the bed, and in fact she felt like just letting it all out right here where she lay. Even getting out of bed seemed like it would be too painful, but she going to have to. If she wet the bed, there would be no way of hiding it from Harry.
She got out of bed, and felt her bladder ache as her feet hit the ground.
"Morning" Harry said.
"Morning" She replied. She was not conscious of the way she was standing, but it was very obvious that she needed to go badly.
"Ron's in the bathroom at the minute" Harry said when he noticed the way Hermione was holding herself.
"Oh, I'll just wait then" she heard her voice crack as she said it.
Every second she felt the pain get a little bit worse. She was going to pee any minute now, and however much she might have worried about Harry and Ron hearing her pee before, it didn't matter anymore. She didn't care. She was going to sit on that toilet and she was going to pee. Ron needed to hurry up so she could get in.
However, three minutes passed and Ron was still in there. She couldn't wait, she was going to have to do something. She was looking around the tent for something to pee in. She spotted a water jug in the corner. For a moment, she had her mind set on peeing in it, but couldn't bring herself to do it. To pee in front of Harry like that? It couldn't happen. She was going to go outside, it was the only way.
"Oh for goodness sake" She shouted "I'm sorry about this Harry, but I can't hold it anymore."
She said nothing else, but made her way towards to the door of the tent, hoping Harry would understand what this meant and would never speak of it, but she was wrong.
"You mean you're going to pee outside?" Harry asked.
Hermione stopped in her tracks, freedom only a couple of steps away. Something about Harry saying this made it all too real.
"Harry...I...I have to."
It had started.
"But Hermione...you can't do that, a grown woman, urinating outside..."
She was peeing herself.
"Harry please..."
"I can't let you do that Hermione"
"HARRY!" She cried.
A wet patch was appearing on the front of her jeans, and it wasn't long before Harry noticed.
"Oh..." he said, but Hermione had gone.
She stood outside the tent, no longer able to control her own bladder. The dark patch became bigger and bigger as it spread to her legs and began to soak her feet. She didn't bother to pull her pants down, what was the point? She was already soaking wet.
Harry ran outside just in time to see a heavy stream running onto the ground from the crotch of Hermione's jeans. She started to cry but did not stop the flow, there was no way that she could. She stood for what felt like a lifetime, wetting herself in front of her best friend. Even after she finished, she stood for a long time not wanting to look at Harry in the eye. It was Harry that spoke first.
"Hermione..."
"Harry I'm...I'm so sorry you had to see that" she said, trying to hide her tears from him "I've been holding it since last night. Ever since we got here, I've been too afraid to go because...I don't know. I was embarrassed I suppose."
"Embarrassed?" Harry laughed "Me and Ron aren't going to judge you for going to the toilet, Hermione."
"I know" she said "It's stupid but..I can't go with you listening. I just can't."
"You think me and Ron stand with our ears pressed against the door every time you go in there? Of course not. We respect your privacy, and if you want me and Ron to talk extra loud every time you have to go the loo, we'll do that. Pee as loudly as you want. We'll sing if we have to."
Hermione laughed. The whole thing seemed incredibly silly now. She dried herself off and went back inside the tent. For the first time since they'd been in here, it felt like home. |
And here is the fourth and final chapter of this story. This is set much later in the book, so I will just give a spoiler warning for anyone that doesn't know what happens towards the end. Thanks for all the lovely feedback, I may be writing another story very soon.
Chapter 4: Learning from the Master
It was very unusual for the three of them to talk so openly about this kind of thing, it was not something they had really done before. But then again, they hadn't lived in such close proximity to each other for such a long period of time before. Eventually, the conversations about bodily functions ceased in favour of more pressing matters. Apart from the occasional acknowledgement of needing to go, they hardly talked about anything to do with peeing for a long time.
After the Battle of Hogwarts had ended and Voldemort had met his end, they were finally able to reunite with the people they had not had contact with for all these months, and the one person that all three of them were most anxious to spend time with was Ginny.
The four of them left the chaos that was the great hall and found a spot out on the grounds together. It had been so long since the four of them had just sat and talked. It didn't really matter what they were talking about, it was comforting just to know that they could do it freely.
"Look, I hate to bring it up" said Harry "But I'm really sorry about Fred."
Ron and Ginny looked at Harry with a sombre expression before looking at each other.
"Harry..." Ginny said "We knew from the start we weren't all going to make it. Fred was a fighter, he helped win this war. We couldn't be more proud of him. Honestly, I would feel more sorry for Teddy right now."
"Yeah" Harry said, as he felt his heart sink "I really should make sure he's ok, he is my responsibility now after all."
"Can we please talk about something else" Hermione said "It seems like a whole lifetime since we talked about anything other than this."
At that moment, Hagrid was striding across the grounds towards them.
"Ah, there yeh are!" he shouted, his voice carrying across the waters of the lake "I need yeh ter give me a hand with summat."
"What's that?" Harry shouted.
Hagrid had moved nearer to them so they were no longer shouting.
"Professor McGonagall wanted some people ter help move some stuff out o' the wreckage" Hagrid said.
"Oh, course" Ron said "Yeah alright, we'll come and help."
This was the opportunity Hermione had been waiting for.
"You go on ahead" Hermione told them "Me and Ginny will catch you up."
Harry and Ron did as they were told and Hermione and Ginny walked several yards behind them. Hermione had wanted to talk to Ginny privately since they'd been back in the castle.
"What is it that you want to tell me?" Ginny asked.
Hermione was not sure how best to approach it. She and Harry had been travelling together for several months, and Ginny probably knew that at one point they were alone together. She was bound to be suspicious and she didn't want that to play into it.
"I think Harry wants to get back together with you" Hermione said, thinking that would be a good place to start.
"Really?" Ginny asked "For real this time, though? He's not gonna go off and be a hero again and all that?"
"I think he really wants to" Hermione said "There were moments when he almost seemed torn up just at the mere possibility that something might have happened to you."
"I bet he sat and watched me on that map of his?" Ginny said.
"I saw him looking at the map" Hermione said "That was probably it."
"He's so predictable" Ginny said "So, what else makes you think that? Did he say anything about me?"
They had reached the topic Hermione was most anxious to discuss.
"Well, he told us a story" Hermione said "About...something that happened last year."
"He told you about the wetting didn't he?" Ginny said matter-of-factly.
"What?" Hermione said.
"I pissed myself all over the back of his legs" Ginny said, loud enough that anyone could hear.
"You're not upset that he told us?" Hermione asked.
"Why would I be upset?" she replied "Oh, Ginny has weird peeing habits. That's old news, even my parents know that."
"Well, you'll probably be interested to know that I wet myself a few times while we were away" Hermione said "And Ron told me all about how you used to do it on purpose all the time when you were little."
"That I did" Ginny said.
"Well, mine were all accidents" Hermione said "And what I don't understand is why you get off on it so much. I mean, it's humiliating for one thing. But it's also just downright unpleasant. You actually enjoy feeling it run down your legs? Having your knickers stick to your...well you know..."
"I do" said Ginny earnestly "Well, I used to. I did it for so long it just always felt comfortable. This last year I kinda lost my enthusiasm for it, to be honest. The way Hogwarts has been it has just felt like everything that was ever fun about this place was stripped away. If Hogwarts brought me no joy then peeing my pants definitely wouldn't."
"Well, listen" Hermione said "If that's what you like doing, that's fine by me. And, I think if you talk to Harry about this, you might find that it sparks your interest again."
"Really?" Ginny asked "What makes you say that?"
"Because I think Harry's interested in it" Hermione said "And I don't want you feeling threatened because there's nothing like that between Harry and me, but I started wetting myself in the tent one day and he could clearly see that I was wetting myself, but when I ran outside he ran out after me. And he stood and watched me do it.
And it was after that that we got onto the subject of you and your weird habits, and Harry seemed practically entranced by the whole thing. He's into it, Ginny. And as weird as it might be for me to think about whatever you two might get up to, it might open up a few possibilities for you both."
They had both stopped walking by this point. A silence had fallen between them and Hermione could tell from Ginny's face that her message had been clear. Ginny was contemplating something.
"Ok" Ginny said "I have this crazy idea. But I'm gonna need you to do something for me."
"What's that?" Hermione asked.
"How badly do you have to go right now?" Ginny asked.
"I don't have to go badly, but yeah I need to go" Hermione replied.
"Ok, that's fine" Ginny said "I have to go really bad and I'm gonna wet myself in front of Harry right before I ask him out. But I want you to try something. When I give you the word, I want you to start wetting too."
"What!?" Hermione shouted "No!"
"You've never done it on purpose before, have you?" Ginny asked "It's always been an accident. So how can you know whether you like it or not when it's always been out of your control?"
"I see your point" Hermione said "But how does that help you?"
"This isn't about me, this about you" Ginny replied "You helped me, now I'm helping you. I'll be right beside you, peeing at the same time as you, you'll be fine."
Ginny's confidence had always been helpful to Hermione. It had helped her with things that she never could have done on her own. And there was something about the way she spoke that suddenly made this crazy idea seem like a wonderful idea. She smiled at Ginny and nodded.
Ginny smiled back, and grabbed Hermione's hand. They started to run towards Harry and Ron who were way ahead of them now. They had stopped just outside the front gates.
"Hey Harry" Ginny shouted, causing both Harry and Ron to turn around "I want to show you something."
The four of them stood in a box shape, Ginny staring at Harry and Hermione staring at Ron. The two girls looked at each other, and nodded.
They released at the same time, and Hermione surprisingly found it very easy. Harry and Ron could not quite believe what they were seeing. Ginny's jeans were lighter in colour than Hermione's so her wet patch showed up much easier. It was obvious how much she had needed to go as Hermione finished peeing long before Ginny, and Ginny sighed heavily when her stream started. The two puddles that had formed around both girls was now becoming one as Ginny's was expanding ever outward. When Ginny finally stopped and her jeans were soaking wet they turned their heads to face each other once more and smiled.
"That" Ginny said, pointing at Hermione's small wet patch "Was for you!"
Ginny then turned to look at Harry.
"And this" Ginny gestured towards her urine-soaked clothes and the puddle of pee around her "Was for you. If you're interested in getting back together I would be very interested in doing this more often."
Harry grabbed Ginny and held her tight against him, trying to feel some of the wetness.
"I would love it if you did that more often" Harry said.
Ron was still staring at Hermione in disbelief, Hermione gave him a cheeky smile.
"You're just as balmy as she is" he said. |
A/N: This is the first part of a threeshot commission. The rest of the story is less omo-based and more sexual, so I won't be posting it here, but I will share the first chapter with you all.
Mint was no stranger to the spotlight. Having done ballet from a very young age, it was not at all unusual for her to be cast in the starring role as she grew, and at this point in her life, it was common. Still, she never got over the thrill of excitement she felt before every show, and she supposed that was why she still loved ballet so much after all these years.
But her latest performance had her even more excited than usual, because Zakuro was going to be in the audience. Mint had adored the older girl for so long, but it was rare for her to be able to come to shows, due to her own busy schedule. It was exciting to know that the woman of Mint's dreams would be out there, watching her do what she did best.
Her costume was difficult to get on and off and took up a lot of time, so she was sure to get ready as early as possible so that she could be the first to warm up. She wanted everything to go absolutely perfectly so that her idol would enjoy the show, and maybe even start to see Mint in a new light. It was most likely wishful thinking, but it was still a fantasy she could not help but entertain.
Before she knew it, she was onstage. It was dark and the curtains were closed and she got into her opening pose, ready to put her all into it. And then she felt a slight twinge in her bladder and realized that she had not visited a bathroom before she got into costume and felt very, very stupid for forgetting such an important step.
She decided that it was not too bad and that she could ignore it until the show was over, and resumed her dance. It was only slightly annoying, nothing she couldn't handle. She wished that she had remembered to go beforehand, of course, but she had been so intent on getting everything right that she had neglected it.
Though she started out confident that everything would work out alright for her, this confidence did not last long. As the first act drug on, her bladder ached more and more noticeably while she tried to maintain her composure. She did not let any of her desperation show in her dance, always remaining the perfect picture of poise, but she was starting to get nervous.
Soon enough, she was fighting off the urge to tremble, her bladder's protests ringing louder and louder. By the time intermission rolled around, she felt panicked, but she knew that it did not allow enough time for her to get in and out of her costume to take care of things. As tempting as it was, she would not ask them to extend the intermission by a few minutes and she would not risk missing the opening of the second act.
She was lucky, at least, that the second act was the last one. If it were a longer ballet, she would not be able to make it to end, but if she was lucky and used all her strength, there was a better chance of her making it to the end of this one. She spent the entirety of the intermission in her dressing room, crossing her legs and squirming and tapping her foot, trying to ease the pressure for the brief time she had.
Eventually, the time came for her to return to the stage, and she felt a strong pang in her bladder, as if it were warning her not to risk things. But no, she was better than that! She had to hold herself to a higher standard than most, and that meant she needed to be better as holding than the commoners. She was going to get through this without incident and everything would be okay. After all, Zakuro was watching!
For the first few minutes of the second act, she started to feel a little bit better, getting back in the swing of dancing, but that did not last long.
Ballet was never easy; with a full bladder, it would be nearly impossible for most people. Mint knew that she was better than most, but even so, she would not be able to keep this up much longer. But she had to, until the show was over, because she would not allow herself to mess up under normal circumstances, and with her idol in the audience, these were not normal circumstances.
It was more than just her pride driving her to do perfectly. She wanted Zakuro to be impressed with her performance and to see how mature and beautiful she could be, and if she wet herself on stage, that would absolutely never happen. And so the show went on while she fought against her most basic of needs, counting the steps left before she could end this dance and end this show.
Finally, finally, the last song was upon her and, with all her strength, she did what she could to press on, telling herself that if she could just ignore her bladder for a little bit longer, then she would be free to make a mad dash for the bathroom. She just had to get this last song perfect, and then everything would be okay.
She was proud to say that her poise never faltered, even as she felt herself grow close to losing control a few times. She did everything just as she was supposed to and landed her final pose with perfection, and had to hold back a sigh of relief as the audience began to applaud. She had done it! She had made it until the end of the show!
But then she felt it. A wet heat spreading between her legs, the unmistakable sensation of wetting herself, the telltale sign that she had not made it at all, and that she was most definitely losing control in front of everyone.
Still, she did not falter, holding the final pose until the audience stopped applauding, even as she felt her tights grown very wet. She hoped that they were dark enough and thick enough to disguise her accident, and she at least did not notice anyone pointing or laughing.
Finally, she could escape backstage, and she moved as quickly as possible before anyone could notice the trail that followed her as her bladder continued to empty. When she arrived at her dressing room, she had already finished, and was relieved to see that it was hardly visible on her tights. The only place where it was really noticeable was the crotch, but her tutu covered that. No mater how humiliating that had been, she was in the clear.
She sighed in relief, relaxing for a moment before she heard a knock on her door. “Come in,” she said, trying to keep the excitement out of her voice. She knew who it was, and though she wished she had had a chance to change, she knew Zakuro wouldn't be able to tell what had happened either way.
The older girl entered the room. “That was a fantastic show,” she said.
“Do you really think so?” Mint asked, and this time, she could not keep the excitement out of her voice, she was so pleased.
“Yes, I do, but that was quite the interesting ending. Is there any reason you wet yourself during the finale?” |
It was one of those warm summer nights where it doesn’t ever really get all the way dark outside, where even after the sun sets there’s still some of that purple glow left over in the sky. It was beautiful, really, I thought. See, this whole thing wasn’t really that bad after all. Sure, it was kinda a pain in the ass to drive all the way out in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night, but it was pretty cool, too, driving along with the wind in your hair, with not another soul on the road. And, of course, I couldn’t bitch too much. It was my girlfriend I was picking up, after all.
I didn’t really know what the whole story was. Emma, my girlfriend, had explained it to me over the phone, but I only really picked some of it up. I guess Emma and her sister had been out in some country town the whole day. Emma’s younger sister did some sort of ballet thing, and so she’d been dancing there some sort of town festival or some shit like that. Well, they were on their way home when her car just broke down on the side of the road. So here I was, driving out to pick the two of them up. I’d been driving for an hour, and had seen no sight of them yet, but I knew I had to be close.
I actually almost missed them; I was flying down the road when I heard someone call my name from behind. Quickly I looked behind me and saw Emma standing there, illuminated in my taillights. I slammed on the brake immediately, turning off the car and hopping out.
“God, am I glad to see you,” said my girlfriend, running up and giving me a kiss. “We’ve been stuck out here in the middle of fucking nowhere for two hours.”
I looked up to see her old car, lying on the side of the road. “Did you call a tow truck?”
She nodded. “Yeah. It’s on its way. I’m sure as fuck not gonna hang around to wait for it though.” Turning around, she called, “Halle! Gavin’s here!”
From the darkness behind Emma emerged her sister, Halle. She looked kinda weirdly hunched over, but I didn’t know. It was the middle of the night. My eyes were definitely playing all sorts of tricks on me at this point.
“Well, I guess we can get going,” I said, walking back over to my car and opening the side doors. Emma was right behind me, clambering into the passenger seat as I sat down in front of the wheel.
“Jesus, Halle, hurry up!” she called. I looked behind to see Halle shuffling along towards the car. She looked up at us, but didn’t give any reply, just increased her speed a little and climbed into the back. She shut the door, and I executed a perfect U-turn to get back onto the highway.
“Hey, Gav?” asked Emma, as I gathered speed.
“Yeah?”
“Is it possible you could stop somewhere along the way? Halle really has to pee, and I wouldn’t mind going myself,” she said.
I nodded, looking back at the girl in my backseat. Well, now it made sense why she was looking so tense and uncomfortable. She had to be bursting after waiting out there for so long. I mean, not that she was the most talkative person anyway, but she had seemed unusually quiet.
She looked up as soon as her name was mentioned, a blush crawling over her cheeks. “I mean, it’s not really a big deal,” she murmured.
“I’ve had to put up with two hours of your bitching about having to pee,” commented Emma. “I’d like that to end as soon as possible.”
“Emma,” she said, blushing even more. Just then, it seemed that a sudden spasm hit her; she hunched over, a frantic look crossing her face as she jammed her hands into the crotch of her leotard, wriggling around in the back seat.
“Yeah, I mean, I think there’s a rest stop up here somewhere,” I said, stepping on the gas. It was pretty obvious to me that the situation was urgent. Luckily, the roads were empty, and I could go a comfortable ten miles above the speed limit with no problems.
It wasn’t long before my girlfriend fell asleep, looking as gorgeous as always even after two hours spent in a cornfield. I just concentrated on staying awake, shooting a concerned glance to the back every once in awhile. Halle was obviously in bad shape. She was squirming around constantly now, sitting on one of her heels and pushing it into her crotch with her hands, bouncing up and down, with the frantic look still on her face. I still didn’t see any sign of that rest stop anywhere, but I knew it was coming up somewhere. I hoped so, anyway.
Suddenly, I heard a sharp gasp behind me.
“Everything alright back there?” I asked, not wanting to take my eyes off the road. I didn’t get an answer.
Looking back, I saw Halle with her face screwed up in concentration, hands clamped down on her crotch with a death grip. I had sisters; I knew that she wasn’t likely to last another five minutes, not to mention the time it would take to find the rest stop.
“Here,” I said, pulling off on the shoulder of the road. “You can just go on the side of the road here. I won’t look or anything -”
“It’s too late,” she whimpered, eyes downcast, just as I saw something glisten near her crotch. Everything was dead silent as I watched the pee burst forth, running in small rivulets down her thighs and staining the fabric of her leotard. The golden liquid pooled beneath her, and I inwardly groaned as I saw the fabric of the seat begin to absorb it. All I could hear was the sound of hissing as more and more pee burst forth from her, dripping down to the floor of the car. She began to sob, the pee still coming. The crotch of her leotard was soaked, making them completely translucent; I could see clear through to her panties, also flooded. Quickly, I averted my eyes, but I couldn’t block out the sounds of the pee trickling down to the floor and her forceful sobs.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry,” she said, sounding completely dejected. I looked back at her tear-streaked face with what I hoped was a comforting smile.
“It’s alright. It isn’t the first or last time someone’s pissed in here,” I said, hearing the sound of her stream die away. I could see why she’d been so desperate; the girl had pissed enough to fill a reservoir. “Could happen to anyone. You have any clothes to change into?”
She shook her head. “I forgot. I only have… these…” She burst into a fresh round of tears.
“Well, shit. You probably want to get out of those, though. There’s a blanket in the back; you can wear that until we get home.”
She nodded, unbuckling her seatbelt, wiping her tears, and crawling back to the trunk. I took the time to inspect the damage to the seat; it was bad. Oh, well. Shit happens; that’s pretty much my motto these days.
It was then that I saw Emma’s eyes open, and she sat up with a yawn. “Aren’t we at the rest stop yet? I gotta take a piss!”
I sighed, pulling back out on the road. It looked like I had an even longer night ahead of me. |
I wasn't really sure how a henry stickman story would turn out, but I decided I would make one. This is based off the Henry Stickman game "Fleeing the Complex". I highly recommend you play it so you get what this is about.
Here's the link:
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/665992
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Henry Stickman, one of the most intelligent, skilled criminals in the buisness. And a skilled criminal means a high protected jail, in a black room. Wait... why is everything black? Suddenly a light turned on and Henry was greeted by a man with a Russian accent.
"Ah, hello Henry. Welcome to The Wall. Some of the most nutorious criminals are kept here. And now we have the infamous Henry Stickman. You're gonna be here for a long time."
Henry was sent to a chamber where they keep the hostages while waiting for cell transfer. There was a guard watching the hallway from the entrance of the chamber and a red haired girl who was also cuffed. From where things were going Henry knew he had options to attempt escape. From what he could think of, the easiest solution now would be to get a boost up to the trapdoor in the ceiling.
"Psst... AHEM... hey, could you get me up there?"
"Sure, come on I'll boost you up." said the girl. With that, Henry got to the ceiling, opened the door, and snuck into the vent, breaking the cuffs an getting the girl out.
"Thanks. The name's Ellie. Now come on, we need to get out of here." Little did Henry know, Ellie had a bit of a problem. Just between you and me, there was a little something they did to Ellie before sending her to the chamber. Since she was the only female the guards decided to have a little fun with waiting for the transfer. Basically they forced her to drink some sort of liquid that looks like something Henry would use. Surprisingly nothing happened, but it was extremely diuretic, and you could tell what that meant.
Anyways, back to the work at hand. Ellie was extremely desperate from that drink, but had to focus on escape. That still couldn't keep her from keeping her legs crossed and using her hands to hold back any chance she got. Skipping to the 'two elevators' section, Henry and Ellie tried using the hats to blend in with the guards. But, that ended them getting into a cell, together. Henry, being the smart one, used his inventory of items, and picked out the laser plane.
They ended up falling to the room with the computer and the phone. Ellie leaked a bit, but still managed to hold on. Henry took the phone and called for the Toppat clan.
"Yes, hello? Henry!? Where are you!? A complex, called the wall? ah, ye- yes sir, we'll be right there! hang tight, i'll tell you when we're there." Henry told Ellie that he phoned his friend the Toppat leader, and he didn't get exact time about when they would be here.
"Oh, I hope they'll be here soon..." Ellie was worried as she still didn't get the chance to release that drink. She paced the room Crossing legs, hand in crotch, and an hour later told Henry about her problem. Henry knew they had no choice but to wait for them to be here.
2 hours after the call, they were finally at the wall. "Where exactly are you? the cafeteria? ok, uh, how exactly do you want us to do this?"
The toppat clan sent a drill to attack the guards, and Henry went out to deal with it, telling Ellie to wait in there. Ellie noticed Henry left a piece of paper, and he had the number for the government. Ellie dialed the number and called the guy you Henry Stickman fans should know all about. After that, Ellie got into the helicopter after sneaking out to the heli pad.
"Hey, uh, I really need to use the bathroom, do you have anything I could use?"
"Sure," said the pilot. "I got a bucket back there, but it's all I got." Ellie didn't really care anymore as she was holding it ever since the beginning of this story. So she just grabbed it, and let nature do what it wants. It was pleasuring to finally release the pain in her bladder. The bucket was nearly full after that, and Ellie just dumped it into the ocean.
"Jeez, how much was in that bottle?"
Meanwhile, the drama outside was intense. There was gunfighting in the cafeteria all over.
"COME ON MAN, WE GOT TO GO! GET TO THE AIRSHIP!"
Henry got on his badass motor scooter and ramped up to the airship. The leader grabbed him by the wrist saving him from fatal death.
"phew! That was a close one Henry! But i'm not going to pull you up. See, without you I've become the leader of the toppat clan again. I just wanted to look you in the eyes as I took it all back. Goodbye Henry."
Henry was then dropped as he fell in slow motion to his fatal death. right when he was about to fall into the ocean, he was grabbed by someone.
"Don't worry, I got you!" Ellie had caught Henry on the heli she was riding.
"That was a close one, Henry. Glad you guys are ok!" Said Charles, the heli driver from the government. "Well, let's get out of here before the toppat clan comes to try and kill us."
With that, they flew off, leaving the complex to fight the toppat clan alone.
THE END
I know it was a bit inaccurate from the actual storyline of the game, but I decided to think of the outcome from the ending and fail I used from the game. Hope you enjoyed the first Henry Stickman omo story at least to me! |
This is my first time ever writing anything fiction, let alone an omo fic. Let me know what you think ^~^
Chapter 1: Family Reunion
Angela's Accident
Chapter 1: Family Reunion
Angela was like any other sixteen year old. She went to high school, gossiped about boys, and knew how to party. Despite her wild side, Angela considered herself to be a good girl... hanging out with her best friends Tara and Maddie is what brought out her mischievous side.
It was Saturday morning, and after a night of partying with her two best friends, Angela woke up with a nagging hangover. To her surprise, she woke up in her own bed, despite not being able to remember the majority of the night before. "Shit" Angela said to herself , remembering the family reunion her mom was dragging her to today. Angela hated going to these. They were always the same: everyone would pretend they are happy to see each other, then they would ask if she has a boyfriend, and then Angela would hide outside in the garden, reading her book and ignoring her pesky family. Emily reluctantly got out of bed, and wobbled over to the bathroom to relive her bladder which was full from her previous night of drinking. After emptying her yellow safe, Angela stripped out of the clothes she was still wearing from the night before, and hopped into the shower. Once she got out of the shower and dried off, she noticed a gaudy floral dress neatly laid out across her bed. “Great” she thought “not only will I have to spend my day with these miserable people, but I’ll have to do it wearing this monstrosity of an outfit. She sighed with distaste as the oversized floral sack enveloped her petite body. “I look like a table cloth” she thought to herself, “why can’t I wear my own clothes?” she moaned, whilst being swallowed by the flowery crime covering her size two waist and C cup breasts. She could hear her mother calling her downstairs to help load the car; “no use in complaining” she mumbled under her breath. Angela and her mother packed up the car, and headed off. A three hour car ride to see people she didn’t even care about. Sigh.
As predicted, Angela was greeted at the gathering with small talk and, as expected, overly-personal questions about her love life. She absent-mindedly indulged her relatives, just as she had done dozens of times before. It was almost routine, but her relatives always seemed to enjoy it. Her mind was busy strategizing the best route to get outside, rather than engaging in the conversation she was currently having. Finally, her aunt brought out the hors d’oeuvres, creating the perfect distraction for Angela to sneak out the back door. She made her way across the kitchen, and headed out through the patio door. Free at last. She made her way to her usual hiding spot: behind the garden shed, tucked away behind the rose bushes. She took a seat against the wooden structure and pulled out her novel and litre of Pepsi from her knapsack. Angela took a swig of her drink and cracked open her novel.
After a half-hour passed, Angela began to feel the sensation of her bladder against her abdomen. She didn’t think much of this, and continued reading her book. Another fifteen minutes passed, and her bladder was starting to hurt. By now, it was almost completely full with a litre of Pepsi. Angela weighed the severity of her need to go, against the prospect of being barraged by chit-chat and cheek pinching from her relatives. She decided she could hold it. She was met with regret when she felt her bladder twinge, creating a small, warm, yellow patch on her frilly white panties. To her surprise this accidental leak provided no relief, but rather made thr need to relieve herself become even more urgent. "I can't go in there" she thought "I would rather have an accident" She immediately took that back once a longer, more forceful spurt escaped her bladder. The wet spot on her panties was now the size of a baseball, causing her to feel the warm dampness of the fabric cling to her clean-shaven womanhood.
Angela realized the urgency of her situation, and decided against her better judgment to go back to the house to relieve her poor, swollen bladder. She was reluctant to stand up, as she wasn't sure if her overstretched bladder could handle the agitation. She shifted herself on to her knees, and slowly stood herself up. Doing this caused a third spurt to trickle out of her bladder, saturate the baseball-sized wet patch on her panties, and run down her leg. Her leak was absorbed by her sock. By now, the patch soaked almost all the way through her panties, further cementing Angela's desperate need to empty her aching bladder. The third leak caused her to reflexively shove her hands between her legs, like a helpless little girl. She was so humiliated that she was about to have an accident and all she could do was hold herself and cross her legs like a child. She hobbled across the backyard, leaking with each step, as she made her way to the back door. She sighed with relief as she reach the sliding glass door. "I'm so close to relief" she thought. To open the door, she hesitantly removed one of her hands from between her legs, causing a drip of warm, yellow pee to drip down from her panties and be absorbed by the wooden porch. Shamefully she looked down at the wet drops she had created on the deck. "I need to go right now" she said aloud. She went to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. "Fuck... they must have locked the door" she thought. Tears welled up in her eyes; the pain from her bladder was overwhelming and the chance to relieve her distended bladder was ruined. "I have to do something or I'm not going to make it" she said as she frantically started banging on the door hoping that someone - anyone - would hear her knocking and let her in. She knocked for what felt like days, but nobody came. By now, short spurts of pee were running down her legs every ten seconds or so. The wet patch on the porch was the size of a basketball now and her white socks were now tinged yellow, soaked with pee. Angela had never felt so embarrassed in her life. She whimpered as she shoved her hand back between her legs, a desperate (but pathetic) attempt to hold back the inevitable flow. "I-I can't hold it" she said, choked up by her tears. She felt a sharp pressure against her bladder. She pressed her hands between her legs as hard as she could with no avail. The pee gushed through her once-white panties and all over her hands. It trickled back and soaked through her dress, down her legs, and saturated her cotton shoes. It dribbled onto the deck, creating a puddle that seemed to be the size of Mexico. Angela knew she was defeated, but still desperately attempted to hold back the flow. She crossed her legs as tightly as she could, but the pee just kept flooding out. She was having an accident like a child and she couldn't do anything to stop it.
Her eyes were filled with tears as she fell to her knees in shame, causing her dress to absorb even more pee from her huge puddle. She sat there sobbing letting the urine flow out of her without any resistance. She had given up. She had never felt so humiliated in her life. She was sitting in a puddle of her own pee which could have been easily prevented if she hadn't been so stubborn. She composed herself and stood back up, her dress dripping with per, and knocked on the back door once more. To her surprise, her great aunt answered the door. "My dear, what in the world happened to you, young missy?" her aunt interrogated. Angela hesitated "I just couldn't hold it in any longer" she answered "I tried my best... I just couldn't h-hold it in." Her eyes welled up from embarrassment. Her aunt looked so disappointed. "Well, let's get you cleaned up" she scoffed "you are a full-grown lady and this is not acceptable" her aunt grabbing her by the arm and pulling her inside. She marched Angela through the crowd huffing and hoffing, making sure to create a scene. Angela's whole family was now made aware of her humiliating accident.
Angela changed into one of her aunt's dresses, even gaudier than her own, and reluctantly joined her family. If she was dreading invasive questions before, she had just made things so much worse. |
Wondering in the woods
It was a hot, sunny day and I am from the countryside, so I decided to take a hike in the woods. The woods are cool and refreshing, but the hiking still makes me sweat. I like it when my top gets a little wet and then the air cools me down.
I was just 5 minutes into the woods when I noticed that I had to pee soon. I was usually drinking water all day when it was hot like that. After another 15 minutes I started to look for places where I could go pee. It was not urgent yet, so I took my time.
10 minutes later I really started to feel the urge right at my pee pee hole. There was a pressure mounting. Just when I wanted to go into the bushes, a hiker showed up on the path, coming towards me. I could not go right now and I could also not show how badly I needed to pee. The time it took for him to pass me seemed like forever, with my bladder approaching bursting point any second now.
A quick greeting would help distract the man from my bodily state, I hoped.
"Hello"
"Hello"
"Is this the way towards Waynesworth?"
*oh no, he was asking me something!*
"Uhm, yes, if you continue on this path for another 30 minutes, you will find a sign that has Waynesworth on it"
"Great, thank you! Would you mind if I had a sip of water from you? I got a little lost and have no water left."
*oh noo.. this takes too long, I need to peeeee!!*
"Oh, yes of course, take my bottle."
We had to wait for him to finish drinking. The water bubbling through the bottle made me crazy. I had to pee soo badly. A rush of urgency overcame me. I felt it would shoot out with such power that I might even rip my panty. I had to do something in a split second and I..
.. grabbed my crotch. Really hard and deep with one hand. I bent over slightly as well and turned a little to the side, so he would not notice.
But it was too little too late as he asked:
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, I just need to pee"
"Oh, sorry, I won't bother you any longer"
*yes, I might be able to dash into the bushes and make it*
"Alright, see you"
"I hope so. You are a beautiful woman"
"Oh, thank you. That was sweet, I really can't wait any longer though"
*I feel pee in my crotch, it's getting warmer down there*
I started to make a run for it and just left him standig there.
An ocean of hot pee was trying to get out of my tiny pee hole and I just could not hold it any longer. Barely 5 meters further uphill, with the best immediate cover I could find – which was just a small branch – I pulled my hiking skirt up, squatted and just let the pee flow through my panty and spandex leggings.
Ohh what a relief. It was so powerful, I almost felt like disturbing the animals in the woods. What a gusher. A wide spread, thick stream unloaded onto the ground and quickly carved a hole. It filled with pee, overflowed and a small pee stream started flowing downhill.
It became bigger and bigger as I just could not stop peeing. I was broken, my bladder had won and all the pee could just flow freely.
As I finished, I fet like I had peed for 3 minutes straight. I was actually standing at the edges of a huge puddle that had formed between my legs. Had it not been for the pee river down the hill, I would have soaked my shoes.
My brain started to work again and I realized the situation I was in.
Just when I thought: "How do I clean myself now?"
I heard a voice behind me
"That must have felt good. Do you need a handkerchief?"
I immediately started to blush and by the time I turned around, my face was as red as a tomato.
"I.. uhm.. ah.. hum... well.. would you mind turning around then?"
*I feel happy. This guy had just basically watched me have an orgasm of pee here in the woods. The weather is great, I am young, I feel free*
"No, sure. Of course I will turn around, don't worry"
I took his bag of tissues and went a little further up the hill again. There was a plateau of sorts with some bushes against a large rock, about 4 meters high. The space in between the bushes and the rock was perfect to undress and clean up without anyone noticing – now that I knew of at least one person that was in the area.
I took off my shoes, my socks were soaked, so I took them off as well. Then I removed the leggings. They were so wet that it felt heavy. I quickly took off my panty, letting it slide from my bare feet.
Stepping out of my panty, I bent over to start cleaning my feet. After a while - I had just cleaned up to my knees - I felt something falling on my back and it sounded full of energy.
I got up and felt it fall up my back onto the back of my head and now right onto my head. Now it felt like a shower and right at that moment, I noticed the water spattering around me.
"Hey!!" I shouted, trying to look up.
Then it stopped. I heard nothing. Just birds chirping. I looked around, there was no one there.
"What a stupid prank" I thought. "Now I need to change completely"
Luckily, I had another pair of panties – I am a woman after all – and a jogging suit in reserve. I kept that in my bag in case I stayed out longer and it got late and cold.
*I could actually get dressed well enough to get back home on bare feet*
I unzipped my vest, removed my top and just started contemplating whether I needed to take off the sports bra as well, when I noticed something strange.
There was a smell of pee.
Of course I had just peed myself, so that was not unusual in itself, but I had one of these rare moments when you instantly feel a hot sensation in your clitoris, your vagina gets wet, you breathe a little faster and your head gets warm. I got aroused! Why?!
Is being naked in the woods and realizing that I would be totally bare after unhooking my bra a fetish of mine that I did not know about? I.. I was unsure, so I quickly felt up my vagina, sticking a finger half way in. Oh yes, I was so wet and open.. I was like a female who got biologically ready to mate.
But with whom? Haha, I started smiling at the random thought.
Then I heard a noice. I quickly ducked behind the bushes:
"Who is there?" I asked.
"It's me" a familiar-sounding voice answered.
*oh no, THAT guy again, why has he not walked on?*
"You found a nice spot. I need to pee, you know, I'll just go over there." he continued.
I stayed in my hideout, but the guy was walking towards me! I could see a little bit through the bushes, but only enough to see small parts of the person. I heard him stop just outside of my bush-wall. Then..
*what the fuck??*
He unzipped and took out a rather big penis. I am serious, I am not writing this to make it sound like a cheap pornographic act, I am just telling you the truth. And I remember very well, that he had impressed me at that moment.
He aimed his penis towards.. Me!! ?? Before I could say anything, a strong stream drilled through the leaves and the split streams and loose spatters of pee hit me all over my body. I raised my hand across my face and made a surprised sound like "ahh" or something, not worth mentioning any further, but that was my reaction.
He just continued.
*This could not be a coincidence.. he knew that I was hiding here.. what is going on?*
I somehow did not say anything. I was just too.. overwhelmed, shocked, aroused, naked. I meant to go for a hike, now look what has happend in the past 5 minutes!
He finished, then I heard him walk around the bushes to the right side, where you could get to where I was.
I quickly took my pile of clothes and tried to cover myself, awaiting him to see me soon. I heard him approach.
"Look at you", he said. "You are completely wet, haha!" he laughed, then came closer and bowed down to the side of my head. He whispered into my ear "and I mean... ..completely"
My face turned red again, I could feel it. I was anxious, surprised, flabbergasted and still fairly naked somewhere in the woods. Drops of pee were dripping slowly from my pubic hair onto the leaves below. Not my own pee.
It was silent and we both could literally hear how wet I was.
*I can't talk. What is going on*
I could not talk anymore. I wanted to, but it didn't happen. How do you talk? It's pretty much automatic, but it didn't "start". There was not much time to talk anyway..
"Don't be scared. This is a comfortable place. Our bodies will explain this to each other" he whispered into my ear again.
I felt a cold shiver run down my back. Something that can make me a little wet by itself sometimes"
*What does he mean by that?*
While I was thinking, he held his hand over my eyes so I could not see anymore.
Gently.
He was very gentle and had a soft voice, I have to give him that.
And he pushed me a little backwards. I was sitting on my heels initially. He increased the pressure and I felt his other hand firmly support the back of my head.
He pushed me back and I rolled off on my back. Then he gently laid my head down, removing the hand below. He still covered my eyes with his other hand and now he did something.
*What should I do? CAN I do something?*
I heard a zipper, then felt a finger on my lips. A pretty big finger. My mouth was halfway open so I could breathe more comfortably with the hand putting a little pressure on my nose.
Then it got warm on my lip, around my mouth, down my neck, towards my ears, on my cheeks and in my mouth.
*Soup?*
"You can drink it" he said.
I was relieved, he was just taking care of me. Really sweet. Maybe some chinese tea or strange soup? I did not know.
I drank some of it.
I did notice a pee smell again though, but I was lying with my pee drenched clothes on my belly on my back in pee that he had just shot through the bushes..
*wait a minute. He had just peed towards me, so why should he take care of me now?*
"I will remove my hand now, you can open your eyes, but you don't have to. Our bodies don't need vision to talk"
*this is either going to be great or the biggest mistake of my life*
I left my eyes closed. Then the finger pushed a little onto my lip. I opened my mouth to approach it with my tongue. Just to feel it. I went around the tip with my tongue when I realized "oh my god, it's.. could it be??"
I took it into my mouth and closed my lips around it. Definitely, this was no finger. This felt more like a man's penis.
I had only tasted one two times before, when I tried blowjobs with some youth boyfriend as a teenager. But I did not like it back then and I thought he did not need it either, his penis was always hard anyway.
I was never a really sexual person.
I just did it a few times because everyone did it. Just to be cool, you know?
But this was different. This penis was getting bigger only now that I had put my lips around it. He was also pushing it a little further in.
It suddenly felt warm again. This time I knew it right away. He was peeing into my mouth. I let it out through my lips, along his penis, down my cheeks and ears – I was still lying on my back.
The hot sensation between my legs happened another time.
*I obviously get aroused by pee?!*
He was finished just after a small spurt, then he started to go in and out of my mouth. I let him, I even tried to take it in and out with my lips and tongue. I think he enjoyed it, because I heard him breathe more heavily.
His penis was throbbing and really hard now. I used my hands - I had forgotten that I had them – to cover my vagina with the clothes from my belly. The damp clothes felt exciting on my genitals and I decided to slide a hand underneath to feel my pussy.
It was throbbing and swollen, slippery wet - not only on the inside - and it felt amazing when I touched it.
*Wow, what is going on with my body?*
Now, in hindsight – using my mouth to stimulate a man's penis is not as arousing in itself than you might think. I don't get sexual stimulation out of it. But the thought of being used here, lying in my pee, having just wet myself - it was such an arousing thought.
I mean, I had caused this. It was my fault. I wet myself more or less in front of a stranger, then didn't notice him. I kind of lured him here!
*Poor guy, I think he earned this*
I felt so cheap and actually humiliated, being naked in this pee place with a strangers dick in my mouth. I mean: he had peed into my mouth and I drank it. His AND my pee were drying on my skin – everywhere.
However, this was the most arousing feeling I had ever felt. It was so intense that I took control of me. My body was obviously showing heavy signs of arousal and it was matching my brain. I got lost in my own space. Eyes closed, focussing on sensations. The penis comig in, sliding over my wet and soft tongue, grinding along my cheek, between my teeth, touching the soft spots back in my throat, then leaving at just the right moment for everything to get back to normal, then sliding in again, throbbing, searching, essentially violating.
Violating my soul in a way that I was getting more and more lost in my own quest to reach orgasm.
I was now rubbing my clit at a steady pace with firm pressure. Juices were flowing from my vagina, I felt the sticky fluid between my ass cheeks, running down.
Now there was a pressure on my clothes-pile. Something was making it's way through. Slowly, but soon enough his hand reached my hand. I think it was only now that he realized I was touching myself.
The clitoris being taken care of by myself, he slid his hand further down and – unconventional for this gental "giant", he started to enter me with his fingers quite eagerly.
Sloppy wet sounds were now not only coming from my mouth, which was dripping pee and saliva left and right, but even more so from my vagina.
I had the cold wet clothes pile on top, so it was hushed, but being able to feel both spots intensely, I could enjoy the full experience either way.
He was getting a little wilder.
*Poor guy, I made him go crazy when he realized I was pleasing myself*
I was happy. He knew he was safe. What a risk did he taken. I could have said no at any time. I could - and normally would have - reacted totally differently. At least I had always thought that I would never end up with a stranger in a position even remotely like this, because I would stop it way earlier.
But the connection of circumstances that day had just led this way and it was good. I felt safe and I felt needed, wanted, hungered for. The way he used his fingers inside me, the velocity of his movements, everything pointed towards the secure assumption that he was pleased with what I was offering, which made me feel proud of myself.
"Take me inside" he said. "Please"
and surprising to you and me, at this point, I automatically talked. Like people always do. I was functioning again!
I guess it was because he said please, which conveyed a certain weakness, actually a weakness bordering on kindness in my experience back then.
Him showing this kindness made me feel in control of myself again.
He removed his penis from my mouth and I immediately started missing the feeling. I wanted that combination, those two spots. One where I get used more, but he gets pleasured. The other where I get pleasured two ways while he has to do some work. They were balanced.
"No." I said, smiling, hoping he would have his eyes open.
I still had mine closed.
"Come here" I said, with an impudent tone.
And I found his penis where I imagined it would be, grabbed it firmly and put it back into my mouth.
*It feels really nice in my hand: firm, thick, soft and manly at the same time*
It felt the same in my mouth and I felt good pleasuring it.
He was not fighting my decision. It was an egoistic decision, ignoring his wish to enter me right there and then, I had him use his hand to do the dirty work instead. Poor guy, but he did not need much stamina, as I was very aroused already.
I felt myself approach orgasm and the atmosphere got more dense. My mind focused on that one big feeling approaching.
*A little like that huge pee pressure earlier*
It was coming. There was no doubt. As sure as I had peed my pants, I would orgasm here in the woods, under a pile of wet clothes, fingered by a man or at least someone with two hands and a penis.
"Ohhh.. yeeeeeeeees" "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck" "Shiiiiiit" "Ohhrhchr myyyyyyyyy god"
I came intensely and loud. No, I didn't know that I would swear like that, sorry! I had never exploded like that before. Not even close.
That "Ohhrhchr" was not a typo, it was my sore throat trying to utter a last, loud sound after the brutal energy of my first full blown pee orgasm had hit me and it was not like an Oohhhhhhh it was more like a gargling Ohhrhchr.
I was riding his finger, grinding my vagina up and down with my hips, vigorously using my mouth on him - when I came.
Now that I lay there defenseless, totally exhausted, I let my arms fall to the sides and stretched my legs.
"Ohhh that was amazing.. now you can do to me whatever you want" I said, actually yawning during the "whatever", because of exhaustion.
I did not hear anything. Instead, I felt drops on my neck, breasts and belly. I think one hit me right in my belly button. A loud, manly moaning could be heard. I heard it beter in my right than in my left ear.
Then he walked towards my feet, I was ready for everything. However, my anticipation faded when I noticed the steps going further away.
I opened my eyes and wanted to see where he was going, but when I opened the lids, I was looking directly into the bright sun, because there were no trees on the rock to block it.
Blinded for a moment, I rubbed my eyes and sat up. When I could see a little, no one was there anymore. I could not just jump up, as my body was numb from the orgasm. I saw the pile of clothes on my lap and on there was a big load of white goo.
*He came on my pee clothes*
It was obvious. He had ejaculated onto my clothes rather than my mouth or breasts. The drops I had felt were just landing early on their way to the pile. Essentially, he would have hit my vagina if it hadn't been for the clothes.
*haha*
I felt relief. I had somehow gotten into this and I had survived the situation. My parents had warned me about a lot of things and on top of that list were men in a 1 on 1 situation out in the woods.
But I was lucky. No violence, at least not towards me – I don't know what would have happened if I had said "no". No pregnancy, I felt good, I was satisfied, I actually had had the best orgasm ever, I found out that pee could make my vagina ready for mating and I was proud of my unique experience.
The sun was shining and I was naked in the woods.
Everything was alright. I smiled and dreamed about the act that had just taken place between the two human genders.
*this was the most arousing thing ever*
I concluded, got up, took a quick pee to get the bacteria out of my urethra (it actually even felt great to pee after that stimulation), put on my jogging suit, stuffed all the "sexed" and pee wet clothes into my backpack and went back to the path.
"There you are"
*Whaaaaat??*
the guy from earlier ran down the path from the direction I came from.
"I still had your bottle, sorry! I had walked on quite a bit and couldn't get back here sooner. I ran all the way."
"I uhm.."
*What is going on? This guy is really exhausted and I am not sure he sounds like the one who touched me*
"J..just put it down, I'll pick it up later"
"Well okay then, thanks again"
He put the bottle down and left towards the direction he had come from. I actually needed to go the same way, but I was a little shocked and hesitant.
If he had just told the truth... who had been THAT guy I just had had some sort of pee sex with?
*Was that a wet stain on his pants or just a shadow?*
I was wondering in the woods.
The Endwritten by Sinna 22nov-2015© 2pee4you, www.sexysinna.com |
Fiona stepped into the cabin, closed the heavy curtains, and slipped off her jeans and panties in one motion. She couldn't help but glancing down at her naked legs, and started to feel upset immediately over the clearly visible hair. She had just shaved two days ago, and her vulva had already started to get stubby, pimply and itchy again. At another occasion, she would have searched for her tweezers and dealt with the annoying black strands on her thighs.
But today, she didn't have the time. She was a bit nervous, but also excited for her fourth lesson. With two quick pumps with the wall dispenser, she put a cold blob of lube onto her palm. She held her palm flat to pre-warm the lube. Her lady parts were feeling swollen and slightly sticky already - maybe she didn't even need the lube today. But those were the rules, and Fiona figured it couldn't hurt either. One-handed, she pulled out the special pair of pants from her backpack. She spread the lube on the soft dildo that was attached to the inner seams between the thigh sections. She maintained her grip for a few seconds to make sure that it was charged. Yes, it heated up nicely, and had already started to stiffen too. Fiona wiped her hands on a towel on the wall, and carefully stepped into the two leg holes. With slightly bent knees, she slowly pulled up the waist band and maneuvered the warm dildo into her vagina. This time, she finally managed to do that without getting lube onto her thighs. She threw her clothes into the backpack and pulled back the curtains to exit the cabin.
Walking didn't work completely normally with this thing between her legs, but Fiona figured it was like walking with high heels, and she'd get used to it with a bit of practice. It wasn't too uncomfortable, either. Just a bit unusual.
Martha seemed genuinely happy to see her. "Fiona, I'm so glad you're here. Just sit down, make yourself comfortable! Anything to drink? Orange juice?"
Fiona, feeling suddenly flustered, just managed to smile back and nodded in response. While Martha waltzed into the adjacent room to fetch two drinks, Fiona put her backpack down quietly on the hardwood floor and sat down stiffly on the edge of the enourmous blue armchair. Sitting down created a sudden pressure, which felt uncomfortable. The dildo softened almost immediately, and Fiona relaxed her pose and sat back.
Martha re-emerged, with a radiant smile on her face and two large glasses in her hands. Her loud steps were only barely muffled by her warm slippers, and her loose silk pajamas scrooped with every move. With barely concealed excitement, she declared: "I found a very nice story for today. It's even one of my favorites. I'm curious to see if you like it too!". She gave the orange juice to Fiona, and set down her glass of water next to her own armchair.
In Fiona, excitement, curiosity and anxiousness seemed to flurry together. "Is it... anything like... our second lesson?", she asked tentatively. Martha took a moment to sit down, to switch on the reading light and to reach for the book. She sat in an island of light, with Fiona almost vanishing in the surrounding dimly lit room. "No, don't worry. I want you to enjoy my stories, not to be scared of them. Today's just about some friends having fun on summer vacation."
Fiona exhaled, relieved. Meeting Martha's gaze, she exclaimed with fresh confidence: "OK, I'd like to hear that." She took a sip of her drink, grabbed the large blanket and wrapped herself into it. Warm and cozy.
Martha leaned back, lowered her reading glasses and opened the book.
She started to tell the story of a young couple, going on a beach trip together. She made sure to explain their relationship and interactions in detail. During the trip, she described the driver, Larry, to be desperate for a bathroom break. Fiona picked up on this detail and remembered that she needed to pee too. When the group arrived at the ocean, Larry ran straight into the water and peed into his swimwear.
Fiona, with the official permission to copy everything that happened in the story, was glad for this opportunity.
After a quick glance to make sure that Martha wasn't looking, she put her legs together under the blanket, and built up a bit of pressure. She was rewarded with a warm spurt of pee. Now that the dam was broken, she allowed herself to relax and let a small stream flow out of her labia. When the warm liquid started pooling between her legs, Fiona laid her arms onto the armrests, relaxed her fists and closed her eyes. Her eyelids were fluttering from quiet joy. She really liked feeling this slow release of pressure. Even when she was in a hurry, she usually tried to draw out her peeing sessions for this reason. She mentally followed the sensation of timid warmth slowly extending inch for inch down her lap. The soft hissing of her stream quickly became an inaudible pulsation, and the pool between her legs filled up higher and higher. Only when the first rivulets started to roll down on the outside Fiona's thighs, she opened her legs slightly. She felt the flow of a dozen small tiny trickles that ran down her inner thighs and passed effortlessly through the fabric of her pants. The liquid was soaked up immediately by the soft seat of the armchair, leaving only a quickly vanishing wave of heat under Fiona's legs. With a hint of regret, she clenched, stopping the flow. Her pelvis responded with a pulse of desperation. Fiona fought it down and relaxed again.
When paying attention to the story again, she realized that she must have missed a couple of sentences in Martha's story. Larry and his girlfriend Sue were already busy having slow sex in a tent. That was quick! When Fiona listened to the descriptions, she realized that she felt somewhat envious of Sue's joy. She decided to copy a few of the events for herself. In response, her dildo started pulsating slowly, and got somewhat warmer and stiffer. With every slow pulse, a wave of comfort spread throughout her body. That was very satisfying for now, so she ignored the rest of the sex section.
Martha wrapped the sex up quickly, and moved the story to the middle of the night. She described Larry to be sleeping, and Sue waking up from a small urge to pee. She needed to decide if she needed to get out of the tent, or if she could stay in the warm sleeping bag. Fiona was feeling very sympathetic to Sue's struggles. The dildo's continuing and comforting slow pulses were being tainted with the occasional wave of her own desperation. Without thinking, she stuffed a flap of blanket between her legs and pressed it up with her hand.
In the story, Sue came up with an idea in her sleepy haze: her sleeping bag would be able to let the pee pass through unimpeded, if both sides were wet at the same spot. So Sue licked her finger, touched the sleeping bag with the wet mark and tucked the two layers of thick fabric between her thighs. With her wet finger in the correct spot to lead the flow, she relaxed and opened the flood gates.
When Fiona listened to these words, the pulses in her vagina became stronger and picked up the pace. But even if the comfort started to become waves of pleasure, they created a deep longing for much more. Fiona intuitively pressed her hand into her vulva and followed the rhythm. When Martha explained the muffled sounds of sleepy Sue's pee spreading through the sleeping bag, Fiona couldn't manage to fight down her own desparation any longer.
When the next hot trickle began to escape her body, she realized that clenching up again would stop her continuous waves of pleasure, and decided to let it go instead. Because Fiona was quite warm under the blanket already, the stream didn't feel much warmer this time. She noticed a prickling sensation along her vulva, and a steadily increasing soft hissing noise. Her hot yellow flow passed the fabric of her pants without resistance. The flap of blanket between Fiona's legs started to soak up the stream. A darker spot appeared on the folded edge, extending covering a belly-sized part of the blanket. Fiona was now fully occupied with her pleasure pulsations.
The dildo softened and hardened in perfect sync with her hand movements, and her rhythm became faster and faster. Fiona's legs were now fully spread under the blanket. Although she didn't realize it, she was peeing with full force now. The dark spot on the shaking fabric grew bigger quickly and developed a few longer dark spurts. The wet blanket didn't muffle Fiona's peeing sounds as well as before, so she noticed that her hot flow made the occasional light bubbling and bright hissing sound. When the ever-present waves of pleasure started to overlap, they suddenly became much bigger too. When a particularly large wave rolled along, Fiona rubbed a million little circles into her crotch and clenched up her pelvis in defense. She was suprised that the wave came through despite her efforts. She let out a small "Eek" and held her breath. As if putting her heads through the clouds, Fiona emerged on top of the wave in an endless field of bliss. Her body and mind became a seemingly endless series of pulsations and heat waves. Unable to form any other thought, she started counting the eternal pulsations.
One, two... With every wave, her continuing pee flow merged into the warm, wet blanket, showering her hand with a series of soft warm trickles.
Three, four... The dildo had stopped pulsating a while already, and the pleasure waves were now only coming from Fiona herself.
Six, five, six... The pee flow became slower and slower, and finally subsided completely. Detecting the falling temperature, the blanket started processing the liquid. The dark spot became lighter and lighter within seconds.
Five, five, five... When Fiona's counting started to break down, the pulsations were gone. She gasped for air and let out a big sigh, and then she released her hand from her crotch.
She was feeling very warm suddenly and needed to get rid of this blanket quickly. The blanket was dry already and Fiona unwrapped herself effortlessly. She let it fall in a small pile next to her armchair and reached for her drink. The orange juice was still cold and refreshing.
Martha had never even skipped a beat in her story. In a calm voice, she finished the fictional day by explaining how a satisfied Sue was falling asleep, cuddled up to her boyfriend. Then she closed the book, raised her reading glasses and turned around to Fiona with a bright smile. "That's the story for today. So... did you like it?"
Fiona needed a moment to compose herself. Then she sat up in the seat, with her breathing becoming more regular, and with her face still flushing. With stiff movements, she stood up and performed a tiny bow out of pure confusion. "Thanks for the story, Martha. It was very nice."
Martha chuckled lightheartedly and stood up too, starting to pack up her things. "See you next week, Fiona!"
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Thanks in advance for any piece of feedback!
I have some more ideas to extend this story, but not enough for a full series yet.
So if you have plot suggestions, I'd like to try to include them. |
[This story is set in the world of The Sphere: A virtual reality collective that allows people to play various games or perform day to day functions including: Got to school, work, and other things.]
When Samantha first saw the ad for one of the recent eroge games at The Sphere Center she worked at, she couldn’t take her eyes off it. It didn’t offer much info about the game itself; it was just a young man gripping the leash of an anthro dog girl -just a typical master and pet simulator. They had been gaining popularity over the years and more and more had been appearing.
What had first captured Samantha’s attention were the master’s bright green eyes that seemed reach into Samantha’s very soul and pull her closer, while his curly dark hair made her go weak in the knees. She didn’t think anything was weird until she found herself imagining one day being on the other end of that leash. You can put a collar on me any day.
“Why don’t you just play it already?” A voice behind her said startling her as she jumped. “Well if that isn’t the sign of a guilty conscious, than I don’t know what is.”
“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” Samantha said trying to catch her breath.
“I would hardly call walking down the hall sneaking up on you.” Tom grined flipping his long blond bangs out of his eyes while carrying a load of boxes in his arms. “I catch you staring at that poster all the time. Why don’t you just play it already?”
“I-I don’t want to play it. I just think he’s kind of cute.” Samantha insisted blushing. She’d never stoop so low as to admit she wanted to play an adult video game.
“Meh, not my type.” Tom said looking him up and down as Samantha rolled her eyes playfully. “I can finish moving these boxes by myself if you want to try.” He said with a grin. She was always scoffing at the types of people that came in to play these kinds of games; it would be ironic if she were secretly into it as well.
“I said I don’t want to!” Samantha insisted.
“I’ll make you a deal.” Tom said. “If you play this game; I’ll take your Saturday shift.”
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“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Samantha said as nervous anticipation filled her stomach. “Please don’t tell anyone.” She whispered as Tom plugged the wires into the back of her neck before fitting the helmet over her head. She closed her eyes as Tom began counting down.
Cheery upbeat music greeted her ears as she opened her eyes to find a menu of options waiting for her to choose from. The first thing for her to decide was whether or not she wanted to be the Master or Pet. A brief thought of walking the guy from the advertisement on a leash flashed through her mind, but she decided against it. Now was her chance, she may never have another opportunity like this. Samantha selected the pet option and a list of different anthropoids to choose from popped up as her avatar, Jen, appeared to the side modeling each option in turn. She quickly selected dog, as a cat would look rather silly being walked on a leash. Next she was prompted to choose a breed. After flicking through different selections she settled on a beagle, as it looked the best with Jen’s appearance.
She hadn’t really known what to expect when she had logged on. She had expected Jen’s appearance to be furrier she supposed, but was pleasantly surprised to find all that changed was dog-ears and a tail. Samantha couldn’t help but think she looked absolutely adorable instead of creepy like she had originally thought. Samantha was also pleasantly surprised to find that she could adjust the masters personality traits as she saw fit. She could change make him anywhere from kind and compassionate to strict and controlling. It was her first time playing something like this after all, she wasn’t ready to get a squirt bottle to the face or smacked with a rolled up newspaper just because she sat on the furniture or something. Finally once everything was set to Samantha’s taste she was ready to start.
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When she first came to, Jen found herself staring out into the street, but was blocked by a clear window. She pressed her face against the glass- for some reason- leaving wet nose prints against it. She spun around when she heard several whimpering sounds behind her and found herself face to face with four other identical looking puppy girls in the pet store window with her. She was part of a litter she realized watching her clones barking and jumping all over each other as she sat back and watched unknowingly wagging her tail behind her.
“Hewo?” She said uncertainly. She hadn’t been sure if she was able to talk, but was relieved when the words came out, even if they sounded a bit weird. Her tongue was larger than what she was used to and it wanted to simply hang out her mouth. Her clones quickly turned their heads, tongues out and panting while their tails wagged happily behind them.
“Play with us!” One of them said as the others chanted their agreement and resumed their rough housing. One girl was chewing on the end of another’s shirt while trying to wrestle it off the others head as her face shook back and forth. Suddenly everyone stopped playing as a large shadow was cast down over the cage as a man peeked his head in the window. He was huge; Jen thought until she realized it was just her that was quite small. Her body trembled as she backed up against the far side of the cage in the corner away from the giant. He seemed to be preoccupied though watching the two that had been fighting over their shirt. The man came inside the store and pointed them out to the clerk working there.
With a jingling of keys Jen was surprised she could hear, he opened the cage and plucked the two out with each hand before handing them to the man and closing the door behind him. And then it was just three of them. One of the girls whimpered and pawed at the glass with her hands when the man disappeared with the two of them. Jen frowned watching her clone pitifully cry at the others sudden disappearance, but soon continued playing and chasing her tail in a circle. Jen decided to find a corner to sit in and watch what would happen. This must be where the master finds her she realized. She guessed all she had to do was wait her turn to be adopted, but soon the other two were chosen leaving her and just one other.
“You have to look cute if you want to get chosen.” Her clone said surprising Jen. She wasn’t aware the others were capable of such thought considering they had stood in a line sniffing each other’s butts through their shorts just moments ago. Maybe she had a point, lots of people had come and stared through the window while the others played and she sat by herself in the corner. Jen decided to take her advice for the new crowd that came, but was distracted when a new problem arose.
“Umm, so what do you do if you gotta, umm, go? Do I just call for the store owner and ask for the bathroom or…?” Jen asked as the other puppy cocked her head to the side. She knew lots of games had the use of bodily functions to make the games more realistic, but she had never been in one before. She certainly hadn’t wanted to discover this was one of those games while trapped in a cage with no toilet.
“You’re standing on it.” The other version of herself said scratching her face with her foot. Jen looked down and frowned when she realized she was standing on a pile of newspapers barefoot. She quickly hopped off and frowned thinking she had probably just been standing in pee before realization dawned on her. Wait… was she expected to go on the newspapers? In front of all these people watching?
“I’ll hold it.” She replied. Jen’s mouth nearly dropped when the other simply shrugged before walking over, shimmied her shorts down and squatted over the newspaper in front of the crowd of on-lookers as if it was no big deal. Jen crossed her legs as the tinkling sound echoed throughout the cage as the smell of fresh urine assaulted her nose. How could she just go like that? She wondered as she blushed with embarrassment before sitting in a corner to pass the time. Before long her need had intensified greatly to the point she had to be constantly shifting in order to hold it. She had finally made up her mind to go just as soon as the crowd of people dwindled. But as soon as one person left, it seemed as though another two quickly took their place.
Jen unintentionally let out a whimper as she clutched herself. Time seemed to be greatly sped up in this world. It felt like she had been in here for hours, but in reality she had probably only been here for half of one. Suddenly she felt arms wrapped around her waist and haul her into the air as she was suddenly met with an excited girls eager face before being smooshed forcibly into her chest. She gasped as she felt her lower half growing warm and wet, but her arms were pinned to the side.
“Eww!” The little girl shouted holding Jen at arms length away as she continued to pee herself as the liquid dripped down her legs onto the tiled floor beneath her. Jen’s face burned red as the little girl continued making a commotion. “It peed on me!”
“You don’t want that one, honey, it’s not paper trained. Put it back and get the other one.” The man next to her said as the girl quickly tossed her back in the cage before selecting the other one and leaving her behind.
“You should have used the paper.” The last of her clones called out to her as she was left alone and wet inside the cage.
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She didn’t know how much time had passed that she sat alone shivering on display in the pet store. It reminded her of the first line of a book her dad used to read her as a kid. I was the saddest dog you could ever see. Sad ‘cause no one wanted me. The pet shop window was my jail, the sign behind me said, “For Sale.”
“I’ll take her.” A voice said from behind her as another pair of arms picked her up and cradled her more gently than the girl before had. His green eyes shone brightly as Jen felt her tongue hanging out the front of her mouth no matter how hard she tried to pull it back in. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as she realized it was the young man from the advertisement. Now here he was gently holding her up to his chest. Her thin tail wagged violently back and forth uncontrollably as he held her up at eye level while she took in the sweet aroma of his cologne. He was everything she had imagined he would be: kind, gentle and caring.
He gently petted and ruffled her hair with his hand as she wrapped her arms around him and tried to resist the bizarre urge to lick his face.
“Are you sure you want that one?” The store clerk asked before adding after a second of thought, “She seems a bit…off.” Jen was surprised when a deep growl escaped her lips. “We have lots of other animals, both regular and anthro, to choose from.”
“No, she’s perfect! Yes you are, yes you are!” He said scratching under Jen’s chin as her head instinctively rolled back to allow him more access. Was it the games doing, or did it really feel this good to have her chin scratched? Her smile faltered though when she saw him pause and sniff the air. “I think someone needs a bath though.” He looked her up and down taking in her wet clothes and skin as she hung her head and whimpered. Her long copper spotted ears fell forward as her eyes fell down to the floor.
“Dumb dog peed herself earlier right on the floor.” The clerk said sounding more than annoyed that he had to clean it up. “And here anthros are supposed to be more intelligent than regular dogs.” Jen growled again. It wasn’t her fault that little girl from earlier had squeezed her so hard. “There’s newspapers in there and everything.” The clerk continued.
“Maybe she’s just to young to understand. I’m sure she doesn’t enjoy being wet and cold so maybe she’ll catch on quick. I’ll just have to work on it with her.” He said patting her head before setting her in an empty cart. “Now what should I call you?”
Jen was a little taken aback when the world around her stood still when he asked that. Other people were completely frozen mid step as if time had stopped she noticed as she looked around feeling a bit confused. An in game message soon appeared asking if she wanted to be called by her avatar name or something different. She thought about it for a moment going back and forth in her mind. Jen didn’t really seem like a very good name for a dog, so she typed Jenny into the prompt before the world returned too normal just as quickly as it had stopped.
“Hmm, how about Jenny?” He said pushing the cart around the store acting as if nothing had happened. “You look like a Jenny to me.”
The clerk walked them around the store pointing out everything he would need to buy in order to own a pet anthropoid dog while Jenny quietly sat in the basket. Her eyes lit up when he put a Frisbee along with a few chew toys in the basket with her. She found it took a surprising amount of will power not to stick them in her mouth right then and there. Next came dog food, new clothes, and to Jenny’s disappointment, puppy training pads. He wasn’t really going to make her use those, was he?
“You know some anthros can even be trained to use the toilet.” The clerk said.
“Oh, really?” Her future owner said sounding bit surprised as he stared at the pads in the basket and then at her. “Do you think I should put these back?”
“She’s quite a ways from that point. You should still get them.” The clerk said talking over her meek, “yes.”
Jen looked up when the basket came to a stop in front of a bin of different colored collars. Her eyes grew wide with excitement. This was what she had been waiting for. She had imagined being on the end of his leash so many times and now her fantasy was finally coming true. She watched eagerly as he dug through the bin looking for one while occasionally holding up one for Jen to see. They were all kind of plain and boring she though until she saw something shiny towards the bottom as she eagerly pointed to it.
“Hm?” He asked trying to see what she was pointing at. “Oh, this one?” Jen nodded her head as he smiled and set it in the basket. She held the purple bedazzled collar in her hand as he pushed the cart to the register and began unloading his purchases. “Sorry, I need that.” He said smiling apologetically as he set it on the counter.
Jen frowned as she watched the puppy pads get scanned, bagged and set next to her. He would let her use the bathroom once he figured out she could, right? The only things that had really changed about her were her ears, nose, tongue and the fact that she now had a tail that seemed to have a mind of its own. Well, that and there was also the strange desire to stick her nose and sniff this man in inappropriate places. Other than that though it seemed the rest of her was the same.
When he had finally paid for everything and they stepped outside, Jen got a full taste of just how much her senses had changed. There were so many different smells that assaulted her nose all at once; it was almost overwhelming. So many trees and bushes nearby gave off peculiar scents. It wasn’t just her sense of smell that had been altered but also her hearing as well. She could swear up and down she could hear people talking from all the way across the huge parking lot as if they were standing just a few feet away.
“Are you going to be a good girl if I set you down?” He asked. Jen nodded her head as he smiled before picking her up out of the basket and setting her down on her bare feet on the pavement beside him. Her eyes widened in surprise, she knew she was smaller now, but she hadn’t realized she had shrunk this much until she stood besides him and only came up to his waist. She felt like a small child standing next to her daddy, but she guessed that’s how the game was supposed to make you feel. She was only a puppy they had said. He dug through the basket for a bit before pulling out the collar before kneeling down until he was at eye level with her. She smiled shyly as her heart beat in her chest with excitement. He gently wrapped it around her neck before cinching it up so that it fit snugly around her neck, but wasn’t too tight. He stuck two of his fingers in the band just to make sure it was comfortable enough for her.
Jen reached up and touched the collar with her hands smiling as she did so. So this was what it felt like to be masters pet. Next he attached a leash to her and held it in his hand. “Sorry, you have to be on a leash at all times outside unless you have a work dog permit.”
“It’s okay.” She said shyly.
“Oh, so you can talk.” He said grinning widely. “I thought you might have been too young. I guess you’re just shy is all.” He lightly rubbed her head before bending down again and tried tugging down her shorts.
“S-stop!” Jen yelled backing up as much as she could before feeling the leash pull her back.
“But I need to get you out of those wet clothes, it’s okay. I’m not going to do anything weird.” He explained as she bit her lip anxiously.
“Not out here.” She mumbled but he had already begun tugging her wet shorts down.
“Go on and step out.” He said calmly as he pulled out a few wet wipes as she whimpered in embarrassment. “That’s it, good girl. Do you want to try going to the bathroom before I get you cleaned up?” Bathroom? He was going to take her to the bathroom? Now was her chance to prove to him she could use a toilet, and now that he had brought it to her attention, she did have to pee a bit ever since she had stepped outside. She slowly nodded her head. “Good girl, let’s go.” He said leading her by the leash as she slowly hobbled along trying to use her shirt to cover her lower half. Her face fell when he stopped in front of a patch of grass. She just stood there looking up at him like he was crazy. “Go on, didn’t you say you had to go?”
“Not here.” She mumbled shyly.
“Oh, right, well, how about you lead and I follow?” He asked thinking that she wanted to sniff around a bit first before finding the perfect spot to do her business. Dogs were funny that way after all. She thought about it for a second before nodding her head in agreement as she tried to walk back into the store and find the bathroom, but was suddenly stopped by the leash. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asked with a smile while gently pulling her back.
“Bathroom.” She mumbled pointing back towards the store. For some reason she couldn’t quite get many words out, or really say more than one word at a time for that matter.
“This is your bathroom now.” He said gesturing to the outside vegetation as she looked up at him with a frown. I’ll hold it.
“I’m fine.” She said in defeat. He seemed disappointed in that answer, but shrugged his shoulders while retrieving something from one of the bags. She could hear the rustling plastic as she tried to peek at what he was getting. I hope it’s a chew toy. She was disappointed again when he pulled out a puppy pad and set it down on the front seat.
“How about I take you to your new home?” He asked picking her up as if she were weightless and setting her in the front seat on the pad.
“Why?” Was all she managed to get out while poking at it with her finger.
“Just in case is all. You seem a bit confused with where you can and can’t go. You were also a bit unsure of whether you had to go.” He said while doing her seatbelt for her. “Don’t want you to get my car seat wet if you have an accident on the way home.”
“I won’t.” She said confidently before he closed her door and got in the other side.
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Jen never knew a simple car ride could be so fun! She moved her head back and forth while staring out the closed window as everything whooshed by. She had long given up on trying to keep her tongue in her mouth as she panted happily as she watched the world go by. A quarter of the way through the ride her master had even opened the window for her so she could stick her head out and feel the breeze in her face. She raised herself off the seat as much as she could and tried to stick as much of herself as she could out the window. She was having so much fun she hadn’t even noticed what was happening down below.
“Hey, hey! You’re leaking! Sit back down on the pad.” He said putting a hand on her shoulder and forcefully, but not painfully, pushed her back down on the seat. Her face turned bright red with embarrassment as she realized in all her excitement she had dribbled a bit down her legs.
“I’m sorry!” she cried feeling mortified with herself. Had she really just gotten so excited over a car ride that she had wet herself a little? Just…just like a dog… He rolled the window back up as she hung her head in shame. She got a better smell of the car now that her senses weren’t being overwhelmed, and she had to say, something smelled good. Really good in fact and something deep inside herself wanted to make it hers. She sniffed the air trying to find its location.
“Watcha smell?” He asked.
“Pine?” She said feeling confused as she looked out the window. There were no pine trees around here. Finally she looked down and discovered the source. It was the pad she was sitting on. “It’s this.”
“Oh, they must be scented to make puppies want to use them.” He explained. Almost as if on cue she felt her bladder suddenly give a jolt. Was the smell making her have to pee so suddenly? She kind of had to go when she got in the car, but nowhere at this level. It was as if her body wanted her to pee on the pad just as he had said. This is what dogs must go through when they mark their territory she realized. No way, she had more control of herself than that. “Are you okay?” He asked when she had suddenly gotten very still. “You’re not getting car sick are you?”
“No.” She said quietly jamming her legs together as a small whimper escaped her mouth.
“What’s the matter?”
“Bathroom.”
“Why didn’t you go when I offered?” He asked with a sigh.
“Not bathroom.” She said. “Toilet.” His eyes widened in realization. She was trying to go to the bathrooms inside the store.
“You’re toilet trained?” He asked surprised as she nodded her head. “I thought when you were trying to go back to the store you were trying to get to the newspapers because the clerk mentioned that was supposed to be your bathroom. I’m sorry. I’ll let you use the toilet when we get home.”
“Thank you.” She mumbled as she lightly squirmed in the seat. The once fun drive now felt like torture, not to mention they had managed to get every light red so far. He stole glances at her as she rocked back and forth while clutching herself. She whimpered unintentionally every time she felt little bits leak out between her legs. Once they had pulled up to yet another red light, he asked her if she wanted to hop out and just go on the street, but she refused.
“You’re quite timid, aren’t you?” He asked before fingering the thickness of the pad she was sitting on. Could it save his seat if she couldn’t make it? By the looks of things she wasn’t going to. “Jenny, I know you don’t want to, but you can always just go on the mat you’re sitting on. That’s what it’s there for.” He said.
“Not toilet.” Jen said as she continued her struggle. His offer was so tempting. Her master had just told her it was ok to just empty herself right then and there plus the smell of the pad still called to her.
“But it is.” He said. “They’re portable pads for puppies, and what are you?”
“A puppy.” She mumbled feeling her desire to hold it slowly ebb away.
“There will be lot’s of other times to prove to me that you can use a toilet. It’s okay if you want to let your animal side win.” He said. He reached an arm over and gently rubbed her back. The moment she felt his touch her body relaxed against her will and she slowly began to leak onto the pad, before giving up and allowing her body to relieve itself. “That’s a good girl.” He said softly while continuing to rub her back as she sighed in contentment as a single thought flashed through her mind. Mine. |
“Welcome to your new home.” He said proudly opening the door to his apartment. Jen let out a bark of excitement before blushing a bit as he chuckled and ruffled her hair. “Let’s get you in the bath.” He said leading her by the hand into the bathroom after he put the rest of his purchases on the kitchen table. His apartment was the typical messy bachelor pad and it smelled strongly of his scent, but she loved it.
Jen couldn’t really understand what was happening, but she was having a harder and harder time controlling herself. Normally, she would be disgusted by the condition of this place, and by this total stranger, but somehow this new side of herself had emerged. She trusted him completely for no good reason, and had even lost all sense of modesty about ten minutes ago. She had even forgotten she was naked from the waist down as she explored the place until he mentioned it was time to get cleaned up.
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She stood by the tub a bit awkwardly as he gently pulled her shirt off leaving her standing completely naked in his tiny bathroom. He started the faucet as water poured from the tap with a loud thunderous downpour causing her to slightly flinch. It seemed so much louder to her than it should. She hadn’t quite adjusted to her new senses yet.
“Do you want to show me how grown up you are and use the toilet while we wait for the tub to fill up?” He asked. She blushed while glancing at the porcelain bowl right beside the tub. Did she have to right in front of him? She thought it over for a second glancing nervously from him to the bowl.
“O-okay,” She said softly. Everything in this world seemed much bigger to her as she awkwardly stood in front of the toilet bowl that went up to her chest.
“Up we go!” He said as she let out a squeak of surprise as he lifted her up in the air and set her down on top of the toilet. She wasn’t sure what he thought would happen. She had just gone like five minutes ago. So she sat awkwardly on the seat as he watched expectantly as the tub continued to fill. “Oh well, we’ll try again later.” He said after a few minutes of nothing happening.
He gently lifted Jen in the air and set her in the warm bath water. The bathtub, like the toilet and everything else, was huge compared to her now small body. She could even stretch out completely and not touch the sides. He left for a second while she played in the water for a bit. She had only meant to close her eyes and relax, but there was something strange in water behind her. No matter how many times she tried to turn around and grab it, it moved away. In a burst of speed and curiosity, she swam in circles trying to get it until she heard him return and begin laughing.
“Are you trying to catch your tail?” He asked. A wide grin of amusement stretched across his face as she blushed at the realization of what she had been doing. She calmly reached behind herself and grabbed her tail with a frown. “Well, let’s try to keep the water in the tub.” She looked over the edge and realized in her haste to grab the mysterious swimming object from before, she had managed to knock about a gallon of water on the floor.
“Sorry.” She mumbled hanging her head. A hand reached out and patted her wet hair as she looked up at his smile.
“You’re so cute.” He said kneeling down besides her after toweling the floor off a bit. He retrieved a bottle of dog shampoo before squirting some in her hair and began to rub it in. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations of his hands rubbing, scratching and massaging her scalp. She knew she could give herself a bath, but it just felt too good to object to his treatment. He gently dumped a cup of the warm water on her head to wash away the suds and began soaping up a washcloth. She had planned to speak up and protest, but as soon as the washcloth came in contact with her skin she was putty in his hands. Every gentle rub felt amazing and she came to the conclusion that her body was much more sensitive in this world. She had completely melted to his touch so much so that she didn’t even put up a fight when he began cleaning her more intimate areas for her. She had been enjoying it so much that she had completely lost track of time and the next thing she knew he was pulling the plug to the bath and picking her up out of the water.
“Did you enjoy your bath?” He asked. He lowered her onto the bathmat before taking a towel and drying her short brown hair while carefully avoiding her large floppy ears so as not to hurt them.
“Yes.” Jen shyly admitted. She stood motionlessly on the bathmat as he slowly went lower and lower with the towel drying every inch of her tiny body including her tail.
“Now stay right here, I’m going to go get you some clothes to wear.” He said bopping her nose as he left. She smiled while rubbing her nose as she waited where she was told. A minute past and then two and then five more. She began to worry when he didn’t return right away. What was taking so long? Wasn’t he just getting clothes? Why has he been gone so long? Was he hurt? Should she go looking for him? But he told her to wait right here… So many possibilities ran through her mind as she debated leaving the bathroom to go search for him.
“Sorry that took so long.” He apologized as she wagged her tail happily at his return. She didn’t understand why she had been so worried, he was just a NPC after all, but in the short amount of time she had spent with him she felt like they had bonded. He helped her into some light green panties with little paw prints all over them, along with a orange shirt and brown shorts. She felt the material with her fingers. They were thicker than normal clothes, and much better quality than the rags she had on at the pet store. The shorts and underwear even had holes for her to put her tail through.
Jen stomach growled loudly in the bathroom as it echoed off the walls. He smiled assuring her that they could start on dinner and led her by the hand to the kitchen. “Do you want some of this?” He asked holding up a bag dog food as she grimaced in disgust. It didn’t even have an anthro dog on the front. She quickly shook her head as he frowned. “The guy at the pet store told me anthro food and dog food were basically the same thing and that regular dog food would be cheaper.” She growled upon hearing this. That clerk clearly had it out for her. She was almost glad she had peed on his floor.
“Gross.” Jen managed to get out.
“Hmm, let me do some research real quick. I don’t want to give you people food and get you sick.” He said. She followed him to his computer as he typed in anthropoid dog care into the browser. He quickly skimmed through the material before finding what he was looking for and reading it aloud. “Anthropoid dogs have the ability to digest both dog and human food safely as long as there is no man made seasoning as anthros have much more sensitive taste buds. Their diets consist largely of meat, poultry, fish and grains. Although Anthros can safely digest both types of food, many dislike dog food due to the taste and texture.” She breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that. The last thing she wanted to do was to be forced to eat dog food. She doubted he had many salad ingredients, but he should at least have rice. She waited patiently as he continued scrolling through the website on anthro care seemingly lost in thought. She pawed at his leg when he appeared worried about something.
“Oh, I’m sorry, you’re probably hungry aren’t you. I’ll finish reading later, lets have some dinner!” He got up and walked with her into the kitchen as he opened the fridge. So any wonderful aroma’s met her nose as she sniffed the air and began panting. “How does steaks sound?” He said with such enthusiasm that she wagged her tail and nodded. Wait, steaks? She was a vegetarian! Meat is murder!
“I’m a ve- veg- ve-“She stumbled trying to get the word out, before sighing in defeat. No way she could say something that long and complicated in this body. She could barely say things like, “yes” and “no”. He didn’t seemed to have heard her anyway as he hummed and pulled some meat out of the freezer before throwing in on a grill. Her eyes became as wide as saucers and her mouth began to salivate as the smells began to fill the kitchen so much that she couldn’t stand it.
“Almost done.” He said to reassure her as she sat in a chair at the table just staring and quietly whimpering. What was wrong with her? She hadn’t eaten meat in years, yet she had never wanted something as badly as she wanted that steak. After what felt like an eternity he finally set a plate of meat in front of her. “Hold on, let me get you a fork and…never mind.” He chuckled as she picked it up with her hands and sunk her teeth into it. Meat is murder…tasty tasty murder. She had never tasted anything so delicious before! She quickly scarfed it down in a matter of minutes before silently cursing herself as she watched her master with round pleading eyes as he slowly ate his portion. Once all the meat was gone and the plates were licked clean (quite literally in her case) they played together in the living room.
She had stood there resisting the urge to roll her eyes when he produced a tennis ball (how clique could he get?) but as soon as the ball left his hands she took off running after it as fast as she could and stuffed it in her mouth. He playfully tried to fight for it, but she ran away whenever he got close.
“Mine!” She had said suddenly before dropping the ball from her mouth. He picked it up and hid it behind his back as she searched all around for it as he laughed before tossing it. She took off again chasing it before crashing into a bookcase and knocking over a lamp in the process. She whimpered when he told her it was time to settle down and put the ball away. She had been having so much fun, but she had no complaints when he put a movie on and cuddled up on the couch with her with a blanket. She had no idea how much time had actually passed in the real world, but she was aware there was a major time difference between this and reality. It reminded her of that game where you control the families. A full day was really only an hour in real time. She hoped it was like that in this world. She wasn’t ready to go back especially when he said he’d take her to the park tomorrow. If playing with a ball was this fun in his tiny little apartment, she couldn’t imagine how much fun she’d have in an open field.
“Good night, Jenny, welcome home.” He whispered as she drifted off to sleep before he got up and went to his bedroom for the night.
She wasn’t quite sure what time it was when she woke up. All she could tell was it was dark and master was nowhere to be found. She quietly whimpered as she searched the room from her place on the couch, but she was alone. She wondered what had woken her up when a familiar urgent sensation alerted her to her full bladder. She groaned into the arm of the couch, and tried to put it off as long as possible. She was comfy and it was cold, but as she tossed and turned she realized she wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep without taking care of business. She slowly sat back up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stretched as a familiar scent of pine greeted her. She searched the room for the source as her eyes spotted one of the puppy pads in the corner of the room spread out for her.
NO! She thought, getting up and walking towards the bathroom. She searched the hallway and frowned when she was met with three closed doors. Which one was it? She turned her head this way and that as she tried to remember which one it was. She was afraid she’d get into trouble if she opened the wrong door and accidently went into master’s room and woke him up. She stood in place for a few minutes debating what to do as she shifted from foot to foot. She’d have to just take a chance she realized as she approached the first door. She opened it and walked inside only to be met with the laundry room. When she turned to grab the handle she misjudged the height and fell with a loud crash and she immediately darted back to the couch in the living room like a startled animal trying to avoid getting in trouble. She hid under her blanket lying perfectly still as she waited and listened to see if she had accidently awoken her master. After a minute of silence she sat up and wiggled on the couch trying her best to hold it, but it was getting more and more difficult. She sighed as looked toward the pad just sitting there waiting for her.
Sure, the car ride had been a little awkward, and she had almost died of embarrassment when her master picked up the used pad she had wet on the seat and checked to see how absorbent it had been. They were both relieved to learn it had held her full wetting, so well in fact, that they could probably even be used more than once. She sat on the couch debating her options. She could try and find the bathroom again and risk waking her master up when flushing the toilet, or she could just go right there on the mat and go back to sleep. She grumbled a bit when she realized the pine smell called out to her again making her need even more urgent. Her human and animal side raged a silent battle inside of her. Her human mind told her to go use the toilet like a normal person. Even if she woke him up flushing, he would know she was indeed toilet trained like she said she was. It was obvious he didn’t trust her yet. Why else would he have laid out a mat on the floor for her? But that smell! Something deep inside of her wanted her to use it instead. It got to the point where she knew an accident was imminent if she didn’t hurry up and make up her mind. Quickly checking to make sure no one was coming, she tugged her short and panties down and squatted over the mat on the floor and sighed in relief as the sound of her pee splattering on the mat echoed throughout the room.
Suddenly the light flipped on when she was still mid stream as she squatted awkwardly in place as her master watched her with mild curiosity.
“Oh, I was wondering what that sound was.” He said before sitting on the couch and waited for her to finish.
She tried to stop it, but it simply kept coming out until she was completely empty. She pulled up her shorts when she was done and sat back on the couch and hung her head in shame letting a small whimper escape her lips.
“Why the long face?” He asked sitting next to her on the couch as she turned away from him. She had just been caught in a moment of weakness. She had wanted to present herself as human, yet here he had just walked in on her relieving herself on the floor like an animal.
“Not toilet.” She said.
“I don’t understand.” He said cocking his head to the side in confusion. “Looks like you found it to me.”
“Not real toilet.” She said shaking her head before pointing to herself. “Not a dog.”
“Oh, I think I understand. Are you confused about how you should act?” She nodded her head. “The website mentioned sometimes Anthros are confused as to whether or not to act like a person or a dog, is that it?” She nodded her head again. “You can act however you’re most comfortable with.” He said gently scratching behind her ears as he leaned into his shoulder. “Jenny, it’s like I said before, it’s okay to let loose and let your animal side out. You don’t have to be embarrassed about every little thing you do out of instinct. It’s just who and what you are. I put a pad out in case you had trouble making it to the toilet. You’re in a new place and thought you might not know where it was, and did you?” Jen shyly shook her head. “See, you didn’t know, so you used the pad like a good girl. It’s much easier to just throw those away instead of cleaning up an accident now, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” She said as he patted her head.
“That’s my girl.” He said. He pressed his forehead against hers for a few seconds before breaking apart. “Just be yourself, Jenny, and have fun. If you feel more like a dog one minute, than be a dog, and if you feel like a human than be a human. It doesn’t matter to me as long as you don’t pee on my furniture.” He said as she giggled. “What’s mine is yours, you don’t need to mark it. Just know you make a very cute dog.” He said before attacking her with tickles and belly rubs. It had happened so fast, but the next thing she knew she was lying on her back kicking her leg and panting happily. “C’mon, let’s go back to bed.” He picked her and her blanket up and carried her to his bedroom.
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It was almost as if her ears and awaken before she had the next morning. One of them drifted up of it’s own accord as it listened to a strange but familiar sound coming from a different room. Once the smell hit her nose, he eyes shot open and she sat up in bed as her tail began wagging back and forth. If she thought the kitchen the night before had smelled amazing, it was nothing to waking up to the scent of frying bacon. As she dug in to a plate of bacon, sausage and eggs ten minutes later, she almost cried at the realization of what she had been missing out on for so many years. Did meat really taste this good or was it just her dog senses causing her to crave it? Either way the first thing she planned on doing when she woke up from the game was going to a drive thru and getting a burger.
“Slow down or you’re going to be stuck watching me eat again.” He said with a laugh. “Try eating with a fork, it might help slow you down.” He handed her one as she held it between her fingers. It felt a bit awkward in her hand and she dropped it a few times in her plate, but he was right. It had slowed her down considerably and she was able to savor even more of the amazing flavors and textures in her mouth. After breakfast she went to sit on the toilet just to prove she could, but had a bit of trouble getting on it. She squeaked when she felt a pair of hands help her up and set her down. She smiled a bit shyly as she was able to go this time, although she wasn’t much of a fan of being watched. It didn’t bother her as much as she thought it would though as she was oddly much more comfortable around him than she should be. Maybe it was because she was part animal or maybe because she knew he was only an AI. If it was anyone else but him, she was sure she would probably throw a shoe at them or something.
The rest of the afternoon passed by rather quickly as she watched him attempt to clean up the apartment to make space for her. She helped him do the dishes and laundry, but when the vacuum cleaner got turned on, the loud noise had her running away and cowering in the closet. He eventually had to coax her out with a bit of sandwich meat. Finally it came time for what the both of them had been waiting for. It was time to go to the park. Jen was so excited she could hardly stand still long enough for him to attach her leash and she led the charge out the front door before he even had time to grab more than a few toys and his cell phone.
Even though she didn’t know the way her nose seemed to guide her along. It was slow going with her stopping to smell every little thing, but he was patient with her and allowed her to wander this way and that. He had to yank her back though when she tried to jump someone carrying a hamburger. “Maybe for lunch if you’re good.” He told her before apologizing profusely to the almost mugged man.
Finally they arrived to the Promised Land as Jen panted happily waiting for him to remove her leash. After making sure there were no people with food for her to attack in the vicinity, he let her loose as she ran around in circles making cute yapping sounds. She froze as he took out the ball from earlier from his pocket and tossed it lightly up before catching. After making sure she was paying attention, he threw it as far and fast as he could before she took off after it. She ran barefoot through the grass chasing after the green tennis ball as it soared in the air. She doubted she could actually run this fast in real life, but that made it all the more fun.
She was able to leap in the air and catch it in her hand before stuffing it in her mouth and running back. They repeated this for about an hour until Jen was so tired she couldn’t run around anymore, so he put the leash back on her and they walked along the path for a bit. She frowned when she realized she had to pee as she looked around for the bathroom. She spotted a grey cement building just across the way as she pulled on the leash guiding him to it.
“Toilet.” She answered when he had asked her what was wrong. He took her off the leash when they got there as she insisted she’d be fine by herself. When she stepped into the woman’s bathroom and walked into the first stall she froze in fear at what she saw. There were two other anthro-dogs already in there and they were...doing it. Her eyes went wide as she tried to back out as quickly as she could, but they had already spotted her. They asked her if she wanted to join, but she was already half way out the door.
“All better?” Her master asked as she reappeared by his side. “What’s the matter?” He asked seeing the troubled look on her face. She tried to explain what she saw as best as she could as he nodded in understanding. “It’s pretty common to see in the spring. It’s when all the anthro’s go into heat.”
“Oh.” Was all she could say as he clipped her leash back on and they continued their walk. She whimpered a little as they walked by a group of trees. She could smell all the other dogs that had previously marked them and it only aggravated her need to go. She walked with her knees closer together as they continued down the path. It seemed everywhere she looked there was a dog relieving themselves somewhere in her line of sight. She nearly lost it when she saw another anthro squatting in the bushes. She whimpered again as he caught on to her problem. She hadn’t gone in the bathroom because of the dogs mating he realized, as she seemed to walk slower and more awkwardly. He looked around for a different bathroom for her as they continued down the path, but the only thing he saw was a café and he doubted they would let her in. Even anthros were rarely allowed anywhere when they didn’t have working dog tags.
“I know you don’t want to, but you can just go out here.” He suggested once he caught her grabbing herself. “Even regular humans do it sometimes. No one would even bat an eye seeing an anthro squatting. This is the park.”
“But…” She tried to say squirming in place once they had stopped in front of a tree. Her inward desire to mark her territory wasn’t doing any favors either as she could smell all who were there before her.
“Remember what we talked about? It’s okay, Jenny, I promise. No one will even think twice.” She moaned as she squirmed looking from the tree to her owner as he motioned for her to go ahead. It was a losing battle and she knew it. She didn’t have any other options unless she wanted to walk home in wet shorts, so she went to tug her shorts down but stopped when a jogger stopped in front of them and made small talk with her owner.
“What a cute puppy!” The jogger shouted patting her head. She whimpered hoping the jogger would leave, but she just kept talking. She whimpered and danced in place as the jogger asked what was wrong.
“She still tries to fight her human side. She needs to go, but is a bit shy.” He explained as Jen whimpered, fidgeted and pulled on the leash.
“Oh it’s okay, puppy! Be a good girl and go tinkle!” She said as Jen growled and nearly snapped.
“Jenny!” Her owner said sounding a bit disappointed in her as she whimpered and hung her head. “I’m sorry, could you give her some space? She’s still new to this.” Her owner asked with a grimace as the jogger wished them the best of luck and took off running down the path. Jen whimpered and tried to fight her shorts, but couldn’t seem to undo them. “I got it.” He said pulling her shorts down for her as she squatted in front of the tree and sighed. “See? No one cares. It’s okay, Jenny.” He said as she finished up. Her wiped her with a wet wipe when she stood up making her face turn a bit red, but was glad to have that experience behind her. “Well, since you didn’t actually bite her, I guess we could stop on the way home and get hamburgers.”
“Yay!” She shouted getting her second wind. |
Samantha sighed with longing at the display more than ever now. Playing that damn game only made her desire worse, not better. Tom, was of course, utterly delighted with her new fixation. “Sam likes a dirty game, Sam likes a dirty game.” He would chant. At first, she tried to deny it with a shrug or a wave of her hand.
“It wasn’t terrible.” She had admitted when she first came out of the experience. In fact, it hadn’t been terrible in the slightest. It was, heaven forbid, fun. More than just fun. Thrilling even. And so…naughty.
It was a disorienting coming out of it. She felt like she had been in there for days, only to be told she was playing for just few hours. The first thing she had done was pat herself to make sure she was dry. She was, thank god. It had felt so real, she was sure she had… Some people weren’t so lucky. She couldn’t count how many times she had to disinfect the seat after the people who played were a little too sensitive.
“Peeing in a Sphere game is like peeing in a dream.” Tom explained after she had admitted she thought for sure she’d wake up wet. “It’s more common in people who are prone to bedwetting. Sphere dives are like lucid dreams. You know it’s not real, but… might as well make the most of it while you’re there.” She hadn’t thought of it like that before. She supposed they were kind of like dreams. “Nothing wrong with having a dirty dream once in a while.” He said with a wink. She blushed.
Now the guilt was starting to set in. The reason these games were even allowed to exist was for “rehabilitation” purposes. Yet she stood there judging every person who requested them. Not everyone was ready to be with a physical person. Was she even ready? She told herself many times she was. It was her duty after all. Settle down, get married, have a few kids. Repopulate. She thought of being with Tom. She shuddered. Nope, she wasn’t ready.
The Sphere had been created to help people re-adjust to socializing. The world had been silent for so long. No one needed to talk face to face anymore thanks to advances in technology. So humanity simply forgot how. With no face-to-face interaction, birth rates dropped drastically and the human race began to become extinct. So now they struggled to reverse the damage. The younger generation was being raised to speak with one another once again. Avatars were created as a way to teach social skills through games. Eroge video games were one of those tools.
Rumor was humans used to have sex for pleasure, now it was nothing more than an act out of necessity. Could it be a learned behavior? Pleasure? Could humanity learn how to feel pleasure instead of obligation? Could humans learn how to love? Could marriage be something more than just tolerating your partner?
The idea behind eroge games was, if you could awaken arousal in the Sphere for another person, you could awaken it in real life when the time came. The higher the difficulty, the more complex situations you’d find yourself in. She guessed she could see the logic in it. But why a dog? Why did she find interest in being someone’s pet? Tom said it was something called a fetish. Everyone had one apparently; it was just a matter of finding it. Having a fetish was the key to being one step closer to feeling pleasure.
Samantha knew it was important, but she had to laugh sometimes. The way people talked about finding pleasure in sex, it was like they were talking about finding true inner piece. She mentioned it to Tom once. He smirked and said it was about finding inner peace. She just groaned and rolled her eyes.
Maybe it was the way she kept staring at his image, but Tom had her pegged. She wanted to play again. Bad. It had been a week since she last logged in. She had tried to play it at home in a partial dive, but it just wasn’t the same. She wanted to feel his touch. She wanted to feel embarrassed. She wanted to feel that collar cinched tight around her neck. Her heart skipped a beat when he offered to let her play. It was another slow day- most days were since the home console came out. Not many people could afford a full dive.
She tried to play it off, but he could tell she was excited by the glow in her eyes and the way her voice rose a few octanes. She asked about work, to which he replied, “What work?” He motioned towards the empty lobby. She -not so reluctantly- agreed.
The cheery upbeat music played in her head. An image of her avatar Jen appeared with large floppy ears hanging down towards her chin. Her orange copper, colored short hair went down a little past her neck. The system asked if she’d like to change her appearance. She declined. Then it asked if she’d like to change the difficulty setting. She obliged.
She set the game to a more advanced mode. And then a different message popped up.
To get the most out of your preferred settings, we suggest turning on mature content. Would you like to turn on the mature content?
She stared at the message. What would happen if she said yes? She paused for a moment trying to decide. No, no way. She couldn’t do that! She reached her hand out to press no, but at the last second, changed her mind and hit yes. She shuddered a bit, unsure of what to expect, but at the same time filled with a nervous excitement. A new warning message popped up that wasn’t there the last time she played.
Your preferred difficulty settings have enabled chemical manipulation in order to help you get the most out of your experience. Please press okay to continue or info for more information.
Wait, the game was going to drug her? She didn’t like the sound of that. She pressed the info button.
Chemical manipulation is done by sending small electrical currents to your brain via the plug. While no drugs are being administered, chemical manipulation encourages your brain to produce excess hormones to help exaggerate your game play experience.
She supposed that was all right then. She pressed the back button followed by okay.
Thank you for playing Dog for the Day. Please enjoy your gaming experience.
Jen opened her eyes and found herself lying on her back in bed. The sun was beginning to rise and shine through the blinds of the small bedroom. She turned her head and saw her master- the non-playable character she had grown so attached to- sprawled out. She watched as his chest rose and fell with his deep even breathing. He looked so peaceful. How I wish you were real. She shook the thought out of her head. It was because he was only a NPC that she had allowed herself to grow so attached to him. She could never handle sleeping next to another person in bed. Or be touched. Or held. Or be seen peeing.
She blushed as she remembered the last time she had logged in during a full dive. She felt like she now shared a bond with him. A bond she could never share with an actual human being. Jen was beginning to see the appeal of these games. She could never have these feelings for someone in the real world.
She scooted over a little and rested her head on his chest. She scrunched up her face in confusion when she heard a strange rustling noise. She looked to him, but he was still asleep. Where had that come from? Jen shuffled her legs. There it was again. The noise was coming from under her. She lifted the blanket up. That’s when she smelled it. Pee. She flipped the blanket off of her and stared down at herself. She was lying on a puppy pad. A soaked puppy pad.
“Good morning,” a groggy voice said. She looked over at him as he smiled and ruffled her hair. Her tail wagged under her despite her situation. She leaned her head into his hand as cue for him to keep petting her. He obliged- until he saw the mess she was sitting in. He let out a sigh as she whimpered and hung her head down. “Again?”
Again? What did he mean again? This was the first time she had wet the bed in game. Even though she knew it wasn’t real, her cheeks still burned with shame and embarrassment. Her heart beat in her chest as she waited for his reaction. Eventually he just smiled and said, “What am I going to do with you?”
She relaxed, but stared down at her mess. “Sowwry.” She mumbled.
“Well, it’s a good thing I had you sleep on top of those last night.” He said. He patted her head one more time before getting up and walked over to her side of the bed. “This is the third time you’ve wet the bed though.” He pulled down her soaked shorts and panties and bundled them up with the soaked pad. “Maybe I should make you an appointment with the vet today.” She whimpered and shook her head, but her pleas went unanswered. “Well, c’mon, let’s get you in the bath.” He picked her up under her arms and carried her to the bathroom. She hugged him and rested her head on his shoulder. She wished she could stay wrapped in his arms and scent, but all too soon he set her down on the bathmat and started stripping her the rest of the way.
She flinched when the faucet was turned on. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever get used to her heightened hearing in this world. She stood off to the side waiting for the bathtub to fill when the running water made her bladder ache. What? Didn’t she pee enough in bed? She looked to him, but his back was turned, so she looked up at the large porcelain bowl and frowned. The lid was down. She was so short in this world she wondered if she could lift the lid by herself. She felt like the size of a small child and the toilet bowl went a little past her waist.
She tugged on the hem of his shirt. He looked down at her and smiled. “What’s the matter?” She tried to ask for help, but the words wouldn’t come as easily as they had in her last session. She figured it was because she had changed the difficulty setting. She pointed to the lid.
“Toi- toy-“ She tried to say.
“Hmm, you want bath toys?” He asked. She shook her head. She was beginning to feel desperate. She chalked it up to the running water. She shuffled her feet and kept pointing. “Do you need to go potty?” She nodded her head and blushed at his infantile language. He hadn’t treated her so young before, had he? She supposed she deserved it after wetting his bed three times in a row apparently.
He lifted the lid for her. He was about to help her up, but she quickly launched herself up and on. “It’s a little big, isn’t it?” He turned his back as he shut off the water.
“Yeah,” she agreed. She breathed a sigh of relief. She almost hadn’t made it in time. She relaxed and leaned back. A big mistake. She yelped and whimpered as she felt herself fall in. He turned back around to find her stuck, legs and elbows the only things keeping her from contact with the water.
He quickly grabbed her and held her in his arms. She whimpered as her body trembled. “Aw, you poor thing. You’re shaking. It’s okay; I’ve got you. Did that scare you?”
“Y-yes.” She whimpered. It was silly, she knew, but her heart hammered inside her chest. It was like she had never felt so scared in her life. So what if her butt got a little wet?
“It’s okay, I get scared when I fall too. Even when I just feel like I’m falling.” He explained as he rubbed her back. “Sometimes right when I’m about to fall asleep, my body will jump and it feels like I’m falling. It’s scary.” She nodded her head. For a NPC, he sure knew a lot about the little things. “I’m going to put you in the water now, okay?”
“Okay,” she squeaked. He set her down in the warm bath water where she finally settled down.
He chuckled when he poured a cup of warm water over her head while she lapped up the water cascading down her face. She regretted doing the same when he rinsed the suds out of her hair. Jen made a displeased face as she tried to scrape the taste out of her mouth.
“We need to go shopping today. I’ll try and find you something to help with the toilet situation. In the mean time, go ahead and use the pads. I don’t want you falling in and getting hurt.” He said. He put a towel on her head and began to dry her hair, but when he lifted the towel away, he was greeted with large orange eyes giving him the puppy dog stare. He chuckled, tapped her on the nose, and got her dressed.
Breakfast was amazing as usual. He made her a whole plate of meat and she didn’t feel the least bit remorseful for the animal critters she was ingesting. Since it wasn’t real, she figured it was okay. Once again, she inhaled her food and was left staring at her owner enjoying his. He shook his head and grinned when he saw her pleading, desperate gaze.
After the dishes were done, and he was showered and dressed, he announced it was time to go. Her tail wagged back and forth in a flurry of excitement at the prospect of riding in the car. Her excitement only grew when he cinched her purple bedazzled collar around her neck. And then she felt…funny. She starred off into space as she ran her finger along the faux leather. He seemed to pick up on her change of attitude.
“You alright?” His large green eyes were full of concern.
“Yeah,” she answered after a moment of hesitation. She snapped herself out of her daze and smiled.
“Just making sure.” He said giving her a pat on her head. There it was again. How strange. He frowned and mumbled something about making an appointment, but all she noticed was his hand on her head. It felt…better than usual. She closed the gap between them and hugged onto his leg. “You’re acting a bit odd, you sure you’re okay?” She nodded her head as he rubbed her back. It felt so good; she wanted to be rubbed more. If she were a cat she’d be purring like an engine. She blushed when a strange yap escaped her lips. She broke apart as her senses returned. Maybe she was enjoying this a little too much.
“If you’re sure you’re okay.” He said. He took a few steps towards the door before stopping to ponder something. “Before you get in my car, please try going potty.”
Her face flushed as she remembered the last time she rode in his car. She had gotten a little too excited and leaked. She nodded her head in agreement and began walking towards the bathroom, but froze when he called after her. “Use the pad until we figure out the toilet situation.” She pouted, but he remained unmoved. She stared at the white mat in the corner of the room in distaste, but the scent of pine beckoned her forward.
She figured she’d compromise and move it behind the coffee table for some privacy, but when she tugged on the mat it wouldn’t budge. There was adhesive on the backside and her little arms couldn’t pull it up.
Her saw her trying to move the mat. “Go, Jenny,” he said.
She scowled. The pine scent was wrecking havoc on her. The animal side of her was coming out. She needed to own that matt. There was only one way to do it. Jen looked down as she felt her shorts growing warm.
She squeaked and crossed her legs. Why? She hadn’t had to go that bad! She grabbed at her crotch and doubled over. He came over to see what the problem was. He moved her hands and quickly pulled her shorts down for her, but the damage was already done. Jen squatted over the matt to finish, but her shorts had caught most of it. He didn’t say anything to her, but she heard him talking on the phone a few minutes later.
When he came back out, he held a wet rag in his hands along with another pair of shorts and undies. He helped her clean up while she hung her head down in shame. “We’re going to make a pit stop on the way to the store.” He didn’t say anything more. He didn’t have to. She knew he was taking her to the vet.
The car ride passed in silence. She didn’t really understand why she felt so anxious. Much more so than she would if she were going to see her regular physician. She chalked it up to fear of the unknown- until she remembered the warning about chemical manipulation. The game was playing with her emotions. She tried to remind herself she could log out any time she wanted to, but she knew she didn’t want to. She wanted to see where this would go.
She smiled when he attached her leash to the collar and walked her inside. Even if it was silly, she felt a little bit of pride being his dog. It was as if she was showing him off on the other end of the leash.
The first thing she noticed when they walked through the door was the smell. The scent of every animal, past and present, that had been here lingered in the lobby. She felt the need to sniff every chair and every person sitting in them before he guided her over to the front desk.
The lobby was loud. She could hear several voices talking amongst themselves. When he finished the paperwork he led towards a group of free chairs. She looked around and that’s when she noticed it. She could hear voices, but the people were silent. What she heard were the animals. How cool, she thought. She hadn’t realized she could speak to the animals in the game.
She glanced around the room taking in the sights, sounds, and smells. Her tongue hung out her mouth as she panted. To her left was a rather large woman with a tiny teacup Chihuahua trembling in her lap. The dog was dressed in the most ridiculous outfit she had ever seen complete with red skirt and beads to match its owner’s outfit. It had a miserable look on its face. “Kill me now.” It grumbled.
She smiled sympathetically as she sat in the plastic chair, kicking her dangling legs in the air as a way of displacing her anxiety. She watched her legs and wondered when the last time she was able to sit in a chair and not touch the ground with her feet. It had to have been 10 to 12 years at least.
Jenny looked up when she heard the front door open. In walked a man who appeared to be in his mid 40’s with a grey newspaper boy hat and thick mustache. He carried in his arms a black crate with many holes in it and sat down beside her after checking in at the front desk. She moved her head a bit closer and peeked into the dark crate through the holes. A small pair of green eyes met her curious glance followed by a hiss. Before she could stop herself, a low growl emanated from deep inside her chest. The man with the box quickly moved the crate to his other side and gave her a sharp glare.
“Be nice,” Jenny’s master said. She hung her head and whimpered. He patted her hair as a way to say all was well. Jenny went back to kicking her legs while stealing occasional glances at the hunched up fur ball inside the crate.
Whimpering filled the room as a lady came in dragging a very distressed German Shepherd by the leash. She appeared to be struggling as tried to pull him in with both hands. The large dog wasn’t having it. He dug his paws into the ground and tried to grab onto anything he could to prevent himself from being pulled in. “No, please! Don’t do it!” The dog begged in a voice only Jenny could understand. “I promise, I’ll never look at another female again! Please don’t chop them off!”
“Jenny and Jeremy.” Another voice called out, stealing Jen’s attention away from the fighting dog.
“That’s us.” He said standing up. She wondered who Jeremy was for a second until she realized that was her master. She remained frozen in her seat. “It’ll be okay; I promise.” He coaxed, but Jenny remained paralyzed. He picked her up and carried her towards the back as she buried her face into his neck.
“Looks like we have a shy one.” The voice from before said. She peeked her head out from the crook of his neck to see a young man in his twenties dressed in green scrubs. The vet tech motioned for Jeremy to set her down on the scale. After he got her weight, he had her stand up as tall as she could against the wall as something came down on top of her head. He marked down her measurements on his tablet before motioning for them to follow him.
He led them into the second examination room while Jeremy set her down on a cold metal table. “Now I just need to get her temperature,” He said. Jenny stretched out her arm so he could scan her chip, but instead he came towards her with a strange looking device. “Open your mouth, please.” She did as he said while he stuck something metal under her tongue.
It felt odd and uncomfortable. She wondered how long she’d have to wait, until finally it beeped. He pulled it out of her mouth and scowled. “Sorry, it didn’t work. I have to do it again.” He put the object back under her tongue and again it displayed an error message. And again. And again. “I’m sorry, it looks like the anthro thermometers broken. Let me go ask the vet what he wants to do. Might have to use the regular dog thermometer.”
“I hope not.” Jeremy said with a frown after the tech left. He turned to her and said, “I’m sorry about this, Jenny. I’ll try and get you out of this, but if worse comes to worse, will you promise to be a brave girl?” She didn’t like the sound if this one bit.
The vet tech came back a few seconds later, apologized, and announced he’d have to use the dog thermometer.
“Can you just not take her temperature?” Jeremy asked. The tech shook his head and explained the vet needed it in order to make a proper diagnosis. She didn’t like how serious her master looked right now. She let out a whine, unsure what was going on.
He positioned her on the table in the doggy down position, with her head and arms down in front of her and her butt high in the air as she sat on her knees. It wasn’t until she felt the back of her shorts getting pulled down did she realize what was going on. That’s when she tried to make a break for it. She hopped off the table while the tech was lubricating the thermometer and made a mad dash out the door.
“WE GOT A RUNNER!” She heard yelled behind her. She tried to run into the lobby, but found her way blocked by the secretary. She turned and tried to hide in one of the rooms when she found her master behind her not looking pleased. He knelt down in front of her. She was about to yell log out, but his words made her stop.
“If you get this over with, we’ll go get a hamburger later.”
Was he seriously trying to bribe her with food? How dumb did he think she was?
“A hamburger with bacon on it. Lot’s of bacon.” ………………………………………………………………………….
“Now was that so bad?” The vet tech asked as he removed the thermometer from her bottom. She whimpered and nodded her head as she squeezed Jeremy’s hands.
“You did good! It’s all over now!” He said pressing his forehead against hers. “You feel a little warm.”
“She’s running a slight fever.” The tech said while tossing his gloves in the trash. Jeremy made a pouty face at her before giving her a hug. She sniffled and threw her arms around him. “Uh-oh, let me get a rag.” He said. They both looked to find the table covered in urine. She whimpered again in embarrassment. “It’s okay, it happens.” He said. “At least your shorts were off.”
When the vet came in, he introduced himself and began asking Jeremy questions. He tried to explain the situation as best he could. Unknown to Jenny, her character had been having several accidents lately. Daytime and night. Along with seeming out of sorts and distracted, he thought it best to have her get a check up. The vet nodded his head and listened before asking more questions.
“Had she already had all of her shots?” She was relieved to find the answer a yes. “Has she been fixed?”
Jeremy shook his head, before explaining she was too young. She breathed a sigh of relief as she imagined Jeremy pulling her by the leash while she dug into the floor like that German Shepard from earlier. He asked how old she was, to which he replied, “four months.” And then the examination came.
He looked in her ears, and the back of her throat. He listened to her heart and felt her joints. And then he started examining things a little further south. She growled when she felt a hand touch her down below. He then gave her a clean bill of health.
“Then what’s causing the problems?” Jeremy asked.
“All perfectly normal symptoms for a puppy about to go into heat.”
The look on Jeremy’s face explained it all. He hadn’t been expecting it either. “I thought dogs didn’t go into heat until 6 months -especially anthro’s.”
“Smaller breeds can start around 4 months, but yes, she’s an early bloomer. All the signs are there though. Increased urination, spaced out behavior, mild fever, swollen vu-“
“So what do we do about it?” Jeremy asked cutting him off. He seemed about as reluctant to talk about her lady parts as she was.
“Well, if the wettings are persistent, I’d suggest getting some puppy pants. They’re like the pads, but she can wear them underneath her clothes and pull them up and down. They especially help with the discharge. Now it’s important not to breed her with other dogs until at least her third cycle. If symptoms become unmanageable for her until then, you can do one of several options. You can teach her how to relieve herself, you can give her medicine to help temporarily suppress her urges, or you can help relieve her urges yourself.”
And there’s the mature content, Jenny thought with a sigh. |
Jeremy must have seen the worried look on her face. He smiled and patted her head. Her? Heat? Didn’t that just mean she’d get a period? What was all this talk about mating her? Was he going to pimp her out? Turn her into some kind of puppy mill? Could she even get pregnant in this game? She had a gut feeling it was high on the list of possibilities.
“How will I know she wants to…?” Jeremy asked. He let his sentence remain unfinished. He looked about as uncomfortable as she felt.
“Ah, well, there’s a few signs you can be on the lookout for- that is if she doesn’t outright come to you for help.” The vet said. She looked at him skeptically. Did he really think she’d just drop her clothes and say, “take me now?” She doubted anything this game could throw at her would make her beg for sex. Sex was dirty. And disgusting. And painful. But wasn’t that the point of these games? To change that line of thinking…
“She’s a shy one.” Jeremy said, “I don’t think she’d tell me if she was ready. She hardly talks at all.”
The vet replied with, “Then I’d work with her on her communication skills. Anthro puppies are more dog than human at this stage. Instincts tend to take the wheel, especially while in heat.”
Jen frowned. This was not what she wanted to hear. It was hard enough controlling the animal within her. Now she was going to be even more of a raging bitch than usual on her period? Given her state, the irony was not lost on her.
“You can expect to see things such as flagging, or grinding against objects.” Jen blushed and tried to picture herself scissoring the leg of a table. Should she buy it dinner first? Should she light some candles? She imagined herself under the table at Jeremy’s apartment, glass of red wine in hand, raising it up in toast to the furniture appendage she was about to know intimately.
“What is flagging?” Jeremy asked.
“Flagging is when a female dog signals with her tail that she wants to mate.” The vet explained. ”Instead of hanging down like it is now, he tail will rise up when aroused, much like a female version of an erection.” Wait, seriously? She was going to get a tail boner? “When you see the symptoms, it’s best to take the patted shorts off and let her- or you- relieve her. Anthro dogs who suppress these urges for too long tend to be irritable and violent. I’ve had to put Anthro’s down for attacking children, much like you’d put down a regular dog.”
Jen let out a whimper. So that was the games bad ending. Euthanasia.
“Don’t worry, girl, I won’t let that happen.” Jeremy said. “Is there anything else? Markings just a male thing, right?”
“Not for an anthro in heat. It’s one of the reasons for poor bladder control. They have a habit of becoming possessive of their territory.”
Great, so she was going to become a jealous bitch too.
“As a rule of caution, if you plan to stimulate her, always use your hands.” The vet said.
Maybe it was just the way the vet said it that piqued his curiosity, but Jeremy made the mistake of following up with a, “why?”
“There’s something I need to show you.” He dug in his drawers for a minute before retrieving a book. He handed it to Jeremy, who took one look at the front page and immediately handed it back. The color drained from his face, which left him looking a ghostly pale. One of his hands hovered protectively over his crotch. Whatever he had seen; it wasn’t pretty. “Always remember fingers first. Anthro’s are not personnel sex toys, if they aren’t in the mood or have had enough, they will lash out.”
Jeremy let out a weak laugh, “Wouldn’t mind loosing a finger in comparison.” Jen grimaced. She had a feeling he had seen some, “not in the mood” injuries to some family jewels.
The vet made a list of things he should buy at the pet store and handed it over. “Sorry about the shock, but it gets the point across.” Jeremy nodded. He still didn’t look too good, but he thanked the vet anyway.
“Better than learning the hard way.” He said. The vet then took something out of a bag and handed it to her. She looked it over. It was white and spongy, kind of like the pads. “Need some help?” She looked at Jeremy before shyly nodding. He unfolded the material and slid her legs in one by one though the holes, before pulling them up the rest of the way. She grimaced and yelped at a sharp pain on her backside. He apologized profusely when he realized he had put them on her backwards and had pinched her tail. After getting them on the right way, he stuck his hand in the back and fed her tail through the opening.
“It’s a good idea to remind her to relieve herself out side of the shorts when she can. These are to keep furniture dry in case she gets excited.” He explained. “Being lazy with toileting habits can lead to further weakening of her bladder and will make recovery more difficult when her cycle is over.”
Jen looked away as she rolled her eyes. She was getting annoyed with him talking over her head like she wasn’t even there. Like she’d purposefully use these things anyway- game or not.
She was glad they were leaving. Her mood was less than ideal. She had even slapped Jeremy’s hand away when he tried to help dress her. When the vet brought up obedience training, she briefly considered making him a subject for a new issue of Dick Injury Illustrated, but thought better of it when the word Euthanasia flashed through her head. Sure, she could always restart the game, but she attached to the way things were. She wanted to see how things played out. Not to mention the emotional turmoil being, “put down” would cause.
Jen tried to remind herself to calm down. It was most likely just the game messing with her emotions again. She was irritable and ornery, but who wouldn’t be after getting a thermometer shoved up their ass? Jeremy seemed to sense her mood, as he let her sit quietly in the car.
When they got to the pet store, he opened her door and put on her leash. This was one of the last places she wanted to be. Would she have to face that clerk again? A brief thought flashed through her mind. Was he returning her? Had she gone too far? She shook the thought from her head. She hadn’t even done anything. Calm down. We’re here to get supplies.
“Sorry, I have to take you in with me, it’s illegal to leave anthro’s unattended in cars. Otherwise I’d let you lay down for a bit. I know you’re not feeling yourself right now.” She nodded, appreciative that he wasn’t angry with her. She was feeling off. Her face was flushed. He put a cool hand to her forehead. He frowned. She must still be running a fever. “We’ll be quick, I promise.”
He unbuckled her, carried her into the cool air-conditioned store, and set her in the child seat in the basket. He tied the end of her leash to the handle bar before making his way down the aisle. As soon as the sliding glass doors had opened smells of all kinds assaulted her nose. Dog food, dog urine, dogs, just to name a few. On a normal day she’d be fighting her way out of the seat to investigate, but today she simply rested her head in her hands.
She heard Jeremy ask a question to someone about brands. She lifted her head, relieved to see a different clerk than before standing in the red smock. An NPC girl in her late teens smiled at her. Jen saw her nametag, but the letters made no sense to her. Dogs couldn’t read after all, she figured. She wasn’t really listening to their conversation, she just wanted to go home and take a nap. She debated logging out, but the idea of going back to work seemed even less appealing. She’d just be feeling like crap the next time she logged in. Might as well play it through.
She heard them both laugh. She looked up to see Jeremy smiling. What was he so happy about? She followed his gaze to the clerk. They were chatting about something not even pet related. The sight made her even more irritable. She growled to get his attention.
“Right, sorry.” He said with a sympathetic smile. “She’s feeling off. She’s a little moody right now.” He whispered the last part, but her sensitive ears still heard it clear as day.
“Ah, I think I understand.” The clerk said. “Did you get her here? There’s another anthro puppy in another aisle that looks just like her. Might be a sibling.”
With his interest piqued, Jeremy thanked her and pushed the cart down the aisles in search of the mystery sibling. As bad as she felt, she couldn’t keep her tail from wagging when she made eye contact with one of her clones. It was like looking in a mirror.
“Awe, isn’t that adorable?” The owner of the other anthro said when Jeremy parked his cart next to hers so the puppies could say hello. “What’s her name? This one’s name is Brenda. A gift from my husband. ”
“Jenny,” he said. “a gift to myself. I hadn’t planned on getting a dog that day, but when I passed by, she was lying in the window all alone and I knew I had to have her.”
Jen let their owners talk while she checked out her “sibling.” They sniffed each other for a minute before Brenda broke into a grin. “You’re the one who peed on my masters daughter.” Jen blushed. “It’s okay, I don’t like her either.” Jen looked up expecting her to get scolded, but it seemed as if they hadn’t heard her at all. “We speak our own language; it’s ok.” Jen remembered hearing the desperate plea of the German shepherd. Was she speaking dog?
“I had to go to the vet today.” Jen said to test out her voice. She didn’t stutter or stumble at all. In fact, it seemed as if she could speak normally to other dogs. Brenda cringed in sympathy and spoke of her own tale. She said her master had made another appointment to get her, “fixed.” She wondered aloud what about her was broken. Jen didn’t have the heart to break it to her. She looked up and caught the tale end of their masters conversations.
“…Poor things been going through heat.” The lady said. “Once her cycles over I’m getting her fixed. I don’t plan on breeding her and Brenda here’s been humping everything- moving or not.” Jenny caught the deep blush that spread over her siblings face.
“Mommy!” She whined. Jen doubted the credibility of the game. It really sounded like a male problem, but the designer probably thought I’d be a good idea so whatever.
The woman ignored her complaints and kept talking. “What do you plan on doing with Jenny?”
“I was planning on letting her go through a few cycles and see how it goes. She hasn’t gone into heat yet, but when I took her to the vet today he said she was close. She’s running a fever and not quite herself today.” Jeremy explained. Jenny sighed. She supposed she’d have to get used to being talked about instead of to.
“Sounds like it will hit tonight. That’s how Brenda was the day before. She’s been such a handful ever since. If she’s not humping an object she’s peeing on it. We use a squirt bottle whenever we catch her doing one or the other.” Jeremy frowned.
“So then how do you help with her…umm…urges?” He asked out of curiosity,
“We don’t. She’ll live until we get her fixed next week.”
“I should’ve peed on her kid too.” Brenda mumbled. “This is the worst! It’s so hot and ugh! She’s got me in these stupid tape on diapers I can’t take off!”
“What’s it feel like?” Jenny asked.
“The diapers?” Jenny shook her head. “Oh that, it’s like an itch you can’t scratch! And these stupid things only make it worse!” She leaned in closer. “Try the corner of a coffee table when it hits.” Jen cocked her head to the side in confusion, but was startled by the women putting her face in hers.
“Now you be good for your daddy and stay out of trouble.” Daddy? She looked up at Jeremy. She hadn’t thought of him like that before.
She had never known her own father- as a person or a dog. She was the product of “civic responsibility” the politically correct term for rape. She never knew her farther. Didn’t want to. Her relationship with her mother had always been strained as a result of her coming to be. She never made it a secret how Samantha was conceived. She had a feeling she resented her for it. Maybe that’s why she liked the game so much. It felt good to be loved. Jeremy had a parental way about him, and he really did treat her like a daughter, but then again, what did she know about that. Daddy…It had a nice ring to it.
When they got back into the car after loading the bags in the trunk, Jeremy sat in silence deep in thought. “What you saw in there was the exception; not the rule.” He said after a moment of silence. She hadn’t the slightest idea what he was talking about. “Jenny,” he said turning to look her in the eye. “When the time comes, don’t be afraid to do what you need to. I would never expect you- or want you- to suppress it. I don’t care if you hump my leg if that’s what it takes, I would never punish you or squirt you with a water bottle. If your dog side comes out and takes over; that’s ok. It’s part of who you are. I don’t expect you to be one or the other.”
“Your leg?” Jenny asked with a grin. They both giggled before Jen let out a yawn.
“Let’s get you home.” |
Samantha blinked in surprise as her senses tried to grasp what had happened. It took her a second to realize where she was. Last she knew Jeremy had laid her down in his bed for a much needed nap. It seemed getting a thermometer shoved up a crevice where no thermometers been before had a way of emotionally and physically draining a person- or dog.
Now she lay on the less than comfortable “cushioned” table at the Sphere center. She could tell where she was even in the darkness. She recognized the unpleasant smell of the helmets- a mixture of sweat, disinfectant, lice remover, and just a dash of teenage hopelessness. The room still spun as her equilibrium tried to catch up- a sign of being manually logged out from the outside.
She felt the wires being pulled from the base of her neck. Not a painful feeling, but an uncomfortable pinch. The helmet was removed as her eyes were met with the blinding glare of the lights above her, instead of a dark room that was supposed to help with the transition. Whoever was unplugging her was breaking every rule. She wanted to groan when Tom’s head came into view, of course it was him. If it was her she’d be written up in the blink of an eye.
“Sorry I had to log you out.” He said. He wore on odd expression. His blue eyes were full of worry. His lips were turned in a tight frown. “Someone from the governments looking for you.”
Her heart froze for a second, before it began to thump at an increased rate. What would they want from her? Nothing good came of surprise visits from government officials-especially as a female. The last inspection had left her in tears. While not illegal for a woman to work, it was frowned upon in the eyes of the government. She didn’t fancy herself a conspiracy theorist by any means, but there was a nagging suspicion in the back of her mind. The purpose of her getting so many “inspections” over the last year was purely to break her spirit. She had come to the conclusion the hard way nothing she did would ever be good enough.
She was under their microscope as they looked for any reason to fire her just so they could replace her with a male counterpart. It had been a great job, until she turned of age. Once she turned 18 a switch had been flipped. Now she was a blip on their radar as they circled overhead like a hawk waiting to swoop in the moment she took one toe out of line. And Tom wondered why she was such a hard ass.
“Why don’t you deal with them?” She hissed. She slowly pushed herself up as the room spun.
“They requested you by name.”
She swore under her breath. “Well, what do they want?”
“I think he’s from the drafting office.”
Her stomach tightened. Acid rose in her throat that wasn’t from the vertigo. The drafting office was every girl’s worst nightmare. It was something parents hung over their heads in an attempt to make them behave. Boys were threatened with the boogieman; girls were threatened with the draft. Panic overtook her in the blink of an eye. Sam had no idea the truth to the rumors, but just the word draft was enough to put her on edge.
The female draft had no affiliation to the military; it was government run matchmaking service. A drafting for marriage. The only “matchmaking” they did was pairing males with females. It didn’t matter if there was a 30 year age difference; it didn’t even matter if you’d never met before. Once you were in the system, you were assigned a partner. No if’s and’s or butt’s. All sales were final. With rumors flying left and right of forced registration of single females over 18- a category she just happened to fit to a T- she’d rather be thrown into a closet with the boogieman than face whoever was out there waiting for her.
She eyed the window and tried to calculate her percentage of a successful escape as she debated making a run for it. She doubted she’d get very far in the snow.
“You’d better go, Sam, he looked pretty serious.” Tom said. There was a hint of sympathy in his eyes.
“What do I do?” she asked. Her voice rose and cracked with fear. Her butt was glued to the table. She could practically hear the wedding bells as an organ played, “Here Comes the Bride.” It was like nails on a chalkboard. She had never been so scared in her life. He seemed lost in thought for a moment, but his eyes suddenly shone. “What? What is it?” Sam begged. She launched herself off the table and gripped his arms. “Tell me you have an idea!”
“Well, it’s not a very good idea, but we could pretend to be getting married.” He said. He shook his head, “No, that’ll never-“
“Yes, please! Would you please? It could work! Pretend to be my fiancé!” she looked up at him with large desperate eyes. Could this slacker- no this man- really be her salvation? Would he of all people really do something so selfless for her? Bless this beautiful man!
“Well, I suppose I could, but you owe me.” He offered his arm to her and she took it. She was glad to have him to lean on as her legs wobbled more and more the closer she got to the lobby, each step taking her closer to her doom.
She took a deep breath as he opened the door revealing a man in the lobby. He wore a grey business suit with matching tie. His appearance was clean-shaven and his posture was so perfect he could balance a glass of water on his head and not spill a drop. Everything from the way he dressed to the way he held himself screamed professional. She knew he was important before he even opened his mouth.
Her nerves got the best of her when his blue eyes gave her an icy cold stare. She blurted out, “Have you met my fiancé, Tom?” She nudged him forward a step. He nodded his head, but his demeanor remained unchanged. Did he not believe her? Could he see past her lie so easily? Her lunch was rising in her throat. She had to do something.
“I’m Agent Cook from the-“ She couldn’t do this! He was looking right at her just waiting for her to spill the beans. How much time would she get for lying to an officer? She couldn’t go to jail! She had to convince him! It was now or never! She spun Tom around and nearly knocked him over with a forceful and awkward kiss. She had to make this believable; her life was on the line! Five seconds passed. Now ten seconds. She couldn’t breath. His mouth tasted of day old taco’s. She broke it off when the agent cleared his throat. Poor Tom looked shell shocked.
“He’s my fiancé,” Sam blurted out again.
“Yes, I heard you. Congratulations.” He said, in a deadpan voice. “Now as I told your fiancé, I’m Agent Cook from the Sphere Protection Program. I’m here to walk you through the pod set up for the cadet you’ll be hosting here.“ Sam stared at him blankly as her jaw hung slightly ajar.
“You-You’re not from the draft office?” She sputtered out. He shook his head as the corners of his mouth twitched upwards in a slight smirk. She could hear Tom let out a snort of laughter as he covered his mouth with his hand. “Will you excuse us a minute?” She asked with a fake grin plastered on her face. She pushed Tom in the back without another word.
“YOU ASSHOLE!” A loud hollow smack echoed throughout the other wise empty center. “I HOPE YOU ROT IN THE 9TH GATE OF HELL!” The man sat in silence and listened to the crashes of items being thrown before the two returned. Sam held her throbbing palm in her hand as she apologized for the wait. A bright red palm print stretched across Tom’s face as he hung his head in shame. |
(The explicit chapter)
That mother fucking shit for brains asshole! If I knew I wouldn’t get fired I’d punch him right in the nuts!
Samantha glared at him as she mumbled under her breath. She led the way into the back room where the pod was stored for the cadet. Tom stayed behind nursing his cheek.
Samantha and Agent Cook entered the back room. Wired and cabled of different sizes and colors were splayed across the floor. They stepped over a grouping of them as they stood in front of the white pod. Agent Cook looked it over inside and out. He gave her the rundown of what was about to happen. She had been chosen of all the employees to care for the cadet during their time here. Sam’s jaw nearly dropped when he told her the news. He was entrusting her with that kind of responsibility? Why? Weren’t they trying to get rid of her?
She was grateful, sure. Here was an opportunity to prove herself. Or a reason for them to fire her. Females were not given positions of authority. Females were not given responsibility. Females were told to run along home and play homemaker.
He seemed to pick up on her hesitancy.
“The cadet you will be hosting here will also be female.” He said something else, but it went over Sam’s head. She was still in shock. The cadet was a girl? They were letting a girl become a solder? This was…great! How awesome! This could mean things were about to change! “We need you to perform the initial check in. Have her strip down, check her body for pre-existing injuries, and take notes. With the faux drug on the market causing real life injuries sustained in virtual reality, we don’t need any law suits.”
He walked her through the steps of the water holding tank, which needed to be flushed every ten hours. Then there were the heart rate monitors. He showed her a button to press in case of an emergency if her heart rate was to fall. And then the biggest responsibility of them all; the time altering drug. The vial he held in his hands was probably worth more than either of their lives, monetary wise. It was all so fascinating. Long term Sphere Dives. She couldn’t imagine staying in virtual reality for an entire year. It was amazing how they could cram a years worth of training in two weeks.
“Do you think you can handle this?” He asked. She nodded her head eagerly. “If anything goes wrong, this is on you. Do you have any idea what would happen to you if you caused the death of government property?” She shrunk back at his stern stare and tone of voice. She had a feeling an arranged marriage would be pleasant in comparison.
She shuddered as she led him back out. She watched him leave out the front door before turning on Tom. He slinked back like a guilty puppy. There were so many things she wanted to say to him. Hell, there were so many things she wanted to do to him! She couldn’t think. She needed space. “Log me back in. You owe me.”
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Jenny awoke in Jeremy’s bed to the sounds of the television blaring in the next room. She sighed. It was good to be back. This had become her safe haven. Too bad Jeremy wasn’t real, Tom could learn a thing or two from him. She stretched and rubbed the sleep from her eyes before sitting up to find herself sitting on something strange. She pulled the covers back to find herself naked except for a pull up with paw print designs.
The urge to pee hit her so fast she scrambled out bed and dashed for the bathroom only to find it still closed. She danced from foot to foot while holding herself with one hand and knocked on the door with the other.
“You’re up! I was just about to come check and see what you wanted for din- Oh.” He said, taking in her posture. He held out his hand to her and hurried her into the living room. “Remember, the vet doesn’t want you using the pull-ups. They’re only in case of accidents.” She let out a whimper. Why were they in the living room? The bathroom was that way! She looked around for one of the puppy pads to use, but noticed something different in the corner of the room by the couch.
“Since the toilet was too big for you, I thought this might be a better alternative.” She looked at the plastic potty. It was a nice gesture, but why was it out in the living room? He could have put it in the bathroom. She squeezed her legs tighter together as she felt herself beginning to leak. No time to argue. She was about to pull down the garment, but in one motion he had it down and had her seated on the potty before she could even register what happened. Her bladder relaxed as its contents trickled into the bowl below her. Her face grew warm in embarrassment.
She looked up at him with large green eyes when she was done. He smiled and patted her head. Her tail wagged and thumped against the back the plastic bowl. His hand felt so good on her head. He stood her up and cleaned her while she closed her eyes and hugged his leg. She was feeling funny again.
“Uh-oh,” He said, as he pulled her absorbent shorts back up and fed her tail through. She looked up at him, but he said not to worry about it and left to empty the bowl. Jen shrugged and hopped up on the couch and waited for his return. She rested her head on the armrest. She felt like she was in a fog and she could feel the extra warmth from her face radiating heat.
When Jeremy came back he held a basket of clothes in his hands. “I’m going down to the laundry room. Do you want to come or stay here?” She was tired, but the sudden thought of him leaving her had her on her feet. He helped her into a shirt, and started leading the way. She looked down at the exposed pull-up but he told her not to worry about it. Was it weird she was leaving the house in just a shirt and underwear?
No one down stairs seemed to even bat an eye. One lady folding sheets even said she was adorable. Her ears perked up as her tail wagged back and forth. He laughed and stroked under her chin. His touch, while normally awkward but pleasant, suddenly left her skin tingling. She rubbed her face on his hand guiding him to pet her more. Her body was heating up. She held onto his leg while he scratched behind her ears. It felt so good! She wanted him to touch her more, she wanted him to…uh-oh… They locked eyes for a moment. His slight apologetic grin told her he knew what was happening. She looked behind her at her raised tail.
He looked at his bag of half loaded laundry. “Can you wait a few minutes?” She nodded and tried to calm herself down. What in the world had just gotten over her? Her breathing was coming a little harder than before. Her legs fidgeted as she walked in place. What was this feeling? She bent forward slightly and wiggled her legs together. She felt hot and unbearably uncomfortable. A pressure was building, but it was different than having to pee. She whimpered. She didn’t like feeling like this, but the thought of going back to reality was worse.
Jen tried to take her mind off it by watching Jeremy shoveling the rest of the laundry into the machine. He turned a few nobs and added some soap before turning it on. The machine roared to life and shook in place. He looked back at her and frowned. “Do you want me to help?” He whispered. She quickly shook her head in embarrassment. “Do you know what to do?” She shook her head again. She didn’t even know what this was. Was it called heat because she felt so hot? It felt like she was going through some kind of doggie menopause. He waved his hand through his hair as he looked around the laundry room. “How do you feel?”
“Not good.” She leaned into him as he picked her up. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her head in his chest. It felt so good to be in his arms.
“I have an idea, but try to be quiet. I’ll try and hide you.”
“Okay,” Jen mumbled. He set her down on the edge of the shaking washing machine. She let out a yelp in surprise. The movement felt strange at first. She still clung onto Jeremy and he hugged her back. This odd sensation was scary. She squirmed in place, but legs were opening inch by inch. The damp padding was pressing up against her. The sensation inside of her was building with every second. She felt like a pressure cooker ready to blow. Her initial quiet whimpers soon turned into moans.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Jeremy whispered. “I think you’re almost there. Just a little longer.” She didn’t know what there was, but she knew it was coming. Her hips rocked of their own accord with the motions of the machine. The place between her legs was burning! The pressure was too much! Something was going to happen! Her hands curled into fists around Jeremy’s back and dug in. “Don’t be scared. Just let it happen.” She felt her pelvic muscles spasm. She was leaking into the pull up, and she was… she was…
She let out a long, loud howl like a wolf baying at the moon. She panted as her bearings slowly returned to her bit by bit. “Feel better?” He asked as he rubbed her back. She nodded. She did feel better. The pressure was gone, right along with all the fucks she gave about Tom. “Good girl, but we should go now. I think we caused a bit of a scene.” She looked over his shoulder. The room had gone completely silent. With her head clear, she was now very aware that all eyes were on her. She swallowed nervously and hid her head in his neck while he carried her back inside. She was about to drift to sleep in his arms, but was startled awake by the words, “I love you, Sam.”
She stared up at him in shock. If it hadn’t been for her now clear head she would have missed it. Her avatars name was Jen…Sam was her real name! |
This is going to be an ongoing story, I don't know how common the chapters are going to be, but if you enjoyed if, please feel free to comment compliments, critiques or suggestions about the story. The arc is still up in the air so I would love to hear some thoughts on how the story should go with the characters.
Chapter 1:
Katie Lewis-Daniels adjusted the tight white blouse that had been trapping her for the last few hours. Never-ending discomfort was the name of her life, sitting on a stiff office chair, feeling her tights that she was wearing under her mini-dress were grinding upwards. If only she could simply stand and leave the dreadful square of space that was her cubicle, but she had not reason to. If she was not working, she was not earning credits, and lord knew, Katie Lewis-Daniels needed credits.
The woman frivilously typed into the large, multi-faceted computer that stood at her desk. Her thighs were agnoizingly sore, a product of sitting at the chair for nearly ten hours at this point. Her company, a far-too-large financial law-firm always had paperwork that needed to be done, typed up, and sent to another place so they can give it to a secretary to pain-stakingly do. Any time she would near the end of her pile, her section leader, a handsome, but devilish man named Mr. Brooks would walk over, attempt a few words of small-talk with the woman and then hand her another pile of manila folders. Only when Mr. Brooks back was turnt did she collapse onto the folders, throwing a sort of fit.
Never-ending, Katie couldn't even remember the last time she participated in work, or sleep. Anything else seemed pointless and unnecessary to her right now, her credits were lower than ever, since her useless College degree was taking money out of the account any chance they could, and suddenly, credits had become a much more needed amenity.
She finished another manila folder, placing it on the complete part of her desk, maybe if she worked very slowly, Mr. Brooks would never plop more folders onto her, showing how endless this job actually was. She continued to work, though, as that was pointless, and a waste of time. Besides, she knew how she was paid, every time a folder was completed, a file was entered or any sign of work being done, Katie would hear a ring from her phone, showing that five more credits had been added to her account. She had better use them, though, as College was still needing 100,000 of those.
100,000 divided by 5 credites, Katie thought to herself. 20,000, a file takes around 3 minutes, that 60,000 minutes, which is 1,000 hours of work just to pay off her College, and then, Kate had to pay for rent, amenities, public services, her private life. Well, she thought, she couldn't stop now. Though she had been working for 10 hours, the windows outside were showcasing her city in a bright yellow, hue, as if it was day. That was a window trick, it was actually 8:00 at night, and if she were to ponder outside, she would see barely anything from the darkness. The windows were meant to trick people into not realizing time passing, not to beg to leave when it's 4:00. That didn't matter, no one didn't want to work, and instead just wanted to keep pushing through files, getting five credits.
A sudden rememberance by Katie led her to looking through her phone, she opened the app and saw the amount of credites to her name:
Katie Helmstein Lewis-Daniels:
12,310 Credits.
Knowing the College, she would never see 90% of those credits, and the remaining amount was not enough to justify not working, even if the times were becoming an amazingly late, everyone worked overtime because there was no reason not to work when you could make five credits by filling out a manila folder. Of course there are side-effects to this, such as Katie's body feeling sore needs of working for ten hour stretches. Her stomach was empty, which was okay as she tried to keep her slim waist, her throat was ratched with thirst, her mistake, forgetting the water bottle at home, her legs were cramped, which was understandable, even when she had to stand she was in high heels, and her bladder was full, which was a common problem. None of these problems really mattered to Katie, as she could handle discomfort better than most.
The doors to the office swung open, meaning either somebody left or somebody came in. The work was not dificult, but it was busywork, and therefore it was normally dead silent inside the halls of the Secretaries. For this reason, Katie was able to observe things such as changes in temperature or doors swinging open better. This also allowed her to realize what was coming next, her favorite part of her day (sarcasm), the Interns.
She wished she didn't have to deal with interns and instead simply deal with her paperwork alone, but she was an intern once, and she learned her ways from another annoyed worker, so it was unfair to not allow the same deal of experience to the next crop of workers. Besides, she had reached a miracle, all of her files were finished, and Mr. Brooks had yet to pour some on her desk.
Katie turned and looked towards her intern, of which she could spot easily out of a crowd. The intern was named Mahoe Kokoa, but she went by Missy Kokoa. From her last name, Katie immediately could tell her Hawaiian descent, and her looks did not fail those expectations. Missy had luscious olive skin, long curly hair, and large eyes and lips, not demeaning to the fact that Missy was very pretty, actually extraordinarily pretty. Now, a lot of her prettiness came from the fact that she did not fear to show it off, she wore mini-skirts almost every day, ones that were not even close to company policy, when Katie asked her about it, she claimed that it was all she packed for the eight weeks, while stretching a pair down. I doubt she cared about company policy, but more about just how many stares Missy would get, her body was fully shown off in the small mini-skirts and her dress-blouses and blazer that she wore.
Missy would normally walk in with a stride, clicking and clacking on her high heels, but today was different, her shoulders were hanged down, her eyes facing the ground and her legs were slightly curved inwards.
"Evenin' Missy." Katie greeted, every intern was assigned one worker, and for the eight weeks of the internship program they meet three times a day, one in the morning, one at lunch and one at closing. While not doing that, the interns are carted away to work on their own projects. She remembered the eight week program, and how tired and exhausted she was at the end.
"Hey." Missy responded without her normal charisma. "Do you have any work to do?"
"No, I just finished, you can leave if you want."
"No, I got to stay until you leave."
"That might be a while."
"Okay." Her voice rang with a Hawaiian accent, sounding sweet on the ears. Katie could tell something was wrong, easily, and stared at Missy, searching for a clue.
"What's wrong, Missy?"
"Oh, nothing." But Katie had figured out the problem, something about how Missy's legs refused to be still, her bent over posture. Yeah, Missy had to pee, an understandble problem, in light of current events. You see, the year was 2021, and America had found itself in one Hell of a drough the last few years. Now, the world is not in jeopardy, but certain cogs of society are made a little harder, like paying for water even from the tap, the almost complete removal of high-pressure showers, and one other thing.
The Piss tax. The real name was the Plumbing tax, stating that to use public or private amenities, you must enter a small fee, usually five credits to be let inside the restroom. Five credits was not a lot of money (credits and the old US dollars are almost completely equal in value), but the cost was still detrimental to many people and their bathroom habits. Scenarios like Missy are possible, a girl left with zero way of accessing a restroom because of the Piss Tax.
Poor girl, Katie thought to herself, she could have been holding all day with no access. Katie was tempted to ask her if she had been able to use the amenities, but refused out of social gesture, she wasn't going to put her in the spotlight. Instead she was silent, watching as Missy grabbed a nearby stool and sat next to Katie, she was quivering in her high heels, holding down her crotch.
Right at the moment where Katie finally could relax, though, Mr. Brooks came out of the room with a stack of folders and a trajectory right towards Katie. She gulped and warned Missy.
"Here comes some more. Half and half, alright?"
"Yeah, sure." She muttered. As expected, Mr. Brooks came over.
"Got some more." He grinned through his teeth, a tad creepy but overall normal charm.
"Only thing I love in this world."
"Hello, Missy!"
"Hello."
"Well, this is probably going to be the last stack of the night, so don't waste too much time."
"You got it, boss."
"Good."
Katie observes the stack , it is smaller than most, and the want to get home is nice, so the pair begin working on them side-by-side. Katie focuses on the files, but her mind is truly on Missy, it is no secret that she is absolutely bursting, her legs kicking out, riding up her mini-skirt, her hands holding down her crotch, she can even see small bits of liquid forming on the edge of the stool. And yet, Katie does nothing for the poor girl, waiting for her to beg. She considers this a business lesson, no one is going to help you, you must help yourself, and know that if she simply asked Katie for five credits so she doesn't burst, she would be happy to. There is also something mesmerizing about the process, about the desperation that has Katie hooked.
Five minutes into the new stack, Missy starts making small moans, her legs completely dancing around in absurd fashion. At this point, Katie realizes its time to make mention.
"If you're going to piss, please do it on the toilet and not on my desk."
"S...Sorry Ms. Lewis-Daniels." And she continues working, though her posture stiffens to stop any weakness from coming out. Small portions of Missy's desperation are hitting onto Katie's own full bladder, she doesn't show it, as she has had the experience to reject that urge until the last possible moment, and never look like Missy, losing control like that. It reminds her that a piss would feel good at this moment, but she could wait for hours upon hours, a product of working many long days just like this one.
"Tell me, Missy. Why are you so desperate?"
"I... I.... I drank a lot during lunch, I'm sorry Ms."
"Okay, well, when you finished with your last file, I'll take you to the restrooms." A key that she remembered from her own 8-weeks, they don't tell the interns where the restrooms actually are. Katie had a moment almost exactly like Missy's, where she was dancing up and down the cubicle, dying to know where the restrooms were and expell the liquid built up in her. It was easy for Katie to sympathetize with Missy, a sympathy that some of the recruits never receive.
When Missy made the file complete, she stood up on a limb. Her legs were crossed in a strong manner, showcasing just how close Missy was from losing control. From a good angle, you could see the crossed legs reveal a small portion of the white panties underneath her mini-skirt, as Katie could from sitting down. It took a bit longer for Katie, she hadn't stood in 11 hours, and her legs were weak as she gave weight behind them, but after a few seconds she got to her feet and began to walk.
"Follow me." She said to Missy, who briskly walked behind her, holding herself at every turn.
"So, when was the last time you peed."
"I... Last night, I believe. I used up all of my allotted credits."
"Foolish error."
"Yeah..."
Missy stopped for a second, and gave her body a tense squeeze.
"So you still haven't got any credits?"
"I... Oh, no." Missy became worried, tears welling up in her eyes. As she spoke, the reached the large bathroom. "Ms. Lewis-Daniels, I'm really sorry, but can I please... please... please use your credits. I swear it won't happen again."
"Trade Secret, dear." Katie spoke in a teacherly manner. "Don't be afraid to ask people for common courtesies." Katie pulled out her card and walked towards the door.
"Oh, thank you! Thank you!" Missy spoke loud enough the rest of the office could hear her.
"No problem." She swiped the card and the door swung open. Missy hobbled inside, and the door shut behind her. At this point, Katie finally had time to think about her own full bladder. It was certainly annoying and it certainly made its will known, she had her legs crossed, and she could see the bulge sticking out of her slim body.
But, on the other hand, she just paid for another to pee, and she didn't have all the money in the world. Maybe she could wait till tomorrow morning, and with that in mind, she grabbed her purse from her desk and walked out the front door, her bladder giving a strong scream of pain as it was refused relief.
As she walked out of the building, she glared over to the alley, where she spotted two interns, female, both in long work dresses and white blouses squatting in the alley. Though they were in the end, urine was rising all the way to the front of the alley, and she could hear the silent chatters of relief from the girl.
Good for them, Katie thought, they just saved five credits. Katie hopped into her car and began her nightly journey home. |
Thank's for the kind words, this is already my highest voted post, which is kind of crazy.
Chapter 2:
Missy Kekoa sat down on the sleek art-deco toilet the law firm had outfitted the bathrooms with. It was slightly unusual, but not nearly for Missy not to run to it. She had done the running only moments before, huddled over, her right hand covering her about to burst bladder with a ferocious squeeze, her left hand was pulling down her mini-skirt and her silky panties in one swoop, so when she reached it she would immediately be able to lose control into the water. It was of ample time for her to undress, the bathrooms was massive, hosting a locker, multiple showers, sinks, a sauna, and luckily, no one other that Missy. Therefore she ran, her panties and skirt ripped off, revealing herself for any soul that was prowling around the corner, but luckily no one came.
When Missy reached the toilet, she gave a small dance as she lifted up the toilet seat, and felt a small bit of warm liquid escape. This was no surprise, it had been from her inflated bladder for the better part of the last two hours. There was so much leakage that she could see a stain encroaching on the white panties, she paid no mind, she had many other pairs of panties, though she didn’t know how many white ones. Instead, her mind focused on her bladder, and sitting on the toilet and letting out a gusher.
When she released, she gave out a joyous moan, one that signified that somehow Missy had survived the brutal day of holding without giving in, and got to experience relief. Missy had never experienced a day like this before, starting in the morning, where in the haze of last night’s drunken haze she had spent all of the saved up money that she had gotten from the internship so far. The morning after, she woke up with an already swollen bladder and zero credits, which meant zero bathrooms and zero relief.
Amazingly, Missy went on for eleven hours after moaning to herself about the fact that the bathroom was refused. She figured she could find a way later, quickly pulled on panties, the miniskirt she had worn the day before and a white blouse and went to work at the firm, dropping a small anti-hangover pill so she didn’t feel like absolute crap.
Missy had gone the first few hours of the day without allowing too much annoyance to her bladder. She could feel it, no doubt, its fullness openly ringing out in pain every once in awhile. In those moments, Missy would cross her legs and continue with her paperwork, keeping the smile on her face and happy thoughts spread along.
By four hours, Missy openly rejected the thoughts of water.
By five hours, Missy had to stop herself from grabbing her extremities and giving support.
By six hours, Missy couldn’t stop herself.
By seven hours, Missy was invited with some friends to have dinner. The friends all had to use the bathroom (and were refusing to do so, five dollars was a lot to broke college students) but none like Missy, she dragged along as they went to a Sushi place, Japanese. The food was wonderful, but Missy couldn’t focus, she had never needed to pee this badly, her bladder was cutting sharply into her stomach, its fullness crying in pain and even making the kidneys strain.
She wanted nothing more than to let go, release the pent up urine inside of her and feel the joy of not feeling this pain any longer. Instead, she got the opposite, a refusal to go, but also discussion on going.
“I’m going to go pee, I’ve been holding forever.” Kathleen Moringham spoke. She was another intern, a bright young girl who was of 20 years, though her body and face resembled that of a much younger person. As a stranger, you would assume that she was no older than 16, her only sign of visible maturity was her awkwardly dyed black hair, a choice that Missy always wished to correct, but never had the gall to do so. Kathleen was a companion, but not a friend of Missy, their only connection was the internship and that was probably going to be the only.
“You have the credits?” A man, aged 20 as well, his name was Levi Goldschmidt. He was very attractive man with sharp features, dark olive skin and curly black hair. He was easily the most attractive man in Missy’s circle of companions, but not the brightest.
“Uh... No. Just going to go in the alley.” Some of the people at the table had their eyes open, amazed at the concept.
“Really?” Caia Hoo this time, Caia was a 21 Asian girl with surprising proportions and the confidence to show it off. Unfortunately, her confidence came with a moralistic tendency that annoyed many, including Missy at some points.
“Yeah.” Kathleen raised her eyebrows, confused by the opposition. Missy was the only one at table that wasn’t devoted into the conversation. She was too annoyed with her own desperation.
“I’ll go with you, Kathleen.” The final member spoke, Darian Schmidt, a 19 year old girl who might be the most attractive. Darian was surprisingly tall, enough to be a great Volleyball player, with the ass and tits of a Volleyball player as well. Yet, Darian was not a leader, but a follower, and it was unsurprising to Missy that she would follow.
“But, it’s illegal?” Caia exclaimed.
“Yeah, no shit. But if you tell me that I have to pay 15 credits a day to go three times, not unlimited, three times. And then, you tell me that our bosses pay us the amazing wage of 60 credits a day, maybe I’m going to not pay as much.” It was a fair point, and Kathleen delivered it with rigor.
“I’ll go too. I haven’t peed in like a day.” Missy finally spoke up, everyone could tell that Missy was bursting from head to toe, but no one wanted to mention it. It was a surprising change of course, the normalcy of desperation had removed its social taboo, to see someone desperate was simply common.
“You, Caia?”
“No!!!”
“Levi?”
“I’m good, thanks though.” And with that, the three girls exited through the side and entered into a dirty alley. Kathleen, Darian and Missy examined the situation, all in a hurry due to their desperate need for a piss.
“There’s a dumpster, we can squat behind.” Darian pointed out and Kathleen nodded, both girls were in obvious need to go. Kathleen was in a longer skirt that flowed on the moderate day, her legs were crossed and her actions were nervy. As for Darian, she was in pants, but she would slowly bob up and down and bite her lip. Neither were close to the intense need Missy had, but she refused to acknowledge it, Missy held it to herself, not letting her companions know of her desperate need.
“Alright, me and Darian will go, Missy watch for anyone else, alright?” Missy nodded, and looked around the corner. To be perfectly honest, Missy was a bit nervous, she had not done such an action in a very long time, ages ago to be exact. A few years back was when she came the closest to something like this.
When Missy was living in Hawaii, she lived in a moderately wealthy family in a fairly small house directly on the ocean and the beach. It was absolutely beautiful and desolate, a massive stretch of beach strictly for the Kekoa's and any person that happened to discover the little stretch of desolate beach. When the Piss Tax was implemented, the reaction to the ruling was one of opposition and refusal, and in result, the plumbing to the Kekoa house was turned off, leaving them without running water or a bathroom.
Life became a bit more odd after that, and without going into the more disgusting of details, Missy was able to find most of her relief through the nearby ocean. Most days, Missy would hold herself all throughout the school day, walking around in a floral dress with a hand clutching at her dress. At the end of the day she would take an hour long journey back to her home, a very stressful time that required a lot of holding and a lot of willpower. On days like these, she would sprint to her home, quickly drop off her backpack and rush to the ocean, where she would reach waist deep before letting go, letting relief warm over her. Some days she didn’t even bother to fiddle with her clothes, letting them get wet by the ocean. When she was finished, she walked back to her home, took off the wet clothes and began another night of relaxation.
This mostly was acceptable unless friends were over. When those unfortunate times happened, she would invite her friend into the ocean, where she would stand alone, letting go after a few minutes more of holding. If her friend refused and then needed the bathroom at some point, she would tell the friend of the lack of bathroom because of the Piss Tax and offer the ocean, or a bottle for their troubles.
Oh, Missy thought to herself. College really made things better. At college, her dormitories bathrooms were paid through her exorbitant rent, allowing her to pee freely whenever she wanted, making her forget the pain of holding all day as she used to. But now, Missy was back to holding, and watching her two friends squat behind a dumpster.
“Ohhh!” Darian cried out, and Missy turned to her. She was comfortably squatting, her arms to her side, her pants down to her ankle, and her trimmed vagina hanging out expelling liquid. The act of peeing made Missy’s knees slightly buckle, her hand reaching down to prevent more loss of control. Missy also saw Kathleen squatting in the same position, though her stream wasn’t as strong.
“Please hurry up! I’m dying.” Missy claimed, she could feel the beginning of a loss of control, and wiggled around in her miniskirt to prevent this from being so. Darian nodded and increased her stream even more, the pressure being amazing.
Yet, it wasn’t meant to be so. Missy heard a large clank of the door opened, and the three girls hearts sank. It was the owner of the restaurant, an older Japanese woman holding a broomstick.
“No wetting! Go!” The woman treated the girls like vermin, in nerves Kathleen and Darian’s streams stopped, pulling up their respective bottoms and getting into prime form. Missy gave an angry moan, she had missed her opportunity for a second of relief, and she could already feel the first bit of piss come into her panties, she crossed her legs so she didn’t let go.
“We’re sorry.”
You pay five!” The woman exclaimed.
“Um...” Kathleen wiggled around for her phone, opening an app. “We don’t have any credits, that’s why we were going out back.”
“You pay five!” The women wasn’t going to listen. Missy looked at Levi and Caia staring from the table.
“We can’t, we’re sorry.” Darian tried to reason.
“Then you leave.” The group looked down, and realized that they were not going to be getting lunch at this Sushi place now, or anytime in the future. The group left in a huff. Levi and Caia expressed worries and various “Told-you-so” moments, Kathleen and Darian were mostly relieved, though they felt the remaining liquid still splashing around inside of her, and Missy still felt like she was going to burst.
By eight hours Missy had come back to the office, lunch had been a disaster which meant the pangs of hunger were not going to be answered. Instead, she began working again, still nursing the bursting bladder.
By nine hours Missy had lost her ability to have a happy demeanor and her smile. She stared with a nervous anger, an ability to focus on anything beyond how badly her bladder hurt. When no one was watching, Missy was slowly crawling through the halls, searching for a possible restroom, or at least, maybe a place to pee with the comfort of not being caught. The search was fruitless, every room had at least one person, normally giving a worried gaze to the poor girl, wondering why she was bent over and giving moans.
By ten hours, the bevy of interns were led into a small elevator, giving a brutal squeeze. A few of the companions from earlier gave worried looks to Missy, they had to assume that she never got to pee and viewed her still holding as a sign of torture. That said, most people weren’t sympathetic, as nearly everybody had at least a full bladder.
By eleven hours, Missy was sitting on a toilet because of her boss, Katie Lewis-Daniels’ good grace, she gave out a tear as she reflected on how miserable the day had been. She must have been on the toilet for three minutes, amazed by how she was able to hold it. Maybe she was better at this than even she realized.
“No...no...no” A voice interrupted Missy retrospection. That was okay, Missy stood up, her bladder empty for the first time in a while and walked toward the voice. It sounded like someone she knew. She pulled up her miniskirt and walked in short steps, trying not to tip the person in the other room.
“No, this can’t be happening.” The voice continued with a tone of denial. Missy slowly walked around the corner to the noise.
“Missy, oh no!” Missy looked forward, it was Caia Hoo, she was standing in the middle of the locker room, her legs bent inward, her dress ridden up, and most fugitive, a massive puddle all around her quivering body.
“Caia, are you...?”
“No! I’m not okay, jeez, I Pissed Myself. Please don’t tell anybody, alright? Please!?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Okay. God this is so embarrassing!” Caia continued to complain, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. “Missy, please help me?” Missy could only smirk, thinking of Caia obstinence to the concept of the alley earlier, and watching her burst now after such righteous behavior. But then again, she only didn’t have an accident because of another person’s good will, so maybe she should spread the love.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll help you.” |
By the way, I am planning to introduce a lot of characters in this series, but the roles of the characters are pretty flexible. If there is a character you want to see more, give a reply and I'll definitely consider it.
Chapter 3:
Katie Lewis-Daniels felt a sort of angelic presence due to her earlier good deed, she felt as if she had finally become moral, become one of the good guys. She was almost entirely celebrating, that is, except for her bladder, it pounded harder than ever. She was not afraid of the bladder, as it was stupid to be, she had held double the amount due to earlier incompetence, and she was never worried of a slight tug by the vessel, knowing she had the strength to endure more.
That all said, Katie didn’t not mind her full organ. She sat in the sole seat in her self-driving car, her legs wiggled into a tight posture and her hips were pulled back so she could maintain control over herself. Every time she wished that her soreness could be relieved, she thought to the poor face of Missy Kekoa, begging her hearts out for relief she was dying to receive. That was the type of desperation that if faced, Katie would have ran into the toilets without a care for her polynesian trainee.
“One call from Melissa.” The car spoke, slowly and mechanically. Melissa was a very good friend that knew that the day was Friday, and also knew that Katie had time on her hands.
“Call back.” Katie responded.
“Hey sweetheart.” Melissa responded immediately, she was probably in her car receiving the notification of her call being noticed. Her full name was Melissa Kamp, she was a year older than Katie, though she didn’t look the part. Instead, Melissa looked nearly twenty, an aggressively thin body, ivory skin and puffy afro-esque black hair. Katie would normally claim to Melissa that she could be a model, with her clear skin and her long legs that intimidated any man.
“Hey. What’s going on?”
“Remember. We are going to Club 33, Piss Tax Night.” Katie nodded, but had completely forgotten about the arrangements. She thought to her poor bladder, a good coincidence. Club 33 was one of most popular nightclubs in the city, and as for the name of the night, people got in by showcasing a full bladder, and people got out in dying need of a toilet or at least, a need for dry clothes.
“I know, have you been tending to it?” Katie responded.
“Girlfriend, I haven’t peed since this morning.”
“Same here. I’m going to route my car to go there now, I’ll see you.”
“You too.” Katie turned off the phone in slight dismay, she wanted a quiet night today, not a night of horrid club music, alcohol and whatever jerk she was going to hit up.
Either way, fifteen minutes later Katie arrived at Club 33, it was a massive pyramidal building jammed straight in the middle of the cities night quarters, next to a whorehouse and an old liquor store. Nearby it was packed with men and women near Katie’s age, all in revealing clothes, all obviously in need of relief. It was a used opportunity, as long as you are consuming drinks and not peeing, the drinks are free. The catch, there are toilets at Club 33, but they cost the price of the drinks that you have drank. If you pee inside the club you get the same payment. the concept behind the club was supposedly that there was more sexual enjoyment when on the brink of exploding, maybe that was true, thought Katie, but mostly she felt discomfort. Science like that came from the culture of the Piss Tax, when desperation became common, when people sometimes only used the toilet once a day or so, the culture of desperation became common, or to some, romantic. On the other hand, the concept of an accident showed weakness. Small changes in society like this seemed to dictate a lot more than anyone expected with a simple tax law.
Katie exited out of her car, which went out to park itself, and was immediately greeted by Melissa, who gave her an affectionate hug, which pushed a little bit on Katie’s bladder, silently she moaned. Melissa was not as subtle. “Ooh! I should not have hugged you.” She stepped back and drove her legs inward. Melissa was dressed in a very small and very tight black dress with gold embroideries, compared to Katie she looked fabulous, that said Katie was one of the worst dressed people here, but she didn’t mind. On the outside of the dress, Katie could see Melissa’s full bladder sticking out, poking its way out from inside her body, it was massive, much more massive than how it normally looks.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Kate asked, slightly worried, she kept her posture together.
“I’ll be fine.” After seeing Missy earlier, Katie wasn’t so sure.
“Good, cause I almost witnessed one accident today and don’t want to see another one.”
Katie closed the door and began walking to the club with Melissa, who walked a bit slower. “What happened?” Asked Melissa.
“Girl who is my intern, she didn’t have access to a toilet all day and she almost burst, if it wasn’t for me opening the door for you.”
“Nice job being so kind.” Melissa talked as they watched two people in front of them. A very beautiful hispanic lady in a gratuitous mini-skirt and her boyfriend, some tall hunk of a man. Both of them had obviously gone a little too far into this Piss Tax. Melissa and Katie both knew what was going to happen, and like excited attendees, watched silently.
“I can’t hold it, babe! I can’t hold it!” The hunk screamed, his hands fully tucked around his penis.
“Oh God! Me Too!” The girl responded, she fell to the ground, moaning in stinging pain before a puddle of yellow liquid engulfed her. Soon the Hunk followed, yellow liquid flowing from his jeans. The crowd gasped and muttered, but Katie and Melissa had seen it before, and if they thought that was bad, they hadn’t seen anything yet.
“Get out of the line!” The bouncer yelled at the chick and the hunk who slinked away in silent embarrassment. Katie and Melissa went to this night nearly every month, and every time they see their collection of raunchy desperation. Hell, Katie looked in front of her now, a young girl, maybe part of a sorority dancing around, she was wearing a white dress which gave a splattering of yellow stains on it. Mistake.
“You can’t go in!” The bouncer told the girl, who stared at him in disbelief. “You got Piss stains all over.” The rest of the sorority moved on without the girl, who gave the bouncer some strong curse words and then approached an alley to let out her mistaken urine. Finally, it was Melissa and Katie’s turn.
“You trying to come into the club in that?” The bouncer asked Katie, who shrugged it off.
“No, I’m coming in the club with this.” She pulled up her dress shirt and revealed her swollen and pained bladder.
“Oh yeah, go ahead.” Melissa followed, though he could see the bulge through her dress. Inside was the truly fun part, it was chaos, a desperation charged field of complete and utter chaos, with a coat of urine on the floor. As soon as they walked in they saw a man wetting on a wall, ready to be beat up by some security guy who saw him, a girl huddled in the corner, squeezing down with all of her might to not lose her control. The dance floor was less focused than most, you look at one person you could see the pain in their eyes.
Melissa and Katie knew their place, though, neither were dancers, they were more of the bar-type, so they went to the bar immediately, skipping the pleasantries. Helming the bar was a new worker, a skinny girl in a party-dress, rimmed glasses, and a face showing her general stress. Melissa and Katie approached her at the mostly full bar.
“Can we get two shots of rum.” A starting dish, Katie tried to talk over the music.
“What?” The girl responded.
“TWO SHOTS OF RUM!” Melissa followed suit and the girl nodded. Katie watched her struggle with the beverages, her head was sticking down, her knees were awkwardly bent, and her party-dress was lifting itself, revealing pink-laced panties.
“Here you go.” Two shots of rum were presented, which Melissa and Katie quickly drank, observing over the bitter taste.
“Hey girl.” Melissa turned her head to some sleazebag sitting at the bar making gestures to her, his eyebrows raised and his pants were soaked. Melissa nodded and tried to reject the man soundly, Melissa turned to the girl at the bar.
“Are you new?” Katie asked.
“Yeah this is my second week.”
“I thought so, I’ve never seen you before.”
“Do you come here often?”
“Fairly.”
“That’s nice.”
“What’s your name.”
“Krisha McQuerris.” Katie smiled at the name.
“Krisha, I like it.”
“Thanks, yours?”
“Katie Lewis-Daniels.”
“Really, I don’t think so.” Melissa responded to the man and his plan for raunchy sex. “Besides, you shouldn’t be here, you obviously wet yourself.”
“What, come on!? Just a spurt, I’m strong.”
“Yeah sure you are.”
“It was cheap labor that I found, needed something when I moved here.”
“You don’t seem like a bartender.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment. I do enjoy it, I just never knew about… You know.”
“Piss Tax Days?”
“Yeah. I can’t tell people this, supposedly, but I’m Dying!” Krisha crossed her legs in a sign of sympathy.
“I could tell. Luckily, everyone here is.”
“Yeah, I can imagine.”
A man walks up, a tall handsome man, a few years younger than Katie.
“Bartender. Vodka Spritzer for me and an Appletini for this lady right here.” The man points to Katie.
“I’ll take the appletini, but I won’t take a dance.”
“That’s a shame, because that was exactly what I was about to ask you for.” Katie rolls her eyes, only to make eye contact with Krisha, who is giving a slight giggle as she creates an appletini.
“Let’s compromise, buddy.” Katie responds. “Melissa!” Her friend turns around, her face visibly annoyed from the sleaze-bag. “Friend over here wants a dance.” The man smiles at Katie’s visibly more attractive friend.
“Don’t mind if I do.” Melissa stands, her bladder visibly gushing from the movement. To Katie alone she mouthed Thank You Katie winked and smiled, and turned her attention to the bar-girl again.
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Melissa was never one for a dance floor, but she was one for attractive men taking her to dance floors. She followed the man to the outskirts of it, up close it was as much of a mess, you could hear the unfortunate gushing of liquid underneath your shoes (pro-tip: Never wear heels to piss-tax night, unless you want to become piss-soaked and break a bone.)
“What’s your name?” The man asked Melissa as they began dancing to the euro-trash song dangling on the speakers.
“Melissa. You?”
“Douglas.” He smiled with chagrin, he was very attractive.
“Alright, Doug…” They begin to grind the euro-house music in the background, Melissa could feel the bulge of Douglas’ bladder on her thigh. “The real question, how badly do you need to pee?”
“Fairly.” Douglas grabbed the hips of Melissa, feeling the tug of the cloth dress. “How about you?”
“Fairly.” Melissa jokingly responds as she feels Douglas’ hand slowly encroach her full bladder. The feeling of a slight pressure makes her wiggle and slightly moan.
“A little more than fairly.” Douglas begins to massage it, through the pain was excruciating, Melissa did not wiggle out of Douglas’ embrace, instead she rammed her hips right into Douglas’ bladder. “Ooh!” He moans, letting go for a moment. “Oh, you’re a naughty girl.”
“Get what you give baby.” With that, Melissa could feel her blood pressure rise, her hormones crying out and her bladder screaming. It didn’t help that Melissa saw Douglas prod into her bladder, a strong poke. Another moan, but now seemingly sexual. Another hip thrust by Melissa.
“You’re peeing first.” Douglas cried out, bent over from the force. It had quickly become a sexual game, extraordinary, since the two had known about the other for only around 3 minutes.
“No way.” It was then that Douglas squeezed with all of his might on the poor bladder of Melissa. She gave out of a hearty shrill, her body immediately freezing up. Every ounce of pressure inside Melissa’s body was to keep her urethra shut. For a split second she thought she lost it, she felt her knees buckle and almost reach the ground, but by her own will, nothing came out. She turned to Douglas, whose eyes showed shock. “You like that?” Melissa whispered as she slowly encroached on Douglas and gave a thorough kiss.
The kiss was a ruse though, while affectionate and romantic, as she did it she found his bladder by her hands and gave as strong of a squeeze. “Ehhh!” Douglas backed off and bent forward, his suede pants were now wet. He looked up to Melissa, who crossed her legs and gave a hearty shrug to Douglas.
“Get what you give baby.” And she walked off, leaving Douglas to fend with his released bladder and a bouncer telling him to leave the premises. Melissa rejoined Katie.
“I hate flirts.” Melissa talked to Katie, who stared and laughed. She was nearing the end of the appletini.
“What did you do to him?” Katie wondered.
“He began poking my bladder, and I responded. And now he got kicked out.”
“Hah!” Katie cried out in laughter. “I don’t know how much I am going to stay here, this girl, the bartender, she’s getting off and she invited me over.”
“You into girls now?”
“I’ve always been bisexual, Melissa.”
“First time I’ve heard of it.”
“The question is whether she is.” Katie pointed to Krisha, she was talking to a very large man who was supposedly the owner of the club, her eyes were emulating a puppy, and her legs were restless showing how truly desperate she was. Katie was surprised by how sexy Krisha was, something about petite girls, maybe. Katie shifted her legs to prevent any accidents, and bit her lip, thinking about tonight.
“Well, I’m going to get going as well, this party is a bit lame today.” Melissa claimed. “Also, I feel like I’m going to burst from every corner imaginable.” Katie listened but the words didn’t register, she was staring at Krisha, who received a nod from her boss, and was rushing back.
“I got off, let’s go.” Krisha said to Katie, who immediately stood, not focusing on her distended bladder.
“See ya later, honey.” Katie said to Melissa, who nodded back. It had only been ten minutes, but Katie had found a way to seduce that girl, Melissa shrugged and drank the last bits of the appletini, waiting for the next asshole to come up and think they have a chance.
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“I really like you, Katie.” Krisha spoke, her speaking was quick and nervous, but affectionate.
“I like you too.” Katie responded. They were holding hands.
“I don’t normally make friends that quickly.”
“Me too.” They quickly were walking to the side exit to the alley. Katie had trouble discerning the situation, she understood her own urges, but failed to understand Krisha. What if this girl was strictly friends with Katie, if she had no romantic feelings. If this was the case, tonight might become awkward.
They reached the alley, hands together, but Krisha was beginning to become distressed. She was a petite girl, and petite girls did not have the bladder capacity that most people had. This was the case, and suddenly, intense desperation became a battle of not giving. She stopped at the edge of the club.
“What is it?” Katie asked, but she knew. Krisha gasped and unclasped hands with Katie, both hands reaching her body.
“Ahh!” Krisha bent over, her knees twisted, her face the brightest shade of red. “Nooo. Nooo.” Krisha was beginning to cry, tears spouting randomly. Katie decided to help.
“It’s okay.” She assured as she lifted the party-dress, revealing fully the pink-laced panties. “Let go.”
“I’ve never… It’s against the law.”
“It’s okay, this is an accident, not urination for urination. Just relax and let go.” And with that, a dampness began to appear, Krisha ducked down, her skin turning white with dread. Katie tried to smile, but all she could feel was the deepest pangs of her own bladder. She had forgotten about its pain, she hadn’t peed since morning and it was nearing midnight, it was beginning to feel tension in the kidneys. Katie attempted to hold back, but the pressure was too much. Katie’s own skin became white.
“Oh…” Katie leaned backwards slightly. “Oh dear.”
“Are you peeing too!?” Krisha asked, laughing through her tears.
“Yeah, yeah I am.” Both of them laughed at the stupidity of their situation. Katie’s piss was very long, nearly two minutes, full of moans of relief by Katie and looks of amazement by Krisha. After the last bit trickled out, the pair stood together and looked each other in the eye.
“You know, I’ve never really done…” Krisha spoke, but was quickly interrupted by Katie, who smacked her lips long and hard on Krisha's.
“Let’s have fun.” Katie muttered and walked out with Krisha in hand. |
Chapter 4:
Missy stared remorsefully at Caia Hoo, who was in a very unusaly predicament for a women who prided herself on doing the exact opposite of what she is doing now. Missy secretly wanted to punish her, but the irony of the event was enough. Instead, she didn’t know what to do. Caia stood in front of her, knees stuck inward, face white with horror and an incredible amount of urine surrounding her, she was giving muffled cries to Missy, claiming that she was horrified and ashamed.
It was surprising to see Caia in this position, Caia was a very strong women who did not give out a lot. Nearly thirty minutes before Missy had seen Caia in the elevator, her body was upright, not giving any indication that she had a bursting bladder. But the current showing disproved that.
“I had been holding all day!” Caia pouted to Missy who grabbed her hand and bent her upwards. “What am I going to do? No one can know that I had an accident.”
“It’s fine.” Missy reaffirmed, walking Caia to the lockers, “we’ll just clean up and you’ll be fine, you’re wearing black remember?” Caia nodded.
“I haven’t had an accident since I was like 5!” Caia moaned out, her tears had become full-on sobbing. Missy wasn’t focusing on her, instead she grabbed a massive roll of paper towels and laid them all around the puddle.
“Take off your shoes, there will be urine in them.” Caia did so, small bits of liquid pouring out. With knowledge of what to do next, Caia rolled down her tan stockings that were ruined and her white panties that had been under everything. Missy kept her eyes on the puddle, knowing that a glance would create an awkward moment.
“Uhh! I don’t want to go commando on the street!” Caia continued to complain and Missy wished that she could forget her good grace and leave her alone in the bathroom. But, alas, she was too nice. Missy turned to her with a stubborn starkness in her voice.
“You wanna put the panties back on.” Caia hesitated and looked at them, destroyed and devastated. With that notion she resigned her head backwards.
“You can go now, Missy. I’m sorry for wasting your time.” Caia said, she rolled down her expensive dress as far as it could go, the feeling of the cold breeze caressing the inner thighs that high was tingly and uncomfortable for Caia, but it was better than smelling of urine. “Just don’t tell anyone alright.”
Missy nodded with a kind smile and left the bathroom. She worried for Caia, but did not care for her. Caia was obviously very rich, the tags on her dresses showed that. What Missy didn’t know was that Caia’s upbringing was not easy, raised to a family that required constant discipline, constant respect, and constant winning attitude. Caia was not a perfect student, but was willed into being one through work forced upon by her parents. Now out of her parents shadows, Caia is disconnected from them. She got into a top university, but it wasn’t the highest, and she got a great internship, but it wasn’t the greatest. No matter what, she was a disappointment to her family.
If they could see me now, Caia thought to herself as she paced around the bathroom. Tears began to fill her face by just imagining their shame.
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“Please let me go!” A young lady screamed at a police officer. The officer was in his 40’s, his eyes seemed dejected at the work he had to do. The young lady was strewn across the alley-way next to their building. Kathleen Morningham and Darian Schmidt watched on in amazement.
“You are under arrest for public urination.” Obviously so, the police officer hadn’t even given the young lady time to roll down her skirt. Handcuffs placed on her pale white skin.
“Please, you can’t do this! Someone help me!” Darian shrugged in a mixture of interest and fear. Remembering very well that earlier in the day they had done the exact same thing.
“They are heightening arrests.” Kathleen spoke, adjusting the rimmed glasses around her face. “I wonder why.”
“More people in jail, the better the economy is.” Darian responded, watching every action of the young lady as she was pulled into a cop car and driven away. “Let’s just hope we don’t get caught next.” Darian began walking to the apartments, she had hidden it well, but she was desperate for a good pee. The small bit of relief she had during lunch had tended off the need a bit, but she was bursting, still.
“Yeah. That would suck.” Kathleen also was fighting a good bit of desperation, she had her hands clenching the edges of her skirt. The weather was cool, like a normal autumn day and the slight chill in the air made the bladder a bit more aware. Given time, Kathleen might have pondered to use an alley, but after seeing the punishment, the crime was not worth it, yet.
“It’s all bullshit, right?” Darian asked.
“The Piss Tax, yes. Bodily needs are natural rights and shouldn’t be restricted.”
“Then why don’t people protest?”
“People do, but they get arrested for public urination.”
“Either way, I feel like protesting right now.” Darian joked.
“I’ll pass.” Shuffled her legs around, signifying that she was in some need for the toilets.
“You know, if enough people get together and fight the bill…”
“By doing what, getting arrested, not peeing.”
“Yeah, not peeing.”
Kathleen smiled at the suggestion. “I’m already bursting and I relieved myself like eight hours ago. How are we never going to pee?”
“I don’t know.” Darian frowned. “Surely some people could go through life without ever using a toilet.”
“Yes you can, but why would you want to?”
“Because that law is bullshit!” Darian exploded and stopped, she bent down and grabbed herself. “Euhhh!” She moaned.
“You have to pee that badly?” Kathleen asked, her own bladder acting up.
“Yeah it just hit me.” Darian could barely speak, her bladder was beginning to swarm with pain, like a bullet moving through it. “Ahh!” She fell to the ground, all of her energy moving into a pushing force against her body.
“Oh my God!” Kathleen observed Darian squirm on the ground, tears beginning to form in her eyes. Suddenly it hit Kathleen too, a cramping feeling that took over her bladder. Suddenly, she had no control. A torrent of urine burst out of her, and she kneeled on the ground, as urine swarmed around her.
“What’s happening!” Darian cried as she lost control. The cramping began pounding and pounding until it broke her iron grip, a massive spurt of liquid came through her, and with it, a barrage of urine. “Ahh!”
As they both laid on the ground they stared at each other, both in immense confusion of what just happened.
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Behind a trash-can, a man stood, watching the actions of Kathleen and Darian. A slight smile crawled onto his face, cackling at the two poor girls. He was in a large coat and a hat that hid any resemblance to anyone we knew.
“That was beautiful ladies.” The man whispered to himself as he pushed another few buttons on his phone. Suddenly, the pressure was gone for the two girls, they stood up, tears in their eyes, and shamefully continued their walk home.
“Absolutely beautiful.” The man spoke again, he looked down at his phone, reading a series of buttons.
--Fill--
--Burst--
Maybe, if he couldn’t sleep, the men will go to the apartments at night and watch another girl completely explode. He could only imagine the joy. That said, he couldn’t arouse suspicion, he had already done it to three girls tonight, first the young intern Caia, now these two interns Kathleen and Darian. He would give it a rest, picking up tomorrow.
The man turned around only to be shocked by the presence of another intern, young Missy Kekoa. She smiled at him and spoke in a sweet murmur.
“Good Evening Mr. Brooks.”
“Good evening, Missy.” |
Chapter 5:
Mr. Brooks adjusted his silk dress coat and walked down the lane, nearing his small car. He lightly smiled to himself, everything had been a complete success, at least for him. As for other people, they could deal with the shame. He was meticulous, with small sympathy in his heart, he waited for the latest part of the day to fulfill his wishes and desires, so there would be less shame. Once the night was reached, he was not afraid to fulfill his temptation.
Brooks stared across the large boring office space in hopes of finding the perfect target. A large portion of his selection was rooted in unsurity of his own technology. In short, the tech is a consumable nanobot that when triggered, expels incredibly fast-acting diuretic. By dose, Brooks can quickly increase the filling of the person's bladder. The technology was named by Brooks as Burst-Bot, and to have every single person in the office ingest it, he snuck individual nanobots into every cup next to the coffee machine and water machine.
Burst-Bot had been a massive success, according to his data, every single person in the building except for Brook had drunk at least one. A few unfortunate people had drank two, which simply meant that Brook had to cut the bladder fill by half to increase the same effect.
But he needed to test it, so he stared across the room, looking for one person to inflict his misery on. If it were to fail, it would give no results, but there was no chance of fatality or injury. With this in mind, Brooks wasn’t afraid when he caught a glimpse at a tall Chinese-American girl in an expensive dress. He stared down at the list of interns and one name matched the face. Caia Hoo.
Caia was far away, but there were signs that Caia was in need of the bathroom. Her knees were a bit shaky, her cheeks very blushy, and her lips were constantly bit. Brook wanted to test the fill, not the burst, so there was no use for someone with an already bursting bladder. Meanwhile, a person with an empty bladder would see through his tricks. Caia was in the perfect middle, desperate enough while still having a far way to go. He walked out of his office and approached the cubicle that Caia was located.
Caia was sitting down on a stool working paperwork as Brooks approached, she was paired with an older man, Mr. Bentley. Brooks slowly approached, his hands shaking in nervousness.
“How has your day been Mr. Bentley.” Brooks started the conversation, the older man looked up with tired eyes. Caia also looked up with surprised eyes, she had never had conversation with him before.
“Same as always, get in, get out.”
“That’s nice. I was wondering if I could have a word in my office with your intern, Ms. Hoo.” Caia looked up in wonder. “By the way, Ms. Hoo, I am Mr. Brooks.” He outstretched his hand to her, and she gleefully accepted it.
“You can take her.” Mr. Bentley shoved her aside.
“Alright. Please follow me.” She stood up and followed Brooks back to his office. He took a seat and she still stood. All the while Brooks glanced down on her phone.
--62%-
--Fill--
--Burst--
Her bladder was 62% full, a perfect size. He tapped the phone.
--Fill--
Filling reached the next increment of 10%, making it 70%.
“Ms. Hoo, I must say, your work as an intern so far has been truly wonderful.”
“Really.”
“Yes, you have been commended and already respected in the field.”
Caia smiled and nodded. She felt a small tang in her bladder, of which she attributed to nerves.
“Thank you, sir.”
70% was reached, once again Brooks tapped the screen.
--Fill--
“Because of this, I was wondering if I could make an offer regarding your position as an intern.”
“Yes.” Caia by now had noticed a definite strain. Are my nerves that bad, Caia thought to herself, she shook at the knee.
“I am planning on having group projects for interns, and was wondering if you could be one of the leaders for a group.”
“Of course, sir!” Caia was breathing hard and shaking. She felt as if her bladder was truly pushing outwards. Caia nervously crossed her legs, hoping that whatever odd pain her bladder was going through, it wouldn’t continue.
“Yes. Your team shall be with Ms. Schmidt, Ms. Kekoa, Mr. Goldschmidt, and Ms. Moringham and yourself.”
--Fill--
Brooks stared into the scared eyes of Caia, he could tell it was working. She had begun dancing uncontrollably. Inside Caia's head it was a mess. She felt even more strain, almost never having to pee this badly. Was she going to explode, what was going on?
“Yeahhh.” Caia gave out a moan.
“Are you okay, Ms. Hoo.”
“AuhhYes, yes, yes.” Brooks smiled and tried to ignore the moans. Inside his mind was bursting in happiness, it was working.
“Well, I hope that you are okay with the new responsibilities.”
Brooks tapped on the screen one more time. When a bladder reached 100%, he figures that the pain would be unbearable.
--Fill--
“Could we talk another time.” Caia muttered. She stood completely bent over, her hands pushing down on her womanhood. With this, she also bent her knees up and down.
“What is wrong.”
“I... I have to use the bathroom!” Caia screamed out. “RIGHT NOW!”
“Alright, I’ll see you next week.”
Caia ran out, her hand covering herself. She broke into a full-out sprint, spurts of pee dripping down her legs. Brooks watched carefully until Caia was out of sight, approaching the bathroom.
Disappointing, Brooks thought to himself, I wanted to see her lose control, if that was truly the case, Brooks could have pressed burst, which triggers the full release of the capsule, meaning a complete shift to 100%. Brooks was able to test that as well on two other plucky interns making their way from work to their homes. The two interns turned out to be Ms. Moringham and Ms. Schmidt. Brooks watched from behind an alley at the result, a brutal fall from control to a lack of control. Maybe a bit too far, as they looked at each other, confused by just what exactly made them lose control. Then there was Ms. Kekoa, who approached a little too quickly after doing the deed. Brooks left in slight embarrassment, jogging to his car.
Be more careful, Brooks thought. He had been careless and that could've been destructive towards him. He promised that he would never use Burst-Bot at work again. Of course he knew that it wouldn’t work, the desire to do it again already grew.
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Missy only took a few more steps before seeing her friends Kathleen and Darian walking ahead, trudging slowly with their heads down and knees weak. She caught up with them, noticing a sense of sadness from their behavior. It was true, both Darian and Kathleen were flustered, embarrassed, Darian even giving a few tears.
“Hey!” Missy spoke with a sympathetic tone. “What’s up.”
“Hey.” Kathleen whispered, by the puddle that she had to step through she figured the problem. That type of day, Missy thought, pee here, pee there, pee everywhere.
“Are you guys okay?” Missy would have rathered not talk more about urination, since she almost exploded and saw the results of Caia exploding, and now her other two friends.
“Yeah. We just. I don’t know!” Darian stuttered, failing to make a coherent thought.
“We’ll talk about it at the apartment.” Something was wrong, Missy could feel it, just like something was wrong with Caia.
“Did you guys…”
“YES!” Darian screamed out, she sounded angry and belligerent, stopping Missy mid-thought. “Sorry.” Her voice cracked, Missy giving a solemn stare.
“It was weird, both of us at the same time. Like a cramping.”
“In the bladder, I’m sorry to hear that.”
“It really hurt.” Darian claimed.
“What do you think caused it?”
“I don’t know.”
“I don’t know, it’s weird.”
“You’ll guys will be fine.” Missy claimed, moving ahead of them. “Come to my apartment afterwards, I’ll make you guys some hot cocoa and everything.”
“Sure.”
“Sure.”
The conversation ended, and the group remained quiet until they reached the highest floor of the contemporary apartment complex that all the interns was located. Missy had pulled out coats for Kathleen and Darian, warming them up as she heated a pot of water.
“It is funny. Well not funny, but strange. As I was in the bathroom Caia came in and she also had a… uh…. an accident.”
“Really?” Kathleen muttered, all energy in her body was taken away from the shameful experience from earlier.
“I wonder if whatever happened to you also happened to Caia, and I guess me. What did it feel like?”
Darian spoke in between sips of cocoa.
“It started like a stinging pain, no pressure, just a pain. Since it came from there I figured it was a spurt of agony. I was able to control it, then suddenly I felt the weight of water increase, it was rapidly filling. After that, it began to cramp, spurts of cramping over and over again like my bladder was filling to fast for the muscle to expand. I fell to the ground in confusion, then I looked at Kathleen and she was also falling on the ground. She let go immediately but I tried to hold, but the cramps got worse and worse. Soon I was squirming on the ground, worse than i had ever felt. I had no choice but to let go.”
“Jesus.”
“Yeah. It felt horrible.”
“I’ve never heard of anything like it.”
“The weird thing was that we were just commenting on another girl needing to pee, and then suddenly I felt my bladder more attentive. Darian began holding herself, I stared at her in confusion and then I started to feel the pain. I fell to my knees and almost immediately lost control.”
“Look, I know it's weird.” Missy talked, sitting down with her own glass of cocoa. “I’m sure there is some sort of explanation for it, for now, it’s okay. No one saw you, no one has to know. Alright.”
Darian and Kathleen nodded and Missy smiled.
Knock Knock Knock. There was a banging on the door, Missy looked up, confused. “Let me get that.” She walked over to the door and opened it.
It was Caia.
“We have a problem.”
Missy stared at Caia with confused eyes.
“What is it?”
Caia pulled up her hand, holding a small silicone tube between her pinkie and her thumb. “A nanobot.” |
Chapter 6:
Katie Lewis-Daniels had forgot to turn her alarm off for the Saturday morning, it rang at 7:00 in the morning, waking up confused Katie and a groggy Krisha McQuerris. Katie peered over to the loud rings and spotted her small alarm clock, giving a rough sigh.
"Oh.... I'm sorry." Katie stood up in her nudity and gave quick strides to the alarm clock, searching the device for a button.
"It's okay." Krisha whispered, she was on the other side of the large bed, her eyes still closed, her body shifting around the sheets in perennial comfort. On her face revealed a meek smile, resting over her head, which now did not feature glasses and hair that was in a fritz. Katie smiled as she put a new pair of panties, bras to follow. She was not afraid to show her body, but it was offly cold in the small apartment.
She popped up her phone, revealing two messages, one from Melissa giving her safe travels back from the club. She should probably check on Melissa, Katie thought, I wonder if she held it. The other one was from Missy, which simply read... "Can we meet tomorrow, we really need to talk." Big words, Katie smiled at the claim, but figured that her desperation to reach her had some sort of reason. She texted back, "Sure, what time?"
"Are you not coming back to bed?" Krisha spoke, her eyes still closed. Katie looked at her with a smile.
"Don't worry, I'm coming." Katie approached Krisha's side of the bed, crawling on top of her until she reached her lips with her own. She gently kissed her from the top position. "Good morning, baby." It was fair to claim that Katie had taken a liking to Krisha during the night. She had taken her home in a hurry, and shamelessly, jumped into a large segment of sex that left both of them exhausted to sleep. As for the gender of her partner, Katie had always been curious, but being single for so long made it silly to refuse any option.
Katie slid back to her side of the bed, Krisha's hand approaching on Katie's shoulder, the heat of her body warmed Katie so much that Katie gently slid back into her embrace. For a second, everything was absolutely wonderful.
Knock, Knock, Knock!
And then it wasn't, Katie looked up to the new noise. Krisha was more worried, she stared at Katie with worried and large eyes.
"Oh crap. Who is that?" Krisha asked as she slid out of the bed, pulling yesterday's party dress on her body.
"I don't know." Katie was doing the same, she pulled up a pair of jeans on her legs and slid a t-shirt down on her body. This was not very typical for Katie, she almost never got guests at her apartment. Maybe she delivered something? Maybe she had made plans? She did not know.
"Should I leave?" Katie looked back at Krisha, whose face was as red as a cherry and pacing back and forth.
"Only if it is my parents."
"Is that a possibility?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"
"Yes. Don't worry, Krisha." There was another set of knocking. Katie screamed back at whoever was at the door. "HEY! IM COMING." The knocking stopped and Katie briskly walked to the door, pulling on the few locks until she pulled the door all the way.
"Missy?" She was standing there, dressed in plaid pajamas and a t-shirt. She looked like a mess, her hair moving in all sorts of directions, her eyes had bags under them, and her posture was weak. "Did you sleep?"
"Not really, we need to talk." Katie looked behind her to Krisha staring at the conversation with worried eyes. Katie gave a slight thumbs up to her and her tension dropped.
"Yeah, but did it have to be so early?"
"It really couldn't wait."
"Really. I can't wait."
"Can I come in?" Katie shrugged her shoulders and pulled the doors open, Missy walked into the apartment mostly looking at Krisha, who stared back.
"Missy, this is my girlfriend, Krisha. Krisha, this is my intern, Missy."
"Hi."
"Hi." Missy grabbed a seat at Katie's small table, while the owner of the house opened a few cabinets in her kitchen.
"Do you want coffee, Missy? You look like you need it."
"I don't drink coffee, sorry." Missy shrugged as she tried to keeper her head above the table.
"You, Krisha?"
"Yeah... Sure." Katie began making two servings of coffee.
"So, what's up?" Katie looked at Missy, who stared back.
"I think I may have discovered something rather, well, personal around the office." Missy squirmed in her seat, not out of desperation, but out of nerves. Her phrases barely came out of her throat.
"What do you mean, personal?"
"Personal, as in, I'd like to have this conversation between just the two of us."
"Fair enough." Katie looked at Krisha. "Krisha, go take a shower, my bathroom is hooked only to my card so you can enter."
"Cool, thanks." Krisha walked towards the bathroom. "Nice meeting you, Missy." Missy nodded and Krisha left.
"I didn't know you were a... Uh..."
"Lesbian, yeah. Crazy discoveries happen when you're drunk." Katie pulled out a mug of coffee and sat down. "What is happening Missy?"
Missy took a deep breath and spoke. "Somebody in the office is using microchips to get people deperate in the office, like, needing to pee. It happened to a bunch of friends and it might have happened to me.
"Really, that sounds sucky."
"More than sucky. Some of my friends, other interns, they had accidents in the street because they were attacked by this person. They could have been arrested for that."
"Yeah, more than sucky. Now, how do you know this to be true?"
"One of my friends found one of the microchips in her..." Missy stopped out of embarrassment.
"Panties?"
"Yeah."
Katie looked down, slightly mortified. "I'm sorry this happened to you guys, obviously it is horrible and I will definitely bring it up with HR and management if you are not willing..."
"That's the problem." Katie looked at her confused. "We think that the person doing this is in management."
"Who?"
"Mr. Brooks." Katie look of sorriness turned to a look of worry.
"I can't help you." Katie stood up, peering outside her large window.
"What!?" Missy stood up and followed her.
"I can't help you, James Brooks is my boss. I'm not going to lose my job because I made some broad allegations against a man that I have been partners with for five years."
"That's the problem, he has enough power that he can get away with it."
"Look, we work at a law firm, you can literally go to any person in an expensive suit and they can help you. You are not going get help from a normal woman who works 9-5 as a secretary. Especially not one that fears what your lawsuit will do to my career."
"I can't believe this, you are not going to help us?"
"You'll be fine. Look, if you are really, really sure. Present the evidence to Brooks, blackmail him even, but don't get me involved." Missy stared at Katie with hateful eyes, before shaking her head and beginning to walk out."
"I thought you were better than this." Missy avoided eye contact as she gathered her phone from the table.
"I did one good deed for you, Missy, and I do care. But I am not willing to put my career on my line for a couple of interns. All I can say is, be careful."
Missy shook her head and left the room in the hurry. She avoided eye contact so Katie wouldn't see the tears, tears from the fear of being completely alone against the madman who was tormenting her and her friends. All night she stayed in bed in horror that she was going to be attacked, she couldn't sleep, every ping from her bladder troubled her, and as it reached fullness she had an uncertain horror of feeling the sweeping pain that the Burst-Bot could create. Every time she would stand next to her bathroom, look at the credits and reject her fullness, crossing her legs and approaching the bed again.
Now, at 8:00, she felt entirely entranced by her current desperation. She could easily give in right now, her legs were bent slightly inward, the stinging pain had become a throb. Yet, Missy had become used to her desperate state from her recent experiences that she took no mind of it, instead she ignored the nearby toilets and headed back to her room. In there she changed into true clothing, a grey mini-dress with a matching vest. She had made her mind, if Katie wasn't willing to help, then she would have to fight by herself.
The first step, finding out where the Burst-Bots were coming from. |
Chapter 8
Senator Sofia Hill could not believe her eyes. She could believe her surroundings, the face that she stood at a large wooden fixture that served as a desk, filled to the brim with papers and files relating to her current positions. She could also believe her situation, around the table stood a large crowd of old men, all in suits and ties and a possessive demeanor. They all spoke over each other, but silenced the moment that Sofia would move. It was a certain power in situations like these that Sofia thrived for, but was used to.
She could also believe the words she was hearing, standard compliments on her advancements. Sofia had been the leader in the recent delegation to enact Implementation of Taxation of Water Usage (ITWU) which was called by by the commoners as the Piss Tax. Sofia was the one that came up with the language, she was the one that commandeered the ship that led to its enacting. The men in the room wished for her power, her ability to create laws, to get what she wanted.
No, what Sofia couldn’t believed was what she saw in the corner of her eye. Past all of the boring old men stood her only daughter, Marcy, dressed in dapper attire, bursting for the toilet. She tried not to notice the shameful activity, her leaning against the wall in a floral dress, slightly kneeling down, her head down, posture ruined. If it wasn’t for the company around her, she would scold her weak daughter immediately. Yet, she couldn’t, there were too many people around.
Sofia did not enjoy bringing Marcy to her workplace, but viewed it as necessity for her success. She was merely 18 years old, already accepted into Yale (4.0 GPA, and a good name), whose success seemed inevitable. Yet, Sofia saw a failure in her daughter. A girl who could not even control her needs had no possibility to control her surroundings. Things like that must be taught, must be brutally enforced. That’s why Marcy has not been allowed to use a toilet for 24 hours at this point, Sofia reaching for 30. That type of training was necessary for strength, especially in the common world.
“I thank all of you men for coming, but I must return to my work.” Sofia bid farewell to the men, who slowly moved away, speaking farewells to the smiling Sofia, her eyes watching the crowd with a small smile until the door is closed.
“Marcela!” Sofia screamed just as the door closed, her anger piercing through her voice. She looked over to her daughter, she looked over, tears in her eyes, barely showing through her tense expression. “You are shaming me in front of all those powerful people!”
“Mom, please!” Marcy begged, she moved away from the wall, her hands still perched harshly on her crotch. “This is not normal, people aren’t supposed to hold this much. I have to pee, please let me.” Marcy began to give small cries, and Sofia shook her head.
“You are a not a normal person!” Sofia whipped back. “You are going to be a world leader, not a commoner, but you have to be strong like one.” Marcy fell into a seat and gave a strong moan, leaning forward so she did not lose control. “Now, you must learn to hold yourself, become strong, while at the same time you cannot show it.”
“Mom, I can’t!”
“Do you see me complaining?” Sofia stood up, she felt the pressure of a titanically large bladder pushing down. Her body wanted nothing more than let go of the 24 hour hold she had endured, pushing down on her work dress. But she did not show it, did not make a gesture. Tonight she was going to go to a party, a presidential dinner where there was going to be plenty of wine being handed out. She was going to hold through that, maybe do some work afterwards. When she got home, maybe she’ll relieve herself at home, 40 hours in. Maybe she’ll wait till morning if she is very tired.
“Besides.” Sofia spoke, walking over to the other side to comfort her poor daughter. “You don’t wish to ruin the dress you are wearing.”
“I won’t if you let me pee!”
“You are not peeing until 6:00, you hear me! If you lose control, then you can’t use the bathroom for 30 hours then.”
“And what happens if I get to 30 hours.”
“You relieve yourself and you start holding for 35.” Marcy wiggled her hips in the chair, in the sudden pain that the torture will never end.
“And we do that forever?”
“Yes.”
“But, I don’t want to be in pain.”
“No, soon you will feel no pain.”
“But Mom! It hurts so bad!” Marcy cried, for a brief second a motherly compassion moved over Sofia. It stung to see her daughter in such agony, she was clinging to the edges of her dress, knocking her knees up and down and giving wails of pain as she tried to not lose control of her overflowed bladder. But, like her own complex, it sifted away back into her need for power.
“Marcy, we are ladies. We don’t get the same advantages that men do. Men think women are weak, and they control the world. So tell me how women are to get ahead. Through luck, no, through power and strength and will.” Sofia could tell that Marcy wasn’t even listening, she leaned backwards in her chair and gave a hollowing yell. “Marcella, listen to me.”
“I… I’m losing control!” She bellowed, and Sofia just stood there with grim eyes, as if she failed herself. Marcy shifted every joint in her body, moving with constant motion so that she doesn’t break down and lose control. But, it was fairly pointless, 24 hours of constantly holding had worn down the girl, the pressure pushing down with incredible strength.
“Stand up.” Sofia ordered, Marcy looked down and followed her mother's lead. She stood up, her hands immediately clenching her self, her legs locked into each other so she held a tight pose. “We are going out, so get ready to leave.”
“Mom, if I’m out in public…”
“Then if you lose control people would see you, damaging your own reputation. If you want to have power you can’t have something as embarrassing as an adult lady not being able to hold her own urine, right?” Marcy danced around, the knee-length skirt rising with every shift, ever pull, every dance.
“Mom, please let me use the toilet.”
“NO!” Sofia screamed back. “You will hold it light a big girl, alright? Now, come on, let’s go outside and learn how to control yourself.”
Marcy could feel the inevitable doom of her situation, she lowered her eyes and walked out of the room.
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THE PEE-PRESIDENT
PRESIDENT HOPEFUL SOFIA HILL’S DAUGHTER HAS ACCIDENT!
Missy and Caia stared at the newspaper rack near the office. It was a saturday, but a little extra work was necessary for what they had to do. They stood in office clothes, Caia in a longer black dress and Missy in a short grey suit. It was the unfortunate tabloid incident that caught the eye of Missy, the sad story of Marcy Hill, who found herself with a too-full bladder in the middle of the white house.
“Poor girl.” Caia exclaimed, her sympathy coming through.
“Yeah.” Missy responded, the thought of the girl losing control did a little work on her own bladder, she shifted in her clothes, hoping no one notices. It was something that Missy truly wished for, to let go of her full bladder, but her credit depository still read zero. It read zero, therefore, no money, therefore, no bathroom for her. She could always ask Caia, whose rich family would give her money no matter what, but it was embarrassing. Instead, she held it in, knowing that she would get relief soon enough.
“Isn’t is weird that recently, everything’s been piss related.” Caia squandered. “Like, everything is happening at once, two days ago I didn’t give a damn about peeing, and now it’s like the only thing I talk about.”
“I guess it is a little strange.”
“Speaking of which.” Caia veered the conversation and approached the nearby toilets. “I gotta piss really bad. How ‘bout you.” Caia held the door open, she could probably tell that Missy was badly needing a piss, but her pride rejected the notion.
“I’m good.” Missy waved back, Caia gave a light smile and entered the bathroom without Missy. Missy was regretting her pride, she squirmed around in her work dress, the bathroom was right there and she didn’t want to come close to losing control two days in a row. It didn’t matter, though, as Caia immediately came back out.
“It’s out of order. Damn it, I just wasted credits. Let’s go, the toilets will work at the office.” Missy nodded and walked with Caia, she could now tell that Caia had a serious need as well, her legs were stiff and she walked with a shakyness to her posture that showed that she was uncomfortable.
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Ah, fuck it:
Chapter 9
(This chapter is a little back-story heavy, just so that new readers can pick up things about the world. I suggest anyone to read through the beginning. This story is has a lot of characters, and this only focuses on two of them).
Make America Piss Again
Melissa grinned slightly at the small bumper sticker of the car in front of her, tiny and miniscule, with a yellow liquid overcoming the known logo, dripping in for a cheap gag. This type of cheap gag, which festered ever since the creation of the Piss Tax, was telling of just how fucked up everything had been. Somehow, someway, a country like America could decide that pissing itself, was not a human right. Imagine: the fore-fathers staring at a world where their buckets and outhouses were controlled for economic gain.
These types of political thoughts kept Melissa going as she neared 36 hours without a single dollop of relief. In the front of her car, the searing, cramping pain had enveloped the bottom of her body, the cramped conditions of the Smart-Car mixed strangely with her long, strong legs, and focus on the road was constantly being diverted. It wasn't the pain, mind you, that hurt Melissa so much, but the easiness of which she could eliminate the pain that drove her crazy. A push on her pelvis, and the filled bladder could release into the small car. But Melissa was not going to do that, are you crazy, she was professional, and in control, and devoid of such desires.
The Piss-Tax, Melissa remembered, was not responded to with anger and distraught rage, but with confusion. The notion of it all seemed impossible and strange (how could you prevent such an act), funny stories of such a personal matter, and the figurehead behind it all: Senator Sofia Hill. Hill was an older Senator, with pasty white skin and bleached white-blond hair, her eyes siezed control, and her posture did much of the same. She stood at a podium with a flaccid smile, thinking that the words she spoke were intelligent, and meaningful.
"In America, we simply do not have the funds to contrinue running this government in such a way!" Sofia yelled, with a meandering of chicanery. "Our people-- The people of this country have lived in comfort due to the apathy and imcompetence of the American government, leaving us almost 20 quadrillion dollars in debt! Unfortunately, this debt, along with many other portions of the government, must inevitably be paid. And they will be paid." It was all so endearing, the plastered smile as Hill -- who might as well be the devil with her uppity maliciousness-- cried out for taxes on the food we eat, where we sleep, on being poor, on being rich, on being smart, on being dumb, and mostly on being desperate.
"My fellow Americans. I understand that some of you will find these new taxes... Well, strange, but they are necessary to keep the way of life that we so desperately love." Using that adjective in the speech was about as cruel as you could be, and Sofia's smile proved it. This morning, Melissa had read that Sofia's daughter had been found near the Lincoln Memorial, pissing a jet as she weeped of "Unfair Treatment". Poor girl, Melissa pondered, doing that and being Sofia Hill's daughter, she was fucked.
All these thoughts about taxes caused Melissa to briefly hum out "Taxman" by The Beatles. They'd tax your feet, they'd tax your air, but Paul Mccartney never realized they'd tax his penis. Melissa smiled, with just enough relaxation to-- Spurt!-- Melissa slammed the breaks on the car as she felt a dollop of hot liquid enter her panties. Luckily, she was wearing black, but still an accident would be detrimental.
Now, most of the lack of anger on the Piss Tax was because of the other alternatives proposed by Hill. The first was the Federal Taxation on Sexual Activities, which was what the name suggested, porn consumption, sex toys, condoms, birth controls, babies, all taxed. This proposal was half-way to having a chastity belt with a coin slot, it didn't fly with the less puritans of the country. Next was Federal Taxation of Recreational Activities, which meant that if you weren't working you were constantly being taxed-- this one didn't work as well. The problem was finding something that all people had to do, and had to pay for, but would not danger themselves if they refused.
The Piss Tax was born in 2019. The main benefactor leading to its rise was the movement away from paper currency to the more modern e-currency, known as credits, it operated the same way without inflation (another genius idea by Sofia Hill, the inner economist in Melissa trembled). This meant that all it took for any public property to add the tax would be a small lock on the door. In your house, inspectors would come and implement their own locks to your own bathrooms. Land of the Free Melissa thought, who knew that a small change would highlight how far this nation has fallen.
Everyone knew that the nation was fucked, but it wasn't until the arrests started to occur that people felt the hot-shit. After the Piss Tax was implemented, the general consensus was that the actions would not cause paying for toilets, but outright rejections of bathrooms themselves. Melissa knew this, she was one of them, suddenly she had went from morning pisses and loo squatting to whatever wall she could find-- some necessary, some in acts of protests. But when friends of her who evaded the system in the same way suddenly found themselves in prison, Melissa squared up. Paying the toll.
Some people found it American to use the toilets, and called holders like Melissa (who refused constant usage on the grounds of money) as Unamerican. Either way, Melissa did more for the country than most of those Assholes would ever know, but it wasn't time to be angry as mostly Melissa needed to pee. She squirmed around, her long legs pacing back and forth on the traffic laden road. Turning her head, she noticed a large cup of soda, her husband's, she presumed. Maybe, she could pee into it and give into the pain-- No! She couldn't, this hold, this full bladder, it was important. Not to her, mind you, but to--
"Call from... James."
"Ah shit." Melissa muttered to herself before speaking to the Smart Car. "Answer."
The speaker cracked as a familiar voice spoke through, deep with touches of wear. "Hello honey."
"Hey! Driving to work now."
"Are you---"
"Absolutely bursting." Melissa danced slightly, hopefully she'll survive the traffic.
"That's nice-- I hope you'll make it."
"I hope so too." She always tried to keep a full pot for her husband, even if he can be stressed, a dying need always did it for him. It was the best part for the holders, some times someone comes along that make some good out of the pain. With that reminder, and a smile, Melissa Brooks exited off of the highway.
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Chapter 10:
Caia Hoo regularly delved in hyperbole to get her point across-- it was just who she was. To Caia, the day was always "the best day ever", a minor annoyance "was the worst thing that had ever happened to her", a slight obstacle was "the hardest thing she ever had done". It was how she talked, it was how she lived, on the edge of hyperbole. Now, most of these were ridiculous, almost all of them were false, but one in her lexicon was very true.
"You don't know holding until you've been with my parents." Caia spoke with decisiveness and ego, nodding her head as if she expected empathy and amazement. Missy was not impressed though, she watched her in the elevator with a blank face and distrustful eyes. Missy didn't believe a word that Caia said, understandable, since five seconds ago Caia had claimed that "This is the craziest thing I've ever done!" Hyperbole: Caia lived it.
"I'm serious, Missy! You have no idea!" The elevator hummed along as Caia justified. She understood her doubt, hyperbole was constant, and also the fact that last night Missy had watched as Caia had an accident. Embarrassing, Caia put last night in the back of her head, if she thinks about it she might keen over and die of embarrassment-- hyperbole, again. Missy didn't care, though, but that mattered very little for Caia, she trudged upwards.
"My parents used to make me hold it for hours! Days!... Weeks!" Missy looked over again, doubtful. Hyperbole. "I mean, not weeks-- that would be impossible. But it felt like it. Sometimes they would---"
"Caia-- I don't care." Missy interrupted, disappointing the chatter-mouth. Missy wasn't one for conversation, she liked the quiet, and she didn't like Caia that much. Caia was braggadocios and egotistical, a frequent liar and talks far too much. If it wasn't for empathy, she'd have nothing to do with her. This was okay, though, as Caia didn't like Missy either, Missy was boring but sassy, with nothing to say and nothing to do, if it wasn't for the current crisis, she'd have nothing to do with her. The elevator soared upwards as Caia crossed her legs, tending a slightly swollen bladder.
"Let's just find who did this and get out of here." Missy didn't like this topic of holding-- it had encompassed the entirety of the last night. Besides, Missy hasn't had the credits for a toilet since last night as well, a little pressure for her as well.
"Fine." Caia stared forward. Missy might be my least favorite person... Hyperbole.
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There were pros to 24 hours. 24 hours meant 5 credits. 5 credits weren't much, just enough to get a snack, or a pack of gum. But 10 credits was a small toy, 20 credits was a fine meal, 100 credits was a nice dress. It was simple economics, peeconomics (this is not a made up phrase, actually, devised in response to the Piss Tax by author John Grant in his 2020 book Pissing Money Away: How to Act In a Piss-Tax World). If you assume that the average human goes to the toilet once a day (standard in the Piss Tax world), then after a year of holding you would have saved 1825 credits. That was impossible, you would die of infection far before you'd meet your goal, so let's say you use the toilet once every two days, holding for 48 hours? Well, you just got yourself an extra 900 credits, a great pair of shoes, a video game console, a small vacation!
Believe it or not, this was a dominant way of thinking. Very little could actually reach 48 hours, though. The pain was immense and arduous, it was difficult to sleep with the pounding pressure, and the ones that do would unfortunately dream of water (and what that entails). Even after, they could not think, their mind dyed yellow, stress would rise as they rose in hours spent. And to think of the poor souls who felt their bladder fill again as they exit the toilets, just to realize that another 48 hours of prancing desperation was upon them.
10 out of 10 doctors suggested to not go to such extremes, but try telling Margaret Hoo to waste money, she would laugh in your face. Margaret Hoo would always last 48 hours, calm, like clockwork, after days of doing so she would feel no stress, no aching feeling, she would never dance, just composed. Then, at 8:00 in the morning on every other day, she'd wake up from bed, make the sheets, walk cordially to the government-forced lock, hover her credits card over the lock, slide the door open and rest on the hardly-used porcelain toilet. Calm, long, no emotion on her face, saving 5 credits a day. It was obvious, if you were holding you were saving money, and Margaret's entire family joined along. It was obvious and gave no hardship. Imagine, being Margaret Hoo.
Now, imagine being her daughter.
Sometimes, on the bus ride home, Caia would sit with her head nearly between her legs, rocking back and forth with tears swelling in her eyes. By this point, the bumps on the rocky, upper-class road that encroached her home would be her ultimate challenge, and every bump could lead to an expulsion of liquid-- and explusion from school. She had to focus, to make herself seem strong, almost meditative (it would seem) if you didn't notice that she was sobbing, in unbearable agony.
This was a bi-daily appearance for the Chinese girl, she was 18 years old, too old for a child-like pose but that was what the massive lump in her stomach was making her do. She could feel it, welled up and swollen, pushing on her other organs, her bladder stretching out. She would scream, cry for help, as the bumps got to her, but that would affect her social standing-- And if there was one thing more important than a little money saved, Caia had to be lady-like.
This wasn't very lady-like, though. She pushed down hard on the upper brims of her loose skirt, there was not subtlety, she was too desperate for subtlety. How did Mom do it, Caia was perplexed, jumping up with the ebbs of speed bumps. Some of the other kids took glimpses, it wasn't extraordinary, every other day Caia was like this, and everyone knew why. Holding was usual, and in vogue. Most of the kids on the bus composed an aching bladder until their daily piss. On other days, she was like that, smiling, compressing the obvious need. But on even number days, it was Hell.
It also didn't help that she didn't get to pee for another 14 hours. Noticing her stop, Caia stood up, backpack strung along, hand between her thighs. She walked past the people, noticing her need. Even the bus driver, who as she climbed down the steps with fragility, exclaimed "Hope you make it!"
"Yeah, me too." She wasn't, and Caia was no fool for thinking it. She began to walk rigidly as her body adjusted to the breezy outside. Her neck craned to the bus, who slowly made its way out of view. The moment the yellow could not be seen, Caia dropped the backpack and ventured into a woody landscape just out of the view from the road.
Caia looked around her, making sure no one could see such a vulgar display. She sloppily pulled her skirt to the side, her panties made it through with only a few droppings of urine, and then--
Nothing.
Caia smirked. Sometime it was nice to remember that she was always in control. Peeing outside is gross, illegal, and very un-lady-like, and Caia liked to remember that detail sometimes. She pull back up the panties and let the skirt rest, walking back to the sidewalk and moving on with her day.
And then, when the alarm rang, a deranged Caia jumped out of bed, sprinted to the lock, swiped it with the credit card, pulled mercilessly at the door, jumped on the toilet and stayed on until every last drop wrung out of her body. All this to save 5 credits, Caia thought to herself, but it was more. Maybe she got it from her mother, maybe from a world, but the fact remained the same-- What was a lady who couldn't hold?
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Missy. Missy was a lady who couldn't hold. Caia smirked to herself again, maybe if she played her type of game with the Hawaiian girl, she'd be shocked to learn just how long Caia could last without relief. Maybe as long as they're together, she could make sure that--
No. This was more important than a little competition.
But Missy thinks you are weak, she thinks that you are a girl that pisses her pants, has accidents, who has no control!
This is more important than--
Is there anything more than proving your worth.
She thought back to her bladder, slightly annoying, only five hours worth. Caia couldn't stop smiling, she had a long ways to go before she lost control.
And besides, Missy was probably her least favorite person. |
Chapter 11:
"It's bigger than you think, and I admit it sounds ridiculous, but it's the truth. Everything is connected."
"It's a Piss-Industrial Complex."
Caia stopped, losing her focus at the thought of such an idiotic statement. "A Piss-Industrial Complex. Do you hear yourself talk?"
"I literally just said it sounds ridiculous." Missy snapped back, standing at the edge of a small, maligned counter, resting upon the edge of the marble. Missy peered down the large office-space, searching for eyes that questioned her and Caia's actions-- mostly Caia's, maybe to catch a culprit. "Think about it, people need to piss more, use more toilets, get more money for the government, all while excusing it as natural actions-- It's obvious. At least I think it's obvious." Caia didn't respond, she was too busy pulling her hand deep into the trash bin, searching for coffee filters, her eyes peering of constant disgust. "Do you think it's obviou--"
"No, I don't think it's obvious-- I think it is--- Eughhhh....." Caia pulled on a wet rag with something slimy on it.
"You okay?"
"I am NOT okay, I'm half-way into a trash can! You think this is OKAY!?"
"Keep your voice down-- Jesus." Silence overcame the two girls as Missy pulled down on her mini-skirt, hoping not to reveal too much of her thigh. God, I used to be so excited about this place, Missy thought to herself. It was true, only two months ago the concept of working for Brooks-Malick in Washington DC was a dream come true, one of the top law firms in the country-- Now, it was blank halls filled with blank faces, not a cent of happiness on the cool Saturday morning. Who could even work on such a day?
Beside her, Caia pulled out a soggy, stained circular piece of paper-- a coffee filter, with as much aghast excitement as a piece of trash could give you. But it was only a coffee filter, no chip-- no capsule-- no evidence. "Damnit!" Caia moaned, frustrated at the peril of their situation, she threw the coffee filter to the side and began the process again.
"Wait." Missy stopped. "If you drank the capsule-- then the capsule would have passed through the filter. So why would the capsule be stuck in the filter?" Caia stopped, staring back at Missy, making the interal judgement to accept Missy's completely logical claim and her own pride. The feeling of festering trash around her left arm was the deciding factor.
"What are we doing?" Almost immediately, the two girls walked away, either willing to take blame for the mental lapse and the wasted thirty minutes. Together, they walked the hall, Caia wiping chunks of trash that collected on her thin arm, Missy walking forward, thinking of another solution. The two girls moved desk, after desk, after desk, after desk, almost every single one filled with a beyond-competent lawyer, making calls, doing due diligence, throwing Missy's dreams into obscurity. But this wasn't about Missy's dreams right now, something more, maybe, the Hawaiian girl wasn't sure yet.
"Why don't we go to the police?" Missy asked her frenemie as Caia scratched off a particularly stubborn grain of coffee.
"And lose the internship? Are you crazy? I'd be throwing my future in the toilet!" Thoughts of toilets again, Missy's swollen bladder didn't like the reminder, she put it aside for a later Missy's problem.
"Some things are more important than an internship."
"Well, you can tell my Mom. Oh, Mrs. Hoo, I'm sorry to say but your daughter has lost her prestigious internship because of some bullshit accusation against our company. She would literally kill me." Not a hyperbole, in this case at least, as Caia was certain that if that actually happened, she would be murdered.
"If you feel such a way--"
"That's why we are finding proof, stupid! So it's not baseless!" Missy shrugged her shoulders, twisting a corner into another dim office corridor.
"Well..." Missy responded, noticing Caia's slightly up-tight mental state. "How do you want to find proof?"
Caia stopped. In all fairness, the coffee filter's were entire her idea, with Missy agreeing without much thought into the concept. That said, Caia was working out a perfect strategy to blame Missy for it in entirety, but the question stopped her. "I----" Caia stuttered, "I----".
"You know what I think?" Missy rebutted with a certain spite. "I think you got embarrassed because you couldn't hold your pee and made up some bullshit story to get off the hook."
"THAT'S NOT TRUE!!!!" Caia yelled with enough force to draw the entire office, every lawyer, every suit, to put her eyes on the Intern. Immediately, Caia covered her mouth out of fear and terror as the interest faces of the lawyers dwindled away from the two girls, moving back to their ho-hum work. Missy stared at Caia as well, who stared back with flaming eyes, before walking on. She was smart to move again, because if one more second of eye contact was made, Caia would have strangled her.
Before Caia could take our her enemy from behind, Missy made the final turn into a small side room which was all too familiar to the girls-- a kitchen, with black marble details and a semi-old fridge, microwave, sink, and coffee maker that was ground zero. Every morning, the two girls along with their respective group made a habitual gathering at this kitchen, tell jokes, display stresses, and drink coffee.
"Listen, I don't know if you're telling the truth, or who is behind all of this, but I know this: If you drank this micro-bot, and you say that there is only one place that you drank from all day, then I can think of only one way to find out the truth." Missy pulled out two free-use coffee mugs, both with generic, company-wide details, and situated them next to the hardly used pot of coffee. "We got to do it again."
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It's not fun becoming a joke, it's certainly not fun to become the laughing stock of the nation, and it is absolutely not fun to watch the world chuckle at your worst day. But if you were to ask Marcy what was on her mind, it was probably the strain of the handcuffs around her wrists.
"The Washington Post had you on the front page of your newspaper." The detective said with a slight chuckle, as the lady looked up, miserable and ashamed, wanting everything to go back to normal and for everything to burn. "But that's expected, given your Mother. It's almost ironic--"
"It's her fault!" Marcy screamed. "I wasn't allowed to-- She held me against her will-- I couldn't hold it!"
"Listen, I understand-- I do. We hardly arrest people around here for this sort of thing-- but simply put-- you have to pay five credits. Until you have five credits, you are under custody of the government."
"It's not fair!" Marcy sobbed. "My Mom took my money away, she's forcing me to be in here, you can't keep me in here! Please!"
"The rules are the rules Marcella-- If you have no money then you will have serve a moderate sentence."
Marcy bent over, she can't believe this was happening to her, now, at this place. She was the daughter of a senator, a perfect student, a class president, she was above this-- Jail sentences for public urination were for the homeless, the poor, ones that couldn't afford five measley credits. Her Mother had millions. Why was this happening to her?
"You have ten minutes to procure five dollars or you will be given a week-long sentence for public urination without credits." The detective walked out of the room with smug indifference, surely he could hear her tears, and yet--- A product of the system, a country where this has become expected, it has become okay to let people stay in jail if they cannot hold their overfilled bladders.
What has this country come to, Marcy thought before remembering that all of this, the country, the pissing, the pain, the jail time, was because of her mother. Her damned mother, cruel and cautious, would rather see you tortured than have weakness. Everything that has gone wrong in this country is because of her.
Because of her. Carefully, the Senator's Daughter pulled out her phone, and pulled up a name she remembered from her mother, a journalist, someone who could help her. Carefully, she typed out a message:
Alexander| Wash Post
Hi, this is Marcella Hill, daughter of Sofia Hill. If you put five credits into my accnt, I will tell you the truth about the piss tax
...
Five minutes later, her notification rang
+5 credits added.
Marcy smiled, she had been wronged, and for the first time in her life, she was going to respond appropriately.
Because Marcy knew that it was much bigger than anyone thought. |
It'll come together.. Hopefully... Probably.... Maybe. Frankly even I don't remember half the plot points of this story.
Anyways:
Chapter 12:
"So... Who was that girl? Krisha asked as she bit down on a soft pastry, comfortable, easing out whatever hours remained of morning, tearing at edges while the soft center maintained rightfully intact. Beneath her, the nearing noon sun slid on the wide windows of Katie's apartment, odd, since it was only 10:30, but a product of Smartglass-- It was always noon. Krisha hadn't delved too hard into the mornings awkwardness yet, she was in the bathroom for most of it, but was surprised by Katie's discomfort, quiet and with great care, inner turmoil.
"What girl?"
"You know what girl!" Krisha had known Katie for 12 hours and could already tell when she was playing dumb. Katie remained blank, she really didn't want to talk about this. Maybe that was justified, Krisha was still little more than a stranger, and she could be impeding on the rules of a one-night stand, but she was curious. If Katie was only a one-night stand, at least she deserved to get her curiousity quenched if not her romantic needs. "The brown-skinned one, the one that came by the apartm--"
"I don't want to talk about it." Katie sipped on a small cup of coffee as Krisha fell silent. The response had confirmed what Krisha had already known, but she was one to impede.
"Come on...."
"I'm serious. Cut it out."
"Work related?"
"Stop it."
"Juicy gossip! Hot news around the workpl--"
"I SAID STOP IT!" For the first time, Krisha listened, she straightened up at the sight of her companion yell.
Frankly Katie Lewis-Daniels was not one for yelling, but she was thrown for a tiffy this morning and was in no desire to discuss it with the random bartender who she fucked last night. Krisha finished her pastry as Katie put her head down, frustrated at Krisha, frustrated with herself-- People were being hurt, and she was afraid, she knew too much.
"There's been this thing at the work-place recently...." Katie spoke, choosing her words carefully. "And one of the interns got struck by it. That's all."
"A thing?" Katie nodded, hoping that the vagueness sufficed. "What thing?" Katie stood up, approaching the always-noon sun drenched on the window.
"You notice that sun hasn't moved?" Krisha watched the yellow light for the first time, it was frozen-- As it always is.
"I haven't paid attention."
"The sun moves from one end of the sky to the other end of the sky, from sunrise to sundown, and yet you look in the sky and it would seem that it never moved. You take things for granted, right?"
"I guess.. What does this have to do with..."
"Four years ago, before the Piss Tax, urinals were a thing people took for granted. People would piss freely, none of this holding, none of this once-a-day bullshit, none of this crap-- It was something that we took for granted. Now-- Look at us, slaves to this tax, every conversation I have is about holding, water consumption, peeconomics-- Hell, we met at a Piss Tax Night-- It's become something that is a part of our lives." Katie stared at the sun, the technological mirage did not strain the woman's eyes. "The sun hasn't moved because it's not the sun, this glass is a display of what my view would be at noon-- The sun hasn't moved once."
"I honestly haven't noticed."
"They took the sun, something that has dictated our entire life, when we wake up, when we eat, when we sleep, and turned it into something we can control-- It can be noon forever for me and no one can do anything about it. So... What if we can do the same thing for the Piss Tax." Krisha listened intently as Katie went back to her seat, staring ahead-- divulging more information than she had ever before.
"Last year, my law firm became associates for a company called Mujiwara Inc., it's a Chinese company, who saw the Piss Tax get implemented and swooped in. There product was simple, you would consume microbots such that they would reside in your bladder, constantly releasing electric shocks that would stiffen muscles, such that you could not pee, even if you tried. It didn't eliminate the pain, but you could make sure that you couldn't pee even if you tried. When you were done holding, you would gt your smartphone, click a button, and the bot would relax the muscles and allow you to pee. It was a brilliant invention, perfect for the Piss Tax world."
"Unfortunately, it was what the people needed, not the rulers-- While the country could have benefitted from the microbot, the people on top wanted the opposite. If people pissed more, then more toilet trips, more toilet trips means more money going to the government. This created a shady deal that was placed bewteen Mujiwara and Sofia Hill--- The person that created the piss tax. They began to create a reverse product, which was filled with the relaxant. The device is still a prototype, and---"
"The government is using it already for--"
"Not the government-- My boss is a man named James Brooks. He's.... He's horrible."
"He's been using the microbots."
"He dumps them into the water purification tank. If you drink water at the office, you have one of them. And if he chooses, he has the power to basically cause an accident on any victim by his cellphone."
"That's horrible!" Krisha responded, mortified. "How do you know all this?"
"I'm friends with his wife, Melissa. She's not a fan either, but he claims he's doing it for research." Katie smiled at the ridiculousness of the statement just enough to stop the tear that was procuring.
"So... This asshole is testing a microbot that the government will put in the water supply, causing the country to constantly be pissing."
"Welcome to the Piss Tax world." Katie gave a cynical smile-- Justified, the world was really going to shit.
"And the girl that came in was... Targeted?"
"Not her, but her friends-- She's probably next, knowing Brooks. Listen, I know this is fucked up, but you cannot tell Anyone. Brooks, he has more power than you can imagine, he has a direct in-line with Sofia Hill. It's tempering a beast--"
"So your just going to stand around while people are hurt by this man!?" Krisha stood up, suddenly infuriated. She could sense something in Katie, from the small jokes and cracks, the discomfort, she'd been defeated. "You know the truth, why not tell the world."
"Trust me, there's nothing that I can do...." Katie stopped, thinking. There was this flicker of light, maybe from the noon-sun, or maybe from a lightbulb in her mind-- either way, Katie had an idea. |
Side note: Sorry if the quality isn't the best, I wrote it from 2-3 am last night. Please feel free to leave some constructive criticisms in the comments if you feel the need to you. Enjoy.
Gone Away
Alyssa sat on the couch by the front door of her house. Her parents were standing at the doorway, holding on to their bags. They were leaving to go on a private getaway for the two of them, and only the two of them.
Alyssa was angry that she was not allowed to go away with them, being stuck with some dumb baby sitter for two whole weeks. Half a month. ¼ of her summer break. She was in ninth grade. Alyssa heard a car door slam, and then footsteps coming to the door. When Alyssa got up to the door, she saw her babysitter standing outside the doorway, carrying a duffle bag, suitcase and her purse.
Hello Becky, Alyssa’s mother said.
Hi, said Alyssa’s father.
Alyssa, why don’t you greet your new babysitter for the next two weeks, suggested Alyssa’s mother.
Hi. Alyssa said grudgingly.
Come in, help yourself to anything in the fridge or cabinets Alyssa’s father spoke.
Thank you Mr. Rand Becky said.
Becky walked over to Alyssa, who stood there looking a bit glum.
Hello Alyssa, I’m Becky, your new babysitter for the next two weeks. It’s so nice to meet you!
It’s nice to meet you too, I guess, Alyssa responded.
Becky seemed a little discouraged with Alyssa’s unhappiness.
Alyssa’s father leaned in to Becky’s ear, whispering something to her, most likely telling her that Alyssa was upset she did not get to go on vacation with them.
Becky gave a few “uhh hmm”s and Alyssa’s father leaned out.
Alyssa, I am sure you are a little angry, but I am going to make sure you have an awesome two weeks with me Becky said.
Alyssa cracked a slight smile, her mood brightening ever so slightly.
Well Alyssa, said her father, I think it is time for us to leave, oh, and don’t worry, we’ll bring back quite a few treats and souvenirs for sticking out for so long when we get back.
I love you honeybun her mother said.
I love you more her father said.
They both came over and kissed her, said their goodbyes, and left, taking their car to the airport.
So Alyssa, how is it going asked Becky.
Pretty good, how about you.
I’m fine, so what grade are you in?
I am in ninth, how old are you?
19 Becky responded.
Cool.
Cool.
So what do you want to do? Alyssa asked.
We could go out and get a bite to eat, I assume you’re hungry, having not eaten breakfast yet.
That sounds great Alyssa said.
Becky set down her bags and they both went out to Becky’s car, a Honda. Alyssa went in the passenger seat and Becky drove.
Becky’s car had obviously been tinkered with quite a bit. It had updated interiors and speakers. Alyssa got in the car, sitting down. As Alyssa was going to close the door, Becky stopped it with her sneaker.
Safety first she said, buckling Alyssa’s seat belt for her.
Becky got in on the other side and flipped a switch on her door, which Alyssa was not sure of what it did. Becky buckled up and started the car, slamming it in to reverse and backing out the driveway. Her seatbelt was very tight, squeezing her firm, perky breasts, to the point where she could barely move, which was a little uncomfortable.
Where to? Becky asked.
How about the bagel place? Alyssa suggested.
Sounds good Becky replied. And they were off.
When they arrived, Alyssa went to undo her tight seatbelt. She pressed down on the release, but nothing happened. Alyssa panicked.
Becky, the seat belt is jammed!
No, no, it’s not Becky said, pressing another button on her door, releasing the seatbelt.
That was awfully strange, what car would have a seatbelt that needs to be released by the driver?
After breakfast, they went home and hung out for the rest of the day.
It was now 8:00pm. Alyssa and Becky were watching a movie, filling up on soda and popcorn. Alyssa had already had three sodas by 9:00pm, tired from waking up early in the morning to help her finish packing, she dozed off.
While Alyssa was sleeping, Becky turned the tv to something else, going to her suitcase in the guest room. Becky pulled out three locks and a tight belt. Going, back to Alyssa, who was sleeping on the couch. She put a belt on her tight jean shorts, locking it on with the three locks. Becky couldn’t be sure of the exact outcome of locking Alyssa in her jean shorts, but there was one thing that Becky was sure of, Alyssa would be pretty frantic when she woke up in the morning with a rock hard bladder, unable to use the bathroom.
It was 8 am. Becky had already woken up and showered a half an hour before.
What the hell? Becky heard Alyssa shout. Becky ran in to the den. She asked Alyssa what was wrong, but she was pretty sure she already knew.
What’s wrong? Becky asked. Alyssa was dancing around with a hand in her crotch.
Can’t you tell? Alyssa asked angrily, did you do this? Alyssa pulled up her tank top to show the locks on her belt.
I’m afraid I did Becky confessed.
Why? Unlock these at once, I need to pee so badly!
I am also afraid I cannot do that Becky said.
What?!? Alyssa yelled, scissoring her legs.
Alyssa, I make the rules, and I am sorry to tell you this, but I am putting you on a toilet schedule.
What the hell is that? Just let me out, I just leaked a little bit!
I need you to calm down, your first bathroom break of the day is in fifteen minutes, you need to wait a little longer.
I want to go now Alyssa screamed, stamping her foot.
Becky advanced on Alyssa, feeling her bladder for half a second before Alyssa swiped her hand away. This was just as she wanted it. A rock hard bladder denied relief.
Please stop, I am about to wet myself!
Becky looked glanced at her watch again, 14 minutes she said.
Alyssa could not wait 14 minutes, she had already leaked a little out. She knew what she could do, she just needed to cut the belt she had on off. Alyssa pushed Becky aside and ran upstairs to the kitchen, hoping to find a pair of scissors. She ravaged through the drawer, hoping to find a pair of scissors, but to no prevail. She went to her kitchen knives, all of them were gone. Alyssa was hit with a powerful wave of desperation, a spurt leaking out, wetting her womanhood and part of her panties. Alyssa ran upstairs to her room, checking her desk, no scissors either. What the hell was going on?
Becky must have removed all the scissors. Alyssa stood in the mirror, a small wet patch lay on the crotch of her jeans. Suddenly more came out, Alyssa shaking and shoving her hands in to her crotch, leaking more and more. When she finally was able to regain some control, she checked and noticed the golf ball sized wet patch had turned in a patch a little larger than a baseball, spreading ever so slightly. Five minutes later, Becky took out the key for Alyssa’s locks. Alyssa was sitting on the toilet, trying to sit still. Alyssa could barely stop, she looked down, a little puddle of pee resting below her. Becky unlocked the last lock. Alyssa forced her pants off, pee spraying on to the floor and toilet cover before she could even open the toilet. Alyssa finally pulled up the top, a torrent spraying out for almost a minute straight. When Alyssa was finished, there was pee dripping out of her, pee dripping from her woman hood and pants on to the floor, soaking her socks. She was shaking, Becky watching the entire fiasco.
Well if you couldn’t hold that in, you are going to have a hard time for the next two weeks. A very hard time Becky said, Alyssa still shaking, panting, covered in her own urine from the waist down. |
*Complete with quotation marks, thank you for the tips in regards to the last post, they really help me improve my content. Also, this chapter contains a short bondage/kidnapping type scenario, although it is not very extensive. If that's not your thing, I wouldn't suggest reading it. Enjoy.
Gone Away Chapter 2: Breaking Her In
Alyssa finally stopped her shaking a full minute later. This had been the first time other than when she was really young that she had wet herself uncontrollably. She hadn’t actually ever lost control outside of her sleep. When she was very young she occasionally wet the bed, her parents scolding her every single time. Alyssa felt humiliated, like she wanted to cry.
“Why the F*CK did you do this?” Alyssa yelled, sniffling.
“I’m sorry said Becky, but this is how I run my operation. That wetting there was a sign of weakness. By the time your parents get back, you’ll be peeing twice a day no problem. I am going to ensure this. I will train your bladder to hold whatever amount I please for as long as I please.”
“I’m calling my parents, you are out of here! I swear to god!” Alyssa shouted.
Becky moved in front of Alyssa, bringing her to a complete halt.
“Alyssa she started, did you forget? Your parents are using this vacation as a break, a break from the constant distraction of phones and computers.”
Alyssa froze. That was correct. Before her parents left, they vowed not to use their phones at all during the trip, only using them in case of an emergency. Hopefully their daughter being locked in to a pair of pants without consent and wetting herself counted as a true emergency, to them at least.
Alyssa pushed pass Becky, going downstairs to her home phone. She picked it up and dialed her parents. She received a call busy tone each time she tried to call. Alyssa felt betrayed, angry, sad, many different emotions, some she could not even explain.
“How about we get you changed, you wouldn’t really want to run to someone for help wearing pissed panties and jean shorts, would you?”
“I would, I really would love to” Alyssa replied.
“Don’t get smart with me“ Becky ordered.
Alyssa ran in to her room to go get clothes, and most likely look for her cell phone, which unfortunately would not be found, as it was in Becky’s position as of last night. Becky went to her bag and grabbed a pair of handcuffs, rope and a gag. Going back upstairs, Becky waited for Alyssa to open the door to her room.
The door of her room opened, and Becky pounced. She grabbed Alyssa with all her strength, hand cuffing her and gagging her. Alyssa tried to scream, but instead of a high pitched scream, out came a low muffle. Alyssa tried to scream as loud as she could, barely making a sound no matter how loud she made her voice. Becky forced Alyssa on to the ground, tying rope around her legs. She was now fully bound, unable to get up. Becky went back downstairs and grabbed two different duffel bags. When she returned, she packed Alyssa’s clothes. She brought her things and Alyssa clothes to her car, packing them in. She put tied up Alyssa in the backseat of her old suv, placing a blanket over her.
Alyssa sat on the backseats, squirming in her bonds and gag. She felt powerless. She could not scream, she could not move. All she could do was wait to see where this nutcase was going to take her to.
Twenty minutes later, Becky’s car stopped. Becky made several trips unloading her and Alyssa’s things, eventually blindfolding Alyssa and bringing her in to a house, and in to the house’s basement. Soon Alyssa’s blindfold was taken off. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the light. She was in a crib. Alyssa’s heart started to beat faster and faster. Alyssa saw Becky standing outside the crib. Becky undid her rope bondage so she could at least sit up. The wall in front of her had an enormous shelf spanning across it, several boxes on each shelf. One entire row was marked with diapers; Adult, Pull ups, etc. That made Alyssa realize she needed to pee again, but luckily it was not urgent enough to the point that she was actually desperate. There were also toys and peripherals for a baby scattered on the floor. She saw a baby bouncer large enough for someone her size, a highchair and another baby chair, along with other toys.
Becky removed Alyssa’s gag and handcuffs, swapping out her handcuffs for bags that were tied around Alyssa’s wrist that covered her hands, rendering her unable to grab or hold anything, including her own crotch if it came to that.
“Where am I?” Alyssa asked, scared, her bladder slightly weakening.
“You are in the basement of my house, this is the room where babies stay” Becky responded.
“What? I AM NOT A BABY!” Alyssa shouted.
“You are for the next two weeks, or at least you will be treated like one until then, and by the end of the two weeks your baby bladder will have fully matured to an adult bladder” Becky said.
“Let me go! Please, you can’t keep me like this!”
“I unfortunately cannot let you, it’s time for breakfast” Becky said.
Becky picked Alyssa up, bringing her upstairs and placing her in to an adult sized highchair.
Becky got out a few jars of baby food and fed them to Alyssa herself, until they were gone. Becky then had Alyssa drink 2 bottles of water. Alyssa soon had to go pee even more, now to the point where she was uncomfortable but did not have to scissor her legs or grab her crotch. After breakfast she brought Alyssa back downstairs, strapping her in to a baby chair, where she had her legs tied apart tight, her arms up above her.
Becky pulled up a chair and spoke to her.
“Okay Alyssa, this is how we are going to do things around here for the next two weeks. Today, Monday, I am going to have you wait 2 more hours until after lunch to use the bathroom, again after dinner, and once before bed. Tomorrow is going to be more restricted. You will get one after you wake up, one at lunch, and then one before bed, removing your break after dinner. The next day will be the same. The day after is where I am going to change things up again, I am going to allow you to pee after you wake up, once before bed, but after dinner is going to be only a ten second pee, and the next day your after dinner break will be gone for the remainder of the two weeks. So in four days, you will be peeing twice a day. Now on to punishments.”
“If you wet yourself at all you will be put in diapers until later in the day, then you will lose whatever bathroom break is after that, if any. Another punishment is that I have you drink an extra amount of water, only giving you ten seconds to pee. This may sound like salutary neglect, but trust me, if you have a rock hard bladder and are only given ten seconds to pee, you will wish you had lost an entire day of breaks instead of a ten second piss. Oh and when it comes to pooping, it goes on your pee schedule. I wouldn’t dare having an accident the same day you have to poop, because if you end up having a ten second pee where you really have to poop, it is going to be extremely uncomfortable having your body try to poop, only to stop and pull your pants back up. If you ever happen to poop yourself, consider yourself officially screwed. You will be put on toilet ban, an entire day without toilet breaks, no exception. Your bathroom breaks are at 8:15 am, 12:00 pm, 5:00pm, and 9:30pm”.
Alyssa now was very uncomfortable. Unable to use her hands or scissor her legs, she had to rely on the raw strength of her bladder muscles, which were not very strong by themselves. Alyssa felt a twinge and let out a few drops of pee.
“Here is your drinking schedule for today. After I am done speaking to you, you need to drink 1 and ½ bottles of water. At lunch you must drink a full glass of whatever you’d like. After you are finished eating you are allowed to use the bathroom. At 12:30, drink a half a bottle of water, at 1:00, finish it. At 1:30, drink a half a bottle, at 2 finish it. At 3:30 drink a half a bottle, and finish it at 4:00. At 5:00 during dinner drink 1 glass of whatever you would like. You will be allowed to pee at 5:20 after dinner. At 6:00, drink a full bottle of water, and another one at 7:00, a final bottle at 8:00.”
Alyssa spurted a little bit, creating a small wet patch on her jeans.
“Alright Becky finished, good luck”. When she came over to untie Alyssa, Becky quickly noticed the small wet patch in the center of her jeans’ crotch.
“Judging on the small wet patch already present, good luck” Alyssa said, releasing Alyssa from her bonds and starting her on her next bottle of water.
“I will come back down each time you are required to drink to make sure you do it. If you somehow find a way to outsmart me and cheat, let’s just say it would be around the same punishment as pooping yourself”. Alyssa watched her finish half her bottle and went back upstairs. Locking the two locks on the basement door.
This was it, two weeks. Of Torture. |
Gone Away Chapter 3: Taking a look around
Alyssa took the time she had before her next half bottle of water to take a look at the room she was now incarcerated in for the next two weeks. The room was quite nice actually, the walls were painted a light blue, a linoleum floor with mats on it beneath her feet.
Alyssa went over to the shelf she first saw when her blindfold was taken off. She checked the diaper bins. The first one was filled with adult diapers, probably for when Becky knew if Alyssa lost control she was going to leak in a normal diaper. The next bin contained pullups, most likely for when she had less in her system. The other three contained diaper products such as extras, diaper rash cream, wipes and other things.
The row above the diaper row had towels in each basket, along with tissues and other paper products. The row above that extra sheets, more diapers, some baby toys and a few different items. The final top row (due to Alyssa’s small stature was quite hard to reach) contained a lot of rope, bondage toys, like gags, harnesses, leashes, and garbage bags. The last basket had measuring containers, probably for measuring how much someone was holding.
To the right of the giant shelf slash book case type thing were two garbages. One for diapers, and one for regular garbage. She turned around to study the mats more. The biggest one had a race track type design on it, which covered a better part of the floor. Above the crib Alyssa was first put in to was a mobile. On the floors were baby toys. Hanging to the side was the baby bouncer, which looked like fun. She needed to do something to ease her boredom.
A minute later Becky came back down and Alyssa finished her bottle of water, and drank the next one in it’s entirety as Becky told Alyssa she was going to be gone past Alyssa’s next drink to go run some errands. When Becky left, Alyssa climbed up on to a step stool that was near the wall and entered the bouncer. When she got in, she went far down enough that the top of the thing was covering the bottom of her breasts. She had her feet on the floor, abruptly bouncing herself up, the thing going around a few times, Alyssa repeating the process.
A sudden hit of desperation hit her, sending a leak in to her panties. Alyssa shot her hand toward her crotch, but was surprised when she could barely feel her hand through the bottom of the baby bouncer. She tried to lift herself up to get out, but couldn’t. This was bad, no hands meant she had already consumed more than 2 bottles of water, and had to hold it with her bladder muscles until 1:00. The clock in the room read 11:30.
Alyssa’s bladder filled up even more. The baby bouncer she was stuck in was offering help and also making it harder for her to hold it. The tightness of the front of the bouncer pushing up against her bladder made her need to pee exponentially stronger, but the front of the bouncer was also acting as sort of a seal for her urethra. It was pushing on her bladder, but also pushing on her pee hole. It was kind of like squeezing a water balloon from both ends, the water filling up the middle. Except, instead of an unchanging amount of liquid in the balloon, she could still feel her bladder filling up, and fast. She was hit with a sharp urge to pee, and leaked. She tried to use her hands but they did nothing for her. Alyssa bounced up and down trying to help her hold it. She lost some control again, this time completely soaking the bottom of her jeans and part of the bottom of the bouncer, a few drops of pee dripping off on to the tile below her. She got hit with another wave, this time, she lost all control.
“Oh no!” Alyssa yelled.
Pee started to rush out of her bladder, pouring on to the floor through the bouncer. After 15 or 20 seconds, she was empty again, her feet bouncing in the pee puddle below her. She really was in trouble now.
Around 1:00, Alyssa heard the door open. She panicked, still unable to get herself out of the bouncer. Alyssa really was in a bad situation. She already had an accident, and it was only her first day, with the rest of the day to go. The door to the basement opened. This was it. Alyssa could already see Becky was angry. She ran down, staring at Alyssa.
“Already an accident Alyssa, and I see you got caught in the baby bouncer. Now that thing will smell even worse, it’s been countless times where a baby has wandered in to that bouncer, and wet herself all over. It’s even worse for you though, all those times, those girls were wearing diapers, a couple of them leaked, but most of the time the bouncer stayed dry. Now I’ve see you’ve emptied your entire bladder in to that thing”.
Becky got Alyssa out, putting her in her crib and changing her. Becky put another pair of pants on Alyssa.
“If you have one more accident, I am going to have to put you in diapers. It’s too sad, most people here before you had been put in diapers near the end of their stay, but look at you, you are on your first day and have wet again”.
“I am going to have to give you a harsh punishment for wetting on your first day, I am going to give you an extra bottle and make you wait until I am done cleaning after dinner, so about 20 minutes after your scheduled break time. I am going to make your drink them now, so you are desperate within the next half an hour”.
Alyssa had to finish her bottle she was on and the next bottle in the next twenty minutes, ten minutes after that she finished the last bottle of water. It was now 1:30 and her bladder was full again. When Alyssa was done drinking them, Becky pulled out a few small locks and a belt again. Alyssa immediately recoiled. She hated being locked in to her pants. Alyssa tried to push Becky away, not allowing her to lock her pants. Becky took out the pair of bags again and put them on Alyssa’s wrists, proceeding to lock her jeans. She then took off the bags on Alyssa’s hands and put them in a box under the crib.
Becky opened up the crib and let Alyssa out, free to roam around the room and do whatever she wanted.
“Be a good girl for me Alyssa, I do not want to have to change you again before tomorrow Becky said. If you leak to the point where there is a patch bigger than a golf ball on your jeans, I am going to be giving you a special punishment for having such a weak bladder”.
Alyssa quickly grew concerned.
“What is the punishment?” Alyssa asked.
“You’ll see, you’ll see Becky responded. Do you want a binky to suck on until dinner, because I have a few clean ones waiting upstairs for you?” Becky asked.
Alyssa had already wet herself twice, and was on the verge of being given diapers to wear. She did not want to regress in age any further. She politely declined Becky’s offer. Becky went back upstairs to clean up her kitchen and living room, locking the door to the basement behind her. The pressure was already building in Alyssa’s bladder. Alyssa thought it was unlikely that she would have a wet patch any smaller than a golf ball by dinner time. Alyssa already felt a strong urge to pee, yet it was only 1:45 and her bathroom break was 5:30. Three hours and forty five minutes until her next bathroom break. Alyssa started to ponder what her punishment could be.
A no toilet day? No, that was unlikely, especially since Alyssa was only on her first day of bladder training, and she had only wet herself once today.
Diapers? Now those were likely, considering that Becky told her if she had one more accident she would be on diapers. But what else? How much else was there that she could do?
Take away breaks?
Increase the amount of water she drank and the time between breaks?
Those were the only things Alyssa could think of. But it had to be something more extreme. It had to be. Becky had taken Alyssa against her will and locked her in jeans twice, right? She knew Becky would never let her off easy. All this thinking had taken Alyssa’s mind off of her ever filling bladder. Without warning, a large spurt shot out in to her panties, inducing a few small leaks along with it. Alyssa shot her hands to her crotch, quickly regaining composure. Alyssa panicked once again. She took her hands off of her crotch slowly, horrified at what she saw. She had already lost the battle. The “special” punishment was already coming. The patch was already slightly larger than a golf ball. It would hopefully dry by dinner, if not, or if she leaked again, she could only imagine what type of torture she awaited in the next several hours. And it was only the first day. Only the first day. |
Gone Away Chapter 4: Dinner and a Punishment
It was now 4:55, with only a measly 5 minutes until dinner. Alyssa was violently scissoring her legs, barely able to contain the massive amount she was holding. She had gone from discomfort to pain. Her bladder was full to the brim. Even though her bladder felt like if she drank any more it was going to pop like a water balloon, she stayed surprisingly dry, although some of that was done by having her finger jamming her pee hole shut. She was mostly relying on will power and strength, but when her bladder muscles became tired and were about to give out, she was able to substitute half of the work her urinary sphincter was doing with her finger, and biting her lip. She danced around the room, pee forcing itself through urethra, slightly dampening her white panties. Her bladder felt huge, and she didn’t think she ever had held so much at one time. Then, relief suddenly got closer. The clock struck five, and Becky came down stairs to get Alyssa for dinner.
She saw Alyssa hopping up and down, trying to hold it in.
“Let’s see if you leaked, sit down” Becky commanded.
Alyssa sat on the carpet, pushing her crotch as hard as she could in to the ground, her hand still in it.
“Alyssa” Becky started, “you have to move your hand or otherwise I can’t see if you have any leaks or not”.
Alyssa slowly took her hand away, for a half second, pee leaking out of her damp crotch in to her also damp pants. Alyssa’s bladder was trembling.
Becky patted her down, a little spurt of pee shooting out, creating a very small dark spot.
“Stay dry, be careful, just a little bit longer and you can go. I have also decided to let you go directly after dinner, instead of with a wait before”.
Becky watched as Alyssa got back up, and starting bouncing around again.
Alyssa could not help it. And Becky loved it. She found it so interesting how she could quite literally enslave a girl, just by controlling their bathroom use. All Becky had done, except for tying Alyssa up, had made her hold her pee, and Becky was in full control. She for a second thought about how cruel she was being. Not allowing Alyssa to pee, having her hold it for hours on end on with a overly full bladder, and if she became too wet tonight, hold her bladder for over 10 hours. Becky thought about this, but dropped it, Becky needed to be taught. Wetting herself like that earlier in the day was unacceptable.
Becky brought Alyssa upstairs for dinner, which was a pizza she had picked up earlier. Becky put Alyssa in her high chair and started her on a full glass of juice. Alyssa stared at the bottle, thinking of her damp private area, being pushed up against the chair, the chair acting as a cork much like the bouncer, helping her to hold it.
Even though Alyssa was now able to pee at her regular time. She knew holding it 20 more minutes would be close to, if not impossible. She would just have to hope Becky would listen to her and let her go now.
“Becky?” Alyssa asked.
“Yes?” Becky responded.
“My bladder is so full it hurts, please let me go, I don’t think I can hold my bladder can hold another full glass, it feels as if it might pop”, Alyssa said.
“Alyssa”, Becky started, “I already decreased the amount of time before your next break. It’s like your asking to have unlimited breaks. Just for that, I am going to increase your amount of time, until after dinner clean up”.
Alyssa panicked.
“No!” She exclaimed.
“Very well, directly after dinner, but if you leak too much, It’s going to be delayed. Now be a good girl for me and hold it in, okay?”
“Yes… mam” Alyssa responded.
Just like that, there it was again. Just by threatening to make her hold it for 20 more minutes, she obeyed me.
Alyssa still hesitated.
“Alyssa, drink”, Becky ordered.
Alyssa swallowed, sucking the juice down. She felt all of it enter her bladder, it filling it beyond the brim. She was already leaking, there was no way she was going to have a wet patch smaller than a golf ball, and she just hoped she wouldn’t entirely lose control. For the twenty minutes of dinner, Alyssa persevered. She had leaked several times, even feeling wetness around her legs, but she still remained mostly in control. As she finished her dinner, Becky got her out of the high chair, unlocking the locks on her pants.
Becky shook her head in shame as Alyssa exited the high chair, revealing a wet patch coving the entire crotch area of her shorts.
“You are not going to get off easy for that”, Becky said.
Alyssa’s bladder was so full, she wasn’t sure it was possible to hold this much. She limped up the stairs, her hand on her jeans, her hand soaked by pee. Droplets were running down her legs, her bladder leaking almost constantly. Becky watched as Alyssa pulled down her jeans, releasing a five second long torrent in to them, her peeing for well over a minute.
When Alyssa finished, she was still dripping pee, breathing quick and heavy. She had done it, she had made it, but just barely.
“Well Alyssa, you’ve made it to the toilet, but look at those shorts and panties”, Becky said.
Alyssa’s jean shorts and panties were soaking wet, part of the towel by the shower, which her shorts were on, damp.
“Good job for holding as much as you did, but you did not fully meet my expectations. Your shorts were going to be able to be worn tomorrow, but as you can see, that obviously is not the case. In fact, I think we will need to go shopping tomorrow. Things like these bite your ass, or bladder, if you may, they really do
, Becky continued. I am going to make it simple, tomorrow, I will give you your morning break, because almost no one who I have ever baby sat was able to survive without their morning break. I will not give you a break until we get back though, I am going to have you drink a bottle and ½ before we go out, and we will eat at the mall. We will eat halfway through, and you will drink a large lemonade, and maybe I will get you some ice cream if you stay mostly dry. If you leak though, I will give you an extra bottle, and you will pee whenever we get back, so probably around one. If we leave at 9:00 or 9:30, that could be up to four hours on almost four bottles worth of liquid. I think you will hold out though, I still have some faith in you, Becky giggled”.
“You are to drink 3 bottles of water before bed, empty your bladder at bed time, and then drink a glass or two, most likely two, of some warm milk or tea before bed. I will probably check on you a half an hour before are allowed out of bed, and if you are desperate, you will nonetheless have to wait until break at 8:15”, Becky said.
Becky had Alyssa finish three bottles by eight o’ clock, with an hour and a half left of holding. She was already desperate, and now she just had to make the final stretch of the day. |
Here's the next chapter, sorry for the long wait. Enjoy.
Gone Away
Chapter 6: The Mall
Alyssa awoke with a startle. Pee was trying to force itself out of Alyssa’s urethra, Alyssa jamming her finger in her crotch to stop it. It appeared those two glasses before bed had really gotten to her. Instead of being easier, it sometimes felt that it was becoming increasingly hard to hold an amount she could normally hold for longer. It also appeared that she had to use her extremities to hold herself more often, not being able to rely as much on her bladder muscles. This was troubling to Alyssa, as she was only a few days in to holding, and Becky was going to expect her to hold much more than she already could. She was unsure how she would survive the next week and a half. She just had to persevere. In a little while, Becky came down.
“Good morning Alyssa”, she said in a cheery voice.
“Becky”, Alyssa responded, “Please hurry, let me out I am about to have an accident”.
Becky came over and unlocked Alyssa’s crib, Alyssa getting out and holding herself. Other than the locked pair of jean shorts, Alyssa stood naked.
“I came down before to check on you, and you were squirming in your sleep”, Becky said.
“Okay that’s fine, just please let me pee!”, Alyssa responded.
Becky took Alyssa to the toilet, unlocked her, and let her go. Alyssa sprayed out a forceful stream in to the toilet that lasted for almost a minute, and then finished up. She took a nice long shower where she let the rest that accumulated up in her bladder down the drain. It felt so amazing to be able to pee freely for once in the last few days. And there it was again. She felt the urge to poop. This was quite troubling, as she was going to be out at the mall for hours. Hopefully she could go when she got back.
When Alyssa got out of the shower, Becky dried her hair and body with a towel. Alyssa still felt a little funny that her babysitter was drying her nude body with a towel, even after all that had already happened.
As Becky was about to bring Alyssa back downstairs, Alyssa stopped her.
“Becky, what if I needed to poop while we were shopping today?” Alyssa asked.
“You would have to hold it”, Becky responded, “you know that I said you are only allowed to poop during the scheduled bathroom breaks”.
“I’m worried, because I really have to poop now”, Alyssa said.
“Well, that’s just too bad, I wouldn’t have stopped you from going before your shower” Becky replied.
I didn’t have to go before my shower.
Alyssa frowned at her thoughts.
Becky’s thoughts started to brew, now knowing Alyssa had to use the bathroom…
It wasn’t likely that Alyssa would mess herself at the mall, but she knew with a large meal, snacks, and the help of some foreign substances, that she would indeed witness some serious suffering on Alyssa’s part. Becky was aroused just at the thought.
After Alyssa was dressed and locked back up, she was given a full bottle of water at breakfast, and a small bottle of juice for the ride. As Alyssa stepped outside, she felt the hot sun on her skin. It had been a few days since she had last felt the amazing feeling. It was just a shame that she would have to spend her nice day needing to pee, and feeling like her body was going to explode from not pooping in a few days.
Becky buckled Alyssa in to the backseat, and they took off for the mall. About 15 minutes in, Becky had had Alyssa finish her bottle of juice. Soon, she spoke up.
“Umm, Becky, we passed the mall miles ago” Alyssa said.
“I know, we’re going to a different one, next town over”, Becky responded.
Alyssa sighed with relief, that meant that she would not run in to any friends. But… That also meant that she would have less of a chance of people helping her, no one she knew, all strangers.
When they arrived, Becky got out and walked over to Alyssa’s side of the car.
She spoke sternly,
“Alyssa, do not try to pull anything, I swear, I will put you on water torture until your bladder pops, I swear to god, now let’s go”.
Alyssa and Becky walked in to the mall, her bladder already filling.
“Becky, where are we going first?”.
“Food court”, Becky replied.
“Wait, but I thought we were going shopping first”, Alyssa said.
“I had a change of mind while we were driving, I thought, what’s the fun of having a full bladder just on the way home, and not during the trip?”, Becky responded.
They walked in to the food court, and Becky bought Alyssa a large lemonade and pretzel. After she paid, they went to sit back down at a small table in the corner of the food court.
Alyssa took a bite of her pretzel, and then sat for a few moments.
“What do you think you’re doing?”, Becky asked sternly.
“Eating”, Alyssa replied, confused.
“Drink, did you think I was going to let you drink half of it and have you throw it away? I want that entire thing finished in the next ten minutes”, Becky said.
Alyssa became worried, but she had to obey Becky.
Alyssa started to gulp down the drink, beads of water appearing on her cup. She then finished it, along with her pretzel.
“Okay, now let’s go shopping”, Becky said.
Becky and Alyssa went to the first store and picked out a few pairs of jean shorts. Becky took Alyssa in to the changing room, which was luckily mostly empty.
“Alyssa, you know what to do”.
Alyssa took her pants off, and put them on the bench.
“Lie down”, Becky said.
Alyssa lied down on the bench, Becky pulling up her shirt, and pushing on her bladder. It made her need to pee, but Alyssa was still fine for the moment, but her stomach hurt as she felt her bladder continue to fill up.
Becky felt Alyssa’s crotch, checking for wetness.
“Good”, Becky said, “now let’s just hope you stay that way”. |
Along the lines of my Ellie fanfic, another favorite character of mine I would love to see in a desperation situation would be Jill Valentine from the Resident Evil series. And the Jill I'm talking about is the brunette STARS Jill from the original (or at least HD remake) game. Now that I have some time since this semester of school is nearly done, I figured I'd treat you all to another story. I'm not expecting this to be as good as the Ellie one, but I'll leave that up the reader:
It was supposed to have been a quick mission. In and out, her superiors had assured her. Investigate the mansion, report any findings, return to headquarters. It was really that simple. At least until Brad Vickers took off in the helicopter and left them there. So now, hours later, the mansion had become a permanent place of residence. If not for the zombies roaming the halls, it might've been peaceful.
She'd have been lying to herself if she didn't think her panties were already a bit damp. The sudden arrival of a pair of zombie dogs through a few of the mansion’s windows had jostled both her heart and her bladder. A few errant spurts had escaped as she put her attackers down, but her bladder was far from empty.
“In and out,” she repeated to herself sarcastically, squirming ever so slightly as she turned down another maze of corridors. It had only been a few hours since their arrival, but it had been much longer than that since she last relieved herself. The helicopter ride had done a number on her filling bladder, as did the sprint through the woods to the mansion. She was getting desperate. But without Chris, Barry, or Wesker around to cover for her, she didn't feel comfortable letting her guard down. “Damn it…”
She actually paused to undo a notch from her utility belt. It didn't completely help, but it at least eased some of the pressure. Another sharp turn down another empty hallway got her nowhere. She bit her lip.
“I don't even know where the bathroom is in this place. For a mansion, you'd think there'd be at least one or two or ten…”
Things were still quiet save for the light rain outside and the occasional thunder. Any other day, she would've loved to hear the rain pattering on the windows. But right now, her bladder wasn't having it. Her need was growing, but she had no way of finding relief. Her team would never let it go if they found her squatting somewhere in a corner.. She kept moving, pushing the thoughts of her predicament further into the back of her mind.
“More like a pee-dicament,” she joked weakly to herself, but quickly winced when another sharp spasm wracked her lower body. “Okay, I give up… Gotta find a bathroom and find it fast.”
Luckily for her, at the very end of the next corridor was an ornate master bathroom, compete with toilet, bath, and countertop. The only thing she concerned herself with was the piece of porcelain opposite the mirror in the corner of the room.
“Thank God,” she gasped, throwing the door closed behind her, already going to unbuckle her belt and remove her utility straps. Her legs were pressed tightly together, bladder screaming for relief, but suddenly there was a hard knock at the door.
“Barry?”
There was no reply. She had just gotten her pants down, when the door shook again. Her legs were trembling now as she found herself in a wobbly squat over the toilet with only her pants down. The panties had yet to follow suit when her mind found itself preoccupied with whomever was at her door.
“Barry?” she repeated, “is that you? I'm a bit busy…”
The door suddenly slammed open as a lone zombie forced its way in, moaning loudly, hands outstretched towards her.
“Oh shit!” She had just grabbed her gun when her bladder also released a hard, jetting spurt of warmth into her panties. Firing a single round that sent her attacker to the floor, her racing mind then returned to her previous task at hand all too late.
The hissing of her strong stream was unmistakeable once the silence set back into the room. Finally getting her panties down around her knees, she collapsed onto the toilet as her pee splashed and hissed into the bowl. Dropped her head down to her chest, she saw that her panties were drenched. Collateral damage of the worst kind.
“Doesn't matter,” she said to herself, still peeing hard, her stream seemingly endless, “most of it got in the toilet… Kind of…” The yellow puddles all around the base of the toilet said otherwise.
It was a good long minute later when her stream finally tapered off with a weak dribble. With a sigh, she pulled up her damp panties and felt them rub sensually against her crotch. Any other time she’d have gone with it, had a little fun with herself, but now was not the time or the place. The night was far from over.
Readjusting her equipment and smoothing out her pants, she stepped over the pee splatters as well as the fallen corpse. Pulling the door shut behind her as she left, she sincerely hoped that none of her team would stumble upon her mess. The zombie she could explain… The pee… Well. Not so much.
“Can't say I didn't try…”
Continuing onwards down the hall, she couldn't help but moan as her thighs rubbed together against her damp panties. It was going to be a long night. Hopefully she wouldn't have to pee again anytime soon because this time, she probably wouldn't even bother with a toilet. |
Very soon after my last story I have written another one, I guess I just can't stop. This is my first original story, it's from the perspective of a young woman reliving a memory from when she was sixteen. I've only written the first chapter so far and I don't know yet exactly where it's gonna go but I do have a good idea. It's quite a long chapter with a lot of build-up, and there is some strong language and mention of nudity. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1: There's Something About Jason
It was six-thirty in the evening and the setting sun was sending a blinding light through my bedroom window. I would have closed the curtains, except my curtains sucked at being curtains and didn't stop any sunlight coming through.
It had been the hottest day of the year and I had spent the entirety of it indoors in my pyjamas watching episode after episode of How I Met Your Mother. It was the summer after I finished my GCSE exams, so I would have been sixteen. I remember being in school that year and being so excited about exams being over, knowing that as soon as summer came I would be free. So far my freedom had involved not leaving the house much. It was quite unlike me, really, but I think that school year really took a lot out of me. It was the first time in a long time that I had nothing to do, and I'd been enjoying it a little too much.
I decided to check Facebook, as I hadn't looked at it all day, and I had a message from my friend Lee. Her name was actually Valerie, which she absolutely hated, so she insisted we all call her Lee. I never knew why. I always suspected she might have been gay, which turned out to be true; she came out two years after this.
I clicked her message and the chat box opened, she had sent the message about an hour ago:
hey Sian
my sister bought round one of those big inflatable pools today and we tried it out it was amazing. if you can get round tomorrow you can come and try it out if you want. my folks will be at work
I checked the weather forecast and it was meant to be another hot day tomorrow. I decided I would rather spend it outside than in my stuffy little bedroom. Plus I hadn't seen Lee since the last exam we had together. I sent her a reply message:
yeah alright ill get mum to drop me off on her way to work so ill probs be there about half 11 ish xx
The icon that indicated that she was typing flashed up shortly followed by her reply:
ok cool see ya tomorrow
As the evening turned to night, the sun finally went down and it started to get cooler. I stayed up quite late that night watching The Hangover for like the third time that summer probably, and then went to bed.
The sun woke me at about eight the next morning. My curtains were closed, but did nothing. I had a couple of hours before I needed to leave so I watched a couple more episodes of HIMYM while eating breakfast, and then had a shower. I changed into a white vest top and yellow shorts with matching white panties and bra underneath. I deliberately put on something that would be easy to change out of once I got there so I could put on my emerald green bikini, which I put into my draw-string bag.
I went to the mirror in order to check my hair. I have dark brown hair and at that time I always tried to get my hair to look the way Mia Sara's did in Ferris Bueller's Day Off. I was told from quite a young age that I looked a lot like her, and as I looked at myself in the mirror that day I really could see the resemblance. I tied by hair up to keep it out of the way for now.
My mum usually left for work at eleven-fifteen, so at ten past I slipped on a pair of flip-flops and went downstairs to wait. My mum was a lunchtime supervisor at my old primary school, thankfully she started there after I had already left. We left the house at the usual time and she dropped me off at Lee's at half past, just as I had told her.
I kissed my mum goodbye as I always did, got out of the car and went to Lee's front door. No sooner had I rang the doorbell than the front door swung open, but it was not Lee who answered the door, it was her younger brother Jason. He was fourteen and I was a little bit creeped out by him. He was a nice kid, really smart too, but there was something about him that made me feel uncomfortable.
First off, it was very obvious that he had a thing for me, he would always make forced jokes to try and make me laugh, and if we were sat in the same room I would always catch him looking at me and he would turn away as soon as I looked back. That was fine, I thought it was cute. What disturbed me was the fact that he was always lingering. Any where I went in their house, he would always make sure I was either within sight or within earshot of him. It made it really awkward every time I was staying over and wanted to shower or something. The only peace I got was when we were sleeping, and even then he would come in Lee's room as soon as he knew we were awake.
He was standing in the doorway smiling uncontrollably and blushing slightly. I smiled back and greeted him in the usual way.
"Hey, J" I said, affectionately stroking his left shoulder with my right hand, I had known him since he was about seven after all. He was very short for his age, and quite chubby. He looked quite a lot like his sister, she was much taller and not so chubby but they had the same blonde hair, same button nose and same freckles.
He moved sideways to let me in and I stepped into their narrow hallway.
"Is sis out the back already?" I asked him.
"No, she's upstairs getting changed" he answered.
"Alright" I said "I'm gonna go and find her."
I slipped off my flip-flops and placed them underneath the stairs. I could feel Jason watching me as I did this, which I was used to. He would always be subtly trying to look at my feet whenever I went barefoot round their house. Once I cottoned on to this I would often tease him with it by stretching my toes out, just for my own amusement. It just occurred to me then that he was about to see me in a bikini and was probably gonna jizz in his fucking pants.
I went upstairs to Lee's room, knocked twice and then entered. She was already in her bikini which was a light blue colour complementing her pale skin.
"Hey!" I said in a sing-song kind of voice as I entered.
"Hiya!" she said in return, as she came towards me with her arms out-stretched "How are you?"
"I'm alright" I said, hugging her tightly "I haven't seen you in ages!"
"I know!" she said "What have you been doing all this time?"
"Nothing, really" I said, letting go of her "Just enjoying the summer. But without actually enjoying the benefits that summer brings."
"Well" Lee said "The pools all ready outside, if you wanna jump straight in."
"Yeah, sure" I said "Just let me change and I'll be right down."
"Alright" she said, before leaving the room and going downstairs.
I wouldn't have dared change in Lee's room, that would have been an absolute goldmine for Jason who I'm sure would have 'accidentally' walked in. I decided to change in the bathroom. I came out of Lee's room and unsurprisingly, met Jason in the hallway. I kindly smiled at him as we passed and he awkwardly smiled back. He went into his room which was conveniently right opposite the bathroom.
I went into the bathroom, closed and locked the door behind me and started to strip off. I examined my naked body in the mirror, knowing that right now Jason was probably imagining exactly what I was seeing in the mirror. He had spent enough time staring at my breasts to know that they were quite big, which to be fair anyone would notice. I had a very skinny waist which, again, he definitely knew as I often wore tight clothing.
I took my bikini out of my bag and put it on, put my clothes into the bag and came out of the bathroom. Jason had left his door slightly ajar, I had expected this. His bedroom was right next to his sister's and luckily for him I needed to put my bag in there. In that time he probably had a chance to get a good look at my body from various angles.
I went downstairs, knowing that Jason would probably wait a couple of minutes before coming down himself. I knew Lee would be waiting in the kitchen as that's where the patio doors were and sure enough, there she was. She was holding a bottle of Rosé wine and two glasses.
"Since my parents aren't here, shall we?" she said, indicating the wine.
"Won't they notice that it's missing?" I asked.
"No" she said, smiling "because it's not their's. My sister brought it over yesterday."
Lee's sister Vicky was five years older than her, and she was Lee's first and most frequent drinking buddy. And the best part was that Lee's parents were completely oblivious to it. I liked Vicky very much.
"Well, alright then" I said, and we went out into the back garden.
The hot sun was beating down hard making the concrete patio unbearable to stand on. I stepped off it onto the grass, and got nearer the inflatable pool to get a better look. It was not as big as I was expecting it be, it was quite shallow but looked like it could probably hold about six people.
Lee placed the bottle and glasses on a table placed next to the pool, before jumping in without hesitation. The force of her jump caused a wave which splashed my arm, I could feel that the water was quite cold.
"Holy shit!" Lee shouted "It's fucking cold. It's amazing."
I stepped in slowly, and the cold water was perfect. As I lowered my body into the water I immediately felt the need to pee. I knew it couldn't have been bad because I would have noticed before, and I wasn't about to get out any time soon.
Lee poured some wine into both glasses and handed one to me.
"Cheers" she said, raising her glass.
"Cheers indeed" I said, as we clinked out glasses together.
Predictably, Jason came down shortly after. We spent the next couple of hours catching up with each other, though on my part there was not much to tell. Jason came and went, he would spend a little while sitting on the patio furniture chatting to us, then disappear for a while, and then come back. I hadn't given too much thought as to what he was doing, I was enjoying myself too much.
However, after a couple of hours sitting in the cold water and after getting two glasses of Rosé inside me, my urge to pee became noticeably bigger. I decided it was time to go.
"Right" I said "I just need to go for a wee."
I put my glass down on the table, and stepped out of the pool onto the grass. Lee had placed a two towels on a garden chair next to the patio doors into the kitchen. I grabbed one and dried myself off a little bit before stepping into the house. I made my way up the stairs and when I reached the landing I saw that Jason's door was wide open. He was sitting in his room watching a video on his computer. We had the usual exchange of smiles before I went into the bathroom.
I closed and locked the door behind me, and immediately I noticed that the sound coming from his room had stopped. He had paused the video. I pulled my bikini bottoms down to my thighs, sat down on the toilet and started to pee. It was quite a gentle tinkle, but I knew Jason was listening carefully. For some reason he found the idea of me peeing quite sexy. I let the last few drops fall before I wiped, and dropped the toilet paper in. I pulled my bottoms back up and flushed the toilet. I then heard sound indicating that he had hit play on the video again.
While washing my hands, I heard Lee calling up the stairs.
"J, can you come down a sec?"
I heard his footsteps outside the door, and he yelled back from the top of the stairs.
"Yeah, what is it?"
"I just want a hand with this morning's washing up" she said "'Cause if mum and dad come home and it's not done we're both in trouble."
I heard him practically jump down the stairs. I'm not sure why, but in this moment I had a sudden desire to look in Jason's room. I suppose I wanted to find out if he was actually as creepy as I thought he was.
I came out of the bathroom and made my way across the landing. Jason's room was exactly as you would expect a teenage boy's room to be. The walls were a dark blue colour with posters and stickers stuck haphazardly all over them. There was a Guitar sitting at the end of the bed, and a cluttered dusk on the far side of the room on which his computer sat. Next to his computer was a small trunk that had two tiny drawers on the front of it. The right hand side one was open slightly. Curious, I opened the drawer and there was nothing but a single USB stick.
Knowing I didn't have long, I put the stick into the USB port of his computer and opened it up on file explorer. What I found was several pictures, most of which were of girls, and it was safe to say there was not much clothing involved. Several of the pictures were of friends of mine, taken from Facebook, but the vast majority of them were of me. There were a couple from my holiday in Turkey the previous summer, and quite a few from various house parties I had been to. It was quite un-nerving to see even though I knew I should have expected something like this. But there were other pictures on here that I was not expecting to see at all.
There were five screenshots of what were recognisably Facebook status updates, and the icons were only small but I could tell from the profile pictures that all them were from me. I was very interested to know what status updates could have been of interest to him, so I opened the first one:
10 minutes into this lesson and I already have to pee really bad
I clicked another:
On my way to Brighton and I desperately need a wee. we either have to stop soon or im gonna have a little accident lol xx
And another:
Im locked out and I have to pee. what do I do? :(
And another:
Teacher wont let me go to the toilet. she wont find it quite so funny when she has to mop up my piss lol xx
And finally, I opened the last one:
Do you ever have to pee so bad that when you finally do its like aaaaaah so good lol
Upon reading these, my first thought was that clearly I needed to stop over-sharing on Facebook. But that thought was immediately drowned out by the sudden disgusting feeling that I felt. Looking at these pictures knowing exactly what Jason did every time he looked at them made me feel sick. I felt dirty. Every time I peed in their house I was giving Jason something else to wank over.
At the same time as I realised this, I realised that even though I only went a few minutes ago, I already had to pee again. |
Ok, here is Chapter 2. This one was much harder to write than the first because, as Night Rain said, there's so many different ways it could go. I hope the way I have chosen prooves to be interesting.
Chapter 2: All For Him
I had several thoughts going round my head, so many that I stood in Jason's room for several minutes trying to process all of them. I wasn't sure why it was such a big deal, I always knew he had a weird obsession with me, but I never would have thought I had the leading role in his fucking wank-bank. Surely this was the difference between a weird obsession and stalking? But then again, everything here was shared publicly by me in the first place, making it all accessible to him. I'm sure if I were a fourteen year old boy and my older sister had a super hot friend like me then I would wanna pleasure myself to the image of her as well.
I figured I was just gonna have to be careful. But then, what was I meant to do? Hold my pee for the next several hours and then never come here again?
As soon as I realised how long I had been standing there I quickly started to put everything back where I found it. I was just in the process of adjusting the drawer on the trunk so that it was open slightly when I heard Lee calling up the stairs again.
"Sian?"
Lee's door was open, making it easy to make my escape. Acting quickly and quietly I snuck into Lee's room, sat down on her bed, grabbed her photo album from the top shelf of her bookcase and pretended to be looking at it.
"Sian?" she said, as she appeared in the doorway.
"Hey" I said, maintaining my neutral face. Lying was one of my many talents.
"Ah" she said, smiling "Feeling the nostalgia?"
"Yeah" I said "I do kinda miss school in a way. There are several people I'll be happy to never see again though."
"Unless they end up going to college with us" Lee said.
"Oh shit, I hadn't thought of that" I said "Wait. No, they probably won't. They're too thick for college."
"Don't say that yet" Lee said "For all you know we might be too thick for college."
"Who, us?" I said, laughing "Nah!"
I looked down at the random page I had opened the album on, and saw that it contained pictures of a party that Lee and I went to at our friend Shannon's house. I had seen a couple of these pictures just a few minutes ago in Jason's private collection. It was a surreal moment, but I still kept my neutral face.
I looked up at Lee, who was still standing in the doorway dancing on the spot slightly.
"Just wanted to ask" Lee said "Are you wanting to go back in the pool at all?"
"Nah, that's alright" I said "I've had enough for today."
"Cool" she said "Would you mind just coming to help me empty it and deflate it and everything?"
"Yeah, sure" I said.
"Thanks" Lee said "I just need to go for a piss first."
"Wait" I said, instinctively wanting to seize the opportunity "I need to go as well, let me come in with you."
"Shit" she said "You been up here all this time and you've still not been?"
"No, I have" I said "But, well, you know me."
"Yes I do" she said, smiling "You're the fucking piss queen. My mum still hasn't forgiven you for making her stop on the way back from Leicester."
"Yeah?" I said "Well, I really did have to go so it was either that or go all over the car seat, which I'm sure she wouldn't have appreciated."
"Yeah" Lee said "If you wanna come in the toilet with me can you please hurry up cause I'm absolutely fucking dying."
In the short walk from Lee's room to the bathroom I relived the memory of the trip back from Leicester. We had been to the theatre to see a show, her parents took us and Jason was with us as well. I had a coke during the interval and spent the whole second half needing to pee. When it got to the end of the show there was a massive queue for the toilets and we needed to leave because her mum had only paid for three hours parking.
I thought I could hold on, but an hour and a half into the journey I knew I wasn't gonna make it. I asked Lee's mum to stop in the next lay-by, which as it turns out was not all that soon. It was twenty minutes before we spotted one, by which time my bladder was throbbing and my legs were shaking. I couldn't even squeeze my legs together it hurt so much. The car had barely stopped moving before I had opened the door. I lifted my skirt, pulled my tights down and without even bothering to conceal myself from passing traffic I just sat on the edge of the car door and let go.
It was beyond relief. It was the most painful pee I've ever had, and probably the noisiest too. Imagine emptying a mop bucket over a balcony, and that will give you an idea of what it sounded like. Her parents, I could tell, were disgusted, but Lee was just trying not to laugh at me. I never saw what Jason's reaction was, but knowing what I now knew I figured he probably went home and had a bloody good session after that.
I cringed at the memory of it just as I sat down on the edge of the bath. I let Lee pee first as she said she really needed to go. I didn't have to go that bad but listening to her peeing made the urge slightly worse.
After we were done we went back outside to try and put the pool away. Jason, seeing that we were obviously struggling, came to give us a hand. We had such a laugh putting that thing away that I almost forgot about everything I had seen on his computer. He could be charming when he wanted to.
"Right" I said "I'm gonna go get changed into my normal clothes."
"Alright" Lee said "I'll be up to do the same in a minute."
I disappeared off to Lee's room, the door was still open and the photo album was lying on her bed also still open. I flicked to the end of the album and found the pictures from our last day of school. I smiled, remembering how emotional it had been. I then put the book back where I found it, grabbed my bag and headed for the bathroom. I almost collided with Lee in the doorway.
"It's alright" she said "You can get changed in here."
"What if Jason walks in?" I asked.
"He won't" she replied "I just sent him up the shop for some stuff. I deliberately sent him out so you could change. Seeing you naked would make his day, and I don't want him getting too happy."
She shut the door and we started to change in her bedroom.
"So he still hasn't confessed to you that he's crazy about me?" I asked.
"Oh come on" she said "He's the very definition of socially awkward. Plus, if he was gonna talk to someone about that it wouldn't be me. I'm only his sister after all."
At this point I really wanted to talk about what I'd seen on the USB stick, but I didn't want to humiliate Jason like that. Instead, I confessed something else to her.
"You know" I said "I sometimes put stuff on Facebook just to see if he'll like it."
This was true. I hadn't really even thought about it before, but there were several things I did that were mostly for Jason's benefit.
"You're such a fucking tease" Lee said, smiling.
"Yeah, but I'm a loveable tease" I said, smiling back.
In truth, she was right. I had been a bit of a tease, I had been able to make Jason crazy because I knew how to. And thinking about this made me change my perspective on the whole situation. I had learnt something new about him that day, something else that pushed his buttons. And by god, was I gonna tease him with that now too. |
Time for chapter 3!
Chapter 3: Let the Games Begin
Jason came home about half an hour later, opening and closing the front door loudly making his presence known.
"I'm home Valerie" he shouted up the stairs. Lee's family were the only people who she allowed to use her real name.
"There he is" Lee said "I better go and help the little bugger with the shopping."
"I'll come help" I said.
"There's not that much really" she said.
"He probably wants to see me, it's been, what, like a whole forty minutes?" I said.
"How tragic that he had to wait so long" Lee said, sarcastically.
Both of us, now fully dressed, went down to the kitchen to help put the shopping away. Lee was dressed in a plain black t-shirt and denim shorts, which seemed to be her default outfit these days.
"It's alright, it's done" Jason said when we offered to help "Was only a couple of bits."
He smiled at me, and I knew with this meant. He was trying to impress me with his generosity. This was my queue to give the appropriate response.
"Aww, we would have done it " I said "You went all the way to the shop, did the shopping and walked all the way back."
"No, it's fine" he said "Are you guys having more to drink?"
"Why, do you want some?" Lee said.
"No, I was just gonna make tea" Jason said "Thought you might like some."
He smiled at me again. I knew what he was doing this time. The tea doubled as a friendly gesture and a tool for filling up my bladder, the perfect device for getting me in his good books and possibly getting to see me desperate. I played along.
"I would love one actually" I said, giving him the biggest smile I could muster without making it look fake "Thanks J."
"Valerie?" he said "You want one?"
"Yeah, go on then" she said.
It was bizarre to think that there was this secret game going on between Jason and me, but Lee knew nothing about it and Jason didn't even know that I knew I was playing. As far as Lee was concerned, this tea was just tea. And that's what Jason thought I would think too.
Lee and me moved into the living room and sat down at the dining table, shortly followed by Jason who came out with three cups of tea. The tea itself was actually most welcome.
"Thanks J" I said, taking a sip.
"If you were staying the night and my folks weren't coming home later then I would have suggested we hit the drink again" Lee said "But if they came home and I was drunk I wouldn't be able to hide it from them."
"I wouldn't really want any more anyway" I said "You know what drink does to me."
"I don't think I've ever seen you drunk" Jason said, as if it were another secret desire of his.
"I don't really get that drunk" I said "But it does have an effect on me, like I've had two glasses of Rosé and I've been for a wee twice since then, and I already need to go again."
I sipped my tea again, trying to keep my famous neutral face while I examined Jason's facial reaction to this rather open statement I had just made.
"Oh wow" Lee said "We're on the subject of piss again."
I laughed, Jason seemed keen to get involved in the conversation.
"We were talking earlier about that time we had to stop the car so I could pee" I said to Jason "On the way back from the theatre."
"Oh, yeah" Jason said, I could sense many thoughts going through his head as he said this "How bad did you actually have to go? I was a bit concerned for you, you looked like you were really in pain."
"I was" I said "I had to go so bad. If I hadn't been in your parents car I would have just said fuck it and wet myself, but I since I like you both and don't want your parents to hate me I decided against it."
"Would you have made it, do you think?" Jason said "If we hadn't stopped?"
"I don't know" I said "If I managed to get home without peeing myself then I imagine the pain would have been unbearable. In fact, to be honest, I probably wouldn't have even bothered going in the house I would have just squatted behind the car on the driveway."
I could tell Jason was willing his penis not to get hard while I was telling him all this, yet he didn't want me to stop.
"Is that the worst you've ever had to go?" Jason asked.
"Yeah, definitely" I said "There was a couple of times in school, in lessons and exams and stuff, but I've never been that close to losing it."
"How long had you been holding for?" Lee asked.
"I dunno, like three hours" I said.
"That's not that bad" Lee said "You really had to go that bad after only three hours?"
"You think you could hold for longer?" I asked.
"I've held for way longer than that!" Lee said "In fact, how badly do you need a piss right now?"
"Ish" I said.
"Me too. " Lee said, looking up at the clock on the wall "I make it half past three now. How about we try and make and it make it til my parents get home at seven? Whoever wets first looses and has to give the winner twenty pounds. Deal?"
I looked over at Jason, who was not as skilled as I was at hiding his facial expressions. I had seen this expression on his face many a time, and I knew it only came when he was intensely excited about something.
I admit, I was not keen on the idea of taking part in this, as I was sure to loose and I didn't really fancy getting so desperate that it hurt, but as I looked over at Jason his enthusiasm was actually infectious. It didn't seem like he was even trying to hide his expression. As I enjoyed watching him squirm, I decided to let his eagerness sway me.
"Ok, you're on" I said "But to add to the challenge, we have to finish our tea and then straight after that we've gotta finish the Rosé."
"Done" she said, holding out her hand for me to shake it, which I did.
I couldn't shake the feeling that I had just made a terrible mistake, surely I knew that this could not end well for me? It was common knowledge among my friends, my family and anyone that knew me that I did not have a very big bladder. But I had always made it, not once had any of my desperate episodes ended in me wetting myself, and I suddenly wondered if I was still gonna be able to say that at the end of the night. What I did know was that Lee was now player three in this insane little game that me and Jason had started.
Edited December 5, 2015 by Dale Miller
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Time for chapter 4! Thanks so much to everyone that has said nice things about this story, I have enjoyed writing it a lot and have become quite attached to these two characters. I'm thinking I might do more with these two one day ;)
Anyway, enjoy
Chapter 4: My Finest Hour
An hour had passed since we finished the wine and I needed to pee pretty badly. Under normal circumstances I would have probably said I could last another hour at the most, so the fact that I still had over two hours to go made me feel sick. I was made to feel slightly better knowing that Lee seemed to be suffering just as much as I was.
"I may have over-estimated myself a little" she said as she held her legs together and bent down "I may not be so lucky after all."
"We can't back out now" I said.
"Well either of us can back out at any time" she said "but whoever does looses."
"We can do this" I said "We just have to concentrate on something else."
I wasn't sure I would be able to, but it was all I could think of. We decided to put on High School Musical (which is awful, but we both grew up with it and knew all words to all the songs, which helped a lot as it meant we could sing our way through it).
It didn't take our minds off it entirely, but we did manage to get through it. It was a very painful hour and a half and only got worse as it went on. Neither of us could sit still, we took to wondering around the room for most of it trying to find ways to comfort our bursting bladders. But at least it had killed plenty of time and seven o'clock was now just twenty minutes away.
Each minute seemed to last a lifetime, but we felt nearer to our goal than we had done all evening. Jason, I was surprised to find, disappeared just after we put the film on. I mean, I couldn't blame him for not wanting to listen to the musical, but I thought he would have wanted to stick around to see me holding. I'll admit, I was disappointed. I was doing all this for him after all.
18.50
Ten minutes to go, and my stomach gave an excited little jump. Every ten minutes for the past hour and a half I had thought about how I wasn't gonna be able to hold on much longer, how it felt like I was gonna burst any second. I was amazed I had made it this far, it would be criminal to back out now. But then I thought about the sweet sweet relief of sitting on the toilet and releasing this tidal wave that kept threatening to break through. I thought about the sound it would make when it hit the water, and how I would let out an orgasmic sigh when it happened. I had to stop because I very nearly leaked a little bit.
"Oh my god!" Lee shouted, as she was crouched down on the floor. Over the past hour we had both said "Oh my god" and "Fuck" more times than we could count. We kept trying to have conversations, but we couldn't exchange more than a couple of sentences before one of us would moan.
We both kept trying various positions to try and lessen the pain, but we were past that. Nothing we did could make us comfortable at this point.
"So, what happens after seven?" I asked.
"What?" Lee asked back.
"If we both make it to seven, then neither of us wins or loses, right?" I said.
"Ermm" she contemplated it for a second, cupping her hands tightly around her crotch and twisting her body "I hadn't really thought about it. Shit, we've both held this long we both deserve to be winners. How about, once it gets to seven, you go for the toilet, I'll piss in the bath, we call it a draw?"
"Deal" I said, jumping gently from one foot to the other, shaking my hands. For some reason, this seemed to help more than anything else.
18.55
Five minutes to go. Lee moved towards me and dramatically grabbed me by the shoulders.
"We're gonna make it babe" she said, breathlessly "We're gonna make it."
"Don't shake me!" I yelled.
"Sorry" she said, letting go of me.
We spent the last five minutes in silence.
19.00
The time had come. We had done it. Without speaking, we both moved as fast as we could towards the stairs. Jason was about to see me at my most desperate, in his eyes this was to be my finest hour. This was what I thought as we moved up the stairs, but as we approached the top we both noticed that something was wrong. The bathroom door was closed and we could hear that the shower was on.
"Oh shit" Lee said, as she dived for the door and tried to open it. It was locked.
"Oh for fuck sake!" I said.
"Jason!" Lee yelled as she hammered on the door "Let us in you fucking little prick!"
We heard no response from Jason, all we heard was the water from the shower hitting the surface of the bath, and that was not helping our situation one bit. I should have known. Of course Jason would pull something like this, but surely he would come out soon? Surely he would want to be there to witness, or at least listen to, the monster pee that I was about to give birth to.
"Fuck" Lee said "Ok, it'll have to be the back garden and quickly before my parents get home."
As I was in no position to argue, I silently agreed and followed her. We were half way down the stairs when we heard the sound we least wanted to hear; the key was turning in the door. We stopped in horror and looked at each other, almost in tears. The front door opened and Lee's parents walked in.
"We're home" shouted Lee's mum.
"Hey!" Lee shouted back, as she tried to act natural "Jason's in the shower. Sian's here."
"Sian?" her mum said "Which Sian?"
Her mum knew perfectly well which Sian it was. True, Lee and I did know another Sian, but I guessed that her mum was secretly hoping it was not me. It didn't matter, I was in too much pain to be offended.
"Sian Turner-Collins" Lee said.
It was at this point that we appeared at the bottom of the stairs, trying as hard as we could to stand up straight but it was not easy.
"Ah, hello Sian" her mum said "Will you be staying for dinner?"
"Actually" I looked over at Lee hoping she would understand the implications of what I was saying "I was thinking of getting back home now."
"Are you getting picked up?" her mum asked, as I hoped she would.
"I don't know" I said "I can ring my mum and ask."
"It's ok" she said "I can drop you home, it's no trouble. Let me just go and dump and my work bag."
"Ok" I said "Thanks so much Mrs Fuller."
Lee's parents disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Lee and me in the hall.
"Right" I whispered to Lee "Come with me when I get dropped off home, and then we can go in my bathroom. We only have to hold for another fifteen minutes."
"I don't know if I can" Lee said, she had actual tears in her eyes.
"You can" I said "We can."
"Alright I'll come" she said, holding the tears back "You know we both deserve way more than twenty quid for this!"
The journey home was especially painful as Lee's mum was driving and needing to pee had become a touchy subject in these conditions. We had to sit as still as we could, but it was not easy. My neutral face that I was usually so good at maintaining cracked a few times, and Lee's was entirely unconvincing.
We pulled up on my front drive and I gave an internal sigh of relief. Victory was close once again. Lee made some excuse to come inside for a bit and we hobbled our way to the front door (we could no longer run). I unlocked my front door and shouted hi to my mum as we came in, hoping that she wouldn't come out and engage us in conversation.
As we walked past the living room, however, she spotted us and had to come out and say hi. We were minutes away from exploding.
"Oh hey Lee" she said "How are you?"
Lee was no longer capable of hiding anything.
"Hey Mrs Turner-Collins" she said "I'm not staying, I've just come in 'cause we both really need the loo!"
"Ah ok" she said "Well, Sian's father's just gone in there, you'll have to wait a little while."
I felt my heart sink. I could feel Lee's do the same. We had been thwarted yet again. We hobbled up the stairs and sure enough, the bathroom door was closed. We stood outside the door, both of us bent over our bodies, legs pulled close together, holding our crotches tightly. We stayed silent for two minutes, just staring at each other, both of us fully aware of what was about to happen. Then Lee broke the silence.
"Oh!" she moaned, and it was unlike any moan I had heard yet tonight "I'm gonna piss myself and there's nothing I can do to stop it!"
"No!" I said "We can make it."
But even as I said it, I doubted myself. And mere seconds after I said it, I released I was right to doubt. I was peeing myself, and it was coming out faster than I could control.
"Oh, shit!" I said, as the dark patch on my yellow shorts became darker and darker. I knew if it ran down my legs onto the landing carpet I was finished, so I quickly ran to my room. I wouldn't be able to control the flow, so I thought I may as well finish it somewhere private.
I stepped over the threshold of my bedroom and ran into the centre of the room, leaving a trail on the cream carpet behind me. I was shortly followed by Lee, who I was pleased to see was also leaving a trail behind her. I had decided by this point to just accept what was happening and not even try and hold back. I stood there, fully clothed, and just let it all out. My shorts were soaked from front to back and a heavy stream of urine was gushing onto the floor all around me. It felt so good.
Lee was still holding herself, and droplets of urine were dripping from her denim shorts.
"I...I can't stop it" she cried.
"Then don't" I said "Just do it."
She hesitated for a second, breathing heavily. And then finally, she closed her eyes and released her stream onto the carpet as well. We finished off in silence, blissfully ignorant to anything going on outside that room at that time. If we weren't already so close, I would have said it was a bonding moment. Once we knew we were both finished, we smiled at each other.
"I say we still call it a draw" Lee said.
We laughed at the mess we had got ourselves into. Wetting myself was not as humiliating as I thought it would be, anyone else would have been highly embarrassed by the whole thing, but to us it had just been a fun game.
Luckily for Lee, I had a pair of denim shorts she could borrow to go home in, so I lent her them and a clean pair of knickers to change into. My curtains were closed, but were famously see-through. We had both spent so much time in here that it didn't bother us anymore.
"I won't come down and see you off 'cause, well..." I indicated the soggy shorts I was wearing.
"Alright" she said "Thanks for the shorts and uh, it was really fun today. We should do it again soon."
"Yeah, definitely" I said.
"Alright, I'll see you later" she said before running off.
You're probably thinking that I could have just changed my shorts and come downstairs to see her off, but there was still something I wanted to do. I took out my phone, and took a picture of myself making sure the wet shorts were in shot.
I opened up Facebook messenger and saw that Jason Fuller was online. Without hesitation and without second thoughts, I sent him the picture, followed by a message which simply read:
Didnt make it xx |
Ok then, here it is, Chapter 5!
Chapter 5: A Binding Contract
That summer ended up being a particularly eventful one. The day of the holding contest was a story interesting enough to tell, but what followed turned out to be even more interesting. Jason and I started chatting online a lot more after that, and I even managed to get him to confess his feelings for me, which me and Lee had both been trying to do for years. Of course, I had to make it clear that it couldn't happen, at least not yet. But being the tease that I am, I told him to wait a couple of years and see what happens. I imagine he started counting down the days as soon as I said that, but in truth, he didn't really need to. The next time we saw each other was two weeks later and this is where things between us became different.
Once again, I was sat in my stuffy bedroom one Wednesday afternoon when I got yet another Facebook message from Lee:
hey Sian
my sister's having her 22nd birthday party this saturday and she wants you to come. she said sam was gonna come and pick me and J up and if you wanna come he can pick you up as well.
I replied:
its at her house?
Lee replied:
yeah. parents aren't there so we can drink :D
A party at Vicky's house was sure to be an absolute blast. Vicky always let us get as drunk as we wanted, in fact it was her who taught us how to drink in the first place. Plus, me and Jason together at a party was something that had not happened before (well, except maybe that birthday party I had when I was ten and he was eight). My reply was immediate:
yeah alright ill see you saturday then xx
Saturday rolled around and I was so excited that I ended up basically telling my parents everything about what was likely to happen. I think they were beyond caring at this point, they'd seen me come home wasted too many times to be surprised any more.
Vicky's boyfriend Sam was coming to pick me up at five so I started getting ready at about three. I never much cared for Sam , but I was willing to put up with him for a car journey at least. It was half an hour before he was due to pick me up and I had attempted to look my best, even though it didn't really matter as I was planning on getting so pissed that I wouldn't care what I looked like.
My outfit of choice included a silver tank-top, a zebra-print skirt and my favourite pair of white heels. I threw my crochet white cardigan on top in case I needed to keep warm. I packed my over-night stuff into the same draw-string bag I used the last time I had gone to see Lee, and went to wait downstairs for them to arrive.
The doorbell rang just after five, and with a very quick goodbye to my folks I went to the door. Sam 's car was half pulled up on the driveway behind my Dad's car and he was still in the vehicle with the engine running. Lee and Jason had both come to the door to fetch me.
"Hello!" I yelled as I hugged Lee and then Jason, who seemed very surprised as I had never hugged him before. He turned a shade of red that I had seen on him countless times. I closed the door behind me as we all walked to the car.
"We" Lee said, with a pause "Are gonna have fun tonight. All of us."
"Val wants me to get drunk at this party" Jason said, rolling his eyes.
"You should!" I said "Have you ever been drunk?"
"No" he said "I've never even had alcohol."
"Well, tonight will be a great place to start" I said.
"Yeah" Lee said "You'll be surrounded by irresponsible adults. Perfect."
Lee got in the front passenger seat of the car and me and Jason sat in the back. Me and Sam exchanged hellos which was about as much conversation as I wished to have with him. I had never seen Jason look so smart as he looked that night, he had a long-sleeved shirt on which was tucked into his trousers and he actually had a belt on for a change. Lee was wearing her usual outfit of black top with denim shorts (they were the denim shorts I leant her). She leaned over from the front seat to look at me.
"Sian" she said.
"Yeah?" I replied.
"Want one?" she asked, holding a bottle of beer.
"Yeah, alright" I said.
She cracked two open and passed one over to me.
"This is my second one already" she said "Vicky left us loads to drink in the car on the way here, she wanted me to try and persuade J to drink some but he refuses, which means sadly we have to try and drink it all."
And it seemed like she really meant it. By the time we arrived at Vicky's, I had finished my second and she was already on her third. Vicky greeted us when we got out of the car. She hugged each of us individually, I always enjoyed getting hugs from Vicky because she always smelled so good. Out of the three Fuller children she was the only one I would describe as being skinny. She was closer to Jason in height, and her hair was a much darker shade of blonde than the other two, but her facial features were more or less the same as her younger siblings.
"Can I get you guys a drink of something?" she asked.
"I've still got this" Lee said, holding up her half-empty bottle of beer "I will have something else in a minute, but first things first, I need a piss."
And with that she disappeared inside the house, stumbling slightly as she went. Actually, I needed to go as well but was willing to hold a bit longer.
"Sian?" Vicky said "Drink of something?"
"You got Red Bull?" I asked.
"Yeah" she said "Vodka and Red Bull?"
"Please" I said.
"And Jason?" she said, raising her eyebrows.
"Do I have to drink?" he asked.
"Oh come on" Vicky said "If you don't drink people will think you're not related to us."
"Alright" he said, rolling his eyes again "I'll have a Vodka and Red Bull as well."
Vicky smiled at him and went inside the house.
"That's my boy" I said.
"I'm only doing this to shut her up" Jason said.
"You'll love it" I said.
A few people were standing around outside the house, none of whom I recognised, I guess they were all Vicky's friends. I had been to this house many times and it never failed to amaze me how big it was. Sam came from a very rich family, which was part of the reason I didn't really like him. Was it partly jealousy? Well, yes. I have no shame in admitting that. I suspect Vicky was mostly with him for the money, she could be quite shallow. But I love Vicky, she's always been like the older sister that I never had.
Jason and me waited about for a bit before finding a bench to sit on next to the front door. There were a few people out here but most people seemed to be inside. A few minutes later, Lee returned with all our drinks. She had finished her beer and was already starting on the wine. She handed us our drinks and came and sat down with us.
"Hey, guess who's here" she said.
"Not Dean?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer. I had a feeling he would be here.
"Yep" she said.
"Wanker" I said "Well, we can just avoid him."
"Well, I was more thinking we could kick the shit out of him" Lee said.
We had good reason to want to kick him. We had both dated him in school, and I sorta started dating him right after he dumped Lee. It nearly destroyed our friendship. Then he cheated on me with our friend Natalie and we re-bonded over our mutual hatred of him.
"No!" Lee said mid-sip, causing her to nearly choke "I've got a better idea. Let's fill the bath up and drown the fucker!"
"Hmmm" I pondered "Somehow I don't think Vicky would be too happy if we murdered her boyfriend's little brother at her house party."
Yes, that was the probably the strangest part of that whole story, Dean was Sam's younger brother. If it had worked out long term between Lee and Dean there would have been some very interesting family reunions.
The party turned out to be quite uncomfortable for Jason and me at first, as we seemed to be the only ones who didn't really know anybody. Lee and Vicky drank together quite a lot so it made sense that she would know most of Vicky's friends. Jason and me spent much of the whole evening sitting on the bench together. He was getting slightly tipsy, I was getting pretty drunk as well, but no one was as bad as Lee who seemed to be way past drunk by about ten o'clock.
She stumbled over to us and stopped, swaying on the spot.
"Bitches!" she shouted "I think...J? Bro? Are you drinking alcohol?"
"Err, yeah" he said "You only just noticed?"
"Err, excuse me" she said "In case you haven't noticed I'm a little bit pissed. But good for you bro, good for you. Anyway I came over for a reason, which I've now forgotten."
"It's alright" I said "I'm gonna go get another drink."
"Drink!" she shouted "That was it. Games. They're gonna play some drinking games. You should come in and play with us. In a non-sexual way."
"Nah" I said "Not really into drinking games, I'll just stick to normal drinking thanks. You want another drink J?"
"Yeah, alright" he said "But I'm only having one more, I feel a bit weird."
I followed Lee into the house and made us some more drinks. Standing in the kitchen I realised I still hadn't peed. I needed to go really badly, but I could hold it for a bit longer.
I returned with drinks and sat down next to Jason again.
"So is there anyone here you know?" I asked him "Apart from the obvious."
"No" he said, taking his drink "Just you guys and obviously Sam and Dean."
"Dean" I said "Arsehole. You know, anyone that comes between me Lee deserves to die. There. I've said it. He deserves to die."
"Too right" Jason said "I mean, he hurt my sister so I'm kinda obligated to hate him anyway. But he hurt you as well. And those are two people you don't wanna mess with!"
"Absolutely" I said "You know in our day, we ruled the world, me and your sis. We ruled the fucking world. Everyone at school respected us, but they feared us. Then a dickhead like Dean comes along and ruins us."
"You know what he is?" Jason says "He's a villain. He's worse than Voldemort, worse than Vader, worse than...help me out here."
"Hitler?"
"Hitler!" he agreed "Dean is worse than Hitler for ever crossing you."
"Exactly" I said "He deserves to be killed."
"Right!"
After that rather alarming conversation we realised how drunk we were, but we kept drinking anyway.
"You'll always be queen to me" he said out of nowhere.
"Aww, J" I said "You're so sweet. Really. You're adorable."
I stroked his arm the way I always did, but my hand lingered for a little bit longer. In his drunken state, he smiled at me. It was a touching moment, that was brought to a sudden halt as I had finished my drink and my bladder was now screaming for relief.
"Ok" I said "I'd love to keep chatting with you but I need a wee really bad. I'll be back in a minute."
I left Jason sitting on his own while I went inside the house. I ran up the stairs holding my legs together. As I approached the bathroom door, I saw Vicky coming out.
"You can't go in there at the minute babe" she said "Lee's throwing up."
"Ah shit" I said, holding myself again "Is there anywhere else I can pee?"
"Just pee outside" she said "That's what everyone else is doing."
I turned on the spot and made my way downstairs again. If I was gonna pee outside, I might as well tell Jason. He'd find out whether I told him or not, I might as well offer him the opportunity to catch the whole show.
"Change of plan" I said, as he looked up at me "Gonna go out back and pee behind the shed. Wanna come and be my look-out?"
"Yeah!" he said, dropping his voice as soon as he realised how excited he sounded "I mean, yeah sure, whatever."
I smiled and grabbed his arm, letting him escort me into the back garden. Much to my surprise and to Jason's delight, a young women about Vicky's age was already behind the shed, standing mid-stream with her legs open and her knickers down.
"Oh!" I said "Sorry. I've come to do the same thing as you."
"Ah, right" she said "I won't be long."
She tried to start a conversation with us while she was peeing, which was basically pointless as Jason was fixated on her stream and I was concentrating on not spilling the contents of my own bladder. Her stream slowed down and then stopped. She pulled her knickers back up and wished us good night as she found her way back to the party.
"Right, you're my look-out remember" I said to Jason, patting him on the shoulder "so no peaking!"
He positioned himself so that he could see who was approaching, but could conveniently also see me in his peripheral vision.
I lifted my skirt right up and pulled my black panties down, exposing my bare backside and genitalia to the chilly night air. The pee felt wonderful as I had needed to go all night. I half watched Jason to see what his reaction was, and half kept my eye on my pee as to make sure I didn't get any on my shoes.
"You done?" Jason asked, clearly noticing that I had stopped.
"Yeah" I said "Just letting the last few drops go."
When I was finally dry, I pulled my knickers back up, and saw Jason admiring the puddle I had left on the concrete.
"Thanks J" I said, grabbing his arm again as we made our way back to our bench "Another drink?"
"Oh, go on then" he said "I'm guessing that what I'm feeling is drunk so..."
And with that I went inside and made us both another Vodka and Red Bull. I'd lost count of how many I had consumed so far that evening. I returned to the bench once more and we continued to get even more drunk.
A little while later, Vicky came out to see with us for the first time. I suddenly felt bad as it was her party and I'd not spent that much time with her or even wished her a happy birthday.
"You two alright?" she asked.
"Yeah" Jason laughed "Drunk."
"I thought as much" she said.
"Happy Birthday by the way" I blurted out.
"Thanks" she said "And thanks for coming it's really nice to see you both."
"Yeah" I said "We should do it more often."
"I think Lee got a bit too excited" she said "She's never had that much to drink before."
"How is she?" I asked.
"Asleep now" she said "I put her to bed."
By this point I was at that drunk stage where the alcohol does the talking for you, which explains what I said next.
"Vix" I said "I'm gonna ask you something weird."
"I'm sure you are" she said.
"Can I kiss your brother?"
There was a pause where all three of us had to process what had just been said.
"What?" Vicky said.
"It's just..." I started to say "He really likes me, and he's been super sweet to me tonight and I just think he deserves it."
"Ermm" she hesitated "Sure, I guess."
That was all the permission I needed. I turned to Jason and put my arms around his shoulders.
"Thanks for tonight, J" I said "You really are a sweet kid."
And what should have been a peck on the lips, quickly turned into an intense make-out session. I sat on his lap as we kissed passionately, Vicky looking on with a mixture of pride and revulsion. I let go of him and our eyes met. Neither of us were quite sure why I had just done that, but somehow it felt like the whole evening had been leading to this moment.
"Oh, wow" I said, as I got down from his lap and sat back down on the bench "I am very drunk."
"I'll say" Jason said "Not that it was bad!"
"You're sweet" I chuckled "But I think I am ready to call this a night. I'm gonna go find Lee and go to bed."
I reached over and kissed him on the cheek. I said goodnight to Vicky and went up to the spare room where Lee was fast asleep on the double bed. I removed my shoes, my cardigan, my top and my skirt and took out my pyjamas with the intention of putting them on. I got as far as removing my bra before I fell down onto the bed with the dizziness. With much effort, I managed to get my pyjama top on. Deciding the bottoms seemed too much like hard work, I crawled into bed next to Lee.
I regretted the kiss slightly, and even in my drunken state I knew I would regret it even more in the morning. But in truth, it wasn't bad. I thought about how Jason would be a great catch for someone when he got older. I then remembered that I had told him I would think about dating him when he was a bit older. Had the kiss we shared been a binding contract, sealing the deal on their potential relationship? Or had it just been me being very drunk and not sure of what I was doing? I fell asleep hoping that I would have a clear answer in the morning. |
Chapter 6 is ready. There's no actual peeing or wetting in this chapter, only mentions of it. This is purely just to move the story forward and chapter 7 will be much more interesting, I promise you. I hope you still enjoy it for what it is
Chapter 6: The Second Night
I expected to feel like shit when I woke up next to a snoring Lee the next morning, so that came as no surprise. But I had expected to wake up feeling completely awful about the kiss, which I surprisingly didn't. I still felt the way I had the night before, that Jason had earned it and that, as far as kisses go, it was pretty good.
I wasn't sure exactly how to approach the subject the next day. Everyone had gone home except us three, but then again it seemed like either no one else cared or they simply didn't know. The three people I was most nervous about speaking to were all still there.
Thankfully, the awkwardness I expected to encounter was virtually non-existent. Jason and me talked about it briefly and concluded that it was just something that needed to happen between us. The fact that he was so cool about it made him go up in my estimations even more. Vicky was a sweetheart and didn't even bring it up, she just treated both of us the same as she normally would; with kindness. Lee had missed the whole thing on account of being unconscious, but I felt it best to tell her as she was gonna find out anyway and I thought she'd prefer to hear it from me. She pretty much saw it as a victory on her brother's part, god bless her.
Our lives continued as normal, Lee and myself started college, my friendship with Jason remained as strong as ever, and it was a whole year before the subject of 'Jason and me' came up again.
Lee and myself were now seventeen, a year older but not all that much more mature, even after a whole year of college. Travel and Tourism was what I decided to study, as it had always been a desire of mine to travel a lot more. Lee pretty much just picked the same subject as me so we could be in class together, but she seemed to develop a keen interest in the subject. Towards the end of the year she kept insisting that we do more travelling together, she was learning to drive and I would be soon as well. But she also pointed out to me how silly it was that we had been friends for so long and had not even been on holiday together. And before I knew it, we were booked into a four star hotel in Crete.
We arrived at the resort on a gorgeous Monday afternoon, the two of us along with two good friends of ours who, interestingly, had never met before. The first was Shannon Verne, we had known her since we were eleven, she was short, with perfectly straight black hair and enormous brown eyes. She was also just about the dumbest person we knew, which made her very easy to be friends with. The second was Grace Cole whom we had only known since we started college, but she was delightfully intelligent and also stunningly beautiful. She had a perfect figure, chestnut brown curly hair and a wide smile. My suspicions about Lee being gay were only increased when I saw the way she behaved around Grace. It wasn't too long after this that Lee finally came out.
We were booked into the hotel for seven nights, and we had decided amongst ourselves that we were only allowed to get drunk on three of those nights. Actually, it was Grace's idea and the rest of us agreed, even Lee who ordinarily would have dismissed the idea. Had it been anyone but Grace that suggested it, I think she would have.
The second night ended up being one of the drunk nights, and believe it or not Lee was actually pretty tame that night. Shannon, on the other hand, drank way too much and ended up passed out somewhere on site, only to reappear the next morning. Grace, being a bit of a light-weight, went to bed quite early, leaving the two of us alone with our drunken thoughts. Surprisingly, this was not something that happened too often. It was here on the balcony of our room that the subject of Jason came up mid-conversation.
"You know, it's weird" Lee said.
"It is?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"What is?"
"When we were younger" she started to say "You were around a lot and Jason was just a kid. Now you're both kinda grown up and, it's weird how things are between you now."
"And how are things between us?" I asked.
"Well, he's crazy about you" she said "More so since you kissed him last summer. And now he knows that you know it, I think he's basically just waiting for your word."
"You know I can't" I said "I mean, not for any other reason but that he's only fifteen."
"Right" she said "But what you just said, basically, is that if he were older you would consider it. Which more or less means he does have your word."
"Sort of" I said "But he already knows all this, because I've told him."
"I think there might be a way to make this simple" Lee said, putting her drink down and moving closer to me "Yes or no, do you like Jason?"
"If he were older..." I started to say, before Lee interrupted me.
"Forget that. Regardless of all that, yes or no, do you like Jason?"
"Yes" I said it without evening thinking. It was as if I were realising it the moment the word passed my lips, but at the same time it felt liberating to get it off my chest.
"Yes" I repeated "God, I do. And I know it might sound crazy but, no one else has ever shown me love the way he has. The way he looks at me, the way he hangs on my every word when I speak. My every being fills his heart, and any heart that's big enough to fit all that must be worth it."
"Yep" Lee said, with a grin on her face "That confirms it. You just slipped metaphorical hearts into casual conversation. I knew you liked him, I just wanted to hear it from you."
"So you're not mad?" I asked.
"Hell no" she said "Fuck, I want what's best for my brother. And that's you babe. Just fyi though, once you too start getting physical in the bedroom you'll probably have to piss on him."
"What?" I whispered, as I slowly began to wonder if Lee had fully understood what she just said.
"The kid's not very careful about hiding what he does in his bedroom" she said "I walked on him once and he was getting himself off to a video of some chick wetting off a boat. Plus, before he figured out how to delete his search history, the letter 'p' on Google search came up with every variation of pee or piss you can think of. He's got some kind of fetish for it."
"I know" I said, as I prepared to talk about the other thing that I had been wanting to get off my chest for a long time "I found his USB stick with all his pictures on it. He took a screenshot of every status of mine where I said I had to pee."
"Little fucker" Lee said "I wish you'd told me that, that's creepy as fuck. Don't you think that's just weird?"
"I guess" I said, which even then I was still unsure of "But, I mean, he's a teenager, he'll get over that. Plus, if that's what he's into, then so be it."
"When did you find that out?" she asked.
"That day we did the pee holding contest"
"Oh shit, that was my idea. I bet he just loved that."
"I sent him a picture of my wet patch after you left."
"You absolute fucking tease!"
"I let him watch me pee at Vicky's party last year as well."
"Well" she said, sipping on her drink "At least you seem to be playing the game right."
"I could probably get into it" I said "If that was what he wanted to do."
Lee put her drink down again, and held my hand gently.
"I know it hasn't technically happened yet, but..." she said "I'm so happy that my little brother and my best friend, two people I love very much, are destined to be together. It's so beautiful."
She hugged me, and I hugged her back tightly. When I let go of her, I saw that she had tears in her eyes.
"Would you still be saying this if you weren't drunk?" I asked.
"Fuck knows."
And that was it. I had confessed my feelings for Jason to Lee, and more importantly, to myself. I guess I just had to wait for the perfect time to confess them to Jason himself. |
Chapter 7 is here and I have to warn you, there's some fairly graphic sexual content in this one so if you're not into that I strongly advise giving this chapter a miss (hopefully that doesn't give too much away ). Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 7: The Bathroom Floor
September came and we were back at college for our second year. I knew the coming months were going to be crucial, and my education was only a small part of that. Yes, this would be the year I would have to decide what I wanted to do next. I knew that I wanted to go to University, and I was gonna have to really study hard in order to achieve that, but unfortunately that was not my priority. It should have been, and indeed I did spend any spare moment that I had doing college work, but all the while I was thinking about Jason and how very soon he would be turning sixteen.
Opening up about my feelings somehow made them amplify, and no matter how much I tried to tell myself it was wrong, I thought about him every day and every night, and every time I did my stomach did an excited kind of jump, the kind of excited jump I imagine you would get if you went skydiving. The only thing I could do was focus on him turning sixteen. That would make things ok, and the possibility that something might blossom between us would no longer be out of the question.
Lee was a massive help. Her grandparents bought her a car for her eighteenth birthday, and shortly after that she passed her driving test. The whole world suddenly seemed like an un-discovered land just waiting to be discovered, and we started going places we'd never been just for the fun of it. We were even talking about a road trip. But more importantly, Lee was not only ok with the idea of me and Jason getting together, she seemed absolutely determined to make it happen.
Wherever we went, Jason would come with us. Often we would go out for lunch, or go shopping and it was not uncommon for Lee to disappear off on her own leaving the two of us alone. Neither of us were complaining about this, of course. It was almost like we already dating, the frustrating part being that couldn't actually do anything.
Then it happened. The following April, Jason turned sixteen. At first, it seemed eerie that his birthday came and went with little to no celebration. I wished him a happy birthday, of course, and when I saw Lee at college that morning we had an excited little sing and dance about it. But there was no talk of going out anywhere to celebrate, I didn't even get to see him. It wasn't until she dropped me off at home after college on the Friday of that week that she brought the subject up.
"Oh by the way" she said, just as I was getting out of her car "Do you wanna come over Vicky's tomorrow night?"
"She having another party?" I asked.
"Just a little get together for J's sixteenth."
I knew Lee too well to not know what she was doing. She had planned this whole thing, and I knew for a fact that this was less about Jason's birthday and more about me and him getting together. I had no problem with this plan whatsoever.
"Oh right" I said "Of course then. Sixteen's a big one."
"Well, that's for you to find out eh?" she said, winking.
"Like you would know what a big one looks like."
"Hey, just because I'm not partial to male anatomy doesn't mean I don't posses knowledge of it."
"Ok" I said "Now you've made me think about your brother's penis, I'm going inside and I will see you tomorrow."
I lay in bed that night thinking with pride about how far we had come. I thought about those two little girls who met in Primary school and the blonde girl's annoying little brother. I thought about everything those two little girls had gone through together. They were the most popular girls in their year, they had their own gang. And then they moved up into Secondary school, where their popularity declined. But they stuck together. That was, until, they shared the same first boyfriend. Then they fell out and didn't speak to each other for months. But once they both realised how bad said boy was, they rekindled their friendship, and vowed that nothing would break them ever again.
And here they were; the blonde girl, now eighteen, was an out Lesbian and her best friend, now seventeen, was about to start a romantic relationship with the formerly-annoying and currently-charming little brother, now sixteen.
I fell asleep thinking longingly of the next day. I was woken, as I often was, by the sunlight shining through the thin curtains (I've no idea why I never replaced those bloody curtains). I started getting ready earlier than I needed to as I got bored of sitting around waiting for the evening to come. My parents fed me a huge meal as they insisted that I needed to line my stomach if I was gonna be getting drunk again. I'm not sure if I should be glad that my parents were so thoughtful, or worried that they were so ok with my underage drinking.
Anyway, finally Lee pulled up outside my house with Jason in the front passenger seat. I hopped in the back. With Lee behind the wheel, it was Jason and me drinking the beer Vicky had left us this time. We pulled up outside Vicky's house and predictably a full scale party was going on already.
"Surprise" Lee said, as we got out of the car.
"Actually, it's not" I said "I knew you were planning something like this."
"Ah, well" she said "I should have known you'd have me figured out."
"Not that I don't...I mean, Jason doesn't appreciate it, right J?"
"Wow Val, you actually planned all this for me?" he said "I'm impressed."
"Now come on" Lee said "Give your sister a kiss and say thank you."
"Val...please" he said.
"Come one, I'm your sister and you love me" she said, leaning forward.
Begrudgingly, Jason kissed Lee on the cheek, and I couldn't help but fall in love with him as he did it.
"Right" Lee said "Let's go and find the other sister and you can do the same to her. We'll get some drinks while we're inside, Vodka and Red Bull is it Sian?"
"Please" I said, as she dragged Jason into the house, and I resumed my position on what was now basically our bench. I already needed to pee at this point. Jason returned a little while later with drinks for both of us.
"Well, that's it" he said, handing me my drink "I've now kissed two girls at this party, neither of which are the one I wanted to kiss tonight."
"Well" I said, holding my drink up "Let's get a few of these down us and we'll see how it goes."
"How did you know I meant you?" he asked.
"Because, I'm irresistible and you know it!"
The next few hours need little explanation, Lee left us alone to get drunk together, all the while she was getting rather intoxicated herself. We laughed, we talked, my need to pee got stronger and stronger as I willed myself to hold on, and as we got more alcohol inside us the conversations began to get a little bit more personal.
"I remember a baking hot summers day two years ago" I said "You remember the one?"
"Where you and Valerie wet yourselves?" he asked.
"That's the one" I said "And, as I understand it, that's what turns you on, isn't it?"
"Well..." Jason said, as his face started to turn red "it's like, I dunno, I'm into lots of things..."
"And peeing is one of them" I said "I know J, you don't have to pretend, and you don't have to be ashamed. I know all about your fetish, I've read up on it and I know how common it is."
There was a pause, during which the colour of Jason's face returned to normal. He took a deep breath in and closed his eyes, as if memorizing the script he had written a long time ago in case he were ever faced with having to admit this to someone.
"It started when I was young" he said "I was about six years old and I was in school. A girl in my class wet herself during a morning assembly. She had been asking the teacher all morning if she could go, but the teacher kept telling her no. She kept fidgeting, and holding onto herself, trying to hold it in. And then we all stood up to sing a hymn and she suddenly stopped, and there was a puddle on the floor around her. I was too young, obviously, to comprehend the idea of sexual pleasures, but it was the first time I had ever thought about what a girl's body parts might be like, or how they might work. That thought stayed with me my whole life.
And then the teenage years hit me and suddenly I began to associate that memory with my own sexual desires. And that's when I discovered that the internet was full of pictures and videos and stories, all about girls peeing or wetting themselves. And then, of course, there was you. I felt like I had struck gold when I discovered that my sister happened to make friends with a girl who was never shy about her own bladder, always announcing out loud whenever she had to pee and was never ashamed to just drop down and pee wherever she could. My love for you and my fetish, however strange it might be, are tied together."
I took his hand and held it gently with both of mine. I could see in his eyes that he was holding back tears.
"Wow" he said "Sorry. Didn't mean to unload several year's worth of un-told feelings on you."
"I'm glad you did" I said "I've known for years, I found all the pictures of me that you saved. And I'll admit, it was weird to see. I thought maybe you were disturbed. But that all changed. Because you are a the sweetest and kindest boy I have ever known. So, who cares if you wanna watch me pee? If you think it's sexy then fuck it, it must be sexy."
He laughed as he gave a sigh of relief. If I were to put a finger on the moment our relationship began, it was that moment. And it was in that same moment that an idea popped into my head. An idea that had been poking around in my brain for a while but had come back when it sensed the presence of alcohol.
"We should try something" I said.
"Like what?" he asked.
"I don't know, I don't really know how these things work. All I know is that I really have to pee and I don't wanna waste it. Come on"
I grabbed his hand as we went inside the house. Lee was stumbling towards us in the hallway.
"Babe" she said as she put her arms around me "I just made out with some girl in the kitchen. I think I'm in love."
"That's wonderful" I said, pushing her away "But J and me are going upstairs."
Her eyes became wide and so did her smile. She had her arms around me again, before quickly letting go.
"I should let you two get on" she said "J, check your back pocket I put something in there for you."
I looked over at Jason who was reaching round to his back pocket. He and Lee shared a silent exchange in which he acknowledged whatever it was and silently thanked her.
We ran upstairs into the bathroom (which was free, for a change) and locked the door behind us.
Knowing that something like this was going to happen I had dressed for the occasion and worn jeans, which were quite tight and were pressing on my very full bladder. I had also worn flats with no socks just in case my feet ended up getting wet. You can't say I wasn't prepared.
"So what do you want me to do?" I asked "We're alone, I'm desperate, what's it gonna be? I can wet myself if you want, I feel like I'm about to anyway."
"Well, I need to pee as well" he said "So, maybe we can pee together? Like, at the same time?"
I could tell he was trying to sound confident but was trying to awkwardly hide his nervousness. I looked at the crotch of his jeans and could see that he was hard.
"Like, what?" I asked "In the bath? It'll probably be the easiest way."
"I was more thinking..." he started to say "Like, maybe, erm...you sit down on the toilet and pee. And I pee between your legs."
I admired his bravery. I felt like this was the thing he had been fantasizing about for years.
"How's your aim?" I asked.
"Average" he said.
"How about when you're hard?"
"Less than average."
"Ok" I said "Well, let's hurry up try it otherwise it's all gonna run down my legs and it'll be too late."
I pulled my jeans and knickers down and sat on the toilet seat. I did not feel even slightly embarrassed about Jason seeing me naked from the waist dowm. Jason nervously undid his belt, un-buttoned his jeans and pulled his fly down while stood in front of me. I could tell he was nervous as his hands were shaking. It was frustrating having to wait for him as I was sat on the toilet ready to pee, my bladder fit to burst, but I was not allowed to go yet.
"Promise you won't judge me" he said.
"I'm not gonna fucking judge you" I said "Just hurry up, I'm bursting!"
And with that, he reached inside his boxers and pulled his penis out. It was semi-hard and I knew and I could tell it was taking all his will-power to not get fully erect.
"So, do we start at the same time?" I asked.
"I guess so" he said "maybe it's better if you start, you're better at peeing in front of other people."
And so I did, I let go and at first it felt wonderful, but I could see that he was not peeing.
"Stop" he said, after just a few seconds "I can't go."
I tried to stop the flow, but I couldn't. I managed to slow it down, but it was still trickling out.
"J, I can't stop" I said "How about, I close my eyes, and you close yours. Just listen to the sound of my pee and you should be able to let go."
And with that, we carried on. Ultimately, it was a bit of a disaster. We both let go with an almighty force, and I think at one point our streams crossed, but mostly Jason couldn't actually see what he was doing and ended up peeing all over me. Probably not quite how he had always imagined it, but at least we had tried it.
By the time we had both finished and got over the shock of what we had just done, we had a little laugh about it. I definitely felt excited, ready to try out other ways of peeing together. I was beginning to see why Jason was so into it.
"By the way" I said "What was it that Lee put in your back pocket?"
Without speaking, Jason reached into the pocket and pulled out a clenched fist with the item inside it. He held it up in the air so I could see. It was a single wrapped condom. It was right there and then, on the floor of that locked bathroom, that we had sex for the first time.
Jason was really good considering it was his first time. His stamina was incredible but he was also passionate. We ignored every single knock on the door, every yell from outside. Everything that mattered in that moment was happening right here inside this room. Our lives became one long story. It started with those two little girls and the blonde girl's annoying little brother, and here they were in the climax. But it was not the end of the story, but the beginning of another chapter. |
Chapter 8, the third and final chapter of this story, is done and ready to go. Thanks so much to those who have left feedback, I have really enjoyed writing this story and working with these characters. I'm going to miss them very much. Here we go then, Chapter 8.
Chapter 8: Trust Your Senses
In many ways my relationship with Jason was badly timed. It was, unfortunately, always going to be that way, he happened to be the right age just as I was preparing to go off to University, where our relationship would become long-distance. The few months that we did have together were some of the happiest of my life. To be in a relationship with someone who made me feel good about myself was a new experience, as was being in a relationship that didn't cause a rift between me and my most treasured friend. It all felt new and exciting, but at the same time felt entirely right, as if we had both known for a long time that we were meant to be together.
My first year of university was exactly as you would expect it to have been, the distance between Jason and me did make things difficult, and I missed both him and Lee very much, but we stayed in contact with each other and made it work. Lee herself had managed to get into her university of choice, and Jason was now at the same college that Lee and me had studied at. But the next significant chapter of the story occurred much later; the summer after my first year.
Jason and me were sat in the back of Lee's car as she was driving. In the back were some very basic camping supplies.
"So, we're still agreed that this is a crazy idea, right?" I said.
"Well, yeah" Lee said "But we used to do crazy spontaneous stuff all the time."
"True" I said "Never quite this crazy. I mean, do any of us even know how to put up a tent?"
"That's all part of the fun of it" she said.
"Ok" I said "And what about the fact that we have no idea where we're going, whether we're allowed to camp there when we find it, or whether or not it's safe?"
"See above comment" she said.
"Well, if we do run into any trouble, we've got a big manly man to look after us" Jason said "And by that I mean Val."
"You're a big manly man" I said "Well, you're more of a man than I am at least."
"Thanks" Jason said "Makes me feel nice and secure."
"I think she might have been talking about your cock, J" Lee suddenly said from the front.
"You know, for someone who's supposed to be gay you seem to talk about cock more than the average straight woman!" Jason said.
"I've noticed that" I said "And you seem to be more interested in our sex life than we are!"
It took me a moment to realise the implications of what I had just said. Lee, having no shame, laughed hysterically. Jason gave me the most insulted look I had ever seen, and I just sat that turning red and wishing I could float away into nothingness.
The conversation remained dead for a few minutes while the stench of my offensive comment hung in the air. Lee broke the silence as if the comment had never happened.
"Well, I'm just glad you two have got your own tent" she said "I don't wanna be kept up all night by you guys fucking or whatever it is you get up to!"
"Well that settles it" I said, trying to break the awkwardness "We'll just have to be as loud as possible!"
"Deal" Jason said, forcing a smile and kissing me.
After that the conversation seemed to return to normal for a while. After driving for about two hours, Lee stopped the car in a lay-by next to a woodland area.
"How about we check this place out?" she said.
"I mean, I don't really know what we're looking for" I said.
"Somewhere to camp" she said, as if I were supposed to know what made a good campsite.
We all got out of the car, walked through a gap in the trees. For as much as my opinion counted, it didn't look like the kind of place I would like to camp. It was very dark and claustrophobic, I wasn't sure there was even room to put a tent up anywhere. There was very little flat ground, and very little ground that wasn't already occupied by some kind of foliage.
Lee seemed to be investigating the space thoroughly, as if she had somehow gained girl-scout training from somewhere. Me and Jason had both made up our minds but continued to look around for her sake.
"Nah" Lee said "Too small. We need somewhere more open."
"Yep" Jason and me both said at the same time.
"Ah well" Lee said "While we're here, we might as well have a piss break."
"Good point actually" I said "I need to go."
We didn't bother to venture any further into the woods, we figured where we were was as good a place as any. We were both wearing similar outfits, Lee had her famous black T-shirt and denim shorts combination, with walking boots and thick socks. My outfit was basically the same but for a white t-shirt. We were starting to undo our shorts when I noticed that Jason was not doing the same.
"Do you not have to pee Jason?" I asked.
"No" he said "I just wanna watch."
"Oh yeah" Lee said, as she was pulling her shorts down and squatting on the ground "I forgot you were into that. Well, watch her, not me, 'cause I'm your sister and that's just gross."
I also pulled down my shorts and squatted down next to her. As Jason stood there just a few feet in front of us watching us pee I wondered how many times in his life he had seen his sister peeing and whether or not he found that a little bit sexy. I hoped not, but thinking about it from his point of view, I imagined it was quite hard not to get turned on by what was happening in front of him. Knowing how much he loved the sound of pee hitting the ground, to have two girls making that same sound right next to each other must have been doubly as stimulating.
It had never occurred to me before that moment how much power my bladder had over him. He was never so mesmerised as he was when I peed in front of him. I could get him to do most anything I wanted with the promise of getting to see me pee. I had wet myself, peed in front of him, even peed on him so many times since we'd been together, because it was a bigger incentive than sex was. I had never thought of this is a problem until then.
"Sian?" Lee said "Looks like you're done."
My mind had wondered so much that I hadn't noticed I had stopped peeing, and that Lee had already pulled her shorts back up.
"Oh yeah" I said, following suit "Sorry, I was miles away."
"That was hot" Jason said "Thank you."
"That's alright" I said, kissing him reassuringly.
We headed back to the car and drove for another hour before we found the perfect (according to Lee) spot. Turns out putting the tents up was not that complicated. We actually had a really nice evening, we took a walk into the nearest town and found a supermarket where we bought loads of ready-to-eat food (and plenty of alcohol). We found a spot away from the tents where we lit a fire (we weren't sure if that was allowed or not but no one ever came to challenge us), and as cheesy as it might sound we sat and sang songs all evening. It might have been better if one of us could play guitar or something (Jason owned one but never bothered to learn it properly), but we had consumed just enough booze for it to be entertaining.
The bathroom was basically wherever we decided to pee, which was normally just wherever we happened to be at the time. This was Jason's idea of a perfect party. We did, however, dig a pit in case any of us needed to do something other than pee, but we ended up not using it as that was way too far out of our comfort zones.
It was about three o'clock before we all got too tired to try and stay awake any more, and we retreated to our tents; Lee in her little tent, and us in ours. Turns out the sex we jokingly said we would have was just a joke after all as Jason fell asleep straight away, and I was left to lay awake for a while thinking about the foundations of our relationship.
I did drift off to sleep eventually, but woke up as soon as the sun started to come up (just like at home) and realised when I woke that I really badly had to pee. Thinking I might be able to pee without an audience for once, I got up as quietly as I could. I noticed Jason stirring as I zipped the tent back up. Instead of going just outside the tent I decided to go deeper into the woods and find a private spot, hoping that Jason wouldn't follow.
I walked for a couple of minutes and looked around, hoping to find a gap between some trees or something. After much debate, I decided where I was stood would have to do. Just as I had squatted down and was ready to let go, I heard shuffling shortly followed by a voice.
"Sian?"
It was Jason. He caught me with my pants down in the middle of the woods. And that's how it felt, no matter how many times we had peed in front of each other, this was one time I just wanted to do it by myself. So I pulled my pants back up. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.
"Oh no" he said "Did I miss it?"
"No" I said, honestly "I wanted to do it alone actually, without anyone watching."
"And what would be the point of that?" he said, as he moved towards a tree and started undoing his shorts "That would be a waste, as you yourself once put it."
He started to pee, which made holding on all that much harder. I didn't quite know what to say, and I wanted him to finish peeing before I spoke to him.
"I just feel like it should be something people do in private" I said "At least, that's what I felt before I found out your oh-so innocent secret."
"But things have changed" he said "I mean, at least it seems like they have."
"Jason, please" I said "I really have to go and I would appreciate it if you just left."
"The longer we keep talking, the more likely it is that you'll wet yourself" he said "And I have no problem with that."
"Well, what if I have a fucking problem?" I said, ready to un-load all my un-spoken problems on him "That's what this is all about, isn't it? Our whole relationship is built on this little obsession you had when you were a hormonal little boy."
"That's not true!"
"Well that's how it feels to me. I feel that if you really cared about me, you would care less about me fulfilling your insane little fantasies and more about what I actually want!"
"Is this about sex? Because there's more to our relationship than just sex."
"Believe me, I did notice that. Most of our nights together involve me having to change my clothes because one of us has got piss all over them! You know when I first found out about your fetish I thought it was creepy. I felt dirty, like I was just a character in some fetish fiction you'd written. But then you charmed me, made me feel special, made me feel like it was me you were in love with and not my fucking bladder. But your motives never changed, did they? All these years later and you're still the same teenage boy with an erection that you always were."
"Look" he said, grabbing my hand "You're older than I am, you've had more of a life than I have. And in case you haven't noticed, I am still a teenager. Things can change between us, I know how amazing a woman you are and I know that I can be more for you would just give me time to figure things out for myself."
The message I wanted to convey was not coming across and I was going to have to just outright say it.
"It's not gonna work Jason" I said, pulling my hand away "I'm sorry. And I'm really sorry about the little outburst just then, I had a lot of stuff on my mind that I wanted to say. But, to tell you the truth, the whole year I was away I just got used to not seeing you. It got easier. And I thought that when I saw you again everything would come rushing back, but the truth is that I think maybe we were both too young and too easily manipulated to start dating. And now that I'm older I'm beginning to see that all the reservations I had about dating you were true. I allowed myself to be charmed by you, I made myself interested in your fetishes. And if that's all our relationship is then, I'm sorry, but it's not enough for me."
Part of me knew this was supposed to be a big moment, and although I was relieved to get this all off my chest there was another kind of relief that I craved more urgently.
Although I wanted closure I also wanted him to hurry up and leave. If I wet myself in front of him now that would go entirely against my reasons for wanting to break up.
"I get it" he said "Really, I do. And I don't know if I will ever stop loving you but, if you feel like you're being held back then I don't want to be the one that's doing that. It's just important to me that you have a happy life."
"Thanks, J" I said, stroking his arm affectionately the way I did when we were much younger. We hugged each other tightly which put pressure on my bladder.
"Now, I'm gonna go back so you can pee in peace" he said.
"Thanks" I said.
He disappeared back to the tent and I resumed my position on the ground with my shorts down. It was the first pee I had really enjoyed for a long time. I was enjoying it for the right reasons, because I was doing it for my own sake and not someone else's. I was about to start living for myself and I couldn't wait. |
Hello again, I've been having a case of chronic writer's block when it comes to some of my other stories. So I started yet another story... As a heads up, there is very little Omorashi in this first chapter, more will come later. Please let me know what you think.
The Editor
The funny thing about dying is, you never really expect it, at least I didn't. Even up to the last moment just before I died, I didn't actually think I would die. It can't all just end like that, right?
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As for how I ended up as an editor, there's not much to say. It was a job, and I was poor; simple as that. I never particularly wanted to spend my days polishing the garbage my authors call a manuscript into a serviceable novel. If you asked me what I wanted to be as a kid, I'd no doubt have answered, "a football star", or something equally ridiculous, but never an editor.
It wasn't all bad though, I got to meet some great people, and helping a new author publish their first book can be really rewarding, especially when they go on to be a huge hit. I was never the one in the spotlight, I never got invited on talk shows, but that was fine by me. I just cashed my checks, and enjoyed knowing that each success was something I made possible.
There were failures of course, books that weren't even worth the paper they were printed on, but I learned not to dwell on those overmuch.
The sound of a key in the lock roused me from my contemplation as I realized I had been staring at the same line of text for at least five minutes. I rubbed the bridge of my nose as I took a drink of my coffee. Cold. I may have zoned out for longer than I thought. I looked at the opposing wall, the early morning sunlight illuminated numerous particles of dust, hanging suspended in the air, as well as the old wooden clock that I swore to myself I would get rid of when I first moved into this office, but I never did. It was quarter after eight. She was late, not that I cared. Red was her name, or rather that's what I called her, I never really bothered when it came to names, red hair was good enough for me. She worked hard when it mattered, and the coffee was good too. The old, heavy door finally swung open as Red managed to push her way inside, an impressive feat considering she was carrying a large cup of overpriced coffee in each hand.
"Morning boss." Red offered me one of the cups she was holding. "You look like hell."
"Better than the alternative." I took the lid off the coffee before taking a much needed drink. "Thanks Red."
"What you need is some sleep, where you here all night?" She looked worried, she always looked worried. I waved the question away as I handed her the manuscript I had been working on. There appeared to be more red pen marks on each page than black ink.
"Finished."
"What? Already? The deadline isn't for a week and a half." "Red looked surprised, less so than she would have when she first started working here two years prior. Twenty-two years old, fresh out of university, and woefully unprepared for adult life.
"Well then you have a week to go through and make the changes." It wasn't a good book, it would sell, but it wasn't good. I was already bored with it. "Do you have anything new?"
"As a matter of fact, I do." Red pulled a ring-bound manuscript from her bag and presented it to me. "I really think this could..."
I stopped listening, Red always saw a best-seller in every draft we received. Turning my attention to the manuscript I began reading, red pen at the ready. Red sighed and made her way out of the room to her own office.
"Standard fantasy nonsense." I was grumbling to myself as I read the document. I'm sure Red could hear me through the open doors, but she never said anything. "Of course there's a princess, there's always a princess. What's next? A secret prophecy?"
Before too long, Red was back, and knocking on my open door, or it might have been long actually, I wasn't really paying attention.
"Well?" Red asked expectantly. "What do you think."
"It feels like it was written for a cliché contest by a high school student."
"Buuut?" Red no longer took my harsh criticisms seriously, I guess she knew if it was actually that bad I would have trashed it long since.
"But, it's better than a lot of the trash that gets published these days. It's at least worth the time to make it readable, so we'll take it. Let the author know."
"Yay!" Red danced in a little circle. Why was she so happy? Maybe this is the first time I actually accepted one of her suggestions, who knows.
"How about you take the lead on this one?" As soon as I suggested it, those bright blue eyes lit up excitedly. Why do I feel like I'm going to regret this.
"Are you serious? Can I really?" Red grabbed one of my hands in both of hers.
"Sure why not, if you think you can manage your other work as well." I tried to free my hand, but her hands were like a vice.
"Yes! Thank you. You definitely won't regret this." Red released my hand in favor of a hug, made awkward by the fact I was still sitting, but she did not seem to mind. I guess this was a big deal for her. I gently patted her back, trying to signal that she should let go now, which she finally did, straightening back up with a face flushed from excitement.
"Let's go to lunch." Red suggested excitedly. Was it time for lunch already? I glanced at the clock, quarter till one.
"Yeah, okay." I stood and stretched both arms toward the ceiling. I had been sitting for too long.
Red quickly collected her bag and stood by the door as I put my jacket on. I looked at my reflection in mirror, I didn't look bad for having stayed up all night working. My brown eyes might have been a bit more bloodshot than usual, and my short black hair was sticking up in the back, but that was nothing new.
Red held the door open for me as I left the building and descended the three stone steps directly in front of the door. I waited for Red to lock the door and climb down the steps before turning left towards the sandwich shop that was right at the corner next to our office.
"Wait." Red grabbed my hand and stopped me. "I thought we could try someplace new today. It's this way" She pulled my hand, leading me to the right.
"Hmm, okay." I followed her. "What kind of place is it?"
"You'll see, it's not too far." Red was still holding my hand as we walked side by side with no apparent intention of letting go. She stared fixedly ahead, ignoring my curious gaze, blushing all the while.
This was a development I didn't foresee, I never noticed any prior indications of romantic affection coming from Red. Even if I am a bit oblivious sometimes, I thought I would have noticed something. I can tell when an author is introducing a love interest character in a novel just from the adjectives that are used, but I guess I'm not as experienced at recognizing cues in the real world. I assumed that given the five year age gap, and the lack of action on my part in the past two years, Red would either not be interested in me, or have long since given up on me. She was young and beautiful, I was honestly surprised she didn't already have a boyfriend.
"What is it?" Red asked. I had been staring at her the whole time I was thinking.
"Oh, I was just thinking about how pretty you are." I answered honestly, without thinking. I had to stop myself from wincing. There wasn't anything inherently wrong with complementing her, but if we were to become involved romantically, it could cause problems for our work relationship. Not to mention I sounded like some clichéd hero from a fantasy novel.
"Th-Thank you." Red blushed even harder and faced forward. Her hand tightened down on mine even harder. Where did she get all this finger strength?
After a couple minutes of walking, Red stopped in front of a small Italian restaurant.
"Here we are. I heard about this place from a friend, she recommended it to me." I followed Red inside, and we took a seat at a booth in the corner. After we had both ordered our food, a sandwich for me, and soup for Red, we both drank our water and made small talk. Red seemed nervous, I could hear her foot tapping under the table, and the table was narrow enough, her knee would brush against my leg occasionally. As we talked, the topic eventually turned to the manuscript Red had brought me this morning.
"It's not a bad story, but the title is just awful." I said.
"What? I liked it, I thought it was clever. Hero Reincarnate. It's a play on 'hero incarnate.'"
"I get what it's trying to do, but there's no point in trying to build tension with the hero's apparent death, if you're going to put 'reincarnation' right there in the title. It's idiotic. I don't know how the author thought that was a good idea."
"Hmm, I guess you might be right." Red drank more water as she looked around the small restaurant. When her eyes fell upon two doors in the back of the room, she stood up. "I'll be right back."
I watched Red make her way to the bathroom, noticing how well her blue jeans hugged her shapely bottom. Not that I had never noticed her nice figure before, but after her unusually aggressive actions today, I couldn't help but admire her body.
The food seemed to be taking an unusually long time to be ready. I turned and looked towards the kitchen when I saw a rather large man with a rather large knife standing at the cash register with the waitress. Any hope that this man was simply a cook were dashed by the black ski mask the man was wearing. A robbery was in progress and this seemed like a good time to keep my head down and remain unnoticed.
A loud, feminine scream tore through the relative quiet of the restaurant. Red. I was out of my seat and halfway towards the bathrooms before I even considered what I was doing.
A second man in a black mask emerged from the restroom, with an arm wrapped around Red's neck. I'm not entirely sure why he was in the ladies' room, but I wasn't terribly interested at that moment.
"Let go of me!" Red struggled fruitlessly, until the man showed her a knife. She stopped moving, her eyes wide in fear.
"Red!" I found myself moving forwards, until the man holding her brandished the knife at me.
"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing. Stay back." I stopped moving and raised my unarmed hands.
"Just, let her go."
"What are you a fucking hero? Sit the hell down, before I cut this bitch's throat." He placed the knife against Red's throat.
"Ah" Red gasped in fear. Her bladder couldn't take it anymore and a stream of pee poured down her legs and puddled on the floor.
"What the FUCK." The robber cried in disgust and pushed Red at me. I caught her as she collapsed, crying. "What's the hold up? You got the fucking money?" he yelled at his masked partner.
"Yeah I got it." The man at the cash register held up a bag, no doubt filled with the restaurants earnings.
"Well then lets go man."
"What about their wallets and shit?" One of the masked men glanced around at the cowering customers.
"Fuck that. What about the cops? We gotta get out of here."
"Yeah alright, let's go." The two men left the restaurant and took off running.
I was still comforting the understandably upset Red. She had stopped crying, but she was still shaken, and her wet clothes weren't helping. I helped Red to her feet.
"Come on, let's go. I'll take you home." In this situation, we were probably supposed to wait for the police, so we could give a statement, but I decided it would be best to get Red home as soon as possible. Her mental state wouldn't be helped by answering a bunch of police questions. I left ten dollars on the table, which was generous considering we never got our food, but I felt bad considering the restaurant had been robbed.
"Okay." Red's voice was quiet as I half carried her out the door. We walked in silence for a minute, before Red spoke again. "Thank you."
"It's no problem, really. Let's just put it all behind us."
I heard shouting and sirens ahead of us. As I looked, I could see police chasing one of the masked robbers. It appeared as though they had already apprehended one of the men, and cops were chasing the other one, directly towards Red and me. They were moving quickly, by the time I had realized what the situation was the men were nearly on top of us.
We had to move, and quickly. It didn't seem like Red had fully grasped what was happening, so I grabbed her, spun and pressed her against the wall barely out of the path of the oncoming men. The robber passed so close behind me I could feel heat along my back as he sprinted by. I heard the man swear as he stumbled and fell to the ground, where he was quickly covered by one of the pursuing police officers.
"Are you okay?" I asked Red, she had collapsed to the ground, where she sat holding her knees. I sat down next to her, leaning against the wall. My back still felt warm. Frowning, I reached back with my hand. My jacket and shirt had been torn, and when I brought my hand back I could see it was stained red.
Red screamed. I couldn't blame her. One of the police officers was yelling about an ambulance into a radio. Who runs from the cops while holding a knife in your hand. It seems like it's just asking to accidentally stab yourself while sprinting. I tried to say as much to Red, but I coughed as soon as I opened my mouth. Blood, that can't be a good sign. I realized Red had been saying something, was she calling my name? I couldn't seem to quite make out what she's saying. I don't know exactly when I started lying down, but I was definitely on my back now, Red was kneeling over me.
"You're going to be okay, the ambulance is almost here." Red was crying again. She always looked so worried, it'd be nice if I could see her smile again. I grabbed her hand, I forgot my hand is covered in blood, but she didn't seem to mind.
"I'm sorry..." I coughed again, it was getting harder to speak. "I couldn't be your hero."
Oh man, I just said something incredibly clichéd, didn't I?
Red was saying something again, but I couldn't make out any words. My vision was becoming hazy.
I tried to say something but I couldn't seem to form any words, so I just smiled reassuringly at Red. My vision faded as I lost consciousness.
I could feel my life slipping away as my body died. At least I assume that's what I was feeling, dying was an entirely novel experience. |
Part 2. I hope you like it. More omorashi than the last chapter, but still not too much. Now that I've got the premise and introduction out of the way, the content should heat up.
Chapter 2
Being dead wasn't as bad as I had been led to believe. It wasn't particularly good either, but I wasn't really in a position to complain. I was still thinking, so I had to imagine I still existed, but that was about as much as I could tell. As far as I could tell, I didn't seem to have a body, nor any way to see where or what I was. I simply was.
Who knows how long I was like that, it could have been five minutes or five years. Time seemed to pass independent of my existence. I suddenly became aware of another existence, I don't know how I knew it was there, I could just tell. This new being completely engulfed my existence, and everything went dark. Previously, I hadn't thought it had been light, but now that it was dark I missed the light.
I couldn't help but wonder if I was dying again. Would I stop existing soon? If so, I guess there wouldn't be much I could do.
All of a sudden, I was back. I wasn't alive, as far as I could tell, but I at least had a body, and I could see. The first thing I saw was a strange man(?) whose face seemed to be obscured by a plain white mask. Was this the entity I had sensed earlier? It felt like the man was staring at me, but it was hard to tell, there were no holes in the mask for eyes. Could he not see?
"Noisy." The man spoke. Although I never heard a voice, his words simply existed, like his thoughts were made manifest. "I forgot how noisy young souls were."
"..." I tried to speak, to make a sound, but I could not.
"Of course, I did not truly forget, how could I? My words were simply meant to appeal to your humanity." The man continued, voicelessly.
What is he talking about? Any decent editor would have cut out such a confusing scene.
"Always an editor, even in death. Well, this was to be expected. Anyway, [speak] it will make this go faster." I felt my throat burn, and I coughed. I felt immenesly relieved at the sound. It was the first sound I had heard since I had died.
"What is going on?" As long as I could speak, I figured I might as well try and figure out what the situation was.
"I am bored." The man said without words. Before I could say anything, he continued. "And you are interesting, or at least, I hope you will be."
"Who are you?" I asked, not certain if I wanted to know the answer.
"Who do you think I am?" The man seemed to grow in size as he asked the question.
"Well, If I had to guess. I assume I'm either hallucinating or dead. In the first case, you would be me, or some part of me. If it's the second, I guess that would make you god."
"Ho ho, not exactly, but not too far off either." It felt like the man was smiling behind his mask. It was an unsettling feeling that I wished would go away. "Now, tell me." In the blink of an eye, not that I seemed to blink anymore, the man was close enough to touch, not that I had any desire to touch him. "How would you like to be a hero?"
Startled by the sudden question, it took a moment for me to process what he had just said.
"A hero? What...do you mean?"
"Oh c'mon. You know. A hero. Rescue the princess, save the world and all that. A character from one of those books you're always reading." The man seemed more animated now, but I still had no idea what was going on.
"I'd rather not, I don't think I'm cut out to be a hero." Strange memories flashed before my eyes, but I couldn't seem to focus on any one of them. I remembered the color red. Someone I had tried to protect. A sharp pain across my back brought me back to the present. "I'm no hero."
"Aw well, I suppose that would have been too easy. But tell me, if you're not a hero, then who are you?"
Who was I? There was a name, my name, but I couldn't remember what it was. I couldn't really remember anything. Well, there was one thing, the only thing that came to mind.
"I'm an editor."
"So you are." the man sounded angry, or was it happy, it was really hard to tell without a voice. "Well then, it's about time for you to go."
"Go where?" If I was dead did that mean I was going to heaven or hell? But then what was the point of all the questions? Maybe it was a test, to determine where I would end up.
"Like I said, you're interesting. I have a special plan for you. Call it a hobby, or a pet project, if you will. Let me know what you think, if we ever meet again. Although for your sake, let's hope we don't.
Laughter was all I could hear, as everything around me faded into nothingness. I screamed as pain wracked my entire body. A light appeared. That light grew until it surrounded me, blinding me.
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I found myself lying on my back. The pain had faded, and the light was not completely blinding anymore. I tried to look around, to see where I was, but I found that I couldn't move my head, or any part of my body for that matter. As I was suppressing the rising panic of being apparently paralyzed, I noticed something on the edge of my field of vision. I tried to make out what it was, but as soon as I focused on it, something appeared out of nowhere, right in front of my face. It looked like a computer screen, only it was translucent, and seemingly floating in mid air. I must be going crazy, but I guess it's better than being dead. staring at the screen I found I started to read.
Name: Kyler Sol
Title: The Editor
Well I'm pretty sure that's not my name, or it wasn't before I died anyway. But I can't argue with the title.
Age: 1
What? No no nono. There's no way that's right. What the hell is going on here?
A voice catches my attention, I can't understand what it's saying. It doesn't sound like any language I know. A woman leans over where I'm lying. She picks me up like it's nothing. I was never really heavy, but this woman who looks ten years younger than me shouldn't be able to pick me up like it's nothing.
She says something to me but I still can't understand. That son of a...That wannabe 'god' reincarnated me as a baby. Well I guess it beats being dead...but still, these next few years are going to be rough, aren't they?
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I can't say living as a baby was particularly enjoyable. Getting breast fed wasn't terrible, but it's hard to enjoy a nice pair of boobs when I knew they belonged to the woman who gave birth to me. She didn't really feel like my mother I guess, it's hard getting used to this reincarnation thing, especially when I can remember my old life fairly clearly.
I probably would have been bored out of my mind by not being able to move around on my own, but I found there was plenty to learn and experiment with on my fancy new heads up display.
I had discovered I could bring up the screen any time, with just a thought, and based on the fact that neither of my parents seemed to react to it, I was the only one who could see it. It said 'Status' at the top, and it listed my new name and a number of attributes: Vitality, Strength, Dexterity, even Magic.
Seriously, it's just like a game. What was that guy thinking? It seemed like that masked god reincarnated me with some riduculous ability. All my stats are really low, in the single digits, but I'm sure that's to be expected.
The next few days passed quickly, my parents were always feeding or playing with me, and I slept an awful lot, or at least I tried to. More often than not, when my parents put me to bed, they would get busy trying to make me a sibling. Honestly, I get that you must have been holding back during the pregnancy, but show some restraint Father, I'm sleeping here.
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It's been a month already, and I'm starting to get used to my new life. My body is growing quickly, and some of my stats have increased with it. I'm starting to pick up on a few words my parents are saying. It seems like my name really is Kyler, oh well, it's not a bad name. I still can't speak, I can only make simple sounds, but my parents still get really happy whenever I do. It seems like my parents are Lili and Jars, at least that's they seem to call each other, my language skills are pretty much nonexistent still.
Speaking of skills. I made a huge discovery. I thought it was just the status screen, but I found out there's a whole other window. The Editor Window. From what I could tell this new screen let me see and edit my stats and abilities. Seriously? What is with this broken ability? This isn't really what I meant when I said I was an editor.
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I tried playing around with my stats, when I increased my strength and agility, I certainly felt stronger and faster. But when I tried increasing it further I got a warning saying I was exceeding my bodies capabilities, and that damage could occur. I guess it's not completely overpowered, but it still feels unfair.
Next, I found language under my skills section. It was at five out of one hundred. As far as I could tell there wasn't anything stopping me from changing it. So I increased the skill all the way up to one hundred, if there were any consequences I could deal with them later.
It was a strange sensation, learning an entire language in an instant. I still couldn't speak when I tried, I guess that was a body limitation, not a skill. If I tried, I might be able to edit my body as well, but I thought it would be safer to let my body grow naturally. There was no need to be impatient.
"Jars, please hurry up." Lili whined. Hey, I could understand that. This editor ability was way too handy. But more importantly, what is going on with my parents now?
"Ma..." When I made noise Lili came over and picked me up. Rocking me back and forth in her arms. She was obviously uncomfortable, and based on the fact that she was crossing and uncrossing her legs right in front on our one bathroom, I could easily imagine what the problem was. Lili was bending over at the waist while speaking through the door.
"Ohhhh, Jars, I can't hold it much longer." There was only one bathroom in our small house, more like a cabin really, there wasn't even electricity. What kind of backwards country am I in?
"Just a minute Lili." Jars was speaking through the locked door. Both of my parents were so young, I guess they were still uncomfortable enough to lock the door when they used the bathroom. But Lili seemed to have overcome some of that awkwardness in her desperation.
Staring at my mom, I noticed a new symbol just on the edge of my vision. I hadn't seen it before, or at least I had never noticed it. Focusing on it brought up my editor menu once more. This time; however, it did not display my stats, but my Lili's.
Name: Lili Sol
Title: None
Age: 20
No way. I can edit other people as well? Who thought this would be a good idea?
My attention was caught by a blinking red triangle, which brought up a body diagram, with the abdomen, or rather the bladder, highlighted in red.
Capacity: 650/700
Warning: Nearing capacity will cause discomfort and pain
Well that's nothing I didn't already know. I'm not sure what to do, or if I even should do anything. I could probably increase her bladder capacity, but I don't think I should go around fiddling with other people's bodies like that. I might be able to decrease the amount of pee, but decreasing it might just mean making her let that much out.
Before I could consider the situation any further, it resolved itself without my intervention.
"Nooo. I can't hold it." Lili froze, biting her lip. "It's coming out." From my position in her arms, I couldn't see what was happening, but I could plainly hear the splashing on the floor, and I watched the menu as her capacity dropped all the way down to zero. I'm sure her cloth pants were well and truly soaked by now.
Lili layed me down in my bed and stripped out of her now soaked pants. Before she could find new, dry pants, Jars emerged from the bathroom. Carefully stepping over the puddle just outside the door, he grabbed Lili and kissed her, eliciting a surprised gasp from her. In short order, Jars had pushed Lili down on their bed and the two were getting amorous. Far from resisting, Lili seemed to welcome the affection. Come on, at least take a shower first, a bath, anything?
I wasn't spying on them, I was already here when they started going at it, and besides, I was just trying out the new functionality of my Editor abilities. Viewing Lili's window, I saw a new stat that was slowly increasing.
Pleasure: 57/100
As a test, and because I felt bad that she wet herself, I tried bumping up the pleasure number a couple dozen points. The effect was immediately heard in the voice Lili was letting out. When the stat was maxed out, she gave a small shriek. I noticed the bladder capacity meter, which had refilled up to forty out of seven hundred, reset to zero, but neither Jars nor Lili seemed to mind.
When the two finally stopped, I couldn't help but wonder if increasing the pleasure Lili felt after she had just wet her pants might reinforce strange behavior. I didn't worry too much. What's the worst that could happen? |
Chapter 3
Status Skills
Name: Kyler Sol Language: 100/100
Title: The Editor Speaking: 5/100
Age: 1 Crawling: 23/100
HP: 15/15
MP: 1/1
Vit: 11
Str: 8
Def: 4
Res: 3
Dex: 9
Agi: 5
Int: 15
Mag: 1
Equipment: None
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Well It's been about six months I think. It can be tough to keep track of the date with out a calendar, or even a phone. At least I'm finally able to crawl around a bit. Not that there's much to explore.
My new parents and I lived in a small wooden house, and from what I could tell it's way out in the country. Whenever Lili would hold me by the window I couldn't even see one other house. It would get to be terribly boring sometimes.
I mostly occupied myself by experimenting with my stats, and seeing what I could edit. Early on I decided to reset my stats to their natural value, or close enough anyway, once I was done playing around. I didn't want to accidentally screw up my developmental biology or something. The stat that I was most interested in was Magic, but whenever I tried to increase it I would get the same old warning message, that would say my body was not well suited to the stat change. It was the same with MP, magic power, I wondered if there's some sort of prerequisite to be able to use magic.
Why couldn't this new life have come with a user manual?
My new father, Jars, would usually leave early in the morning, and not return until after the sun had set. From listening to his conversations with Lili, it seemed that he was some sort of guard. His stats certainly suited that sort of work. His Strength and Defense were both over 80, but his Intelligence was only 45.
Ho oh, don't be surprised if I'm smarter the smarter one before you know it Father.
I still didn't really understand how the stats were calculated. Surely I was smarter than an infant in my previous life, and since I retained my memories of that time, surely I kept my intelligence as well. Perhaps that was why Intelligence was my highest stat?
Lili, on the other hand, seemed to be the opposite of Jars. Her physical stats were all pretty low, but what I was focused on was her Magic. Where Jars had less than 20 Magic, Lili had a whopping 72, and her MP was over 100. Her Intelligence was also higher than Jars, but I didn't know if that was related to using magic, or just because she was smarter than he was. Whatever the case, I desperately wanted to ask her about it. Could she actually use magic? How was that possible?
Several times, I was sorely tempted to use [Editor] to increase my [speaking] skill just so I could talk to her. It would make things easier, but it would probably cause more problems than it was worth. Best case scenario I would likely be researched as a 'genius baby', worst case would involve me being killed for being a demon. That's also why I didn't max out my [Crawling] skill. The less I resembled anything from a horror movie, the better.
I was content to simply wait and let my parents be amazed at how fast I learned to speak, once they started teaching me for real.
"Kyler, where did you run off too?" Lili had just noticed that I had crawled away from where she had left me on the floor. I had managed to get a hold of one of the few books this house contained. My mission today was to learn how to read. I had scarcely opened the book when I was effortlessly lifted off the ground.
"Come here you, I think you still have a couple years before you'll be reading, you silly boy." Lili sat me on her lap and opened the book in front of us. She helped me turn the pages while we pretended to read. This was fine by me, as I was trying to decipher the foreign characters I kept an eye on my skills list. Sure enough, before long a new skill appeared, [Reading]. Although my proficiency was at 1, I quickly raised it to 100.
I could read! No matter how many times I used it, I couldn't get over just how useful this ability was. I would have to pay close attention, so as to not become lazy in this new life. Staring at the words on the pages I was delighted to find that I could read this language as well, or even better, than English.
I was also pleasantly surprised to learn that this book was some sort of magic instruction book. Now I would just need to read it from the beginning, and maybe I could learn the secret to Magic. It didn't appear as though Lili was planning on letting me escape from her lap anytime soon. I was frustrated, I had possibly just discovered the means to answer one of the biggest questions I had faced since my resurrection, but I was trapped. Who knew how long it would be before I would have access to this book again. I needed to do something, so I did the only thing I could think of at the time.
I opened my Editor window, and with just a few thoughts, I opened Lili's display. Just as I had a few months ago, I brought up Lili's bladder capacity. She was currently at 200/700, but I edited that value. 600/700. Once she went to the bathroom I would have enough time to read the book quickly.
"Ohhhh" Lili moaned softly, I suppose she suddenly felt her bladder fill up. Any second now, she would get up and go.
Huh? No? Lili crossed her legs and squirmed her butt down into the chair, but she didn't get up.
I guess she didn't want to interrupt our bonding time...How about 620/700? 650?
I filled her bladder a bit more, and heard the sharp intake of breath as Lili gasped. She must have been absolutely desperate by now but she still didn't get up.
You silly girl. Just go already. I'll be here when you get back.
Lili was bouncing her knees up and down, somehow still holding on.
Oi, oi. I'm on your lap you know? Stop bouncing and just go already. If you wet yourself on the chair you can't just blame it on me.
Her bladder was at 690/700 now. I hadn't filled it anymore, so I supposed her own body had managed that. I saw the numbers drop down by 5.
Oops, I guess she leaked.
Sure enough, Lili finally stood up, setting me on the floor, and turning to set the book on the chair. There was a wet spot the size of a quarter on her butt; it doubled in size as pressed one hand between her legs and rushed to the bathroom.
Finally.
I managed to pull the book down off the chair. Scanning quickly through the opening chapter I found what I was looking for.
Talented individuals manifest their Magic abilities around five years of age. It is recommended to begin training shortly thereafter.
That was all I needed to know. It was a bit disappointing to learn I wouldn't be able to use Magic for a few years yet, but at least there wasn't some trick to it that I was missing.
Come to think of it, there was something that had been biting at the back of my mind for a while now, but I had just realized what it was.
I had been reincarnated to some sort of world with Magic. There was no way I was back on Earth. Just where the heck was I?
Lili returned from the bathroom with a flushed face, looking relieved. She smiled when she saw me playing with the book again, but it didn't stop her from picking me up and taking me to my bed for a nap. While she worked on raising her [self Pleasure] skill. Just what is with this pervy woman?
Another short chapter. I'm mostly trying to stay on top of this story so it doesn't end up getting dropped like some of my others. Let me know what you think.
Edited December 4, 2015 by Garrus
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Chapter 4
Status Skills
Name: Kyler Sol Language: 100/100
Title: The Editor Speaking: 100/100
Age: 2 Crawling: 100/100
HP: 35/35 Reading: 100/100
MP: 1/1 Walking: 83/100
STA: 30/30 Toilet Training: 100/100
Vit: 19
End: 17
Str: 18
Def: 14
Res: 13
Dex: 20
Agi: 22
Int: 43
Mag: 1
Equipment: None
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It's fascinating to see how quickly my mind has acclimated to this new body and this new world.
Although the memories were still there, I found myself thinking about my old life less and less. Perhaps I had come to terms with my new life, and I was eager to experience everything it had to offer, or at the very least I was enjoying the change of pace until the other shoe dropped. The days and months had passed quickly, and before I knew it I was already two years old. I might not have even noticed if my status screen hadn't updated.
I wonder how many days are in a year in this world?
I hadn't really been expecting a party or anything, but my parents didn't even mention it. I was curious, so I asked Lili how old I was. She explained that people don't start counting birthdays until after their Magic awakens, and then the day it happens is considered their birthday, instead of the actual day they were born. To make it even more confusing, someone who just got their Magic is considered five years old, because that's around the time when most people Awaken. By the way, in this world, you become an adult at 15 years old. Based on their status screens, Lili is 19 and Jars is 20. Even if 15 is considered an adult, having a baby at 17 just seems too young. Please have some consideration for your body.
Even if I had been in this world for two years already, I had tried to make sure that time wasn't wasted. Once I had manually raised my crawling skill above 70, I just maxed it out with Editor, and moved on to walking. I decided to raise the skill naturally because I figured the movement would help strengthen my body; however, once I finally got the toilet training skill I had no such notions. I immediately raised that skill as high as it would go. I had spent enough time in diapers for two lifetimes. My parents didn't seem to question my quick mastery, they must have been as thrilled as I was to be done with diapers. Although they were called diapers, they weren't much more than thicker and slightly more absorbent underwear.
Once I confirmed that training my body not only increased my stats, but also increased the maximum level I could raise them with Editing, I set to work. I soon discovered that running around was a good way to raise my Agility, and my efforts paid off more than I ever expected when two new stats appeared. Endurance and Stamina, I had no idea it was possible to obtain new stats, but I was glad to learn. Whenever Endurance increased, Stamina was increased as well. The Stamina bar drained whenever I exerted myself, the rate depended on how heavy the exertion was. Anytime my Stamina fell below half I would begin to feel tired, and that was usually when I would take a break. I continued training nearly everyday, and soon, all my stats were increasing nicely, except Magic, which stubbornly remained at 1.
I tried to make sure to train at least one skill everyday, and I was pleased with the results. Some skills, like Vitality and Defense, seemed to increase naturally as I grew, because I didn't exactly know how to train them, outside of using my Editor ability. I hadn't met any other children my age, so I had no confirmation, but I felt like my skills were abnormally high for my age. I could only really compare myself to my parents, but if the rate of increase stayed the same, I would match my parents' stats within a few years. No doubt thanks in part to my overpowered Editing.
Now that I could walk well on my own, I was finally ready to go out and see the world, or at least the closest town. I had been able to play just outside the house, in an area that resembled farmland, but the only times I had gone to the nearby town was in my mother's arms. So I had not been able to see much of anything or anyone. So when Lili told me we would be going into town to shop for a birthday present for Jars, I was ecstatic.
"Are you ready Ky?" Lili asked me as she slipped her boots over her feet.
"Yep." I had been cooped up in this house long enough. The closest town, Ronoa, was about a 30 minute walk, or so I had been told.
"Do you need to use the potty before we go? It's a long walk."
"Nope." Do you? I almost said it out loud. Lili had probably had more accidents than I had, at least since I got the Toilet Training skill, but there's no point in bringing that up now. She had now way of knowing I was older than her, in a manner of speaking.
"Okay then, let's go!" Lili enthusiastically took my hand and we began our journey. The sun was brightly shining on a still cool spring morning. Birds whose names I had not yet learned, nested in unfamiliar looking trees. It was unfortunate that cars did not seem to exist in this world, as it would make for a much longer trip without them, but getting to experience nature wasn't bad at all.
Following a well worn walking path, Lili and I made our way to the main road that ran past our house. Occasional weeds were sprouting from the packed dirt road, giving the whole thing an unused feel, but two ruts indicated that carriages came through this way at least semi-regularly.
We chatted back and forth as we walked. I was sometimes paranoid of speaking too fluently for a two year old, so I would occasionally use imprecise grammar or vocabulary. It was probably unnecessary, because even when I would sometimes say something strange for my age, my parents would never comment on it.
After twenty minutes of walking my stamina was about half gone. I had begun to breath heavily and was lagging a step behind Lili. Isn't this distance a bit much for such a young child? What would Lili have done if my stats were not so high? From my new position I couldn't help but admire the figure of the young woman in front of me. She was my mother, so it was an entirely scientific admiration. A well kept figure was not entirely obscured by the loose clothing of this world. Lili was wearing light blue trousers, secured with a drawstring around the waist. Perhaps they were quite fashionable, I had no idea how common dyes were in this world, but wouldn't a dress be more fitting for this fantasy setting? While not quite baggy, the rough spun cloth of this world was a far cry from some of the smooth, tight fitting clothes worn by women in the old world. Fare thee well, yoga pants.
Noticing that I had fallen slightly behind, Lili slowed down to walk beside me.
"Are you tired Ky? I can carry you, it's not much further."
"No, I'm okay." This would be good training for my body, and besides, I wanted to try something new. Referring to my status screen, I selected my stamina, which was currently at 14/30, and I tried Editing it. Normally I could increase the maximum value, up to a certain point, but this time I tried increasing the current amount. 30/30. It worked. Renewed strength filled my body as my energy was restored.
I really shouldn't be surprised anymore, but this ability is just too much.
Lili looked surprised at my answer, but she didn't say anything more about it as we continued toward Ronoa. As we continued to walk, I began to feel weary. Although my stamina was still high, and my body felt fine, my mind didn't want my body to walk anymore. It seemed like my ability didn't get rid of mental fatigue. Oh well, we were almost there by now, I could last a little while longer.
"There it is!" I called out excitedly as we crested a hill, bringing the town into view. I actually called out, just like a kid, but I supposed there wasn't anything wrong with acting my new age once and a while. Childish antics aside, this was my first real trip to this town, it was my first real experience outside of the small house. I was excited to see how this world was different from the one I had known.
I could see a sturdy looking wall surrounding the town. It appeared to be made of stone, and stood five meters high. From my position on the hill, slanted wooden roofs could be seen covering numerous buildings. It was much larger than I expected, more of a city than a town really. Beyond the smaller shops and houses, an antique, or perhaps modern in this world, steepled church stood, it's dual spires rising high above the town. Overshadowing everything, both figuratively and literally, was the castle. Enormous compared to every other structure I had yet seen in this world, the imposing building stood like a fortress on a hill above the rest of the city. Hewn from dark stone, the castle looked like something straight out of a fairy tale.
Seeing my awed look, Lili smiled and told me that the castle was home to Duke Rowen, the ruler of this territory. Due to the sheer size, I wouldn't have been surprised if she said a king lived there, although with nothing to compare it to, it was always possible this castle was considered small, as far as castles were concerned.
"Your father should be there now. He's one of the duke's personal guards after all."
"Really?" Based on my families standard of living, I knew we weren't poor, but I didn't expect Jars to work for such an important person.
"Did you know we almost decided to live there, in the castle?" Lili asked, and I couldn't keep the surprise out of my face, or my voice.
"What?"
"When he learned we were going to have a baby, the Duke invited your father and me to move into one of the servants rooms in the castle. That way your father wouldn't have to walk so far everyday, and he could spend more time with us."
"But you said no?" I wasn't sure what life would be like inside a royal castle, but it would surely be interesting.
"Well your father knows I've always liked the country more than the city, and he was stubborn saying 'The run into town everyday is what keeps me strong.' So in the end, we decided to stay where we were. Would you like to live in the castle Kyler?"
"I don't know, maybe. It sounds pretty cool."
"I guess it does, doesn't it. I'm sure you'll be able to go inside it sometime with your father."
Our conversation had led us all the way to a gate leading into the city. There were a number of men wearing leather armor standing guard, most of the men were gripping long spears with pointed metal heads, but a man wearing a metal helmet who had a sword strapped to his waist approached Lili and me as we drew near to the gate.
"Good morning miss. Might I ask what your business is in the capital today?" So this was the capital after all. I guess it makes sense if the duke's castle was here. Nevertheless, I didn't like this guard. His gaze strayed a bit too low, a bit too often while looking at Lili. Oi, those aren't her eyes you know.
"I'm going to do some shopping with my son." The man barely glanced at me. I took the opportunity to peek at his stats. Compared to Jars, he was nothing special. His strength was barely 50. That was probably why he was stuck guarding a gate.
Lili took a metal object out of her pocket and showed it to the man. At first I thought she was paying some sort of toll, but when I looked closer, I saw some sort of family crest engraved on the thin metal plate. I assume it was some sort of identification, because as soon as the man saw it he straightened up. One of the other guards came and whispered something in his ear as he inspected the crest. Immediately, the man removed his helmet and hastily returned the plate to Lili.
"I'm very sorry, My Lady. Please, go ahead. I'm sorry for the wait." The man spoke while inclining his head in a slight bow.
Hey now, what's with this change in attitude? Was I related nobility? Don't just leave out important information like that.
Lili smiled at the man as we made our way inside the gate.
"Oh dear, I think I may have given the guard a bit of a fright. This is one of your father's plates. It has the duke's crest because your father works with Duke Rowen. Your father gave one to me so I can get in the castle if I come to visit him."
Wow, it's like access card to anywhere in the city, maybe even the country. You'll lend it to me later, right? It sounds too useful to pass up.
"It was a long walk, huh Ky? Why don't we rest for a bit?" I was more than happy to agree to Lili's suggestion and we found an outdoor table at a nearby restaurant. I was seated on a bench next to Lili, facing a small wooden table. I was just glad to be sitting down after so much walking. Before long, a young girl came up to our table.
"Hello, how may I serve you M'Lady?" It seemed like a rather formal greeting, but maybe that was just normal for someone in the service industry. And by 'service' I was referring to food service, not the type of service that adults would use at night. We had scarcely entered the town, and I had already seen scantily clad women advertising their 'wares' on a street corner, it wasn't even afternoon yet, how much business could you possible get in the morning.
The girl had a rather plain face, but she was still cute. When she returned to our table carrying a pitcher of water with lemon slices floating in it, I took a look at her status screen. Her name was Natalie, there was no family name given, and she was 14 years old, almost a woman in this world. Perhaps she noticed me staring, because she smiled at me and leaned forward to pour a glass of water, her generous assets threatening to spill out of her blouse. Was every woman in this world so generously endowed?
"You have a very cute son, M'Lady."
"Thank you, why don't you say hello dear?" Lili rubbed my head gently.
"Thank you miss, my name is Kyler."
"It is very nice to meet you, Lord Kyler. You may call me Nat, if you wish." Natalie curtsied, showing off even more of her legs, than her skirt already did.
Nat retreated back to the kitchen, giving a slight bow before leaving.
"Why did she call me 'Lord Kyler?'" I asked Lili.
"It's because of your father's position. As captain of the royal guard, he is given that respect, and as his heir so are you. I have accompanied him through town enough that many people will recognize me as his wife, and you; therefore, as his son. The guard at the gate must be new enough that he didn't know who I was." Captain was it? Just how important was that guy?
Natalie returned with a small tray full of meats and cheeses. It looked delicious, and although the flavor was a bit lacking compared to Lili's cooking, it was perfect for a snack.
"Can I get you anything else, M'Lady?" Natalie asked, as she stood fidgeting by our table.
"No, thank you, that will be all." Although it sounded like Lili dismissed the girl, she remained standing beside the door to the interior of the restaurant. Perhaps she needed to stay close by in the event we required her assistance. It wouldn't have been a problem, except for the way in which she was crossing and uncrossing her legs, while bobbing slightly up and down. I did my best to ignore her, and focused on the food in front of me. By the time I had eaten my fill, Nat looked even more desperate. She was actually pressing one of her hands between her legs, but when she saw me looking, she immediately took her hand away and tried to stand still. Checking her status confirmed the already obvious situation. She was desperate to pee.
Capacity: 300/400
It seemed like she could still hold it for a while longer, although that observation didn't seem to comfort the frantic Natalie. Her bladder seemed significantly smaller than Lili's, but I had no idea what a normal size was. Lili was currently at 300/700, and she seemed completely comfortable, despite the fact she was holding the same amount as Natalie. What was it measured in anyway? Milliliters?
"It looks like she really needs to go, huh?" Lili whispered conspiratorially. I guess she noticed me watching Nat.
"Yeah I guess so." I still didn't really know why she wouldn't just go to the bathroom.
"Well I know what it's like to be in that situation. Let's not keep her waiting much longer." We had already finished the food, so Lili took one last sip of lemon water, and we stood up. Nat came walked with mincing steps over to where we were standing. Lili handed her a large silver coin to the girl, and received a number of smaller silver and bronze coins in change. Lili returned one of the bronze coins to the girl, I assumed it was a tip.
"Th-thank you for coming, please come again." Natalie bowed deeply, wincing at the extra pressure on her bladder.
"I'm sure we will, but first shouldn't you go find a bathroom? You've been putting on quite the performance for some time now." Lili asked with a small smile.
Nat looked horrified. She blushed deeply, and apologized profusely. Lili waved away the girls apologizes, saying it was no big deal.
"Why don't you go?" Lili seemed curious.
"Ah, well my mother runs the restaurant, but she went to buy fresh ingredients for lunch. So I have to watch the shop until she gets back. If she finds out I left it unattended, I'll be in big trouble. She should be back soon, I hope..." Nat explained, still blushing fiercely, and once again crossing her legs.
"Oh is that it, well good luck." Lili looked slightly amused as we prepared to leave. There wasn't anything we could really do to help the girl. Or at least there wasn't anything Lili could do. I could probably help in one way or another by editing, but I didn't want to mess around with the stats of just anyone I came across. And besides, I thought Nat looked kind of cute as she swayed back and forth in her desperation.
As Natalie bade us farewell once more, I checked her status again. She was at 350/400 now. Based on how desperate she already seemed, I doubted if she would even hold on until her maximum capacity. So unless her mother returned very soon, it seemed unlikely that she would get away with entirely dry panties. I wouldn't be surprised if she already didn't have entirely dry panties.
Part of me wanted to stay and see what would happen, but I knew we had no reason to stay any longer, so Lili and I made our way further into the town.
We spent the better part of two hours visiting different shops, looking for anything that might make a good birthday present for Jars. I had no idea what he would like. Alcohol? It seemed like drinking and whoring were the favorite pastimes for men in this world, and I didn't expect Lili would be fond of the latter. When we began shopping Lili gave me a large silver coin, and told me to hold onto it carefully, so I could buy something for my father, or myself if I found something I wanted. What a carefree mother. I didn't know exactly how much the coin was worth, but since one of these coins was more than enough to pay for a meal for two people, I assumed it was a decent amount of money.
I finally found something in a small dimly lit shop. Lili and I were the only customers in the store, and the owner was sitting in a corner smoking a pipe. The smoke made it harder to see, but I noticed something sitting on the floor, covered by some miscellaneous junk. I pried open the wooden box and found a game board inside. It was chess, or at least it looked similar. The board was painted with alternating checkered tiles, but it looked bigger than a normal chess board, and each hand-carved wooden piece looked unique.
I showed the game to Lili, to see what she thought of it. When she saw what I had found her eyes lit up.
"Ohh, this would be perfect. Jars said he used to play this as a kid, I bet he would love it. Good job Kyler." Lili patted my head, and began counting the pieces to make sure there weren't any missing. I didn't know the game enough to help her, so I turned my attention to the individual that had just walked into the shop.
It looked like a young girl, but that was about as much as I could tell. She was wearing a dark cloak, with a hood up over her head. I received a shock when I looked at her status, or rather, when I tried to look at her status. I couldn't see anything. Every line of her status was full of question marks; her name, age, stats, everything, except for one.
Title: Shrouded One
Shrouded One? Was that something that blocked my ability?
While I was considering the possibilities my thoughts were interrupted as the shopkeeper had appeared, standing directly behind the new girl. I hadn't even noticed him get up from where he was sitting.
"What are you doing girl?" The man growled, and the girl spun around surprised by the sudden voice.
"I was just..." The girl started to speak in a small voice, before she was cut off by the shopkeeper.
"Just what? Stealing?" The girl was indeed holding a small wooden stick, it was about as long as her arm, and it formed a small loop at one end.
"No...I was just." But the girl was interrupted again.
"Then are you buying that? You can pay now then...I didn't think so. Give me that, and get out." The man grabbed one end of the small staff, but the girl desperately held on to the other end.
"No you can't." As she struggled to keep hold of the stick, the girls hood fell down, uncovering her long, golden hair.
"Of course, a dirty half-elf. I should have known." Half-elf? There are elves too? I wonder if I'll stop being surprised at some point. Indeed I could see that the girls ears came to a slight point, but if the man had not said anything I might never have noticed. But what's with the discrimination?
The shopkeeper seized the girl by the back of her neck and held her aloft. She must have been rather light, because the man wasn't particularly strong according to his stats.
"No! Let me go! I didn't do anything." The girl kicked her feet as she struggled, she looked terrified, and I couldn't blame her.
"I'm just going to call the guards and see what they think of a half-elf thief. What was the punishment for stealing again? Was it cutting off two fingers, or was it a whole hand?"
The girl's wide eyes were filled with tears as she continued to struggle. I could see drops of liquid falling from beneath her skirt. She must have been truly terrified. I couldn't sit by and watch anymore.
"Excuse me sir." I tried my best to sound authoritative, which didn't work particularly well with the voice and body of a two year old.
"What..." The man barked as he turned around, but when he saw me, his eyes flicked over to Lili, and recognition flashed in his eyes. It seemed even this man knew who my father was. "Ah..Ahem, what can I help you with M'Lord?" The man's attitude toward me changed, but he was still hoisting the crying, and leaking, girl aloft.
"Well you see, I asked this girl to make a purchase and deliver it to my father." A flicker of fear appeared on the shopkeeper's face at my words. I was going to abuse my father's reputation, I would have to apologize later. "But she ran off before I could give her the money, she's overenthusiastic I suppose." I held the large silver coin between my thumb and index finger to make sure the man could see it. "I'm sure this will more than cover the cost of the item." I held out the coin to the shopkeeper. "And you can keep the change, for any trouble this girl might have caused you."
"Ah..." The man only hesitated for a second, he looked at the girl he was holding, before setting her gently to the ground. "Of course, I'm sorry M'Lord. I didn't know she was doing your business." This conversation must have looked strange, a full grown man speaking so deferentially to a child.
"No need to apologize, you didn't know." The shopkeeper bowed his head and returned to his chair and pipe, apparently having lost interest in the still crying girl.
She must have been in shock. It had been a rather traumatizing event for her. I pretended I couldn't see the wet spot on the front of her skirt as I walked over to her. When I touched her arm, she jumped like I had shocked her, and she hurriedly pulled her hood back up.
"Are you okay?" It looked like she had stopped crying, but now she was looking at me like she couldn't believe what she was seeing.
"Ah, Thank you." The girl bent into a deep bow, and continued speaking to the floor. "I...I...Thank you!"
"Don't worry about it." As I was speaking the girl was staring intently at my face with something that looked like determination.
"Thank you!" The girl repeated, but before I could say another word, she turned and tried to run out of the shop. Her foot slipped on the wet floor where she had been standing and she stumbled, but she caught herself a the last second before falling. From the side, I could see that she was blushing deeply, but she refused to look back. Instead, she started running again, because she was clutching her cloak in front of her to cover her wet skirt, she was forced to take small strides. I decided it would be better if no one told her the back of her skirt and cloak were wet as well, at least the cloak was dark enough to mostly hide the evidence.
'Shrouded One.' I never did figure out what that title meant, or why I couldn't see her stats. It seemed unlikely I would meet her again, but I would have to try and at least get her name if we ever did.
"Ready to go?" Lili laid her hand on my head, she was holding the box containing the board game beneath her arm. It seemed as though she had bought the game while I was distracted with the strange elf girl.
"Yeah I guess." Once we had left the shop I turned and apologized to Lili. "I'm sorry, mother. I spent all the money you gave me."
"I know." She rubbed my head again. "I saw what happened. Don't worry, you did the right thing. If anything I should be the one apologizing. I should have been the one to do something. I'm the adult after all." Lili gave a small smile. "Although sometimes you make me lose confidence as an adult, Kyler."
I didn't know quite how to respond to that, so I stayed quiet. Lili laughed, and just like that she was back to her usual cheery self.
"Wait until Jars hears this story. Kyler Sol, Champion of Justice. He'll be so proud." I couldn't help but laugh at that. I didn't consider myself to have done anything extraordinary, it seemed like common sense to stop a man from threatening a little girl. I was more concerned at how quick the man was to discriminate based on race, or would it be species? I would love to meet another elf, or any other race, maybe there were dwarves or something too, but if humans were so hostile towards them that might be difficult.
Lili and I, having found a suitable gift for Jars, made our way back toward the city gate.
As we were passing the little restaurant where we had eaten, I noticed a red faced Natalie sweeping just outside the door. The reason for her embarrassment was fairly obvious. A wire was stretched across the small gap between the restaurant and the adjacent building, and hanging from the wire was a pair of still wet panties and i stained skirt. Perhaps the publicness of the soiled clothes was part of the punishment given by Nat's mother. When I looked at Nat's status one more time, I learned the rest of the girl's punishment.
Equipment: Diaper(small)-Absorbency 100
I almost laughed out loud, the poor girl. I wondered if she realized that this two year old had been out of diapers longer than her.
The guards at the gate told Lili and I to be careful on the way home as we left the town. I wasn't looking forward to the long walk home, but I was an Editor, so it wouldn't hard.
Sorry this chapter took a bit longer than I expected, but I hope it was worth it. Let me know what you think, and what you would like to see in the future. Cheers! |
Chapter 5
The Party
Status Skills
Name: Kyler Sol Language: 100/100
Title: The Editor Speaking: 100/100
Age: 2 Crawling: 100/100
HP: 35/35 Reading: 100/100
MP: 1/1 Walking: 91/100
STA: 30/30 Toilet Training: 100/100
Vit: 19 Smooth Talking: 8/100
End: 17
Str: 18
Def: 14
Res: 13
Dex: 20
Agi: 22
Cha: 25
Int: 43
Mag: 1
Equipment: None
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On the way back home I was once again pleasantly surprised when I examined my stats. [smooth talking] was a new skill, did I get it from paying off that shopkeeper? The Charisma stat was new too, and it was already so high. Was that because of my maxed out speaking skill? It was hard to say, but I wasn't about to complain. What would it be like if I maxed out [smooth talking]? Would I suddenly become a silver tongued devil who could charm anyone? I was tempted to try it out, but I decided I could always raise it later, and the last thing I needed was for people to get suspicious of the already highly skilled two year old.
Upon arriving back home, Lili and I were surprised to see Jars there, he was home much earlier than usual. As it turned out, Jars had saved the duke from some sort of assassination attempt, and so the duke gave Jars the rest of the day off. Furthermore, Duke Rowen insisted on throwing a birthday party for Jars at the castle, the duke wouldn't hear any of Jars' protests, so any plans we had of a small party at our house were gone.
Jars' birthday wasn't for another week, but it was decided that we would give Jars his gift right away; considering the new party plans, and the fact that it would be hard to keep the game we had bought hidden in such a small house.
"Ohh, Captains' game is it?" Jars looked excited when he saw his gift. "And a nice looking set too. Where'd you find it? I haven't played this since I was a boy."
It seemed like the present was a hit. Jars immediately went about setting up the board, and it was me who got roped into playing against him.
"Isn't Kyler a bit young to be playing a strategy game like this?" Lili's voice echoed my thoughts.
"Nonsense, I've been playing since I was around his age. There's no better time to learn. Besides, the boy's practically a genius right? I'm sure he'll pick it up in no time. He might even beat me some day." Jars laughed. I scrolled through his skills, and sure enough, [Captains' game] was listed before even [Reading], and what's more it was at 92/100.
Isn't this like a chess master facing a kid who's never played before?
As expected I didn't win against Jars even once. I still barely knew the rules of the game. It looked and played similar to chess. Each player took turns moving one of their pieces on the tiled board, but it was the pieces themselves that were different. The objective was still the same, take the opponents King, I could understand that much, but learning all the other pieces and their interactions took longer than a couple games. Instead of the Queen from chess, there was the Captain. The Captain made up one fourth of the King's guard, and if any of the King's guard were adjacent to the King when a piece would take the King, one of the King's guard would die instead. Furthermore, if any piece took a member of the King's guard, both pieces would be removed, unless the attacking piece was an assassin. There were so many rules that I didn't know until Jars would use one of them to beat me. If two Cavalry were next to each other, they can both move simultaneously in a straight line. Archers could only attack from two spaces away. The rule that lead to my most recent loss was that if the King managed to personally take four enemy pieces, the King would be elevated to Dragon King, a much more powerful version of King. Although I preferred to use my lack of knowledge as an excuse, the truth was Jars was an excellent player, and I was nowhere near his level, yet.
Captains' Game: 1/100
I was sorely tempted to max out the skill and teach Jars a lesson, but I held back. Not only would it be incredibly unusual, but I was also determined to beat him on my own merit, without supernatural help.
Even so, isn't the skill too slow to increase? I must have played a dozen games, and it's still at 1/100. Just how long did Jars play to get to 92?
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By the day of the party [Captains' game] had reached 10/100, and [strategy], another newly acquired skill, was at 23/100. I had improved greatly since my first time playing, but I had still not beaten Jars even a single time. I hadn't even been able to beat Lili, who was about about half as skilled as Jars.
On the morning of Jars' birthday, Lili had fallen ill. It didn't appear to be serious, and she refused Jars' offer to call a healer, but she would be unable to attend the party. Jars even offered to cancel the party, and risk upsetting the duke, but Lili refused that as well. She insisted that Jars go and have fun on his birthday.
When the time came for us to depart, I was dressed in what I assumed was formal wear. It was basically just a black tunic, with matching black trousers, and a belt with a silver buckle over top. Apparently black cloth was expensive to produce in this world, so I'm sure my outfit was rather extravagant,
But isn't black a little too somber?
It felt like we were going to a funeral rather than a party. Jars wore similar looking attire, the main difference was that he wore a fancy looking ornamental sword on his belt, although in his case it might not have been strictly ornamental.
Before we left, Jars went to check on Lili again. She was resting, but struck with an idea, I examined her status. Sure enough, there was a [sick] penalty that was limiting her stats. I tried editing it, and sure enough, her stats returned to normal. Hopefully now she would be able to wake up feeling healed.
Leaving the house, Jars picked me up and sat me inside the horse drawn carriage that the duke had sent for us. I guess being the guest of honor to royalty had its perks. As the carriage bumped and jostled its way down the road, I was busy wondering what the party would be like. I was expecting an over the top affair, but if someone as young as myself was invited, it must not be out of control, at least I hoped not. From what I could remember, the only time I had let myself get dragged to a club in my last life consisted of me sitting at a table while everyone else was either drunk or high, or both. My increasingly off-topic thoughts were interrupted by Jars.
"Don't be too nervous about tonight Kyler." Jars ruffled my hair and laughed like he knew what I was thinking. I guess I was a bit nervous, but I wasn't about to admit that. "Just relax and have fun."
"Okay"
"But if any spinsters ask you to dance, just run away." Jars laughed again. "We're here to have fun, not to get you betrothed." I laughed, but I sincerely hoped Jars was not being serious. The last thing I needed was to be roped into an arranged, political marriage. That's something that happened in these fantasy settings, right?
Before I knew it, we had arrived at the city, I much preferred riding in a carriage over walking. The guards at the gate waved us through without stopping us, I guess we were expected. Looking out the window as the carriage made its way through the streets towards the castle, I couldn't help but be awed once again at the imposing sight of the castle. The sun was just beginning to set behind the castle, casting an enormous shadow over the town.
When the carriage halted in front of the castle, the door swung open to reveal a stone path flanked by flowers leading through the courtyard to the main entrance. A number of masked individuals bowed to Jars and me as we stepped out of the carriage. Jars informed me that the people wearing masks were the servants of the castle.
We were led into the entry hall of the castle where we were met by a loud, fat man. He seemed to be rather short as well, but it was hard to tell from my perspective, he was more than head shorter than Jars. He was introduced as Duke Rowen, ruler of this castle, and of the country, or duchy maybe, I never payed close attention to the geography.
"And this is my son Kyler." Jars presented me to the duke. It was in that moment that I realized I had no knowledge of the etiquette involved in addressing a duke. So I had no choice but to wing it and hope for the best.
"honor to meet you sir." I bowed.
"Ho ho, a polite young man, isn't he? I'm sure you'll grow up to be a great warrior like your father. And then you can come work for me, haha." Duke Rowen laughed jovially.
"I will do my best sir." I shot a glance at Jars, and he nodded back. I was relieved at least I didn't mess up horribly.
"Come then, let's go join the party." Rowen placed one hand on my head and steered us towards what I assumed to be a banquet hall.
I was stunned upon entering the room. It was enormous, our house could fit in the room a dozen times over, and two stacked on top of each other still wouldn't reach the ceiling. There were hundreds of people present; they were dancing, mingling, and sitting at any of the dozens of tables scattered throughout the hall.
As the duke led us to the front of the room, where an elevated table stood, we passed table after table laden with foods I had never seen before.
As soon as we approached the head table, a tall, abnormally thin man with a bald head approached us.
"Duke Rowen." The bald man barely inclined his head to the duke before turning to face Jars, looking down his nose as if observing something unpleasant. "Captain Sol, a word if you please."
"Marquess Kaulder." Jars acknowledged the man brusquely, it seemed like Jars and this man Kaulder didn't care for each other. "I don't suppose I can decline."
"I should think not." the marquess puffed himself up in indignation. "I have been trying to contact you for months now. I insist you come to the border and instruct the troops there. Your position as Captain of the Guard demands..."
"My position demands I guard the duke, not go off to some obscure border town to teach farmers how to swing a sword."
"Come along my boy" As the conversation became more heated, the duke led me toward the table, away from the two men. "The last thing I want is to get caught up in an argument with those two." The duke laughed loudly. "Come along now, I want you to meet someone."
As we reached the high table I could still hear the voices of Jars and Kaulder over the talking and music that filled the room. I couldn't quite make out everything they were saying, but I definitely heard the words "upstart commoner" and "prick." I didn't know why Jars and the marquess seemed to dislike each other so much, but my thoughts were soon diverted as the duke spoke again.
"Kyler, this is my daughter, Miranda. Miranda, do try to get along, won't you?" The duke indicated the young girl sitting at the table.
"Pleased to meet you My Lady." I introduced my self to the duke's daughter with my limited etiquette.
"Hmph." Miranda snorted and turned her head at my words. The duke just laughed and wandered off in search of a drink.
I climbed into the empty seat on Miranda's right, but she refused to look my way. She had thick red hair that was pulled back into a pony tail, showing off the silver chain that lay on the pale skin of her neck. She was wearing a short black dress with light blue embroidery running along the seams.
"What are you looking at boy?" Oops, I guess I was staring too long, but I think calling me boy was a bit much, she looked like she was about a year older than me; her status listed her age as four.
"You. You're cute." But the attitude could use some work. I was so close to saying the last part out loud, but I thought making an enemy of the duke's daughter wasn't the best thing I could do. I wasn't lying, her face was very cute, she would surely grow up to be a great beauty.
At my words Miranda blushed slightly, but refused to give up her standoffish attitude.
"Who...Who are you anyway?" She had apparently forgotten the duke's introduction.
"I'm Kyler Sol, son of Captain Jars Sol."
"Oh...Right. I knew that!" Whatever you say girl.
I had to work to make conversation with Miranda. She seemed like a nice girl once I got to know her, but her attitude had probably scared most people off, so I doubted she had many friends her age.
"Are you enjoying the party Miranda?" I asked her, between mouthfuls of food. As we were talking, a servant had brought me a plate full of food. I hadn't asked for anything, but I was grateful nonetheless. I made sure to thank the servant, which seemed to surprise him, but it was hard to tell behind the mask. I wasn't even sure if it was actually a guy to be honest.
"I guess so." ...Come on Miranda, you need to give me more than that to work with.
"Do you want to dance?" I stood up. There was a small band of people playing various string instruments. The music could best be described as Classical, but it was somehow entirely unique.
"What? But I...No I couldn't...I don't..." She looked so surprised she almost forgot to have an attitude.
Bowing with one hand behind my back, I extended my other hand to Miranda.
"Please, Princess Miranda, won't you give me this dance." I was pretty sure 'Princess' wasn't the right title for the daughter of a duke, but what girl doesn't want to be a princess, right?
"I...okay." Miranda seemed a lot more subdued as she stood up and took my hand. I wasn't terribly confident in my dancing ability, but I figured as a kid, no one expects much in the first place. So it was unlikely I would make too much of a fool of myself, and if I did, no one would likely mind it.
I led Miranda to a clear corner of the dance floor, hopefully we wouldn't attract as much attention if we were out of the way. Now that we were both standing up, I noticed that Miranda was more than a few inches taller than me. I was pretty sure that was supposed to be a bad thing for dancing, but I didn't know enough about dancing to know for sure. Nevertheless, still holding one of her hands in my own, I placed one hand firmly on Miranda's waist, which caused her to jump slightly, and we began dancing. Although I called it dancing, it was really just swaying back and forth to the music, but it was fun regardless.
As we continued dancing, Miranda began to relax. She started smiling, and she even laughed when I attempted to spin her around, hampered by the height difference.
There didn't seem to be any distinct songs, with clear end points, as the band played continuously. I lost track of time as we immersed ourselves in the music, and the feeling of our bodies moving back and forth.
I noticed a group of strange looking men were glaring at Miranda and me from the edge of the room. They were watching us dance and whispering amongst themselves. I couldn't be sure who they were, but my best guess was that they were suitors hoping to marry into the duke's family. Whatever the case, I wasn't fond of the way they were looking at me, so as we reached a lull in the music, I let go of Miranda's waist and stepped back from her. She looked surprised, and a bit sad at the sudden change. When I tried to let go of her hand she redoubled her grip on my hand. That was some finger strength she had.
"Just...Just a little longer please." Miranda looked at me with wide eyes. How could I refuse?
"Of course. We can go for as long as you like." Truth be told, I was having fun too. It was the first time I had gotten to spend time with someone my age.
As we continued dancing, I decided to cheat just a little, and I opened up my status. Sure enough I had a new skill.
Dancing: 12/100
I increased the skill just a little, not all the way, just to 50. Almost immediately I felt my movements become smoother and more sure. Up to this point our dancing had been awkward and stilted, but now it felt organic as I led Miranda around the dance floor. She seemed to notice the change to some extent, but she took it in stride, and we both smiled as we continued to dance. I decided to peek at Miranda's stats, maybe I would increase her [Dancing] skill too, it was only fair. I increased her skill by 20 points or so, but something else on her status caught my attention.
Capacity: 207/250
She must have known that she needed a bathroom. It would certainly explain why her dancing had become more and more stiff over the past few minutes. Why didn't she say something? Was it an etiquette thing? Whatever the case, it was only going to get worse, and I certainly didn't want to be responsible for the duke's daughter, not to mention my new friend, wetting herself in the middle of a big party. If I was going to do something I didn't have much time. Especially considering her [Toilet training] skill was 76/100, I doubted very much whether she could last much longer.
"Miranda." I kept dancing so as to not attract attention, but I whispered in Miranda's ear.
"Huh?" Miranda gasped at the sudden stimulus.
"Are you alright?" I was trying to be tactful, but I didn't have much experience with this sort of thing.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine." Miranda was biting her bottom lip.
"You, uh, don't happen to need to use the bathroom, do you?" If she was going to be difficult, I would have to be more direct.
"Ah...No, I..." Tears were welling up in Miranda's eyes. This was bad, I definitely didn't want to make her cry.
"Well, you know. It's just that I need to use the bathroom, but I don't know where one is around here. So I was thinking if you needed to go, then we could just go together." I made up a ridiculous story on the spot, but Miranda looked ready to grasp any lifeline thrown her way.
"Oh, haha, is that all? I can show you for sure, since you need to go and all." We had stopped dancing now, but Miranda was still dancing in her own way. Bending slightly at the knees, she was swaying back and forth. 215/250. Time's running out.
We needed a speedy exit, but looking around I saw the men from before were still glaring at me, they looked like they were just waiting for us to leave the dance floor so they could corner Miranda. What we really needed was a distraction. I found one in the form of a young woman, a teenager, 16 years old according to her status. She was yelling at a servant about something. Her screaming was already attracting attention, but I needed something a bit more drastic. I said a silent apology to the girl and edited her bladder capacity to 500/500. Without looking back I led Miranda by the hand and quickly headed for the nearest door. I heard a shriek from behind me, followed by astonished gasps from the witnesses.
Escaping through the door, Miranda and I found ourselves in a long, empty corridor. Even though I had led us out this door, I had no idea where the nearest bathroom was. Miranda probably knew, but she wasn't in a good position to lead at the moment. 220/250.
"Miranda, is there a bathroom somewhere down this hall?" At my words Miranda looked around, in her desperation she seemed to have momentarily forgotten where we were.
"Yeah...er, I think it's pretty close."
That was good enough for me, so I started running down the hall, still holding Miranda's hand. Miranda was running with one hand pressed between her legs, but she was still holding on for the moment. We passed a number of doors, but they all looked the same, and I didn't have time to stop and check each one. I hoped Miranda would recognize the right door when we came to it.
"Ah. Here, it's here." Miranda stopped suddenly, jerking me to a halt as Miranda opened the door to reveal a small room with a single toilet. 230/250.
"Oh good, I'll just wait out..." As I was speaking Miranda rushed inside, which would have been fine, except that she never let go of my hand. I was yanked inside the bathroom before Miranda slammed the door shut. Seriously, her grip strength was a bit ridiculous.
Miranda was at 235/250 and already decreasing as she yanked down her panties, black, and threw herself on the toilet, all while never letting go of my hand, it was actually pretty impressive.
Miranda sighed in relief as she was finally able to release her aching bladder. Her pee was splashing noisily into the bowl beneath her when she suddenly gasped and looked at me, as if she just realized I was there.
I instinctively tired to pull my hand free, bracing myself for the screaming and violence that was sure to come, but still, Miranda would not let go of my hand.
"Don't....Don't look." Miranda looked away, blushing. I hadn't expected this reaction, but I dutifully turned around, and as the sound of her pee finally stopped, Miranda released my hand. I knew better than to turn around right now, so I just massaged my fingers to help the circulation return.
"Thank you...Kyler." Miranda hugged me from behind, and she even called me by my name for the first time. I felt kind of awkward thanks to the whole situation, but I was happy.
"Don't mention it, why don't we head back....?" After Miranda released me, I started walking towards the door. Before I got far, Miranda grabbed my collar from behind and pulled me back.
"Wait." I turned around to see Miranda's blushing face. She wouldn't meet my eyes as she fiddled with her hair and skirt. "You said that you needed to use the bathroom, so you should go."
"Oh right. Well why don't you just..." I gestured towards the door.
"No!" She voice was suddenly loud in the small room. "Kyler heard everything, all of my embarrassing...It's only fair. It's your turn now."
Oh man, I did not expect anything like this. Although I had been growing quickly recently, both in height as well as 'other' places. I had no desire to show off right now.
"Fine." I did have to go, not urgently though. "But you have to turn around, and you better not peek."
"I won't, I won't." Miranda had a mischievous look in her eye as she turned around.
"I'm serious you know. If you look I'll..." I cast my mind for a suitable threat. "I'll let everyone know that you still wet the bed."
"What!?" Miranda spun back around, her face dyed pink once again. "How do you know that?"
"Well I didn't, but you just told me." I grinned devilishly. "Now turn around, and no peeking."
"Uuuuhh fine." Miranda moaned as she turned around. "You meanie."
Not sure how long my threats would keep Miranda contained, I quickly relieved myself. I was self conscious about the sound, but at least it was over quickly. When I was finished I made sure Miranda washed her hands with the water and soap provided.
"Okay Miranda, let's head back." I held out my right hand, my left had been through enough punishment for one day.
"Mira..." Miranda spoke so softly I could barely hear what she said. "You can call me Mira."
I couldn't help but smile.
"Let's go, Mira." Mira beamed and took my hand as we made our way back to the banquet hall.
When we arrived Duke Rowen was leading some sort of toast as he stood next to Jars. I also noticed a servant cleaning up a suspicious looking puddle near the dance floor.
I'm sorry Mister (Miss?) Servant, that one was my fault.
Mira and I made our way back to the head table as the duke finished speaking.
It seemed as thought the party was winding down, and Jars was eager to get back home to see to his sick wife. Duke Rowen walked with us to the courtyard where we had come in. The duke understood when the situation was explained to him. He had been disappointed that Lili hadn't come to the party, but he wished her a speedy recovery, and even offered to send over a skilled healer, if she didn't feel better soon. As we were preparing to leave Mira came running up and grabbed both of my hands.
"You have to promise to come and visit soon."
"Okay, I promise." Mira looked so happy that even the joking remarks from the duke about a boyfriend didn't phase her.
I waved goodbye to Mira as Jars and I left the castle. Mira kept waving until we got into our carriage, and the duke led her back inside It was late, and I soon found myself drifting off to sleep as the carriage traveled through the now moonlit city.
One more chapter done, sorry this one took a bit longer than expected. As always, let me know what you think. I'd love to hear any comments or questions you might have. |
Hey everyone, sorry for the delay. This is a short chapter, and it contains no omo-content. Originally I was going to make this half of a much longer chapter, but it took me long enough to even get this part finished. So I figured I would go ahead and post it. I'm less enthusiastic about the current arc that the story is in, but I'm really looking forward to to later plots. Sorry if this chapter feels rushed, or if there are mistakes, I didn't really proofread it. I hope you enjoy. Thanks!
Chapter 6
Phoenix
Status Skills
Name: Kyler Sol Language: 100/100
Title: The Editor Speaking: 100/100
Age: 3 Crawling: 100/100
HP: 45/45 Reading: 100/100
MP: 1/1 Walking: 100/100
STA: 38/38 Toilet Training: 100/100
Vit: 22 Smooth Talking: 23/100
End: 25 Captain's Game: 16/100
Str: 20 Strategy: 29/100
Def: 17 Dancing: 50/100
Res: 15
Dex: 28
Agi: 24
Cha: 41
Int: 48
Mag: 1
Equipment: None
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The weeks following the party were uneventful. I devoted myself once again to training my body and my stats. I would go running outside almost every morning, Lili didn't mind so long as I never lost sight of the house. I'm sure in her mind I was just playing, and in a way I guess I was. I also tried to train my mind, by playing the Captain's game with Lili or Jars. I finally managed to beat Lili once, but I wasn't convinced she didn't just let me win. Whatever the case, Lili and I were in the middle of a game when Jars announced that he would have to leave on a trip. I was certainly surprised, but Lili didn't appear too shocked, like she had seen it coming.
As it turned out, Jars had finally been asked by the duke to travel to the border to assist the Marquess Kaulder in military training. I had met the marquees briefly at the party, it seemed like Jars and Kaulder didn't get along particularly well. The duke had likely grown tired of the constant solicitations by the marquess, and had finally ordered Jars to help, if only to quiet down Kaulder.
It was decided that Jars would travel alone, the border was less than safe, and relations with the neighboring kingdom seemed tenuous at best. Lili and I would remain at home, where it was safe. The journey would take about a month in each direction. Jars thought it would only take a couple weeks to train the troops in some basic techniques, but it would still be close to three months before he would be back.
In the days leading up to Jars' departure, Lili and Jars took advantage of every night they had together. They were both still young, and I couldn't really blame them for it, but I would really need to learn to sleep deeper, or invest in some thicker walls if I wanted to get any sleep. Sleep deprived as I was, I felt better than ever. I could feel myself getting stronger each day, and the improvements were reflected in my stats too. Although I was still in the body of a child, I finally felt like I had full control of my movements. I was growing nicely as well. There wasn't exactly a meter stick I could measure myself with, but I came up to Jars' midriff, and he was a rather tall man.
When the day finally arrived for Jars to leave his bags were packed and a carriage was waiting for him in front of the house. With one final, passionate kiss he said goodbye to Lili, and he crouched down and ruffled my hair as well.
"See ya, son. Take care of your mother for me."
It was a cliched line, but he didn't seem to notice. I answered in the affirmative and told him goodbye. With a wink and a grin he was gone, out the door and into the carriage.
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The house felt strangely quiet with Jars gone. It was strange, he was normally gone most of the day anyway, but now the house seemed empty without him. Nevertheless, we quickly returned to our daily routines. I would train and play outside, Lili would manage the house and the affairs, and she would teach me about various things, the world, language, or whatever happened to come up. It was far from a formal school, but I still enjoyed learning from her. My favorite topic was magic, of all the craziness that I had experienced in coming to this world, magic was still the one thing that felt totally alien to me. For whatever reason, Lili always seemed hesitant to talk about magic, but when I asked often enough she would usually tell me at least a little bit.
"What kind of magic can you use?" I asked Lili one evening when she was sitting at the table after dinner. On a previous occasion, she had explained that when one's magic was awakened there was a certain type, or sometimes types, of magic which that individual could use. Any attempts to cast magic outside of one's affinity would lead to mediocre results at best.
"Kyler, you should know not to ask a lady something like that. I raised you better." Lili scoffed in mock indignation. Apparently your affinity was rather personal information, and it was considered rude to ask about it.
"Please?" I pouted, making the same face I used whenever I wanted something from her.
"Oh, very well." Lili laughed and began telling the story with a wistful look in her eyes. "When I was younger, I had a very strong affinity to fire. I was absolutely awful when it came to any other type of magic, but I was the best at fire. When I was in school, they called me 'Phoenix'. No one could control fire the way I could."
"Wow!" I knew her Magic stat was high, but I had never heard anything about her being a famous fire-magic user. "Will you show me some magic? Please?"
"I can't, I'm sorry Kyler." Lili smiled, sadly. "I swore to myself, I'd never use magic again. No matter what." She stood up and turned away from where I was sitting, her smile gone.
"What? Why?" I was very surprised, I had assumed I had never seen her use magic just because there had never been an opportunity.
"I just..." Lili seemed uncomfortable, and she glanced out the window.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." It seemed like this might not be something she would want to discuss with her son.
"No, it's okay." Lili sighed and laughed. Leaning against the wall, she turned to face me. "You always act so mature Kyler, don't forget to be a kid while you're at it.
I swore off magic when I discovered I was pregnant with you."
I waited quietly as Lili continued her tale.
"I was so wild as a kid. Brash and stupid. You must be more mature now than I was at 16, Kyler. I was arrogant too. I was unbeatable when it came to magic, and I made sure everyone else knew it as well. If anyone challenged me I would burn them. People rarely die in magic duels, but I...I hurt people. Fire can only destroy."
Lili sat down, she looked very small, very vulnerable.
"What happened?"
"I lost." Lili looked up and smiled. "I finally met my match. Your father. We were in school together. He ah... well, I was, it wasn't really bullying. But your father found me 'playing' with some younger girls. And so, he challenged me to a duel right there. He was always the noble like that, to the point of foolishness sometimes.
Jars must have had the weakest magic in the entire school. He was a skilled swordsman, but his magic was just awful. He had an affinity for wind magic, but he could barely make a gentle gust of wind, let alone anything useful for a duel. So I told him if he could lay a finger on me it would be his win.
"As soon as the duel started I fired half a dozen fireballs at him. He didn't even try and dodge. It was the silliest thing I've ever seen." Lili giggled. "This guy didn't even try to use magic, he didn't draw his sword. All he did was sprint at me full speed. I didn't have time to cast more magic, before I could even react he reached me. By my own rules it was his win. I'll never forget the triumphant look on his face as he grabbed me, as soon as he touched me he passed out. Even with a healer, it took three weeks in bed for his burns to recover.
I watched over him while he recovered, and eventually we fell in love and got married, but he taught me something important in that duel."
"What was it?"
"It's. a. secret." Lili stuck her tongue out at me. "A lady has to keep some of her secrets. The point is, for me, magic would always mean more fighting and more enemies. As soon as I found out I was pregnant, I swore I would never use magic again. Fire and children don't mix. Especially in a wooden house."
Lili stood up and I knew the conversation was over. I was soon ushered off to bed, but I laid awake for a long while thinking about what Lili had talked about. I'm sure there was more to the story, but I wouldn't press her for information. I could understand that magic, especially fire magic, would be extremely dangerous, especially around kids. If she had decided not to use magic anymore, the least I could do would be to respect her decision.
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The next day, my morning exercise had brought me close to the edge of the forest. Although, Lili had often warned me not to leave sight of the house when I was out exploring, the nearby woods were still mostly inside that range, at least the edge of the woods were. I had been wanting to explore inside the woods for sometime, but when Jars told me about the kinds of vicious magical beasts that lived in the forest my enthusiasm had been somewhat curbed. Even so, that didn't stop me from exploring right on the edge of the woods. The world seemed to grow unnaturally quiet when I reached the tree line. I would have expected the sound of birds and other animals to grow louder as I got close to the forest, but when I stood in the long, cool shadows cast by the ancient trees, everything grew silent.
I stood motionless for a long while, staring into the dark forest. The thick tops of the trees prevented any sunlight from penetrating to the forest floor, the inky black darkness meant I could only see a few feet into the forest from where I stood. Every instinct in my body said this forest was a dangerous place, but still I was curious. I wanted to step inside and see what it was like from the inside. This was not the first time I had felt such an impulse, but every time prior, I could not take another step forward. Maybe today...
I wrenched my left foot up from where it had been safely planted in the grass, and I slowly let it fall forward into the unknown depths of the forest.
The moment my foot touched the soil a single bird cry pierced the silence with its warning, making me start. Immediately a cacophony broke out as every bird in the forest seemed to begin shrieking simultaneously. I stumbled backwards, and scrambled on my hands before I was able to regain my feet, and my composure. I had retreated more than twenty feet from the imposing trees before I calmed down slightly.
Looking around, I brushed my hands on my shirt, glad no one was around to see my overreaction. Glancing back towards my house, I froze. Something was not quite right. I could see smoke rising from the house. Much more than would be seen form a simple cooking fire. Great billowing clouds of dark grey smoke were filling the sky.
I started walking towards the house. It was probably from behind the house, a bush fire somewhere on the horizon.
Walking faster now, nearly a jog. My house came into full view, wreathed in flames, smoke poured into the sky.
Sprinting. Some sort of accident. Lili would be fine, a house could be rebuilt. People would see the smoke, help would have already arrived.
I reached the house panting, gasping for breath in the oppressive smoke and heat of the inferno that had engulfed the house.
"Lili!" I screamed, looking desperately for where she could possibly be. Anything, any sign, anywhere but inside that house. Nothing. No response.
Trying not to hyperventilate from panic I pulled my shirt up over my mouth and nose. I pushed open the smoldering door with my shoulder, wincing at the scorching heat. I crawled into the building, eyes stinging from the smoke.
"LILI!" I coughed as the smoke entered my lungs. I had to find her, I knew she was in here. I just knew it.
I screamed as a section of the flaming roof collapsed just next to me, covering me in burning ashes. As I coughed, and tried to clear my eyes, I found her.
Lili was laying amidst the fiery ruins of the kitchen, miraculously unburned. I immediately looked at her stats, she was alive, barely. Her HP was dangerously low, and still decreasing. I forced the stat back up to maximum, but it started decreasing again right away. I had to get her out of here. I grabbed Lili by her shoulders and pulled with all my might; she didn't move. I wasn't strong enough, even with my abnormal stats for my age. She was at least twice my body weight. I raised my Strength stat as high as it would go before I got a warning message, and I tried again, pulling with all my might. She moved, not much, but it might have been enough to get us out of that hell.
Progress was made by inches as each pull brought us closer to the exit, but I could feel the smoke and exhaustion sapping my strength. The door was in sight, we were almost out when the world collapsed around me. With a groaning screech, the burning wood gave way and the entire roof gave out, raining down fire.
I was honestly surprised to be alive. If there was a luck stat that I couldn't see it must have been rather high. The roof had collapsed in such a way that I was only pelted with flaming bits of wood. Ignoring the searing pain as flames licked my body I grabbed Lili again and pulled with all my strength. She didn't move, a portion of the roof had pinned her down, making it impossible for me to move her with my current strength. I just needed more strength, when I tried to increase my strength even more I got the same warning as before. Exceeding my bodies capabilities? Damage could occur?
"Like I give a damn." I growled through clenched teeth. I had two options, either my strength would increase, or my mother would die. As far as I was concerned, that was only one option. I screamed as every muscle fiber in my body protested as I strained to pull Lili from the smoldering wreckage of the house. Responding to my demands, my strength drastically increased as I managed to pull her out from under the roof and out of the house.
My muscles were screaming and begging me to rest as we were finally free of the fire, but Lili was still hurt. I was maintaining her HP, but she was still unconscious and her breathing was labored. No matter what I did, her health kept decreasing, slowly but surely. She needed a doctor, or healer, whoever could help her. For that, she would need to get to the town. I was sure someone would have seen the smoke from the city, but still no one had arrived. I steeled myself, and I grabbed Lili once more.
Lili's condition was worsening, I had started the long process of dragging her to Ronoa, but it was a still a long trip. I could have tried leaving her and going for help, but with her HP still decreasing I didn't want to leave her alone. I was the only one who could do this. I just needed to be stronger, and faster.
I grabbed Lili by the shoulders, and tried to keep her head steady as I kept moving. I increased all my stats to keep myself going. There were no longer any warning messages, but I could feel my body falling apart. My muscles bulged and tore my skin, blood spilled out as my body was slowly torn apart by the effort. To hell with the consequences, I was in a race against time. Would I reach the city before my body gave out? I ran.
The city came into sight, but it was still an unbearably long way away. My body was slowing and I could feel my consciousness fading away. Tears clouded my view as I looked towards the still distant city. I barely noticed that I had stopped moving, my body wouldn't listen to me anymore. Something was coming closer. A carriage of some sort, I could see city guards. They were coming for us, they could help, they would save Lili. They had to.
Please.
Help. |
Alive
<font face="courier new"> Status Skills
Name: Kyler Sol Language: 100/100
Title: The Editor, Son of the Phoenix Speaking: 100/100
Status: Over Limit Crawling: 100/100
Age: 3 Reading: 100/100
HP: 12/50 Walking: 100/100
MP: 1/1 Toilet Training: 100/100
STA: 0/43 Smooth Talking: 23/100
Vit: 1/25 Captain's Game: 16/100
End: 1/29 Strategy: 29/100
Str: 1/22 Dancing: 50/100
Def: 1/21
Res: 1/16
Dex: 1/36
Agi: 1/28
Cha: 1/44
Int: 1/50
Mag: 1
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There was only Darkness.
My strength was gone.
My consciousness drifted away as my body collapsed.
As someone who had actually died before, I could say it felt a lot like dying.
Except this was much more painful.
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As soon as I awoke, I immediately wished that I had not. Everything hurt.
I was certain that my body was on fire, it was so hot, and it hurt so much.
I tried to move, to scream. I tried to open my eyes, nothing happened.
My body was not my own, there existed nothing in the world except my pain.
"..."
There was a voice, I was certain, but my ears could not hear the words,
or perhaps my brain could not understand. Even so, the voice brought me comfort.
A cold cloth was pressed against my forehead, quenching the fire that burned across my face.
I would have cried if my body could do anything of the sort, the relief was amazing.
I once again slipped into the sweet reprieve of sleep, or maybe death, it was hard to tell.
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The pain was not as bad this time, but it still felt as though red hot irons were thrust
into all of my joints, searing my body from the inside. I tried moving my hand, and it worked,
or at least I thought it did. It was hard to tell without seeing it.
I opened my eyes and groaned as the light stabbed daggers deep into my skull through my eyes.
"...?"
The voice? No, no. Just a voice. But I could almost make out what it was saying.
"...Rowen. Tell him the boy's awake, somehow."
Staying awake was far too painful, I tried to slip back into unconsciousness,
but the relief would not come. There was no way to tell how much time had passed,
but it felt like soon after that I heard a new voice.
"Miranda, why don't you see if you can get another compress for Kyler?"
It was Duke Rowen, or at least it sounded like it. My vision still consisted of mostly
colored blobs and pain. Once Mira left the room, Rowen spoke to who I assumed was a healer
of some kind. I tried to focus on them so I could see their name on the stats screen, but
maybe because I had a hard time focusing on anything other than the pain, I didn't see anything.
"Well? Will he live?"
"He shouldn't even be alive now, with what his body went through. But he is improving,
so it seems likely that he'll survive."
"Good, good." Duke Rowen's face swam before my eyes, his features hazy in my limited vision.
"Can you hear me Kyler?
You're going to be just fine, so just focus on getting better."
I tried to speak, but my lips would not move and my tongue felt leaden in my mouth.
Rowen was speaking softly to the healer now, I could barely make out what they were saying.
"What do you think?"
"I don't even know where to begin. A child so young, even if he is taller than most, to sustain
such wounds and still be alive is remarkable. The burns were hard enough to heal, but you saw
the scars, it was like every muscle was strained to the point of tearing straight through the skin.
The body can only take so much before shutting down, but this boy..."
"Yes it's quite remarkable, so I'm sure you'll understand when i say that you are not to breath
a word of any of this to anyone." The Duke somehow managed to sound both threatening and jovial
at the same time.
"I've got it." Mira was back, and it sounded like the other two took that as a cue to continue
their discussion elsewhere. I tried to look around, but I was too weak. I felt Mira press
something cold against my forehead and my whole body unclenched as I drifted once again into
unconsciousness. As I faded away I felt something warm on my cheek, and heard the voice speaking to me.
"You have to get better, Okay? You have to."
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When I was finally able to move and speak I learned that three days had passed since Lili
and I were discovered collapsed in the middle of the road. Even now I could barely stay awake,
and every movement sent daggers of pain shooting through my body, but at least I was alive.
My stats were all reduced to around ten percent of their total values. It must have been the
backlash from pushing my body too hard. If the recovery continued at this rate it would be at
least a month before I was back to my normal levels. I tried manually increasing them, but I
couldn't edit my stats at all. For the moment I was less concerned about myself and my stats,
but I wanted to know how Lili was doing. She was barely clinging to life when I passed out,
but whenever I asked one of the healers about her they would just avoid the question.
"She's alive." That's all I was told, and it wasn't comforting in the least.
When I asked Duke Rowen about her he just said to focus on getting better for now,
and that he was ensuring she was well taken care of.
Miranda stayed with me almost constantly. I was glad for her presence, but
I felt bad for being such poor company. I still struggled to talk,
I tired easily and slept often, but still she stayed by my side.
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A week had passed since the incident and I was still slowly regaining my strength.
I spent most of my time in bed, talking to Mira. Occasionally I would pass out in
the middle of a conversation. One time I lost consciousness in the middle of my sentence,
and when I awoke more than an hour later, I finished my thought, without even noticing the gap.
Miranda had laughed a lot at that one, and I had to admit, it was pretty funny.
I was finally able to walk around a little, but with my greatly reduced stamina I couldn't go very far.
Just getting out of bed required most of my energy, even with MIra's help, but I tried to at least move
my body everyday, to minimize the atrophy that would surely happen with extended sedentation.
As per the recommendation of the healer, I weaned myself off the sleeping medicine I had
been using to control the pain at night. It was only then I realized the true extent of
the damage I had recieved. I was plagued by nightmares nearly every night.
Fire would tear through my mind, and more often than not I would wake up gasping for breath,
sweating heavily.
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I saw Lili standing before me, just out of my reach. I tried to run to her, to hug her,
just to confirm she was alright. I tried, but I couldn't move. I could only stare
in horror as fire swirled around us, creeping closer to where Lili was standing.
Her eyes were closed, she looked peaceful, almost like she was asleep.
I screamed her name, but no sound came out. I tried to get her attention,
to tell her to run away, but she stood there silently until the fire engulfed her.
A terrible scream tore through the silence. She was wrapped in an inferno as her
clothes were burned away and her skin turned black. The fire continued to rage until
I could no longer see anything of my mother. I screamed and struggled against my helplessness,
but I couldn't move. I couldn't breath. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I
watched the fire creep closer to me. I could feel the searing pain as the fire scorched my skin.
The last thing I saw was a horrible black hand, charred from the fire, reaching towards me.
The bed was damp with sweat when I woke up. The dreams were getting worse.
The felt real, which may not be unusual for dreams, but it still took several
minutes for me to get my breathing under control as I tried not to hyperventilate.
As I finally calmed down, I took a look around the room. Faint moonlight shone
through the window into the otherwise dark room. I was still mostly confined to
bed since the accident and I was still staying in the same boring room.
Two weeks had passed, and I was starting to feel almost normal, at least when I
wasn't asleep. My stats were back to about half of their original values,
and were increasing every day. I finally noticed what was different about the room.
Miranda. She had been my only source of conversation and companionship these past
couple weeks, and probably the only thing keeping me sane in the process.
The chair next to the bed where Mira always sat was empty, which was not
surprising for the middle of the night, but what was surprising was where I found her.
'Found' might not be the right word. It was more like I stopped being totally oblivious.
She was laying next to me in the bed. It wasn't a small bed, probably close to a
king size mattress, or should it be 'duke' sized? Certainly the bed was large
enough for two kids to share comfortably. Especially with Mira sleeping so
close to me. She was laying on her side, facing me, with one arm near the crown of my head.
It seemed likely that she had been trying to soothe me while I was sleeping,
she knew that I was having nightmares, although I hadn't told her their contents.
She had probably decided to watch over me after I fell asleep, before falling asleep
herself. She wasn't even wearing pajamas. She was still wearing the blue dress
she had on the day before. I wasn't quite sure if this world had developed the
clothes iron yet, but that dress would surely be wrinkled in the morning.
"Hey, wake up." I gently poked her cheek. "You should go sleep in your own bed."
With a groan, and while still sleeping, Mira rolled over so she was now facing away from me.
The back of her dress was a darker blue than the rest of it, and I started to wonder if the
bed was damp from more than just sweat. Sliding my hand along the bed, I was quickly met
with a wet patch, emanating from Mira. She had wet the bed.
"Hey." I shook her shoulder, but she still didn't wake up. I wasn't particularly
invested in waking her up, and likely causing a big commotion in the middle of the night.
"At least come sleep on this side, out of the wet spot." I rolled the sleeping girl closer to me.
The bed was big enough for us to both sleep on the dry half fairly comfortably. Looking at
her status, I saw that her bladder was a bit less than half full. Quite full for having
recently wet the bed, but not so full that she was likely to have another accident tonight.
Mira was still wearing her wet clothes, but there wasn't really anything that I could do about it.
I was still weak and exhausted, so I easily fell back asleep as I felt Mira clinging to me in her sleep.
There were no more nightmares that night.
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"No, no, no." I heard frantic muttering as I awoke. It was Mira, when I sat up and
rubbed the sleep from my eyes she quickly hid the dress she had been examining behind her back.
"Oh, uh, good morning Kyler."
She was desperately trying to act like nothing was wrong, but she must have been
panicking about her accident last night.
"'Morning. What are you doing?"
"Wh-what do you mean? I'm just here to keep you company like always, aren't I considerate?"
She was so cute all flustered like this, so I couldn't help but poke fun.
"Well what are you wearing exactly?" She had stripped off her wet dress, so she was
left standing in her underclothes. The dressing gown like garment was hardly less modest
than the dress that had covered it. I could see a faint yellow stain between her legs,
and along the outer edge. Whether it was a result of her accident last night, or a prior incident I
couldn't know.
"Ah!" Mira blushed bright red and held her dress up in front of herself, before obviously
remembering why she was hiding it. She spun around, revealing her stained, and still damp, butt to me.
"Close your eyes, close your eyes!" She waved her arm frantically at me, but refused to turn around to
face me.
"Sorry, sorry." I averted my eyes. "I'm not looking."
"You better not be..." There was silence as Mira pouted. I could hear the sound of rustling cloth,
it seemed Mira was getting changed. I assumed she had a spare change of clothes, as I doubted she
would willingly put her soiled clothes back on again.
After the sound stopped I opened my eyes and looked around. I was too slow to stop the pillow that was
flying towards my face.
"Ow" I was knocked back flat on the bed, laughing once the shock wore off. "I'm injured remember? Be gentle.
Handle with care."
"Idiot."
Miranda was wearing trousers now, but no matter how I looked at it they could only be sleepwear.
She must have fallen asleep before changing last night. Well at least she had something to wear now.
Mira was fidgeting back and forth while stealing glances at me. It looked like she was going to
say something, but as soon as she opened her mouth the door to the room swung open, revealing one of
maids that had been caring for me.
"Good morning Kyler. How are you feeling this morning?" Chelly would bring me my meals,
and whatever else I might need. The overly cheerful woman was probably in her early thirties.
She had short brown hair and was remarkably well endowed. "Oh hello Miranda, you're here early."
I was surprised the first time I heard Chelly call Mira by her first name, but I later learned that
Chelly had been Miranda's wet nurse, and had been with the girl practically since birth.
"I...I...I've got to go!" Mira ran out the door, still blushing red.
"Oh dear, I hope I wasn't interrupting." Chelly was laughing, I hoped there wasn't some strange
misunderstanding. "There'll be plenty of time for that when you're older, and I'll try not to
send any more girls running from your bed." With a barking laugh following her inappropriate joke,
she scooped me up in her arms like I weighed nothing. "I thought you might like a bath this morning Kyler."
The bath in the castle was wonderful. Located in the lower level, the cold dark stone leading to the
bath made it feel more like a dungeon than anything else. Chelly and I made the long trek down there
while she chatted away happily. It felt a bit strange to be carried, but I was certainly not going to
complain, not when my ride was so wonderfully cushioned.
"Oh don't worry about Miranda, she's always been a bit fussy. Even as a baby, after her mother... well,
that girl just wants to be spoiled. If you treat her right, you won't find a more loving girl."
When we finally arrived at the bath, I tried to convince Chelly that I could bathe myself, but she wasn't having it.
"You're a lord, you don't need to do anything that can be done for you." Even if I was benefiting from
my father's position, I didn't feel particularly 'lord-like', but I still wasn't going to complain.
It definitely wasn't a reverse Florence Nightingale effect or anything like that.
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Once we were back in the bedroom I noticed the sheets had been changed. I thought about saying something,
but, assuming whoever cleaned the room had found the stained dress Mira had left behind, I was sure
they figured the situation out. These castle servants would surely be discreet when handling such matters.
The day was still young, but with all the activity I was already exhausted. I was glad to be back in bed.
I had grown weak from spending so long bedridden. Looking at my stats, I appeared to be about seventy-five
percent recovered after three weeks. Soon I would return to normal, or whatever passed for normal now.
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Once again, I'm sorry for how long this chapter took, especially considering there was somewhat of a cliffhanger last time. It may be a bit short, but a least there's a little omo content this time, right? I hope you enjoyed it. I'm already working on the next chapter, and hopefully it won't take half as long as this one.
As it turns out, formatting is a bit of a pain with the updated site. So in the future I'll likely just use the default font, and not bother with the rest of it. Makes my job a bit easier I suppose, but it won't look as nice.
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Aaaand we're back. It took much longer than it should have to deliver, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless. There is little omorashi in this chapter, but I suppose if you're interested in the plot you might enjoy it. I hope so. I feel like there hasn't been a lot of omorashi in the story as a whole, but as long as people are still reading, I'll keep writing. Please, let me know what you think, and I hope you enjoy.
Broken
I was back. Back to full health; my stats had finally recovered fully, and, excluding the occasional nightmare, I was feeling like my old self again. Well maybe not my 'old' self, but back to normal anyway. I got started back on my fitness plan right away, trying to undo whatever atrophy may have occurred due to the extended time I was more or less incapacitated. I woke up early, before the sunrise I think. There was no window in my interior room, but I would always wake to the sounds of the castle coming alive, servants rushing back and forth, preparing for the day to come. Once I had fully recovered I had asked if I could move to a more fitting room. Even though the duke assured me I could stay in the same room I had been recuperating in, I politely declined. That room felt far too luxurious for me with its ornate furniture and decorations, not to mention the size was about the size of my old house. Regardless of how respected my father was, I didn't feel like being treated like royalty simply because of my last name. Instead, I selected a simple room in the servant's quarters.
Every morning I would wake up, stretch, and begin my day with as many push-ups and sit-ups as I could manage. So far 'every morning' only meant the past two days, but I had to start somewhere. As I was straining to do a couple more push-ups I heard the door behind me push open slowly.
"Ah!" The feminine voice sounded surprised. "Please forgive me, I thought you were asleep. I came to wake you, but I should have knocked. I apologize."
I stood up and brushed myself off. When I turned around I saw the figure of a girl bowing her head. I squinted my eyes against the light emanating from the lamp the girl was holding. I had not bothered to light the lamp next to my bed when I had awoken, and that may have been why the girl thought I was still asleep. She was one of the castle's maids. I had made an effort to remember all the names that I could, but I couldn't place this woman, so I cheated and snuck a peek at her stats.
"Don't worry about it, Sera." Sera looked up in surprise, obviously not expecting me to know her name. "I was sitting in the dark after all. Now did you need me for something?" This was the first time someone had been sent to wake me.
"Ah, right...The duke asked that you join him for breakfast. And so, I was sent to help you prepare this morning." Sera seemed unsure of herself, perhaps unsure of how deferential she should be to a boy less than half her age.
"Well thank you for informing me, but I am more than capable of getting ready myself. I know I've told Chelly that often enough by now."
"But...The duke was very clear. He said I should wake you up, give you a bath, and see that you're dressed appropriately for breakfast." I should have expected it, given my current age, but I had grown tired of being cared for constantly after the incident. It seemed like Sera was still inexperienced, so she was unlikely to be quick to deviate from her orders, but I just had to give her some new orders.
"I will bathe myself, but in the meantime, I would like you to find suitable clothes for me to wear. Can I count on you for that Sera?" I tried speaking in a commanding tone, to moderate success, given my age and voice.
"O-of course M'lord. I will do my best!" With that, Sera ran out of the room, leaving me in the darkness once again. At least she seemed eager enough.
"Rowen's never called me out like this, I wonder what's going on." I thought out loud as I made my way down to the bath. I was never able to guess what Duke Rowen was thinking, so I would simply have to wait until breakfast.
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"Kyler my boy! Come. Eat with me." The duke greeted me with his usual cheerful persona, and gestured to the empty seat across from him. I took my seat and examined the food on the table. A vast array of fruits and meats were artistically spread along the table between us. The food looked delicious, but there was far too much for just the two of us. There was no one else in sight, which was highly unusual. Breakfast in the castle was usually a rowdy affair, with nobles and servants coming and going, but now everything felt quiet, empty almost.
"What's the matter son? Eat. The food is delicious."
"Yes, of course." I helped myself to some fruit, but I still felt like something was amiss, and I was waiting for Rowen to tell me why he had called me here this morning.
Breakfast continued in silence for a few minutes, until finally I felt Rowen's gaze on me. I finished eating and looked up at him.
"Kyler, I have something to tell you." His voice was low, and lacking his usual energy. Looking into his dark eyes I could see the reflection of the light from the lamp on the wall behind me. "It's about your mother, Lili."
I felt my blood run cold as a pit formed in my stomach. My mind immediately jumped to the worst possible conclusion. She was dead. That had to be it, otherwise I would have seen her already. Shame washed over me, guilt. I had been out of bed for days now, and I hadn't once asked to see my mother since shortly after I regained consciousness. I wasn't even sure when the last time I thought about Lili was. I had been too busy worrying about myself to spare a thought for my own mother.
Before my thoughts could continue to run wild, Duke Rowen continued to speak.
"I considered long and hard whether or not I should be the one to tell you this, but even if the messengers have reached your father already, it will be more than a month before he can return here. Therefore, even if you are young, I believe you should know the situation." He took a deep breath and sighed before continuing. I had stopped breathing long ago. "Your mother is still very sick." I took a short gasping breath. Sick did not mean dead. "I summoned the best healers to treat you and your mother, and obviously you have recovered miraculously, but your mother...she hasn't changed since then."
"What's wrong with her?" My voice was choked. I hadn't noticed that I was crying, but I didn't bother to wipe away my tears now.
"Well, it's like she's asleep, but she won't wake up. The healers I spoke to said that it is a rare condition, but the cause is unknown. Sometimes these people wake up after a short while; otherwise..."
He didn't finish his thought; he didn't have to. She may never wake up. I looked at the ground and watched my tears fall. Over and over in my mind I was reliving what had happened, trying to think of anything I could have done differently. There was nothing.
"What's important now is that we stay positive my boy. There doesn't seem to be anything physically wrong with her, and we can sustain her with magic as long as is necessary. But I'm sure she'll wake up any day now."
I wasn't an expert on comas, but I was pretty sure they were evidence of a serious problem. There was one possibility that my mind seized immediately. My ability. Editing. I had already shown that I could edit physical properties; so why not symptoms or diseases?
"Can I see her?" Even if it was a long shot, I had to try. The duke did not seem overly surprised by my request, but he still took some time to think before responding.
"Of course you can. Just, try to remember that she is still very sick. Even if it looks like she is just sleeping, we want to avoid doing anything to make her worse."
I scarcely heard anything that was said on the way up to the room where Lili lay. Once we arrived I stepped inside the door that was held open for me.
There she was. If I didn't know any better I would have thought she was simply asleep. She looked so peaceful. I had been afraid that her body would be burned and disfigured from the fire, but she looked perfect. No burns, not even a scratch. Just sleeping. I tried to call out to her twice before I finally found my voice.
"Mother...? Mom?" I walked up beside her bed. She looked like she might wake up any minute. I touched her hand. It was warm. Now was my chance. Looking at her stats, I willed her to wake up. There wasn't any response. There was no [coma] status, or any indication she was sick. I tried everything I could think of but there was no response. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes once more. I had failed. I was so sure that my skill would somehow save the day, but now that I was faced with failure I didn't know what to do. Finally I tried just increasing all of her stats, thinking that might somehow make her strong enough to wake up on her own. Nothing happened; or rather, nothing changed. Her stats weren't changed at all.
I was confused. Some part of me always knew that my ability might not be enough to save Lili, but I had been completely unable to change someone's stats before. Quickly, I brought up my own stats and tried adjusting them. Nothing. Increasing, decreasing, it didn't matter. The numbers refused to change. I felt a hollow emptiness forming in my stomach. Since coming to this world, my ability is the only constant that I had felt I could always rely on, and now even that was gone. I could still view the stats of whatever I wanted, but I couldn't change anything, and somehow that felt even worse than not seeing the stats at all.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Mom. I'm not strong enough to help you." I whispered to Lili as I rested my forehead on her wrist.
"Things may seem bad now my boy, but I promise, they will get better. You will stay here, in the castle. You'll be close to your mother, until she wakes up. You can play with my daughter all you like. And before you know it you'll be old enough to begin training. I'm sure you'll be a great warrior like your father, or perhaps a wonderful mage like your mother. You'll have the best teachers and trainers available. Everything will be fine, just you wait."
I mostly ignored Rowen's attempts to comfort me. Instead I whispered my promise to my mother.
"I'll get stronger mom. I promise. Strong enough to save you. Strong enough that nothing can hurt my family anymore."
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I felt numb for the next few days. Powerless to help, I devoted nearly all my time to training. If I couldn't raise my stats with my ability, I'd just have to do it the old fashion way. I had hoped that my ability would quickly return, that maybe my mind somehow still had to recover even after my body was healed, but there was no change. The only thing I could imagine is that something about how I pushed my body passed its limits somehow caused me to lose my ability. The fact that I could still pull up stat screens gave me hope that I had just overexerted myself somehow, but for the time being, I was powerless, something I was set on changing soon enough.
"Kyler?" It was Miranda. She had come to see me everyday since I found out about Lily, apparently Mira learned of my mother's condition the same day as me. She always had words of comfort or encouragement, but they didn't help. No matter how many times this girl told be that everything would be okay, it wouldn't bring my mother back. No. I had to get stronger. I didn't slow my pace to talk to Mira, I barely even looked at her. I had left the castle and was on my way to the top of the wall that encircled the city.
"Kyler, please wait." I had figured that Miranda would give up and return the castle before long, but she was persistent. "Please, just listen to m-" I didn't let her finish.
"What! What do you have to say that hasn't been said a thousand times before?" Even as the words left my mouth I knew I was just projecting my own pain and anger onto Miranda. It wasn't fair to her, but I couldn't stop myself; the words just came pouring out. "Are you going to tell me how 'It's not my fault,' or that 'Everything will be okay?' Because, from where I'm standing, everything seems pretty far from okay! My father is gone, and my mother could die anytime. I don't need to be lectured by someone like you who has no idea what I'm going through. What I need now is to get stronger, stronger than anyone."
I took off running. I couldn't bare to let Miranda see the tears in my eyes; I didn't want to see her sympathetic look. I heard her call my name, and briefly start running after me, but her footsteps soon faded behind me. I felt bad for yelling at her. As I ran I was able to forget, at least for a while, all the troubles and all the pain. I was free.
My running took me around the entire circumference of the city. I was not able to run particularly fast nor far, so I would occasionally slow to a walk to catch my breath. I would receive a few strange looks from the guards posted along the wall, but by now most of them either recognized me, or knew well enough to not try and stop me. It took more than an hour for me to circle back around to where I started. The distance was probably around 5 miles if I had to guess. My goal was to be able to run the entire way, in less than an hour, maybe less than half an hour eventually.
When I was finally nearing the place where I had started the sun had started to set in the sky. I thought I saw a tall figure shrouded in shadow standing by the door to the stairs I had come up, but as I continued to doggedly run forward, the figure seemed to dissolve. It was surely a trick of the light, or of my tired mind. Shadowy figures notwithstanding, I did see someone I was not expecting waiting for me at my destination.
Miranda was sitting there against the wall. Hugging her knees and resting her head forward, she appeared to be asleep. I couldn't help but smile and shake my head. No doubt she had been waiting for me all this time. At that moment, there was no doubt in my mind that I did not deserve this girl as a friend. I slid down the wall next to her and sat with our shoulders touching.
"I'm sorry." I spoke softly, and half expected the seemingly sleeping girl to not hear my words; which made it easier to speak my true feelings. "I'm sorry for yelling, and running away. I know you're trying to help me, even if I don't deserve..."
"You're wrong." Miranda moved her head, and rested it on my shoulder. "You're really smart Kyler, and you always act all mature, but you're still wrong." She was staring straight ahead, out towards the city, but I couldn't tear my eyes from her face as she spoke. "I want to help, you don't have to deserve it, or earn it. And things will get better; trust me, I know." Miranda was speaking very softly now, but I could still hear everything clearly as it felt like the whole world grew silent to listen to her words. "I...I killed my mom. She died giving birth to me; my father told me." I could feel the shame and sadness envelop me. This girl was so much stronger than I was. "For a long time I didn't want to believe it. I thought maybe if I ignored the truth, somehow it wouldn't be true."
"Mira..." Emotion constricted my throat and cut off my words.
"It's funny isn't it." She looked up at me with tears in her eyes. "I guess I thought that I could make you feel better, but all I've done is make you feel even worse.
"Mira." I pulled her into a tight hug as tears fell freely from my eyes. "You didn't kill your mother, there's no way that was your fault."
"Hey, I'm the one who's supposed to be comforting you, it's no fair if you turn it around." Miranda wiped the tears from her eyes and smiled up at me.
I just hugged her tighter, my heart feeling lighter than it had for what felt like ages.
"You've helped me more than you know. Thank you."
"For a long time I felt all alone." Mira rested her head in my lap and watched the sun set. "There weren't really any other noble kids my age, and I couldn't play with any of the commoners. But then you showed up and...I..." She sounded more scared and insecure now than when she was talking about her mother. I placed my hand on her head and tried to comfort her.
"I'm not going anywhere, so don't worry."
"...promise?"
"I promise."
We sat like that for a long time, until the sun had disappeared beneath the horizon. Finally, reluctantly, I stood up and stretched my cramped body. I had forgotten to stretch after my run, so my muscles felt tight.
"C'mon, it's getting late. We should head back." I offered my hand to help Mira up, but instead she simply flopped on her back and stretched both arms up at me.
"I'm too tired to walk back. Carry meee. Please?"
"Haaa...Come on then." With a (mostly) faked sigh of exasperation, I crouched down and let Miranda wrap her arms around my neck and climb on my back. I stood up and supported her legs with my arms as we began the trek back to the castle. We both knew she was acting like a spoiled brat, but I felt like spoiling her, at least for tonight.
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The next morning I woke up feeling more refreshed and focused than I had felt in a long time. Which was surprising, considering by the time I had carried Miranda all the way back to her room and convinced her to change out of her nice dress before going to sleep, it had been quite late when I finally got to bed.
As I was getting ready to start my day with my ritual of stretching and exercising, I noticed what seemed to be an undue amount of commotion going on outside of my room. It did feel like I had woken up earlier than usual, likely due to the large number of people moving and talking outside. After listening to the conversations taking place between maids and other servants I was able to parse together a general idea of what was going on.
Miranda wet the bed. That seemed to be the gist of it. Although that, in and of itself, would not have inspired such a strong reaction from the castle staff so early in the morning. Instead, the impetus for the excitement I could feel throughout the castle as I made my way from my room towards Mira's bedroom seemed to be the manner in which she had wet the bed, and the significance which it held.
"...I heard everything was soaked, from the bed to the curtains."
"The Duke already called for a feast to be prepared for this evening."
I ran into more and more people as I neared Mira's room. Even when I tried to greet everyone appropriately I mostly received knowing smiles from other nobles, and hurried bows from servants. Everyone appeared to have something to do or somewhere to be.
When I finally reached Mira's room, the first thin I noticed was a door, Mira's door, that was propped up against the wall next to the door way. Removed, or apparently blown from, its hinges, the wooden door was significantly darker on one side and was dripping water onto the floor. Stepping inside the room, I was greeted with similar sights, as everything in the room but the people seemed to be completely soaked with water.
I already had my suspicions as to the source of the water, but I was quickly able to confirm it with Miranda and Duke Rowen, both of whom where already in the room.
It was magic. Miranda's magic had finally awakened. Apparently, an uncontrolled burst of power like what Miranda had experienced was not uncommon for children when they first develop their magical abilities, although the ferocity with which Miranda had seemingly exploded was something of an outlier. Rowen repeatedly praised the "Latent power" which Mira had displayed, and seemed confident that it was a sign of a great future as a powerful magician.
Miranda herself seemed to be torn between being proud of her new found magic, and embarrassed of all the attention she was receiving because of it. I tried comforting her by saying: "At least it wasn't fire," which elicited a laugh from Mira, although Duke Rowen didn't seem terribly amused, it wasn't a terribly funny joke anyway. As I later learned, fire was considered the strongest element, and mages who had an affinity for fire were well sought after. Water was also valued for its power and reliability, while viewed as inferior to fire. I had assumed that water would be suppress fire in magic just the same as in life, but I had yet to really see or study magic, so I was still unclear on the matter. Earth magic was mostly used in construction and was widely ignored for magicians and other offensive minded mages. Wind magic was limited to communications and limited use in farming and agriculture. All other, less common forms of magic were evaluated on a case by case basis as necessary.
I still knew very little about magic, but, having seen Miranda's awakening, I could hardly wait for my own turn. Mira was not all that much older than me, so it could not be terribly long before I would be able to use magic as well. In the meantime, I would continue doing what I had already been doing: Getting stronger. |
There are plenty of excuses about hard drive crashes and rewrites, but whatever the case, this took way too long. It's too short as well, but now that I'm back to writing (professionally?), more about that after the chapter, I hope to keep the updates coming much more frequently. Thank you as always for your support and especially your patience.
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Recall
Evening found me sitting at an enormous table, overloaded with food, in front of what seemed to be half the nobles in the city crowded into the ballroom. I looked to my left, to where Mira was seated, at the place of honor. She was looking very pretty in a deep blue dress that matched her hair nicely, the dress complimented her pale skin perfectly. I thought she might have been a bit more pale than usual, perhaps stressed by the huge amount of attention, and the expectations that accompanied it, but when she glanced my way and we made eye contact, I saw a bit of color return to her cheeks. The dress looked way too elaborate to have been prepared since morning, between that and the party, complete with a feast, I had to imagine they had been making preparations for weeks, and were just waiting for the day of Miranda's awakening.
The night was already getting late. Servants had brought out additional candles and lamps as the sunlight faded. The party had been quite nice. It had begun with a number of long speeches by the duke and other important people, but I had mostly tuned them out. They weren't saying anything I didn't already know. Now; however, after eating my fill, I was free to relax and enjoy the atmosphere. The wine had been flowing freely for hours now, and its effects could be seen throughout the room. At an adjacent table, I saw a pair of highborn ladies sniff in delicate disapproval as one of the intoxicated men crassly excused himself to go and 'take a leak,' but that didn't stop the pair from crossing their legs beneath the table. People were talking loudly, and dancing poorly. I turned to Mira to ask if she remembered the day we first met, in this very room, but when I turned, it seemed that I had become the topic of conversation for Duke Rowen and a couple of men I didn't recognize. Looking at their statuses, I recognized one of the names, it was an earl from a neighboring dukedom. All three were talking and laughing loudly, having apparently discarded any differences in station under the effects of the alcohol.
"Surely the boy has Fire in his blood. Just look at his mother." I shot a questioning glance at Miranda who appeared to be listening to the men, but she just shook her head and turned her attention to the drink in front of her. In keeping with the festive spirit, the drink of choice tonight was a sweet honey wine, but I disliked the taste. Even the watered down wine that was served to Miranda and me tasted bitter in my mouth. Mira; however, seemed to relish the drink, and was already sipping at her second cup. I planned to intervene if she called for a third, there was no reason to tempt the effects of alcohol on developing nervous systems, but for now my attention was drawn to the increasingly boorish conversation developing at our high table.
“Sure, sure,” One of the men waved his hand dismissively. He was tall and thin, almost dangerously so, with black hair, and a crooked nose that made it look like he had come out worse in a fight. “The mother was skilled, but what about the father? The man can’t use magic to save his life. You’d find more mana in a felled oak than in Sol. The boy should stick to the sword, like his father.” I couldn’t help but feel a stir of anger in my chest as I listened to the man belittle my father
“Ha,” Duke Rowen threw his head back in laughter, not caring when he splashed his drink onto his prodigious stomach. “You’re underestimating the boy, both of you.” He looked profoundly at the two men, or at least as well as he could manage while being so drunk. “I have great hopes for Kyler, and even greater plans.” The duke looked at me and caught my eye; I wondered if I shouldn’t have been listening so obviously, but the man simply winked at me. All three of the men were red in the face, but more from drunkenness than any actual anger. I didn’t hold their words against them, drunk men talk after all, but I also had no desire to stay sitting at the table any longer. Mira was engrossed in her drink as her head was tipped back and the cup was nearly vertical as she endeavored to get the last few drops of wine. Perhaps I would have to ensure she didn’t tend towards drunkenness like her father, but she was still young, so there was no need to worry too much yet. I grabbed Miranda’s free hand, which had been holding on to the table as she finished her drink, but my action caused her to jump in surprise and it sounded like she choked on the last swig of wine. Miranda coughed once and set the cup down on the table, luckily none of the wine had spilled, maybe I should have waited until she finished drinking to take her hand.
“Let’s go.” I urged Mira to stand up while pulling her hand.
“What?” She seemed somewhat confused, maybe due to the wine, but she got up nonetheless. She was unsteady on her feet so she held onto me for support as we walked towards the dancefloor. Although looking at her now blushing face, I suspected she didn’t need to lean on me quite as much as she was. Mira’s hand felt like a vice on my own, I had forgotten how insanely strong her grip could be sometimes.
“I thought you might want to dance.” We were already basically at the edge of the dancefloor, but Mira didn’t look too happy. She punched my arm lightly several times, although given how much she had to drink, it might have been as strong as she could manage.
“Geez, is that how you ask me? Dummy.” Miranda was doing her best to pout while still hanging onto me. It took me a moment to realize what she was after, and a memory from the last time we danced together stirred.
Gently extricating myself from Mira, she released my hand once she realized what I was doing, I bowed deeply to the girl in front of me. I held out one hand and looked into her eyes.
“Please M’lady, won’t you give me this dance.” The primary education system in this world was certainly lacking, but manners and dance were both impressed upon me, even just in the time I had spent in the castle.
“Of course.” Mira took my hand and performed an admirable curtsey. I would never have guessed that she had been drinking, or perhaps I had simply overestimated her level of intoxication. Stepping close and placing my hand on her waist, Miranda and I began to sway to the music. When she spoke I could smell the alcohol on her breath.
“Why did you call me ‘M’lady?’”
“Well isn’t your proper title? You are the first born daughter of a duke after all. Or maybe you preferred when I called you ‘Princess?’”
“Humph,” Mira tried to look upset, but she couldn’t hide her grin. “I told you, you can call me Mira. So call me that.”
“Ah, of course. My apologies, Mira.” Mira beamed at my words, and we continued to dance. “Hey, doesn’t this bring back memories? This is just like the day we first met.”
“Yeah, hehe,” Mira giggled. “You were short back then.”
“Oh yeah?” I looked down at Mira, who was almost a head shorter than me now. “Well you’re still short.” I think Mira tried to step on my foot, but she missed, and it just looked like a clumsy dance step. “Now that I think about it, didn’t you also pee your pants that night too?” This time her foot did connect, and I winced in pain.
“I did not! I made it to the toilet, remember?”
“Hmm, not really.” Mira spun in a circle as I held her hand above her head. “It was a long time ago.”
“Hmph.” Mira looked away from me, pouting, but she kept dancing.
I was happy, or maybe ‘content’ would be a better word. It felt like I barely had a chance to slow down ever since the fire, let alone relax. Dancing here with Mira helped me forget about everything that had happened, and it let me stop worrying about what might happen in the future. As Mira and I were dancing, I found myself staring over her shoulder towards the high table. A strange shadow obscured one of the men from my view, but it looked like nothing had changed in our absence. Drunk men continued to talk and drink.
“Umm, Kyler?” Mira’s soft voice broke me from my contemplation.
“Hmm?” I hadn’t even noticed that Mira was no longer dancing so much as getting dragged around with me. I stopped. “What is it?”
“I uhh…” Even through her dress, I could tell that she was standing with her legs crossed, but once she had my undivided attention, it seemed like she changed her mind about something. “It’s nothing, let’s keep dancing.” She clumsily tried to take the lead, but either the alcohol or her inexperience caused her to stumble. I once more started leading us through the dance, but this time I stayed focused on Mira. I couldn’t remember the last time I tried it, but it was worth a shot. Focusing on her status, I was able to find what I was looking for.
Capacity: 226/260
There it was. Just out of curiosity, I tried raising the value of both her capacity, as well as what she was currently holding, but neither one moved. In a way, I was kind of glad. If after apparently losing so much of my ability, all I was left with was the ability to make someone pee themselves, I wouldn’t know quite what to think. I still had hope that I would regain full control over my editing soon enough, but at least I could see statuses again, just that by itself was a huge advantage, but for now I had more pressing concerns. Mira’s capacity was creeping up towards 230. I couldn’t help but think her total capacity was kind of low. I couldn’t clearly remember what it had been when I first met her, but my status put my own capacity at above 500. Maybe it had something to do with physical size, or development, but whatever the case, Mira wouldn’t last much longer. I wasn’t quite sure why she didn’t just go, she was obviously thinking about it earlier, but what changed her mind? My best guess was that she was just embarrassed to say she had to go, my mind went back to the women I had seen earlier during the feast. It seemed like women were expected to remain demure, and not draw attention to their bodily needs, but surely that wasn’t practical when someone was truly bursting like Mira so obviously was. She was still dancing, or a near approximation of it. She was repeatedly stepping on my feet now, but it was not out of anger anymore, she was just too desperate to dance properly it seemed. I couldn’t just sit back and do nothing, especially since this was probably my fault for suggesting that she had peed herself last time, maybe she thought I would make fun of her if she had to pee now.
“Mira?” She was up to 240/260, although she dropped down briefly to 238 when I called her name.
“Wh-what?” She was still trying to remain composed, and continue to dance, but I stopped moving.
“Do you need to use the bathroom?” 245.
“No! No, I just…” Her face was crimson, apparently she really thought I hadn’t noticed.
“C’mon, it’s really obvious you’re about to burst.” 248/260 “Just go, I’ll wait here.”
“No! I…” She was still holding on to me like we were still dancing. “I just really wanted to dance with you some more.” So that was it, I guess in the end it was still my fault, more or less.
“We can dance some more when you get back. I’ll dance with you whenever you’d like. No go pee, before you do it in your pretty dress.” Mira was blushing harder than ever, but she ran out of the ballroom, towards the nearest toilet. I was half tempted to follow her, but I was distracted by my new discovery. Mira’s status screen was still floating in my field of view, but Mira was no longer anywhere to be seen. Thus far, I had only ever seen the status of something within my immediate line of sight, but now, perhaps because the window had been open before Mira left the room, I could still see her status. I made my way back towards the table as I watched Mira’s status. Faster than I expected, her bladder began to empty, and I saw her current capacity fall. The bathroom must have been closer than I remembered, but then, at 220/260, it stopped again. Maybe she hadn’t quite made it after all. A minute or so passed before the number moved again, this time it went all the way to nearly zero.
It was a long time before Mira returned to the ballroom, much longer than it had taken her to leave. She slowly made her way back to the table where I was sitting, blushing all the way, and pinning her dress firmly to her sides with her hands. The dress was long enough that I didn’t expect her to worry about it suddenly blowing up, but Mira didn’t seem to want to risk it. When Mira gingerly took her seat next to me, I leaned over to her.
“Do you want to dance some more?” I at least had the tact not to ask if she had made it on time, although that didn’t stop me from looking at her status.
“Mhmhm.” Mira violently shook her head no. “But you said you would dance with me whenever I want, right?”
“Yeah, sure. I’d love to.” I answered, not paying close attention. I was too busy looking at Mira’s status. It had been a while, but I was able to view Mira’s clothing, listed under equipment. I had thought to look for her panties, maybe see if they were listed as ‘wet’ or not, but they didn’t seem to show up. Either my ability wasn’t able to show clothing I couldn’t actually see, or she wasn’t wearing any panties.
Mira opened her mouth to say something, but she was cut off as her father shouted something. The duke and his companions had been slowly but surely becoming even louder as they continued to talk and argue and drink, but now the duke was practically shouting, and it seemed like no one in the room knew exactly what to do. Some were still talking amongst themselves, but many seemed to think the duke was trying to address the whole room, as he was standing up and ranting mostly incoherently to no one in particular. Something about “A King,” and “Bets,” something about a man with two heads. It really didn’t make sense me, but apparently the two men from earlier agreed fervently as they were pounding their drinks on the table after every half-formed sentence. Eventually the duke passed out in his seat, and that was apparently the end of the party, as most people began milling around the exit.
At the time, I was quite concerned. Duke Rowen’s behavior, even if he was drunk, seemed too over the top. Later, when I mentioned the incident to Chelly, who still insisted on caring for me (even though I insisted I was fine on my own), she didn’t seem concerned. She told me that it was considered polite for the host to drink the most, and Duke Rowen was quite the prolific drinker when the occasion called for it. Apparently, many parties weren’t considered truly finished until at least one member of the hosting family was passed out in a puddle of something that was there own making.
It was also Chelly who confided in me that a maid had found a pair of stained panties tucked behind a potted plant in the first floor bathroom.
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We're nearing the end of the childhood period. If I was to start over, there would be a number of things I would change about this story, but I would definitely cut this first part of the story much much shorter. I am afraid it's dragged on too long, and I am very much looking forward to what comes next.
As I alluded to earlier, I have recently been commissioned to write stories for an individual, (If someone pays me to do it, that means I'm a professional, right?) which has prompted me to start a patreon as the easiest way to accept commissions. This feels too 'self-promotey' for my tastes, but if you would like to commission a story from me, or get access to other commissioned stories, you can check out the patreon page here:
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Edited November 29, 2016 by Garrus
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Author Note: After a long period of limited activity, I've finally had the time to return to my roots here. This is a story which I've been working on for the past few weeks whenever I had the chance to and now, finally, it's finished. As it stands at the present moment in time, this will be no more than a one-shot wonder. A single, completed story, which, due to the 11 sides of A4 length and over 6k words, had to be split into two parts to prevent post-flooding. I've gone for something very different from my other stories on this site, as you will probably notice, and stuck to a nice first-person perspective. Part 1 will be posted here and now, with the subsequent part later today (I promise you this). Here we go:
Part 1
Here's a list of things that have happened to me today. I've been: Buried alive by one of the cutest girls in my class, Had my deepest, darkest secrets revealed to previously mentioned cutie and another cutie (also from my class), Been punished by both cuties in the way I mentioned previously (and more), and also been branded a 'perv-dog' and lectured about my life choices. Quite an eventful day, if I do say so myself, however, it's only the first day of the first week of Summer break and I've still got at least three more weeks of this.
Before I regale you with the details of this rather unexpected day's happenings, I'm sure you've a few questions which I shall try to answer. First, a little about me. I'm just your average male high-school student. Average grades, average lifestyle, average hobbies, average likes/dislikes, slightly above average friends and, also, good looks (but that's my personal opinion). Granted, I'm no 'Mister Macho' or the 'Dream Guy' for all girls, but some still find me quite 'sexy', for want of a better word. Now for details on 'Cutie 1'. Her name's Vivianna (Vivi for short, or so she likes to be called) and she's in the same class as me. She was voted 'No.1' on the guy's 'most fantasised about' list, which, of course, we carried out in total secret from the girls of our class. She's slightly short for her age, more around the height of a Junior-High freshman, but that just adds to her adorable charms. She's the epitome of a 'Perfect girl' for most guys. She gets good grades, is an ace at sports, dubbed the 'Track Queen' of the School (and it's only been first Semester), tomboyish to a fault but also a girly girl, and not afraid to kick off if people try to walk over her. She also comes from a fairly wealthy family. On top of that, she's my Childhood friend from as far back as Pre-School. We pretty much grew up together, inseparable to the point of being confused as siblings. However, she attended an All Girls private school during her Junior-High years (they were the most lonely years of my life) and I didn't get to see her again until the start of High-School, which brings on the perfect time to introduce 'Cutie 2'.
'Cutie 2' is another girl from my class. Her name is Abigail and she was voted 'No. 2' on the aforementioned list. She's another 'perfect girl' but on a different scale from Vivi. Abigail would make a perfect housewife if she wasn't so much of an air-head. She's the most intelligent girl in our class but she's so oblivious to the most normal things that it's nearly laughable. I reckon that's because she had lived a sheltered upbringing. However, she's such a nice girl, always caring for others more than herself, and also very dependable that it kind of makes up for her slight 'out-of-tune' behaviour. She's around average height for a girl of her age (that's 16, by the way), and the most girly girl you could find. If it wasn't for me being stuck between the two of them, I doubt they would have paid each other much heed as they're like polar opposites of one another. I haven't known Abigail for as long as I've known Vivi, but she filled the gap in my interaction with the female gender in Junior-High, when Vivi was off being 'educated' in how to be a 'Refined Lady' at a Private All-Girls school. The 'education' failed, however, and Vivi's as unpredictable and as tomboyish as I know and love.
Now for more context on how I ended up being buried alive in the sand and my secrets being poured out to these innocent girls. Vivi invited myself (and Abigail, at my pleading, of course) to spend the first four weeks of summer break at her family's Seaside summer House (I told you her family was loaded). Of course, her overprotective father, who's ex-military and currently working as a bouncer at a club in the town near where I live, just so you should know, blatantly objected to this and said that I'd 'taint' his 'princess' during the time in the Summer House (I'm a hormonal teen male, what do you expect?) but, thankfully, her Mother convinced him and I was allowed to spend the summer with 'No 1' and 'No. 2' on 'the list' (I expect that I'm the envy of all the guys in my class now. I'm not looking forward to next semester). Anyway, that's how the beach came into it. We were chaffered down by Vivi's father, who reiterated his warning that he'd castrate me if I even so much as looked wrongly at Vivi, and, after that, I was left to my own devices with the two cutest girls in my class. Lucky me!
The first night went by quite normally as we were all tired from the long journey, and Vivi's father was still with us. Obviously, I got the lowest quality Guest room which, to be fair, was on par with the most expensive Hotel rooms I know of, at the other end of the House. My dreams were dashed before they even came to fruition. Vivi got the Master bedroom, which was to be expected, and Abigail got the second most opulent room in the House. They were no more than a short hall away from each other and I was stuck around a house away. I may as well have been locked in a dog-house. Always wanting to be by my Mistress's side but always separated by species and a large brick wall. Pity aside, when the next morning came, I got to eat some of Abigail's home cooking, which was absolutely delicious, and 'Mr. Universe' (My personal nickname for Vivi's father when he's being overprotective) quickly departed after breakfast, leaving just me and my 'hunnies' in the House. As our holiday had just begun, we decided to go to the beach for the day (the beach was no more than a 10 minute walk away from the House). It was lovely and warm outside, with temperatures in the 30s (That's in degrees-Celsius, by the way, around 86 in the Fahrenheit scale at the lowest). Perfect beach weather! And, as Mr. Universe was on his way home, that meant I could 'observe' these beauties in their beachwear uncontested. What a great day to be alive!
After putting on my own beachwear, which were basic black swim-shorts, I eagerly awaited the arrival of the Beach Goddesses I was with outside of the house. I know girls take ages to get ready, so I wasn't expecting much in the ways of rapid viewing to Save to my 'IFB' (I won't spell that out to you, use your imagination). After around twenty minutes of waiting, Vivi was the first to leave the house. Now this is what I've been waiting for!
Vivi decided to go for a daring red-and-white striped Side-tie bikini. I honestly didn't know how she was supporting the top half as I was sure her mosquito-bites she calls breasts (she'd kill me if I said that and, if she didn't, Mr Universe sure would) wouldn't have been big enough to do it. Padding expected. Doesn't matter, saved to IFB. She'd tied her short light-brown hair into a side-ponytail with a cute smiling sun hair-tie. Underneath the clear sunglasses she was wearing, I could see that she's put some mascara on her eyelashes as they seemed to be slightly fuller than normal. She doesn't normally wear make-up. Was she hoping to pull someone at the beach? Weren't her hazel eyes enough to draw any man in? They sure do to me. Over her swimwear, she had a pale-blue hooded jacket, which she had unzipped at present. She must have caught me staring and saving all of her beauty because she quickly retorted:
“Keep it up and I'll call Dad.” She threatened. Her adorable voice could hardly sound threatening, though the words sure were. I quickly averted my gaze. I didn't want my manhood to be ruined. I will sire young yet! “Anyway, sorry to keep you waiting.”
“That's okay. I haven't been waiting long.” I answered. “Do you know how much longer Abigail will be?”
“Not sure. Maybe a few more minutes? She's having a little trouble getting hers' on.”
Vivi, you really should choose your words a little more carefully. She must have noticed the slight rise in my trunks.
“Perv...” She sighed, unimpressed by my apparent fantasising. “Are we really safe spending four weeks with a horny toad like you?”
I quickly shifted the bag on my shoulder to my front to cover up my IFB becoming full.
“Coming from the one who must have been staring down there to notice.” I quickly countered with a smile. That caused her to falter and blush a little.
“Y-you're one to talk!” She shot back, her face slightly flushed, as she turned her gaze away from my package. It surely was fun teasing her like this. She's so cute when she's flustered.
After the initial awkwardness and saving of sights, Vivi decided to wait next to me, though she was a good arms-length away from me. She began to ruffle through the bag on my shoulder a little while later and pulled out one of the twelve water bottles I was carrying. That lightened the six litre load I had on my shoulder, so I was quite thankful. She then began to gulp down the water quite quickly.
“We won't have any for the beach if you go through them that quickly.” I teased her once more.
“We've all got money on us so we'll be fine as long as the stores are open.” Vivi casually brushed aside my statement after she'd guzzled down half the 500ml bottle.
“Easy for you to say. I'm still on student funds. My parent's don't give me any more money during Summer Break.”
“Quit complaining. If you're so low on money, I guess I can spare a little. But just a little, okay?”
“I guess you can be nice.”
“I'm always nice!”
Our little banter was soon cut short when I head the second of the Beach Babes call out to us.
“Sorry for the wait. I had a little trouble tieing it up.” Abigail's angelic voice called out to myself and Vivi. Not wanting to miss the chance for a 'Save to IFB' to happen, I quickly turned towards her, and, damn, it was totally worth the second awkward overflow to happen. I could feel my shorts getting tighter around 'the package'.
Abigail had abused her model-like figure to the best she could. Despite the fact that she was wearing a basic one-piece swimsuit, it could rival any bikini-clad cherub I may see today. The gold and red one-piece hugged her curves like a second skin, even going as far to accentuate her normally B-cup breasts into something which looked more closer to a mid C-cup in size and volume. Definitely going in the IFB! I would lose my manhood if I didn't save this beautiful sight! Her long dark-brown hair was held back by a red hairband and neatly combed to perfection, and she had also put on some mascara, it seemed, as the eyelashes around her dark brown eyes were also looking a little fuller. Sadly, after catching my looks, and, perhaps, the fact that I was pitching a tent, she quickly zipped up her white jacket and cut off my view to paradise. I was snapped from my fantasy when I felt a sharp pain in my right foot. Vivi had stamped on it and, despite the fact that we were both wearing sandals, it still hurt like hell and caused me to recoil a bit.
“I guess I'll call Dad now and tell him that you're being too much of a Pervy-perv to be trusted.” Vivi threatened once more. This time, she had her phone out and was hovering over the quick-dial to Mr Universe's number. I quickly looked down and apologized profusely to Abigail for my perverted ways and Vivi for leering at her friend. That was enough to cause Vivi to put her phone away, though she seemed to show some hesitation.
Two castrations averted, I quickly hurried us along to the beach so I could view things in a more 'safe' environment. On the ten minute walk to the beach, Vivi had consumed the rest of her first water bottle and was around three-quarters of the way through her second, and Abigail had managed to drink nearly a third of her first bottle. I, myself, was also downing the water as well. The twelve bottles we had soon quickly dwindled to around eight left for drinking. Two left for Vivi, and three for myself and Abigail. I would have thought that, with all the time Vivi spent running the track at school, she'd have a higher resistance to the heat than myself or Abigail. Turned out the opposite was true. Finally, after what felt like walking through a desert, we arrived at the beach. Paradise for any self-respecting teenage male! The jackets came off, along with the sandals and sunglasses, when we first set foot on the sand. Now I know why Abigail took a while to get ready. The back of her swimsuit was tied by numerous strings and didn't have anything material-like until it reached just above her rear. Damn, she certainly knew how to draw all eyes to her
During the time we spent at the beach, I was saving all I could for later recollection. String-bikinis, Pareos, One-pieces, regular bikinis, 'revealing' one-pieces, 'Questionable' bikinis, etc. You know, anything worth remembering and imagining on that 'special someone'. Especially if a wardrobe malfunction occurs. Of course, the girls I was with did not really approve and, shortly after I fell asleep due to mental burnout and pitching several tents, buried me alive in the sand. Lovely. At least they left it so I could move my head around a bit but, unless I could find some way to be released from my prison of sand, I'll only tan on my face, and that would be rather bad for the return to School after the break. They'd packed me in quite tightly. I must have been out for at least an hour and a half for it to be this restricting. It seemed kind of strange that they left me facing them and them alone and always managed to get within vision, despite how I moved my head.
Looking over at the bag by my side, I could see that there were only three bottles of water left. Two of them were mine and one was Abigail's. She'd marked hers with a red star sticker when we reached the beach. Vivi must have drank all of hers and then got some more as I could see a bottles of Cola and fizzy fruit drinks in the plastic rubbish bag we'd taken with us. Judging by the number of bottles in the rubbish bag, Vivi must have consumed at least six and a half bottles in total, including the four water bottles we'd brought. That's around 3.25 litres of drink, estimating that they were all 500ml bottles.
However, I'd never heard her request a 'powder break' (euphemism, you should know) once, whereas Abigail had gone at least three times before I went to sleep and we've been here for around three and a half hours. She did look a little 'bouncy' even while staying stationary right now and rifling through my jacket pocket.
Wait! She's rifling through my jacket pocket! My phone's in there! I tried my hardest to break out of the sand-cast I'd been put in, but to no avail. She'd got her hands on my phone and, surprisingly, cracked the touch input required to unlock it. Note to self: Change phone passcode when I can next move. She had my life in her hands, and she probably knew it. This was, most likely, revenge for 'eyeing' up her and the other girls on this beach. I pleaded for her to put my phone back, even going as far as saying I'd buy her something sweet on the way home, yet nothing seemed to convince her to put the phone back. She even came up to me, squatted down over my sand-covered body so she was in my view and played around with my phone. Hey, maybe this wasn't so bad after all? From the position she's in, I could see the promised land through her bikini bottoms right in front of my eyes! The rounded peaks and shallow valley awakened the beast in me and I could feel my manhood breaking the sand-cast enough to stand firm, like a spear piercing the heavens! Gungnir, stand down this instant! The way she was bouncing ever so slightly on her toes just caused my spear to become a diamond spear. If only the rest of my body reacted to this the way mini-me did, I'd have my phone back in no time.
“Talk about boring.” Vivi sighed as she continued placing scissors to my life-thread and playing with my phone. “I just wish Abbi was here so she could debunk her theory that you're innocent and 'just another teenager'. She'd know all the places to look for dirty secrets. I'm betting that I'm holding a goldmine of pervy things in my hands and just don't know it yet. Too bad she's in the can.”
Was she toying with me? Did she really want me to bare my soul to her that badly?
“Hey, maybe Abigail's right? Why do you think I'm hiding stuff from you, my childhood sweetheart?” I quickly asked. Thinking back on it, that was a rather corny line so it's no wonder she worked me out shortly after that.
“Flattery will get you nowhere.” She answered. Her blush betrayed her words, though. Her bouncing had turned more into a shuffle now. Was she…? “Oh, hey, I've yet to check internet bookmarks and search results!”
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Anything but them! She must have caught on to my reaction from stating that. I was probably sweating more than a fat man in a sauna. Soon after giving the orders for execution, she opened up the internet app and showed me the home tab.
“Something on this, then?” She asked innocently. Her malicious smile said otherwise.
End of Part 1 |
Author Note: As was promised earlier, here's the concluding part of the story. This may be a rather cliched ending, but it's the only one which worked with the rest of the story.
Part 2:
“Look, I'm sorry for everything, okay? Please just put my phone back!” I pleaded her once more.
“Very suspicious….” Vivi smiled once more. “Okay, I'll start by typing the letter 'P' into the search-bar.”
I've never hated a letter so much in my life before. As expected, an adult website pops up first on the 'auto-complete' list. 'The Hub', as it was commonly referred to by the male population of the school. I really should stop using my phone for those kinds of things…
“One strike.” Vivi said to herself. She then began scrolling through the auto-complete results, adding a 'strike' for every website she didn't approve of.
Just by scrolling for a few moments, she'd already added 7 strikes to this list. She then typed in a few more 'expected' phrases for the websites she was looking for. When she came across one dedicated to G-sized boobies, she added on five strikes just for that one and even went as far as to slap me in the face! After five minutes of searching, but it felt like an eternity for me, I'd accumulated a grand total of 58 strikes. If this was baseball, nearly twenty people would be out. Abigail had came back during the searching and, in all her innocence, asked why Vivi was looking through my phone. Of course, she gave it away right away by flashing her some search results and both of them turned beet-red after accidentally clicking on a result. I was blamed for it, of course, and had another five strikes added to me, totaling at 63 now.
“Please, tell me someone else used your phone for these.” Abigail pleaded. “You can't be that bad, can you?”
“I'd like to say someone else did, but...” I answered.
“You did.” Vivi finished for me. “I know you don't let anybody else touch your phone.”
Abigail just refused to look at me or the phone then and went off on her own.
And so, on that fateful July afternoon, my entire life was ruined by falling asleep at the beach. Abigail must have thought I was an unredeemable pervert and Vivi probably hated me as well. Eventually, the biggest problem occurred when Vivi typed in something else, hoping to find the 'pettanko' search-phrase which was listed in some of the earlier results. After typing in the first two letters, my deepest, darkest secret fixation was revealed, I could see it there, in black and white, the fateful term….and then everything went black for a moment as I felt a flip-flop get thrown into my face (despite being made of soft materials, they actually really, REALLY hurt when thrown) and heard Vivi scream as loudly as humanely possible.
“PERRRRRRRRRRRVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!”
The rest of the beach-goers turned in the direction of Vivi at this exclamation and I could feel tens of thousands of eyes burning into my very soul… When my vision returned, for the briefest moment before a bucket got put over my head, I saw what looked like a drip-trail on the sand where Vivi was previously crouching. At that moment in time, I put it down to water residue from the projectile flip-flop. She probably stood on the beach front a little while before using her shoe as a javelin. With not much else to do, and a pounding headache from an ultra-sonic scream and a flip-flop, I decided to sleep again. I probably only slept for around twenty minutes before light returned to my vision and I saw both Vivi and Abigail staring down at me. They'd kicked the bucket off my face, it seemed.
“Dad's on his way now to take you back to the pound where you belong, perv.” Vivi coldly stated. “Any last words to your manhood before it gets cut off?”
My future children, I've failed you….
“This must be a mistake, right? You don't really prefer girls with cat-ears and tails over normal girls, do you?” Abigail quietly asked me. Poor girl's in denial… “U-um, if you do...where can I...no, never mind!”
“Please tell me this is a cruel joke, Vivi. He's not really going to come back, is he?” I begged her, pushing aside Abigail's partially finished question.
“That was a joke...” Vivi replied.
I'm safe!
“Wish I could say the same about your perversion.” Vivi finished, her words like knives in my tingly body. I tried to sit up to increase the blood-flow to my brain to BS my way out of this mess and found that I could move again! I'm not buried any more! Sweet freedom.
“Nice of you to bring me back to the world of the mobile.” I tired to change the subject.
“No good saying that. I want an explanation!” Vivi answered. She wasn't buying the deterrence. “You've just corrupted our innocent minds with your perverted ways. What do you have to say for yourself?!”
Despite the anger in her voice, Vivi looked more upset than angry, like I'd betrayed her. I guess what happened could be called 'Betrayal'. Abigail was mumbling some nonsensical things to herself which vaguely related to the things she'd seen on my phone. I've probably traumatised her…
“Not really much I can say...” I stated. That's true. I was up the creek without a paddle. “...Sorry?”
“Not going to cut it.” Vivi icily replied. “You need to repent and cease your perverted ways before even coming close to our forgiveness!”
“If that's what it'll take to be able to sow my wild oats without them landing in barren soil, then I'll be willing to do anything!” I quickly answered. I could have chosen my reasoning better, I guess. However, Vivi didn't seem to take the first half of my answer as being valid.
“Your rehabilitation begins now.” Vivi finished. “I want you to take your phone back and delete all the porno bookmarks you've got saved on there. I want to see you do it so I can validate this stage of your repentance.”
This was going to be painful…
I pushed myself to my feet and went over to Vivi to reclaim the cause of this hell. Now I was at my full height again, and the haze of sleep and the residual shoe-to-the-face pain had faded, I noticed something a little off about Vivi's behaviour. She was standing with her legs crossed. How could that possibly be comfortable in Flip-flops on sand? Wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, I ignored what my brain was telling me and took my phone back, opened up the internet and deleted all the bookmarks, leaving just the basics on there. Goodbye, three years of internet searching…
“Good. Now, phase two starts.” Vivi informed me.
“Just for reference, how many phases are there and how long will I have to do all of this 'redemption' stuff?” I asked her.
“There are as many phases as I want there to be, and you'll be doing it until we both believe that you're no longer a giant perv-dog.”
I had a feeling this summer break was going to drag on for eternity…
Not wanting to bore you with pointless details, the 'redemption' Vivi was talking about took the best part of the rest of the time at the beach. Both Abigail and Vivi thought up tasks for me to do and punished me like I was a misbehaving dog when I went against their standards. The punishments ranged from flicks to the head all the way to a flip-flop javelin to the face when I eyed up a rather well endowed beach-goer. Basically, I could only look at them and I was their slave for the rest of the day at the beach. Abigail was possibly the best mistress a slave could ask for. She didn't order me to do anything too out of the ordinary and was also very lenient with the punishments. I wouldn't mind being her 'Butler', as she called me, for the rest of my life. Vivi, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. She was using her flip-flop javelin quite a bit and, in truth, she was the only one physically punishing me. I didn't really mind, though, because it was her doing it to me. The No. 1 girl on 'the list'. Also, on a slightly related note, I may be classed as a softcore masochist, so it actually was quite enjoyable being punished by her.
We stayed on the beach for around two hours more and it was now coming up to late afternoon-early evening. Strangely, Vivi was going nowhere near the sea and was also staying moving as much as she could. She wasn't standing still at all. Even when she was seated, she was still bouncing around a little, even more so than earlier, and took on a range on uncomfortable sitting positions. I knew it. She still has that 'problem'. I felt a little bad for not noticing until now. I knew it was strange that she hadn't left this section of the beach even once. Why didn't she tell me? We could have called it a day and she wouldn't have had to subject herself to this for as long as she had. I made sure that Abigail wasn't near us when I went over to Vivi to voice my concerns. Poor girl was practically dancing on her seat right now with her hands clamped on her lap.
“Why didn't you tell me?” I asked her, genuine concern in my voice.
“Tell you...what?” She asked, feigning innocence.
“Don't try and hide it, you're a walking textbook of 'I'm hiding something rather badly'.”
Vivi just sighed and looked at the floor, still squirming on her seat.
“Because….” She answered. “I didn't want to ruin our day at the beach due to my own weakness.”
It was useless trying to convince her with words. She's as stubborn as can be when she sets her mind on something. Time for action.
“Sorry in advance.” I inform her.
“What do you...HEY! Put me down!” Vivi tried to argue as I picked her up and held her in a princess carry. This was turning into a cliched romance moment. The love interest, sweeping the maiden off her feet and holding her like a princess! How over the top can you get? However, I doubt the love interest gets a few punches to the chest and a two-second dousing. I must have surprised her quite a bit. The punching soon stopped and Vivi's hands returned to their vice grip over her privates.
“Stop struggling. You need to keep all your focus to prevent giving me a golden shower and embarrassing yourself even more.” I sighed to her as I headed towards the toilets. Vivi was silent. I guess it took all her concentration keeping an estimated six-hours of neglect in check. Why hadn't I remembered sooner?
After a rather hasty march to the toilets, I was about to set Vivi down on the floor when she finally piped up.
“No...please...” Vivi quietly begged. I was unsure whether she was referring to me putting her down or was warning me of an inevitable flooding. “Not in there….”
“If you can't walk, I doubt I can carry you into the Guy's toilets without pulling a few strange looks.” I answered.
“It's too embarrassing...”
“So you still haven't got over it yet?”
Vivi always had an aversion to using public toilets even since she was in elementary school. I don't know if there was any real traumatising reason behind it because, frankly, I never asked. All I put it down to was her own shyness. While she may seem like a rather outgoing, confident individual, that's only in her friendship groups. When she's with people she doesn't know, she's a completely different person. She's silent and keeps herself to herself and tries her best to not make eye contact with anyone.
I could feel her trembling in my arms. Whether that was out of fear or exertion, I didn't really care. All I wanted to do was prevent her from embarrassing herself by not making it.
“Where else can you go if you don't want to go in there?” I asked her as a last ditch effort of prevention.
“...changing cubicle...” She answered, her voice no more than a whisper.
While it was a little odd and, honestly, rather unsanitary, it was better than the only other alternative. Wasting no time, I hurried over to the changing cubicles, which were, in fact, small sheds. I had no idea why they made them so big.
“Hurry...” Vivi pleaded as I felt something wet trickle down my right arm, which was supporting her lower half. Just great...Why was I such a pervert?! Tent pitching-active. If I didn't know her better, I would have assumed that she'd done all of this for my pleasure. Remember the search results earlier? The 'pe-' result which Vivi began searching showed up my 'darkest secret', which was the fact that I, strangely, get very turned on by cute girls in the predicament that Vivi's currently in.
That's right.
A pee fetish…
I'm a whole 'nother level of pervert. Vivi was well within her rights to 'punish' me.
However, despite what the mini-me was begging me to do, Vivi's health and happiness comes before my own. Getting my second wind (for more reasons than one), I spurred us along at rapid pace towards the nearest open changing cubicle and latched the door behind us before setting Vivi down on the floor and starting to head out. She'd leaked a good few more times when I rapidly increased pace so my right arm was now noticeably wet and the once red-and-white striped bikini bottoms Vivi had on now had a golf-ball sized yellow wet patch on them.
“...don't go...” I heard Vivi request as I reached a hand towards the door.
“But-” I tried to answer.
“Come back….” Vivi cut me off.
Slightly bemused, I headed over to the trembling, hunched-over Vivi. When I was no more than a few feet away, she quickly turned towards me and dived on me rather suddenly, knocking me to the floor. I was now awkwardly lying on the floor, with Vivi's wet womanhood over my, now diamond, Gungnir. Before my brain could process just what had happened, I felt a torrent of warm fluid gush over my rock-solid mini-me. Did she really just pee all over my tackle?! Before I could savour the moment, the hissing of Vivi's waterfall was accompanied by sobbing. All of the pleasure I was feeling was soon replaced by concern and, also, self-loathing. If only I'd noticed sooner….If I'd had just stopped being a perv and actually paid attention to those around me, this could have been prevented.
I'm such an idiot…
A perverted, oblivious, hormone driven, fucking IDIOT!
Unsure of what to do, I pushed myself upright and hugged the distraught girl in front of me tightly, uncaring of what mess she was making of my shorts. Mini-me must have read the moment better as it went right down. Her body just felt so right in my arms, like it was made for the very purpose of being held by me.
“I'm so sorry. If I'd have just...” I tried to apologise before Vivi cut in.
“It's not your fault.” She answered between sobs.
“But it is. If I'd have just been less of a pervert I would have noticed the signs sooner.”
“I should have spoke up.”
We could play the blame game all day and get nowhere.
“Regardless, what's happened has happened. And there's nothing we can do to change that.” I finished as I held her even tighter, squeezing away all her pain, suffering and embarrassment. I even went as far as to kiss her cheek. She definitely wasn't herself at present, as expected, as she just pulled me closer as well.
“..sorry, for everything.” Vivi suddenly said as the torrent from her trickled down to a few drips. I was now sitting in a rather large puddle of sodden sand.
“Why are you apologising?”
“All I've done today is call you a perv and boss you around. And now...and now, here you are, trying your best to comfort me, in your own awkward way.”
Okay, this was a side of Vivi I wasn't used to.
“Sure, you're perverted but….”“But what?”“You're also...very sweet.”
Vivi kissed me on the cheek rather suddenly. This was getting too heated for me right now.
We stayed in our embrace for a while longer. I refused to let her go until I was certain that she'd calmed down. I didn't care that I was sitting in a puddle of pee with sodden shorts. I could have stayed like this for the rest of the day if it had taken that to clam her down. Eventually, Vivi broke the silence.
“Um, do you think you could let me go now?” She asked. “I kind of want to get out of this puddle and, if we stay in her for too long, people might get the wrong idea.”
That's the last thing I wanted to add to the already problematic day I've had. I let her go and she stood up and headed to the door. It was me who stopped her this time.
“Hang on a moment, I'll bring my jacket here and you can tie that around your waist to hide the...you know...” I quickly told Vivi. I looked down to survey the damage on both of our swimwear.
The bottom of Vivi's bikini bottoms were now a pale yellow colour and still dripping slightly from the six-hour stemmed torrent that had just burst forth from her dams. They also glistened in the light seeping through the cracks of the shed. My shorts, on the other hand, were sodden, but black, anyway, so it didn't really show up that much. If I hurried along to the sea before heading back to the beach proper, I could pass it off as sea water. However, the yellow stain on Vivi's would never be passed off as anything but pee. There was a huge puddle of sodden sand on the ground where the event happened which would certainly startle the next person who used this cubicle.
I guess Vivi had returned to her old self again.
“Perv-dog.” She quietly chuckled. “But, you're not just any perv-dog, you're my perv-dog. And I won't have it any other way.”
Great, I'm an owned perverted dog now.
Thankfully, I managed to carry out my plan without a hitch and Vivi soon managed to wash away the worst of the staining, and the smell, before we began to head home. We'd need to throw both of our swimwear in the wash as soon as we get back before they get irreversibly damaged. It's times like this that I love Abigail's obliviousness as she wasn't even the slightest bit suspicious of anything that was going on and we managed to pass it all off as a 'near miss' for Vivi. Lying never felt so rewarding. All in all, today was eventful, to say the least and I got a lot of material to replace my losses. This material won't be getting deleted any time soon. However, I couldn't help but think that…
...this was going to feel like the longest summer break I've ever experienced. |
A Scottish student is frustrated and delayed by bad weather - inspired by the news today.
Emily wasn't overly concerned about the high winds that afternoon. Having grown up in a small town on the edge of the Firth of Forth, she'd been used to gales throughout the winter. She'd moved to Edinburgh for uni and after a long weekend at her parents house, she was returning to the city ready to sit her exams. She'd done the journey many times since starting uni, almost every other weekend - so she was quite confident that it'd take half an hour, tops. After all, it was a Monday afternoon and most people would be at work. She'd leave at 2pm, and be back in Edinburgh in plenty of time for her evening shift at the pub she worked.
She left her parents house and headed south down the M90. The weather was pretty dire - torrential rain and howling winds - but nothing she hadn't seen before. Emily was quite a stunner and usually had several admirers; with long dark brown hair and deep blue eyes, she'd melt many a guy's heart. Her figure wasn't bad either, although she'd put on a bit of weight recently through too much junk food. She could feel her trousers were tighter than normal! As she was going to work this evening, she dressed in the white blouse and plain black trousers that made up her uniform. She realised that the normal plain pink knickers she was wearing would show an obvious VPL, so made a mental note to change into a thong once she was back at her flat.
The winds continued to howl as she headed south, and the traffic was slow. Still, she was doing alright for time. Taking a sip of her coffee, she realised she needed a wee - but not very badly, so she'd just hold it in until she got back to her flat.
The traffic became slower and slower, but in her car surrounded by lorries and vans Emily couldn't really see what was happening ahead. Looking at her watch she became concerned about running late - but it was sure to ease up once she was over the bridge, anyway. The air in the car's heating system was quite dry, so she took a glug of water from the bottle she kept in her bag. She realised this might not be wise since she needed a wee anyway, but realistically the delay shouldn't be too bad.
As she approached the roundabout just before the bridge, Emily could see the road cordoned off and a policeman directing traffic down the slip-road to a diversionary route. "BRIDGE CLOSED" said the flashing signs. "Damn!" she thought. It had been a few years since she'd had to go up to Kincardine, where the next bridge was located, but she knew it was a relatively long trip around.
She pulled off the motorway and joined a convoy of vehicles being diverted through local villages and towns on a single-carriageway A road. By this time she should have been almost home, and her bladder was starting to ache slightly. Perhaps she'd stop somewhere along the way?
It was now 20 minutes since she'd come off the motorway, and the diversion was pretty torturous. Several slow-moving lorries meant that nobody could get up to much speed, not that that was wise with the weather anyway. Emily really wanted to cross her legs to alleviate the need to go to the toilet - but that wasn't really practical when driving. If only she'd bought an automatic! She mentally calculated the time it'd take her to get home - there was probably another 20 minutes to get to Kincardine bridge, then another 20 on the other side before she got to the other side of the Forth Bridge. This left her really short of time for getting home and back out again in time for work starting, but she hoped she'd be able to manage it.
The bridge at Kincardine wasn't too far away now, but Emily was finding herself rubbing her knees together to try and ignore the need to pee. She resolved to get across the bridge and then find somewhere with a loo, before it was too late. Perhaps her new years resolution could be to lose the pounds she'd put on recently - she realised that her belt was digging in a lot more than it used to.
The roundabout just before the bridge was snarled up with a broken down van, which created another bottleneck, but Emily got on to it at about 3.30pm - an hour and a half into what should have been a half hour journey! She was due to start work in an hour, and anticipated that if the traffic wasn't too bad on the other side, she could make it without getting a warning from her boss. As she came off the bridge and finally found herself on the right side of the Firth, she naturally followed the signs for the motorway. Passing a McDonalds, she wondered whether it would be worth pulling in to use the toilet - but time was against her, and the M9 wasn't normally too bad at this time of day, so she could surely hold it until she got home.
This was a decision she soon regretted, as the effects of the water she'd been sipping throughout the long crawl passed to her bladder. Fortunately, the rain had subsided, but the wind continued to blow at gale force and prevent her making particularly good speed. To try and make herself more comfortable, she used her right hand to hold her crotch - hoping that no lorry drivers would notice and think she was doing something else entirely! Her bladder was in a great deal of pain now and pressing against the belt on her trousers. Emily was capable of going for a long time without needing a wee - she'd gone most of the day without going before - but this invariably meant she was storing up a huge amount and she could pee for a minute and a half quite easily. Thinking back, she realised she hadn't gone since 11am - now over five hours ago - and had drunk an awful lot of water and coffee in that time.
As she approached the outskirts of the city, Emily reflected on the fact that it had taken her over an hour and a half to travel across one small stretch of water. If only she'd been in this position an hour and a half earlier, she thought as she merged with the road from the closed bridge. She was now very desperate for a wee and was again calculating how long it'd take to get home. She needed to come off the motorway, onto the bypass, then along a country road to the suburb where she lived. Hopefully, she could be home in fifteen minutes, and be at the pub in time for her shift.
The approach to the end of the motorway was slow, as traffic had to negotiate a roundabout at the end. Emily alternated fidgeting with her knees when stationary in the queue, with holding with her right hand and steering with her left as she moved slowly forward. Her bladder throbbed and ached and she could think of little else than getting the relief she needed.
Finally, it was her turning off the bypass and she wasn't far away from home. It had been a long time since she'd been this desperate for a wee. She often returned from a night out in need by the time she got off the nightbus, but she was only a few minutes walk from the stop - but there'd been at least one memorable occasion where she'd run back from the stop, such was her need.
Turning off the main road onto the B-road that took her down to the suburb she lived in, she put her foot down. It was a countryside road linking the main road and her suburb, and was pretty quiet. She was contorting herself to try and make her aching bladder feel more comfortable. Left leg was curved slightly trying to keep her thighs pressed together, right foot on the accelerator, right arm in her crotch and left arm on the wheel. It wouldn't be too long now until she got relief. Thank god. Her thoughts were so engrossed on the relief that was so badly needed, she didn't notice a tractor pulling out of a farm turning ahead. Spotting it at the last minute, she slammed the brakes on, skidding to a halt only a few inches away from disaster. The sudden shock and braking caused the seatbelt to dig into her bladder and, together with the fear of collision, Emily felt a spurt escape into her knickers.
The situation was quite serious now and she was fearful of her ability to get back to her house without having a full-blown accident. Starting her car again and following down the road, she realised that the only way she could avoid an accident was to pull over and squat. Emily really didn't like doing this, but it was the only way. As she drove down the road she looked for laybys or turnings to pull into - one looked hopeful, but a man was walking his dog and she didn't feel like giving him a scene. She continued a hundred yards down the road before turning left into a country lane where she drove down and around a corner before she pulled over. This spot would have to do - she was in a road with a hedge on one side and woods on the other. Her bladder started to pulse and as she was fumbling to undo her seatbelt she could feel another leak escape into her knickers.
She managed to open the car door and step outside, realising that there wasn't even hope of going into the woods - it had to be here. Fidgeting on the spot, almost as if running on the spot, she tried to undo her belt. At almost the same time, she could feel her pee start to leak into her knickers slowly but surely, and as she managed to undo her belt she could feel the stream increasing. Emily tore her knickers down and pushed her bottom out and released a long, hissing and desperately-needed bladder full of pee onto the already-soaked verge. She hadn't shaved in a while, and the pee ran through her hair and dripped down from her backside. She continued, backside in the air visible to anybody, for almost two minutes. A builders van drove past and beeped at her, but she wasn't bothered. Her prime feeling was of relief, having finally managed to have the long-needed pee.
As her bladder emptied itself of the last few drops, she came back to her senses. She looked down and saw her pink knickers had a large damp spot in the crotch where she'd lost control, and dribbles towards the back where she'd pulled them down as she was in mid-flow. There was nothing for it though - she had to pull them back on and do her trousers up. At least home wasn't far away, and her trousers didn't have any visible marks on them.
Pulling into her street a few minutes later, she parked up and got out the car and into her flat. Emily looked at her phone for the first time since she'd left home, and saw a text from her boss at the pub. She shouldn't worry about coming in tonight if the weather was so bad that the journey would be difficult, and her boss had seen about the bridge closure on the news...! |
Author's Note: It's been quite a while since I've written anything, so I'm really not sure if this will be any good, but here's some omo of Cait from Fallout 4. I have an idea for Curie as well, so watch out for that here.
Cait sat in a dilapidated chair at a table tucked into a corner of the Combat Zone, nursing a drink and getting prepared for her next fight. Her corset and red hair making it painfully obvious to any newcomers that she wasn't one of the raiders, but she wasn't the boss either. She and Tommy had managed to keep their heads above the water for three years, him providing the business sense and commentary, and her fighting anyone stupid enough to try to take her on.
Looking around at the abysmal state of the place, she couldn't help but curse the raiders for taking over, nearly running the place into the ground. If they weren't such huge fans of the combat, they surely would have, but as it stood, Tommy had convinced them to become the new clientele with strict rules and harsh punishments for breaking them.
Knowing her next fight was coming up – against some no name raider who she'd never fought before – Cait finished her drink, rose from her chair, and headed to her room. She felt a pressure in her bladder, one she was all too familiar with. Drinking to escape the past inevitably lead to more problems, one of the least of which was having to piss frequently. She planned to go to her room, relieve herself, shoot up some of her stash of psycho, and clear her head before the fight.
As she walked, however, Tommy intercepted her. The ghoul was an old friend, if you could call the man who owned your contract and signed your checks a friend. Nonetheless, they had known each other for years, and had a sort of mutual respect, and his mottled face was familiar enough that she didn't feel disgust at the sight of him.
“Cait, glad I caught you.” He said, rasping in the way only a ghoul can. “I needed to have a word with you before this fight.”
“Look, Tommy, I'm kinda on my way to somethin'. Can't it wait until after the fight?” She asked, the drink and her accent playing havoc with the words. Tommy opened the door to his office, and ushered her in, and she knew she wasn't getting away that easy. Once the door had shut behind them, he answered. “I'm afraid it can't, Little Bird. I know you always claim it's not my place, that I'm a damn fool who doesn't know fighting, but damn it. I can tell you're getting sloppy. I can see the effect the drugs and the drink are having on you, and I need you to straighten up.” He said, his emotion bleeding through despite his best efforts to sound businesslike. “I just don't think our...clients will keep paying for sloppy fights.”
“Ha! Sloppy? You're an idiot, you know that, Tommy? I'm the best fighter 'round here, and they all know it out there. They've all taken their shots, and they all missed, and know they just get to watch. Why don't'cha mind your own business?” She said, quickly growing furious for being dragged into a rehash of the same old argument, especially when all she wanted was to piss before she had to fight.
Hell, having to piss would make me a hell of a lot more sloppy than the damn psycho. She thought, wondering why Tommy felt the need to bring this up every other week. It was the same discussion every time. Him claiming the drugs were making her sloppy, her saying he was an idiot, then she walks away and nothing changes. She just wished he had put it off another day or so, for a time when she wasn't quite so desperate for relief.
“We both see it, Little Bird. I've looked after you for a while now, and I don't want to see my prize fighter go down to some two-bit punk she could have easily taken out if she weren't strung out, y'know?” He said, practically pleading with her.
“We also both know how this conversation ends, Tommy. I'm goin' to my room, I've got a fight to get ready for, in case you forgot.” Cait said, heading for the door as Tommy threw his hands up in defeat. By now, he knew that his little talks were a wasted effort, but couldn't bring himself to just give up.
By the time Cait reached her room, she realized she had to make a choice. She could feel withdrawal from the psycho setting in, but also had to piss so badly she could hardly stand still, the pressure in her bladder shifting into a pain. After a brief consideration, she went to her stash, grabbed the psycho, and shot up. While she had to piss badly, the shaking and headaches from the lack of psycho would end up being much harder on her. The usual rush of adrenaline, leading to increased strength and aggression, that came with psycho was lost on her, her years of abuse making the drug have almost no effect on her, instead simply letting her feel normal.
She heard Tommy beginning his announcements, and knew it was time for her to head back down. She definitely couldn't skip a fight right after one of his little talks, even Tommy had a limit to his patience, and it'd be much harder for Cait to get her hands on a steady supply of drinks and chems without the Combat Zone. She'd just have to skip all the showboating, put the new meat in his place, then take care of her rapidly filling bladder.
~X~
Cait stood in the bright lights of the cage, the prime attraction of the Combat Zone which drew in raiders from all over the Commonwealth. Tommy was rambling his introductions as always, but Cait had tuned him out completely, all of her attention on fighting her body's desperate cries for relief. She managed to lean against the wall of the cage, and cross her legs casually, bringing relief without being obvious.
There was a part of Cait that was actually somewhat worried. She hadn't expected her need to piss to get quite this bad, it was certainly worse than she could ever remember. Would she be able to fight at all in this condition? If she could, would she be able to hold on long enough? As she wondered, she looked over the raider she was to fight. He was big, sure, but that meant he'd be slow. If it had been any of the regulars, she knew she could take them. But he was new. New could mean all sorts of things.
“And now,” Tommy rasped over the speakers “Let's get down to fighting!”
Cait snapped to focus, as the raider charged toward her. Shit. She thought, as she managed to just barely sidestep the charge, hitting him in the back as she did. Shoulda paid more attention. This bastard's faster than I thought. As she changed her stance, preparing for another charge, she saw the raider had changed his style as well. Rather than going for another charge, he began circling the cage, forcing her to mirror his movements lest he gain the upper hand.
As they circled, each combatant looked for an opening. Before too long, Cait's body gave the raider his opening. While she had managed to keep herself under control so far, the pain suddenly became unbearable, causing her to double over in pain. She gasped, as a spurt of piss shot out of her before she could stop it.
“Shit.” Cait hissed through clenched teeth, fighting to stop her bladder from emptying. Her opponent could see quite clearly what was happening, the light dark patch on her crotch, and her desperately trying to regain control. He took his chance, delivering a sudden punch to her abdomen. Cait staggered back, the force of the blow nearly knocking her down. While she managed to stay on her feet, the blow was too much for her bladder.
“Fuck, no, no...” She said, pressing her hands desperately between her legs as she tried to stop herself, but it was in vain. Her hot piss rushed out of her, rushing down her legs, soaking her pants, and splashing on the floor of the cage. Cait sighed with relief, though it seemed as though it would never stop. Her opponent watching her with a smug expression, Tommy and the audience looking on in a mixture of confusion and disgust.
But once the rush of piss stopped, and the feeling of stunned relief and pain faded, Cait felt only rage. She roared as she charged the raider, who was off guard, overly confident she couldn't recover that quickly from wetting herself. The look of shock on his face as she smashed her fist into it was almost worth the pain and embarrassment, and the satisfying crunch as he crumpled to the floor was even better. As he attempted to recover, she kicked him in the head, knocking him out cold.
“And what are you bastards gawkin' at?” She shouted at Tommy, the other fighters, and her raider audience. “You never seen someone piss themselves before?” Cait walked out of the cage and back to her room, hoping she could pretend this never happened. |
Piper Wright had taken her leave of Diamond City several hours ago. Having published an article accusing Mayor McDonough of being a synthetic replacement installed by the Institute – known as Synths for short – she had decided to be out of town for the worst of the fallout. After printing the story, she left it with Nat for delivery, and walked out of the house.
She had felt the need to piss before she left, but wanted to be sure she was gone before the story had time to spread. Deciding she could make it back before she ran into any real trouble, she made her way towards the city's entrance anyway.
Whenever Piper left Diamond City, she would explore some of the local landmarks that the Commonwealth had to offer. One of her favorite parts of Publick Occurrences was reporting on the dangers of the Commonwealth, in order to help the citizens of Diamond City. While much of the paper focused on casting light on the Institute's actions in the Commonwealth, Piper enjoyed being able to help people on a more basic level.
Her many ventures out had made her fairly confident in her abilities in the wasteland. As a journalist, she was very observant and spotted most dangers before it was too late, and was fairly gifted with her trusty 10mm pistol.
Today it seemed like everywhere she went was cleared. A few raider groups were trying to re-establish in buildings near the Back Bay, staying well away from Swan, of course. But they didn't spot her, and she didn't want to pick a fight. Especially since, having been out for a while, her bladder had become quite full.
It had become a pressing concern the last few minutes, but it was probably about time for her to head back to the city anyway. Surely the story would have run its course, and however mad the Mayor was, he wouldn't have the initial fury he undoubtedly felt on reading the story. She could walk back, get to her house, and be just fine. What could go wrong?
~X~
“What do you mean you can't open the gate? Stop playing around, Danny! I'm standing out here in the open, for crying out loud!” Piper shouted, her desperation starting to be too much for her. If she were locked out for too long, there would be no way she'd make it home before she lost control. She knew the Mayor would be mad, but never suspected he'd have the nerve to lock her out.
“I got orders not to let you in, Miss Piper. I'm sorry, I'm just doing my job.” Danny Sullivan, the gate guard of Diamond City answered, apologetically.
“'Just doing your job?' Protecting Diamond City means keeping me out, is that it? 'Oh, look, it's the scary reporter!' Boo!” Piper mocked.
“I'm sorry, but Mayor McDonough's really steamed, Piper. Sayin' that article you wrote was all lies. The whole city's in a tizzy.” He said, in an effort to defend himself.
Undeterred, Piper growled in frustration and said “You open this gate right now, Danny Sullivan! I live here. You can't just lock me out!” But, when there was no response, sighed with resignation. If Danny wouldn't open the gate, there was no way she could return to her home. As if on cue, a twinge of pain shot through her, causing her to cross her legs lightly to maintain her control.
Just before she turned to walk away, and hopefully find somewhere she could relieve herself safely and privately be to their help and some of her ingenuity, she had gotten the city gates opened for the both of them. Piper's relief on entering the city was short lived, however, as Mayor McDonough was waiting to confront her.
“Piper! Who let you back inside? I told Sullivan to keep that gate shut!” The Mayor shouted. “You devious rabble-rousing slanderer! The...the level of dishonesty in that paper of yours! I'll have that printer scrapped for parts!”
Cutting him off before he could finish, as she was far too desperate to listen to his tirade, Piper said “Is that a statement, Mr. McDonough? 'Tyrant Mayor Shuts Down the Press'?” While the Mayor stammered for a response, she turned to the newcomer once more. “Why don't we ask the newcomer. You support the press, right?”
The involvement of a newcomer to Diamond City shut down McDonough completely, as he began pandering to them to make up for his bad first impression. And it was a good thing, as Piper's situation had reached a critical stage. It took all of her willpower to keep her bladder under control without using her hands or crossing her legs, neither of which she would allow the Mayor to see. During his spiel, Piper offered an interview to the stranger, and took off.
The walk from the city's entrance to the Publick Occurrences building that also served as her house was short, but even so, Piper was hardly able to make it. Her walk was slow, and steady, as she knew that rushing would only make holding the flood of piss that much harder. After what felt like an agonizing eternity, she reached the door, made it inside, and shut it behind her.
Piper breathed a sigh of relief, she had made it home without incident. She could now make it to her bathroom, and the crisis would be averted. As she tried to move away from the door, however, she felt an intense twinge of pain and pressure as her bladder begged her for relief. Before she could stop it, a spurt of piss shot out, running down her leg and forming a small dark patch.
Piper groaned in frustration. She had made it so far! There was no way she'd piss herself, not when she was so close to salvation. She steeled herself, and walked towards the bathroom. Each step was agonizing, her body desperately wanted relief, she just hoped that she could force herself to hold it just long enough.
She reached the bathroom, but before she could so much as open the door the pressure overwhelmed her. Despite her best efforts to staunch the flow, she pressed her hands between her legs but couldn't stop the warm piss from flooding down her legs, soaking her pants and splattering onto the floor. After what felt like an eternity, her bladder was finally empty.
Piper took a shuddering breath, unable to believe she had pissed herself. She had fallen back against the door of the bathroom, unable to keep to her feet. As she caught her breath, she righted herself, and sighed. It looked like she had some cleaning up to do, hopefully before Nat made her way back home, or she would never hear the end of it.
Author's Note: Here it is, I hope it lives up to expectations! |
"How are you liking your new body?" you ask Curie, from across the table.
"Oh, it is magnifique! Though I believe it will take a lot of getting used to." she answered, as she looked around the bar in the Third Rail, taking in the sights. "For instance, everything looks so different when you see with only two eyes!"
"I can imagine." you say, smiling at her. "It's obviously going to be a big change for you, but I can already tell it's going to be for the better."
"Yes! I will be able to make so much progress in my research with the spark of inspiration!" she said, excitement lighting up her face.
In order to advance her research, you had assisted Curie in her efforts to transfer her memories from an aging Mr. Handy to a Synth body. After a brief time getting used to the basics of a synth body, and a trip to Daisy's to pick up some clothing for her new body, Curie had wanted to celebrate with some drinks at the Third Rail, something she had never hoped to experience. She had decided on a formal dress that fit her excellently, and as such, you had dressed up to match.
"I'm excited to see what you'll accomplish, Curie." you say, excited for what the future might bring.
Curie grew somewhat flustered, and said "Do not tease poor Curie!" with a slight giggle.
As you are conversing, Whitechapel Charlie brings you your drinks, and jets off.
"I am glad that you brought us here, I cannot wait to try my first drink! There are countless things for me to experience, that I have read about but never hoped to feel for myself!" Curie said, as she tasted her drink. She nodded, pleased by the taste, and downed it quickly. "Yahoo!" she exclaimed, and beckoned Charlie for another.
"Curie, you might want to take it easy with that." you say, concerned. "You don't know how you'll be affected yet."
"But of course, that is why I must learn, no?" she says, her confidence and curiosity convincing you she could handle it.
"Yes, there is a lot you'll have to learn. But I'd be happy to teach you everything, Curie." you say, and see her face redden slightly once more.
"One thing I do not believe I will ever get used to are these emotions. It is like a constant flurry of information, seeming to get worse when you speak to me. And yet, the feeling is not unpleasant. It is beyond understanding." she said, already working on a new drink Charlie had dropped off.
~X~
The drinking and conversation continued, you and Curie both enjoying a night out. Usually nights were reserved for watching over settlements and helping where needed, or for scavenging and exploring, but the Third Rail was a nice change of pace. While you had stayed restrained, still sipping occasionally from the same drink, Curie had been making the most of the night. She had wanted to try as many drinks as she could, and any she particularly liked she would usually order again.
After the first couple of drinks, she started to giggle more frequently. A couple of times, she became so caught up talking that she forgot to breathe, and you would have to stop her to ensure she didn't pass out halfway through your night out. Of course, once she caught her breath, this would just make her laugh even more.
"These drinks...they cause such strange feelings! I have information about alcohol, though it was more about its sanitation uses in a lab setting." Curie said. "But this is so new, so unique. I knew humans enjoyed it, but never thought it would be so fun! Yet it leaves me with a strange fullness.”
Thinking nothing of it, you say “Well, that's normal when you drink so much. It'll just take some time to process through your body, then it will fade.” while you assumed Curie was simply filling up on drink, it was in fact her bladder that was becoming so full.
“Intriguing, it is so different to actually feel such things, rather than work off of an encyclopedic knowledge.” she said, crossing her legs, and fidgeting slightly, doing anything that seemed to bring relief from her rapidly filling bladder.
“What's wrong, Curie? You seem nervous.” you probe, wanting to help her in any way that you could. In response, you received a giggle.
"No, I am not nervous. I just find that this fidgeting, this position, it helps with the pressure." she said, and it finally hits you that maybe there's more going on here than you thought. The way she was crossing her legs, and could hardly sit still, were obvious signs that she had to piss. You also realized just what an awkward situation this could be, considering this was the first time Curie had felt anything like this.
"Curie, I think it's about time we head out. I was thinking we could split a room at the Hotel Rexford, and call it a night." you say, hoping she would leave with you now, so you could avoid being stuck here while her situation became worse and worse.
"Awh, but I have not tried everything. If we go now, do you promise we can come back later?" she asked, with a face so hopeful that all you could do was agree, especially with the feelings all her squirming and fidgeting were causing in you.
"Yes, of course!" you answer, as you rise from the table and help her up. "We can come back any time you'd like."
"Wonderful! I shall await our return with baited breath!" Curie said. As you walked out, it seemed she was walking more slowly than when you came in, though whether that was your imagination or the fullness of her bladder, you couldn't tell.
~X~
By the time you reached the Hotel Rexford, paid for a room, and walked up the stairs, things were not going well for Curie. She could hardly walk by this point, and it seemed as though she had to keep her hands between her legs to have any hope of holding on. But strangely, that only seemed to thrill her. She hadn't stopped smiling once, and her giggling seemed more frequent, even if it did nearly cause her to piss herself each time.
"Curie, that full feeling of yours? I was wrong before, I think it's actually a need to...relieve yourself." you say, hoping that while the feeling is new, she has plenty of information on the concept.
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "That makes much more sense, but I feel as though I can hardly move, my dear friend." the desperation strained her voice, and you could tell her bladder must be killing her. As you moved towards her, to help walk her to the hotel room's bathroom, she suddenly doubled over.
The pressure in her bladder surged up in a wave too painful for her to bear, and a spurt of piss escaped her before she could stop it. With her hands jamming her dress between her legs, a dark patch formed. You reached her, and helped her stand up straight.
"It's okay, Curie, I know this must feel awful, but we'll get you to the bathroom." you say, trying to comfort her.
"Awful? No, it is actually quite pleasant. I feel such a strange warmth, the relief is very pleasant." she said, giggling. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. It had always been a secret pleasure for you, but hearing Curie so casually say she enjoyed it was almost too much for you.
The shock stopped you dead in your tracks, but Curie didn't have that brief moment to spare. Before you could regain your composure, Curie let out a moan that was a mix of desperation and pleasure, as her bladder emptied itself. The hot piss soaked through her hands, her dress, and rushed down her legs, splattering onto the floor. It seemed like the torrent would never stop, but after a moment she was empty.
"That was...unexpected." Curie said, still smiling from the pleasure it had brought her. "And we can do that again, yes?"
"Uh...yeah, but it's not something that we can do in public." you say, feeling a strange mixture of dread and excitement for how such a curious and experimentative mind would react to an explanation of fetishes. But you had to make sure Curie understood that these things had their place.
Author's Note: Welp, I finally did it. I'm not sure if I'll write more for the series or not, the story centered on each female companion was all I had planned. Regardless, I hope everybody likes it! |
Before you start a riot, yes I watch anime. Anyways I got this idea from an episode of Yo Kai Watch where Nate uses Fidgephant, a Yo Kai that makes you have go take a whiz very badly, even at the worst possible times, to snap Jibanyan out of depression and into having to urinate. Anyways enjoy.
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A day in the city, everything seems normal. Just doing... city stuff I guess. You can enjoy your days walking around and eating the best of food known to existence. Everything seems normal, right? riiiiiiiiiiiiight?
WRONG! There are actually invisible beings that change the world with their mischievous ways. And this is all seen by a normal kid named Nate: wielder of the Yo Kai Watch, a magical device that enables him to see the Yo Kai and summon them with medals.
Anyway, our story starts in the park. Where Nate is sitting at the bench enjoying the day with his Yo Kai butler Whisper and his roommate Jibanyan, who is also a Yo Kai.
*SLURRRRRRRRRRRRRK, GULP* "man, I never knew these shakes were so good, neow." Jibanyan said as he took another large gulp. He was really enjoying the park sale, and was also having a good time.
"You know, if you drink that too fast, it can end up coming back on you. hehe," Nate said with a smile on his face.
"What? you mean as in... oh..." Whisper said. "Yes, Nate has a point there. Don't you remember what happened to you with Fidgephant?"
"Ah, it'll be fine! what are the odds of that happening again?" Jibanyan said as he threw the empty cup into the garbage bin. Then some guy came up and screamed STOP RIGHT THERE CRIMINAL!
"Uh... who is THAT!?" Nate said.
"Ah, yes. This appears to be Det. HoldIt. He's a person who watches over Yo Kai to make sure they follow the law properly." Whisper said. "So what are you after Jibanyyan for? He seems innocent."
"YOU KNOW WHAT HE DID!" Det. HoldIt said. "He threw a recyclable cup IN THE TRASH CAN!"
"woah woah woah, this doesn't seem like something to give Jibanyan a ticket." Nate said. After a bit of talk they found it would be a fine of $1,000.
"WHAT!? I DON'T HAVE THAT KIND OF-"
"Hold on Nate! come back here behind the tree. Jibanyan you come back too." Whisper said as he dragged them behind a tree. They came up with the good plan to run. Meanwhile Jibanyan was feeling that shake coming back at him.
'I can hold it, i'm a Yo kai' he thought. Then Nate and company made a run for it.
"YOU GET BACK HERE! STOP BREAKING THE LAW!" HoldIt screamed as he chased them Nate had to act fast, and decided to use a medal.
"Alright, I have a plan! i'm gonna use Wuzzat to get him off us! Yo Kai medal, DO YOUR THING!"
"NO NATE WAIT THAT'S THE MEDAL FOR-"
SUMMONING TOUGH! FIDGEPHANT!
"Fidgephant..."
"this can still work! Fidgephant, use your power on Det. HoldIt!" Nate said. then Fidgephant sent a ring at HoldIt, but it missed and hit Jibanyan. (if you ask me, I think this is the work of buhu)
"NNGH! Fidgephant you IDIOT!" Jibanyan was hit with the powerful urge to see a man about a horse (you yo kai watch fans should know what that means). Anyways after that predicament they made more of a run for it.
"ok, I think I have the right one! Yo Kai medal, DO YOUR THING!"
SUMMONING CHARMING! CADIN!
"AH! well that was a nice nap! ming ming! Oh, hey Nate!"
"NATE THAT WAS THE WRONG MEDAL! AGAIN!" Whisper yelled. Just as that happened HoldIt caught the four of them. Then they were thrown into a jail cell.
"Let me guess. You threw a recyclable cup is the trash."
"Yep."
"Well, I guess i'll try and get us out, ming ming." Cadin tried to cut through the bars but ran out of energy very quickly. "I might need some help."
"nngh, Naaaaaaate! I still need help, neow!" Jibanyan was losing his bladder strength. He was jumping around, hands in crotch, the kind of stuff you do when you need to urinate. Meanwhile Nate was busy trying to get them out.
"Sorry Jibanyan, i'll help soon. Alright, Yo Kai medal, DO YOUR THING!"
SUMMONING BRAVE! BLAZION!
So after 5 minutes of Blazion and Cadin trying to break the bar, still no progress and Cadin just gave up while Blazion kept attacking the bar. Then Cadin went to help Jibanyan.
"Is something wrong, ming ming?" Cadin said in his supportive tone.
"AAH! it's coming out already!"
"uh, hey Cadin, you don't happen to have something that can store liquids, do you?"
"Actually, i have something else! I picked up this special key only cicadas hold, ming ming! just give me a second." Cadin put the key in a secret lock and revealed a hidden bathroom. "There you go. Go ahead and do what you need to."
"I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE!" Jibanyan ran into the bathroom, shut the door, removed his under clothing (if he has any), sat on the toilet, and released a torrent of urine. He urinated for about 3 minutes, give or take the affect Fidgephant gave him. He then flushed, washed his hands, and came out.
"Ahh, that feels so much better, neow." Jibanyan sighed with relief. Then Blazion broke the bar and ran off.
"Wow, he actually did it," Whisper said.
"Well he was determinated. so how about we go to the park?" Nate asked. Everyone agreed and they went out, with Det. HoldIt never knowing they escaped.
THE END
no Yo Kai were harmed in the making of this story |
Hey guys, this is my first story here. It's based off the experiences of myself and others I've talked to, so there may be some themes and actions that I don't agree with. This story is by no means an endorsement of those themes and actions. I hope you enjoy, and all feedback is appreciated.
Part I
This ride into Parakeet Pointe did not inspire the same awe as last time.
Kelsey Hillner remembered it perfectly. Three years ago, her favorite summer vacation had started at night, when their car crossed over the bridge brought the town into full view. Her dad didn't seem to quite know where he was going, but it turned out to be valuable reconnaissance for Kelsey and her sister. They passed by the glowing boardwalk, stared up at the giant water slides and roller coasters, and in a moment of particular confusion by her parents, nearly drove right onto the beach. She fell in love with the town right then and there, coming up with a mental checklist of everything she wanted to see and do. When they left a week later it had been such a fun time that she couldn't even be disappointed they didn't get to half of it.
But now it was the middle of a Wednesday afternoon. No bright lights. No boats in the bay. There was something sad, she thought, about seeing a beach paradise in the winter. Some of the sadness she felt was her own, though, a tinge of bitterness that their family hadn't returned, instead spending this past summer at some ancient Civil War battlefield in the middle of nowhere, Pennsyltucky. Yuck. Now they were heading back to Parakeet Pointe only because her aunt and uncle and cousins had just moved there. Kelsey felt more than a little jealous, but passing by some deserted-for-the-season beach shops helped. It wasn't always a party here.
This time her dad got the exit ramp right, and they turned onto the bridge over the bay.
"Didn't miss the Pointe this time!" he said, then turned to his wife in the passenger for some acknowledgement of the daddest of jokes. It had been over eleven years since Kelsey was born, so that was over eleven years worth of experience with the toughest of comedy crowds: his family.
Shannon reacted the way she usually did to her her husband's humor, with a polite chuckle. The important thing, she knew, was to recognize that the joke was made, move on, and not let him get on a roll. That's his bread-and-butter. Rye so serious? These bread jokes never get mold! The jokes popped in her head anyway, and a smile broke out. She definitely kneaded to move on.
"Do you guys remember that?" her mom asked, pointing out the right side of the car. "It looks like they got a bunch of new rides."
Kelsey looked past her sister Morgan, whose eyes were still glued down at the iPad on her lap, and out the window at the amusement park. Three years ago she hadn't been tall enough to go on all the things she wanted, but she hoped her recent growth spurt would be her ticket in. Now she was bigger even than a lot of boys in her grade, and she was pretty sure she remembered hearing them brag about how many times they rode the Steel Panther coaster back home.
"Do you think it's open?" she asked. She had been looking intently for signs of life but hadn't seen any cars go by on the tracks. Even though it wasn't sunny and 90 degrees, it's not like there was snow on the ground. They couldn't close it down the whole winter, could they?
"I'm not sure, we can drive by and check though," her mom replied, then turned to her dad. "Here, turn right here, the entrance is right down this road. Your brother isn't expecting us just yet anyway."
In the back seat, Morgan sighed.
"There's still plenty of stuff for you even if you can't go on all the rides," Kelsey assured her sister. "I was only eight years old like you when we were here and it was still fun."
"Yeah, I guess," Morgan said.
Kelsey looked over. Her sister was still staring down at the screen, holding the tablet on her lap, but she wasn't even playing her game any more. Their mom turned around from the front seat.
"Everything okay back there? Morgan?"
"Yeah. I just thought we were getting there soon so I could use the bathroom."
"Well, sorry, Morgan, but I've told you this, we're not mind readers. You have to let us know if you need the bathroom. Is it an emergency?"
"No," Morgan said, after a beat. Their mom frowned.
"Okay... we're just making this one quick detour and then we'll be there."
A few minutes later, they pulled up to the entrance of the park. It wasn't open, that was obvious, but they couldn't make out what the posted sign said.
"Kelsey, hop out and look real quick."
She opened the door and rushed over the sign, giving a big thumbs up back toward the car as she saw the words "Winter Hours." She walked back toward the car and her mom rolled down the window.
"They're open all day but only on Saturday and Sunday."
"Okay, great... hey, did you see anywhere up there where your sister could go pee?"
Kelsey turned back to confirm what she thought: the only bathrooms she saw had been right behind the closed entrance. In the area around all she saw were gated-up restaurants and souvenir shops. She shook her head.
"Mom, I told you, I'm fine," Morgan said from the back seat, hoping she sounded more sure than she was.
Kelsey got back in the car and they started off again. She noticed that Morgan had put the iPad away and now was simply looking out the window. Her left foot kept tapping and every couple of minutes she would press her legs together tightly, then relax. More than once she pressed her hand against herself through her jeans.
Feeling badly for her sister, Kelsey asked how much longer it'd be. She noticed Morgan's attention shift from the window upon hearing the question.
"About fifteen minutes or so. This is still the really touristy part, their house is just past all this."
For Morgan's sake, at least, they were on the main road now, driving at a good clip and not getting stuck at a red light every corner. She crossed her legs and buried her hand between them. With the other, she placed the iPad back over herself to hopefully conceal what she was doing. She was sure could hold it for fifteen more minutes. Well, pretty sure.
The seatbelt pressing against her bladder definitely wasn't helping. She adjusted herself in the seat, putting her feet on the edge and sticking her knees up. She used her right hand to hold herself, but the momentary relief that brought was erased by her mind zeroing in on how badly she needed to pee.
Singing songs to herself in her head was helping, but only a little bit. She was in the middle of a verse when the car rolled to a stop. Morgan snapped out of karaoke mode. Finally, they were there!
Only, there was no house around. It was still the roadway.
"Ummmm, why did we stop?" she asked meekly.
"It's a drawbridge, honey," her mom replied. "It has to open up to let that big boat through."
Kelsey and Morgan glanced out the window and saw the boat approaching slowly. To Morgan it seemed like it might as well be going backwards. She had been repeating fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes to herself over and over and now this stupid boat was going to make her pee in her pants. She pushed her thighs together tightly once again and twisted to her side to relieve the pressure of the seatbelt. This time the fidgeting caught the attention of their mom, who turned back.
"Morgan, don't sit like that!" she scolded.
She turned back forward and tried to sit as normally as she could as to avoid another question about her bladder. It was just about the one thing she didn't want to think or talk about. As soon as their mom looked back toward the bridge and the boat finally, mercifully, passing by, Morgan stuck her hands back between her legs.
It took just about every muscle Morgan knew she had, and some she didn't, to hold back the flood as they drove over the bumpy drawbridge. She looked around and finally saw some houses. They couldn't be far now.
"We're almost there, Morg, be a big girl and hold it just a few more minutes," her mom said. Morgan's face turned red. She hated her mother's "be a big girl" talks. Too focused on her bladder to speak, she managed a nod.
Kelsey's eyes remained fixed on her little sister, who could no longer make secret to anybody her urgent need: she was bouncing up and down with one leg crossed over the other and both hands buried between. Kelsey noticed her chewing on her lip and taking short, quick breaths as she continued to fight.
They turned down one street, and then another, before her dad announced "This is it... let's see, 23, 25, 27..." he read out address numbers as they went by. "Here it is, 33!"
He pulled alongside the curb and stopped the car. The girls clicked their seatbelts off and opened their doors. Morgan took a deep breath and took off running across the lawn toward the front door, taking short, choppy steps as her bladder ached for relief. She got to the porch and rang the doorbell and waited.
And waited, and waited, and waited. How long does it take to answer the door?!" Kelsey caught up with her on the porch.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," Morgan whispered as they waited. Finally, the door swung open and their aunt appeared. A moment of strange silence passed as Morgan kept dancing around.
Kelsey looked over at her sister, who was doubled over and shaking at the knees. She saw tears start to well in her eyes and was finally able to break the silence for her sister.
"Uh, bathroom?" Kelsey managed to get out.
"Oh, oh, of course!" her aunt said. "It's down the hall just before the kitchen."
Morgan raced past her aunt and into the house. Briefly disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings, she felt a drop of pee squeeze past her defense and hit her underwear. Tensing herself up even more, she started down the hallway in some kind of run/walk/shuffle maneuver.
Past the living room the bathroom finally came into sight. She felt another spasm come over her and another half-second jet of pee come out. Her hands still pressed firmly against herself, she felt the damp fabric up against her skin. By the time she was in the doorway and could see the toilet the drops had turned into a trickle. She rushed in, undid her jeans, yanked them and her underwear down and finally, finally sat down the toilet.
The pee gushed out forcefully, like it was all trying to get out at once. The loud splash against the toilet bowl and water made Morgan blush as she realized she had forgotten to close the door. It went on and no with no sign of stopping when Kelsey appeared in the doorway. Still peeing, Morgan looked up, red-faced.
"You should really close the door, you know," Kelsey said playfully.
"I thought I was going to burst, sorry," Morgan said as her stream turned to steady, then a dribble, and finally abated. "I can't believe I made it."
"Umm, except you peed on the floor," Kelsey said, noticing a few yellow droplets against the white tile.
"Well okay I didn't like 100 percent make it but that's like nothing," Morgan conceded as she tore off some toilet paper to wipe up the floor. She was more concerned with her panties and jeans anyway. Looking down, there was no mistaking the tennis ball-sized wet spot on her undies but a sense of pride came over her as she felt her jeans: dry.
"You're not gonna tell mom, are you?" Morgan asked. "You know how she is sometimes with this stuff..."
"No, it's okay," Kelsey said. "Let's go and get our bags from the car before she starts wondering." |
II.
The girls brought their stuff in and started to get settled. This house was huge, but with all three of her cousins each having their own room, that left Kelsey and Morgan to share one. That was no big deal, since they did the same thing back home, but Kelsey knew she wasn't going to like sharing a bed. She was a light sleeper, often waking up at home from Morgan's tossing and turning and really exploring the studio space in her own bed across the room. Now she was going to be restlessly sleeping right next to her. At least the mattress seemed comfortable enough, plus there was a TV in the room. That's pretty cool, she thought.
She was excited for her cousins to get home from school, the last day before their winter break started. They grew up about a half-hour away but then her uncle got a job on the other side of the other country and they hadn't seen them in two years. Now that his new new job brought them to Parakeet Pointe, a few hours away, Kelsey was hopeful she'd see them more often.
Most of their visits back then had been the typically boring family get-togethers, but since then Kelsey had been texting and Skyping with Alyssa all the time. She was a year older than Kelsey but it turned out they had nearly identical interests. Kelsey had just been playing MagnetiKoala against her on the drive over until Alyssa had to put her phone in her locker for a math test.
She peeked in one bedroom and recognized the 'Save the Whales' posters above the bed from her Skype chats; this was definitely Alyssa's room. She thumbed through a stack of books on the shelf and smiled. A small part of her had been worried that Alyssa was just being nice to her, going along with what they talked about but then ultimately going off and doing something better, something cooler. Alyssa always seemed to have the coolest stories about her and her friends. But here were some well-worn books that Kelsey liked, too, and that made her happy.
Across the hall she could tell from the trophies and band posters that it was Brandon's room. He was Alyssa's older brother and Kelsey had only talked to him a few times since they'd last seen each other. He was nice enough but she didn't really want to poke around in his stuff. She skipped over that room and stopped in the doorway of Zoe's room. It was mostly little kid stuff, not much different from what Morgan's half of their room looked like at home.
She was about to head back downstairs to see what everyone else was doing but a set of mini dolls on her bedside table caught her eyes. It looked like... yeah! It was the emotion characters from Inside Out. Kelsey loved that movie and stepped in the room for a closer look. They were so cute, she thought. She picked up Joy and sat down on Zoe's bed. She paused at the noise it made.
It sounded like... what? She shifted her weight around on the bed and it came to her. It was the sound that used to keep her up at night when Morgan used to roll around on it her sleep, a plastic sheet to protect the mattress from any bedwetting. Did her little cousin really still have accidents at night? She was almost Morgan's age, and it had been at least a few years since her sister needed it. Alyssa had never mentioned anything about it, but then again, it never really came up.
She lifted the sheets to make sure: yup, that's definitely what it was. Kelsey wondered if maybe her aunt was just paranoid with the new bedding, but she just tested out her and Morgan's bed and she definitely would've noticed something like that. Her mind flashed back to when Morgan was six and wondered if Zoe had to wear diapers, too.
Idly curious, she took a quick look in the closet. That's where her parents had kept the ones for Morgan, but she didn't see anything. Maybe they were in the dresser, Kelsey thought, or maybe she didn't need diapers and this is just silly. She wasn't about to rifle through her cousin's stuff, but she did duck her head to look under the bed.
There it was. Kelsey pulled out the pink package of Goodnites. She took one out of the package, suddenly feeling very intrusive into Zoe's life. Kelsey looked at the pair of Goodnites and thought that they looked a lot more like regular underwear then when Morgan had them. You could still tell up close what they were, but Kelsey found the design on them wasn't a whole lot different from some of her own underwear.
She heard the front door open downstairs and looked outside. Her uncle's car was back and he was walking toward the door with Alyssa and Brandon, which meant Zoe had been the one to come in, which meant...
Kelsey kicked the package of Goodnites back under Zoe's bed and retreated back to her room. She was still holding the Goodnite in one hand, and the Joy doll in the other. She didn't want her cousin to think she was messing with her stuff, and she definitely didn't want her to know that she had found out about the plastic sheet and the diapers.
The doll was going to be easy enough to put back, but the Goodnite was a different story. Kelsey decided it'd be best to just get downstairs as soon as she could and deal with this later. She folded up the Goodnite and stuffed it in the front pocket of her bag. She walked out and heard her parents greeting her cousins. She tiptoed into Zoe's room, put Joy back on the table, and snuck back out.
* * *
Her sister asleep next to her, Kelsey mindlessly flipped through channels on the TV. Sure, there may not have been anything on, but for Kelsey having one in the bedroom was a grand luxury. She wasn't going to let it go to waste.
She heard a light knock on the door, then it swung open before she had a chance to answer. Her mom stepped into the room.
"You're still up?!" she whispered at Kelsey, keeping care not to disturb Morgan. "It's way past your bedtime, young lady!"
"Sorry, mom, I guess I didn't notice how late it was."
"Well, it's almost midnight! Did you brush your teeth already?"
"Yeah, like two hours ago."
"Good, because two hours ago was supposed to be bedtime. Now turn the TV off and go to sleep!"
Kelsey flicked the screen off and turned off the lamp next to her as her mom closed the door behind her. She rolled over onto her side and tried to fall asleep. Morgan had been like a rock while she watched TV, but Kelsey rolled her eyes as actually looking for some sleep was apparently her cue to start thrashing around. She wished she had her own room like her cousins.
She eventually was able to nod off, but woke up a couple of hours later. It was Morgan flopping over that woke her up, but she was sleeping soundly now. Instead it was the pressure in Kelsey's bladder keeping her up. She realized that when she had brushed her teeth two hours before her mom came in, that was also the last time she had peed. She rolled around trying to get comfortable, but couldn't find a good position. She squeezed her legs and pushed against her pyjamas but every time she started to drift to sleep, her brain wouldn't let her.
She wanted to just get up, go to the bathroom, and get back in bed, but she really didn't want to upset her mom again. Back home, their parents didn't want her or Morgan to get up in the night. She had no idea what the policy was here, but something told her she didn't want to find out. She kept rolling over until finally, through sheer exhaustion, managed to fall asleep.
She awoke again to some light coming through the window. That was good news, Kelsey thought, because she had to pee really, really bad right now. She was still lying in bed on her side, with her butt stuck out and her legs pulled in close to her chest, one hand in between holding back the dam.. She remembered Morgan doing the same thing in the car, then thought about how she stood in the door as Morgan found sweet relief in the toilet. Then she thought that that wasn't a great thing to have on her mind on right now.
She looked over at the alarm clock: 6:15 It would probably still be at least an hour until anybody got up, she thought. She adjusted herself again, lying on her back now, but that just seemed to make her aching bladder worse. She kicked her legs out from under the sheet and crossed them tightly.
Kelsey started to panic now. Getting in trouble for being out of her room wouldn't be great but she was pretty sure that her parents and aunt and uncle wouldn't be happy if she ruined their new mattress either. The pressure on her urethra was torturing her as her internal debate continued. At one point she was sure she could hold it in. A minute later she was sure she couldn't.
She straightened one leg out, then the other. Mistake. The leverage on her bladder loosened, she felt the pee start to come out. She jerked her legs back up and managed to cut off the flow, but she could feel a little damage was already done. Enough was enough, she thought, I'll deal with whatever trouble I get in for being out early.
She swung her legs slowly off the side of the bed, doing all she could to avoid another spurt coming out. Her feet hit the ground and she stood up. With gravity now working against her, she let out a cry. Morgan turned over in the bed but stayed asleep. The pressure was unbearable now, and Kelsey was legitimately worried she wasn't even going to make it ten feet. She started toward the door but every step felt like a gamble, and the odds were getting worse.
She had an idea. She hopped her way over to her bag and tried to unzip the front pocket. Crap, she thought, as the zipper didn't move. She needed her other to steady the bag so she could undo it, but her other hand was busy attending to her bladder. She gathered her might and pinched her legs together as tight as they could do. She undid the zipper and took out the Goodnite she had taken from Zoe's room earlier.
Legs still locked together, she started shimmying her pyjama bottoms off. A few inches down on one side, a few inches on the other. She squeezed her hand against herself so hard it almost hurt. She managed to get the pyjama pants off, and hesitated. Was she really about to do this?
Another splash of pee forcing its way out and trickling down her leg reminded her that she had no choice. She lifted one leg and then the other and started to pull the Goodnite on. It stopped midway up her thigh, too tight. She hopped up and down while pulling it up, somehow making it most of the way up her backside. Good enough.
She relaxed but nothing happened. Kelsey felt her ears burn as she stood in there in a Goodnite, thinking that she could've just made it to the bathroom if her body was going to be like this. That feeling lasted about a second and a half.
She turned bright red as the pee hissed loudly into the Goodnite. She felt it swell up between her legs and start to sag. The warmth between her legs caught her off-guard and she widened her legs. Morgan started turning over in bed and Kelsey silently prayed she wouldn't wake up just yet. She was standing in her bedroom peeing into her little cousin's diaper but at least for now it was a secret. The last thing she needed was a witness.
Still peeing nearly full-force, she started to feel the warm sensation travel down her leg and hit the floor. Panicked, Kelsey tried to stop the flow but felt powerless. The drops slipping out of the leg bands turned into a stream as the saturated Goodnite could hold no more. It hit the wood floor and sounded like a bowling ball bouncing to Kelsey. She squatted down to silence that as the puddle underneath her continued to expand. Luckily her sister remained asleep.
Finally Kelsey was able to stem the tide, but the damage was already done. She looked down at the sopping-wet Goodnite and the puddle on the floor. She had been so focused on not peeing in the bed that she hadn't really thought this far ahead. A nervous buzz overtook her body and she stood frozen for what felt like an eternity. She started toward the closet hoping for something helpful, but one step made her pause.
The formerly warm, wet Goodnite was already turning cold and clammy, and Kelsey was worried about more dripping out. She slipped it off and laid it next to the puddle. She didn't even know was she was hoping to find in the closet, but she didn't know what else to do.
She moved some boxes around, nothing. She sighed and tried to come up with a Plan B, but her mind was blank. Top drawer in the dresser, empty. Second, empty. Empty, empty empty. She pulled open the last drawer... jackpot! A big plastic bag with some towel. She couldn't believe her luck and burst into a smile.
Mopping up her pee puddle, she blushed once more about how much there was. That was in addition to the Goodnite next to it, heavy with urine and its pattern faded. She felt like was she was floating now, a huge weight taken off as she almost home free. She dropped the evidence in the bag and tied off the top. Walking through the house with the bag would be impossible right now, so she stuffed it one of the empty drawers and closed it shut. Her ordeal over, she changed back into her pyjamas and climbed into bed. Thank god her sister was such a heavy sleeper.
* * *
Kelsey and Morgan came back from a morning trip to the store with their parents to find Alyssa putting the finishing touches on some sandwiches. Kelsey sat the table and started to dig in.
THWACK... THWACK... THWACK
She didn't need to hear the muffled cries of her little cousin to know what was going on. Like her own parents, she knew that her aunt and uncle still doled out spankings. She and Alyssa commiserated over that fact many times over text and Skype.
"Do you know what happened?" Kelsey asked.
"Um, it's kind of complicated," her cousin replied. She paused before spilling the beans. It was easy to discuss this stuff hundreds of miles apart, but it felt different in person.
"So basically Zoe still wets her bed sometimes and mom found one of her diapers that she hid."
Kelsey gulped and turned pale. "Oh... um, hid?"
"Yeah she like tried to hide her wet diaper so mom wouldn't know. She does that sometimes but always gets caught, it's so stupid. This time she tried to stick it in the guest bedroom, uh, where you guys are sleeping, and mom found it."
Kelsey looked down at her food. She didn't have much of an appetite anymore. Her stomach churned with guilt knowing that her little cousin was taking the punishment -- and it sounded like a bad one -- for her own accident. Kelsey had been so relieved that she'd gotten away with it, but now she felt awful knowing she hadn't, and even worse that somebody else was the one getting in trouble. At the same time, she wasn't about to speak up in front of Brandon and Alyssa and her own parents. She silently vowed to make it up to Zoe. Somehow. |
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P.S. a true wetting scene will be coming soon
III.
Kelsey felt a little bit better that afternoon. Her little cousin had been holed up in her room since the morning, but it was Kelsey who went up and coaxed her out with an offer to play some board games. Now she and Morgan were playing and laughing and together, and Kelsey hoped that they could form the same kind of bond she had with Alyssa.
The two older girls were in the kitchen packing up a drawstring bag. It was still overcast, not exactly summer beach weather, but it had warmed up nicely and they were going to go for a hike. There was a wooded area right at the end of their block that Kelsey had heard all about. Alyssa had raved about the huge trees, perfect for sitting and reading, and about the cute little animals that made their home there. It sounded magical.
There was a creek that ran into some woods near where Kelsey lived, but her parents never let her and Morgan explore there. That was all the same to Kelsey, though, who found them a little scary. There were all sorts of tales about bodies being found there, or people going missing. She didn't think any of it was true, but she couldn't be sure. Now she had some of the same concerns about the Parakeet Pointe woodlands. Didn't bears live in this kind of area? Or worse, snakes? Kelsey hated snakes.
She kepts her worries to herself, though, since Alyssa had never mentioned anything like that and she didn't want to seem like some kind of scaredy-cat. Their younger sisters were still playing in the living room and didn't want to pause their game. Brandon came down the stairs.
"We're going down the street, wanna come?" Alyssa asked.
"No." Her brother didn't bother to glance up from his phone. "Don't get lost again, mom and dad weren't happy about that little rescue mission."
"That was right after we moved here," she shot back. "I've been there like a million times since then."
"Just sayin'."
Alyssa closed up the bag of books, drinks, and snacks and shouted onto the patio where the parents were. "We're leaving now!"
"Have fun, don't get lost! Make sure your GPS is turned on!"
Alyssa smiled at Kelsey. "I swear, nobody forgets anything around here."
The girls set off down the street and slipped into the woods. They hiked in further than Kelsey had expected -- all she could see around her were the trees, and all of the switchbacks on the path had disrupted her sense of direction. Alyssa, though, seemed to know exactly where she was going, and Kelsey kept following her. Finally they came to an area where it opened up and a small pond appeared.
"I wish it was sunny out, it looks so cool when some light reflects off it," Alyssa said. "My friend took me here and we came all the time in the summer. When it's like a hundred degrees out it feels so nice in the shade. Here, come up here."
Alyssa planted her foot in a small knot on one of the trees and hoisted herself up. Kelsey passed her their bag of snacks and she hung it from a branch. It took a couple of false starts but with her cousin's help Kelsey was able to get up there too. She perched herself against the big trunk and looked out. It really was as nice as Alyssa had said.
They broke out the snacks and sodas they had packed and hung out in the tree. They talked about all the same stuff they did over text, only it was way more fun in person. Eventually they wound up back on this morning and what had happened with Zoe. Kelsey felt the lump in the throat return.
"When was the last time you got it?" Alyssa asked.
Kelsey knew was she was asking. They both hated to say the word "spanking." It sounded so juvenile and only reminded them of how much they hated the fact their parents still punished them that way. It was nice to talk to somebody who knew how it felt, but there was still something about acknowledging the word that made them uneasy.
"Like a couple of weeks ago," she replied. "My mom had been reminding me about my chores all weekend. I was about to get started and she said something again and I just snapped back at her. I usually get a warning first but I guess she was already mad at me."
"Yeah, I know the feeling. Mine was earlier this week from fighting with Zoe in the car. She was hitting me with something so I grabbed her arms to stop her and my dad was just like you're both in big trouble when we get home."
"Two in one week for Zoe, that really sucks," Kelsey said. Her stomach felt heavy. She still felt wracked with guilt that she had been the reason for the second one. She didn't like keeping secrets from Alyssa, but she couldn't bear to tell her the story of how she hadn't been able to hold her pee this morning.
"This one was her own stupid fault. They don't get angry if she wets the bed but it's when she tries to hide it and prove she can stay dry that she gets in trouble."
"How much does that happen?" Kelsey didn't really want to linger on the topic, but her curiosity got the better of her.
"Like once or twice a week. It stopped for a while but right before we moved here in the spring it started again and it hasn't stopped. Does Morgan do it at all?"
"Not really. She used to wear diapers and all but not since she was like six."
"Oh good for her," Alyssa replied. "What about you?"
The question caught Kelsey off-guard. It was just an innocent question, a natural continuation of the topic to her cousin, who seemed at ease talking about anything. But given the morning's events, Kelsey wished she had changed the subject when had the chance.
She stammered, pretending to be thinking back, but her mind was stuck. Not only was there this morning, but the last time there had been a bedwetting accident in her family, it was her and not her little sister who was responsible. When they were on vacation a couple of months ago, Kelsey had been exhausted the first night and slept through not only her sister's rustling but also the signals from her bladder. When her mom came by to wake her up, she had soaked the sheets. Having to stand next to her parents as they explained to the hotel clerk what happened was her lasting memory from that trip.
"Ummmm not since I was like six or seven," she said, then added quickly: "But I didn't wear diapers like Morgan. Um, did it ever happen to you?"
"Maybe when I was really, really little, like four years old," Alyssa said. Hearing that, Kelsey was very glad she hadn't just admitted she peed the bed at age eleven. "Back where we used to live, though," Alyssa continued, "one of my friends did at a sleepover. She was too shy to get up during the night and ended up going in her sleeping bag."
Kelsey tried not to blush as her cousin described, essentially, what had just happened to her this very morning. All of this talk made her very aware of her own bladder now, which was letting her brain know it was filling up. She thought about saying something, but didn't want to have to head back to the house already.
They moved on to talking about what they wanted to do the rest of the time on Kelsey's visit, but there was no respite from thinking about her urge to pee. She tried crossing her legs but found it too hard to balance on the branch she sat on, so she settled for locking her thighs together. Her mind raced back to last night and she decided she better say something before history repeated itself. But Alyssa beat her to it by announcing her own need. She hopped down, and Kelsey followed, relieved that they'd be home shortly.
"You can stay up there," her cousin said. "I'm just gonna go over there."
Kelsey watched as Alyssa walked over to the tree next to them, looked around, and pulled her shorts down. She squatted down and started peeing in full view. Seeing the pee race out of her cousin sharpened the ache in her own bladder. Her eyes were transfixed on her cousin, peeing without a care in the middle of the woods. As it pooled up beneath her, Kelsey pushed against her shorts. She turned away and tried to think about literally anything else.
Alyssa's stream came to a halt and she bounced up and down to get as many drops out as she could before pulling her shorts back on. She looked up before climbing back into their tree and saw Kelsey clutching herself.
"Do you have to go too? That tree over there is good."
"No, I'm okay," Kelsey said. "I don't have to go that bad."
A couple of minutes later, that lie was obvious to Alyssa. Kelsey had continued clenching her thighs and was absent-mindedly banging her knees together. Once she started to squirm around, Alyssa spoke up.
"Seriously, Kelsey, just go pee. All that talk earlier made me need to go, too."
Kelsey just shook her head.
"Peeing outside really isn't that bad," her cousin said. "Besides, I don't wanna go back home yet."
Kelsey had no idea if peeing outside was good or bad. The truth is, she had never done it. Once when their family had been camping, Kelsey needed to pee badly enough to consider it. Remembering some older girls she saw squatting down earlier in the trip, she asked her parents if she could just sneak outside the tent and do it real quick. But her parents insisted she wait for one of them to get dressed and take her to the central area where the bathroms were. The waiting had been too much, though, and Kelsey wasn't able make it all the way to the toilet. When she emerged with a medium-sized pee stain down the back of one leg, her mom marched her back inside. She gave Kelsey a few swats on the butt and ensured that none of her leaking had gotten onto the floor.
But now it was just her and her cousin, and Alyssa had made it look so easy, like she'd done it dozens of times. Which she probably had, Kelsey thought. She climbed down from the tree and shuffled over to the one next to it, pausing to grab herself and make sure the flow didn't start early. When she got the tree, she paused.
"Just squat down and go," Alyssa said from her perch in the tree. "Oh, and make sure your underwear are out of the way. I won't look if that makes it easier, okay?" She turned away.
Kelsey undid the button and zipper on shorts and squatted. She did need to go, quite a lot, but her bladder was unwilling to surrender under these circumstances. Focusing on relaxing her muscles only seemed to make them tense up more. Finally a trickle emerged, spattering off a leaf. She heard Alyssa giggle.
"I'm trying!" Kelsey yelled.
"It's okay, it's okay," Alyssa said. "Just try to relax."
Kelsey tried. Her quads started to burn from holding the position. She stood up slightly to re-adjust and that's when her bladder decided to oblige. Glad that her cousin wasn't watching, she felt her cheeks turn red as she realized she was peeing outside of a bathroom for the second time that day. Unlike Alyssa's straight, steady stream, Kelsey's seemed to be going in every direction at once. She wondered if that's something you could practice. She held her shorts and undies out of the way and enjoyed the relief on her bladder.
"Are you done?" Alyssa asked.
"Just about," Kelsey said, as her body began to turn off the faucet. Her pee was slowly being absorbed into the ground, but a big puddle remained underneath. She stood up and put her panties back on, feeling the remaining drops fall out and hit the fabric. She pulled her shorts back up quickly, hoping Alyssa wouldn't turn in time to see the small wet spot on the front of her underwear. Feeling refreshed, she climbed back onto her branch.
"Um, thanks," she said. Was it weird to thank her cousin for helping her with that?
"No problem, it takes some practice," Alyssa said with a smile. |
Next chapter will be sometime after New Year's. Enjoy this last one of 2015! Feedback always appreciated.
IV.
Kelsey looked up from her cereal the next morning to see Zoe walk by. She was holding her Goodnite, obviously wet, and Kelsey's pangs of guilt about the previous morning returned. She wanted to do something for her cousin, but she couldn't think of anything that was big enough to make up for what she'd done but that also wouldn't raise any alarms. Still coming up blank, she thought back to last night and how she had made sure to pee the minute before she went to sleep. After the incident yesterday morning and then another close call in the woods, she was determined to be very aware of her bladder at all times.
She even thought up a plan for today. She knew her uncle's new job was at the aquarium they were building, but apparently he was some manager or administrator or something. Kelsey didn't exactly know the whole story, but they had installed a lot of the exhibits already and he had set up a private tour for her and her cousins before it opened up to the public in the spring. Anyway, Kelsey was foregoing her usual cup of orange juice with breakfast, planned on using the bathroom right before they left, and decided she would note every bathroom they passed once they were there. She was excited for the trip, but figured being over-cautious was better than the other way.
If she was excited to go, Alyssa was almost hysterical. She was obsessed with everything about marine life and loved telling Kelsey over Skype about this or that new documentary she had seen. Whale posters, shark-tooth necklaces, dolphin jewelry -- she was into it all. Alyssa was over the moon when her dad told her about his new job and she had been begging for a tour practically ever since. Today was finally the day.
They jumped in the minivan along with their little sisters, plus Alyssa's older brother, and headed off. Alyssa talked Kelsey's ear off for most of the journey, stopping only to pepper her dad with questions. He didn't let anything on, though, only saying proudly, "You'll see when you get there." When they got there, he stopped at the main entrance.
"You guys get out here, I'll park this and meet you in the lobby. You can look around there but don't wander off. The hallways aren't completely finished yet so wait until I find someone to show you around."
The kids walked into the aquarium, looking around and the two gigantic fish tanks that lined the walkway in. Once inside, Kelsey stared in awe at the even bigger tank in the middle of the room, filled with colorful fish darting around. Alyssa bounced around the outside of the room, examining all the murals and other artwork. Kelsey looked up and saw the ceiling tiles appearing to float around. It was all designed to make you feel like you were under the sea, and it really worked.
Feeling surrounded by water, Kelsey realized her plan was already shot: she had forgotten to pee before they left home. She scanned the room looking for a bathroom but didn't see one. She barely even felt the urge, but knew it would be a good idea to take care of it now. Seeing her uncle coming in through the back corridor, she cut over before she'd have to ask in front of everyone.
"Uncle Greg, is the a bathroom around I could use real quick?"
"Oh, uh, yeah, it's back in the offices though. All these pipes for the water for thefish are hooked up but we only have one bathroom hooked into the city system. Kinda ironic, right? Anyway, did you see where I came from? Just down that hall you'll see the administrative office and it's right inside that door."
Kelsey went off and found the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, she felt weirdly proud, but after yesterday this qualified as a mild accomplishment. She wiped herself up and pulled her pants back on and went back to join the others.
"Hey Kelsey, check this out! Did you know the sailfish is the fastest in the world?" Alyssa was reading off a brochure. "They have one of those here, I can't wait to see it!"
"Oh, cool!" Kelsey said, trying to match her cousin's excitement.
"Yeah, plus they have like this HUGE octopus!" Alyssa stretched her arms wide.
"Okay, okay," her uncle said. "Someone will be out in a few minutes and they can show you anything you want to see."
He turned to his son. "Brandon, you can do the tour too, but if you want to make some money we have a ton of boxes that need moving in the back. Up to you."
Brandon considered it for a second. He knew his dad was always generous with tasks like that, and he'd rather tour the place with his friends, not his little sisters and cousins.
"Yeah, I can do that."
"Okay, great, just follow me. Girls, hold tight and I'll get someone out here for you. Make sure you listen to everything they say, okay?"
The two guys departed and the girls milled around the lobby. A minute or two later, someone came out of the back and greeted them.
"Hey, what's up? I'm Bryce and I'll be your tour guide today!"
Kelsey turned around. He was tall and lean, with wavy blonde hair. He looked like every cliche of a surfer bro formed into one person, but somehow it all seemed natural. The name, the hair, the accent, even the body all seemed to fit together perfectly. Especially the body, Kelsey thought for a fleeting second.
"What are your names?"
"Zoe." "Morgan." "Kelsey."
Kelsey looked over at Alyssa when she didn't hear her introduce herself. The glance seemed to knock her out of a trance. "Um, hi, I"m Alyssa."
"Great! So to tell you a little bit about myself... I go to college down the coast in Westbridge, where I'm majoring in marine biology, so this has pretty much been the coolest place to do my internship. Everything around here is still a mess but all the exhibits are up and running so I'll be able to show you whatever you want. Anyone have any questions before we start?"
Nobody did, so he started off down the path to the right. "So down here is where all the jellyfish are..."
Kelsey noticed that Alyssa looked kind of like a jellyfish herself. Why was she acting so weird? Kelsey wondered. She flicked her cousin on the shoulder and they started following Bryce and their sisters. They stopped at a tank and Bryce told them all about it, then moved on to another and repeated the process. It was pretty neat seeing how they moved around, but Kelsey was still worried about Alyssa. For someone who had been that hyped up to come here, she was awfully quiet. They passed into another section, this one home to some amphibians.
"Does anyone know if these are frogs or toads?" Bryce asked.
Alyssa finally broke her silence. "Frogs!"
"Hey, that's right! What makes you say that?"
"Umm, frogs have to live near water but toads don't," Alyssa offered.
"Yup, good job!"
Alyssa grinned and blushed at the praise, and all of a sudden Kelsey knew what was going on. She was old enough that this hot college guy hadn't escaped her notice, but Alyssa was practically head over heels. She was crushing on Bryce big-time. Suddenly to Kelsey the small age gap between them felt like a decade. She wondered if she would be having feelings like this in a year.
Now that she had broken the ice, Alyssa seemed eager to show off her passion. Every chance she had, she chipped in with additional information about the exhibit they were viewing. Kelsey was happy her cousin was back to being herself. Bouncing around, unable to stay still, that must be what being in L-O-V-E was like, she thought.
They continued walking around the aquarium, which never seemed to end. The sailfish was a big hit, earning oohs and ahhs as it sped around in its tank. They saw the giant octoupus, too, although they didn't stick around there long after it snuck up to the glass and freaked Morgan out.
Kelsey noticed that Alyssa was still a ball of energy, but even when she wasn't talking to Bryce. He had just stepped aside to take a phone call, and Alyssa was standing in front of a display of tetras shifting her weight from one leg to other. Kelsey wondered if her cousin had to pee. She didn't show any signs yesterday in the woods, Kelsey remembered. Did that mean she was just imagining this? Or did she have to go pretty badly?
Off the phone, Bryce poked his head out from behind a tank on the opposite side of the area. "Okay, I know we still have a few things to see, but I need to go back and lock up the office. If anyone needs the bathroom they should come now, it's our only one."
Alyssa didn't react. Kelsey wondered if she had heard Bryce. Morgan and Zoe both decided it would be a good idea to go, but Kelsey felt okay. She had gone right when they got here and hadn't had anything to drink. She hung back and went over to Alyssa while the other three went back toward the lobby.
"These things are so cool, right?" Alyssa said. "I really want my mom and dad to get me some so I can put a tank in my room."
She looked back around. "Where'd they go?"
"Bryce had to go back and lock up the office, and Morgan and Zoe went to use the bathroom. Do you want to catch up with them?" Kelsey asked. It seemed like Alyssa hadn't heard, and Kelsey didn't want her cousin to miss her chance to use the bathroom.
"Um, no, that's okay," Alyssa said, pinching her legs together. "I can hold it."
Kelsey was surprised. Just yesterday Alyssa had been so casual and cool about it, squatting down and peeing without a care. Now she was looking nervous and intense. Kelsey wondered how a cute guy could change the equation that much.
Their sisters returned, along with Bryce, and they proceded to the next area: the touch tank. Only one of the two ponds was set up, but there plenty of rays swimming around in the shallow water. Bryce gave a quick overview.
"Only use your first two fingers, and try to pet them along the fin, not their body. They'll swim over you as long as you're patient."
Kelsey watched as Alyssa walked over the ledge, leaned over, and stuck her hand in. It seemed to sent a jolt of electricity through her body, bending at her knees and crossing her legs. She quickly up to see if Bryce had noticed but he was busy showing Morgan how to do it. Kelsey thought that if she had to pee, sticking her hand into cold water would not be a good time.
Sure enough, Alyssa seemed disinterested in the tank after that. Both of their little sisters were really into it, though, so the older girls stood near. Alyssa was grabbing at the fabric of her jeans and pushing it up against herself, taking great care to let go as soon as it seemed like Bryce might look up. When he did, she went completely rigid, trying to disguise her need.
"I really need to pee," she whispered to Kelsey. "Do you see a bathroom?"
"Um, no, your dad said the only one was in the office and that's why Morgan and Zoe went before Bryce locked it up."
"Why didn't you tell me that?!" Alyssa snapped, a little too loudly. Bryce looked over, and she forced a smile back.
Kelsey had had moments where she had been too shy to ask to use the bathroom, but she couldn't believe it has happening to her cousin. She sat down on the ledge and crossed her legs tightly.
"Sorry, but you're not supposed to sit there," Bryce said. With a sheepish grin, Alyssa stood back up.
"How are they still looking at these stupid rays?" she complained, tapping her feet. Kelsey didn't know what to say. Alyssa was hopping around now, always abruptly stopping her peepee dance whenever Bryce glanced over.
Finally their younger sisters were tiring of the rays, and Bryce moved them along.
"Last thing up is the shark tunnel!" Morgan and Zoe let out a gleeful shriek. Alyssa tried to erase the worried look from her face.
She was definitely walking strangely now, Kelsey thought. She was taking shorter steps and pausing every so often to slip her hand down and push against the jeans. Pinching her thighs together made her butt stick out slightly. She stayed far behind Bryce now, not risking him catching sight of her problem.
She sighed audibly every time he stopped to point something out. Ordinarily, this would be one of the coolest things she could think of doing, but right now she could only focus on holding it in long enough to finish the tour and ask her had for the key to the bathroom.
She could see the end of the tunnel now, which led right back into the lobby. Adjusting herself again, she shuffled her way down the path. She kept her head straight down, scared to look up and even think about all the water behind the glass. At long last, she made it back it where they started.
"So that about covers it," Bryce was saying. "Any last questions before I take off?"
Kelsey looked at Alyssa, who was trying her best to remain completely still while saying goodbye to her crush. She couldn't believe her cousin wasn't asking him to unlock the office door.
"All right, I'll let your dad know you guys are here. Hope to see you soon!"
Alyssa blushed as he looked at her while he said that. As soon as he turned around, she buried both hands deep between her legs and started bouncing up and down.
"I have to pee soooooooo bad!" she said out loud to nobody in particular.
Kelsey felt bad for her poor cousin, dancing around and bursting to pee. She wondered how long it would be until her uncle got there. Had Bryce just left forty seconds ago? Or had it been four minutes? She heard a buzz.
Alyssa felt it, in the pockets of her jeans. She squeezed her legs together and left one hand behind to relieve the pressure on her bladder. With her other, she managed to gently grab her cell phone out of her pocket.
Dad
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I'm outside in the car, come out the main entrance|
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Alyssa let out a yelp. She had been counting on her dad still being inside, coming to the lobby and rescuing her with the office now. Now she realized she'd have to go all the way out, get the key -- there was absolutely no way she'd be able to make it the whole car ride home -- come back in and get to the bathroom.
She started toward the exit but froze as a spasm hit her bladder. A half-second spurt of pee hit her underwear and made her squeeze even more tightly. She took another two steps before it happened again. She was able to cut off the flow again but she was sure her jeans had gotten wet. Rallying herself, she tried to keep walking but her bladder was winning the battle.
"Oh my god, nooo!" she cried out as she felt her muscles give in. Her pee started trickling out past her hands, which were still fighting a losing battle. Her throat closed up and she felt her stomach sink as the trickle turned into a torrent of pee. The wet spot on her jeans grew larger and started to run down her legs. Alyssa shuddered as the warm feeling spread up her backside.
The pee began pooling up underneath her, and all she could do was stand frozen as the flow never seemed to stop. She fought back some sniffles and kept her eyes down, fixed on the expanding puddle. She couldn't bear to look up at her sister or cousins. The back of both her thighs were soaked now. She tried to shift around but the warm, sopping denim clung to her. Her underwear felt heavy around her waist.
Finally the stream came to a stop. She managed to look up only to see Kelsey gawking at her. Morgan and Zoe were across the room, somehow oblivious to what had happened. Alyssa wiggled her toes, shivering at the uncomfortable feeling of wet socks. Tears started to well in her eyes, but she managed to choke out a few words.
"Go get my dad," she told Kelsey. She started out the door, hearing Alyssa whispering to herself as she went. Outside the entrance, her dad was waiting in the car with Brandon. She realized she had no idea how she was supposed to break this sort of news.
"Um, Uncle Greg? Can you come in real quick?"
He sensed the concern in her voice. "Of course, what's wrong?"
Kelsey stammered for a moments. "Um, uh, nothing, it's just, um, she kind of had an accident."
He sighed. "Ugh, I swear, Zoe can't keep doing this, it's ridiculous."
"Ummmm actually..."
Her uncle raised an eyebrow.
"It was Alyssa."
"I see," he said, stepping out of the car. "Brandon, wait here, okay?"
He started walking toward the entrance, and Kelsey trailed behind. She did not want to be between him and Alyssa right now. The walk to the door seemed to take forever, and each step just made Kelsey feel worse. She had been in Alyssa's (wet) shoes before, and she felt sick to her stomach for her cousin. Plus, if her dad was mad at the idea that Zoe had peed, she couldn't imagine how he felt now.
He opened the door and surveyed the scene. Alyssa had barely moved, the big puddle glistening only a few feet from where she stood. Her cheeks were flushed and she wiped at her eyes. Morgan and Zoe were now aware of the situation, standing far off in the corner.
"ALYSSA LYNN!" His voice boomed through the lobby.
"What happened?!" he demanded. Alyssa could tell it wasn't a question he really wanted her to answer. "How old are you?!"
She looked up meekly. "I'm sorry, Dad, I didn't mean to."
"Well I should hope you didn't mean to! You peed all over the floor!" He motioned to the puddle. "Just wait until your mother finds out about this. Thirteen years old and having an accident like this, unbelievable! You're in a lot of trouble, do you understand that?"
The color drained from her face. "Yes, dad," she mumbled.
"To start, you're going to clean up this mess. And you can forget about going to the park tomorrow. Once we get home your mother and I will talk this over, this is completely unacceptable."
Alyssa looked around, hoping for an earthquake to swallow her up, or maybe a tornado to rip through the aquarium. No such luck. Her dad ordered her to follow him to the supplies closet for some paper towels. She started behind him, feeling her socks squish as she walked. Some more drops dripped off the bottom of her pant leg, and she felt the tears fill her eyes again. |
NOTE: Two years ago I did my History A levels on the French Revolution and we studied all about Versailles including the fact that bathrooms were scarce. I must say, the reality was not as pretty as it might seem when it is told by an omorashi fan to an omorashi community but to make this as appealing as possible I ignored some stuff.
The main reason I wrote this is to encourage others to create stories that take place in different timelines throughout history. I am having a lot of fun writing this and probably will continue this. Depending on your reactions I will continue posting this. All critics are wellcome and I know there is a big margin of improvement.
Hope you enjoy!! (I will shut up now)
Prologue
Our story begins in the 1700s, Palace of Versailles, a few miles away from Paris. As some of you may be aware of, Versailles had been built for the royal family and aristocracy and counted with the most luxurious corridors, rooms and social activities. However only a few might be aware of a very interesting fact; bathrooms were scarce, almost non-existent. The palace was ridiculously big and, often, relief could only be achieved by walking all the way back to your room and using a chamber pot. Through the years, this proved to be a tremendous architectonic error. Girls around Versailles often didn’t get to their rooms in time; besides, most of them just couldn’t be bothered.
Amusingly enough, “accidents” occurred almost in a daily basis and those affected by it were usually young women who had to carry around giant dresses and were unable to do anything else than letting go in a dark corner or in the middle of dinner or, in the case of veterans some would pee whilst walking around the never ending rooms and hallways of the palace leaving a trail of wetness wherever they went. (ref. Princess of Harcout)
A big problem for these naughty highborn childs was that their underwear was essentially another dress, only plain white and very thin. So nothing could be done to avoid a full wetting. Of course not all girls would wet themselves every day, some times they made it just in time. After the socialising and the drinking and partying all day long, most of them would leak consistently, never fully wetting and giving a show, (since manners were important in Versailles), but constantly feeling the wetness and shame in their lady parts. This meant that absolutely every single small clothe in Versailles had trails of pee and yellow spots of past accidents and it wasn’t a secret since it happened to the whole lot: small, teen and adult.
The walls of Versailles have witnessed countless stories of humiliation, leaking, accidental wetting and my personal favourite; non accidental wettings. However, for the purpose of this story I will talk about young Carole and her time at Versailles.
Carole
Carole was 14 when she arrived at Versailles two and a half years ago. Her parents had sent her from the south so she could learn the life of a lady at court while serving to his king and honouring her family. She felt like she had a huge responsibility and that she should never do anything to disgrace herself or her father. Of course at Versailles she had to learn a new definition of self-respect from her friends and other grown up women too.
One thing was for sure, Versailles had changed her. She was no longer that kid afraid of making a mess in her new dress or worried about how others would react to her lack of control over her bladder. In the present time she was already 17, a fully developed woman, her beauty was incomparable. Everyone wanted to be her or fuck her. Most importantly, every day she woke up knowing she would end up wetting herself somewhere and she loved this. She never used the bathrooms in the mornings, furthermore, sometimes she would wake up and be so desperate and horny at the same time that she would wet the bed and have fun with herself to start off fresh.
Today she had to deal with 3 hours of French with her tutor before enjoying the privacy of her favourite hidden spots. Being so young, she wasn’t required to wear a full dress with iron base, especially not for French lessons. She put on her small clothes and chose a simple white and green dress with the customary corset that would squeeze her breasts and belly to the point she couldn’t breathe. She had breakfast with the rest of her classmates and just as they were entering the room where their lesson took place she realised how much she had screwed up. Fridays were not a good day to avoid the boring relief that her chamber pot could offer. She would never make it in time with 3 hours to come of the slowest class in history. She was terrorised and excited at the same time. Carole new her tutor would never allow them a break, not even during a desperate situation. She knew this for past experiences; during her first days at Versailles she fully wetted almost every single day, especially during her French lessons.
Everyone at Versailles new that women often made their businesses in their dresses, that was no mystery, knowing it was something, but letting everybody else see you pee like a 5 year old was another. She could not afford such an embarrassment. Just as her tutor’s eyes and hers met she made a run for it.
As she was running through the rooms she heard her tutor following and screaming at her to come back or risk punishment. She had some time to try something; she stopped at the third room, completely empty, and squatted on a corner. She immediately started feeling a trickle run down her thighs and butt cheeks as she heard her tutor’s footsteps approaching. Just as she got up from her squatting position her pursuer entered the room and made contact with Carole. Both stayed quiet for a few seconds, Carole still feeling her piss running through both her legs and doing what she could to keep the fabric of the dress away from her humid smallclothes. The flow was quite weak at the moment but she couldn’t stop. She had to let some of it come out anyway if she was going to make it through 3 hours of French.
_Why are you running away from me young lady? Carole you are always an exemplar student, what is this behaviour due to?
_Mme Pinet, I had no choice, I lost one of my family’s earrings.
_Very well Carole, did you find it?
At that moment Carole looked down and realised she was letting too much out, she could see the tiniest of a puddle starting to come out from her dress. Her shoes were drenched for sure and her underclothes completely soaked by now. Her dress was intact at the moment.
_Yes mme
Carole immediately stepped forward in an attempt to hide her puddle of pee
_Excellent, we may continue with our classes, follow me
Mme Pinet turned around and calmly walked back to her class. Carole carefully tailed her leaving a path of footprints when her wet shoes made contact with the shiny floors. Luckily for her, mme Pinet didn’t turn around. At this point, it was obvious she had wet herself. She managed to safely get to her lesson and sit down.
She couldn’t have had avoided this but when her soaked bum and underwear made contact with the chair, her dress became instantly wet. The material of the dress was able to absorb most of the wetness so it wasn’t leaking. The problem was that now she was even more desperate to pee than before and her lesson was only just starting, she couldn’t hold it for that long and she knew.
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Anne
Anne was Carole’s best friend. They had arrived together when they were both young and had to find the affection they needed after leaving their homes in one another. They were very intimate and new each other’s most private secrets. Anne new all about Carole’s wetting hobby. At first she couldn’t believe how her sweet and innocent friend could find pleasure out of peeing, let alone doing it in her own dress. As the years passed and both girls explored their sexual interests, Anne stopped being disgusted and slowly got more interested. She would do it very rarely and in very controlled situations but something was something. Carole loved to have someone that could at least understand her odd desires. On the other hand, Carole new that Anne still wet the bed and that she had to sleep with special protective pads under her night dress. Carole new this was a very embarrassing issue for Anne so they rarely talked about it.
Anne saw Carole and Mme Pinet slowly walk back inside the class as she was sipping some water. She noticed Carole was blushing and had the tinniest of smiles, the same smile she had when she told her that she had leaked. Anne new right away that something was up and that this French lesson wasn’t going to be as boring as usual. As usual, Carole sat right in front of Anne. Just as she did, she wiggled her butt as to find a comfortable position.
When Mme Pinet started her lecture and turned her back to face the board, Carole turned around and looked at Anne. Anne immediately made eye contact and saw that her friend was definitely smiling. When she had her friend’s attention, Carole slightly got up from her sitting position and grabbed the wet area of her dress with both hands to show it to Anne. She then sat back down as if nothing had happened. Anne got more excited than she expected. She wasn’t sure but could she be turned on?
The lesson continued for an hour or so without further events. After this point, Anne could see that Carole was repeatedly relocating her butt cheeks when Mme Pinet wasn’t looking. Anne though to herself that Carole was trying to absorb her pee with the dry parts of her dress. This implied that she was still desperate to pee and perhaps was even letting some of it come out. After the first two hours, Anne could now see the rear of her friend’s dress was totally soaked.
Anne pushed her seat closer to the table to see if her friend had started to leak past her chair. For the moment it was dry. She imagined the chair had absorbed most of it since it had a cushion under the cloth to make it more comfortable. Just as she moved and her skin made contact with a new part of her small clothes she noticed she was wet in her lady parts. She certainly didn’t have to pee that bad so she confirmed to herself that Carole was the cause of her being horny. She didn’t have a chance to think about it too much since Mme Pinet called out for Carole.
_Carole could you please show us how the verb raining is formed in the “future proche”
Carole started to recite
_I will rain, you will
Mme Pinet abruptly interrupted
_Uh uh uh, where are your manners young lady, get up and start again.
Carole thought about it for a moment, she looked down at her lap and then slowly got up. At this point Anne stopped listening and concentrated on Carole’s soaked behind. She had leaked to the point that the fabric of her dress glued to her butt cheeks. Anne didn’t understand what was going on inside her brain but she could feel a rush of blood in her intimate parts and noticed a wet patch in her small clothes at the crotch.
Throughout the middle of Carole’s oration, Anne saw her friend’s hands grabbing her dress at the back and slowly pulling it up to her waist. Anne could see how her white small clothes were now completely transparent in the ass and how they revealed her perfect silhouette. Was Carole teasing her? Did she feel the same way about Anne? Just when she couldn’t take it anymore, Anne saw how a yellow stream started to flow down Carole’s legs, flooding her shoes and forming a small puddle around her. Anne felt a very intense tingling in her lady parts and she just couldn’t resist. With her left hand she rubbed her crotch through her dress and a few seconds later she climaxed in complete silence. She knew she was red faced at the least, it was actually very obvious. Carole finished her sentence and sat back down.
After Anne had calmed down, she inspected the damage. Apparently Carole’s front part of the dress was fine since Mme Pinet would have said something otherwise. The rear however had a huge wet patch were her bum made contact with the chair. She knew her smallclothes were drenched since she had seen. The chair looked pretty moist too and there was a small puddle along with some drops under her table. As for herself, Anne could feel the moisture in her crotch as well as her smallclothes but nothing visible.
The lesson finished before anyone could notice the smell of Carole’s pee. Both Anne and Carole stayed behind as if they were studying. Once they were alone Carole turned around with a cheeky smile and said.
_That was close.
Anne just stared at her, red faced. She started
_ What’s wrong with you? If Mme Pinnet finds out about this we are dead.
_Don’t worry only you and I will ever know, you must admit that was pretty hot anyways. Come on, I still need some relief, want to come?
They got up and left. Anne tried to stay behind to stare at her friend’s wet patch. They arrived at an empty room. Perfect for what Carole was pretending to do. Carole grabbed Anne’s hands and her facial expression changed to relief. Anne could hear the loud hissing. They both looked down to see a huge puddle forming under both of them. Carole looked at her friend and asked
_Do you want to feel it?
Anne looked confused at first.
_Can I?
Carole took Anne’s hand and pressed it against her still dry front of her dress. It took a few seconds for the fabric to become wet. Carole was really turned on by then. Anne pushed her to the wall. Carole was exhausted from all the holding she sat down in her drenched clothes and Anne sat over her. She moved out of the way Carole’s dress and sat over her small clothes. She rubbed herself against Carole crotch slowly. All Carole could do was moan.
_ Carole, I have to pee too
_Go ahead, there’s only the two of us
Anne kept on rubbing against Carole until she felt the first stream in her thighs. She stopped and smiled while she looked at her friend. Anne rested her face in Carole’s breasts whilst she emptied her bladder. Carole felt the warm feeling of pee running down her legs again. When she was done, Anne kept on rubbing herself against Carole until they both climaxed. They stayed like that for a long time, not wanting to leave each other or change clothes. |
I know it's been a while but I hope someone is still interested. I am planning a few susprises for the next chapter.
Carole
All Carole could do was think about Anne; her body, her scent, how she blushed for almost anything, but most of all, she couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened three days ago. Had anybody seen them? Was this why she had been missing since? It definitely hadn’t been easy to hide after they both soaked each other. Carole had climbed through some vines to the window of her chambers and hid her dress under the bed. Of course she had a lot of experience and knew what to do, but she wasn’t so sure about Anne. For all she knew that had been Anne’s first time having an “accident”.
Tonight she was expected to attend to a Ball dance; she was requested to wear a hoop skirt which meant she couldn’t sit down at any moment. Most of her friends saw this as some kind of torture but Carole enjoyed these dresses the most. Having such a large surface concealing the floor wherever she stood, it was incredibly easy to use her skirt as a chamber pot and nobody even noticing. She was hoping to find Anne tonight to tell her all about this technique. In preparation for tonight Carole had been drinking water nonstop. It was only 1 pm and she was already fidgeting under her gown, unable to keep still. She knew there was no way to hold it until the dance, scheduled at 7 pm. She had plans to find relieve just once before the event.
Carole decided to go for a walk through the gardens while she drank from her cup of wine. To her surprise they were actually pretty crowded. She had only been walking for about fifteen minutes when she finished her wine. She was now pretty desperate, it wasn’t the most desperate she had ever been but the gardens being so crowded meant she couldn’t attract attention to herself, no grabbing, no fidgeting, no pee dance, no legs twisting, it was killing her!
She soon started to slow the pace and every so often had to stop beside some tree and pretend to be looking at birds to keep the pressure under control. She decided to exit the road and enter the woods to find a quiet place for her needs. Carole followed a small trail that led her to a swamp with a few benches scattered around. She decided best not to pee while sitting since she had to go all the way back to her chamber and had to try and keep as dry as possible. She stood awkwardly and closed her eyes feeling how the first trickle of pee ran down her thighs.
_ “Carole what do you think you’re doing young lady?!”
Carole almost flooded herself from the shock of hearing Mme Artois screaming at her. Instead she managed to close the gates just when she thought she was going to get relief. She slowly turned around as she felt her pee travel through her legs and end at her socks. Was it that obvious? La Comtesse immediately made eye contact and signalled her to come closer with her finger. After her frustrated attempt to pee, Carole was now beyond desperate. She knew how her body worked, once she opened the gates she had to finish, or else her body would take that decision for her. She carefully walked towards her as she felt an involuntary spurt coming out of her and soaking her small clothes.
_”You should be getting ready for the dance and not wasting your time out here, Carole, today is a good opportunity to find you a match, every proper lady must get married and your time is coming.
Carole nodded and smiled, she knew better than arguing with her own tutor. However she was definitely not interested in that just yet.
Mme Artois called for her personal carriage and told Carole to get in. Carole did what she could to try not to pee in the process and awkwardly sat down. La Comtesse sat in front of her and began talking.
_ It is a very warm day today isn’t it? Summer is near, that’s for sure
Carole felt her face burning and her bladder expanding every minute she went by without relief. Her crotch was wet and she was feeling very uncomfortable with the situation. She didn’t want to be stuck, desperate to pee in a closed cab with that woman. Carole shifted uncomfortable in her place and agreed.
_ Yes indeed
_Are you feeling alright my dear?, you aren’t sick are you? Your cheeks are red
Carole was getting sick thinking about what would happen if the carriage didn’t arrive soon at palace.
_Ye.. yes im fine, just a little dehydrated I guess
That was a lie, she hadn’t stop drinking all morning. Mme Artois ordered her servant to pass her some water and signalled Carole to drink it.
_Here drink up, It’s important you feel better for tonight
Carole couldn’t believe it, she was close to bursting and was being ordered to drink more water.
_Thank you
She grabbed the pouch, of about half a gallon and took a tiny sip. Mme Artois looked concerned.
_Oh please don’t be ridiculous, drink!
Carole tried to protest
_But I really can’t
Mme Artois looked annoyed and stopped her
_Im doing this for your own good, please don’t argue, I’m not asking, I’m telling you to drink… all of it
Carole thought she was going to cry, her eyes welled with tears but managed to control herself. She started to drink and whilst her companion was checking on her she discretely pushed her left hand against her privates to ease the pain. She had drank about three quarters of a litre when she had to stop for air.
_That’s a good girl, it looks like your natural colour is coming back to you, go on keep drinking, we’re almost at palace.
It was true, Carole could see her chambers from here. The thought of making it in time made her lose control for a split as a trail of pee escaped her into her small clothes. Luckily, she couldn’t feel her behind getting wet yet. Just as she started to drink again the carriage hit a bump and she dropped the pouch to the floor, spilling the remaining water. Carole gasped as she recognized the familiar warmth covering her crotch and spreading to her legs and butt. She peed for almost ten seconds before she could stop. She was pretty sure La Comtesse realised what had happened but when she looked up she could see she was focused on the spilled water that threatened to wet her shoes.
_I didn’t know you were clumsy Carole, Oh dear look at what you’ve done! Stop the car!
The horses immediately stopped and Mme Artois climbed out in a hurry. With tears threatening to come out again, not for the water but for the wet patch on her bum, Carole apologised.
_I’m so sorry
_It’s ok, don’t cry, just be a little more careful, these shoes are a gift from the queen herself! Come, take my arm, we can walk the rest of the way.
Carole obeyed and climbed down trying to keep her back away from the sight of her tutor. She seemed not to notice her, or the wet patch on her car either. She took her arm and they both started walking at a painfully slow pace. Carole was starting to feel the consequences of drinking almost an extra litre of water. Thankfully nobody seemed to notice her or her wet behind, and if anyone did, they ignored it. Mme Artois continued talking about how her shoes were a delicacy whilst Carole was thinking about what to do to avoid the humiliation of a full wetting in front of one of her tutors and half the palace. Mme Artois never directly looked at her so she could keep a hand pressing hard against her parts when no one was near.
_Oh look! It’s Mme Pinet, your French teacher. Mme Pinet!
Carole couldn’t believe it. Both Mme Pinet and a man she didn’t know approached them.
_A lovely day isn’t it, Im taking this young lady to her chambers so she can get ready for tonight; she was wandering off through the woods when I found her. God knows what she was doing!
She laughed. Mme Pinet smiled at Carole and started
_ Im sure you will look lovely tonight Carole, you know she is my star student!
Mme Artois nodded
_I am well aware, an example for the rest of the girls.
Carole was now beyond desperate. Having to keep straight made her bladder really hurt and the extra water was really making all the difference. She couldn’t keep still now that both her hands had to be away from her privates. She confirmed to herself she had never been that desperate, she would usually just let go before the pain really got serious but this time was different. She was even scared she could be injured for holding so much liquid. Before she could keep thinking about it a hot spurt bursted out of her and started to go down her legs, further soaking her socks. She tried to stop but she couldn’t, being straight was too much pain and more spurts started to come out of her soaking her legs and small clothes even more. To all this she was keeping still with a face of discomfort while her tutors kept talking to one another.
The man noticed her discomfort and interrupted the other ladies.
_Are you feeling alright child?
The three of them stared at her whilst a small trail of pee kept coming out of her. She brusquely leaned down to help ease the pain and stop the flow.
_Actually, I’m not feeling all that well. I think it’s just the excitement of tonight.
Carole looked at both her tutors.
_Could I be dismissed?
Mme Artois was about to refuse her when Mme Pinet answered
_Yes dear, get some rest for tonight, go on
Carole nodded and Curtsied to all three and hopped for them not to check her butt whilst she left. She was about to go inside palace when she heard Mme Pinet calling from behind.
_Carole! What happened to your dress?! What have you done to wet it like that?
That was it, she thought, the three of them saw me like this. Her eyes welled as she started to turn around to explain when Mme Artois actually helped her out.
_We had an accident earlier. Carole here was very clumsy and spilled the water and almost spoils my shoes! She promised to be more careful
_Well that is no way to wear a dress, you should act like a proper lady, go change immediately!
Carole curtsied once again and left in a hurry. Once inside palace she tried to go unnoticed so that nobody would disturb her. Her chambers were in the second floor, it would take her 5 minutes to get there under normal circumstances. But today she had to walk really slow not to spill her contents to the sight of everyone else. There wasn’t a crowd walking through this part of palace, but it wasn’t empty either. She couldn’t just pop a squat as she normally would do.
Carole had to stop a few times before reaching the stairs to hide her mess from the site of passing by servants and court members. With every step she took she felt her already soaked small clothes cling all the way from her butt to the back of her kneecaps, her front however had kept dry the whole time, making it easier to hide. Her socks and shoes were pretty much drenched too but those were concealed under her dress.
Climbing the stairs was for sure the biggest challenge. Every step made her lose control a bit as she continuously leaked, leaving behind small droplets that were quickly absorbed by the carpet below. She could feel a weak but constant flow of piss running down both her legs and into the floor. She blushed, she remembered when she was 14 and this would happen to her almost daily, back then she got away with it for being new and young but today she would be mocked by everybody. Carole continued climbing and wetting herself without daring to look behind, hoping no one would use the stairs. When she arrived at her floor she inspected the damage imagining the worst. Her small clothes were now completely wet and clung to her legs. Besides the wet patch on her dress nothing was too noticible, but she knew she was now having an accident and she didn’t have much time before she completely lost control so she made a run for it.
Luckily no one was walking through that corridor but by now Carole was giving a full show. She was running while both her hands were buried in her crotch. Her front dress was beginning to get wet as a small patch started to form. Pee was coming out of her shoes and legs leaving wet patches as she went. Her face was red and her eyes puffy. She wanted to cry for the first time in a long time, she was having a legit accident. She didn’t even feel like letting go and have fun, she just wanted to finish in the chamber pot and keep some of her dignity.
Carole opened the door to her room and managed to stop leaking to prevent suspicious wet patches on her floor. She tiptoed to her bed and crouched to grab her chamber pot. “I made it, she thought” Just then a female voice called for her from the other side of the door.
_Lady Blanc are you ok? I heard running outside, I’m coming in!
That could only be her maid. If she saw her like that she would find out and by that point Carole would probably give her the full show. She quickly kicked her chamber pot under the bed and just as the knob of the door started to turn she jumped into bed and covered herself with the sheets.
_Lady Blanc? Why are you in bed? Are you feeling sick? Your face is red. Do you want me to call the doctor?
_It’s ok Chloe, I’m fine I just need to sleep a few hours before tonight. You are dismissed
Her anticipation of being able to let go in her chamber pot had made her bladder relax; she now had very little control as she felt herself wetting the bed under the sheets.
Unconvinced, Chloe walked towards Carole and sat at edge of the bed to feel her temperature. She gave her a concerned look.
_Stay here and rest, if you need anything call me, if you feel worse I will call the doctor ok?
Carole nodded and gave her a smile. There was only one thing she needed; relief.
Once Chloe was out Carole thought about using the chamber pot, but the damage was done and there was nothing she could do now. She had already leaked a lot inside her bed so she just relaxed and let herself go. Her bladder immediately gave in and she pissed full force through her small clothes and into her dress and bed. She could only hear a loud hiss and hoped her maid wouldn’t be listening. Carole was soon moaning as her poor bladder slowly returned to its original state. It felt so good and warm she nearly had an orgasm.
She could feel her waters creeping under her; her bum, then her thighs, her calves and lastly her toes. But she then noticed how her bed was becoming saturated and the warmth spread up to her back, probably ruining for good her dress. When she felt the stream fading away she put her hand over her crotch and started rubbing over her wet dress. In less than 30 seconds she was coming over her recent mess. She felt so good she didn’t even realise how tired she was before falling asleep. |
Thank you so much for the comments! They really want to make me keep writing, the problem is... I am really lazy (sorry) I promise there will be a next part, I don't know when though
As allways, feedback is appreciated (especially since I might include "diapers" in future parts as you have read)
Carole
_Miss wake up; you wet the bed!
Carole opened her eyes to the sight of Chloe leaning over her bed and murmuring to her ear. She couldn’t yet understand what she was saying.
_Finally, you’re awake! Quick, there is no time, you must bathe and change for tonight, and we can talk about your accident later.
Carole didn’t quite understand yet, accident? She shifted in her bed to remove her covers when she felt the wetness around her waist and the memories of that evening returned to her. Chloe had seen her like this and had probably told all of her tutors by now. She started to feel like crying. She looked down at her dress and clearly saw the darkened areas where she had soiled herself only a few hours ago. Chloe looked down at Carole and realised she wasn’t moving.
_Lady Blanc please hurry or you will be late for tonight’s dance
Chloe had always been nice to Carole. She felt a pang of guilt as her maid would have to clean the mess. When Carole made eye contact with Chloe she felt like a 7 year old once again, her throat felt really tight just as the first tears started to fall down her cheeks. Chloe immediately reacted and hugged Carole, not minding if she got wet in the process.
_It’s ok sweetling, accidents happen to all of us you know?
Carole felt so small and powerless. She really appreciated the female affection for the first time in years, since she left her home. She tried to stop but just couldn’t handle it, She was now sobbing against Chloe’s shoulders and really couldn’t find an explanation why, it just felt right.
_Shhhhh, there, there, let it out child.
Chloe hugged her more firmly and stoke her hair until Carole seemed to calm down.
After her crisis Chloe continued
_Lady Blanc, you’d be surprised if you knew how many grown-ups still wet the bed in this palace. This will be our little secret ok? Nobody will ever know what happened, I promise
Carole wiped her tears off of her eyes and smiled to her
_Chloe please call me Carole
Chloe smiled back and nodded
_One last thing before you get ready for tonight,
Chloe’s lips where almost touching Carole’s ears when she whispered
_Maybe, some protection at night would be useful for your problem?
Chloe leaned back and continued
_You just have to say yes or no
Carole thought about it, she knew what the protection meant; it was what Anne was forced to wear during her sleep to prevent a wet bed in the morning. Of course she knew she didn’t need it but was intrigued about how it would feel on her and what her friend Anne would think about it. She felt her cheeks burn as she said the word. She looked back down at her soiled clothes (which didn’t help a lot) and said it
_Yes….. I mean, It’s not much of a choice, I guess
Chloe smiled and almost looked like she cheered up
_Wonderful, you will have them ready for tonight, remember, it’s our secret… Carole,
Carole looked up to Chloe as she finished her phrase
_There is nothing to be ashamed off, come on, let’s get you cleaned!
Carole stepped out of her bed and looked down. There was a large yellow circle where she had been laying down. She just sighed and stepped closer to Chloe. She was told to turn around, so she did. Chloe undid her laces and opened her dress. She gently pulled it down to reveal Carole’s small clothes. Her chemise had a yellow patch in her back where her urine had crept under her. Her lower area was still very wet though. The soft fabric of her underwear adhered to her skin like glue and being wet, made it extremely see through.
Chloe had seen her naked multiple times before, but not like this.
_Arms up!
Chloe exclaimed quite cheerfully.
Carole obeyed and Chloe removed her chemise and threw it to a basket. She then kneeled down and with both hands in either sides of her waist she pulled down the remaining underwear.
_I’ll take care of the mess, step into the bathtub, it should have cooled down by now.
After being completely clean she felt much better. With the help of Chloe she dried off and hurriedly got dressed for the dance. After about an hour of preparation she was ready. She had chosen a white dress with golden touches. Her breasts had been compressed due to the pressure of the corset. Her waist was also quite tight even though she was already fit. The normal thing would be to wear high heels but Carole convinced Chloe to let her wear plain white shoes. No one would know anyways. She was already tall for a girl.
Whilst they were both staring at her in the mirror, she felt a pang in her bladder. Not too strong, but enough to let her know that her bladder was still receiving the liquids from her previous hold. She held her hand against her compressed bladder and gasped. Chloe looked at her through the mirror
_There is no time; you will have to wait until tonight.
Carole didn’t care, she was still looking forward to tonight where she could let go anywhere without even wetting her dress, but most importantly, she wanted to see Anne. |
Happy holidays! I came up with a vaguely Christmas-related story; it is cheesy and corny and all other means of food-related adjectives :) Enjoy!
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Grayson flinched at the loud knock on his bedroom door.
“Get up!” Colonel Martin Buford, Grayson’s maternal grandfather, shouted through the door. “It’s almost time to go to church!”
Without hesitating, Grayson leapt from his bed to get dressed. He knew by now that the Colonel didn’t tolerate dawdling. Grayson squirmed a bit as he pulled on his lone, black suit. He had to pee. Maybe, if he got dressed quickly enough, he’d have time to use the bathroom before they left for the Christmas Eve late-night service.
It had been nearly 10 months since Grayson, now 16, had moved in with his grandparents, Martin and Regina. Grayson hadn’t been overly familiar with the Bufords, but his father wasn’t in the picture, so after his mother died, her parents became Grayson’s legal guardians.
Grayson swallowed hard as he thought about his mom. Katrina Buford had raised Grayson on her own for his entire life. Her parents didn’t approve of their youngest daughter’s “lifestyle choices” (that is, getting pregnant out of wedlock) and, therefore, didn’t make much of an effort to be part of their youngest grandson’s life.
Such seclusion from her parents didn’t seem to bother Katrina too much. She had a good job and good friends, and Grayson had been an easy baby who grew into a sweet, joyful young man. But just after Grayson’s 14th birthday, Katrina found a lump in her breast. She fought the disease for over a year and a half before slipping away on a cold March afternoon, holding Grayson’s hand.
Grayson had been devastated, of course, but Katrina had worked hard to prepare him for life without her, and he was determined to make her proud. With his naturally cheerful and friendly disposition, he was sure he could work out living with his grandparents.
It didn’t take long for Grayson to realize that cheer and friendliness were not valued traits in the Buford household. Martin, who insisted on being addressed as “Sir” or “Colonel,” had no patience for any kind of glee or revelry. He ran his household with ingrained, militaristic precision. Lateness, excessive noise, and any form of untidiness were not tolerated. The introduction of a teenage boy into Martin’s carefully controlled life was a wildly unwelcome intrusion. While Regina had learned long ago how to seamlessly adhere to the Colonel’s expectations, Grayson had no such lessons.
Grayson had spent a few weeks trying to be helpful and pleasant, but the Colonel repeatedly rebuffed Grayson’s attempts at building a relationship. Soon enough, Grayson figured out that it was best to just remain unseen, and he started keeping to his room as much as possible.
Now, dressed in the same suit he’d worn to his mother’s funeral (the Colonel insisted on their best clothes for Christmas services), Grayson opened the bedroom door and went downstairs. He could feel pangs coming from his bladder, and he prepared to ask the Colonel for permission to use the bathroom before they left.
Martin and Regina were waiting at the foot of the stairs. The Colonel was, naturally, wearing his old yet immaculately-kept dress uniform. “You forget how to fasten buttons, boy?” Martin grumbled.
Grayson flushed and looked down at his suit jacket. “No, sir.”
“Then I don’t know what took you so damn long,” the Colonel huffed. “Get in the car.”
Flinching, Grayson hung his head and trudged behind his grandfather. He wasn’t sure why they had to leave two hours before the service started, but he knew better than to argue.
Grayson squirmed in the backseat of the car, trying not to make too much noise. Despite all his attempts to be functionally invisible over the past months, the Colonel had only grown angrier. It was as if Grayson’s mere existence infuriated him, and the initial grunt and orders had morphed into screams, belittlement, and the occasional smack.
When they reached the church door, Grayson cleared his throat. “Sir?” he asked anxiously. “May I…may I use the restroom, please?”
The Colonel’s eyes darkened. “We are in church, young man,” he declared darkly. “This is a place of prayer. You will join us in the pew, and you will pray. I suggest asking the Lord for forgiveness and asking Him for strength to grow into a true man of God.”
Grayson could do nothing but nod. “Yes, sir,” he replied softly. The Colonel turned on his heel, and Grayson gloomily followed him to a pew near the altar.
Grabbing Grayson’s arm, Martin steered the boy into the pew between himself and Regina, leaving no room for escape. Grayson bit his lip as he sat, clenching his thigh muscles slightly. The Colonel and Regina both bowed their heads in prayer. Grayson followed his example, but his only prayer was that he could make it the 3 hours until the end of the service without wetting himself.
Over the next 2 hours, Grayson’s bladder slowly filled, and so did the church. The extended Buford family – Grayson’s aunts, uncles, and older cousins – filled the rest of the pew to his left.
Though the Colonel didn’t exactly encourage familial closeness, he had long insisted on family attendance at church services. Most of his 4 older children and their children led their own lives, barely interacting with the Colonel, but they still showed up for late-night service on Christmas Eve.
At the very end of the first pew sat Carl, Grayson’s oldest cousin, and his wife Tiffany. Despite his grandfather’s humorless example, Carl had attended West Point and entered the Army, eventually attaining the rank of Major General. He and Tiffany had no children of their own, but it still tugged at Carl’s heart to see Grayson shifting uncomfortably in the pew, sandwiched closely between Martin and Regina.
Grayson really was trying not to squirm. Out of everything he did wrong (and it really seem like everything he did was wrong to the Colonel), public display of desperation had to be the worst. For some reason, any seemingly improper bathroom habits enraged Martin. A week after moving into the Buford’s well-kept home, Grayson had had a nightmare about his mother and ended up wetting the bed.
Grayson shuddered at the memory, made all the more potent by the volume of urine currently straining his bladder. He had apologized, of course, and was already cleaning the mess himself, but the Colonel had been livid. It was the first time Martin had truly scream at Grayson, calling him every variation of weak and useless under the sun. Grayson had been crushed. He’d secretly hoped for – needed, really – someone to comfort him and tell him it was OK. Instead, the Colonel had shouted until his face turned purple, telling Grayson in no uncertain terms just how repulsive he found the boy.
After that morning, the Colonel imposed strict bathroom rules. Though Grayson tried his best to control his bladder, making the most of the comparatively free restroom access at school, the rigid rules and schedule caused a few more accidents, both at night and during the day, each one leading to greater wrath from the Colonel.
Now, sitting on the old, wooden pew, Grayson wanted nothing more than to avoid such a scene. He didn’t even want to think about irate the Colonel would be if Grayson lost control in church.
After two long hours, the lights dimmed and the service began. Grayson could barely pay attention; his bladder ached, and it took all his focus to keep from holding himself openly. Though the Colonel gave every appearance of paying complete attention to the minister, he was keeping a close eye on his fidgeting grandson.
Grayson’s eyes watered with effort as the service went on. Beads of sweat crept down his back, but he was determined to hold on. The minutes seemed like hours; he could feel small leaks seeping into his underwear, almost by osmosis through his desperately clenched thighs.
Forty-five minutes into the service, the ushers handed out thin, white candles. The lights went out completely, and congregants gradually passed the flame along, slowly lighting each person’s candle.
Grayson’s hand shook as he accepted the light from the Colonel, then turned to pass it to Regina. He could feel his bladder on the very brink of exploding.
At the minister’s gesture, the congregation rose to their feet. Grayson inhaled sharply; he was certain he couldn’t withstand a change in position. From his own standing position, the Colonel poked Grayson sharply, glaring daggers, signaling his irrefutable order to the young man.
Grayson bit his lower lip hard, trying unsuccessfully to stop it from trembling. The candle was flickering wildly in his hand. He clenched his thigh muscles painfully as he slowly rose to his feet, but it wasn’t enough. The combination of gravity and uncrossed legs was too much for his taxed bladder, and Grayson started to leak copiously.
Tears filled his downcast eyes. He tried to squeeze his legs together, but he couldn’t stop a trickle from making its way down his leg.
The Colonel stared daggers, the muscles in his jaw rippling with rage. Grayson tried with all his might to stay still and stand up straight, but the tiny stream of urine started to pool on the hard floor.
The dancing points of candlelight reflected off the liquid. Eyes blazing, the Colonel snatched Grayson by the arm. With a speed and ferocity that belied his age, he dragged the shaking teen down the aisle of the church and out to the lobby.
As soon as the doors closed behind them, Martin threw Grayson sideways. The young man stumbled, but kept his feet.
“What the hell are you thinking, boy?” Martin hissed.
Grayson tried to stand at attention, but couldn’t find his voice to answer. He’d managed to stop the flow of piss, but he knew it wasn’t for long.
The Colonel took a menacing step toward the shivering boy. “I said,” he grumbled. “What the hell are you thinking?”
Grayson opened his mouth to attempt an answer, but was stopped by the back of the Colonel’s hand flying across his face with a resounding crack.
Gasping audibly, Grayson’s head was whipped aside with the force of the smack. Before he had time to recover, the Colonel grabbed him by the lapels and pulled him in close.
“You think you can embarrass me in front of my church community?” Martin’s voice was all the more terrifying for its lack of volume. “You think you can besmirch the house of the Lord?”
“N-no, sir…” Grayson whispered, but Martin wasn’t looking for an answer.
“You pissed yourself like a damned infant!” Martin growled, spraying Grayson with saliva. “I’ve had it with you and your insubordinate delinquency!”
With a grumble, the Colonel shoved Grayson violently against the wall. The impact momentarily stunned Grayson, who lost another leak down his leg. Martin didn’t notice, though; he had drawn back his hand, preparing to strike his grandson yet again. Grayson’s eyes widened in fear, but he didn’t move.
Suddenly, a large hand wrapped firmly around the Colonel’s wrist. “That’s enough, Martin,” Carl’s voice was gravelly and firm. He kept a tight grip on his grandfather’s arm as he locked stares with the old man.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Martin snarled. “This isn’t your business.”
Carl stared back, radiating quiet rage. “You will not lay another hand on that boy.”
“I am his legal guardian,” Martin snapped.
“You are guilty of child abuse,” Carl seethed in response. “He’s not yours anymore.”
Still shaking with fear and the effort of holding, Grayson gazed in awe at the stare-down between his grandfather and his cousin.
“What are you going to do about it?” The Colonel was saying, his wrist still locked in Carl’s grip. “You can’t take him. I’ll stop you.”
The barest of smiles flitted across Carl’s face. “You won’t, Colonel. I’m willing to fight for this kid, and you know you can’t physically beat me. And we both know that your claim won’t hold up in court against evidence of abuse. And," he added, a bit brutally, "I outrank you."
Martin glared fiercely and grunted in reply.
“Go back inside, old man,” Carl growled, finally releasing his hold on Martin’s arm. “We’re done here.”
With one final harrumph, the Colonel turned on his heel and strode back through the lobby doors.
Carl sighed in relief and turned back to his cousin. Grayson was still pressed against the wall, quivering. “Grayson?” Carl began gently. “Are you OK? Did he hurt you?”
“No,” Grayson whispered, not meeting Carl’s eyes. The Colonel wouldn’t let him use the restroom, but maybe, just maybe, Carl would…
“P-please, sir,” Grayson stammered softly. “May I-“
“Oh, Grayson,” Carl interrupted sadly. “You don’t have to call me sir. I know I’m in uniform, but I’m not like…” Carl’s voice trailed off at the sound of a defeated whimper from Grayson. “Kid?”
It was too late. Grayson had held on too long, and the physical and emotional stress of the night was too much for him. Almost as soon as Carl started speaking, Grayson’s body gave out and he started wetting with abandon. Urine quickly soaked through his pants and fell to the ground, pooling on the tile floor with a soft yet humiliating patter.
“Carl? Sweetie?” Tiffany’s voice sounded through the lobby. After seeing the Colonel return to their pew alone, Tiffany had slipped out to find her husband. She saw Carl standing in front of Grayson, who was crying silently.
“Hey!” Tiffany breathed as she reached Carl’s side. “Grayson…” But she, too, trailed off as she recognized what was happening.
“Oh, honey,” Tiffany murmured, utterly heartbroken at the sight of the sniffling teenager having an accident in front of her.
Grayson wanted to sink through the wall and disappear. He was making a mess and breaking the rules, and after Carl had been so nice and stopped the Colonel from hitting him…
Warm liquid continued to soak down both legs of Grayson’s ill-fitting suit pants. It briefly occurred to him that he should try to stop the flow, but his body simply wouldn’t respond, so he just kept wetting onto the floor.
Tiffany clutched her husband’s hand, horrified at what she was seeing. Neither of them could imagine what terrors the Colonel had inflicted on the teen to lead to this point. The three stood in pained silence for over a minute until the faint trickling sound finally stopped.
His accident was finished, but tears kept pouring down Grayson’s face. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, still not quite able to move. “I didn’t want to…”
Carl and Tiffany exchanged a glance. “Grayson, honey,” Tiffany said gently. “Why don’t you go to the restroom and get cleaned up?”
“I…”Grayson’s voice squeaked. “I don’t have any clean clothes,” he continued miserably.
Tiffany drew in a long breath, thinking rapidly. “OK.” She turned to Carl. “Honey, can you go out to the car and get the blanket from the trunk? We don’t have any clothes for you to wear,” she explained to Grayson, “but we keep a big blanket in the trunk. You can wrap yourself in that.”
Both Carl and Grayson nodded. Carl pulled the keys from his pocket and headed out to the parking lot; Grayson didn’t move.
“Here, sweetie,” Tiffany lightly touched Grayson’s arm. “Why don’t you go to the bathroom, and you can clean up a bit while Carl gets the blanket? I’ll go back inside and grab our things from the pew.”
She started toward the lobby doors, but was stopped by a plaintive mewl from Grayson. Turning back around, she saw Grayson’s lip trembling. “Honey?”
For the first time, Grayson raised his eyes, looking pleadingly at Tiffany. In his gaze, Tiffany read all the confusion and fear of a young man who had lost all trust in adults, who had no one truly take care of him in far too long.
“OK!” she soothed, reaching for her young cousin. “I’m not going anywhere.” She placed her hand on Grayson’s shoulder, guiding him toward the restroom. “I’m right here,” she murmured as they walked. “I’ll stay with you.”
Grayson felt like he was crumbling from the inside. His eyes were filled with tears, but it was only with great effort that he kept from completely breaking down into devastated sobs. His head was in a fog; he knew Tiffany was talking, but her voice was little more than an unintelligible buzz.
They reached the family restroom, and Tiffany opened the door. “You take off your wet things and I’ll hand the blanket through the door when Carl gets back,” she instructed calmly.
Grayson nodded pathetically and closed the bathroom door behind him. Tiffany exhaled deeply, leaning against the wall.
After a minute, Carl returned with the giant, fleece blanket from their car, along with a plastic bag. “Is he in there?” Carl inclined his head toward the bathroom, a bit needlessly.
Tiffany nodded. “I was going to get our stuff from inside, but he didn’t seem to want me to leave him.” Taking the blanket from Carl, she knocked gently on the bathroom door. Grayson’s hand reached out to grab the fleece and bag.
The door shut again, and Tiffany drew her eyebrows together. “Carl, what happened to this kid?”
Carl shook his head slowly. “Before you came out, I stopped Martin from hitting him.”
Tiffany winced sympathetically.
“If he’s whaling on him in church, I can’t imagine what he does at home,” Carl continued sadly. He looked down at his wife beseechingly, but she was already on board.
“Of course he can come home with us,” Tiffany agreed before Carl could ask. “I know we can’t let him spend another minute with the Colonel.”
Carl let out a relieved sigh. “Thanks, baby.”
Nodding, Tiffany started planning the logistics. “He’ll sleep in the guest room, of course. You’re bigger than he is, but I’m sure we have enough sweats and t-shirts to tide him over until you can pick up his stuff from Martin and Regina’s.”
Carl leaned down and kissed his wife’s forehead. “You’re the best!”
At that moment, the bathroom door clicked open. Grayson slouched in the doorway, clutching the blanket around him with one hand and holding the plastic bag, now full of his soiled pants, in the other.
“Grayson?” Carl cleared his throat. Grayson flinched, and Carl’s heart broke. “Are you ready to go?”
Grayson’s shoulders slumped even more. He barely nodded and turned silently toward the doors leading back into the church. He couldn’t even imagine how the Colonel would react to him walking into church, pantsless, wrapped in a blanket, but Grayson didn’t know what a viable alternative would be.
“Oh, honey, no!” Tiffany cried, reaching out to him. Grayson stopped, bowing his head in apologetic reflex.
“You don’t have to go back inside,” Carl explained. “Not if you don’t want to. Tiff and I…you can come home with us.”
Grayson raised his eyes, blinking in confusion.
“We don’t…” Tiffany’s voice was thick with emotion. “We can’t send you back to Martin if we can help it. We have plenty of room at our place, and we’d love to have you.”
Lip trembling, Grayson tried to make sense of what they were saying. He didn’t have to go back with the Colonel? He wasn’t getting in trouble? He didn’t know how it would work, and surely Carl and Tiffany wouldn’t be willing to keep a teenager until he went to college, but…even for tonight…
“We want to make sure you’re safe,” Carl pleaded over Grayson’s silent contemplation. “I’m sorry I didn’t do anything until now, but we’ll make it up to you, I promise. Please, Grayson.”
The word “please” shattered whatever was left of Grayson’s battered self-control. With a muted, broken sob, he took a step forward and crumpled into Tiffany’s waiting arms, weeping with relief and exhaustion.
Tiffany held the shaking teen tightly, rubbing his back and whispering soothing words in his ear. Confident that the situation was under control, Carl quickly stole back into the church to grab his and Tiffany’s things.
Coats in hand, Carl and Tiffany walked Grayson out to the parking lot, supporting him from either side. Thoroughly drained, Grayson could barely keep his eyes open. He all but collapsed in the back seat of Carl’s car, clutching the blanket around his half-naked form.
Brushing a light dusting of snow off the windshield, Carl climbed in the driver’s seat. Tiffany squeezed his hand, reassuring him that they were making the right choice.
As Carl pulled out of the church parking lot, he heard the bells in the tower start to chime midnight.
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Since Bazinga got me thinking, I couldn't stop revisiting this story. So really, it's all Bazinga's fault that this will now have multiple chapters. I know these circumstances contradict a few statements in the original story, so I hope you'll forgive a bit of discontinuity :) Happy New Year!
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Christmas day was a quiet affair at Carl and Tiffany’s. Carl had called his father, the Colonel’s oldest son, to let him know what had happened and that they wouldn’t be joining the family for the day’s celebrations. He and Tiffany had agreed it was best to let Grayson relax as they all tried to figure out what steps needed to be taken.
Grayson remained mostly quiet. After the terrified adrenaline rush of the night before had ebbed, he’d fallen into an exhausted sleep. Now, in the cold light of day, Grayson was wary of this new situation. His mind was a tangled mix of emotions – gratitude toward Carl and Tiffany for saving him from the Colonel, shame over what they’d seen him do, hope that they would truly be able to end his months of horror, and fear that they wouldn’t.
Carl and Tiffany didn’t push. Carl knew enough of his grandfather’s “discipline” from hearing his own father’s stories, and Tiffany, who worked as a nurse in a juvenile psychiatric facility, had enough experience with traumatized teens, that both of them wanted to focus on making Grayson feel comfortable and safe before really diving into doing the work necessary to help him overcome the past 10 months.
That night, after a fairly untraditional Christmas dinner of grilled cheese and tomato soup, Carl carefully breeched the topic of logistics with Grayson.
“You don’t have to make any decisions right now,” Carl began, “but Tiff and I were serious when we said you could stay with us.”
Grayson’s gaze flickered up from its focus on his plate, showing the smallest flash of hope before returning downward. Carl took this as a sign to continue.
“Obviously, there’s a lot to think about. Taking you was one thing, but getting your stuff from Martin and Regina’s won’t be quite as easy. I have some friends on the police force, and we can probably get a court order pretty quickly, but…” Carl hesitated. “But you’ll probably have to make a statement.”
Grayson raised his eyes more slowly this time, trying to mask the sudden fear he felt with bland obedience. “A statement?”
Reaching her hand across the table, Tiffany chimed in. “Legally, honey, we want to make sure we’re on solid ground. If we want to get all your things from the Colonel’s house with minimal obstruction, we need a legal order that he has no right to you or your belongings anymore. And to get that,” she did her best to keep her voice calm and non-coercive, “the court needs a reason that you can’t be there anymore.”
Grayson’s heart was beating wildly, but he tried to keep his breathing slow and even. Showing fear was unacceptable.
“OK,” he said after a pause that felt a lot longer than it was. “What do I need to do?”
Carl’s chest heaved in relief with his cousin’s cooperation. “We’ll wait until Monday. Whatever judge we get might be more amenable if we don’t disturb him or her on the weekend after Christmas.”
Nodding, Grayson picked at the remaining half of his grilled cheese.
“Dad brought over some of Gary’s old clothes, so you’ll have stuff to wear until then.” Carl continued. Gary, Carl’s youngest brother, was much closer in size to Grayson than Carl was.
“And I’ll run to the store tomorrow to buy you some necessities,” Tiffany added, thankfully not saying “underwear” and acknowledging that Grayson had been going commando all day.
Pasting a small smile on his face, Grayson thanked them both, though his insides still writhed with discomfort and apprehension. He wanted to trust his cousins, he wanted to believe that everything was finally going to be OK, but the past few years of uncertainty, first with his mom’s cancer and then with the Colonels’ reign of terror, had wounded him too deeply for such an immediate turnaround.
The weekend itself was a blur. Tiffany showed Grayson how to work the TV and where the books were kept, so Grayson spent most of his days in the guest room, reading. He wanted to help, somehow – cleaning the house or doing dishes or something – but he wasn’t familiar enough with the house to trust himself not to be in the way. And being in the way was awful.
On Sunday night, Carl caught Grayson before he escaped back to the guest room after dinner.
“I talked to one of my buddies in the police station,” he told Grayson, “and we’re gonna go down and talk to them tomorrow morning. It shouldn’t take long. Once they have an official statement, he’ll contact Judge Reiner, who will give the order for the Colonel to release your things.”
Grayson’s stomach roiled, but he just nodded.
“You don’t have to come collect you things, obviously,” Carl reassured him. “I’ll handle that. All you have to do is talk to someone at the station.”
Grayson desperately wanted to look more excited, or at least more grateful for the effort that Carl was putting in for him, but it was all he could do to keep tears from building in his eyes. He nodded again, squeaking out a quick “yeah” to Carl, before turning away to head upstairs.
In the comparative safety of the guest room, Grayson slid to the floor, hugging his knees into his chest. What exactly would this “statement” do? Would it become public? Would he have to give all the details?
Grayson’s whole body quivered. Carl and Tiffany were being so kind; he didn’t want them to know just how much trouble he really was.
Weariness descended on Grayson like a parachute fluttering back to the ground after being aloft too long. He dully climbed into bed, sleep overtaking his anxiety in minutes.
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“Grayson?” Tiffany shook the teen’s shoulders gently. “Honey, it’s time to get up.”
Inhaling deeply, Grayson dragged his mind from the unease confines of unconsciousness. Tiffany stood next to his bed, her hand still on his shoulder.
“Good morning,” she smiled, keeping her voice soft. “I would’ve let you sleep more, but Captain Mediano is expecting you and Carl at the station in about an hour.”
Grayson bobbed his head in acknowledgement of her words, but his mind was still slowly climbing into awareness. The unfamiliarity of being awoken by this young woman, combined with the awareness of what he had to do today, combined with the cool wetness around his legs…
Grayson froze. Oh God, no. Not today. Not here, not in this room, not in this house.
“Grayson?” The teen’s sudden tension startled Tiffany. “Honey, are you OK?”
Biting his lip to keep it from trembling, Grayson sat up slowly. His mind shifted to autopilot. He knew what to do in this situation. There was no hiding.
Robotically, Grayson peeled back the covers and stood up. Barely acknowledging Tiffany’s presence, he turned and started pulling the case off his pillow.
“Oh!” Tiffany gasped, seeing the darkness in Grayson’s sweatpants clinging to his legs. “Oh, sweetie, it’s-“
“Here,” Grayson cut her off, pushing the pillowcase into her hands.
“I – “ Tiffany grabbed at the pillowcase, confused. “Yes, of course, honey, I can do this while you-“
“Where do you keep the soap?” Grayson’s voice was entirely monotonous.
“The…” the boy’s lack of affect chilled Tiffany. “The laundry detergent, you mean?”
“The bars of soap,” Carl’s deep voice trembled with barely-concealed rage. Tiffany turned to see her husband standing in the doorway, his face lined with anger and sadness. “Is that right, Grayson?”
Grayson averted his eyes at the sight of this new witness. “Yes, sir.”
Tiffany turned her head back and forth, staring between her husband and his young cousin. She still didn’t understand what Grayson was asking for, though Carl certainly seemed to.
Carl slowly walked into the room, not wanting to scare Grayson. He took the pillowcase from the teen, slowly crumpling it in his large hands.
“Grayson?” he started quietly. Grayson flinched reflexively at the sound of his name. Nothing good ever came from hearing his name after he’d wet the bed.
Carl sighed deeply. “Kid, listen to me. No one in this house is ever going to do that to you, OK? Not for anything, and certainly not for having an accident. Do you understand?”
Grayson’s lip was shaking. He’d stopped biting it at some point. “Yes, sir.”
Carl wanted to hug the boy, or at least put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, but he knew that touch probably wasn’t the best move at this point. “You don’t have to call me ‘sir,’ kid. You’re not in trouble. Grayson?” he said a bit louder, trying to break through the teen’s cloud of fear and conditioning. “I promise, you’re not in trouble, not even a little bit. Just go take a shower. Tiff and I will clean up.”
Wordlessly, Grayson walked to the bathroom, leaving Carl and Tiffany in a tense vacuum of silence.
“Carl?” Tiffany finally asked. “What just happened?”
Carl grimaced and rubbed his temples. “Soap,” he grumbled. “It’s a horrible, old military thing. If a recruit did something wrong, his peers or his superiors would put bars of soap in a pillowcase and beat him with it.”
Tiffany’s eyes were wide as she stared at her husband. “So the Colonel…and Grayson…did you?”
Carl nodded in response to the first part of the stammer, then shook his head. “My CO wouldn’t put up with that shit, but it was more common in Martin’s time. It looks like he applied that particular bit of discipline to Grayson.”
Tiffany slumped against Carl, who put his arm around her. “Based on his reaction, I’m sure this isn’t the first time the kid wet his sheets,” Carl said dejectedly. Tiffany nodded in agreement. “This statement is going to be way worse than we thought.”
The hot shower went a long way in waking Grayson from his fearful haze, but his stomach was still in knots. Even if Carl and Tiffany wouldn’t punish him for peeing the bed, surely they were rethinking taking in such damaged goods.
Carl and Tiffany were no longer in his room, but Grayson dressed quickly. At the very least, he didn’t want to make them late for their appointment at the police station.
His cousins were waiting for him downstairs, looking serious and concerned. Grayson braced himself for the inevitable “We weren’t prepared for this” speech.
“Grayson,” Tiffany began, drawing on her nursing experience. “Honey, we’re so sorry.”
Well…that’s not exactly what he’d expected. Grayson raised his eyes, perplexed.
“We had no idea how bad things were for you with the Colonel,” Tiffany continued, her eyes glistening. “We would have – should have – taken you much sooner.”
Grayson blinked. He wasn’t quite sure he was following the conversation correctly.
“We knew Thursday night that we couldn’t let you stay with Martin,” Carl added. “But now, we know that you need a lot more than just a different place to live.”
There it is, thought Grayson. Now, they’re going to say they can’t provide me with what I “need.”
“So while you and I go down to the precinct,” Carl went on. “If you’re feeling OK with it, of course! Tiff will make some calls and get you an appointment with a therapist who specializes in child abuse.”
Next to Carl, Tiffany nodded ardently. “The doctors I work with are wonderful, but we want to make sure you have the best support possible,” she added.
Dazed, Grayson opened his mouth to speak. “A…a therapist?”
Tiffany smiled sadly. “Honey, we’d love to believe that everything will be just fine and that we can make everything better just by keeping you here. But now that we know – or know part of, anyway – what the Colonel did to you, we want to make make sure you have the proper tools to deal with that.”
“We can tell you it’s not your fault,” Carl interjected. “Because it’s not, it’s definitely not your fault, and I think you know that. But abuse, trauma like that…it gets inside a person. And we want to make sure you’re not carrying that around with you.”
“You’re…” Grayson mumbled, still trying to wrap his head around what they were saying. “You’re…keeping me here?”
“If you want us to,” Carl said with an earnestness that seemed incongruous coming from such a large, broad-shouldered man.
Looking up, Grayson gazed into the kind, anxious eyes of Carl and Tiffany. Maybe they really were willing to keep him. Maybe he was really safe this time. Maybe thing really would get better.
The corners of Grayson’s mouth turned up ever so slightly. “Yes, please.” |
Grayson’s palms were sweating as he sat in the faded chair in the police station. It wasn’t an interrogation room, like he’d seen on TV, just a small, office-like space. Grayson supposed they wanted to make him feel less intimidated.
“Grayson, this is Selena Chavez, from Child Protective Services,” Captain Mediano was saying. “She’s here as your advocate, to make sure no one is leading or coercing you.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Grayson,” Ms. Chavez said kindly. Grayon’s attempt at a smile in response ended up as a grimace.
“Now, I’m not allowed to be in here, kid,” Carl eyed Grayson, concerned. “But I’ll be right outside. Cap will take your statement, and Selena will make her recommendation to the judge, so you can stay with us and I can go get your stuff from Martin.”
Grayson could only nod. He was glad Carl wouldn’t have to hear him talk about what the Colonel had done, but the whole situation still made him nervous.
“OK, Grayson,” Captain Mediano pulled out the recorder and pressed “play.” “We’re here to talk about Colonel Martin Buford’s fitness as a legal guardian. It is my understanding that you wish to have his guardianship revoked. Is that accurate?”
“Yes.” Grayson tried to keep his voice from shaking.
“Why is that?” The Captain’s voice was steady and impartial, to avoid any semblance of persuasion.
Squeezing his hands into fists at his sides, Grayson drew in a deep breath. “He hit me.”
“I see,” Mediano hated this part of his job, but he had to get enough facts out of Grayson to warrant a removal from the home. “And how often did he hit you?”
“A few times a week.” Grayson clenched his fists tighter. He really didn’t want to go into details.
Selena spoke up. “Grayson, I know this is uncomfortable, but can you describe a little more? Tell us what would happen.”
Grayson closed his eyes for a moment. Then, with well-honed control, he closed off his own desire – in this case, the desire not to talk about what had gone on in the Buford house – and did what he was told.
“The Colonel had a lot of rules that I didn’t learn fast enough. When I broke the rules, he would hit me.” Grayson inhaled quickly, before Selena could interrupt to ask for more detail. “He would punch or slap my arms or legs or stomach or ribs. Sometimes, if I did something really wrong, he would use a belt. Or he would throw things at me, like pans in the kitchen or gardening tools when we were outside.”
Selena had a lot of practice in keeping her face neutral, but even she couldn’t stop a sympathetic sigh at Grayson’s robotic recitation. With this kind of psychological reaction, she knew that the Colonel had done more than just “hit” the teen, but it wasn’t her job to get every horrifying detail. She glanced at Mediano, nodding to signal that she had enough to make her recommendation to the judge.
But Mediano was shaking his head reluctantly. The way Grayson phrased his description made it clear that the abuse was pretty constant, and that called for criminal charges.
“Grayson,” the Captain’s voice was gentle. “Did Martin ever hit you hard enough to leave marks?”
For the first time, Grayson raised his eyes to meet the Captain’s. The teen’s gaze was mostly blank, but Mediano could see the hint of fear and shame.
“OK,” Mediano continued softly. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but we want to make sure Mr. Buford is punished for what he did to you, so…can you show us?”
Slowly, Grayson rose from his chair, never taking his eyes off the Captain. With an eerie emptiness, he pulled up his hoodie, exposing his abdomen and chest.
Mediano let out a low growl and Selena frowned at the all-too-familiar sight.
Grayson’s torso was covered in ugly, misshapen bruises and abrasions. The bruises ranged from darkest purple to hideously faded yellow. A particularly nasty-looking one of the left side convinced Mediano that Grayson had suffered at least one broken rib at some point.
Shaking his head in disgust, Mediano grabbed the camera to document the injuries. He snapped a few quick pictures, then nodded to Selena.
“Thank you, Grayson,” Chavez said softly. “That’s all we need.”
Grayson released his hoodie and slumped back into his chair, staring at the ground.
“I want you to know, I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you never have to go back to Mr. Buford,” Selena promised earnestly. “I’ll take my recommendation over to Judge Hansborough personally.”
“And I’ll go write up an arrest warrant now,” Mediano added.
It all felt like an awful lot of trouble to Grayson. “Can I go now?” he asked, flatly but not rudely.
Sighing, Mediano rose and opened the door, signaling for Carl to come in. Carl looked anxiously from his friend to his seemingly emotionless cousin.
“We should have no problems,” the Captain explained. “We have more than enough not only to get Grayson out of Buford’s custody, but to arrest the guy.”
Carl’s eyebrows shot up, but, for Grayson’s sake, he tried to remain calm. “So I can take him home?”
Mediano nodded. “I’ll give you a call when we head over to Buford’s. We’ll let you get Grayson’s things after we take the old man in.”
Carl shook the Captain’s hand firmly. “Thanks, Rob. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.” He turned toward Grayson. “Ready to go?”
The ride home was nearly wordless. Carl didn’t want to say anything to make the situation worse; Grayson was gradually losing his armor of indifference to a mire of shame. He was convinced that the Colonel’s arrest would only end up causing more trouble for Carl and Tiffany.
Tiffany was on the phone when they walked in the door. “Oh, great,” she said to the person on the other end of the line. “That’ll be perfect. We’ll see you then.”
She hung up and kissed Carl on the cheek. Grayson stood uncomfortably to the side; he just wanted to disappear in his room, but he was pretty sure Carl and Tiffany would want to talk to him.
Sure enough, Tiffany turned toward him with an encouraging look. “That was Doctor Teri Harden,” she explained. “She’s a child psychologist, specializing in trauma. I don’t know her personally, but a lot of the doctors I work with do, and they can’t speak more highly of her.”
Grayson just blinked. He knew he should probably respond, but he couldn’t bring himself to talk.
“Anyway,” Tiffany went on, a bit nervously. “She can fit us in tomorrow afternoon at 1:30. Her office is downtown, so we’ll leave by 1. OK?”
“OK,” Grayson mumbled, then immediately felt impolite. He tried to force his face into a more gracious expression. “Thank you, Tiffany.”
Carl squeezed his wife’s hand. “Kid, why don’t you go watch TV or read?” he suggested gently. “I’ll go get the rest of your things as soon as Captain Mediano calls, so you can hopefully be a bit more comfortable by tonight.”
Grayson exhaled quietly, relieved to be excused. He unsuccessfully attempted another smile before trudging off to his room.
Carl let out a long, tired breath. In hushed tones, he told Tiffany what Mediano had told him.
“Arrest?” Tiffany asked worriedly. “So it was even worse than we thought?”
“Exactly,” Carl sighed. “Rob didn’t tell me the details, but I’m sure that kid’s been through worse than hell.” He wrapped his arms around Tiffany’s shoulders. “I hope this therapist is as good as advertised.”
***
Dr. Teri Harden stared at the young man sitting across from her. Every patient was different, obviously, but teenage boys could be especially resistant to therapy. Trauma had such terrible implications for the culturally-imposed definitions of masculinity.
“Now, Grayson,” she explained. “One of the first things I usually do with clients is decide on goals for our time together. So what are some of the things you hope to get out of this?”
Grayson gazed back at the professional, unassuming-looking woman and shrugged uncertainly. “Tiffany thought it would be a good idea?” His voice ticked up, making the statement into a question. Dr. Harden waited, patient but not demanding. “I just…” Grayson so desperately wanted to give the right answer. “I want to do what they think is best.”
Dr. Harden nodded, making Grayson think that he’d given an appropriate response.
“That’s a good place to start,” Teri replied, understanding that Grayson would need a lot of positive reinforcement. “Can I tell you what one of my goals for you is?”
“Sure,” Grayson agreed. Really, since Carl and Tiffany wouldn’t usually be in the therapy room, he was grateful that Dr. Harden would be telling him what he needed to do.
“My goal,” Dr. Harden held Grayson’s gaze, making sure he was listening. “Is for you to be learn to identify and share you feelings and needs.”
“My…” Grayson looked imploringly at Dr. Harden, unsure.
Teri smiled encouragingly. “What you want,” she emphasized.
“I want…” Grayson trailed off again. Hadn’t he just said this? “What Carl and Tiffany think is best?”
Teri’s gaze never wavered. “It’s great that you’re willing to cooperate with Carl and Tiffany,” she praised. “And I know they’re grateful. But I think that living with the Colonel for so long has made you believe that your own needs and desires aren’t important. So we’re going to work on getting you to understand what your body and mind need to be healthy and happy, OK?”
“I…OK,” Grayson murmured uncertainly. All he wanted was not to be any trouble…
“Very good,” Dr. Harden said reassuringly. “Now that we have our goals, we’re going to start the hard work, OK?”
Grayson shifted in his seat, but nodded.
“You’re here because of what you went through at the hands of the Colonel,” Grayson tensed, guessing where this was going. Dr. Harden continued, “And if we’re going to correct the unhealthy beliefs and reactions that you developed, we’re going to have to address the nature of the trauma itself. So why don’t you tell me about what would go on?”
Grayson squirmed some more, not sure of what she wanted to hear. “Like…like what, exactly?”
Dr. Harden nodded as if Grayson had asked a very insightful question. “Well, in your intake file, Tiffany explained that the Colonel would hit you with a pillowcase filled with bars of soap. Why don’t you start there?”
Straightening his shoulders, Grayson drew in a breath. The doctor seemed like she would wait forever, so Grayson chose to once more push down his emotions and share some of the events of the past 10 months.
Keeping his voice quiet, but not entirely flat, Grayson began. “He got the soap after I…after I wet the bed the second time. The first time, he just yelled a lot, calling me useless and weak and stupid. But when it happened again, he got really mad. He said I needed some military discipline…that, when recruits took too long to learn how they should act, it was the responsibility of everyone to make sure they fall in line…and…and he said the best way to make sure recruits learn what’s right is by showing them what happens when they do it wrong…”
Grayson’s voice faded, so Dr. Harden prompted him gently. “And what did that look like for you, Grayson?”
Grayson’s eyes slid out of focus as he slid into the memory. “When the soap in the pillowcase didn’t work, and I wet the bed for the third time, he…the Colonel decided that I needed more…military training. So he dragged me outside…”
Grayson kept talking, but he wasn’t so much telling the story as he was reliving it. The biting cold of the late-March morning, the sticky, drenched material of his pajamas pants clinging to his legs, the Colonel’s face, scarlet with rage as he screamed at Grayson…
“You stupid, fucking worm!” The Colonel’s voice rang through the chilly morning as he shoved Grayson into the back yard. “I shouldn’t be surprised that your worthless whore of a mother couldn’t even manage to toilet train you!”
Grayson sniffled, choking back sobs. He’d still been asleep when the Colonel had stormed into his room and pulled back the covers, erupting in fury when he’d seen the wet patch on the bed.
“I will not have such weakness in my house!” Martin shouted. “You will learn to be a man! I will work every last bit of frailty out of that pathetic body of yours! Now get to work!”
Stammering, but unable to form any actual words, Grayson’s eyes flickered toward Martin’s face, trying to figure out exactly what kind of ‘work’ he was meant to do.
“Don’t just stand there like an idiot, boy! Jumping jacks until I tell you to stop!!” Spittle coated the Colonel’s lips, his eyes wild.
Already breathing hard, Grayson immediately started jumping. “Get those arms straight, maggot! You can’t even do the most basic exercise in the world!”
It went on for hours. Grayson’s filthy, drying pants chafed against his legs as Martin directed him through seemingly endless jumping jacks, sprints, pushups, and burpees.
As the sun rose higher over the rural property, Grayson started to feel faint. Obviously, he hadn’t eaten breakfast, and hadn’t been to the bathroom. He was tired, scared, and he had no idea how long the Colonel intended to keep him out there.
Shaking from fatigue, Grayson slipped in the middle of a sprint, crashing to the ground.
“Get up, you fucking rat!” Martin shrieked. “What is the matter with you??”
Grayson struggled to his feet, panting and sweating. His vision blurred.
“Don’t slump your shoulders, boy! You stand at attention like a man!”
Grayson wasn’t 100% sure what “at attention” meant, but he stood up straighter, pinning his arms to his sides. His legs trembled beneath him.
“I have never in my life seen such a fragile boy of your age!” the Colonel’s voice had not faltered once, despite yelling almost nonstop since he’d yanked Grayson out of bed. “I will not stand for it! You will learn to obey, or you will suffer the consequences!”
Black spots encroached on the edges of Grayson’s vision. He tried to pay attention, but found that he couldn’t focus on the Colonel’s voice. He couldn’t focus on anything other than trying to keep from falling over.
His head swimming, Grayson became vaguely aware of warmth spreading down his legs.
“WHAT IS THIS???” Even the Colonel’s enraged howl couldn’t fully break the fog that was slowly enveloping Grayson’s consciousness. Irate, the Colonel stared at the wet stain growing down Grayson’s already-soiled pajamas.
Head wobbling on his neck, Grayson blearily gazed at the hazy form of the man in front of him. He saw the Colonel draw back his arm and thrust his fist toward Grayson’s face, and then everything went black…
“Grayson…Grayson…” Grayson blinked, as if waking from a dream. The kind, impartial face of Dr. Harden stared back at him.
“I…” he didn’t know what he was trying to say, but his voice was scratchy. Grayson realized his face was damp. He must’ve been crying as he told the story.
“You’re safe here, Grayson,” came Dr. Harden’s calming voice. “I want you to know that you’re completely safe in this office, and with Carl and Tiffany.”
Grayson hunched and released his shoulders, trying to bring his thoughts back to the present.
“What the Colonel did to you was wrong. Nothing you did called for that kind of behavior, and nothing ever could.” Dr. Harden’s voice was calm yet firm. “What happened was not your fault. It wasn’t your fault then, and this isn’t your fault now.”
Something in her phrasing and voice made Grayson look up. Dr. Harden briefly glanced down toward Grayson’s lap.
Grayson followed her gaze and was greeted with the sight of a large stretch of wetness across his jeans. At the same moment, he became aware of the heavy dampness pressing down on his thighs.
Grayson’s throat tightened dangerously. His breaths turned to wheezes as he curled his arms into his chest.
“Grayson…Grayson, listen to me, please,” Dr. Harden pleaded. “This is not your fault. This is your body’s reaction to the trauma that Mr. Buford put you through. Do you understand? This is not your fault.”
Grayson pressed his lips together, trying not to fall apart. He felt horrible.
“Grayson, I know this is hard, but this where you need to practice, OK?” Dr. Harden raised her eyebrows encouragingly. “What do you want right now? What would make you feel safe?”
“I…I…” Grayson could barely think. He didn’t know what he wanted. He knew that he didn’t want to get in trouble. He wanted…”I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”
Dr. Harden nodded sympathetically. “I know you are, Grayson. I understand.”
“I’m…I’m sorry,” Grayson repeated, even more softly. He didn’t know what else to do.
“OK, Grayson. You were very brave today, and I know we’re going to be able to do good work here, but I think it’s best for us to finish for today. I’m going to bring in Carl and Tiffany, OK?”
Knowing there was no way to hide his latest transgression from his cousins, Grayson didn’t protest.
Slightly concerned at being called in early – the session had only lasted 20 minutes – Carl and Tiffany entered the room apprehensively. Upon seeing the young man huddled and crying on the couch, Tiffany strode over and sat next to him, wrapping him in her arms.
Grayson tensed for only a second before melting into Tiffany’s embrace. Tiffany let out a relieved sigh as the teen slumped against her. It was only then that she noticed the telltale stain on Grayson’s pants.
Carl shared a look with his wife, then turned to Dr. Harden. “What can we do?” he asked simply.
Dr. Harden smiled slightly, pleased to see their earnestness. “Grayson endured more than any child ever should,” she began. “We’re only just starting to discover the breadth of Mr. Buford’s behavior.”
“We want to make sure Grayson is safe,” Tiffany interjected. “We know that recovery will be a long process, but what should we look out for to protect him?”
“As you can see,” Teri replied smoothly, trying not to humiliate Grayson any further, “Grayson had a physiological reaction to memories of abuse. I suspect this will happen more than once.”
Grayson cringed, but Carl simply nodded.
“There are likely to be certain things – triggers, we call them – that bring up painful memories for Grayson,” Teri continued. “Sometimes, these triggers might result in the same reaction. Because we’re just starting, we don’t yet know how many triggers there will be, or how severe they are. It’s far more likely that they will be brought up in the confines of therapy, but it really could be anything. Words, images, sounds.”
Grayson shuddered in Tiffany’s arms, horrified at the thought that any old sight or sound could make him pee his pants.
Tiffany tightened her hug in response. “What do you recommend, Doctor?”
“Well, Grayson and I will certainly work on addressing these triggers and developing healthy coping mechanisms,” Teri assured them. “Until then, it’s really up to Grayson what you do to perhaps…prepare for such events.”
Pushing himself out of Tiffany’s arms, Grayson folded his arms in defeat, knowing full well what Dr. Harden was referring to.
“Prepare?” Carl asked, oblivious. “So we can prevent…this kind of thing?”
“Not prevent entirely,” Dr. Harden said carefully. “But if Grayson would like to avoid-“
“You mean protective garments,” Tiffany interrupted tactfully. Dr. Harden nodded.
A tear slipped down Grayson’s cheek, and it did not go unnoticed by Dr. Harden. “Grayson?” she turned back to the teen. “Remember what we’re working on? This is your choice. You don’t have to wear anything if you don’t want to, I promise.”
Carl and Tiffany both nodded in agreement. “We’re fine either way, honey, I swear,” Tiffany promised.
Grayson looked up, his eyes darting nervously between the doctor and his cousins. “You promise?” he asked softly. “You won’t…you won’t get mad if I…if I…”
“Never, kid,” Carl gripped Grayson’s shoulder bracingly. “We will deal with whatever we have to.”
“But…” Grayson’s eyes dropped again. He couldn’t bring himself to believe them. “But I’ll make a mess…”
“Then we’ll clean it,” Tiffany assured him. “No big deal.”
Grayson didn’t tell them yet that the Colonel had forced him into diapers as punishment. That the idea of being put into “protective garments” again made him feel like he was being castigated.
He just looked up at the three adults in the room, all promising him the kind of security he hadn’t experienced for too long.
“It’s OK, Grayson,” Dr. Harden said. “It’s your choice.”
“N-…” Grayson inhaled, then tried again. “No, thank you. I don’t want that.”
Carl squeezed his shoulder lightly, comfortingly. “OK, kid.”
Tiffany put her hand on Grayson’s elbow and helped him to his feet. “Thank you, Dr. Harden,” she shook Teri’s hand. “We’ll call to start scheduling regular appointments.”
Grayson shrugged on his coat. His wet pants weighed down from his hips. He was grateful for the calm reaction to his accident, and he desperately wanted to get better before he could cause any more trouble for Carl and Tiffany.
Carl put his arm around the teen’s shoulder. “Come on, kid. Let’s go get you changed.”
Grayson flushed, but nodded. It had only been a half hour since they’d arrived at the clinic, but he felt like he’d just completed an Ironman. He was too tired to think too much, but knew he had a lot of work ahead of him. |
Thank you all so much! I'm so glad you're enjoying the story. These chapters keep coming out a bit longer than I plan on, so thanks for sticking with me :) This chapter, I pictured as kind of a montage, which doesn't exactly translate to words. I have two more chapters planned after this one.
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Sensing the potentially debilitating nature of Grayson’s situation, Dr. Harden made time in her schedule to see him twice a week. Grayson proved a willing client, agreeing to all of her suggestions, though Teri knew that such acquiescence was as much a product of his ingrained habit of submitting to authority as it was a desire to further his own rehabilitation.
After his second therapy session was also cut short in the same manner as the first, Grayson started making a habit of going to the bathroom immediately before each visit. Emptying his bladder prior to sitting in Dr. Harden’s office didn’t make the flashbacks any less traumatic, but it did make him feel better about not making such a mess. On the rare occasion that he did have an accident during therapy, it would only result in a small wet patch.
True to Dr. Harden’s prediction, however, Grayson’s accidents weren’t confined to her clinic. In addition to near-nighty bed wettings, Carl and Tiffany inadvertently discovered a few other triggering cues.
The first was so innocuous that it took Grayson hours afterwards to figure out what had gone wrong. Two days after Dr. Harden’s first warning, Grayson was in the car with Carl and Tiffany when Carl started scanning through radio stations.
Seemingly all of a sudden, Tiffany heard a whimper from the backseat. She turned to see Grayson pale and clutching his arms around himself, a stain already spreading across his lap.
Luckily, they were close to home, and Carl was pulling into the garage within minutes. Tiffany slid into the back seat next to Grayson, rubbing his arm and murmuring.
“Grayson. Grayson, you’re safe. It’s OK, sweetie. You’re safe here.”
Tiffany’s voice was the only sound in the quiet car, and it didn’t take long for Grayson to return from the flashback. He blushed copiously when he realized what happened.
“Ready to go inside?” Tiffany rubbed his arm encouragingly.
Grayson barely nodded as he opened the door. Tiffany kept a hand on his back as they walked inside.
“Are you OK, kid?” Carl asked cautiously when they entered the kitchen. “Do you know what happened?”
Grayson shook his head, a bit frantically. “I…I don’t know. I’m sorry…”
“That’s alright,” Tiffany reassured him. “We’ll figure it out. Just go get changed, honey, it’s OK.”
Grayson didn’t need to be told twice. In the warmth of the shower, he finally realized what had set him off.
“It was the radio,” he explained, abashed, when he got back to the kitchen.
“You don’t like listening to the radio?” Carl interpreted, confused.
“No, it was…” Grayson hesitated. He knew Carl and Tiffany both wanted to know exactly what his triggers were, but he was still reluctant to share the details of his time with the Colonel. Unsurprisingly, the pull to do what he thought his cousins wanted won out.
“When you were flipping through the radio stations,” Grayson continued softly, gazing down at the floor. “One of the stations you flipped past was that religious talk show. I recognized the guy’s voice. It’s what the Colonel would make me listen to when…” he stopped, unable to finish his description of how, as punishment, Martin would make Grayson stand for hours, listening to fire-and-brimstone preachers on the radio ranting about sin and repentance.
“Oooh, I remember that guy,” Carl laughed slightly, trying to diffuse the tension. “Yeah, he’s horrible.”
Tiffany wrapped Grayson in a hug. “We can definitely avoid that station,” she promised. “Thanks for telling us.”
The second trigger was quite a bit more obvious. While watching a movie together one night, Carl went into the kitchen to get popcorn. Through a predictable yet ridiculous series of events, he ended up dropping the bowl and stubbing his toe, which, naturally, elicited a loud string of curses.
In the living room, Tiffany cringed sympathetically, but Grayson, in the blink of an eye, was on his feet, standing ramrod straight. Breathing hard, he desperately blinked back tears while urine spread down the front of his pants.
“Hey! Oh, honey,” Tiffany paused for a moment, glancing toward the kitchen where her husband was still muttering, annoyed. But she knew Carl could take care of himself, so pulled Grayson into a hug, rubbing his back.
Grayson twitched at Tiffany’s touch, whining softly. He turned to look down at his cousin, then, after just a second, leaned down to rest his head on her shoulder. It was this tableau that greeted Carl when he walked back into the living room.
“What the…” but before he could even finish the sentence, Carl realized what had happened. Putting down the popcorn, Carl enveloped his wife and cousin in a big hug. “I’m so sorry, Grayson,” he apologized sincerely. “That was my fault.”
“It’s…it’s not…” Grayson sniffled, embarrassed. He buried his head into Tiffany’s haired and mumbled, almost unintelligibly, “You sound like him.”
Carl sighed heavily and held them tighter.
***
In Dr. Harden’s office after the incident in the living room, Grayson spoke up abruptly. “Why?”
Dr. Harden paused. Grayson virtually never spoke unless spoken to, but she wanted to encourage he active participation. “Why what, Grayson?”
Grayson exhaled sharply, annoyed not at Dr. Harden’s question, but at the fact that he was in a position to ask this question in the first place. “Why…why does it have to be…” he clenched his fists, trying to force himself to verbalize what he hated. “Why is…that…what happens? Why do I react that way?”
“That’s a great question, Grayson,” Dr. Harden began, calm as always. “First, I want you to know that it’s not as uncommon as you might think. Temporary loss of bladder control is a natural reaction to fear.”
Grayson snorted derisively. “But there’s nothing to be scared of,” he sneered, frustrated. “You and Carl and Tiffany keep telling me how safe I am.”
Dr. Harden nodded. “That’s where the trauma comes in,” she explained. “Your brain – not necessarily the rational part of your brain, but the deeper, emotional part – spent a long time learning to associate your triggers with fear and pain. It’s going to take more than just a couple of weeks to overcome those associations.”
Grayson drew his foot up onto the couch, hugging his knee.
“That’s why we’re working on identifying your wants and needs,” Dr. Harden continued after a moment, realizing that Grayson didn’t have anything to say. “You know better than we do what’s going to make you feel safe, what’s going to make you feel better.”
“I know what’s going to make me feel better!” Grayson spit out angrily. “Everyone keeps asking what I want, like you can just buy me something or let me do something and everything’s going to be fixed.” Annoyed, he blinked tears out of his eyes. “I just want…” he drew in a breath and hung his head to avoid Dr. Harden’s penetrating gaze. “I want to be good.”
Dr. Harden didn’t respond. She just waited for Grayson to continue.
“I want to be good,” Grayson repeated softly. “Tiffany and Carl are being so nice to me and so helpful, and I want to …I don’t want to be any trouble for them,” he finished in a whisper. He raised his eyes shyly, looking at Dr. Harden to see if his outburst had made her mad.
“That’s a fine goal, Grayson,” Dr. Harden said kindly. “So what will that look like? Not being any trouble?”
Grayson’s eyes flashed, irritated. “Not wetting myself all the damn time!” he snapped, then almost immediately recoiled, ashamed of his outburst.
But Dr. Harden only nodded, like she always did. She gave Grayson a moment to recover before she started talking again. “Grayson, just like you said a minute ago, there’s no single thing that can magically ‘fix’ everything. I know it might seem counterintuitive to you, but what’s going to help you stop having accidents is teaching your brain and your body that you are safe and taken care of. And in order to do that, we’re going to need you,” she put gentle emphasis on the word, “to tell us what you need when things go wrong. OK?”
Grayson shook his head stubbornly, arms still curled around his knee.
“I know it’s hard, Grayson,” Dr. Harden acknowledged. “But just think for me. When you have a flashback, is there anything that makes you feel safe…less awful?” she amended, seeing Grayson’s disgusted look at the word “safe.”
The seconds dragged on in silence, but Dr. Harden’s question had sparked something in Grayson. There was something…
“When…” Grayson’s voiced came out strained, and he cleared his throat. “When Tiffany hugs me,” he whispered, finally.
Dr. Harden’s face split into a grin. “Yeah?”
Grayson kept his eyes down. “She…my mom was really huggy,” he said. “And…and the Colonel never did. He…” Grayson’s voice cracked, and he paused. “I missed it,” he finished, shrugging.
“That’s great that you recognize that, Grayson,” Dr. Harden praised. “Do you think we can tell Tiffany that’s something that helps?”
Grayson thought for a moment. He was so uncomfortable with asking for things, but he supposed that Tiffany already gave him hugs on her own, so maybe it wasn’t something that would bother her.
“…OK,” he mumbled.
“Wonderful, Grayson,” Dr. Harden beamed, as if he’d discovered a cure for the common cold. “I’m very proud of your progress. Keep working, all right? Every time you have a flashback, I want you to be able to ask for what you need, what would help you.”
Grayson shuddered, but agreed.
***
Though Grayson’s health and security was obviously the priority, Carl and Tiffany knew they had to make arrangements for the 16-year-old to go to school. They lived a few districts away from the Colonel, so Carl made use of all his local contacts to arrange for Grayson’s transfer to the local high school.
Carl didn’t want to rush Grayson back into things, but Grayson started asking after only 2 weeks.
“I like school,” Grayson swore. “I was always good at it, and it was the best part of living with the Colonel.”
Carl raised an eyebrow. Grayson was still having flashbacks, and Carl and Tiffany didn’t want to add any stress.
“I promise,” Grayson insisted. “School…school was safe,” his voice dropped a bit as he inadvertently said the magic word. “He couldn’t hurt me at school, so there won’t be any triggers there, I’m sure.”
Carl and Tiffany eventually gave in, pleased that Grayson seemed to be taking an interest in his own decisions. So the following Monday, just two weeks after New Years, Tiffany walked Grayson into the front office of the local high school to pick up his schedule.
They were met by a frazzled but pleasant-looking secretary and a cheerful redhead.
“Welcome to Jefferson Central, Mr. Buford!” the secretary looked disproportionately delighted to be greeting a new high school student. “I’m Mrs. Hawthorne, and I’ll be able to help you with any scheduling or administrative issues. This,” she indicated the redheaded girl, “is Ruby. She has a very similar schedule to yours, so she’ll be your guide until you learn the ropes around here!”
Ruby’s smile seemed genuine as she stuck out her hand. “Nice to meet you!” she chirped as Grayson hesitantly shook her hand.
Unfazed by Grayson’s hesitance, Ruby continued. “We’re in different homeroom classes, but they’re right next door, so I can take you there. Then I’ll meet you to take you to pre-calc. We have lunch fourth period.”
Grayson glanced at Tiffany, who nodded comfortingly. “S-sounds good,” Grayson stammered. “Thank you.”
The first bell rang, signaling ten minutes until homeroom. “Come on,” Ruby reached for Grayson. “I’ll take you to your locker, then show you to your homeroom.”
Tiffany patted Grayson on the shoulder, then pulled him in for a hug. “Have fun, sweetie. Call me if you need anything.”
Grayson tried to smile reassuringly at Tiffany, showing her he’d be fine, then turned to follow Ruby down the hall.
Making his way through the crowded hallways, Grayson felt his palms sweating. He hadn’t been lying; school really had been the best part of his time with the Colonel. Still, the idea of entering a whole new high school with an entirely new cast of teenagers made him nervous for obvious reasons. He did want to get back to school, back to a feeling of normalcy, but he also really wanted to give Carl and Tiffany a break from babysitting him. They’d both taken a lot of time off since Christmas Eve, and Grayson wanted to let them get back to their lives and jobs. He hadn’t told them that, of course.
Fortunately, the part of Grayson that enjoyed school settled in fairly quickly. Most high schools were the same, anyway, so it’s not like he had to teach himself to act any differently. His glossed over backstory (he’d moved from another state) wasn’t exotic enough to invite too any intrusive questions, so he was able to assimilate into his class within days.
The second week of class, Grayson was laughing with Ruby as they walked down the hall to lunch. Though he knew his way around, he enjoyed Ruby’s company. She was telling a great story about her little brother when they turned the corner toward the cafeteria.
“Ooof!” Grayson gasped as he ran into someone coming the opposite direction.
“So sorry!” came a male voice, slightly older-sounding, and when Grayson looked up and registered the speaker, his heart stopped.
He’d run into a young-ish man in full military uniform. The soldier was still apologizing. “Are you OK? I didn’t see you there!”
Grayson was breathing hard, desperately trying to hold it together. He just managed to choke out a “Yeah” before stumbling forward.
The soldier looked concernedly after him, but Ruby followed. “Grayson? Grayson, what’s going on?”
“Hhhhh…” Grayson wheezed, slipping further into a panic. “Hide…”
Ruby grabbed him by the hand and pulled him through a door to their left, shutting it behind her.
Grayson wrapped his hands around the back of his neck, burying his head into his arms as he slid down the wall. He tried to breathe deeply, but he couldn’t stop his heart from pounding wildly. He felt urine pool beneath him.
It was a strange, disconcerting feeling. Grayson wasn’t lost in a memory this time, but he couldn’t stop freaking out. It was almost as if he’d floated out of his body and could do nothing to control his heart or his bladder. He knew that the soldier wasn’t the Colonel, but the shock of seeing a military uniform unexpectedly had been too much. He knew that the soldier wouldn’t hurt him, but he was still shaking on the floor.
As Grayson tried to calm himself by taking stock of his surroundings, he realized that Ruby was holding his hand, gently stroking his skin with her thumb. Surprised, Grayson stared down at their entwined fingers.
The combination of the sight of Ruby’s thumb moving back and forth across the back of his hand coupled with the rhythmic sensation served as an almost meditative stimulus for Grayson. After a few minutes, he felt his mind sync back up with his body.
Of course, now he was left sitting in a puddle of his own making in a high school classroom. Grayson tensed slightly, trying not to cry.
“What do you want? What would make you feel safe?” He heard Dr. Harden’s voice in his head, and he knew the answer to her oft-repeated question.
Slowly, Grayson reached into pocket and pulled out his phone.
“Grayson? Are you OK?” Tiffany’s voice was calm but urgent when she answered.
“Ca-“ Grayson’s voice caught. “Can you come get me?”
“Of course, sweetheart,” Tiffany was already gesturing to her shift supervisor, who nodded, granting silent permission for her to leave. “Are you OK? Can you tell me what happened?” She wanted to keep Grayson talking, at least until she was sure he wasn’t hurt.
Grayson bit his lip. “There was a soldier…a guy in military dress. I ran into him on the way to lunch. I…he surprised me.”
On the other end of the phone, Tiffany clenched her jaw. What was a soldier doing at the high school? She’d have to call Carl. “OK, honey, I see. It’s not your fault. Where are you now? Is anyone with you?”
“Yeah, I’m…” Grayson looked around. “I’m in the band room. Ruby’s with me.”
“Good, good,” Tiffany replied. She inhaled, preparing for the next question. “Do you need me to bring you a change of clothes?”
Grayson flushed, even though Tiffany couldn’t see him and Ruby couldn’t hear the question. “Yes, please,” he murmured.
“I’ll stop by the house,” Tiffany said gently. “I’ll be there in about 20 minutes.”
“Thank you,” Grayson whispered and hung up.
Ruby hadn’t let go of his hand. They sat like that for another few minutes before Grayson finally spoke.
“Thanks,” he said softly.
“You’re welcome,” Ruby replied. “Are you OK?”
Grayson nodded. “I…” he didn’t know how to explain. “I just…”
Ruby shook her head. “You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to,” she declared firmly but kindly.
Grayson looked up at her, bemused. Ruby met his gaze and smiled. “It’s none of my business, Gray. I just want to make sure you’re OK.”
Grayson’s face softened. He could barely register his gratitude, but he managed to mumbled another “Thanks.”
Ruby squeezed his hand one final time before letting go. She stood up and walked purposefully over to the closet, returning with a roll of paper towels.
Grayson colored deeply as Ruby walked back toward him. He reached up to grab the paper towels from her. Thankfully, Ruby didn’t protest, and Grayson set to wiping up his mess.
When Grayson didn’t move to stand and throw away the soiled towels, Ruby sat down next to him again. They stayed silent for another few minutes, and Grayson was grateful for her presence.
“Is there anything else I can do?” Ruby queried, breaking the silence. She sounded sincere, not like she was asking permission to leave, but Grayson still cringed.
“No,” he said, then amended his answer. “I don’t think so.”
Ruby listened to his soft response, but didn’t believe it. “Why don’t I go to the front office and wait for your cousin?” she suggested. “That way, she’ll know where to find you.”
Grayson nodded gratefully. “Yeah. That’s a good idea.” He caught Ruby’s eye and repeated, more earnestly this time, “Thanks, Ruby.”
Ruby stood, leveraging herself on Grayson’s shoulder. “Anytime.”
Ruby shut the door behind her, and Grayson sighed, resting his head against the cool, cinderblock wall. Alone, he started to tremble. How could he have let this happen? He was making Tiffany leave work, he was going to miss his afternoon classes, and Ruby must think he was so pathetic. No matter how kind she’d been, there’s no way she didn’t pity him or think of him as some sort of mental patient.
Grayson blinked back tears. He was such a problem. He couldn’t do anything right, couldn’t take care of himself anywhere.
Drawing in a breath, Grayson rubbed at his eyes. He knew he had to pull himself together before Ruby got back with Tiffany. The last thing he wanted after wetting himself in school and making Tiffany come get him was to make her think that he needed coddling.
Soon enough, Grayson heard the band room door open, and Tiffany followed Ruby inside, carrying a bag that she handed to Grayson.
Grayson hauled himself to his feet, forcefully keeping his voice steady as he thanked Tiffany. He looked around for a second, then decided to go change in the closet to avoid risking walking through the halls to the bathroom. He gathered the wet paper towels as his stood, dropping them in the trashcan.
Tiffany and Ruby didn’t speak while Grayson changed, wary of saying anything he could hear and misinterpret.
When Grayson emerged, he deliberately refused to hang his head. He didn’t want to give Tiffany any indication that she needed to comfort him.
The bell rang at that moment, and Ruby looking at the clock. “See you tomorrow?” she gazed at Grayson.
Grayson attempted a smile. “You bet,” he replied softly. He didn’t thank her again. He hoped she already knew.
Tiffany stood with Grayson for a few minutes until the noise in the hall died down. “All set, honey?”
Clearing his throat, Grayson nodded and followed her out the door.
In the car, Tiffany sighed. “I’m so sorry, Grayson,” she began. Grayson clenched his hand, not sure how to respond. Why was she apologizing? “I called Carl to see if he knew anything, and it turns out the Army sends young, enlisted men to area high schools for recruitment. It’s not Carl’s department, but he’s sorry he didn’t think of it to warn you.”
Grayson looked out the window. It wasn’t Carl’s fault, obviously. It was his own damn fault that he couldn’t even see a soldier without having a fucking breakdown. “It’s fine,” he insisted, somewhat dully. “Ruby was there. I was safe.”
Tiffany rubbed his shoulder affectionately. “I’m proud of you, honey. You did such a good job handling the situation and calling me.”
Grayson grimaced, which Tiffany mistook for a grin. “We’ll be home soon,” Tiffany continued. “You have an appointment with Dr. Harden this afternoon, and I know she’ll be so pleased to hear about your progress.”
Grayson didn’t respond. He knew Tiffany probably genuinely considered the events of the day “progress.” The whole idea was disgusting to Grayson. He really was nothing but a burden.
Edited January 24, 2016 by Sapphire3619
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Chapter 5! I finished this one a little late, so I did even less proofreading than usual; please forgive the more obvious typos :)
******
Over the next three months, Grayson’s flashbacks slowly decreased in number and intensity. Carl, Tiffany, and Dr. Harden all continually expressed their pleasure with his progress. Carl and Tiffany believed that Grayson was learning to move forward from his time with the Colonel and heal. Dr. Harden believed that Grayson was developing strong coping skills that were allowing him to better handle his triggers.
All of that was true, of course. Grayson was learning to shed his time with the Colonel, and he definitely put to use the strategies that Dr. Harden taught him. But it wasn’t necessarily making him feel any better, safer, or more comfortable. Sure, he realized that Carl and Tiffany would never hurt him. He knew they were good people, and that was the problem.
Because Grayson wasn’t a good person. He was a mess. He was broken. Instead of seeing each dry night as a success, he felt increasingly miserable every morning he had to take his sheets to the washing machine. Instead of seeing the greater length of time between bed wettings as a sign of improvement, he saw each streak-breaking accident as an indication that he’d never fully be able to stop.
At school, however, just like he did while living with Martin, Grayson began to feel more relaxed. The school was big enough that he could blend in, and Ruby made good of her promise never to make him share his experiences if he didn’t want to. In fact, Ruby seemed to have an uncanny ability to be completely undemanding. She never gave any indication that she wanted anything from Grayson; she was satisfied with anything he said or did, which, for the record, is very hard feeling to project.
It was this environment – Carl and Tiffany’s belief that Grayson was improving and Grayson’s maintained unease at home, but moderately higher level of comfort at school – that news of the Colonel’s trial was injected.
Captain Mediano called Carl one Tuesday morning. “It’s been scheduled,” Rob said drily, knowing that Carl would understand what he was referring to. “Because it’s child welfare, not regular assault, we got Judge Hansborough.”
Carl winced, pinching the bridge of his nose. Judge Hansborough was fair, but know for his expediency. “How soon?”
Captain Mediano hesitated. “A week from Thursday.”
“Hoooooo,” Carl breathed. They all knew that the trial was going to happen, but they’d hoped for more time to actively prepare Grayson. “And they want him to testify?”
“If at all possible,” Rob concurred. “I’m sure we have enough evidence from the kid’s statement and the pictures, but Hansborough likes to hear from the victims to help him determine sentencing.”
Nine days, Carl thought. They had nine days to train Grayson to give testimony against the Colonel, if he agreed to it.
Carl thanked Rob for giving him the heads-up. “Anytime,” Mediano replied. “I’ll e-mail you the details. The district attorney wants to know by Friday whether or not Grayson is willing to take the stand.”
Immediately after hanging up, Carl texted Tiffany, who called him back on her break.
“Nine days??” she exclaimed. “That’s…Carl, how can we ask him to do that?”
“It has to be his choice, Tiff,” Carl insisted. “We have to tell him.”
“Do we know what they’d ask him? Will he be cross-examined?” Tiffany’s voice was tight with concern.
“I don’t know,” Carl answered honestly. “I’ll call the DA’s office later today and see what I can find out.”
Tiffany pursed her lips, but knew that she couldn’t shield Grayson entirely. “OK,” she replied after a pause. “We’ll talk when we get home. Love you.”
“Love you, too,” Carl echoed. He knew that Tiffany wasn’t any happier with the suddenness that he was, but they couldn’t do a whole lot to change the trial date, now.
At the dinner table that night, Grayson instantly picked up on the tension emanating from his cousins. His stomach clenched, but he didn’t dare ask what was wrong. Fortunately, he didn’t have to wallow in anxiety for very long.
“Grayson,” Carl broke the uncomfortable silence. “You know how Martin was charged with child abuse for what he did to you?”
Grayson thought he knew where this was going, and felt himself relax slightly. The Colonel’s trial was by far not the worst possibility he’d frantically considered. Unwilling to risk guessing wrong, though, Grayson just nodded.
“Well, they’ve schedule the trial,” Carl continued hesitantly, “and…it’s next Thursday.”
Grayson was already preparing himself to agree to whatever they asked of him, but Tiffany interjected, sounding a bit frantic. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to!” she insisted. “Your safety comes first, so if you don’t want to testify in court, you don’t have to!”
Grayson tried to smile reassuringly at Tiffany before turning to Carl; Carl would be honest with him. “Would it help the case against the Colonel if I did?”
Carl eyed Grayson appraisingly. He didn’t want to influence the kid one way or the other, but he deserved to know the facts. “Captain Mediano and the DA are sure there’s enough for conviction, even without your testimony. The judge will most likely use anything you say to help make a decision on how to sentence Martin.”
But Grayson had already made up his mind. They wouldn’t have asked him in the first place if they didn’t think it would help. “I can do it,” he said evenly.
“You don’t have to make a decision now,” Tiffany assured him, worried.
Grayson shook his head. “No, I want to do it.” He’d become particularly adept at saying what he thought the adults wanted. “I know he can’t hurt me, and I want…I want to show that what he wants doesn’t matter anymore.” Grayson mumbled out the last few words, caught off guard by how honest his answer had become.
Carl clapped Grayson on the shoulder, and Tiffany squeezed his other hand. “We’ll make an appointment with the DA so you can practice what you’re going to say,” Carl promised. They both looked pleased, and Grayson breathed a little easier.
***
“Spill,” Ruby said through a mouthful of taco at lunch the next day.
“Hmm?” Grayson had been trying to pay attention, but between her muffled voice and the singular word, Ruby’s request was unintelligible to him.
“I mean,” Ruby swallowed, amending her demand. “You know you don’t have to tell me anything. But you’ve had something on your mind all day, and it looks like it’s really bugging you.”
Grayson gazed at his friend contemplatively. Roby almost never called him out; she’d just change the subject, or pull up a cute video on her phone, or give him a cookie that her mom had magically baked the night before. But this time, he kind of did want her input.
Smirking slightly at Ruby’s extrasensory ability to be exactly the kind of support he needed, Grayson put down the water bottle he’d been fiddling with.
“You know I live with my cousins,” he began. Ruby bobbed her head in acknowledgement. Grayson took a deep breath, wanting to get the next part out all at once. “My mom died last year. I moved in with her parents, but her dad – my grandfather – would beat me. A lot. Carl and Tiffany rescued me, pretty much. So they’re good, but now, a week from tomorrow is the actual trial for my grandfather and I’m going to testify and it’s the first time I’m going to see him since Carl took me away and I just don’t know how I’m going to react.”
Grayson inhaled deeply, replenishing the breath he’d expending babbling out the bare bones of his story. He tilted his chin down, but raised his eyes shyly to see Ruby’s reaction.
Ruby was staring back at him, sympathetic, but not pitying. Wordlessly, she stood up, walked around to Grayson’s side of the table, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Grayson’s eyes misted slightly as he gratefully leaned into her embrace.
Not wanting to draw too much attention from the rest of the cafeteria crowd, Ruby gave Grayson a gentle squeeze and sat down next to him. “I’m sorry,” she said simply. “I hate that you went through all that, and I think you’re amazing for surviving it as well as you have. And I will do absolutely anything I can to help you handle this trial.”
And Grayson believed her.
***
And so it was that the following Thursday, Grayson was sworn in at the local courthouse, while Carl and Tiffany sat nervously in the gallery, and the DA smiled at him kindly.
“Grayson, thank you for agreeing to speak to us today,” the DA praised, as if this was nothing more than a simple chat.
Across the room, Martin glared at Grayson from behind the public defender’s table. Regina had bailed him out hours after his arrest, so he wore his military uniform instead of prison garb.
“You already gave a statement about the first time Mr. Buford attacked you,” the DA went on. “Can you please give the court an idea of what would happen after that day?”
Grayson answered promptly, his response well-honed by hours of conversations with the attorney, his cousins, and Dr. Harden. “The Colonel – Mr. Buford – started hitting me more and more. When I forgot to call him ‘sir,’ he shoved soap in my mouth. When I didn’t finish my dinner one night, he strapped me to the chair until ate a double portion. He would punch me or smack me or kick me when I broke the rules or did something wrong, but he wouldn’t tell me what the rules were in the first place. I just had to figure them out on my own.”
“And how often would these attacks occur?” the DA continued, keeping his tone professional.
“Most days,” Grayson responded. “Every once in awhile, after the first few months, I could go two or three days without making him mad, but sometimes it was multiple times a day.”
“I see.” There was no jury, so the DA didn’t need to make any dramatic pauses in his questioning. “And Grayson, can you describe what this pattern of abuse did to you?”
Grayson clenched his fists against his thighs. During practice, the DA had described how Judge Hansborough looked more at the effects of a crime than the crime itself, so it was important to talk about how he was affected. Still, he didn’t like the idea. He didn’t want Carl and Tiffany to think he wasn’t doing OK, and he really didn’t want to effective tell the Colonel how damaged he was.
…but it’s what the DA had said was needed. So Grayson sat up straight. He gripped his pocket, where his phone held an earlier text from Ruby. “Good luck today! I know you can do it.”
“I never knew what was going to get me in trouble,” Grayson began. “It was exhausting. Like a bomb could go off at any time. I started having nightmares. I lost weight. I…” Grayson paused before the last part of his rehearsed answer. “I was always scared. I worried about everything I did. I think…I thought I deserved it. That I really was that bad of a person.”
Grayson heard Judge Hansborough “Hmmm” thoughtfully from the bench.
The DA put his hand on the witness stand. “Thank you, Grayson, that’ll b-“
“You did deserve it, you useless little weakling!” The Colonel’s voice rang through the quiet courtroom, making Grayson flinch violently. “You fucking pansy, I clearly didn’t work you hard enough if you can sit up there and piss and moan about how goddamn scared you were, you-“
The Colonel kept ranting as the other adults in the room burst into action. Judge Hansborough banged his gavel and demanded order as the poor public defender frantically tried to get his client to sit down. Carl and Tiffany were both risen from their seats, looking worriedly at Grayson.
Judge Hansborough gazed sternly at the still-muttering Colonel. “Defense, do you have any further questions for the witness?”
“No, Your Honor,” the defender panted, wiping his brow in agitation. Even if the Colonel hadn’t basically just proven his own guilt, his defense was never predicated on discrediting Grayson.
The judge turned toward Grayson, who was sitting stiffly in the witness stand. “You’re dismissed, son.”
Grayson nodded and mumbled a thank you. He could barely feel his legs as he walked back down the aisle. Tiffany grabbed his arm as soon as he walked through the barrier and hastily escorted him from the courtroom.
Out in the hall, Tiffany hugged Grayson protectively. “I’m so proud of you, honey. So proud. You did so great, and you’re done now. You’ll never have to see him again.”
Trembling slightly, Grayson allowed himself to be held for a moment. “Can we go home now?”
Tiffany released her hug and rubbed Grayson’s arm. “We don’t have to go back in the courtroom, but Carl still has to testify. We’ll wait for him, then go home before your appointment with Dr. Harden this afternoon.”
Grayson opened and shut his mouth, then hung his head. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I need to change.”
Looking down for the first time, Tiffany noticed a small wet patch on Grayson’s inner thigh. Her shoulders drooped in sympathy. “Of course, sweetheart. It’s not your fault. I’ll text Carl to let him know we’ll come back for him later.”
***
In Dr. Harden’s office, Grayson curled up tightly on the couch. Carl and Tiffany had been effusive in their praise of his performance in the courtroom, but he didn’t share their enthusiasm.
“So you don’t think you did well?” Dr. Harden pressed after hearing Grayson’s blunted description of the events of the morning.
Grayson shrugged. “I said everything I was supposed to say. I think the judge will deliver his verdict tomorrow or something.”
Dr. Harden gazed impassively, the non-verbal equivalent of saying “…but?”
Annoyance bubbled up in Grayson’s chest, and he blinked back frustrated tears. “I still let him scare me,” he growled, his voice husky. “I still…I still peed myself.”
“Not to put too fine a point on things, Grayson,” Dr. Harden had adopted her explanatory voice, the one she used when describing clinical terms. “but you were presented with a direct replication – that is, the strongest trigger possible – and you stayed cognizant. You didn’t have a flashback, you didn’t break down. That demonstrates huge strides in your rehabilitation.” She stated this last part earnestly, willing Grayson to accept her interpretation.
“But…” Grayson started, then stopped. He thought about what Dr. Harden said. He’d sat right in front of the Colonel screaming at him, and he hadn’t completely freaked out. He’d managed to sit still, then leave the courtroom calmly.
Dr. Harden smiled, seeing Grayson consider her words.
“I guess,” Grayson conceded softly. If he could come far enough in 3 months to be able to face the Colonel without completely wetting himself and collapsing into sobs, then maybe he really could get better. He could stop being so difficult for Carl and Tiffany. He could be a normal teenager. He could be good and helpful and fixed. He could.
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Final chapter! Thank you all so, so much for reading and commenting. I really appreciate it, and I hope you like the ending!
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As the school year drew to a close, Grayson cautiously began to breathe a little easier. He had done well in his classes, and, with Ruby’s help, he’d gotten a job as a lifeguard at the local country club. The Colonel’s trial was over, and Grayson hadn’t wet the bed in almost a month. He was starting to feel like he really could be the person he so desperately wanted to be for Carl and Tiffany.
“Grayson!” Ruby’s cheerful laugh broke through Grayson’s reverie during the last period of the day one early June afternoon. Finals were over, and it was one of those school days where most teachers did little but show movies or let students play games. In chemistry, Mrs. Cason had set up a marginally success game of team Trivial Pursuit.
“Look alive, Gray,” Ruby demanded good-naturedly. “This is for a pie! Who is the only person to win 2 Heisman trophies?”
“Mmmm…” Grayson hummed. “The OSU guy…Griffith…Griffin!”
“Which is it?!” Ruby shrieked, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
“Archie Griffin!” Grayson shouted back, gleefully caught up in the near-summer excitement of the classroom. He gulped down the last of his water bottle, thirsty in the muggy heat.
The final bell rang and Grayson’s classmates cheered, for the correct answer or getting one day closer to summer break. It didn’t matter. The feeling of inevitable euphoria was contagious, and Grayson couldn’t help but beam as he and Ruby made their way to their lockers.
Snatching his backpack and sunglasses from his locker, Grayson noticed an urgent signal from his bladder. Not surprising – he’d downed quite a bit of water throughout the day, including two full bottles during chemistry. Before he could turn to the restroom, his phoned buzzed in his pocket.
“Parked outside!” the text from Tiffany read. Tiffany always offered to pick Grayson up on days she worked night shift.
Grayson huffed. They didn’t live too far away; he was sure he’d just wait a little longer. He didn’t want to keep Tiffany waiting; that would be rude. He said a quick goodbye to Ruby and strolled down the hall, trying not to look like he was rushing too much.
“Hey, kid!” Tiffany grinned as Grayson slid into the car. “Did you get your history exams back?”
“Yeah, 94,” Grayson answered modestly. “So I got an A for the semester.”
“That’s great, honey!” Tiffany cheered, her voice high with joy. “Wait until Carl hears. History was always his favorite subject.”
Grayson dipped his chin, blushing at the compliment. Then his bladder jerked, and his blush morphed from pride to fear. He’d been careless in how much he drank, and his bladder was filling much faster than usual.
“Oh, hey,” Tiffany segued, oblivious to Grayson’s predicament. “I have to return this shirt. Mind if we stop by the mall? It shouldn’t take long.”
“Sure,” Grayson responded without even thinking. It just wasn’t in him to disagree, despite his growing need.
Tiffany pulled into a spot near the mall entrance. “I should only be a few minutes. Do you just want to wait here?”
“Sure,” Grayson said again. At this point, sitting was better for his situation. He momentarily considered going in and using the bathroom, but he wasn’t sure enough of the layout of the mall to know where he would have to go, and he didn’t want to make Tiffany wait.
As soon as Tiffany headed inside, leaving the windows open for a pleasant cross-breeze, Grayson squirmed in his seat, temporarily giving in to his childish desire to hold himself. Without his cousin there to see, he could indulge in his nervous desperation, wriggling, whining, and mentally cursing himself for being so reckless.
The holding helped, and after a few moments, Grayson was able to calm down. As the minutes dragged on, however, and Tiffany still didn’t return, Grayson started to sweat.
His phone buzzed after about 15 minutes, and he jumped, leaking a tiny bit in the process. He moaned miserably as he read Tiffany’s text.
“Crazy long line! Sorry for the wait. I’ll be out soon.”
Grayson tried to keep from panicking. What did “soon” even mean? They were still 15 minute from home, and he didn’t want Tiffany to see how frantic he was. If she’d given him a time limit, he might have risked running inside to use the restroom, but “soon” was far too vague. So he just waited.
After another 10 minutes, Tiffany finally returned. By that time, Grayson had removed his hands from his lap, but had his thighs pressed tightly together. He had to make it; he couldn’t wet himself in the car, and he definitely couldn’t wet himself for no reason.
“So sorry, sweetie!” Tiffany apologized breathlessly. “Apparently, everyone in town had something to do at customer service. Thanks for being so patient.”
“N-no big deal,” Grayson stammered slightly, then cringed, but Tiffany was too busy backing out of the parking space to notice.
Before Tiffany could return her attention to her young cousin, the Bluetooth rang. “Hey, baby!” Tiffany called when she answered.
“Hey, Tiff,” It was Carl. “I finished up early, so I’ll be home soon.”
“Oh, great!” Tiffany replied. “I stopped at the mall to return that one shirt, so we’re actually not home yet.”
“I’m just leaving now, so you’ll still probably beat me there,” Carl said. “Maybe we can all go out to dinner!”
“Great plan, babe,” Tiffany beamed. “Drive safe. Love you!”
In the passenger seat, Grayson was starting to shake. If Carl got home at the same time as they did, he’d have to get past both of them to get to the bathroom. He’d already leaked some more, and he was terrified that his cousins would see, and then he’d have to explain, and then they’d know how stupid he was, because what kind of teenager couldn’t make it to the bathroom?
“…for dinner?” Grayson just barely caught the end of Tiffany’s question.
“Uhh…I’m up for anything,” Grayson took a shot, praying his answer reasonably fit the question.
Tiffany chortled. “Well, I think I’ll try to talk Carl into trying that new Indian place over on 8th. Sound good?”
Grayson murmured his assent, his mind swimming with the effort of holding back the contents of his bladder without divulging his dire state.
By the time Tiffany pulled into the driveway, Grayson could feel beads of sweat dripping steadliy down his back. It took all his focus not to leap out of the car before they had pulled to a complete stop. As luck would have it, Carl wasn’t home yet, and Tiffany’s phone rang again, so Grayson was able to stumble out of the car and into the house without drawing any undue attention.
The sound of Tiffany’s voice, talking on the phone, faded quickly as Grayson dashed up the stairs, now openly holding himself. It was a terrible combination of timing, nerves, and the rapid journey of those last two bottles of water to his bladder, and Grayson was past his limit. The fabric under the tense grip of his hand was wet to the touch, and he was losing more every second.
Grayson’s whines became audible as he kicked the bathroom door shut behind him. He couldn’t stop writhing his hips as he stumbled to the toilet, his hands scrabbling at his fly.
“No…no…” Grayson’s cries grew more frenzied as his fingers slipped on the damp zipper pull. More urine spilled down his clenched thighs.
Trembling all over, Grayson yanked again at his unresponsive zipper, but it wouldn’t budge.
Grayson moaned unintelligibly, feeling himself lose control. Spurts merged into once, long, continuous leak, and the wet patch on his pants expanded down both legs. “Noooooo,” he wailed, collapsing onto the floor, his legs unable to support him any longer.
Hot, awful liquid poured through his pants, pooling on the bathroom tile. He was having an accident. He was fully conscious, and he was peeing himself like a child, like a stupid, useless…
“Grayson!” Carl called frantically, pounding on the door, alerted by Grayson’s cries. “Grayson! Are you OK?!”
Grayson started to hyperventilate as he finally finished peeing. They’d know. They’d see him. He’d wet himself for no reason, and they’d see.
“Honey?” Tiffany’s voice joined Carl’s. “Honey, we’re coming in!”
The door opened, and Carl and Tiffany spilled through. “It’s OK, sweetie, you’re safe!” Tiffany exclaimed upon seeing the soaked, weeping teen crumpled on the floor.
She reached out for Grayson, but he jerked away convulsively, curling up against the bathtub. He could do nothing but sob uncontrollably, his breaths heaving and ragged. What had he been thinking, that he was doing well and could be good? Stupid, stupid!
“Grayson, you’re safe,” Carl echoed Tiffany. “It’s OK, kid, just breathe.”
“Sweetie, do you know where you are? Can you tell us what happened?” Tiffany asked, kneeling just out of reach, careful to avoid the puddle on the floor.
Grayson only wept harder. They thought he’d had a flashback. Of course they did. They were so kind and generous and it would never occur to them that he was just dumb enough to piss himself right in front of the toilet.
“It’s OK, honey, it’s OK,” Tiffany was still saying, her voice soft and soothing. She and Carl shared an anxious look. Grayson had been doing so well; he hadn’t had a flashback in weeks, and he’d really never had this violent of a reaction. Instead of just looking scared, he looked downright destroyed.
Grayson’s mind cleared just enough to decide that his cousins weren’t going to leave him until they thought he had calmed down. He had to get himself under control so they’d stop worrying. But then he’d have to…
His eyes filled again at the thought of telling Carl and Tiffany just how badly he’d fucked up. One thing at a time…
With great effort, Grayson stopped crying. His wet, sticky pants were cold on his legs, and the pale yellow puddle on the floor seemed to stare mockingly at him, evidence of how gross and worthless he was. When he was sure he could speak without breaking down, he drew in a somewhat shaky breath.
“Just breathe, honey,” Tiffany encouraged gently. “Can you tell us what happened?”
“I…” Grayson mumbled. “Can I take a shower?”
“Of course, kid,” Carl responded promptly. “You go get clean clothes. Tiff and I will clean up in here.”
“No!” Grayson exclaimed, a bit too vehemently. Carl and Tiffany stared at him, concerned. “I…I’d rather do it myself. Please.”
Tiffany sighed softly, but Carl nodded. “If that’s what you want.”
***
Grayson tried not to spend too long in the shower. Of course, he didn’t want to have to tell Carl and Tiffany what he’d really done, but he couldn’t lie to them. They deserved better, and they deserved to know.
Clad in clean shorts and a t-shirt, Grayson gingerly pulled the soiled clothes from the floor. He stomach clenched at the scent of urine, and he gagged slightly, more from disgust with himself than disgust with the physical sensation.
He dropped the clothes down the laundry chute, determined to wash them on his own. He just didn’t have the energy at the moment.
Back in his room, Grayson slumped on his bed, trying to prepare his confession. Strong afternoon light streamed through his windows, incongruous against his consuming feeling of despair.
“Grayson?” Tiffany knocked gently on Grayson’s doorway, peeking through the open door. “How are you doing, honey?”
Grayson’s lower lip started to tremble. He wasn’t ready for this, but would he ever really be ready?
Tiffany and Carl hesitantly entered the room. “We want to make sure you’re OK, Grayson,” Carl assured him. “You haven’t had an episode that bad in a long time. What can we do to help? Do we need to make an emergency appointment with Dr. Harden?”
“No,” Grayson couldn’t make his voice any louder than a whisper. They were so worried about him, when all he did was make a mess and ruin their plans for going out to dinner.
“It might be a good idea, sweetie,” Tiffany suggested. “Especially if you’re not sure what triggered-“
“No!” Grayson repeated, far more forcefully. Carl and Tiffany both recoiled at Grayson’s outburst. Everything about the events so far was so atypical for him.
Grayson sighed, still not meeting his cousins’ eyes. “I’m sorry,” he murmured.
“It’s OK, honey, you don’t have to see Dr. Harden if you don’t want to,” Tiffany assured him kindly. “It’s up to you.”
“No,” Grayson repeated, trying not to let himself get too frustrated with Tiffany’s ignorance. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry for…for wetting on the floor…”
“Oh, Grayson,” Tiffany’s heart ached with sympathy for the poor kid. “You know you don’t-“
“I do!” Grayson couldn’t stop himself from interrupting. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” His eyes filled with tears again, and his voice started to crack.
“You always say it’s not my fault, that it’s OK because I can’t help it, but this was,” His voice squeaked with emphasis. “It was my fault, I was so stupid, it was all my fault and I should have done better but I didn’t. It wasn’t a flashback, it wasn’t the Colonel, I just had to pee and I didn’t go at school and then Tiffany got stuck at the mall and then I couldn’t get my zipper down and I couldn’t make it and I should have and it was my fault, it was!”
Carl and Tiffany both stood, breathless at the teen’s pained rant. “Grayson…” Carl began, but Grayson interrupted again.
“You’ve been so nice to me,” Grayson muttered. “And you’ve put up with a lot and I know it’s because you feel bad for what the Colonel did, so you’ve taken care of me and cleaned up after me and taken me to counseling.” He unconsciously picked at a loose string on his shirt, trying to keep his voice from shaking. “And I tried really hard to get better and stop being so much trouble, and it was helping, all the counseling and stuff, but it’s…it’s not enough.”
Grayson slumped forward, miserable with the weight of the truth.
Tiffany cautiously took a step forward. “What do you mean, it’s not enough?”
Tears started falling freely from Grayson’s eyes. “It’s me,” he sobbed. He felt like he could melt into the floor. “You tried so hard to make me better and I wasn’t good enough. I’m not good enough.”
“Oh, Grayson!” Tiffany dropped on the bed and took Grayson in her arms, hugging him more tightly than she’d ever hugged him before.
Too tired to resist, and, honestly, calmed by Tiffany’s touch, Grayson didn’t draw away. “I’m not,” he repeated, his voice muffled. “I’m weak and useless and stupid and I can’t even use the toilet like a real person and all I do is make messes and cause trouble.”
“Grayson, that’s not true at all,” Carl declared firmly. “None of that is true.”
“It is!’ Grayson insisted through his tears. “It is true! All I’ve done since you saved me is wet the bed and pee myself and you have to come get me from school and take me to the doctor and don’t say it’s because of the Colonel because today had nothing to do with him and I still messed up! It’s my fault!”
Carl sat on Grayson’s other side, and Tiffany started to stroke Grayson’s hair. “Sweetie, it was just an accident,” she insisted.
Grayson inhaled, as if he was preparing to argue, but Carl spoke first. “Kid, everyone makes mistakes. When we would say ‘it’s not your fault,’ we didn’t mean that we’d be mad if it was something that you did. We just wanted to make sure you understood why it was happening.”
Tiffany picked up, not wanting to give Grayson a chance to argue. “Honey, no one expects you to be perfect. Like Carl said, everyone makes mistakes sometimes. It happens. Messes are made, people are late, things get broken. We’re not mad at you, we promise.”
“But…” Grayson stammered, his voice still thick with tears. “But I should have known better. I should have said something.”
“And you will next time,” Carl promised. “It’s fine.”
Still in Tiffany’s embrace, Grayson finally looked up into his cousins’ earnest, comforting faces. Exhausted from both his accident and the collective effort of trying so hard to be good for the past few months, he finally voiced his greatest fear.
“What if…” his voice cracked. “What if I never get better?” He looked from Carl to Tiffany and back. “What if I always have flashbacks or wet the bed or screw up?”
Tiffany placed a hand on Grayson’s cheek, staring straight into his eyes. “Then that’s what happens, sweetheart. It doesn’t matter to us. Grayson?” she looked at him bracingly. “We love you. So, so much. No matter what.”
“You promise?” the childish plea slipped out before Grayson could stop it.
Tiffany wrapped her arms around Grayson’s shoulders, and Carl wrapped his arms around both of them. “We promise, kid,” Carl vowed, speaking for both of them. “Of course we do.”
***
And so it was that two months later, Grayson stood with Carl and Tiffany in Judge Hansborough’s courtroom as they signed the papers formalizing his adoption. Ruby stood in the back of the courtroom, looking utterly delighted for her friend.
“Young man,” the judge asked solemnly. “Carl and Tiffany Buford have petitioned for legal parenthood. At age 16, you have a say in this. Mr. and Mrs. Buford have stated their desire to be their parents. Mr. Buford,” he addressed Grayson, who had his mother’s name, “is this what you want?”
Grayson beamed at his cousins, then turned back to the judge. “Yes, sir. That’s what I want.” |
My story posted last week, about a desperate student disrupted by bad weather, included reference to a previous near-miss. Here's the story of how that happened...please let me know what you like/dislike for future stories! I like to write realistic scenarios that I can imagine happening to an average girl in real life with a bit of (bad) luck.
Emily had been working in a city-centre pub in Edinburgh for the last year or so. She was a student now in the second year of her course and although she received a reasonable amount of money from the student support, and a little from her parents, she worked a few evenings per week to make life a little more comfortable with a bit more spending money.
She didn't normally work Thursdays, but it was the week before Christmas and the manager of the pub, Aaron, had offered her some extra hours. As her exams were now over, and she'd be glad of the extra money, she agreed.
And so it was that Emily found herself behind the bar on a busy Thursday night. She was a good-looking 18 year old, with long brown hair and blue eyes, cute freckles and a reasonably well in shape body. She'd left home in plenty of time, dressing in a white blouse and a tight black skirt with black tights. A white bra covered her 32C breasts, and she had put on turquoise lacey knickers under the skirt. She usually wore trousers and therefore had to wear a thong to avoid VPL, but as she had a skirt on she felt she could wear something a bit prettier! Arriving in town, she stopped at a coffee shop - the evening shift would cause her to need caffeine! After popping in to Boots for a couple of things, she headed towards the small pub where she worked. Many office workers were having pre-Christmas drinks, so the bar was busy even when she arrived at 4pm.
Emily was working with another student, Sarah that evening. Sarah was Irish, with deep blue eyes and blonde hair, and a combination of cleavage and sweet smile which meant she often received a large amount of tips! The two girls were working with Aaron, the manager, and all three were kept busy. The bar was extremely warm and Emily kept taking large gulps from a glass of cold water she kept behind the counter - especially with all the running about she was having to do. A couple of hours into her shift, she started to need a wee, but there was no prospect of a break now - it was far too busy! She continued for a little while and found herself becoming increasingly desperate, but Aaron had previously said that she could have her break at 9.30 when, he hoped, it would be quieter. Emily was trying to figure out how she could pop to the loo when Aaron broke off from a conversation with an indignant middle-aged lady and came to her. "Apparently there's no paper in the ladies, would you mind going and putting a new roll out?" he said, handing her the keys. Emily laughed to herself and said she'd go and sort it.
Heading downstairs into the basement she fetched a few rolls from the cleaning cupboard and re-filled the dispensers. Now needing a wee pretty badly, she locked herself in a cubicle, pulled up her tight black skirt and her tights and knickers down. She sat and appreciated the ability to rest her weary feet as she let a strong hissing pee stream loose, and tried to make sure she was completely empty before wiping and flushing.
Returning to the bar she reported to Aaron that all was in good order in the ladies, and having taken another drink of water she continued serving. At one point, the jeers of some drole office workers caught her attention, and she could see that Sarah was reaching up to fetch a bottle from the top shelf to the point that the bottom of her white knickers was visible to the men behind a bar. It wasn't usual for Sarah to look so flustered as she did when tugging her skirt back down, but Emily didn't have her down as the kind of girl to wear such plain underwear! Her mind wandered to her own skirt and she felt herself self-consciously tugging it down at any opportunity, lest she become the object of the drunk bankers ogling.
By 9pm it had quietened down, with many people having gone on to other pubs or clubs or headed home early, and Sarah was the first to go off for her break, leaving Emily and Aaron to run the bar. It wasn't too hectic, although it was very warm inside, so they opened a couple of windows a crack to let a breeze through. Emily took another drink from her water and set to work loading the dishwasher with glasses. She had served a few more customers and in-between had managed to clean the bar area and get all the glasses collected, whilst Aaron re-stocked the spirits.
At about 9.30 Sarah returned from her break and it was time for Emily to have hers. She was feeling quite tired to poured herself a Diet Coke and went downstairs to the staff room with a packet of crisps. She took her shoes off and relaxed on the sofa in the small room which, being air-conditioned, was a pleasant change to the main bar upstairs. At about 9.45 the phone rang, from upstairs - could she come back quickly, it had suddenly got busy? Emily finished the rest of her coke and slipped her shoes back on before she hurried upstairs and found the bar had become packed out once more with people coming out of the theatre. This was annoying, as this time of day on a weeknight was usually getting quite quiet and meant they could get ahead on the cleaning and re-stocking. It was also uncomfortably warm, thought Emily, as she took another drink of ice cold water to make up for all the rushing around she was doing.
11pm came, last orders. The last drinks were served and Emily, Sarah and Aaron started tidying up and washing up for the night. "Is it usually like this on a Thursday?" asked Emily. "Nah, not really" replied Sarah "It's usually a piece of cake, but will you just look at the tips we've got" she said pointing to a glass filled right to the brim. Emily was thankful for Sarah's cleavage as she remembered how tips were shared between the staff equally - not, as had once been suggested, proportionally according to bra size!
Aaron locked the doors a little after 11.15 and the last few glasses were washed up. All three staff were tired and, on his suggestion, they retreated downstairs to the staffroom to share out the tips and enjoy a cold beer each. Sarah related tales of a guy she had started seeing recently whilst Aaron separated the cash equally between the three.
Although it was now approaching midnight, all three were so tired there was little incentive to move in a hurry. In fact, it was Sarah who made the first move to leave - "Right, must be off, last bus is in 10 minutes and I don't want to miss it again?". "What're you on about?" replied Emily "you could get the nightbus?". "Ha!" replied Sarah "you forget it's a Thursday - there are no nightbuses". Emily suddenly realised she'd reckoned without the timetable being less comprehensive on a Thursday than her usual Friday, and checking her phone she realised that her last bus home was scheduled to leave the bus stop in under 5 minutes. "Shit!" she cursed - unusual for her - and finishing the last of her beer she said her hurried goodbyes to Sarah and Aaron and left the staff exit.
It was extremely cold outside, as December in Scotland is wont to be, and the cars parked in the alleyway had frosted-over windscreens. Emily shivered and pulled her coat closer as she realised she needed a wee. She would usually have gone before leaving anywhere - especially somewhere that she'd drunk a beer, a diet coke and copious amounts of water since last going - but the urgency of catching the last bus was more important. Still, it wouldn't be long, she thought - it's late at night, only perhaps 20 minutes and she'd be home.
Walking quickly served three purposes - making her bladder feel more comfortable, making her feel warmer and getting her to the bus stop in time. Fortunately, she needn't have worried about the latter at least, as when she arrived at the bus stop there was still 5 minutes to go until the bus arrived, according to the indicator board. "Damn!" she said to nobody in particular "I had time to do a wee before I left!". As Emily stood in the cold street she found herself bending her knees slightly, then crossing her legs, before raising her left leg up slightly. Her need for relief had intensified since she had left the pub - probably because of the cold.
The maroon-coloured double-decker approached, so it wouldn't be too long until they were home. Emily dropped her money into the machine and took her ticket, selecting a seat upstairs near the front. The bus pulled away from the stop and lumbered through the city centre one-way systems and traffic lights, picking up a few people here and there. Emily realised that she was fidgeting quite considerably and wondered what it must look like, so she resolved to sit normally and not fidget. This lasted all of 10 seconds, as she felt increased pressure on her bladder, so she compromised by crossing her legs tightly and hoped that this would relieve the pressure.
The bus left the city centre on one of the main roads and Emily was pleased to see that progress was rapid. She looked at her phone and worked out that, given where they were, they should be at her bus stop in about 15 minutes, which meant she'd be home in 20. Twenty minutes, and she'd be able to have a wee.
Conscious of a lack of movement, Emily looked up and saw a traffic queue ahead of the stationary bus, caused by some temporary traffic lights. Men in high-vis jackets were working with pneumatic drills and buckets of tar to replace the road surface, so the temporary lights had been set up. Damn! They sat for quite some time as traffic from the other direction, and the side turning, took their turns to go across the half of the road which remained open. Finally the lights turned green and the traffic moved forward slowly forwards, the bus pulling out slightly to the other side of the road. Damn! The lights had gone red just as they reached them, but fortunately the driver seemed keen to get on his way and he quickly sped through the roadworks and on to the open road on the other side.
It was quite rare for bus drivers to make good progress, noted Emily, as they would usually dawdle like nobody's business. Her bladder was causing her great pain now, and she was thankful she'd chosen a skirt rather than a pair of trousers with a tight belt. She was really pretty desperate and crossing her legs was only going so far. She looked around - there were a couple of people upstairs, but they were quite a way back, so Emily surreptitiously edged her short tight skirt up slightly, above her crotch, so that she could directly hold herself. Looking down, she could see her black tights and underneath them the outline of her turquoise lacey knickers. Buttoning her coat up, she could reach inside and hold her crotch without anybody being any the wiser.
She was just praising her unknown foresight when the bus pulled up opposite the garage and the engine turned off. "Y'alright Bill?" she could hear the driver saying downstairs, and looking out the window she could see another driver getting on board. Shit! Drivers sometimes changed over at this point, and looking at her watch it was pretty much the time she should have reached her stop by now, but this was at least 10 minutes away. "Ah havny seen you in weeks eh!" replied Bill loudly, "Ah'v goat a right easy one the night eh, take this up the top an' back tae the depot via the bypass, then hame tae me supper"*. The two men chatted for a couple of minutes whilst Emily's bladder screamed at her, making its presence felt. "See yer later Bill, have a gid night pal" she heard, and she could see the original driver ease himself off the bus and waddle towards the depot. The replacement driver started up the engine (for a heart stopping moment, the first attempt failed, but Emily practically lept for joy when it fired up on the second try) and sped away from the depot.
The main road was pretty empty at this time of night, and there were only half a dozen people left on the bus. Three of them alighted at a stop in the next suburb, and the bus left the edge of the city bound only for the final residential area where Emily lived. She was fortunate to have been able to secure a 3-bedroom semi-detatched house with two of her friends, in an area where students often didn't live. There wasn't a direct bus to the university, but it was about a half an hour walk away, and Emily could drive if it was raining. Her flatmates were both away at the moment, having left to go back down to their respective family homes over Christmas. Emily had the run of the place for the next few days until she went back over to nearby Fife for Christmas with her own family.
After a lively ride on the last bit of fast road - Emily appreciated how many potholes you never really felt unless you had an uncomfortably full bladder - they pulled into the area where she lived. Not long now, only three more stops. The bus turned off the main road and threaded its way through the residential streets, dropping somebody off opposite the main shops, now closed up for the night.
Her stop was next. Emily realised that whilst she was moving, she couldn't hold on to her crotch as she had been doing so far. She took a deep breath in and stood up to pull the cord to ring the bell. The bus pulled up smoothly to her stop and she gingerly eased herself downstairs and out the back door, thanking the driver in a shaky voice as she did so. She stood on the pavement as the bus roared off into the night, and realised that she was only a few minutes from home, but time was of the essence. She started walking with very awkward gait - trying, as she was, to cause maximum pressure on her crotch.
Her bladder felt like a hot stone in her stomach. Her home was not far away at all but the effort was going to be substantial. Suddenly, she felt her bladder spasm and contract slightly, allowing a very small dribble of pee to leak from her tight sphincter and dampen her knickers. Emily realised that time was very low and she could only run and hope for the best.
Realising that nobody was around, at a quarter to one on a Friday morning in a quiet residential street, Emily grabbed her crotch with one hand and ran like no tomorrow down the road. She had been quite athletic in her early teenage years, although nobody had ever timed her running in a tight skirt and slip-on shoes. She managed to reach the front door of her house without further leakage, but as she fumbled desperately for the key she could feel a tightening in her bladder and she froze. She could hear a hissing noise for about a second as her tortured bladder betrayed her and let a second-long leak of pee out. Keys. Where the fuck are they?! Come on. Toilet's not far away. You can do this.
She found the key. Hand trembling, she undid the yale lock and stepped over the threshold, kicking the door shut with a slam from the inside. Emily unceremoniously dumped her bag in the hallway and dropped her coat on the floor. Another tightening of the bladder, another hissing sound, another one second release. Almost there. At least she was alone now. She tore up the stairs, with another one second leak as she was halfway up, followed by another as she ran across the hallway - getting closer and closer together. Bursting into the bathroom she pulled on the light cord and the fluorescent light flickered on. She entered the threshold and felt another one second leak into her knickers, which were beginning to feel rather warm. Desperately, she tried to ram her sphincter shut for just a few more seconds so she could get on the toilet. But as soon as the leak was over, another one started - there were three one-second leaks as she moved across the bathroom with barely a break between them - and then her bladder just gave up entirely and the bathroom filled with the sound of loud hissing as Emily wet herself. So close. So, so close. She stood there in her blouse, skirt and tights as she emptied her bladder into her knickers, dribbling down the legs of her tights into pools on the lino floor by her feet. She had been tense for over an hour now and it felt wonderful to be able to relax herself completely. The relief was amazing. As her bladder became almost entirely empty, she found herself pushing to rid herself of the final bit. What the heck, her tights were drenched anyway.
Emily came to her senses a minute or so later. What had she done? At the age of 18, she had uncontrollably wet herself in the bathroom, not three feet from the toilet. She surveyed the damage. Her turquoise lacey knickers were sodden, and her tights had a wet patch running down the inside leg to her feet, and a large patch over her crotch and bum. Gingerly, she removed first her blouse and bra and dropped them in the washing basket, before stepping into the bath and taking a quick hot shower as she stripped her tights and knickers off. She left them in the bathtub, to put them in the wash separately in the morning. How lucky she was, she thought, that her housemates were away. She still self-consciously dashed across the hallway naked to her room, where she put on a pair of plain black knickers and some pyjamas. Returning to the bathroom to take her makeup off, there was still a puddle of yellow in the middle of the floor. By the time this had been mopped up she needed to go again, and she sat down on the toilet and let another stream loose, impressed that her bladder had been holding even more than she'd just let out. She thought about the evening she'd had. She was so close to the toilet. If any of the things hadn't happened - if she'd have gone for a wee before she left work - or if she'd have not had that beer, or if the bus hadn't got stuck in the roadworks, or if the driver hadn't changed over...
Emily popped back downstairs and tidied her bag and coat. There was a very small wet patch on the hallway carpet where she'd started to seriously leak. There was still washing of her wet clothes to do, but that could wait until the morning. It was nearly two a.m. by now and she was exhausted.
Crawling into bed she saw a text on her phone from Aaron, asking if she got home ok and would she be interested in working next Thursday, too? She sighed. Next time, she'd definitely check the timetable before agreeing to anything.
Please let me know what you think of this writing. I might see if Emily can make an appearance in another story, or perhaps continue my writing with another character. Either way, I'm open to ideas. I like realistic scenarios which could befall any young lady through circumstance or poor choice, as opposed to wildly unrealistic things which you could never imagine actually happening.
* - It strikes me that those without knowledge of British dialects may find this particular sentence confusing! In RP, it would be along the lines of - "I've got a right easy one tonight, take this up the top and then back to the depot via the bypass, then home to my dinner."
Edited December 14, 2015 by pwpj
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This story does not actually take place in the Yu-Gi-Oh! universe, but is instead centered around the card game, where Nikki and her opponent use the contents of their bladder in place of life points. Just a random thing I decided to type up one day, but a friend recommended I post it. So what the heck, why not?
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Nikki ripped off the top of the booster pack, quickly dumping out the cards inside.
“Come on, come on!” She whispered. “Just need one more…”
Skelesaurus, Gagagatag, Ghostrick Vanish, another Vampire Kingdom…
A grin slowly grew over the vampire girl’s face. She finally got it.
“Crimson Knight Vampire Bram!” Nikki exclaimed. “With this, my vampire deck is complete!” The girl quickly inserted the card into her deck. She always kept her extra deck behind her main deck, so that they wouldn’t get mixed up in each other, but after finally obtaining a card like this, perhaps it was time to start placing the extra deck in the front.
“Is that card pretty good?” asked the boy next to her.
“It’s good for a vampire deck.” Nikki replied.
“I’ve never seen anyone use a vampire deck before. Are they good?”
Nikki shrugged. “They’re all right. But I don’t want to give too many secrets away before the tournament starts though.”
“Oh, I forgot!” the kid said. “How many people are gonna be there?”
“Not sure.” Nikki turned to the card shop owner. “Geoff, how large of a turn out are you expecting for this tourney?”
“It’s not gonna be that big.” The owner replied as he placed some cash into the register. “With you in there, we have fifteen people registered. If we get one more, we can do a sixteen-player tournament.”
“Hmmm…” Nikki mused, tapping her chin with her forefinger. “Isabel and Commando will be there, right?”
Geoff nodded and put his hands in the pockets of his pants. “They said they would. Isabel put together a pretty nice Harpie deck from what I’ve heard.”
“Yeah, ever since she ordered that old structure deck off of Amazon, she’s been hung up on the Harpie cards.”
“What deck is Commando using these days?” Geoff asked.
“Last time we dueled, he was still using that weird Dark Necrofear and Destiny Board deck.”
“‘Destiny Board’?” Geoff grimaced. “People still use that?”
Nikki shook her head. “Nah, he only uses it for fun. I think he’s been putting something else together for the tournament. He’s getting a lot of those Dimension of Chaos packs, so I’m wondering if he’s putting together a Black Luster Soldier deck.”
Geoff laughed. “Well back to the tournament, you have any ideas for a sixteenth player?”
Nikki paused for a minute. “Hard to say. Most of the people I know are only into M-T-G.”
“‘M-T-G?’?” the boy asked.
“Magic: The Gathering.” Nikki replied.
“Oh right.”
“Nevertheless…” Nikki smiled. “I think I know someone who might do it.”
“Who?” asked Geoff.
“A friend from school.” Nikki answered. “Her name is Megan Garcia. She doesn’t usually do tourneys but I’d bet I can persuade her.”
“I’d definitely appreciate it if you could, otherwise I’d have to reject the last entry to have a 14 player tournament.”
Nikki grinned mischievously. “Don’t worry. I’ll convince her, because I have the perfect coercion material.
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Nikki pulled out her key and unlocked the door.
“Commando? Isabel? Anyone home?” she yelled as she walked in. The house was silent. “Everyone must still be at work.” Nikki quickly pulled out her phone and began working on a text message.
megan come over 2 my place real quick. theres something id like 2 talk about.
something “fun” >:D
The red-headed girl placed her backpack on the floor next to the couch, then opened her water bottle and took a few drinks. About two minutes passed, then her phone began to vibrate from receiving a message. It was from Megan.
“what is it”
Nikki quickly typed a response.
“ill tell u when u get here. bring your deck and drink lots of fluids.”
And the reply,
“LOL you want to do another hold?”
Nikki chuckled.
“not quite but something similar”
Roughly an hour passed until Nikki heard a knock on the front door.
“About time, Megan!” Nikki said as she opened the door.
“I was packing extra clothes!” Megan replied. “I don’t want to pee myself again and have to walk home with a wet spot on my crotch!”
Nikki grinned, “You’re the one who thought she could hold it longer than I could!”
Megan rolled her eyes. “So what did you want to talk about?”
“I was hoping I could persuade you to join the Yu-Gi-Oh! Tournament at Geoff’s card shop this weekend!”
Megan frowned. “Nik, you know I don’t do tournaments.”
“It’s not going to kill you.”
“I just…” Megan anxiously pulled her wavy blonde hair from her eyes. “It gets a little too competitive for me. I don’t like that sort of atmosphere.”
“Oh, come on!” Nikki protested. “Commando will be there, Isabel will be there, the O’Neills will be there. It’s a bunch of friends.”
Megan nervously slid her foot along the ground in a circular pattern. “I don’t know…”
“Well that’s why I wanted you to bring your deck and fill your bladder.” Nikki said. “How badly do you have to go?”
“Bad enough.” Megan answered.
“Okay, we’ll duel, but instead of losing life points when you take damage, you have to pee.”
Megan grinned in the same naughty manner that Nikki did. “I like the way you think!”
“Let’s go to my room.” The two girls walked down the hall over to Nikki’s bedroom. It was a small room, no more than 6 square meters in size, but it had a nice open space on the ground which was perfect for card playing. Moreover, the floor was a hardwood one, so puddles would quickly become evident.
“So how do we want to do this?” Megan asked. “I’d rather not get pee on my cards.”
Nikki walked over to her closet and grabbed two boxes. “We’ll sit on the floor, but play our cards on these.”
“All right, sounds good.”
The girls sat down in front of their boxes, placed their main decks and extra decks on their boxes, then shuffled their decks.
“So we pee a little each time we take damage?” Megan asked.
“You pee in proportion to how much damage you take.” Nikki explained. “If it’s like, 1000 damage or less, you just let a little out. If it’s 1000-2000, let out a spurt. If it’s 3000 or more, let out a lot. First one to empty their bladder, loses the duel.”
“All right, but I’m not losing this.” Megan said with a confident smile.
“Oh, and loser gets to clean the mess.” Nikki added.
“Good. I was hoping I could get out of cleaning it.”
Nikki raised an eyebrow, then placed a fist over her open palm. “All right, ms. overconfident. Let’s see who goes first.”
Both girls hit their fist on their open palm twice, then showed their choice.
Nikki had the finger position of “scissors”, while Megan had “rock”.
“All right, you go first.” Megan said.
Nikki sighed and drew five cards. “Vampire Lady”, “Secret Sect Druid Wid”, “Pumprincess the Princess of Ghosts”, “Foolish Burial”, and “Dark Armed Dragon”.
All right, Dark Armed Dragon on first draw. That means as soon as I can put three DARK monsters in my graveyard, I can start owning this duel.
Nikki began to shake her right leg. The need to pee was more intense than she imagined. Sitting always made it worse for her than standing. Megan’s situation wasn’t much different though. The girl was subtly rocking back and forth in a cross-legged position, clearly struggling to keep herself from peeing everywhere.
Hmmm… Nikki thought. But if I use Pumprincess now, I can start weakening Megan’s monsters.
“I’ll play Pumprincess in attack mode.” Nikki said, taking the card and placing it on the box, face-up. “Then I’ll play the spell card, ‘Foolish Burial’.” Nikki played the card, then picked up her deck and began to search through it.
There you are! Vampire Sorcerer! Right at the bottom of the deck!
Nikki took out the Vampire Sorcerer and placed it in her graveyard pile, then shuffled her deck.
“That ends my turn.” Nikki said. “Your move.”
Megan nodded, then drew a card from her deck. “I’ll play ‘Charge of the Light Brigade’.”
Megan sent three cards from the top of her deck to her graveyard, then fished out the card “Raiden, Hand of the Lightsworn.”
“Still using Lightsworn, huh?” Nikki asked.
“They’re good cards!” Megan said.
“Sure, if you don’t mill yourself to death.” Nikki laughed.
One of the cards sent to the grave by “Charge of the Light Brigade” was “Minerva, Lightsworn Maiden,” which meant that Megan had to send another card from her deck to the grave.
“All right,” Megan said. “I’ll play one card face down, then summon Raiden, Hand of the Lightsworn in attack mode, then I’ll attack your Pumprincess. You take 800 damage.”
“So I do.” Nikki took her card and placed it in her spell/trap zone, as per the effect.
“Okay, you have to pee a little bit now.” Megan said.
“Yeah, yeah…” sighed Nikki. The red-head looked down at the crotch of her pants, then relaxed her lower body slightly.
“…Well?” asked Megan.
“Well what?” Nikki asked. “I peed a little!”
“I didn’t even see anything!”
“Like I said, you only have to let a little bit out if it’s 1000 or less damage.”
“You probably didn’t even actually pee.”
“Do you want proof?”
“Well yeah!” Megan shouted. “I think you should still be able to see a wet spot of some kind!”
Nikki rolled her eyes. She unbuttoned her pants, then slid them down, revealing her white cotton panties. However, when Megan looked down at the red-haired girl’s crotch, there was not so much as a single stain of wetness.
“I knew it.” Megan said, shaking her head.
“I promise you, I peed in them!” Nikki said solemnly.
“I don’t see anything!”
“All right, fine. How about this?” Nikki stood up then pulled her panties down until they were just above her knees, then she spread her legs where she stood.
“Wh-What are you doing!?” Megan cried.
“Proving to you that I’m peeing in my panties.” Nikki retorted. “I might be weird but I’m a girl of my word.”
There was a brief pause. Megan looked down at her friend’s pale crotch, where a small sliver of pink skin hung, and nearly squealed when she saw about seven drops of liquid spill out from it and into the panties below.
“All right, sorry I doubted you!” Megan said. “I’ll end my turn then.” She sent two cards from the top of her deck, as per Raiden’s effect, then sat down.
Nikki pulled her slightly damp panties back up, then pulled her pants back up and fastened them. She then sat back down, and drew a card from her deck. “Call of the Mummy.”
“Placing a counter on Pumprincess, for effect.” Nikki took out a penny from a small jar on her dresser and placed it on the card.
“Remind me what that does.” Megan said.
“Every standby phase, I place a counter on the card and your monsters lose 100 ATK for each counter. And with that…” Nikki grabbed a card from her hand. “I activate ‘Call of the Mummy’, then special summon ‘Vampire Lady’ from my hand. Then I’ll normal summon Secret Sect Druid Wid.” Nikki placed both cards out. “Now, I’ll xyz summon my Dark Rebellion Xyz Dragon…” Nikki stacked the two cards on top another then removed the appropriate card from her extra deck and placed it on top of the already stacked cards, “…and activate its effect.” Nikki removed the cards from under “Dark Rebellion Xyz Dragon” and placed them in her grave. “Target Raiden and raise my ATK to 3300.”
Nikki then checked her graveyard and grinned. “And now that there are three DARK monsters in my graveyard, I’ll special summon my ‘Dark Armed Dragon’.”
“Uh oh…” Megan sank in her spot.
“I’ll banish ‘Vampire Lady’ from my grave to destroy your face down card, then I’ll banish Druid to destroy Raiden.”
Megan sent both cards to the graveyard.
Nikki grinned. “Dark Rebellion will attack you directly, then Dark Armed Dragon will attack you directly for a total of 6100 damage.”
“Wonderful…” Megan groaned. “So much pee do I have to let out?”
“I’d say… about ten seconds worth.” Nikki chuckled.
“All right… do you want me take off my pants and panties too?” Megan asked.
“Nah. I think I’ll be able to tell whether you’ve peed or not.” Nikki proudly crossed her arms and watched the crotch of Megan’s pants. A dark spot began to appear on the khaki pants she wore, and the slight hissing sound of her pee striking the fabric of her panties could be faintly heard.
“Ten… Nine… Eight… Seven… Six… Five…” Megan counted. At this point, a clear, slightly golden puddle could be seen expanding from around her hips. “Four… Three… Two… One… Zero.” The hissing ceased, but there was now a large puddle of pee on Nikki’s bedroom floor.
“Very hot!” Nikki said, trying not to laugh.
“So much for getting out of this game dry…” Megan sighed. “But that doesn’t mean I’m stuck on clean-up duty!”
“Not empty?” Nikki teased.
“If I was, I wouldn’t be squirming still.” Sure enough, Megan was still rocking back and forth in her seat, attempting to hold back the urine that remained inside of her.
“All right, your move then.”
Megan drew a card, then Nikki placed another counter on Pumprincess.
“First, with five LIGHT monsters in my graveyard,” Megan said, “I’ll special summon ‘Lightray Diabolos’ from my hand. Then I’ll normal summon ‘Lumina, Lightsworn Summoner’, discard a card, then summon ‘Raiden, hand of the Lightsworn' from my grave. Next, I’ll send ‘Lumina’ and ‘Raiden’ to the grave to synchro summon ‘Michael, The Arch-Lightsworn’.”
The signature card of the Lightsworn deck… Nikki knew this would turn sour.
“Now I’ll use Michael’s effect and pay 1000 life points and-“ Megan paused. “Using that effect means I have to pee a little, don’t I?”
Nikki shrugged. “You’re losing life points, so yeah.”
“But you said ‘only when you take damage’ earlier.”
“Well yeah, but otherwise there’s no cost to use the ability and that’s not fair.”
“Oh, yeah.” Megan heaved a sigh. “It’s only a thousand so no big deal.”
“Ah! Wait!” Nikki stopped her. “Since it’s only a little, you have to show me.”
“Fiiiiine!” Megan groaned. The blonde girl pulled her pants and panties down to her knees, revealing her a slit of her own. However, unlike Nikki’s, this one was soaking wet with pee. Nikki couldn’t help but smile at the sight of that wet crotch.
“Do it!”
Megan held her breath and pushed. A few trickles of pee spilled out of her body and into her panties. “Is that good?”
“It’ll do.” Nikki nodded.
Megan pulled her clothes back up. “Then I’ll target your Dark Rebellion Dragon and banish it. Then I’ll have Lightray Diabolos attack your Dark Armed Dragon.”
“Um… are you forgetting Pumprincess?” asked Nikki.
“Not at all.” Megan said. “Because I have ‘Honest’ in my hand.” she discarded the card to the graveyard, allowing her to increase the ATK of her Diabolos card by Dark Armed Dragon’s ATK. “Which means you take 2600 damage from that, and then 2400 damage from a direct attack by Michael.”
“5000 total, huh?” Nikki groaned. “All right, here we go.” Nikki stood up, and spread her legs apart. The sound of urine hitting fabric echoed in the room and a dark spot quickly formed on her pants. Pee began to ferociously drip from the backside of her jeans and onto the floor. No sooner than later was there a puddle the size of Megan’s underneath the red-haired girl. “That good?”
Megan smirked. “Hmmm… just a little more!”
Nikki shook her head and rolled her eyes, placed her hands on her hips, then let out a bit more, which cascaded down her legs and onto the floor with the rest of her urine.
“Are you empty?” Megan asked.
“Not quite.” Nikki said.
“Damn it!” Megan cursed. “Okay, end turn.” Megan sent three cards from her deck to the grave for Michael’s effect.
Nikki sat down in her puddle, drew a card, then placed a counter on Pumprincess.
“Tristan, Knight of the Underworld.” That doesn’t help at all!
“I’ll play one monster face down in defense mode and end my turn.” With no cards left in her hand, there was little else to be done.
Megan drew a card from her deck, and Nikki placed another counter on Pumprincess. “I’ll play a monster in defense mode as well, then I’ll use Michael’s effect again.”
“Hey… you know if you do, and this was a normal game, that would put you over 8000 in damage.” Nikki commented.
“I know.” Megan retorted. “But as you pointed out, this isn’t a normal game!” Megan stood up, pulled her pants and panties down again, and let out a brief stream of pee. This time, however, Megan neglected to spread her legs, and to her surprise, her pee squirted forward instead of straight down, like she expected, and to her dismay, that squirt of pee landed on her Diabolos card. “Aw, Damn it!”
Nikki tried. She really did try, but given the circumstance there was no way she would succeed. The red-head burst out into laughter. “Oh my God! You just peed on your cards!”
“I… I wasn’t trying to!” Megan cried. “I forgot to spread my legs apart!”
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Nikki staggered for breath. “I don’t mean to laugh, but that was funny!”
“You wouldn’t be laughing if they were your cards…”
“Oh, come on! I’ll bet if you ask Commando, he’ll give you his.”
Megan sighed, then pulled her pants up and sat down. “All right, I’ll banish your Pumprincess card, then I’ll have Michael attack your face down card.”
Nikki flipped the monster card, then sent it to the graveyard.
“And finally, I’ll have Diabolos attack you directly for 2800 damage.”
“Which means… I get to pee again…” Nikki leaned back and spread her legs, then let loose the contents of her bladder. The already large puddle beneath her began to expand even more, overtaking the boxes and joining with Megan’s puddle.
“Awwwww, puddle kiss!” Megan exclaimed.
“Looks like that’s all she’s got.” Nikki said. “Bladder’s empty.”
“Well I guess that means you get to clean it up!” Megan laughed.
“Yeah…” Nikki made a loud sigh as she looked at the oversized puddle of urine. “I got my work cut out for me.”
“Well, I still have to pee some,” Megan said, “so I’m going to go empty the rest into the toilet, then I’m going to use your shower and rinse off, then change my clothes.”
“You sure I can’t convince you to join the tournament?” Nikki asked.
Megan thought for a minute, then grinned. “Yeah sure, I’ll join the tournament! Doubt that they’ll be this fun though!”
Nikki smirked. “I’m sure that you and I, at least, can find a way to spice things up!” |
Somewhere in the land of Hyrule, to the east of a large forest and far to the south of Parappa Desert, was the town of Rauru. It was a small town, the few people living in it had peaceful lives. Relatively, at least, as peaceful as Hyrule gets down on the mainland that the Three Goddesses left for the monsters. Humans had repopulated on the surface, but monsters ranging from Moblins to Dodongos still roamed and would occasionally threaten the safety of a town. That’s why each town had those skilled with weapons, like a bow or a spinning top, that were capable of protecting others.
One of those combat-capable people was Linkle, master of the dual crossbows. The Hylian girl had been in crossbow training from a young age, and was now incredibly skilled with the weapon before she was even a full adult. Even with hordes of Bokoblins, they all fell to her bolts in swarms. It was kind of ridiculous, just how many enemies she could deal with herself.
A Cucco crowed in the field as the dawn of a new day broke over Hyrule, and Linkle woke up in her bed with a wide yawn. Even with the bright light shining in her face, she really didn't want to get up, it was comfortable under the blankets, though she wouldn't be able to sleep more. She rolled onto her side away from the window to recapture some amount of darkness, and a large lock of her long blond hair that was caught under her neck was now right up against her mouth and nose, and one inhale brought it into her face.
With air cut off, Linkle jumped up into a sitting position and coughed violently, desperate to clear up her breathing. It took a few shakes of her head to get her hair back in its place behind her head, but Linkle's panting was still erratic from the episode. It took a few seconds before she was calm again, but now she was upright and just expended a bunch of energy, so returning to sleep was unlikely. Especially now that her body was forced fully awake, making her aware of another part of her body in distress.
“Oh, I gotta pee,” Linkle grumbled as she began swinging her legs to the side to get out of bed. Not like she absolutely needed the bathroom, but there was no way she could get comfortable in bed again with her bladder as full as it was. Her bare feet felt the shock of cold when escaping from under the soft and warm quilt and stepping onto the wooden floor, but the rest of her body joined and she stood to the side of her bed. Even with her haste to get to a toilet, she still hung back to straighten the quilt and make her bed, though not all that impressively in her rush.
Linkle briskly walked into her small bathroom, just large enough for her toilet and a sink. She backed up to the seat and bent down at the knees just a little, so she could reach underneath her large pajama shirt, light blue with a crawfish on the front, and get at her orange panties. She pulled them down to her knees and lifted the hem of her shirt above her waist, sitting down on the toilet seat.
The light, delicate sound of a piddle echoed through the room and probably beyond as Linkle released her hold over her bladder and let it all flow out into the water below her. Now, she felt relaxed and sighed happily as she did her business. With that nice feeling of a morning pee, Linkle was feeling happier already. She was smiling and humming, her head bobbing left and right, in a good mood once more.
After half a minute of going, Linkle's well started running dry and her stream got faint before cutting off with a few loose drops at the end. Relieved, she grabbed a piece of toilet paper and wiped herself dry, stood up and flushed it away. Pulling her panties up and adjusting her shirt back to its original length, she washed her hands thoroughly and left the room, satisfied.
She was much more awake, and that meant Linkle was back to her usual cheerful self. A little skip in her step, she hopped back to her bedroom. No point in wasting the day inside, she needed to get dressed to make the most of it, which first required she undress down to just her panties. In front of her dresser with all her clothes, she grabbed a pair of black shorts that would be covered by an orange skirt held up with a belt, a white shirt, and a green, hooded poncho. Two pieces of jewelry were sitting on the dresser that she also donned, a blue rupee choker and her big, golden compass necklace, a prized possession of hers passed down from her grandmother. She braided her pigtails and put on a pair of thick brown gloves, and she was ready to go.
Living on her own, her house was small, so getting to the front door took almost no time. Right inside the door were her thigh-high boots on the floor and her dual crossbows hanging on hooks. Of course, she was going to take the weapons with her no matter what, but what was she going to do? “There haven't been any monster attacks recently, there hasn't been any need for supplies outside the town, what is there for me to do?”
Then, an idea came to Linkle. “I could scout the forest, make sure there aren't any enemy camps plotting anything.” That was a task that would definitely require arming herself, so she pulled her boots up and holstered her crossbows on them. She was about ready to leave, before another thought crossed her mind. “I don't know what I'm going to find out there, I should be better prepared.” And that meant one item was desperately needed; a red potion, just in case she sustained injuries from tough enemies.
Linkle had a bottle meant for storing potions, a rarity of an item in Hyrule, but it currently didn't have any contents. That meant she'd need to buy a potion, which could cut into her funds. Not so much that she wouldn't be able to replenish it by cutting grass or killing monsters, but it'd hurt her wallet anyway. Still, it was unavoidable, so she grabbed the empty bottle and clipped it to her belt, before she thought a little further and put a lantern next to it. Now, it was finally time to leave her house.
Linkle stepped outdoors, and the magnified effect of the sun in her eyes forced her to pull the hood of her jacket over her head. As she walked to the potion shop, everyone she passed said their hellos, and Linkle responded in kind to each. Orca, Rose, Mesa, all of them greeted Linkle with that sort of small town friendliness.
Because of the greetings, it took longer than it should have to reach the potion shop, but Linkle did make it, and she entered the store. All of its wares were on display, not just the health potion she was looking for, but magic potion, stamina potion, air potion, defense potion, and durability potion. She was kind of fascinated looking at them, thinking about what kind of epic adventure would require potions of that variety.
While she was admiring the items, the shopkeep, Morshu, came out of a back room. “Hello, young Linkle! You have interest in my wares?”
“Yep! I'm going out into the forest today, so I'm taking a red potion to be safe.” She reached to her belt and grabbed the glass container attached to it, shaking it in her fingers. “I brought my own bottle.”
“As long as you have 100 rupees,” Morshu laughed.
Linkle felt that. That was half of her wallet's max capacity, that was an investment. Of course, with a capacity as small as such, she had filled it long ago with nothing substantial to spend it on, but it still felt like a lot. Couldn't be helped, so she pulled out a silver rupee and handed it to Morshu, who then allowed her access to the pot of potion. Linkle took her share and left, quite a bit lighter than she had entered. But what mattered was, she was prepared. Crossbows in her skilled hands, she could find a boss monster and still win.
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Linkle was bored. She had gone into the forest expecting swarms of enemies, but she didn't even find a single Octorock. Everything was peaceful, Rauru was in no danger. That sounded like a good thing, but the Hylian girl wanted some action, that's what she was good at. Things were just so calm, but she just wasn't accepting that. “There's so many places in the forest to hide, I can't give up yet! There's going to be some kind of evil plan, and I'll take care of it!” She looked at her compass and started running in the direction the needle was pointing.
She was alert, her head turning in every direction just in case there was a secret to everybody where the monsters were hiding. All she had to do was find it, and she could save the day. And it was right there, on a cliffside, was a patch of rock a suspiciously different color. There's no way something wasn't hiding behind it, but she was not equipped with bombs to expose it. However, there was an open cave right next to it, which was plenty for Linkle to get excited about. Lighting the lantern on her belt, she slowly entered.
Only a few meters inside the cave, all the light from outside suddenly seemed to disappear, entirely replaced by a warmer, more gentle light inside. A strange sensation, unknown in origin, beckoned Linkle further in. Slowly, she descended deeper into the cavern, her boots crumbling the dirt below them, when suddenly one of her steps ended with a splash. Looking down, she saw she had suddenly stepped in a small pool, the ripples of her foot echoing through the rest of the water in an almost melodic tone.
Suddenly, a set of small, glowing objects hovered out of the pool. Somewhere around a dozen, each flying in different directions yet keeping harmony in their individual motions. Somehow, not originating from any of them came a voice. “Oh brave hero, please heed my call.”
Linkle didn't believe what she was hearing, something out of the legends of Hyrule. “Are you a Great Fairy?”
“Yes, but my form has been broken up by strange creatures, and they stole one of the pieces. Now, I have no power to protect and preserve this forest. Please, find the monsters that took one of my parts and bring it back.”
Linkle was amazed, a Great Fairy was something only in stories, who could give a hero new powers. Now this was a chance to prove herself a hero. “Don't worry, Great Fairy, I'll find your missing piece!” She ran out of the cave, bringing her back to an understandable reality. It felt like there was just a little bit less magic in the world now.
But somehow, Linkle couldn't get her mind off the Great Fairy Fountain. That was to be expected, she found something often considered to be mythical, but it wasn't that. She kept thinking about the water there, the way it rippled and splashed, giving her a strange feeling in her abdomen. “Now I have to pee, too,” she realized. It wasn't the worst feeling, it was nothing more than a mild discomfort, but it was a suitable reminder that nature wanted to reach her.
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It took way too long for Linkle to make any progress. As she had thought just before, there were a lot of places to hide in the forest, which meant a lot of places to check. But she couldn't give up, she made a promise to the Great Fairy, it would forever tarnish her status of hero if she abandoned the quest.
Of course, all that time spent looking gave her bladder plenty of time to fill up. Now, she was really aware of not only its presence, but just how much it was bothering her to take care of it, right now because it really did not want to keep any urine in longer than it took to get to a toilet, which in the forest was everywhere around her. Out of her house a lot of the time, Linkle knew plenty well how to pee while not in a bathroom, that wasn't the obstacle. It's just that she was a young girl, which provided reluctance to dropping her shorts and doing her business until it was absolutely necessary. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but she decided she could finish the quest and get back to Rauru before her situation got too serious, no need to do anything about it now.
Hopefully, this wouldn't take too long, because she was looking at the enemy camp. A few tents and a fire surrounded by a few Bokoblins. Easy pickings. Linkle bent over to pull her crossbows into her ready hands, but reaching down was a bad idea in her current condition. Her bladder groaned, the contents sloshing around inside her with whatever little room it had to move. Whining, she rubbed her thighs together and put her right hand, still holding a crossbow, on the front of her skirt. It didn't do anything biological to help her holding, but it made her feel better. “I need to get this done fast, before I have an accident,” she swore under her breath.
It was important to make a strong opening, so as soon as Linkle was sure her pee was secure, she jumped out from her hiding spot behind a bush and fired both crossbows at one of the Bokoblins, hitting it square in the stomach with multiple bolts, at which point it fell over and dissipated in a cloud of purple smoke. As she landed following the assault, time seemed to slow as she watched the fallen Bokoblin's partner react, and that's when she noticed he had a horn on his belt. He was the one that would alert all the others, so she'd soon have the whole gathering on her. It would have made more sense to take him out first, but she was kind of in a rush and didn't notice.
Before she could make any motion, the Bokoblin pulled his bugle from his belt and blew into it. The horn was enough to call in every surrounding monster, a lot of Bokoblins coming out of the tents, quickly surrounding Linkle from all sides. Each of them brandished a cleaver staff, slowly approaching the young girl. She only gripped her crossbows tighter. A few Bokoblins were absolutely nothing she couldn't handle. She just needed to let go; aiming, that is, letting go of anything else would end poorly.
She twisted her right foot behind her left, keeping her upper half in place, which did help to ease her internal pressure, and jumped off the right foot. She was a very aerodynamic girl, slender legs, arms, and chest, which meant a lot of her combos involved midair shooting. The way her body was rotated now, the spin force put on her midair, which meant it was time to start shooting. Linkle wasn't even looking, all those bolts firing with that much rotation, they were going to hit their target by pure chance.
Her jump came to an end, she landed on the grass and dirt in the same position she leapt from, absorbing the impact with her right foot stretched out beneath her and both palms hitting the ground. She opened her eyes, just as every Bokoblin fell in unison and all disappeared. Linkle smiled, though it was hard to maintain it when she needed to go so bad. Combat helped take her mind off it, but it didn't last long and the irritation was back.
“Now where did they put that fairy piece?” She didn't have any leads, so she'd have to check everywhere. Not that the camp was big, but it felt so much larger with a lot of pee. At least she was alone now, she could hold herself with no shame. She clipped her crossbows back to her boots and jammed her hands up her skirt onto her shorts. Her gloves were tough and hurt her, but it certainly helped.
She needed to start her search somewhere, so she opened the flaps to the nearest tent, to dig through any belongings. Sitting on her knees, she started parsing the bags, only finding food and other treasures. Probably not worth enough to sell, and none that looked nice enough to wear. Frustrated, she tossed that bag aside to grab another one, but as soon as that bag touched ground from the throw, everything started violently shaking. Linkle froze in place, first assuming the pack caused the quake, but then another followed, and then another. Linkle had no idea what was happening, but she knew it was uncomfortable, the vibrations causing her bladder’s contents to ripple. She needed to see what the cause was, and stop it.
With a hand pressed against the front of her shorts, she poked her head out of the tent flaps, and that's when she saw it, standing right on the other side of the camp. A big, fat Moblin, carrying a shield and a spear. And it was angry at her for trespassing. It didn't have any kind of range or speed, but it still hurt her from a distance by stomping the ground, sending another tremor straight to the poor Hylian.
It was horrible, that shockwave was torturous and made her almost full bladder quiver, putting a lot of unnecessary pressure on her urethra that wanted to make her leak. She couldn't help it, both hands squeezed her crotch as tightly as she could manage, no regard to how much it hurt. The waves of desperation overcame her, her legs trembled as her whole body shook, her eyes closed tight as they could to hold back the flood. It left her incapacitated for a few seconds, but her bladder obeyed her command and stood down, though warning it wouldn't be pacified for much longer.
Linkle needed to beat this Moblin fast, before her need became a full-out emergency. However, she had no idea how she was going to win, she was an acrobatic fighter, but now her mobility was extremely limited. This would be a horrible time to wet herself, she somehow needed to beat a big enemy completely dry. Easier said than done, and she couldn't even think it without wanting to burst.
The wave passed and her hands could be free again, so out came the crossbows firing wildly, all bolts going to the Moblin with intent to kill. Every single one of them lodged itself into the monster's shield. That's what happened attacking something with a shield from the front. Linkle was scared for her own good, she had to fight the way she usually did when she really wasn't capable of it.
While she was contemplating how she could win, the Moblin took the opportunity and thrust his spear forwards. Linkle only noticed at the last second, and hurriedly jumped to the left, the tip of the spear just barely scraping the heel of her boot. The sudden motion jolted her bladder just the wrong way, and it lost its grip if only for a second. A few tiny spurts came loose and splattered inside her panties, sending Linkle into a fierce panic.
As soon as she landed, she kept momentum by dancing in place, her right leg twitching against her left. Not just for a tiny bit of relief, but keeping motion would allow her to dash away at a critical moment without a huge shock like just happened. She was in no condition to fight, but while she had an opening to the Moblin's side, she fired as much as she could from as many angles as she could get from a standstill. This time, every bolt hit and half-lodged themselves inside its flesh.
Moblins are very fat. Their entire body is covered in blubber, which explains their large size and slow movement. All that extra padding absorbed the bolts and prevented any of them from hitting vital spots. Barely fazed, the Moblin charged the short distance with his shield to his side, and swung it hard into Linkle while she couldn't move, lifting her off the ground and reeling her into a nearby tree trunk.
As she collided with the bark, Linkle felt the pain. While the force pinned her to the tree a foot above ground, she lost control of her bladder for just a little, a good stream dribbling cleanly out from her shorts right between the legs. She also dropped her crossbows, bouncing to the sides away from her as they landed. As gravity took hold, she slid down the trunk and crashed on her butt, forcing another spurt out. It was a strain to keep the rest in, but she'd never forgive herself if she peed herself in front of a monster. While her shorts were black, there was a little shine on the crotch that gave away her little accident, a couple drops hitting the back of her skirt.
So preoccupied with her bodily functions begging to be taken care of, she once again neglected the Moblin she was fighting, who had gripped his spear in both hands and pulled back for a powerful stab. Linkle only looked up at the apex of the swing, and intense fear overcame her in a mere second. Suddenly, she felt like she could really die here. She froze, the threat of wetting herself now seemed insignificant, she could only watch as the Moblin prepared the final strike.
She didn't know how or why, she wasn't even consciously aware it was happening, but she grabbed one of her crossbows from her side, held it in both hands aimed upwards, and fired blindly. It was instinctual and completely out of her hands, but a bolt came flying out of the weapon, straight to the Moblin's face. It hit right between the eyes, where there was no protection. It halted as soon as contact was made, fell backwards and evaporated into the purple smoke.
Breathing heavy, Linkle only stared forward, her arms dropping limp between her outstretched legs. “I...I'm okay.” She didn't quite believe it herself, but her hand not feeling any sensation despite its location reminded her of something. “I didn't wet myself.” Somehow, her body forgot to pee from the shock. She was so relieved to be alive, that need didn't seem so bad. Still, it was very obviously there, so she stood up and looked around. “No one's around. Oh thank you.” She lifted her skirt and hooked her thumbs on the waistband of her shorts. Only a couple seconds longer.
As she was looking down, a small orange light entered the top of her vision, and her head jolted upwards to bring it into focus. It was nice to see it because it meant her job was done, but it meant she wasn't alone. “Aren't you a piece of the Great Fairy,” Linkle asked as she pulled her hands away and let her skirt fall back into place. She couldn't just pee in front of another.
“Yes, I was separated from the rest of my body by that Moblin. Did you come to rescue me, hero?”
Linkle couldn't help but start dancing again, even if it was subtly. “Yeah, I've been looking for you for a while now. I know where your fountain is.” That might have been a lie, she had wandered around for so long, finding a way back might be challenging.
“Thank you greatly, hero. However, not being whole for so long has left me weary, and I may not be able to make the journey back. Do you have an empty bottle?”
Linkle pulled the bottle of potion from her belt and looked it over. “Sorry, but it's not empty.” Further contemplating it, she remembered what the purpose of the red potion she had was, to heal wounds. She was just in a fight and she was injured, now would be a good time to drink it, and then the fairy would have a mode of transport. But, as was obvious, she was incredibly resistant to drinking any more. Still, her bladder was causing her a lot of pain, would a red potion heal that?
She needed to use the bottle, or the whole quest would be for nothing. She had no guarantee it would help her bladder, but she’d have to try. Obviously, the best option would be to pee now, good goddesses she wanted to pee now, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it with something else watching. She looked at the bottle with a sense of dread, but she still popped the cork and chugged the whole thing down. Just as soon as the whole thing was swallowed, she felt her spine restore itself, the soreness washing away. And her bladder…stayed exactly the same. In fact, it felt worse having drunk something, even though it was barely in her stomach yet. Still, it was done now, she held the open bottle towards the fairy piece. “Here you are, get in, I’ll bring you back.”
“Thank you very much, hero. But are you well, you seem to be distracted and in distress.”
Linkle really didn’t want the fairy to notice that, but it was way too obvious. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. Let’s just bring you back and restore the Great Fairy.” The fairy piece flew into the bottle and Linkle capped it again, placing it back on her belt. Her legs twisted together and she groaned in a crying sort of way. “Just a little longer,” she whispered to herself.
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Linkle was standing in the Great Fairy Fountain, watching as the Great Fairy reconstructed itself, really slowly. The water in the fountain was no longer majestic, it was there to further taunt her, tell her that she really couldn't hold it any longer. Not that she disagreed, but she really didn't need that until she was alone. Still, the throbbing of her bladder, the tightness of her crotch as it begged for reprieve, she absolutely couldn't help but grab at her shorts while she danced. Not like the Great Fairy could see right now, being all busy with reforming itself.
All the pieces came together, and exploded in a bright flash, culminating in a sudden lack of light, leaving the Great Fairy's final form before her. Linkle stopped openly holding herself, out of respect and embarrassment, but she continued bouncing on her toes with her thighs together, out of necessity. It was hard to focus because her eyes were watering and trying to stay closed, but she saw the Great Fairy's true form; it looked a small girl holding a doll, its whole body bluish colors. “Thank you for restoring me, hero. As thanks, I shall give your arrows new power. Fire that can melt the coldest glaciers, ice that can freeze the hottest volcano. Now, close your eyes and relax.” Linkle didn't comply, though it was clear she wanted to, she really couldn't afford to relax right now. “Does something ail you, hero? You appear to be vexed by something.”
The Great Fairy didn't seem to understand exactly what problem Linkle was dealing with, so she could theoretically hide it until she got this new power. Fire and Ice Bolts, that had to be worth holding it just be a tiny bit longer, even if her bladder was serious about not being able to handle it. “It's nothing. I'm ready for the magic.” She attempted to steady her breathing, but her hands still went to the front of her skirt, grabbing the fabric tightly to deal with the pain.
The Great Fairy pulled the arms on her doll outwards, and it started glowing. Sparkles starting flying out and swirling around Linkle, moving up her body in a spiral motion, lifting her in the air. She could feel the magic enter her body, tingling her all over, tickling her in just the wrong places. She crossed her legs fully, it seriously almost felt like her bladder was bulging out of her stomach and was about to explode. It would only be a few more seconds, just a couple little seconds before she could rush out and take the longest pee she'd ever experience, she rationalized.
Then the magic started working its way into her system, relaxing her on its own, very much against the wishes of its host. Not being able to see it, it felt like her bladder was violently pulsating, the urethra doing everything in its power to act as a dam to her raging river of urine. She wasn't in control of her position in the air, but she could still move her body, and she would as a final shot of resisting the emergency. Her legs twisted every way they could, her hands squeezing her shorts with more pressure than she would use to make a fist, and bent her upper body over her waist while shaking her butt, every single possible thing to not leak. The pressure kept building and increasing as her intensity rose, both about to reach their breaking points, when finally, it relented and the need started diminishing slightly.
“Thank you,” Linkle breathily exclaimed. She could feel the magic taking effect in her extremities, she'd be done in a blink. That's why there was warmth on her hands, of course. So why was there wetness building underneath her gloves? “Oh no.” Her hands were wet, her crotch was warming up fast, her abdomen seemed to be depressurizing, it was all over. Linkle was peeing herself.
She couldn't fight it anymore, she didn't even want to. It was embarrassing, no question about that, but it also just felt so good. She had held it for so long, her bladder was stretched to its limits, filled beyond max capacity, how could she resist the feeling of so much relief? Her hands drooped to her sides, allowing the flow to follow gravity, splashing five feet below in the fountain water. Little rivulets ran down her legs, from the small bit of exposed thighs to soak right into her boots. The front of her skirt was wet from being pressed against her shorts when the wetting began, and a few drops were still falling.
Linkle just looked tired as the outpour continued. She had exhausted herself holding it, and finally she could rest. As such, things were quiet for a while, nothing but a loud splashing like a running faucet as her pee kept coming and she kept going. It felt so warm, her pee was hot from being inside her so long and it was soaking everything below the belt. Her shorts were getting really shiny, as were her legs, the tops of her boots completely saturated and darkened all around, thinning out and changing to a downwards streaming pattern all the way down to the ankle.
Finally, it ended. It took so long, it was so draining, and it dragged on at the end with a bunch of dribbles and spurts, but it did finally end. Linkle didn't pant or moan once it was all over, but she certainly looked satisfied. Likely unintentional, but she smiled a little bit as she opened her eyes. That's when it hit her hard, she was in a Great Fairy Fountain, and she just had a massive accident, helplessly being dangled in the air. Her face turned a bright, total red in an extreme blush, and she couldn't even speak.
Too bad she couldn't say anything, because she really wanted to defend herself. She just defiled a sacred fountain, while in the middle of receiving a generous gift of power. There was no limit of what punishment she would receive, the Great Fairy may hide from humans as a whole because of her shame. Once again, she was frozen in fear, she couldn't even look away. Because of that, she saw the Great Fairy bring one of her hands up to her mouth and giggle, in an innocent kind of way. “It appears you were not entirely honest when questioned about your condition. Were you resisting that bodily function for a significant period of time?”
Linkle really didn't believe she wasn't offended in the slightest. She had to respond, though, it'd be rude to blow off the question. “Sorry, I'm shy about others knowing about me needing to use the restroom. I had intended to do it before finding your missing piece, but then it showed up and I had to wait a little longer. I was really at my limit. Sorry again for using the fountain as a toilet, I really didn't mean to.”
“I apologize for making you contain yourself for so long. I would have given you necessary privacy if you had made your need known.” She stayed silent for a little bit to show respect for Linkle, but then she giggled again, a little stronger this time, like she had just come up with a joke. “I suppose a stronger bladder would have been a more useful power to give you, wouldn't you agree?” |
A/N: Sorry this commission took forever, as always everyone commissions me all at once so I had a lot going on, and I just finished up exams and such. Plus work has been hectic, so life just kinda exploded. But here it is, finished at last!
Ever since the success of Lola's performance in the school play and the way she had humiliated her rival, Carla had not been able to let it go. Her popularity had slipped considerably, and the other girl had taken her place. Of course, she could not allow something like that, and knew that she had to find some way to get her revenge and regain her following.
Things only got worse when casting for the next play happened and, once again, Lola stole the lead role. Carla was placed in a fairly large role herself, but it was not the lead and therefore was not good enough for her. This gave her all the more reason to want to get back at Lola, and the proper means to begin plotting.
When the show opened, there would be a lot of people in the audience to support Lola, and they would all be looking forward to another stunning performance by her. If, for some reason, something happened while she was onstage, everyone would see and she would likely never be able to live it down.
If something were to happen to her, it would solve all of Carla's problems, but she could not just sit idly by and hope for something to happen. The likelihood of that was so slim, and she was a woman of action. What she needed to do was cause this something to happen and, early on, she began to scheme.
There were plenty of things that would be humiliating enough; if Lola forgot her lines and began to panic in front of everyone, she would be laughed off the stage, or if her costume got messed up and caused her to trip, literally off the stage. But those both relied too much on chance, and Carla didn't really know how she would ensure something like that.
If she were too directly involved, it would be obvious that she was doing it, and then everyone would only hate her more and feel sorry for Lola, and that was not what she was trying to accomplish. It had to be something that she could guarantee would happen without being so involved that it wasn't subtle. That was the tricky part, but she was confident that she could come up with something in time for opening night.
Finally, after much searching and planning, the perfect idea came to her. If she arranged everything just right, there was no way it wouldn't happen, and if she was careful, no one would think to link it back to her.
It took her time to prepare the things she needed, but she had a fair amount of money and influence, and those resources made almost anything possible. So when opening night rolled around, she was ready to act and ready to give the audience a more interesting show than they had expected to see.
The plan was simple- all of the actors and actresses had water bottles backstage, because they couldn't let their throats get too dry during a performance or their voices might crack. They only drank the minimal amount, to avoid any urgent situations during the show, but if anyone were to encounter a situation like that, it would surely ruin their reputation.
So that was the plan, to make sure that that situation did happen and that it happened to Lola. All it took was slipping a little something into her water bottle, and then she would be humiliating herself on stage in no time at all! All the bottles looked mostly the same, but they had an initial on top and she looked for the one with an “L” on it hurriedly, before anyone could catch her.
Hearing some people coming backstage, she scrambled, grabbing one that looked about right and rushing to drug it before quickly putting it back down and playing innocent. It was done and nobody has seen her do it! Now all she had to do was sit back and enjoy the show- and play her own part- so she went to get into her costume.
When she returned, she was pleased to see Lola sipping at her water while she chatted with Ellen, and she had to resist snickering to herself. She couldn't afford to give herself away, but it was so satisfying to see that things were already going according to plan. It would only be a matter of time before they were onstage and then her rival would be humiliated in front of everyone.
They were given their final stage instructions as the lights dimmed and the group got ready to go onstage. Carla could barely contain her excitement, though she didn't have to try too hard; anyone who saw her would assume she was excited to perform. And she was, of course, but there was so much more than that. She took a few sips from her water bottle before the lights came up and the show began.
~X~
Not long into the show, Carla realized that something was wrong. First of all, Lola seemed to be doing just fine, even though she should have felt the effects of the diuretic by now. Second, and more noticeably, Carla had to pee rather suddenly, as if she were the one who had been drugged instead.
Oh no.
She frantically tried to remember if she had gotten the bottles mixed up somehow and wondered if the “C” and the “L” had looked similar somehow. If somebody had bad handwriting, then it was possible, but if that was the case, that meant she was in some serious trouble.
She carried on with her part as if nothing were amiss, but she could feel a telltale ache in her bladder that she knew shouldn't be there, given how little she'd had to drink. Combining that with the fact that Lola did not look even slightly uncomfortable, it seemed pretty obvious that the mix up had happened.
If she had not been in character, she would have groaned. What was she going to do now? Not only had her big plan been spoiled but it was about to backfire in the worst way possible. There was a possibility that she would be the one to face that awful humiliation, and she knew there was no way for her to recover from something like that. Her reputation would be ruined forever, and no amount of scheming could ever fix it for her.
Her only choice was to try to power through, against all odds. If she could hold it until intermission, then that would be fine. The first act wasn't that long and she might even have a chance to put something in Lola's actual bottle this time. Everything would work out just fine, if only she could just hold it until intermission.
Her acting didn't falter at first; she ignored the aching in her bladder even as she felt it swell and throb with each movement. She was not one to let her performance be interrupted by anything, not even her own needs. Her pride simply wouldn't allow her showing any signs of weakness and she had to put on the best show possible.
But that didn't mean she wasn't suffering. No, it was quite the opposite, and pretending to be under control was not easy for her. She was good at what she did, and had never let anything get in the way of her acting before, but her bladder had never ached quite this much during a show before, she had never needed to pee quite this badly. She had always been prepared to deal with anything, but she had no way to deal with something like this.
She tried to keep any trembling out of her voice when she spoke her lines and she struggled to remain still when she was supposed to. It wasn't that she couldn't remember the blocking for each scene, it was that there were too many times when she was not supposed to be moving noticeably, and she had to resist the urge to squirm and call attention to herself when she didn't want it.
She had never thought the show went slowly in all the times they had rehearsed it, and normally shows went by incredibly fast to performers on opening night, but as she tried to count down to intermission, time seemed to crawl by. If only she could do something to make it easier, but that would require breaking character and calling attention to her problem in front of all these people, and that was not something she would ever do willingly.
Steeling herself, she prayed that she could make it through the next couple scenes without incident, and perhaps that was plausible if things didn't get any worse between now and then. Right now, the throbbing in her bladder was nearly torturous, and made itself known every second, but it was still possible for her to hide that it was there, even if it was driving her absolutely crazy.
She begun to tap her foot lightly without even noticing, and was quick to stop it once she realized. When would she be able to leave the stage? She had been bitter about Lola stealing the lead, but now she realized their roles were almost the same size and she almost wished she had had a bit part, just so that she could be backstage for long stretches of time and have a chance to go to the bathroom.
The irony of the situation did not escape her, of course. The fact that this was all her fault, that it was her revenge plot gone astray, only made this worse. If she had only been more attentive, if she had only been less stupid! She wasn't supposed to make mistakes like that, she was supposed to be perfect and she was supposed to be proving it to everyone tonight. She was supposed to be triumphant over Lola, not messing up and making things worse for herself!
How was there no way out of this? There was always a way out of things for her, she always had the influence to get what she wanted. That was what tonight was supposed to be about, her fixing things and getting her way. She couldn't get her way now though, not with something she had so little control over.
With only two scenes left until intermission, she wasn't sure how long she would hold up. Things were getting a lot worse on her end, and once again she had to tap her foot, even knowing that it might call attention to her. She shifted a bit, wondering if there was anything at all she could do to make this easier. Whenever she did have the chance to go offstage- though this was only for short amounts of time while the set was moved, never enough time to actually do anything- she would make sure no one was looking before she would squirm and dance in place.
And there was Lola, cool as a cucumber, when she should have been the one suffering, the one fighting off the needs of her bladder. But was she? No, because life wasn't fair and Carla must have been the victim of some great cosmic punishment to constantly lose to someone like that. She had hoped to change her luck, but it had only gotten worse so far, and she wondered if she would ever win her popularity back.
Her times offstage never lasted long enough and eventually she would have to steel herself once again to walk onstage like nothing was amiss, like each step was not painful and did not jostle her bladder beyond the point that she could bear. She felt tears spring up in her eyes that she had to fight back while she barely managed to keep her voice steady when she spoke any of her lines. She was so full, she had never felt like this before in her life.
Almost there, she found herself internally chanting, and it was true that she was almost there. She was almost to the end of the first act, almost to intermission, almost to the break that would give her a chance for relief. But she was also almost at her limit, and the closer she got to intermission, the less sure she was of which would end up coming first.
It was surprising that she managed to avoid panicking the first time she leaked, but she supposed that her acting was just that good. Either way, she felt a warm spurt escape into her panties without warning, and it was all she could do to clamp down and avoid allowing it to turn into something more.
As she felt the damp spot cool, she was grateful that it had not been enough to leak through. Still, that was a bad sign. If she was already starting to lose control, that meant that she really didn't have much time left at all. She could leak again at any moment and, if she did, she might not be able to stop it from continuing that time. She nearly whimpered, but held back, remembering that her microphone might still be on and pick up the sound.
It was beyond her control now and she had to fidget and squirm occasionally, blocking be damned. That was the only way to prevent another leak from occurring, and she was still afraid that it would be impossible to stop it if it started. Even so, she was beyond the point where fidgeting really helped and even squeezing her thighs together didn't do much for her.
And so she was not able to prevent the second leak from occurring, and it lasted longer than the first. She was lucky enough to be able to get it to stop, but she was sure there had to be a small damp patch on her clothes. Hopefully nothing visible from the audience, but still enough to cause her worry. There was no way she was going to make it at this rate.
But she was still trying so hard, holding back as best she could, even knowing that there was just no way. Admitting defeat almost seemed worse than losing completely, but it really didn't matter in the end. The outcome was the same either way, and either way she would end up humiliated beyond belief.
Her third leak was inevitable, and she was sure that the spot left by this one was incredibly visible, but what could she do about it? There was still a whole scene left until the intermission, and she was already at her very limit. Her legs shook as she clenched her fists, unable to even speak. It came time for her character to respond to something that Lola's character asked, and she said nothing.
“What's wrong?” asked Lola, trying to improvise. “Are you nervous about something?” It so figured that she would try to save the scene that Carla was about to horribly butcher with something beyond her control.
“I...” she said, trying in vain to say something that would cover this up. But that was all she could say before her struggle reached its peak and she felt her body give in to the demands of her bladder. She groaned in defeat as her final shred of resistance fell and she felt a hot spray flooding her panties.
Her knees buckled as it ran down her legs, in plain sight of every last person in the audience, forming a puddle on the stage where she stood. A hush fell over everyone onstage as they realized what was happening, and she was mortified to realize that her microphone was picking up the splashing sound of the liquid hitting the hard wood of the stage.
And the audience just watched, in as stunned of a silence as her fellow actors and actresses. Worst of all was Lola, staring at her with a look of pity in her eyes. Carla hadn't wanted any of this to happen, but she had wanted Lola's pity least of all. She would have glared, but their were tears welling up in her eyes.
But Lola did feel bad for her, and knew that she would have hated to have something like that happen, especially given how public it was. She tried to think of something she could do to help and save the scene, but only one thing came to mind. If she made it look like that was supposed to happen and could improvise around it...but the only idea she got with that involved putting herself in the same situation.
But if that was the only answer, that was what she would have to do. So she relaxed and felt a warmth spreading between her legs as she began to wet herself on purpose. It did not take long for a dark spot to appear on her clothes and for everyone to realize that she was doing exactly what Carla had done.
She gave a melodramatic sigh of relief, speaking some line in-character about how Carla's character had had the right idea and about how she felt so much better now. The others onstage began mumbling their agreements, always staying loyal to the show, even when they had no idea what they were doing.
Ella gave her an inquisitive look and she nodded, answering the silent question. Her friend sighed but gave in and began to purposefully wet herself as well. The audience was still completely stunned, witnessing not one, but three girls wet themselves onstage, in the middle of a performance. It was too many for the audience to believe it was a fluke, but so realistic they had to wonder if it was all a performance or not.
Either way, Carla had not been the only one to do it, and would not be the only one to face the shame, if there even was any to face. Lola had plans to continue improvising after the intermission, to hopefully continue to play all of that off as just another part of the show. So as the first act came to an end, the three girls hurried offstage to change, all of them grateful that they had a different costume for the second act.
And so Lola and Ella felt good that they had helped Carla out, and began to talk with the other cast members about how to play this off and Carla pretended as if she had been in on it the whole time. Internally, she was seething, thinking about how she would have to get Lola back double for this, but she was secretly just a little bit grateful. Not that she would ever admit it. |
It was a nice sunny day at the Duel Academy.Too bad the students were stuck in Dr Crowler's class.Jaden was beyond bored and he barely listened to what the effeminate teacher was saying,since he was more focused on the beautiful Alexis who stood in the top raw,looking so pretty today.However,she seemed quite distracted.
Actually,she looked more like she needed to go pee,especially with her bare long legs crossed together tightly in an elegant lady-like way,trying to focus on the lesson without attracting attention to her.
The poor girl had no chance to pee this morning since she overslept and when she woke up she was almost late for the class,so she dressed up quickly and rushed to the bathroom,only to find it occupied by her two female roommates,Jasmine and Mindy,who were taking a shower.
Alexis had no time to wait for them and the only thing she could imagine was how angry Crowler is gonna be if she was late for class,so the girl left without peeing and headed straight for the class.
Now Alexis knew that there's no way in hell for Crowler to let her leave him classroom since he was the strictest teacher in the whole academy.
She began to shift a little in her place.Her bladder felt so full and swollen at the point where it felt like it's gonna burst at any moment - a trip to the restroom was all poor Lexi needed in that moment,but the only way she could relieve all that pressure was if she asked Dr Crowler's permission to let her use the bathroom,but the girl refused to do it,not only because it was embarrassing,but she was convinced the mean teacher won't let her go,considering that every student who asked his permission in the past had been denied.
Alexis was sitting in her place,with her legs crossed,occasionally shifting or squirming.Sometimes she felt like she wasn't even able to sit still anymore,forget paying attention to the class.
At one point,the pressure from her bladder got so insufferable she had no choice.
The blonde-haired Obelisk Blue girl raised her hand :
"What is it,Miss Rhodes?" asked Crowler on his usual unfriendly tone.
"Sir,may I please go to the ladies's room?" asked Alexis red from embarrassment.
"No,my class is not over yet!" replied the girly man annoyed.
Alexis sat down being at the point where she was almost gonna cry,seeing how unsimpathetic the teacher was.However,Alexis was a strong female and she didn't want to be seen crying at everyone's eye.
'Crowler should be reported at the Academy for not allowing the students to go to the bathroom' thought Alexis.
She decided that asking one more time wouldn't hurt,definitely not worse than how her bladder hurt in that moment.If he's gonna deny her permission again,she'd just warn him she's gonna pee in his classroom,there was no other choice left.
"Sir,I'm really not feeling well.May I please go to the bathroom?" said Alexis trying to hide her desperation.
"Miss Rhodes,at your age,you are supposed to be able to wait till the end of the class!" screamed Crowler loudly.
'Oh,now he really said it! How would he like if I'd take my panties off and piss right here in his classroom?' thought Alexis.
She blushed terribly at this obscene unladylike thought.No,she was a proper lady! She couldn't even think about doing something like this.
She sat herself down and placed one hand in her skirt,hoping no one would notice how badly she needs to go.
In that moment,every boy stopped paying attention to the class,focusing on the beautiful desperate Alexis.The thought of seeing Alexis Rhodes,the hottest girl in the whole academy desperate for a piss was a dream come true.Just the simple thought of her having an accident made every male had a boner in their pants.
Jaden was there too and despite the fact he never wanted to admit that he has an omorashi fetish,deep inside he had one.But he was also feeling bad for the poor girl.He knew how mean Crowler tended to be sometimes and he certainly wanted to help.Chazz was smirking with pleasure at her as well.Alexis noticed all the unwanted attention the male student were giving her.
'Those,damn perverts and their weird interests! Why can't they just act normal for once? thought Alexis to herself.
Jaden was obviously feeling sorry for Lexi.He knew how difficult is for Crowler to change his mind.It was also quite rude and even unkind of him not allow a lady to use the restroom.
Jaden wanted to get up and defend Alexis,but considering that Crowler hated him even more,that definitely wouldn't help her too much.
It seemed that after a few minute,Alexis's urge to pee grew so much that crossing legs wasn't helping anymore.She began shifting,fidgeting and bouncing slightly in her seat.
What was worse was that now Crowler was taking about water-type cards.
"And now,class,we'll talk about the 7-stars water type monster 'Tidal Dragon Ruler of Waterfalls" explained the teacher.
At the simple hearing of the word 'waterfall' Alexis felt like she's gonna leak in her panties at any moment.Her bladder was beating and the unimaginable amount of yellow liquid that was containing it was sloshing constantly wanting to escape.
Well,now she definitely knew that the 'myth' with the running water increasing your urge to pee was true.
"As you may know,this monster destroys 2000 points of your opponent's card by simply splashing high-pressured water at them" said Crowler.
Alexis couldn't take it anymore.The urge to urinate was too extreme and all these 'watery' thoughts weren't helping either.
"There's also the trap card called 'Torential Reborn' which can be activated per turn and as you can see,this card looks like a flowing waterfall' he explained to the class.
While Crowler was explaining,Alexis tried her hardest not to listen to it.Thinking about waterfalls was pure torture with a full bladder.
"Miss Rhodes,are you paying attention to the class? If yes,explain to the class what was the purpose of the card I was talking about." yelled Crowler from the top of his lungs.
The girl had no idea what she was gonna say.She tried her hardest not to listen to it,so she obviously didn't know the answer.
"I'm sorry,doctor.I wasn't able to pay attention.I'm not feeling very well if you'll excuse me." said Alexis,trying to explain,but it mostly seemed like she was talking with the walls.
Jaden decided it's time to step in and help his friend with the problem.She definitely needed help right now.
'Come on,teach! Let her go to the bathroom already! She's a lady after all." said Jaden,hoping it would work.
'Hey,you slifer slacker.How dare you try to get away from my rules.DETENTION FOR YOU BOTH!' yelled Crowler.
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Alexis really appreciated Jaden's help and she thanked to god that there are males out there who aren't complete perverts,but it seemed that his help has given her more trouble than actually helping.Her bladder was screaming for relief.It seemed like all the liquids she drank the previous night without remembering to use the toilet before going to sleep,that water-bottle she choked on her way to class and the inability of peeing before waking up were playing against her this time.
Holding in your morning pee was one of the most insufferable things to do.It was almost impossible.This wouldn't have happened if she'd went to sleep earlier.Then,she'd wake up earlier and have enough time to use the bathroom.But being a hard-working student like she was required plenty of learning and late night study sessions.Now she didn't only have to wait for the class to finish,but she also had to wait another 2 hours of detention.
Jaden never intended to give Lexi more problems,but it just happened.The fact that Crowler hated him more than anyone apparently gave a punishment for both of the students.
Crowler kept talking about the water-type cards lesson.Jaden was almost asleep,while Alexis was at the point of crying from all that liquid torture.Her bladder was at the point of bursting all over Crowler's clean expensive wooded floor.She tried to hold it,but in that moment the pain was unimaginable.She kept fidgeting in her seat,while some of the boys had their tongues sticked out,some others stopped paying attention to the class and began gazing with pleasure at her,others were laughing at her hoping she'd wet herself for their own pleasure.The female students on the other hand,were feeling sorry for their roommate and they were angry on how insensitive the boys were acting towards a lady.
The Obelisk Blue Queen wanted to get up and slap those perverts who dared to find her suffering arousing.One guy,named Terence,from the Obelisk Blue dorm got near her and whispered in her ear :
"Hey,babe.Would you like to wet yourself for your papa?" replied Terence with a pervy smirk on his face.
Without thinking anymore,Alexis slapped the male student,giving him a lesson for once.However,her slap was so loud it attracted Crowler's attention.
"Miss Rhodes! Your behavior just made you win another hour of detention!" yelled Crowler in his usual high-pitched way.
"Wait,sir! I'm the one who started the conflict,shouldn't I get detention as well?" asked Terence smiling.
The thought of seeing Alexis desperate for another 3 hours was so tempting.Not to mention all the ways he's gonna torture her.
"You're right,Terence! Detention for you too!" replied Crowler.
Alexis felt tortured.This was by far the wort day in her life.She didn't like not being allowed to pee and the thought of a person getting sexual arouse from seeing her desperate to go was even more disgusting to her.Similar to when three male students were peeking at her when she was showering and wanted to post the pictures on the internet.Fortunately,those guys got caught and reported to the academy for acting like total peeping toms.
Soon,the class finished and all the students went outside while Alexis,Jaden and Terence remained in Dr Crowler's class for detention.
3 hours of detention - this sounded like an eternity for Alexis's water-filled bladder.Terence was still smirking with pleasure at her and the rain just started outside.Oh,no! That's just what she needed - more water temptations.
A group of male students refused to leave the classroom.All they wanted was to remain in there and watch at the beautiful desperate-for-the-ladies's-room Alexis.
"Hey,why are you still here? Go away!" screamed Crowler at the remaining students.
"Oh,come on,sir! I don't think we could do any harm if we stay here for at least 1 hour.And after all,we weren't that quite throughout the class as well.We kept talking and chatting.We barely even listened to the lesson.Can we stay,please?" asked the guys doing the puppy eyes.
"As you may know,I won't allow anymore requests from students to allow them to stay after hours.So,now go away!" yelled Crowler.The boys quickly ran out,not wanting to get in trouble with their teacher once again.
Once the boys left,Alexis just realized that she was at the point of leaking in her clothing.She was in fact,for the first time,scared by the thought of humiliating herself in front of her teacher and classmates.
She decided asking one more time,before Crowler would have locked the door.
"Sir,may I please go to the washroom? I'll be right back for detention,I promise" asked Alexis,hoping Crowler would have a change of heart.
"After all you've done,Miss Rhodes,don't even think of asking me that one more time.No bathroom breaks for you till the end of this detention! An by the way,many students tried this to get away from my punishments many times.It never worked!" replied the teacher,taking the class's key and closing it.Then,instead of putting it in his pocket,he threw it out the window.The thought of giving his students the hope of being able to unlock the door was too much for him.He wanted to see them suffering!
"Don't worry.Someone will pick it up at one point or another.Well,that's what I hope" explained Crowler ,while watching at the falling key.
Lexi felt like she was gonna burst in tears at any moment.The urine from her bladder was DEMANDING to be released.
Terence was standing in one of the top raws with Alexis and getting closer to her,he whispered mockingly :
"Don't worry,Alexis.What could possibly go wrong having me around? Just try not to think about waterfalls,rivers,oceans,dripping faucets,toilets,peeing,shhhh sounds.And oh,try especially not to think about LEMONADE.You know,that yellow liquid whose color resembles the one the liquid you want to release has.I just love pouring lemonade in a glass.It sounds and looks similar with act of peeing in a toilet.I think it's mostly due to the color but the sound is very similar too : it's something like 'pisssssssssss shhhhhhhhh woooshhhhh tttzzzzzzzzzz'.And then when the lemonade glass is almost empty,small drops come out,similar to when you almost finish peeing,something like 'drip drip drip drip drip'.Ow,man! The rain seems to be a good peeing sound-alike.It's kinda like when you have to go so bad after a long road trip and when you finally find a bathroom,you begin peeing so much that you think it'd never stop.But also,the feeling is so good.You've been waiting for so long and your bladder was in pain during the long trip and that one bathroom you found offered you so much sweet relief and you're all like 'ahhhh,relief!'.By the way,did you know I was in Brussels with the class back when I was in middle school? There we saw Manneken Pis,a statue with a peeing little baby.I'm not kidding : it's practically a statue whose main theme is peeing.Not to mention the sound is so splashy it will make you have to go even if you already went and..." Terence was going to continue,but suddenly...
"WILL YOU SHUT UP ALREADY!" screamed Alexis,not being able to take it anymore.
"Alexis Rhodes, now you have just given yourself an your classmates 4 hours of detention." announced Crowler angrily.
"But,I..." said Alexis,trying to explain.
"DON'T YOU DARE TO CONTRADICT ME! Now you made it 5 hours.Do you want to make it 6?" explained Crowler,hoping he made himself clear.
"No,sir!" said the blonde-haired girl sitting herself down,almost in tears.
"Awwww.Don't worry,Lexi.I'm not mad on you because you made our detention longer.Fortunately we can spend our time listening to this video I found on Youtube.It's called '5 hours of dripping water for relaxation'.That sound perfect,doesn't it,Alexis? Here,I'll put it on right now!" said Terence.
The sound of tricking water was pure tortures for the poor girl's bladder. |
Cronos was hoping up and down holding his crotch,while making his way to the Obelisk Blue dorms to use the facilities.Poor Cronos was dying to take a leak when he finally reached the dorms.He just came from a concert and he had absolutely no chance to pee in there since all the bathrooms were too dirty for his refined tastes.It was terrible for Cronos and he ended up holding it for the all night.
What was worse was that the sprinkles just activated in that moment and they produced and they produced a loud tricking sound that was impersonating really well the sound of urinating.Cronos felt like he just can't take it anymore and rushed quickly to the dorms,hoping he'd find relief in there.
But then,the poor man was in shock when he found out that the door was locked.He almost wanted to scream.The pressure on his bladder was too much and small tears began forming in his beautiful grey eyes.He decided to call some of the other teachers to help him out in this awful situation.
He first called Chancellor Semajima,hoping he was home.Oh,no.He wasn't home at Saturdays,he should have known.But maybe Professor Daitokuji would help him out.He took the phone and tasted his number.While he was waiting with the phone at his ear,Cronos was bouncing and moving his legs,crossing them a bit to make sure the pee won't escape.
"Buongiorno,Signore Daitokuji! May I please speak to you for a moment,na no ne?" asked Cronos,looking beyond uncomfortable.
"Oh,sure.What is it?" responded Daitokuji on his usual calm tone.
"Listen,I'm locked out of the Obelisk Blue dorms and I don't have they key.Can you help me? I'm really having a problem right now,na no ne!" explained Cronos,barely being able to talk from all the pressure his bladder contained.
He should have mentioned that he needs to go to the bathroom,but he didn't want to embarrass himself,so he decided to keep his mouth shut.
"Oh,I'm so sorry,Cronos-kun.I can't come in there.I'm taking care of Pharaoh today.Bye!" replied Daitokuji closing the phone rudely in Cronos's face.
Poor Cronos-sensei was now shaking from that insufferable need to pee.It was building up in his abdomen and a sharp pain formed down there.The pain was so strong it felt like his bladder is gonna rupture at any moment.
Maybe Emi Ayukawa,the headmistress of the girl's dorm,would be more understanding.
"Hello,Signora Ayukawa! It's me,Cronos-sensei.I have a problem,na no ne!" said the effeminate man.
"What is it?" replied Emi from the other line.
"Well,you see,I just came from a concert and I wanted to enter into the boy's dorm,but I found it locked.I don't even have the key,na no ne" replied Cronos,benting over to reduce the pressure produced by the pee from his bladder.
"Oh,dear! Are you alright in there?" asked Signora Ayukawa,visibly concerned about the poor man's predictament.
Cronos sure was glad that someone cared about him,instead of rudely closing the phone in his face.
He didn't want to admit that he needs to pee,since all he could imagine was just how humiliating it would be,but since Signora Ayukawa seemed so nice and understanding towards him,he thought it wouldn't hurt to help her.
"And also,I think I might have another 'medical' problem,na no ne!" said Cronos,shifting from foot to foot,while bouncing a little.
"Sure,go ahead and tell me.I'm a nurse.Maybe I can help.Are you having a headache or something?" asked Emi in a worried tone.
"Well,no.I don't know how to tell you this,but...I actually need to use the restroom,really badly,and I don't know if I'm gonna make it.I'm outside and there's no place I can hide after,na no ne!" replied Cronos,keeping his hand tight in his crotch.
"Oh,no! You shouldn't hold it in if you need to go.It may cause serious infections later on.How do you feel?" asked Emi in shock.
"It hurts so much and I feel like my bladder is gonna blow,literally.I have nowhere to go and all the other teachers either weren't home either closed me the phone,na no ne!" explained Cronos,blushing deeply since he had never had to describe his urge to pee so detailed.
"This is not good.You can injure yourself if you keep holding it.I've heard many causes where people actually died due to urinal infections" replied Emi.
Cronos was really scared now.He never knew he can die from holding it in so long.
"So,are you gonna come and help me,na no ne?"
"What?! Are you nuts? Not now! I'm practicing for my sportive competition.Help yourself,you whiner!" responded Ayakawa rudely,closing the phone.
Well,Cronos definitely didn't expect this to happen.He almost felt hurt by the woman's harsh statement.He knew he couldn't call Professor Kabayama since he was participating in a chili-making contest,so there was no hope for him.
The poor blonde-haired man was so desperate to pee he thought he'd lose control at any minute.He tried to keep his legs crossed tightly and his mind focused on dry thoughts,avoiding anything water-related.
Maybe his 'precious' students would be much kinder.Cronos decided to call Manjoume,the best Obelisk Blue student to help him out.
"Buongiorno,Signor Manjoume! I have a problem,na no ne.I just got locked out of the...!" said Cronos in his tick Italian accent.
However,Manjoume interrupted him quickly before finishing his sentence.
"Hold it right there,lipstick-wearing freak! I'm arranging my duel deck right now! So if you need something,take it yourself! Cause I don't care in the slightest.Good bye!" replied Manjoume,also closing the phone in the teacher's face.Cronos was so angered by that student's behavior,but Manjoume closed the phone so fast,he couldn't even reply back to him.
Now the desperate teacher sat himself on the edge of the stairs with his legs crossed,hoping someone would come over soon with the key.Then,he'd be able to get in,use the bathroom and finally go to sleep after that exhausting night of concert.He got up and began looking through the transparent glass the door was made of,his eyes trying to find the bathroom door that was placed a little bit further to be seen,but he was still able to see a small glimpse of it.Tears began forming in his eyes,one side from the pain and the other side from the fake hope of relieving himself the small glimpse of the bathroom gave him.
Cronos sure hoped Signora Asuka from the Ladies's dorm would come and help him since she was on of his best students.
He decided to give another try,hoping this time he'd have luck.
While forming the number,Cronos was slightly bouncing with his hips crossed humming an Italian song to keep his mind 'off' his problem.
"Buongiorno! Signora Asuka!" replied Cronos,trying to hide the desperation in his voice.
"Oh,hello,professor! What is it?" asked Asuka,in her usual monotone voice.
"I just came from a concert and I found the dorm's door locked when I wanted to enter.I can't find the key anywhere,na no ne" replied Cronos.
"Can you hang on in there? I'll come in a second" said Asuka,preparing to leave.
"Oh,thanks.Signora Asuka,you are the kindest person I talked to during this time.Just hurry up,cause it's really cold in here" explained Cronos,benting over and fidgeting as much as he could.
Asuka had just opened her dorm's door to leave,when suddenly,her roommates,Junko and Momoe appeared.
"Asuka-sun,what are you doing? We are ready to go to shopping.Why aren't you ready yet?!" asked Junko,offended.
"I can't go! Professor Cronos is locked out of his dorm and I've got to help him" replied Asuka in her serious tone.
"And who cares about that damned transvestite anyway! Just leave him in there! He won't die if he stays outside for another 4-5 hours anyway" said Momoe,rudely.
"He said it's an emergency.We can't just leave him like this" replied Asuka concerned.
"Listen,are you coming with us or not? Cronos-sensei can wait.I don't care about him in the slightest anyway" said Junko,acting just as rude as Momoe.
Asuka couldn't find other way around,so she decided to go out with her female friends.After all,a few hours of shopping will probably help her relax.With that said,she took her phone and called Cronos back.
"Oh,signora Asuka,are you coming,na no ne?" asked Cronos who was doing a totally desperate pee-pee dance in that moment.
"Well,no.I'm not coming! Right now,I'm going with Junko and Momoe to the mall,but I guess 5 hours of fresh air wouldn't hurt you.Bye!" said Asuka,closing the phone on the same monotone voice she usually had.
Cronos was in pain.His overly full bladder was screaming for relief.He sure hoped no one was around,so he could do his pee-pee dance without fearing that someone is gonna see him.
Daichi Misawa from the Ra Yellow dorm was not only a great duelist,but he was also a really nice young man and Cronos knew he'd help him out of this terrible situation.
The professor began tasting Daichi's phone number,hoping he would respond.
"Oh,hi!" said Misawa on his friendly tone.
"Signor Misawa! I'm so glad you responded,na no ne! It's me,Professor Cronos de Medici.I'm outside,locked out of my dorm room,I don't have they and I'm dying to get in since devo andare al bagno,na no ne" explained Cronos,feeling that he can't take it anymore.He just had to admit his need to go at one point or another.He just hoped Misawa would be able to come in there as quick as possible,knowing how desperate the poor teacher was.
"Don't worry,Professor Cronos.I'll try to arrive as quick as possible so you can get in and relieve yourself" replied Misawa,obviously concerned about the teacher's health.
"Oh,thanks,Signor Misawa.Please,hurry up! I really need to go,na no ne!" replied the man hobbling up and down.
"Okay,just wait till Mr Kabayama's chili contest is over.This would be in 4 hours.You can wait right?" replied Misawa in a happy tone,not realizing the agony Professor Cronos felt in that moment.
"Oh,no! I can't wait that longer! This is a real emergency,na no ne" said Cronos,holding his crotch.
"There's nothing to worry about,sir! You can do it! Just try to distract yourself.This usually helps.Just try not to think about,you know,don't think about waterfalls,oceans,rivers,lakes,water fountains,flushing toilets,people peeing in urinals,lemonade,dripping faucets and oh,I just come out with something you shouldn't think about : try especially not to think about that peeing baby sculpture,Manneken Pis,I think it was called..."
Misawa had no time to finish his sentence since Cronos suddenly closed his phone,not being able to take it anymore.
All these water temptations certainly didn't help.All they did was to worsen up his strong urge to go.Cronos placed both of his hands on his crotch,trying to keep all that pee inside.
Professor Cronos was obviously feeling uncomfortable to call Yuki Judai from Osiris Red dorm to help him out since he didn't have a very good opinion on the Osiris Red students,but his bladder certainly had no other choice.If he didn't call someone right in that moment,he would probably end up peeing his pants.Cronos just couldn't imagine the embarrassment he'd suffer if he did that.
With that said,he took the phone and formed Judai's phone number.Despite the fact it was afternoon,Judai was still sleeping with Shou in the Red dorm,when suddenly,the phone ringed.
"What is this,aniki?" asked Shou,sleepily,not wanting to wake up.
"I think someone just called me.Let me check!" with that said he took the phone and responded.
"Signor Judai,it's me,Professor Cronos.Where are you right now,na no ne?" he asked
"Oh,hi Cronos-sensei! I'm just in my dorm with Shou.What happened?" asked Judai cheerfully.
"I'm in a really desperate situation,na no ne! I just got locked out of my dorm room and I'm dying to get in.I can't find my key anywhere.Can you please come in there to open the door,na no ne?" asked Cronos,shifting his legs back and forth.
"I'm sorry,sir.I can't come in there right now.It's not that I'm stuck with something,but I'm so tired and Shou will probably get scared if I leave him alone.But don't worry,someone will come at you and let you in at one point or another.Maybe today,maybe tomorrow,maybe never.Don't worry! Someone will certainly come at you! Bye,Cronos-sensei!" greeted Judai happily,closing the phone and coming back to sleeping.
The poor man was practically crying right now! Why did all of his students were so mean to him? All Cronos wanted in that moment was to get in his dorm,relieve himself in the bathroom,eat something and go to sleep.
That concert was exhausting and he drank so much coke.The organizers of the concert offered it to him and,not wanting to seem impolite,he had no choice but to drink it.Also,excusing himself to go to the bathroom in the middle of a festivity was just rude,so he decided to stay in there and wait till the concert was over.
Once it was over,Cronos headed towards the bathrooms,but he was shocked to see how disgusting and dirty the men's room was,so he left instantly without using it.It was awful! And now,once he arrived to the dorms,no one wanted to open him the door.
Just then,Tome-san came in to clean up the dorm.Cronos was so happy to see her.He couldn't believe someone was actually there!
Finally,Tome-san would open the door and let him in,so he could experience that nice heavenly feeling of relief when all the bladder's muscles relaxed and let it all out.The feeling of finally being able to let it out after holding it in for so long was amazing! Cronos tried to get these thoughts out of his mind,otherwise he'll end up peeing himself due to so many temptations.The fact that someone was finally there was all that mattered for Cronos.
"Tome-san,it's so good to see you,na no ne! Would you mind if you'd open the door for me? I have been stuck in here for hours.I'm really having trouble right now,na no ne!" asked Cronos,happy to seer her.
But Tome-san was so busy in that moment that she didn't respond.Once she opened the dorm's door with the key she began cleaning it up quickly.
At the sight of the open dorm,Cronos rushed to get in to use the bathroom,but Tome-san came back so fast he had no time to do it.She took the key and locked back the dorm right after she finished cleaning it up.
"Excuse,Tome-san,but would you min opening the door once again,na no ne? I really need to get in to take care of ... something." asked Cronos,who despite the cold temperature outside,he was sweating from all the nervousness his urge to pee caused him.
"What are you saying? I had just finished cleaning it up and now it has to dry off.No one is allowed to enter in there for the next 3 hours." explained Tome-san leaving,while humming a song to herself.
Once Tome-san left,Cronos sat himself on the edge of the stairs's dorm,placed both of his hands on his crotch and began crying in pain.Nothing was worse than that awful feeling of having to hold it in an not being able to let it go.The fake hope of being so close to relieve himself didn't help either.Now,there was no chance for him to make it in time.Hot tears began dripping from his eyes down his cheeks.It was just so much pain for him.He was obviously doing everything possible to hold it in.Now,his bladder was so full those methods were no use.
Suddenly,a huge torrent of pee began reversing from his bladder,completely soaking his pants,dribbling into his boots and producing a really audible gushing sound.It took him a whole minute to let all that urine out of his bladder,while crying and blushing in embarrassment.It felt so relieving to let all that pee out,but wetting himself like this was certainly NOT something to be happy about.This was so gross and inappropriate,not to mention this day had already become one of hi worst! A huge yellow puddle formed beneath his feet.Oh,no! Everyone would be able to see it once they come back! Cronos sat himself down in the puddle and began crying so much at the point where he couldn't even stop.His eyes were red from so many tears and he felt like he was gonna have a heart attack from the shock that wetting produced him.He was still shaking now,both from the cold weather and from the shock he just had.
What was worse was that the dorm will be closed for another 3 hours,which meant he was gonna have to wait another 3 hours in that cold autumn wind.It was so freezing and chilly,not to mention the possibility of catching a cold if he stood wet outside.All the poor man could think about was getting into the dorm,taking off those soggy wet clothes,taking a nice hot bath to clean himself up and changing into a new set of clothes.
Unfortunately,Cronos knew this was not gonna happen soon,so with tears in his eyes,he began waiting in the cold.
He was already couching and sneezing.Oh,no! It seemed he caught a cold already! |
This story, as the title implies, takes place in a universe in which pokemon trainers catch and train pokemon gijinka in place of animal-esque monsters. Since there won't be any pet Skitty or Miltank farms, there will be mentions of actual animals, as it would be rather odd if humans were the only creatures in the world.
You should probably note that there won't be omorashi in every single chapter. While the first chapter does have a minor wetting scene, I would like there to be actual story and character development rather than nothing but gratuitous panty wetting. That being said, omorashi will certainly be included throughout the story.
I should warn you ahead of time; this story will, eventually, contain sexual content, yuri, and probably some very light BDSM. I'll be sure to put warnings at the begining of chapters that need them, as well as recaps at the start of the chapters that follow, so avoiding anything that might squick you shouldn't be too much of a problem.
I am not going to explicitly state how old the characters are, however I pictured them to be around sixteen to eighteen while writing this. However you imagine them is fine; I just don't want anyone accusing me of pedophilia.
Lastly, despite what she calls Sachi and Sachi's father, Daichi is not related to them in any way. She's a pokemon. I'm guessing you all realize that, but I just wanted to make it clear that it's only a nickname in case it tripped anyone up.
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This chapter (obviously) contains omorashi.
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"You're going to like it here," Sachi's father rambled as the moving van pulled up in front of the house. Sachi's watch flashed 1:30 AM, but outside, the sun was just beginning to set; if the jet lag was anything to go by, the girl was already beginning to dislike Sinnoh.
A week before, Sachi and her father left the familiar hustle of their home in Goldenrod City, now oceans away, over some new job opportunity tending to berries in Twinleaf. It wasn't that Sachi was particularly fond of Goldenrod — she had friends there, sure, and she'd grown quite attached to the trains outside her room at night and to the constant torrent of new faces and pokemon — but being uprooted from her city apartment and dropped in some quiet, barren little town hadn't exactly been on her bucket list.
On the floor at Sachi's feet, Daichi stirred and murmured in her sleep. The Eevee had been restless for most of the trip, though by some miracle, she'd fallen asleep on the way from the airport in Jubilife — Sachi wished they could have stayed in Jubilife longer; it was so much more like her old home than Twinleaf was — and Sachi had almost forgotten about her.
Now, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Daichi sat up.
"Onee-chan1?" she murmured sleepily. Her left ear flopped lamely over one chocolate eye. Earning no response from her trainer, she extended a shaky hand upwards and tugged urgently on the leg of Sachi's pants.
"Onee-chan?" she repeated. "I have to pee."
"Huh? Oh. Can you hold it?" Sachi asked. Her father had gotten out of the van and was busy unloading boxes. Taking that as her cue to help, Sachi elbowed open the door, swung down to the dirt road below, and turned to help the pokemon down.
Daichi frowned.
"I'll try," she whispered.
The air outside was warm and fragrant with spring, and almost immediately, Sachi sneezed. Compared to Goldenrod, the town was a backyard; to one side, several small houses sat together in scattered wooden clusters. Twinleaf was flanked on three sides by woods and tall, thick grass; there were no stores or hospitals or a Pokemon Center to speak of. Two small children ran in the grass a few meters away with a grey-haired, winged pokemon that Sachi couldn't name but recognized from textbooks and brochures.
Sachi grabed a small box absentmindedly from the top of the stack and handed it to Daichi.
"Take that in and set it on the floor," she ordered. She'd been banking on her new neighbors and their pokemon to help unload the van, but they were granted no such luck; sighing, she picked up another box labeled "kitchen" in sloppy red pen and started for the house.
"What's in that box, Daichi?" she asked when she was within earshot once more. Daichi had pushed the parcel to one side with her toe and was fidgeting nervously.
"Pokeballs, I think. Do we have a bathroom?"
"If it's pokeballs, give them here." Sachi bit her lip. "It's down the hall upstairs, I think. Will you be okay going up there alone?"
Daichi shook her head emphatically, eyes wide, and peered anxiously at the stairs.
"I don't need to go that bad," she mumbled.
By the time the boxes had all been moved in, it was long past sunset. Sachi busied herself counting light switches, testing faucets, and hauling her still-packed things up the steep, dark staircase to her bedroom. Her room itself was about as large as the studio apartment she and her father had shared back in Johto; she'd give it that much. The light worked, but barely, and she wished for a moment that she hadn't thrown away her old nightlight during the move; perhaps sixteen was too old to be afraid of the dark, but it certainly had its practical purposes.
There were four plain, wooden walls — Sachi resolved to hang posters over them later — that seemed free of insects and mold, at least. The floor was carpeted a dark greyish-green that Sachi normally wouldn't have minded if the room wasn't already dark and depressing as it was. She knew somewhere in one of the boxes there was a baby blue rug and some matching curtains. Perhaps that would lighten things up. And there were the white linens, too, and Daichi's giant pink teddy bear, and —
"Onee-chan? Otosan2 told me to see if you needed help."
Daichi leaned in the doorway with her hands curled around her skirt at her sides. She looked ready to cry. She started to enter the room, then hesitated.
"Oh. Um, if you could help me look for my —"
She was cut off mid-sentence by the soft patter of liquid on the carpet. Daichi was frozen on the spot, her face pale and tear-streaked, pee gushing down both legs and gathering in a pool at her bare feet. One hand still grabbed futilely at her crotch through her skirt; not until her stream died down did she let that hand fall to her side. Her knees buckled beneath her and she half-fell half-sat in her own puddle.
"'M sorry," she sniffled after a moment. She was trembling like a leaf — though whether it was from fear of punishment or from relief Sachi wasn't sure — and her cheeks had gone from pale to bright red.
Sachi looked away sheepishly.
"It's fine," she said. "These carpets are shit, anyway. Why don't we go find the bathroom and wash up for dinner? I'll take care of the mess."
"Okay..." Daichi breathed. She stood, still shaky, the back of her skirt dripping, and the two made their way down the hall to the bathroom.
"Onee-chan?" Daichi asked when the bath had filled and she was submerged to her neck in soapy water.
"Hm?"
"I want to go home."
Sachi cupped filled a cup with hot water to rinse the soap from Daichi's hair.
"I know, Chi," she sighed. She ran her thumb across the edge of Daichi's ear, smirking at the squeal it elicited.
"Onee-chan? We should go exploring tomorrow."
"I have been meaning to fill that old Pokedex Dad gave me," Sachi thought out loud. She pulled the plug on the bottom of the tub and unfolded the towel she'd brought in from her room.
"So we can?"
"Yeah, alright," she agreed as she lifted Daichi out of the tub. "You'll have to wear one of my old shirts while your clothes are in the wash. Dad said he'll order pizza, if they'll even deliver it to the middle of nowhere."
"I heard there's a lake. Can we go?"
Sachi grinned.
"Of course. We can travel this whole damn continent, if you want."
"I do."
"Then it's settled." Sachi braced herself against the edge of the tub and stood. "Get dressed and meet me downstairs. Tomorrow, we'll explore."
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Chris sat by him as he took in Josh’s tired appearance. “You can sleep if you want.”
“I’m fine staying up more than I normally do to keep you company,” he replied as he leaned on his friend. Josh struggled to keep his eyes open and to pay attention to everything around him. He yawned and slowly fell asleep.
Chris smiled and ran a hand through Josh’s hair. He leaned against the wall and thought about how he could get somewhere safer setup for them. It would take a while for him to do it on his own since he wanted to build it during the day. Chris sighed and looked around for anything to do.
Josh shifted in his sleep and wrapped his arms around Chris. He laid his head against his neck, not knowing he was preventing him from doing anything. A purr started resonating through his chest as he got comfy and fell into a deeper sleep.
Chris jumped, startled by the sudden purring. He looked down at Josh and chuckled. His friend was definitely getting weirder by the minute. It was going to be a long day without moving. He sighed and tapped the floor with his hand.
It wasn’t until early evening that Josh started to wake up and let go him. He yawned and cracked his back. Josh got up and looked around. Chris had fallen asleep and was snoring quietly. He snorted and started making his way out of his hole.
“Time to go hunting again,” Josh muttered as he disappeared into the woods. He didn’t return until the moon was halfway in the sky. Josh grunted as he dragged a huge elk back to his nest.
Chris coughed as he woke up and quickly looked around the room. He took a few deep breaths and slowly calmed down. It took him a moment to realize that Josh was missing and briefly glanced at the hole in the roof before deciding to wait for him to return.
Josh threw the elk into the hole and snickered as he heard his company scream.
“Sorry about that,” he said as he hopped down.
“Why would you throw that down here when I’m here?” Chris questioned as he looked over the elk.
“I was just returning from hunting it and I thought you would be hungry after being here all day,” he answered, briefly staring at the elk.
“You could have warned me before doing it,” he muttered as he sat back down with a small squirm.
“I thought you were still going to be asleep when I got back,” Josh retorted. He easily got started to skin the elk. “Could you please start a small fire so we can cook some of this meat for you.”
Chris nodded and gathered a bit of tinder while trying not to squirm too much. He would die of embarrassment if Josh found out he had to use the bathroom. It took him a couple of minutes to find enough tinder together for a small fire and he brought it over by his friend.
Josh hummed as he skinned the elk with his claws and cut the head off. He paid no attention to Chris all the while. His humming helped calm himself as he saw a small flame appear next to him.
“You could have made the fire a little further away from me.”
"I'm just working with what little space we have," Chris responded. He added a little bit more tinder to keep the fire going before looking at the skinless elk.
"Still doesn't mean that it has to be that close to me," Josh growled as he gestured to the small space between him and the fire.
Chris sighed and pouted. "Why are you a bigger dick than normal?"
"It's just the way I've always been," he replied under his breath. Josh stuck large chunks of meat on sticks and shoved them in the ground by the edge of the fire. He moved back to the elk corpse and started to eat it.
Chris gagged and turned his head towards the meat cooking over the fire. He tried to ignore the fact that his best friend had enough strength to kill if he wasn’t careful. His body gave a shudder and he leaked quite a bit.
Josh’s nose twitched at the sudden smell of ammonia filled the tiny space. His gaze automatically snapped to the tall blonde bent over and holding himself.
“Why didn’t you tell me that you had to go?” Josh questioned.
“I thought you would laugh at me,” Chris mumbled in return as he twisted his legs together.
“It’s not safe to go outside right now, so you’ll have to go in the corner. I promise not to look,” Josh said honestly as he turned his back to the blonde.
Chris whimpered and slowly shuffled over to the only corner of the room. He struggled to get a lot of his heavy layers out of the way before the floodgates opened on their own.
Josh smiled and snickered quietly as he heard the blonde moan in relief. He could hear liquid hitting the ground like a waterfall. It was a little uncomfortable to be in the same space, but he would try to make it bigger.
He rested his head against the cold wall and a dark blush spread over his face as he kept going. His stream kept going for a couple of minutes before dying down. Chris quickly fixed his clothes before turning around and looking at Josh.
“You can look again,” Chris said softly as he looked at the ground.
“You definitely should have gone sooner and this could have been avoided,” Josh reprimanded. “It’s something everyone does.”
“It’s just really embarrassing to have someone else know though,” he grumbled.
“Would it be better if you had an accident and got hypothermia from sitting in wet clothes?” he questioned.
“No, but it doesn’t matter now.” Chris sighed as he sat by the fire and and started eating the cooked meat. He kept his mouth full so he didn’t have to talk anymore.
Josh shook his head and decided to go see how strong his scent was around the cabin. He easily climbed out of the hole and looked around. His nose twitched and burned with the scent of another wendigo. A growl rose in his chest and he noticed the culprit still hanging around his last bit of scent. It didn’t notice him standing there and continued marking. He huffed and lunged lunged at it. The other wendigo finally raised it’s head and looked at him as his body collided with it. It screamed and tried to claw at him. Josh growled louder and clawed at it’s face. The other wendigo screeched and tried to get away from him. He jumped away from it and watched it run away.
He sighed and looked at the spot it had been marking. His mark was just about gone at the moment and it pissed him off. Josh had just marked it a couple of days ago, but had wore down so fast. It took a couple of minutes for him to get his pants undone with his claws. Now a days it was hard to tell when his bladder was full since he had to deal with permanent hunger and ‘The Rut’ every month. He sighed and rest his jumbled head against a nearby tree. His bladder was happy to finally be emptied and the liquid splashed against the ground. He cracked his neck as he went and kept looking around for any other signs of trouble.
It was only a minute or two before he heard the leaves rustle. Josh growled and stopped marking. He watched as Chris walked out of the brush.
“What are you doing out here?” Josh hissed.
“I was wondering where you went,” Chris responded.
“You could get killed if you stay out here,” he warned.
“I know, but I also got lonely.” he said quietly.
“I was only going to be out here marking the area for a few minutes,” Josh explained.
“That explains what you were doing when I found you,” Chris chuckled. He took Josh’s undone pants and the stained ground at his feet.
“They recently decided to try and take my nest. It’s probably going to get worse since your here now,” he said as he started walk towards the next spot he had to mark again. “You could go back to the hole.”
“But that’s so boring,” he whined as he followed Josh.
“You really need to learn what’s safe for you,” Josh sighed. He looked around to make sure no other wendigos were around before starting to mark again.
“How do you know you need to go through all this trouble all this trouble to mark again?” Chris asked, genuinely curious.
“I’m usually scouting the area at night and making sure it’s all still marked with my scent then remarking when it’s not,” Josh answered. His body sagged as he went and he didn’t really care that the blonde was watching him intently. It just felt way too good to care.
“And you were complaining about me not going,” Chris teased.
“My case is different since it’s usually the last thing on my mind with the way it works,” he explained. Josh stopped himself and walked along to the next marking spot. “I’m normally focused on eating and trying to deal with rut season.”
“What is the rut season?” Chris questioned as he trailed behind him.
“It’s basically mating season,” Josh responded. He easily started marking yet again.
“How do you deal with it then?” He questioned.
“I just ignored it until it ends since I’m all alone,” Josh shrugged.
“That must be painful after awhile,” Chris mused.
“Not really. You just grow used to it after a while,” he said indifferently. Josh knew that they should head back to his nest after this, but he wanted to go hunt some more.
“What would you say to getting a new cabin built?” he asked offhandedly.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to it, but I would rather keep my hole that contains my nest,” Josh responded honestly. “Why do you ask?”
“I was just wondering,” Chris said. He tried not to stare below Josh’s waist since he had heard about the mating season. It was difficult since he had realized how he felt about the rich kid a few days before coming to the mountain again.
Josh hummed and quickly finished marking. “Time to head back to the nest.” He fixed his pants the best he could at the moment before he started heading back towards the nest of his.
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This didn't take me very long and there's a few omo like scenes. I hope you all enjoy and as always, suggestions are happily welcomed. |
I recently got pokemon super mystery dungeon for the Nintendo 3DS and I FRICKEN LOVE IT! back to subject, I was thinking: elixirs are technically drinks right? and pokemon in your squad need to drink it often for PP right? So that le to my idea. This is going to be about Espurr's desperation, since she does kinda work with you and she's awesome. So here's the squad in the vid (AKA the squad I have in my game):
Zapp - Pikachu
Greene - Snivy
Espurr - Espurr
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Our journey starts in Poliwrath River, where the trio expedition members are travelling through the dungeon trying to find a special item for the expedition society. The only problem is, there's a lot of combat involved. Zapp and the gang had to go through a lot of fights, and it really drained their energy down.
(phew... I think that's the last of them. We should be good to go.)
"I hope you're right. These guys really know how to hit," Espurr said as she gulped down her 5th elixir. She used a lot of moves, and she had to keep her strength up. Unfortunately, this does not go well on the lower body. That elixir was starting to catch up to her, and she had to go pretty bad.
"Hey guys! I think I see it!" Greene said as he ran toward the object. He picked it up and it was indeed the item they were looking for. It was a mysterious device that is only known to be used for the pokemon nexus.
(Perfect! Now we can get going. Then we can catch our breath.)
"Well then, what are you waiting for Zapp? Let's warp out!"
Zapp activated the device made to warp you out of dungeons, but nothing happened.
(Erm... hold on a sec.) Zapp tried to get it to work, while Espurr was starting to feel more pressure build up on her bladder. She just kept her legs together and crossed them when the guys weren't looking.
(Uh... it's busted. We cant use it to get out.)
"Well let's just use an escape orb! We can warp out that way!"
(About that... we didn't pack any escape orbs.) They were pretty much trapped in Poliwrath River. (Hold on, i'll try to call the Pelipper island rescue team) Zapp said as he contacted the Starter Squad -which sounded cooler in their heads-
*Pelipper Island*
"Ah, doesn't get any better than this, eh guys?" Mudkip sighed.
"You got that right! kind of makes you want to take on a rescue mission." Chespin said, taking pictures of the scenery.
"GUYS! GUYS! We have a mission!" Cyndaquil yelled, running toward them. They looked at the message left from Zapp and set off for Poliwrath River.
*Poliwrath River*
(Alright, I contacted the rescue team and they said they would be here soon.)
'I hope soon enough.' Espurr thought to herself. Her bladder was giving her a hard time and she had to keep a hand in her crotch to keep control. Zapp said the Starter Squad should be there in half an hour.
*a few hours later*
"Uh... Zapp, I don't think they're coming," Greene said. "Maybe we should go fin them ourselves."
(Alright, let's set out. We're only getting closer to our knockouts.)
So they got up and went to find the way out themselves. Espurr was really desperate at this time and she could only last for a few more hours. Thanks to her bladder, she also was unable to fight, so Zapp and Greene had to do the fighting (sound familiar?). After some time, she absolutely couldn't keep still, pushing both hands in her crotch.
"Looks like the path splits in two here." Greene said, looking at both paths.
(Alright, here's the plan: i'll go right, Greene you go left. Espurr you'll be alright in here right?)
"Y- yeah, i'll be fine. you go on ahead." Espurr said. She was at the point where she leaked a drop, but it went in her fur, so the guys didn't see it.
"Alright, we're heading out. I'll get you soon." Greene said as the guys went out.
Espurr was right at the point of losing it! when the guys left, she hobbled as fast as she could to the wall, continuously leaking, and some getting on the floor. When she got to the corner, she bursted, removing her hands and letting her bladder release the contents nature forced out.
"O- oh thank mother of latios! ohh, that's better." She kept going for 3 minutes before it slowed to a trickle and stopped. Then she stepped off the puddle and shook her legs dry. Then Greene and Zapp went to get her.
"Hi Espurr! we found the exit!" Greene exclaimed, happy that they could leave. "Uh... what happened over there?" he said with a questioning look as he saw the large yellow puddle.
(Elixir spill maybe?)
"I guess that works. anyways, let's get back to town." Greene sai, walking to the exit. Zapp and Espurr followed behind.
(I know what happened, Espurr.) Zapp whispered, making sure Greene didn't overhear.
"oh... can you keep it between us? please, it's emberassing." Espurr whispered to Zapp.
(Sure. Nobody will know about that.)
And with that, they went out of Poliwrath River and back to Lively Town.
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This is a new story project about my OC Tera, who is a water nymph-human halfbreed and struggles to understand many things about the human culture and society...which often gets her in trouble, altough never as much as this time, as she finds herself in quite the unfortunate situation here.
There isn`t any omo in this part (unfortunaly) but there will be later^^
I hope you`ll like it. Oh, maybe one word of warning: English isnt my main language, so I apologize for any spelling and gramma mistakes, as well as the usual typos.
For those who want to know more about Tera, I created a profile about her on charahub with much of her personality and background story explained: https://charahub.com/character/502384/Tera
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Blue. Endless, pure blue sky as far she could see. No clouds, not even a hint of them. And high up, right in the middle a hot, merciless sun, slowly dehydrating her body. Not that Tera didn`t like the sun – under normal circumstances she had no problem with the warm sunrays which allowed all sorts of life to flourish on earth. But right now, the circumstances were far from normal. The most obvious sign was the fact that she was locked in a cage...on top of a large wooden cart, pulled by several horses. Not to mention the two squadrons of guards marching in front and behind the cart, all armed like they were going to war. How could they even walk like that? Every single one of them was wearing heavy armor, which, during hot days like this, probably caused them to sweat like crazy. Well, at least there was the chance that the men would pass out from dehydration then...at least she hoped so. But that was just another mystery about humans she didn`t understood – why were they doing that? Why they didn`t just removed their armor? It would be much easier for them to stand the heat. Of course this was only one of so many aspects about humans she simply couldn`t comprehend. The same lack of understanding was also the reason why she was locked in this cage at all.
"Can I have some water please? I really need something to drink, or I might pass out..." Tera squirmed a little – it felt unpleasant to talk, her entire throat was dry and it made her voice slightly hoarse. So far, she avoided any sort of communication during the entire transport. Except for her to scream at the guards to let her out during the beginning. Unfortunaly for her, none of the guards gave in to her pleas, so she decided to calm down and stick to what she was was taught by her parents, in case of human contact: talk as little as possible, don`t give them any information by accident! Right now however, she could no longer ignore her growing thirst. Hopefully someone would have some mercy...maybe?
"You should have thought about that BEFORE attacking all these farmers, fish-freak! Maybe this will teach you a lesson!" The guard gave her a spiteful smirk before grabbing a water bottle from his belt and started to slowly drink the content, making noises of pleasure.
Teras could feel a surge of glowing anger coming from deep within her body...this was just another proof how despicable humans were. How could she still feel sorry for them? Like due to the fact they were wearing this heavy armor? They deserved no pity! She probably should`ve killed all the farmers instead of just beating them up. That way, they couldn`t have told the guards in which direction she fled after the attack. Maybe she never would`ve been caught?! All just because she felt sorry towards humans, who felt no remorse killing plants and animals for their own, selfish needs.
She should probably-
"Here, have some of mine...but please, don`t drink it all, okay? I still need some for myself..."
Another one of the guards was walking right next to the cart, holding up his water bottle for her.
For a few moments she stared at him and sighed a little as she grabbed the bottle from the guards hand. And as quickly as that, her anger had vanished. Tera took a long sip, keeping the water in her mouth as long as possible before swallowing it slowly to make the most of it. She didn`t even care that the water was warm – right now, this one sip felt brought great relief to her.
Nontheless she avoided the temptation to just drink the remaining water, slowly moving the bottle away from her lips and handed it back to the young guard.
"Thank you...a lot..." How she could still smile now, despite the situation, was beyond her.
"No problem...oh, if that helps you – it won`t be much longer till we reach our destination...then they`ll move you off that cart."
Now that were some good news. Anything was better than this small cage. However, this still lead to one, very important question. Or rather, two: "Umm..where are you bringing me anyway? And what will happen to me there?"
The happy expression faded from the guards face and turned into pity.
"No one told you? We`re transporting you to Montera, one of the main cities of the empire! I don`t know what awaits you there, me and the others are simply here to guard you on the way there..."
A small moment of silence followed, while the young man tried to come up with something to cheer her up.
"Well, at least I don`t think you`ll be locked up in prison...or worse. If that would be the case, they would`ve locked you up back in Ardea already...you know, the village where you assaulted all these farmers."
Another akward moment of silence...
"Say...why did you do this anyway? What did these farmers do to you?"
Tera gave the guard another, careful glare, debating with herself whether or not she should answer him. The warning of her parents echoed back and forth inside her mind – talk as little as possible, don`t give them any information...
But, she couldn`t get into any more trouble than she already was, right? Maybe it was a mistake, but Tera decided to talk:
"They...burned down an entire forest to make room for their stupid wheat fields. I can`t tolerate that...this utter disrespect towards nature and the creatures who lived there! So I decided to punish them for what they did! It`s as simple as that!"
Her voice was trembling from anger as she was talking, because pictures of the burnt forest reappeared inside her mind...a dead, barren wasteland, covered in ashes...which was once a beautyful, green forest full of life. Destroyed by some greedy humans!
"I would do it again any time..."
As expected, her straight, cold answer seemed to shock the guard as his eyes widened a little.
"You wanted to hear the truth, sorry..."
The man nodded and slowly moved back to his comrades at the back of the convoy.
At least he gave her some information. Not too much but still better than nothing. Appearantly she wasn`t going to be executed or sent to prison – if the guard was correct. But what else could be waiting for her? Despite her otherwise great curiousity, Tera didn`t really want to find out what the humans had planned for her. But despite her best efforts, she just couldn`t think off a way to escape.
The cage seemed really sturdy, even with the great physical strength water nymphes possessed it would be nearly impossible to just bend these bars open. Especially now, while she was weakened from dehydration. No, escaping from that cage would not work. But would it really be wiser to just wait till they reached their destination? She knew nothing about this city of Montera the younger guard mentioned.
Tera hated cities anyway and did her best to stay away from them. Only once her curiousity lead her near the gates of a larger human settlement. She didn`t even went inside, as she was turned away right at the gates. Appearantly the fact she wasn`t wearing any clothes was a problem for some reason. Of course she understood that humans needed them for some reason, as they had no fur to keep themselves warm. To her however, clothes served no purpose. As a water nymph she spent large quantities inside or near water, they would just become wet and useless. Besides, she had a thick layer of skin to keep herself warm, there was absolutly no need for some sort of "artificial fur"
While she was sunken in thoughts, a sudden jolt went through the cart, followed by a loud crashing noise.
"Fffffffuuuuuuccck...."
One of the guards cursed as the cart suddenly tilted sideways, causing Teras cage to slide a few centimetres to the side.
"What happened?"
Another one of her wardens hurried over to the side of the cart.
"The damn wheel broke! We`re stuck!"
"You can`t be serious! How did that happen?"
"I dont know, that came out of nowhere..."
"Great, and now what? The cart can`t move like this!"
Tera watched the whole scene, silently hoping the argument would turn into a major fight between the men.
Unfortunaly the squad captain soon put an end to the dispute:
"Stop bickering! We need to get this fixed as quickly as possible!"
The captain unfolded his map and studied it for a few minutes, which Tera used to observe the surrounding area. There was a large field of potatoes to one side of the road but on the other side was a small creek. She gasped a little when she noticed it – if only she could get into the water somehow, she could get her strength back and try to escape.
Sadly she was still stuck in that cage which wasn`t even big enough to stand up.
"Alright. There should be a village not too far away from here! Private Gelford!"
One of the man stepped up, "Yes, sir?"
"You will go to the village and find someone to fix the broken wheel! You will bring them here at once! You have the highest order and you are allowed to use force if the villagers refuse! This convoy needs move on as quickly as possble, is that understood?"
"Sir, yes sir!"
Tera watched as the soldier saluted and then started heading further down the path until he vanished behind some bushes at the side of the road. Maybe this was her chance...if only she could get this cage opened before Gelford would be back...at least she had some time now to figure something out.
But more importantly...her throat was bone dry again. The sun was truly merciless today. But at least it wouldn`t be too much longer till sunset...
"Hey...hey you..." Tera noticed the young guard next to cage again and whispered as softly as possible.
Thankfully it was still loud enough for the guard to hear.
"Be quiet...I can hear you. Now, whats wrong?"
Tera hesitated for a moment, once again wondering if she should really trust this guy – and came to the same conclusion as before: what did she had to lose?
"Can you get me some more water? There is a creek right next to the road, you could fill your bottle there and give it to me...by the way, whats your name? So I don`t have to say "hey you" all the time."
A faint hint of disgust appeared on the guards face: "Wait, you want to drink the water from this creek? It looks all muddy and filthy...I wouldn`t do that if I were you. Oh and the name is Ian...but be careful if you call me like that, technically I`m not even allowed to talk to you...if the others notice you know my name, I`m already in throuble...thats also why I can`t risk just going over there to bring you some water. My comrades would notice...sorry."
So much about that. Tera let out another sigh – of course this would`ve been too easy. But on the other hand she could understand Ian. Why should he risk his position for her? It had already been unusually nice of him to share his water with her before.
"Listen..." Ian leaned himself closer to her cage, whispering while keeping a careful eye on the other guards who started setting up a camp in the nearby potato field, "...if you can wait till nightfall, maybe I can smuggle some water to you in the dark. But I make no promises. Hows that?"
A soft smile appeared on the young nymphes lips – in her current situation this was more than she ever hoped for...now she only had to wait for nightfall – and hope that the other guard –Gelford- wouldn`t be back too soon... |
Nightfall finally brought the long-awaited temperature drop. Together with a soft breeze, it made Tera feel at least a little better. Too bad this didn`t solve her biggest problem at the moment, because she was still trapped inside her cage and very, very thirsty by now. In fact, she was pretty sure the past hours were the single longest time she ever spent without drinking.
From time to time she glanced over towards her guards, who settled down near a campfire after setting up their tents. At least this gave her the confirmation that they would spend the night here after all. Most of her glances were directed to one particular guard tho – Ian, who was just enjoying his rations together with his comrades.
He didn`t forgot, did he? About what he told her? Sure, he gave her no promise, but Tera really tought she could`ve trusted him. Maybe Ian deceived her? Or maybe it was just her mind going crazy – after all, it wouldn`t be smart to disobey his captains orders right in front of everyone.
But Tera really needed some water soon – as a water nymph, she needed much greater amounts of liquids to stay hydrated than a human. Just as dehydration had much more severe consequences for her species as well. Her irritated, hoarse voice was only a minor problem compared to the other symptoms she would have to face soon, if she couldn`t rehydrate her body.
The itching was getting worse and worse. Tera squirmed, desperatly fighting the temptation to give in to the urge of scratching herself. She was smart enough to know this would only grant her a very brief relief before the itching would be back – and much more intense. No, she had to stay focused and keep her hands under control.
Deep inside her head she knew this was the next level of dehydration: her skin slowly drying out...
Even more important now she would finally get some water, otherwise there was a real chance she woul no longer be alive the next morning.
Unfortunaly the guards were still sitting around their small campfire – talking, laughing, eating...and so was Ian.
Weren`t they tired? They marched the entire day, wearing heavy armor...and they were supposed to take her to this city tomorrow, too. So why weren`t they going to sleep? It made no sense...just like the fact she was being transported to that city. Nothing made sense! What could these humans want from her? For the first time she wondered if it would`ve been better if they just killed her right away, instead of imprisoning her in this tiny cage where she was unable to move, unable to do anything but await her destiny...
"Ughh..." All these thoughts made her feel dizzy. Or maybe it was just another symptom of dehydration. Her vision started to become blurry...if only she could lay down, rest, maybe sleep to conserve what little energy she had left...but there wasn`t enough room in her cage, she was basically forced to sit or kneel in here.
She stared over to the guards one more time, expecting to see them sitting around the campfire like before.
However, much to her surprise, they were all standing now, looking up to the sky for some reason.
It was not until this moment, Tera noticed the faint rumbling noise which echoed through the sky.
Could it be...?
Slowly, she raised her head, looking up into the night above her..and gasped:
Just minutes ago, there had still been a full moon and stars – but now there were clouds were quickly covering up the sky...big, dark clouds with occasional lightning smashing into the ground.
Now, the wind was also picking up the pace. The so-far barely noticable breeze quickly turned into strong gusts, chasing across the flat land.
Tera couldn`t tell if this storm really came out of nowhere, or if she just didn`t noticed the first sings due to her fatigue. It didn`t really matter to her at this moment. All she knew that her long-awaited relief was here.
Not even a minute later, the first drip hit her dry, itchy skin...cool and refreshing....
Soon another drip landed on her, then a third one, a fourth one...and in the next moment, the sky opened it`s floodgates.
Along with a lightning firework, orchestrated by roaring thunder, the rain poured down from above, washing all over her body – it was bliss. Pure bliss.
Tera leaned back as much the small cage allowed her to, closed her eyes and opened her mouth as wide she could, swallowing as much of the intense downpour as she could.
And with each gulp, she could also feel her energy coming back, the dizzyness faded and the terrible itch all over her skin was soothed by the rain.
Tera couldn`t tell how long she had been sitting there, greedily savouring each drop of rain, completly losing her sense of time.
But after the most intense thirst had been quenched, she opened her eyes again, looking around.
Obviously, she was the only one enjoying the storm, as the guards were all hiding inside their tents and their campfire long gone, doused by the rain.
Just at this moment, a strong gust of wind blew of the tarpaulin from one of the tents. Tera watched as it flew higher and higher until it vanished inside the clouds.
Her sight went back to men, who now tried to hide inside the remaining tents, but there was just no room left.
Finally she no longer could suppress her laughter – this scene was just too funny to watch. And such well-deserved payback to those bastards who dared to keep her locked up in this cage.
Unfortunaly there was one thing, which somewhat dampened Teras joy – she was still trapped.
As rewarding it was to watch the guards trying to hide from nothing but rain, it still didn`t helped her to get out of her tiny prison.
She grabbed the cages metal bars, shaking them a little. No effect....of course not. Too bad this thing was made out of metal. If only it could be wood and she would be able to break it easily.
But coulds and woulds weren`t helping her now. She needed an idea, quickly. The thunderstorm had everyone else distracted, it was probably her last chance to escape.
Probably it would be best to start with the lock. She stretched her hand through the cage door, grabbing the large, iron padlock, dangling in the wind and gave it a closer look.
Just like the cage itself, it seemed quite sturdy and unlikely to be breakable by hand, even for a nymph.
If only she had something hard...like a rock...
There were plenty of them on and near the road, much like the one which caused their unplanned stop in the middle of nowhere.
Maybe if she...
Tera grabbed the cage again, shaking it a little harder this time, causing the whole metal construct wiggling back and forth for a few seconds. A smirk appeared on her face and she uses all her strength now, finally causing the cage to reach a critical tilt – and then fall of the cart with a loud, metal crash, causing the young nymph to be smashed against the wall in the process.
"Owww...", she moaned, holding her head. Everything was spinning for a few seconds but thankfully she wasn`t injured.
There was no time to waste now, the crash must`ve definitly gotten the guards attention, even through the storm. She took the next best rock and smashed it against the padlock hard.
A loud, dull noise echoed through the metal. Again! Another loud bang...and she could now hear footsteps, quickly coming closer.
"Come on, come one..." Now or never – she raised her hand as far the limited space allowed her – and used maximum force to smash the rock against the metal.
The rock shattered, with some of the fragments cutting deep into her skin. She clenched her teeth, at least the lock finally burst open as well.
With a kick she opened the door, jumped on her feet and just barely dodged the first guard, swinging his sword in her direction. Of course – how could she forget?
A quick glance confirmed her theory – she was completly surrounded. But no way she would give up now.
Footsteps behind her! Tera quickly turned around and smashed her uninjured fist into the charging guards stomach – the power of the impact caused the man to be thrown back several meters and landing in the creek next to the road.
But now everyone else was charging at her – everyone, except Ian.
He was standing there, looking at her in shock, appearantly undecided whether or not he should actually attack her...which made him a weakpoint.
She dogded another sword slash, this time from the captain himself and smashed her elbow against his chin – and much to her delight, she could almost feel his lower jar crack. As fast she could, she moved through the small gap, now there was only Ian left in her way. Fortunaly he was still not making any attempt to stop her.
"Sorry for doing this to you..." Tera whispered, as she gave the young guard a soft push – just enough to make him stumble backwards a little – and finally escaped the encirclement.
There were voices between her, footsteps...but she didn`t turn around and kept running till the voices became more and more distant...and finally vanished.
The nymph girl dragged herself a few more steps along, before she finally came to a halt, breathing heavily. She did it! Against all odds, she actually escaped her human pursuers.
Slowly she sank to her knees, sitting down on the muddy field – the storm was still raging on and so she took a few minutes to enjoy it, drinking some more of the rain while her arms and legs were covered in mud. Not that it bothered her in any way. Mud was just part of nature after all...she only had to keep her injured hand clean for now.
Some time later, the weather finally seemed to calm down and the intense downpour turned into a faint, soft spray.
What now? Tera looked around, undecided. Thanks to her unplanned capture, she had no idea where she was. It would probably be best to just keep wandering till she found a river or a lake – the flow direction and speed would definitly help her to pinpoint her rough location.
She took a careful glance at her injured hand – it was bleeding a little and Tera used the opportunity to pull the remaining rock fragments out of her wound, her body twitching from the pain a little.
Again, it was pure luck the injury wasn`t any bigger...a few leaves of quartzweed wrapped around the wound and it would probably be all good by morning...she only had to find some, but since quartzweed was a pretty common herb, she didn`t worry about that and more about another thing:
"I should definitly be more careful from now on...don`t think I`ll have such luck next time this happens..."
Of course it was entirely her own fault...she simply lost her mind over the anger she felt when confronted with the destruction humans caused. But she couldn`t help it. The intense emotions – especially anger – were part of her own...unusual origin.
Normally, water nymphes were far more pacifistic and calm. But Tera wasn`t a normal, pure-blooded nymph...part of her was human as well.
Nontheless, she despised humans for what they were doing to nature...foolish and respectless beings they were...
After a while, her steps lead her away from the empty field and she could spot some trees in the distance...a forest. It would be perfect to rest till morning and to find some quartzweed for her wound...or just some fresh herbs in general.
As she was getting closer to the edge of the forest, she could also smell water – other than the rain.
There had to be a lake or something nearby...and indeed, after a few minutes of walking, she stood in front of a large pond.
Perfect! This was a really nice place. Tera looked around the embankment, near some reeds and finally found some of the familiar, white leaves of the quartzweed plant and started wrapping them around her injured hand – nice and tight, but not too much so air could still reach the wound.
Now she could relax already...about time too, the past day had made her incredibly tired, she yawned.
"Just...one more thing....seems like some of the rain wants to come out now..." Tera chuckled a little as she sat down in the middle of the reeds, which she chose as her sleeping place for tonight...but first, she had to pee.
Not that her bladder was uncomfortably full or even anywhere close. But it still felt better to be completly empty before sleeping.
She reached between her legs, touching her lower lips and spreading them a little, which caused her to moan softly. All ready, the nymph girl relaxed her muscles and released a small, warm fountain splashing into the water.
"Ahhhh~" she purred, watching her own, golden fluid mix into the clear water of the pond.
Her little waterfall went on for a few more seconds until it finally collapsed into a tiny dribble.
All done! Another yawn overcame her as she laid down on her bed of reeds. Finally, time to sleep... |
It was already late during the later morning hours, when Tera finally started to wake up. At first she just blinked sleepily, taking a few moments to adjust her eyes to the bright sunlight which burned down on her. She could already tell this was going to be another hot day...
"Well, time for a bath..." she muttered, rolling herself sideways, off her reeds bed and into the pond.
The cool water finally made her wake up completly and washed away the last bit of sleepyness.
Instead, her stomach chimed in with a small rumble. Tera wasn`t too surprised about her hunger, after all, she hadn`t eaten anything the day before. It was hard to get anything to eat when locked up in a cage after all...
But now she had all the time to look for a decent meal.
While she was diving through the pond, she noticed a swarm of trout right in front of her. But these were young ones, still too small to eat.
These big, fat carps near the surface however...
Tera accelerated underwater and then thrusted up, grabbing one of the big carps by it`s tail.
"Gotcha!" She chuckled and dragged her catch bat to shore. This would be more than enough for a large breakfast. Or should she call it lunch? According to the sun it was already close to noon...
She decided to kill her prey with a strong punch to the head – a practice she often thought as brutal and cruel until she learned it was actually merciful and better than letting the fish slowly suffocate in the air. After she dragged the dead carp onto a large, flat stone near the surface, Tera realized she still needed something to cut and disembowel her future meal. There was much more to a fish than just the meat. Too bad she no longer had her old knife – the humans took her pouch when they locked her up. The pouch she used to store her herbs and a few other, useful things – like the knife she now desperatly needed.
The young nymph looked around for something she could use as an emergency substitute and her eyes spotted an open clam in the shallow water. The clam itself was already dead but it`s shells still looked good. Tera hammered it against the rock a few times, until parts of the shell splintered and she now had a very sharp clam shell at her hands.
It was far from perfect for cutting the fish open, but still better than doing it with her mere hands.
First she began cutting the whole fish in half, removing the fins in the process. Next was to remove to remove the spine, along with all the smaller fishbones – none of it was thrown away, these things, which humans would foolishly call trash, were very useful to her. Normally, she would even grind the fishscales to dust, which was used in various herblore recipes. But without her pouch or any other sort of container to transport the fine dust in, she had no choice but to skip that part. What a waste...
By the time she finished preparing the fish, it was already noon. Normaly she would go and collect some wood as well, for a fire to roast her not-quite-breakfast. But a fire would mean smoke and while she liked this place, there was no telling if there were any human villages nearby. Under no circumstances she wanted to get caught again and there was no telling if the guards were still looking for her. It would be best to move on soon...and this meant she had to eat the fish raw. Not a big problem for her, the digestive tract of nymphes was far more resilient than a humans. Of course things still tasted better when properly cooked...
She shrugged and started eating the carp just as it was, leaving nothing behind except the parts she cut off before.
After she finished her meal, Tera decided to get going at last. The creek which led to and from the pond was too small to swim, so she had to go on foot again. She followed the small river, hoping it would lead her to a larger stream or lake. The most urgent matter was to find a new pouch to store the few things she needed in. Altough, just finding one would probably be hard – the old one, which was taken by the humans had been a gift from her father when she first left her tribe to pursue her strong desire to explore and see the world. She didn`t knew what kind of material it was made from, but it was waterproof – a great help for someone whose nature preferred to travel underwater whenever possible. None of the materials she knew had abilites like that.
Maybe...the only way to get a new one was from a human? The thought alone made her shudder a little – she just escaped imprisonment yesterday, it would be completly ludicrous to ask humans for help. They would probably just try and capture her again. And even if not, why should the humans give her one of these pouches anyway? From what her father told her, the only way to convince a human to do anything was by using something called "money" – Tera had no idea what it was or how it worked, all she knew was that she had none of it. Besides, it was insane to-
All of the sudden she noticed someone grabbing her arm – from behind. Tera immediatly thrusted her elbow backwards, right into whoever dared to attack her.
"Ughhh..." A painful groan reacher ears, followed by the "phump" as the person behind her collapsed on the ground.
"Serves you right...next time you better think twice when you grab someone..." Tera growled as she turned around.
Her eyes widened a little as she recognized the young man on the ground in front of her.
"Wait....Ian...?" She took a careful step forward, not quite sure if she should kneel down to help him up or not – after all, he did just try to attack her, right?
It took the guard almost a minute to get back on his feet, staggering back and forth a little. It was then, when Tera noticed he was no longer wearing the armor he had been wearing before while escorting the convoy. Also there were several bruises and trickles of dried blood on his face – clearly not her work as she didn`t even hit his face.
"Sorry for hitting you...but when someone grabs me from behind, I see red..." she mumbled, deciding to support the guard so he wouldn`t fall over again.
"Damn...you fish-people have some insane strength..." The young guard coughed a few times and leaned on Tera, whose face darkened a little:
"It´s water nymphes, not fish-people...got that?"
Ian put on an apologetic face; "Sorry, sorry...didn`t mean to insult you. I just didn`t expect such a hit..."
He still seemed unstable on his feet, so Tera helped Ian to sit down again, still not quite sure if she should help him at all.
"So, mind telling me what..."
"...what I`m doing here? Well after you escaped, the captain decided it was my fault and that I actually helped you to flee...so...they dismissed me from duty and kicked me out from the militia, took my armor and everything else and beat me up, then left me on the side of the road to rot..."
A strong sense of pity washes over her as she listened to Ians words – so that explained all the injuries and why he was no longer wearing weapons or uniform. But one important question remained – "So, why did you try to attack me then? And you better tell me the truth..."
Somehow she already knew this part of the story would make her feel less sorry.
And from the way Ian was nervously looking away from her, she seemed to be right. After a few moments he finally decided to talk:
"Okay, well...I admit...I WAS trying to capture you. I hoped that if I bring you back as a prisoner, I will be forgiven and allowed back into the militia..."
Yep. Just as she expected. It was sad to know she had the right idea from the start.
"At least you said the truth..." she shrugged and wondered a little whether she should help him or not. Her compassion went down quite a bit after knowing the full truth now.
"What do you even plan on doing now? I mean, let`s be make this clear: I won`t let anyone lock me up again. So don`t even ask!"
A long moment of silence followed, with Ian seemingly really clueless.
"I have absolutly no idea. There is certainly no way I can go back to being a guard again. Maybe I can become a tailor, like so many others in my family. Altough, I don`t like this one bit...it`s the reason why I joined the militia in the first place: I didn`t wanted to do the same thing my family has been doing for generations...besides, you don`t earn much money in that line of work..."
Of course. Money. Was there anything else humans cared about? But there was something else which just made her curious:
"You just said your family are tailors, right?"
Ian looked at her in mild surprise; "Yes, thats right. Why do you ask? I thought you nymphes don`t wear clothes..."
She shook her head. "No, you´re right – we don`t! But...when I was arrested, the other guards took everything I owned from me. It wasn`t much anyway, but these few things were really important to me. Mostly the pouch I use to keep various herbs and other ingredients in. It was waterproof...very useful to me. But no material I know has such abilities...do you know any?"
It was probably pointless to ask, but there was also no risk in doing so.
"Oh...there are some materials which are waterproof. It`s not as rare as you think. You could buy something like that in any major city, no problem."
Teras sighed. She kinda expected such an answer.
"Like I could just walk into a city and buy something. I don`t even have that money stuff you humans use."
She looked at him for a few seconds, "...but I bet you could. Could you get a new herb pouch for me?"
Ian stared back at her with in slight disbelief - "Why should I do that for you? I mean...you`re basically the reason I got kicked out from the militia. If anything, you owe ME a favor!"
He didn`t really say that just now! Really? Tera moved closer to him, trying her best not to snap:
"I didn`t ask to be locked in a cage! I didn`t asked having those few things I owned taken from me!"
She paused a little, clearing her head...because in the end, Ian was right. Why should he do anything for her?
"Alright...let`s just ask anyway: What do you want from me?"
The young man gave her a long and careful look. "Before I tell you that, promise me not to freak out again! You may not like my suggestion at all, so keep calm! Okay?"
She nodded – what other choice did she have? Just...listening...to Ians suggestion couldn`t be that bad, right? |
She chould feel the stares penetrating her from all sides. Humans all around stopped what they were doing, raising their heads in order to look at her.
And Tera couldn`t help but to feel uncomfortable. She never bothered about being looked at so far...but this was different. It was like they were looking at her like some kind of object, not a living being.
But it was too late to turn back now. The only option for her was to go forward, following Ian who lead her through the seemingly endless streets of the city.
Everything here seemed so unnatural. The ground was covered with stone...but not like she knew it from nature...there were thousands of small stone tiles, all identical in size and shape, showing the same pattern over and over again.
And both sides of the road were lined with buildings, reaching far up into the sky...completly different to the small, wooden houses she knew from villages, these large buildings were almost intimidating to her.
How could humans live like this? There was almost no green – no bushes, no grass...only some trees. But these didn`t looked like the trees she knew. They seemed so...artificial, planted in regular intervals and pruned to look absolutly identical to each other. Disgusting...unnatural...
"I can´t believe you talked me into this..." she whispered, moving a little closer to Ian.
"How much longer till we`re there...? I don`t get why everyone is staring at me like this..."
She blushed a little, questioning her decision to accept Ians deal more and more...and her own intelligence as well. This was a bad idea all over!
"Thats because you`re not wearing any clothes....and your skin color of course. Blue skin isn`t very common amongst humans, so of course they stare. Just try to ignore it, we`ll reach the city prison soon..."
Such a nice way to remind her where the journey was going.
Maybe it was just the whole atmosphere of the city which made her feel uncomfortable, but deep inside she realized it was a mistake to trust Ian. He would just use her to his own advantage...and let her rot in prison, waiting for whatever fate these humans had planned for her.
"No....NO!!!" Tera yelled as she stopped following Ians steps. "You plan to trick me! I won`t fall for that!"
And before Ian or anyone of the gawking crowd could react, Tera made a quick dash for a small alleyway at the side of the main road.
"Hey, what are you doing? Come back, Tera!"
She could hear his voice from behind as she ran...but unlike the day before, no one seemed to actually follow her. Tera lowered her pace and looked back over her shoulder – nothing!
"Phew..." At least she didn`t had to run till her lungs were on fire this time.
And now? The young nymph looked around a bit – in front of her, the alley split into three, even smaller paths – barely wide enough for a single person.
The houses around here looked far less impressive than on the main road...broken windows, rotting curtains...and the a foul smell of sickness and human waste.
Appearantly this was where the less wealthy humans lived...hidden, far from the prosperous main roads. And despite the fact the narrow street was empty, Tera could still feel being watched. Shadows moved behind closed windows and she could hear creaking noises as doors opened behind her back and faint whisper all around. But no one openly showed themselves. Appearantly, the residents were afraid of her.
Nervously, she contined to walk on, entering the middle alley. The smell was even worse now, besides the fact she was technically outside, the buildings were crammed so close to each other that no air circulation could possibly occur.
Even the ground was no longer paved and just plain and very wet mud. From the smell of it, this wasn`t due to rainfall...
Maybe she should go back? These tiny streets were like a maze and if she continued to venture deeper into the area, she would probably get lost.
But the alternative would be going back to the main road...where the towns militia would probably catch her within minutes. There was no way she could just walk back to the city gates and leave this terrible place. "I never should`ve listened to Ian! It is all my own fault..."
Just as this thought entered her head, something grabbed her from behind, while another hand pressed something wet against her nose and mouth. Whatever it was, the smell paralyzed her and made the world around her fade away into darkness...
"Shit...."
Was that it? The end for her?
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It was dark when she regained her consciousness. Like...really dark! Even at night, outside in the wilderness it was never that dark!
Seconds later she realized that something was covering her eyes – appearantly she had been blindfolded.
And to top it all up, she also couldn`t move her arms or legs. Behind her seemed to be some sort of wall or some other solid object she had been chained on. Perfect! Just perfect! The smell of whatever her unknown attacker used to knock her out, still lingered in her nose and caused a dizzy feeling inside her head.
Tera decided to wait a few minutes, hoping the nauseating stench would go away eventually so she could think clearly...and maybe, just MAYBE find a way out of this stroke of bad luck.
Altough, first it would be nice to know where she even was. The blindfold blocked her vision completly, no peaking around from the sides...
"Look, I think sleeping beauty is waking up..."
The voice sounded quite deep and threatening, clearly belonging to a man and now she could also hear heavy footsteps moving up to her. Had this person been there the entire time? No room for such questions now, as the unknown man carried on:
"I hope you´re not feeling -too- uncomfortable, nymph...but unfortunaly this is the best accommodation I could find for you!" A dirty laugh followed, accompanied by several other people chuckling in the background – so she definitly wasn`t alone with just ONE threat.
"What do you want with me? And could you at least remove that thing from my face so I can see who I`m talking to?" Maybe it wasn`t smart to be so brash with her kidnappers, but her situation couldn`t get any worse, now could it? If they wanted her DEAD, they would`ve killed her by now...just like the day before, with the guards...
"Ohh...think you can give ME orders? You`re quite brave...but oh well, I guess there is no harm in removing your blindfold..."
And indeed she could now feel a hand at the back of her head, fumbling around her hair for a few seconds the cloth was taken from her eyes...and the first thing she saw was the face of the stranger right in front of hers.
The hair was black and greasy, his skin tanned and with a large scar all across the face. But even more intimidating were those cold, blue eyes staring right into hers.
"Now, is THAT better?" He laughed and the smell from his mouth was almost even worse than whatever they used to knock her out.
The stranger movd back a little, allowing her to look around for a few moments.
Just as she expected, she was inside a room and indeed chained to the wall. Only a few torches offered any light, as well as a small candle on a table at the opposite wall..with two more people sitting around it, staring at her as well.
"Oh yea...feel free to look around! This will be your home for quite a while, so make yourself comfortable, nymph girl!"
Tera focused back on the black-haired man in front of her, who seemed to be the leader of the group, as no one else dared to say a thing.
"Why have you captured me? What do you want? I don`t have any of this...money stuff...you humans want so badly!"
Another dark laugh followed her question – her kidnapper seemed to have an odd sense of humor.
"Oh don`t worry about that – we know your...species...has no use for money! But appearantly you have no idea how valuable YOU are as a person! Why do you think the town militia captured you in the first place? ...Ha, surprised where I know that from? Just let me tell you, KNOWING things is my business! Isn`t that right, Ian? You may come in now, say hello to our guest..."
When she heard the Ians name, her heart almost stopped for a second. It couldn`t be....could it? No, just no...
But just at this moment, a door at the side of the room opened and in stepped no one else than...him!
"You...."
Ian looked back at her and smirked a little; "Why hello there, Tera...when you ran away I feared for the worst at first...but when I realized which direction you chose to flee...you just made things even easier for us! You would`ve ended here even if you stayed with me, so don`t blame yourself...this fate has been inevitable ever since we entered Montera!"
It was like something inside her shattered – not like she felt any sort of bounds towards Ian in the first place. But...the ability to trust just died inside her. The first time she decided to show a human a faint bit of confidence...and...this was the result?
Her parents were right! They had been right the entire time: humans were not to be trusted! Never! Why couldn`t she have listened to their advice?
"Seems like you`re not too happy to see good old Ian again, huh? Oh, but don`t cry...he won`t hang out around here too much...he has FAR more important things to do, isn`t that right?"
The young man stopped smiling at Tera and put on a much more worried face as he talked to his leader.
"Yes boss! I will carry on with my mission right away!"
Ian turned around and attempted to leave the room but was stopped by one of the henchman who had been sitting around the table for now.
"I`m afraid you caused some problems on your last mission as well, Ian! You may have brought our new guest here, but I also heard the towns militia kicked you out...this is a serious damper to your usefullness to us...but since you`ve been a good dog so far, I`m willing to overlook this failure...for ONCE! But you better not disappoint me again! And if you want to live, you better get me a new man to infiltrate the militia! Got that?"
Ian was obviously very uncomfortable at this point: "Yes boss! I won`t disappoint you!"
After he left, his leader turned back towards Tera again:
"As you can see, I have my eyes everywhere...so even if by some incredible miracle you ever manage to escape this room – you`ll never escape the city! And as long you`re inside Montera, I WILL find you! I would even find you if you were an ordinary human! But you make it even easier...blue skin? No clothes? Absolutly no knowledge about human behavior? Heck, maybe I even let you escape on purpose, just to capture you again, whenever I feel like it! There is no way you can hide...not in MY city!"
Despite the threatening appearence, this guy was slowly getting on her nerves! So he thought he was almight? All-knowing? Too bad she was chained to this wall, or else...
"Now, back to where we stopped: I wan`t something from you! Something only a nymph can make..."
Suddenly it started to dawn on Tera: "You want...my pee?"
Her kidnapper showed a satisfied nod – "Smart girl...yes, the urine of nymphes has incredible healing properties. It is almost legendary. And you saw it yourself, didn`t you? How many people in this city are sick? With your piss, I make a fortune selling it as medicine...and you don`t even have to do much to help me. Just do what is part of nature anyway! You do like nature, right?"
Disgusting! While it was true that her...waters...held special powers – under no circumstances she would just allow such an evil man to exploit her for his evil deeds!
"I won`t pee for you, forget it! You won`t get a single drip out of me..." |
Tera couldn`t tell how much time passed by now. Without any daylight or other indicators from the outside, she lost her sense of time completly. Probably it hadn`t even been that long and being chained to a wall, unable to move a muscle and with no way to distract herself, only made time run by much, much slower.
What a dilemma – no matter how hard she tried to come up with an idea, there was just no way to escape.
She tried to break free from the chains, but they were suprisingly strong and even her superior strength hadn`t been enough to even crack them. Now she was also exhausted – and thirsty.
"You do know no one is falling for it, right?" Tera twitched a little as she heard the bandits voice right next to her – when did this guy cross the room? Hasn`t he been sitting there at the table with his colleague just moments ago?
Slowly she turned her head and gave the man to her left an angry look: "What do you mean?"
"Your obvious attempts to hide your thirst, lady...you can`t fool us! We can see how uncomfortable you are, why don`t you just give up and enjoy a large cup of fresh water? The boss made sure we got everything you need, he purchased several kegs full of liquid goodness just for you...so, why don`t you drop this act and have a drink? It`s pointless to resist – we have all day...but from what I heard about you nymphes, you dehydrate pretty quickly...and we don`t want you to suffer. We are nice guy....right, Rick?"
The other bandit at the table raised his head and laughed – "Oh yes, definitly...we`re always ready to pleasure our guest in EVERY way...just because we had to chain you up doesn`t mean you can`t have a good time here..."
A cold shudder went down Teras spine – she didn`t like Rick, not at all!
Well, obviously she didn`t like ANY of her kidnappers, but especially him made her feel uncomfortable....the way he kept staring at her from time to time, it didn`t feel good at all.
He was doing it again right now – his eyes pointed right at her! Hungry...almost obsessed.
Tera sighed and avoided his glare by staring down at the ground again.
There it was...the bucket, still right between her legs. And still empty, of course. Thankfully she didn`t had to pee anyway, so that saved her the trouble of holding it in...
The problem was more in the opposite direction – the thirst was slowly becoming worse and worse.
Her skin already felt dry and scratchy, a condition which became way too familiar over the past two days.
For now, she could still deal with the itch all over her body...but it wouldn`t take long and the desire to scratch herself would become unbearable and drive her crazy over time.
And as much she hated to admit it, deep down she knew her kindappers were right – they had time on their side, while Teras only options were either to give in OR suffer a slow, gruesome death...
Not really a great choice.
"So? How is it? Are you willing to cooperate or do wanna suffer for a few more hours?"
The voice next to her had an impatient undertone, her kidnapper appearantly didn`t like sitting around waiting for her to give in...
"You can forget it! I don`t wanna drink anything...you can tell your boss he can bury his dream of selling my urine as medicine along with my dead, dried-up body!!"
Of course these were just shallow words. Tera knew she most likely wouldn`t have the willpower to go through with her "threat" to willingly die from thirst.
And appearantly her kidnappers knew that as well:
"Strong words...but pointless. You can`t fool me, I can see how badly you wish to quench your thirst. Believe me, breaking peoples will is my job...and I can tell you don`t have the guts to go through with it, girl!"
"S-shut up!" she growled, trying to sound confident and determined – but her growing doubts were now also hearable in her voice.
And her agitation also made the itching worse, especially down there, right between her legs...her most sensitive spot was burning – and not in a pleasant way.
Instinctively she tried to reach down and rub it off – only to be reminded of her chains.
"F-fuck! Can`t you just untie one of my arms for a minute? I really ne-" Tera stopped in the last moment, not keen to tell her "guards" about her problem.
This was pure torture! Without any way to stimulate herself, the burning itch now reached the point of driving her completly crazy. And she couldn`t rub her legs together either! What should she do? Maybe she should agree to the deal she had been offered? But no – she couldn`t let this happen...it would only delay the inevitable. She would get rid of her thrist, but soon she would have to pee just as badly. And sooner or later whe was going to leak, whether she wanted to or not! And these disgusting humans would`ve won!
"I can`t let this happen, I must stay strong even if it costs me my sanity!" said a voice in her head.
"But I can still buy some time if I drink now...it takes a while till I have to pee, maybe I can come up with an escape plan..." argued another voice.
"And what if I don`t? Then I`ll just end up peeing in this bucket and giving these outlaws what they wanted!"
"I have to try! There is no other way. The chances of coming up with a good plan in my current condition are zero! I`ll have at least a little chance if I get my strength back..."
"I`m just going to play right into their hands! If I have any sort of honor, I must be willing to die for the right thing!"
"What right thing? This is just stupid! Do I really wanna give up my life here and now? I don`t! I DON´T!!!"
And with that, her decision was made. Tera slowly turned her head to the bandit next to her, still avoiding Ricks greedy eyes: "Fine! You win! Now get me something to drink!"
"Aaah, finally giving in? Gooooood girl! I knew you would come to your senses sooner or later. You could`ve just done this right from the sta-"
Teras murderous glare managed to shut her kidnapper up. There was only so much she could take – they better not dare to make fun of her now.
"Just get me something to drink before I change my mind again!" she hissed, still not fully convinced whether she was making the right choice. But the thought of losing her sanity due to the effects of dehydration was just too scary. Maybe it was a mistake to give in, but whatever!
Tera watched as the two men left the room, leaving her completly alone for a few minutes – but she could still hear their voices from far away – just how big was that hideout? If only she could use this opportunity to escape or at least explore the complex and locate the exit. But with these chains, there was nothing she could do.
Or maybe she should use this chance to try and break these chains again?
Just as quickly that thought entered her head, she also discarded it: her attempts had been unsuccessful before...and now she was weakened even more from the intense thirst. There was no way she could break her shackles in her current condition! She could only wait...
Finally, after what seemed an like a small eternity, she could hear the mens voices becoming louder and closer again, appearantly argueing about something, altough Tera couldn`t make out the exact words. Their steps were accompanied by a dull and heavy noice, as if her kidnappers were pushing something very large.
Only moments later the young nymph could see that her speculation had been correct: Rick and the other guy, whose name she didn`t knew, re-entered the room, rolling a large barrel towards her.
"I swear, if you step on my foot again, I will personally shove one of these torches up your ass!"
Rick gave the barrel one last push, before turning to his comrade: "You think you can threaten ME? Maybe if you could roll this thing in a straight line without crashing it into the wall every few steps, I wouldn`t have to adjust the direction all the time!"
Tera watched the whole scene for a few moments, wondering whether she should let the situation escalate or not. But while it would certainly be fun to see her "wardens" beat each other to death, this still wouldn`t grant her neither freedom nor water. However, she decided to keep the mutual dislike of the two men in mind, sure could come in handy later...
"Sorry to interrupt you two, but I`m still thirsty here! Could you fight later and get that barrel closer to me first so I can drink...?"
That raised one more question – how exactly was she supposed to drink anyway? She was still unable to move a muscle, so there was no way she could hold a cup or even lower her head far enough to drink from the barrel itself...
Just at this moment she heard a metallic clicking noise, followed by clanking noise as the shackles on her right arm fell off.
Before she could even react, the bandits stern voice interrupted her:
"Now listen – we released your right arm just for one reason – so you can use a cup to drink. If you try and do anything funny, anything besides drinking from this barrel, Rick put a bolt through your head. So don`t even think about doing something stupid, got it?"
Tera turned her head around, seeing Rick aiming a crossbow right at her, still showing his disturbing, creepy grin.
"Damn right I will! And after piercing your head, I will place a few more bolts all over your corpse! Especially-"
However, before Rick could reveal where else he was planning to abuse her dead body, his comrade stepped back in:
"We really don`t need that kind of information, Rick! I`m sure nymph girl is smart and understood our message, right? Right??"
Tera just nodded, knowing there wasn`t anything she could do. Once again, she had to play along...
"Good...now, I guess that`s all then...have fun."
The man handed her a really large, wooden cup before removing the lid from the barrel and pushing it a few centimetres closer to her, so Tera could easily reach it.
Tera stared down on the open barrel for a few moments – she could just fill the cup now and drink the wonderful, cool water. It would soothe her irritated skin and give replenish her energy. And yet, part of her still considered it as weak, giving in to these evil men.
Her hand was shaking as she finally dipped her cup into the water, causing some of the liquid to spill over her hand, running down her burning arm...
“Mmmhh...” she moaned, even just these few drops caused her brain to send waves of pleasure through her body.
The last bit of her hesitation finally crumbled down under that impression, the young nymph quickly raised the cup to her lips, pouring the water down her throat in one, large gulp!
She barely managed to notice the waters strange taste as she already filled the cup again, moving it back up to her lips, drinking it in one go just like the first time.
Again there was this odd taste...it wasn`t disgusting or unpleasant or anything. In fact, it tasted really good – unlike any water she tried before.
And it made her mouth cry out for more, MUCH more...
The third cup went down her throat, this time a little slower – not because her thirst had already been quenched but to enjoy more of that unusual, delicious taste.
It was hard to describe – a little sour but also bitter. And every sip left a refreshing tingling feeling in her mouth.
What kind of water was this? Or was it even water? Wouldn`t it be better NOT to drink that unknown liquid if she wasn`t even sure?
Fourth cup...yes, she should definitly stop! Or should she? Even if it wasn`t water, surely it wouldn`t be anything bad, right? These bandits needed her alive for their plan, so there was no point in serving her poison. Yes, she was definitly worrying too much!
Soon the fifth cup poured down her still-dry throat, while the burning itch finally started to fade away...slowly.
It still wasn`t enough! She was still thirsty, longing for more. And more! And more!
“Aahhhh...” she sighed after emptying the cup for the...well...ninth time? Tenth maybe?
She decided to stop counting and just keep going until her body just couldn`t take any more. Such a refreshing drink...somehow it made her feel really good. Not just because the uncomfortable effects of dehydration were finally gone, that mysterious “water” also brightened her mood, making her almost euphoric.
She looked over to Rick to her right, who was still aiming the crossbow right at her head. But there was something new in his eyes: surprise! Or maybe it was even some sort of shock? He probably didn`t expect her to drink that much. At least he wasn`t giving her this creepy, perverted grin now...
And what about the other one...? Tera turned her head to the left, where the other one was standing.
He too had a confused expression on his face.
“Whats wrong? Do you have any idea how thirsty I am? Don`t even think about taking that barrel away before I`m finished!” she growled, continuously drinking cup after cup.
By now she already had to reach much deeper into the depth of the barrel to still reach the surface and fill her cup again. This was becoming tedious and annoying! Wasn`t there an easier way?
“Hey, instead of just standing around like idiots, how about you help me? Can you grab that thing and lift it up so I can drink right from the barrel? Or even better – untie my other arm as well so I can do it myself! How about it? I promise I won`t try anything funny...”
No answer. Tera looked up from the barrel, wondering about the sudden silence. Her surprise was even bigger as she found herself completely alone in the room.
Both thugs were gone – even Rick, who left his crossbow leaning against the wall. As she looked around the room, the girl noticed the wide-open and faint voices from behind.
How could she not notice these two leaving the room? Usuall her senses were pretty sharp...had she really been that distracted? Or maybe her kidnappers just tried to be really sneaky and not to alert her – in which case they did a good job.
But what could they be up to...? Tera frowned and looked back into the barrel – and how was she supposed to drink now? It would be a real inconvenience if she had to wait now...
Fortunaly it didn`t took too long before she could hear footsteps approaching from the other beyond the door again.
However, it was only Rick who entered the room, closing the door behind him. Tera gave him a suspicious glare – something was very wrong...
“Hey, what happened to that other guy? And where did you two go anyway?”
Now it was Rick who stared at her – with a large grin on his face:
“Ohhh...don`t worry about him. I just made sure he won`t bother us while we`re having fun...”
Tera felt a shiver washing down her spine. She didn`t knew what kind of “fun” Rick was looking for, altough she had a strong hunch...but she had absolutly no desire to find out the truth.
“You better stay away from me if you don`t want to get hurt...” she growled, clenching her fist.
Hopefully this would work as a threat – after all, even with one arm free, it was still a far from ideal fighting position.
Yes, she could easily knock this guy out...but only IF she managed to hit him...
...and unfortunaly, Rick seemed to realize that as well...
“Cute...but you can`t scare me! Besides, I don`t wanna harm you...like I said, all I want is some fun, so why don`t you just relax and let it happen?”
No way! Under no circumstances she would let this disgusting man lay a hand on her! Tera watched how Rick stepped closer to her, still wearing that creepy grin like a mask.
Immediately she raised her fist tried to punch his face, but Rick just moved his head back a little, avoiding it.
“What a stubborn girl you are! Maybe I should make myself more clear: if you won`t play along, I`ll place a few bolts all over your body. Don`t forget I still have the crossbow right here! And believe me, this will hurt a LOT! So, will you be nice now?”
She gave him the most disgusted and hate-filled glare she had, while weighing her options...if only she could land one good punch at him – there was no way Rick would be able to stand after that. But if he dodged it again, she would get pierced by steel bolts...
What should she do?
By now she could feel Ricks hot breath against her skin, his face was right next to her left ear, while his hand started touching her abdomen before it quickly went deeper down.
Never before a simple touch felt so completely awful to her. Never before she felt so helpless...
“Stop it...” Tera whispered, clenching her teeth together. Ricks breath made her want to puke...
“Stop....it!” She repeated, a little louder this time. But it didn`t seem to bother the bandit, who was now firmly rubbing his finger against her lower lips.
“I said.....STOP IT!!!!” A sudden surge of heat and anger took over her body, causing all her muscles tighten. With all her might she struggled against her chains, the pain of the metal cuffs cutting into her skin only made her rage burn even brighter.
And suddenly she heard a lout crack as the chain on her left arm snapped in two, soon followed by the chain on her left and finally her right leg. She was free!
And before Rick could react, she placed a fully charged punch, right into his face, sending him flying backwards, half across the room with blood spilling from his broken nose and mouth. Judging from the cracking noise, she shattered his jaw as well...there were also a few teeth scattered across the floor.
“How do you like that, asshole?” She growled, breathing heavily from the exertion. Her left wrist and both ankles were burning like fire and somehow she was feeling a little dizzy.
But it was still enough to walk up to the unconscious man and deliver a devestating kick into his side, resulting in a few more cracks – probably from his ribs.
Only now her anger finally started to cool off, unlike the burning pain she still felt on her limbs.
“Ughh...” Unfortunaly, the dizziness also became much worse now, her head was spinning and caused her to stagger forward uncontrollably before she finally couldn`t stand on her feet anymore and slowly collapsed on the floor while everything turned dark... |
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I met Pauline in college and we had fallen for each other quickly. One thing I had come to notice about my girlfriend was that she had no trouble putting off her bathroom visits, even when it had been hours since she’d gone last. Pauline insisted to me that she didn’t have a fetish for holding, but added “With my capacity, needing to find a bathroom is never an issue.” It was during a road trip to the beach just after college that I saw her capacity truly tested for the first time.
I’d picked her up in my car at her apartment at 9 am. “Ready?” I asked her as she threw a suitcase into the back seat. “Yup, yup,” Pauline replied with a smile, “Got up, took my morning piss at 7, ate some cereal, glass of OJ, cup of coffee, finished packing, I’m ready to go!” One thing about Pauline was that she was certainly not shy about talking about pee, even though she had no fetish for it. “Then let’s hit the road!” I said enthusiastically, and off we went.
Almost immediately Pauline popped out a bottle of water from her shoulder bag and began to drink from it. “Thirsty, are we?” I asked with a smile, and Pauline smiled back and nodded. After an hour the bottle was all gone, and I would suspect that a normal person would have been considering pulling over for a bathroom break, as Pauline was now laden with her morning orange juice, her diuretic coffee, and a full bottle of water. Of course I considered this was basically nothing for Pauline, but just then she piped up, “Hey, can we make a pit stop?” I was rather surprised, but agreed. When we pulled in I saw the reason for the stop – this rest area contained a Starbucks. There were few things Pauline loved more than sucking down a Starbucks coffee or ten, and she promptly stood in line at the Starbucks while I used the restrooms, just to be safe. We met up back at my car with Pauline carrying not one, but two coffees of their largest size. “Thanks babe, but you know I don’t like coffee,” I said with a blush, but my girlfriend replied, “Oh I know dear! I got greedy is all. One for now, one for the road!” She set one cup down in the car’s cup holder and began working on the second coffee before she was even fully seated.
By 11 am Pauline had finished the first large coffee, and soon after I detected the first hint of a bladder bulge forming in her midriff. She’d chosen a pair of tight jeans shorts that rode low on her hips and a midriff-baring short white cami for our journey, a fact that I had most certainly noticed. She began nursing the second Starbucks coffee, but more slowly, as it seemed her stomach had filled up with liquid. At noon we stopped for lunch, and Pauline had only drunk a quarter of her Starbucks coffee. She didn’t get out of the car when I did, so I gave her a quizzical look, to which she replied, “Oh, honey, just give me a minute. My coffee will be cold by the time we get back to the car! Here, let me just finish it off now.” Before I could respond Pauline had taken her coffee in one hand and tipped it into her waiting mouth, and thirty seconds after that she tipped back the cup, totally empty. She was breathing a little heavily from the chug and wiped a stray drop of Starbucks coffee from her lips as we went into the rest area.
For lunch we had soup and sandwiches, and with it Pauline ordered a large soda. I was very impressed that she chose such a giant beverage after just recently chugging down her coffee, and apparently her stomach was still a bit bloated with liquids, because it took her nearly an hour to down the drink, even though we’d finished our meals long before. As she finished the last sip, I checked my watch. “We really should get going if we’re going to stay ahead of the traffic.” I said, just as Pauline asked, “Hey, do you think there’s a washroom in this place? I’ve had a lot to drink.” We both paused awkwardly, both from interrupting each other and from each having separate, conflicting ideas about our next course of action. With slight exasperation, I asked, “Baby, do you really need to go? We should have been back on the road half an hour ago.” To this Pauline laughed and flashed her perfect smile, brushing back her golden hair as she responded, “Oh, no, it’s no problem. I was just gonna go since it was convenient. I can wait easily.” “Ok, good!” I said jovially, rising with Pauline to leave, and to my surprise she actually took my hand and led me out of the rest area and back to the car. You didn’t have to beg this girl to skip a bathroom break - that was for sure.
We drove off and managed to make good time for another two hours, but by 3 pm I could no longer ignore the nagging of my bladder. “I need to make a pit stop,” I told Pauline, grasping my crotch for effect. “Sounds good. I could do with a bathroom break as well.” Pauline told me, though by looking at her she seemed as calm and composed as ever. Still, she’d been holding for 8 hours and had drunk an ungodly amount of liquid, and I saw her bladder bulging distinctly over her tight jeans shorts, so I knew she had some serious pressure built up. We entered the rest stop and immediately found the toilets. I hurried into the gents while Pauline calmly walked into the ladies. After my one minute piss, long by my standards, I exited and was surprised to see Pauline standing outside waiting for me, sipping from a bottle of fruit juice. “That was quick!” I mentioned as we got back into the car. “Oh, I didn’t get to go. There was only one toilet and it was out of order, so I just got my fruit juice instead.” Pauline hadn’t been to the bathroom for just over 8 hours now, so I asked, “Are you going to be ok waiting until the next rest stop?” She brushed away my concern instantly, “Oh, it’s not a problem. You really don’t have to look out for the next rest stop. I’ll just hold it.”
I knew she’d told me not to keep my eyes peeled for the next rest area, and truth be told Pauline was still showing absolutely no signs of actually needing a loo, but nevertheless I craned my neck looking for signs for the next turn off from the highway for her sake. 15 minutes later it came and I pulled back off the highway. I was sure that Pauline would be appreciative, but instead she regarded me quizzically, “Why are we pulling over, baby? We just stopped!” “But…I thought…don’t you need to use the bathroom?” I stammered, unsure of myself. “I told you, I’m fine. Really it’s no problem for me to wait. Let’s just get back on the road and get to our motel,” she said definitively. I paused to make sure she was serious, but when she didn’t continue, I shrugged, pulled out of the rest area, and went back to the highway. I tried to speed along a little faster than I would normally drive, all the while Pauline was sipping at her fruit juice without a care in the world. Sometimes her legs were lightly, casually crossed, other times she was sitting with them apart. Never did she seem even the least bit distressed, even though it had been hours since she’d used a bathroom and she’d drunk a very large amount, even by her standards. As much as I enjoyed her filling up without letting go, I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable against her will or anything.
By 6 pm we’d finally reached our motel, 11 hours since Pauline had felt any relief. I was confident she would sprint from the car to the room to use the toilet, but she followed me calmly to the front desk to check in, then entered the room after me and laid down on the bed, stretching her legs. I gave her a few minutes to change her mind, then rushed to use the bathroom myself when she didn’t. When I exited the bathroom, Pauline was half-nude, because she was changing into a tight, sleek black dress! “I thought maybe we could go somewhere nice for dinner,” she said as she pulled on the dress. I noticed that it was taking her a little longer than usual to slip it on, which was because it was having to slip over a very protruding bladder bulge. Pauline didn’t seem to realize this, however, as I contemplated the idea that she still wasn’t desperate to pee. We were ready to leave at 6:30, and Pauline still made no move to the bathroom. “Do you want to take a pee before we leave?” I asked. “Good thinking!” Pauline said enthusiastically, but then as she turned to walk to the bathroom, she paused, “But we’re already ready to go. No sense in holding us up any longer. I’ll just keep my pee inside for now.” “Are you sure?” I asked again, dumbfounded. “Yeah, yeah, it’s fine. I don’t have to go that badly. C’mon, let’s go get some food!” Pauline was resolute, so off we went.
We found a nice little restaurant with an oceanside view and thankfully the service was quick. We had our food by 7. Pauline wasted no time working on her large Coke, despite a 12 hours full bladder that she was keeping contained. I looked under the table midway through our meal and saw that she hadn’t even crossed her legs yet. My girl had emptied her glass by 7:15 and requested a refill from our server, and I figured that would be the liquid that broke the camel bladder’s back. She couldn’t possibly get fuller, could she? We were done with our meals by quarter to 8, and Pauline’s refilled Coke had also been drained dry. We got up and I caught Pauline rubbing her abdomen, which was now bulging up to her belly button. “Oh man, that restroom is calling my name,” she said with a snicker, pointing to a sign for the ladies’ room of the restaurant, but my girlfriend made no move to follow to where it led. “Do you want me to wait here while you go?” I asked, but she replied, in typical Pauline fashion, “Oh no, I don’t want to try and find it in this busy place. I’ll just have to cork it up! It’s really no trouble. I’m good at that sort of thing.” ‘Good isn’t the half of it,’ I thought, but I just smiled and nodded, and we went on our way.
We walked along as the sky darkened, seeing if anything interested us, but alas, most of the shops were beginning to wind down and close for the evening. Just as we were prepared to turn back Pauline spotted a movie theater. “How bout we catch a flick?” she suggested, and I agreed. By 8 we were in our seats, both clutching small popcorns and medium fountain drinks, and by 8:15 the movie had finally started. As Pauline sucked away on her beverage, I noticed with something like awe that she still wasn’t showing any signs of desperation. Her bladder was just bloating up under her dress, but she was paying it no mind at all, engrossed in the movie. However, I couldn’t say the same for my own bladder, which started nagging me as soon as I drained the last from my soda, so midway through the movie I motioned to Pauline that I was going to take a leak. She rolled her eyes at me playfully and whispered that I should go before I had an accident in that case. I went, of course Pauline did not do the same, and I returned to my girlfriend as calm as ever, just finishing the last of her fountain drink. The movie finished up by 10 and we left the theater. I pointed out the location of the restrooms to Pauline, but she waved her hand and said, “Oh, no sense going here. I can wait until we’re back at the motel.” I didn’t doubt it.
We returned to our room by 10:30, but as soon as we entered I could tell something was amiss. Pauline walked calmly to the bathroom to finally relieve herself, then I heard a “What the hell?” come from her. I followed her in and saw that our toilet, pristine and functional only some hours before, was now overflowing with water. It didn’t appear particularly dirty, but it certainly wasn’t usable. While Pauline stood there in annoyance, I decided to try getting our room switched. But when I went to the front desk, the attendant told me there was nothing he could do. “Yeah, I know your toilet isn’t working. There isn’t one in any room that is. We had a main water line burst. It’s getting fixed in the morning, but it’s out of my hands for now. I can comp your room for the night if you’d like, but even if it was just yours, we’re booked solid for the night. I’d have nowhere to move you to.” I sighed and agreed to his offer of the free room, then went back to the room to tell Pauline the bad news.
“We can go somewhere else and find a different room with the money,” I offered, but she regarded me like I was crazy. “No, no, let’s save the money. A free room and all I have to do is not pee? I’m in every time. That’s never a problem.” I thanked my lucky stars that I’d gone at the theater so that I could hold on, but I knew that Pauline had not been afforded that luxury. In fact, as the clock struck 11, she had been without a toilet for 16 hours, despite trying to go on many occasions. With this knowledge, I asked, “Are you sure? I know you haven’t gone all day, not since this morning before we left.” “I’ve got strong muscles down there. And I have a large bladder, so I might as well put it to good use, right? Waiting’s never been a problem for me.” Pauline was resolute, and still showing no signs of needing to take a pee besides her inflated bladder region, so I shrugged for what seemed like the hundredth time today, and together we settled down on the bed to go to sleep.
We awoke together the next morning. Pauline got up and I saw just how large her bladder had become. It looked as if another liter had been added to its capacity over the night, such was its distension. Pauline walked sleepily to the bathroom, but exited a few seconds later. “I forgot it was still broken,” she said with a yawn. “You must need it badly by now. We can get a move on quickly and find somewhere for you to go!” I said, throwing off the sheets. “Oh, honey, I appreciate it. But you don’t have to do that. It’s not that pressing.” Pauline told me, which I could scarcely believe. I checked my watch – 8 am – which meant that poor Pauline had been holding in her pee in her rockhard bladder for 25 hours now! And still she was not begging for a toilet like any other girl, but insisting that she could wait longer still. I was in awe, but still made a point to get dressed with haste. Not that it mattered, of course, as Pauline lazily dressed in her rather daring bikini before throwing a top and some yoga shorts over it.
We left the motel by 9 and headed down to the beach. As we spread out our towel on the sand, Pauline glimpsed the water and said, “My, that ocean’s looking miiighty tempting right about now,” rubbing her bulging abdomen as she spoke. For a moment it didn’t register to me, but then I understood. But Pauline couldn’t really be considering wetting in the ocean after waiting so long just to use a toilet, could she?? I reasoned with myself that a girl holding a 26 hour bladder would consider most anything to rid herself of such a vast, heavy amount of urine, but then Pauline caught my gaze and continued, “Gosh, I’m only kidding! Get a sense of humor. I only pee in toilets, you know.” “If you ever pee, that is,” I couldn’t help but add with a grin. “Oh, don’t you worry about that. I’m building up quite the gusher in here,” Pauline bragged, rubbing her distended bladder. With that, she stripped down to her skimpy green bikini and raced me to the ocean, moving pretty well for someone with a near watermelon-sized bladder.
The two of us frolicked in the water until noon, and Pauline showed no added signs of the water making her want to pee. Her bladder was like a vault on lockdown. When we exited the water, it was time to get some food. Neither of us had eaten breakfast, so we were fairly starved. Clad in only our swimsuits, we entered the nearest restaurant and ordered our meals. Pauline ordered a large drink to go on top of her 29 hour bladder. I couldn’t help but comment, “Are you sure it’s smart to get that considering your…predicament?” Pauline raised her eyebrows briefly, then understood what I was getting at, “Oh, honey, it’s no predicament. Besides, I’ll just go after we finish eating.” Her calmness was mesmerizing to me, as my girlfriend continued showing no signs of desperation while sucking down her large drink, on top of everything else she’d already consumed as well. It was just before 1 when we finally finished our meal, and as she’d promised, Pauline left the table to find a bathroom. “Let’s hope they’ve got one!” she giggled. However, while we were engrossed in our meal, unbeknownst to us, swimmers from all parts of the beach had come in and filled up the restaurant. Pauline returned only a minute later, making her way through the crowded aisleway. “The line for the women’s room stretches nearly to the door. Looks like this girl’s gonna have to hold it.” she told me. “We can look for another restroom for you dear. I’m sure it won’t be too much trouble to find one.” I responded as I got up from my seat. “Are you kidding?? And waste time we could be spending on the beach?? No thanks. I’ll just put my waiting prowess to good use.” Pauline told me resolutely, and with that, we returned to the sandy shores.
The two of us played in the waves for another few hours, and Pauline’s skimpy bikini bottoms rode up her ass so far that it was like she was wearing a tiny thong. Not that I minded, of course, and I made sure not to say anything to the seemingly oblivious Pauline. And that wasn’t the only thing she was oblivious of. With well over 30 hours since her bladder had been emptied, Pauline was still behaving normally with me, even moving normally, despite the large lump resting in her abdomen. At 4 pm, 33 hours into her hold, we returned to our towels to rest and relax a little, and maybe even catch a few rays. Pauline laid down flat on her back on her towel and I heard her groan softly. “What’s wrong, baby?” I asked with concern. “Oh, no reason to panic. I guess my bladder is so full that it stretches my skin pretty taut in this position.” My eyes widened as I saw just how full her bladder appeared when she was lying on her back. It was a gargantuan mound protruding up from her lower abs, and the roundness peaked nearly at her belly button and continued a full inch above her belly button. “Baby, we can find you a bathroom if it’s making you that uncomfortable.” I said. “Don’t worry, dear,” Pauline told me, “It’s just the nerves on my skin that were bugging me. My pee is contained without problem.” “How much longer can you keep it so?” I wondered out loud. “As long as I have to. I can wait until it is convenient to go.” She replied without fail.
We laid in the sun for a full hour before deciding to head back to the boardwalk. Pauline pulled her yoga shorts back on over her bikini and found that they were unforgivingly tight around her bulbous bladder bulge. “Oh man! There’s some extra pressure I didn’t need!” she told me with a grin, while I marveled at the fact that she said this while still not even fidgeting. We walked around and looked in some shops, then Pauline started complaining of a thirst, so I filled that need for her by buying her an extra large lemonade from a nearby stand. “An extra large, how sweet! That bulge down there may disagree with me, but it’ll just have to stretch some more.” Pauline said when I handed the drink to her. “You’re not maxed out yet??” I asked incredulously. “Haha I’m getting there, that’s for sure. This lemonade will be speeding the process up a good deal! The next toilet I see better watch out!” Pauline replied. “Why’s that?” I asked, playing dumb. Pauline didn’t skip a beat, “Because the highly pressurized jet of piss I send into it, after this lemonade adds itself to the load I’m holding, may just crack the bowl in two!” “Is it really getting bad? You don’t show it at all.” I stated. “Well I’m certainly not holding a few drops! But I’m used to it, so it doesn’t bother me. Those daily Kegels come in handy at times like this.” Pauline told me.
By 7 pm I was getting hungry, so I suggested finding a restaurant for dinner and Pauline agreed. Her lemonade was finished, and the bulge in her abdomen was now astonishing in its size. We picked out a sitdown burger joint and settled into our booth seating. Before she sat, Pauline grimaced, then pulled her yoga shorts down her legs and off completely. She sat clad in only her bikini as we ordered our food. I asked her why she removed the shorts, and she replied, “They were cutting into my bladder something fierce! That lemonade really bulged me out! A bathroom trip would feel sooo good right about now.” “Do you want to find a bathroom now?” I asked. “No, no, after we eat. I don’t want my food to get cold if they bring it while I’m wetting away. I’ve filled up so much that it’s gonna take a while to empty out!” Fifteen minutes later we had our jumbo burgers in front of us, and without thinking Pauline got a refill on her large iced tea during the meal.
We finished our food by 8 pm, and after wiping her mouth Pauline told me, “Oh gosh, I really have to hit the restroom now! I shouldn’t have had that refill of tea!” I nodded, as after a mere 37 hours without a bathroom break it came as no surprise to me that Pauline needed to pee. She got out of her seat and left to find the bathroom while I sighed whistfully at how long she’d managed to contain herself for. Five minutes later Pauline was back, a frown on her face and her ever-present bladder bulge staring me right in the face at eye-level. “What’s wrong, dear?” I asked. “Some girl couldn’t handle her jalepeno burger apparently. She puked all over the women’s room, so it’s closed for cleaning.” Pauline told me, still frowning in annoyance. “What do you want to do?” I asked, thinking back to how many times I’d offered to find her a bathroom only to be refused. “Let’s just go walk outside some. I need a distraction.” Pauline said.
Off we went, walking and talking and seeing the sights…well, as much as a couple could on the boardwalk after dark. I became so enthralled in our conversations that I completely forgot about Pauline’s need to urinate. Part of the reason for this was that Pauline was still not showing even the slightest sign that she was desperate for release. She walked normally, talked normally, and laughed normally, the only difference being that her lower belly was protruding ominously in front of her. Before we knew it, it was 10 pm and we had done a lap and returned to our motel room. When we reached our door, it hit me – we’d never gone back to the restaurant so that Pauline could have her pee. “I’m sorry, baby! We never did get you back to that bathroom in the restaurant, did we?” I apologized. Pauline brushed it off, “It’s alright, you distracted me quite nicely. But I’m afraid I really do have to pee once we get inside!” We entered and Pauline hurried to the bathroom at the far end of the motel room, then came out with a look of despair. “They haven’t fixed it yet!” she cried in dismay. “That’s terrible!” I answered. “Do you think we can go to another motel for the night, honey? I’m sorry, but I have to take a piss very urgently.” Pauline stood up straight and still as she said the words, amazingly enough after 39 hours of holding. “Of course, baby. Let me go inform the front desk. I’ll be right back!” I said as I walked out of our room.
Ten minutes later I returned. The front desk associate had offered to comp our room for another night, and while I was sure Pauline would rather find a place to let go her pent up piss, I figured I’d inform her of the option. Her eyes went wide when I told her and she hemmed and hawed, but eventually she said, “I’ll do my best to get to sleep like this. If I can manage it, we’ll stay. A free room is a free room, after all.” I couldn’t believe my ears when I heard her decision, but it was her decision to make. We cozied up into bed together, with Pauline’s look of discomfort on her face the only sign (other than her bulging abdomen) that she had to pee. I didn’t think she’d fall asleep with such a load, but within fifteen minutes we were both snoring away.
I woke up the next morning alone in the bed. Grabbing my watch as I wiped the bleariness from my eyes, I saw it was 7 am. I briefly wondered where Pauline had gone, speculating that perhaps she’d left early to find a working toilet somewhere, when out of the bathroom came my naked girlfriend. She waved at me, noticing that I was awake, then went about the task of putting on her bikini for the day, a little pink job even skimpier than yesterday’s. The back was more than a string, but barely. It cameltoed nicely on her front, and showed both cleavage and underboob on top. Pauline’s lower belly was even more massive than it had been the previous night, and I noted that it had now been a full 48 hours since she’d gotten to let any pee out at all. I couldn’t believe she was coping, and then I stared at her and noticed something. Pauline was getting dressed into her bikini with her back to me, but she was moving…differently, somehow. Not with her normal grace. Almost hurried. And she was taking longer than she should have to step into the bottoms because her legs were making unnecessary movements every so often. After so long with no signs, it took me a minute, but I realized that my girlfriend with the bladder of steel was finally fidgeting and pee dancing! 48 hours of holding, combined with an absurd amount of drinks, had grossly overfilled her bladder to the point that even my iron-bladdered girl was having trouble controlling it.
“Are you alright, baby? You look like you need a washroom in the worst way.” I observed, hurrying out of bed to start getting dressed. “I need to piss like a racehorse!” Pauline replied, “I knew sleeping on a bladder that stuffed with piss was a bad idea. Look at me, I’m bloated as anything, and now I need to fidget around like a schoolgirl to keep things under control! It’s pitiful, really. I should be able to behave normally like I always do, but I’ve been controlling so well for so long that my muscles down there are weakening.” “What do you want to do?” I asked, “Most of the shops aren’t open yet, and our toilet is still busted.” “Let’s just go down to the beach. I can’t think straight with the toilet right in here, taunting me.” Pauline suggested. I threw on some swim trunks and a t-shirt and we were off, Pauline clad only in her pink micro bikini.
Being away from the toilet seemed to work in the short-term for Pauline, as for an hour she returned to her normal, jovial self while we sat on the sand. But her bladder was too full of urine to be ignored for long, and her legs began to fidget as one hour turned to two. Soon she was shaking and wiggling her bum on the ground to keep control over her ponderously full bladder. Once the clock hit 9, an unbelievable 50 hours into her mammoth hold, Pauline looked at me with desperation in her eyes and asked, “Do you think anywhere will be open now? It’s becoming so hard to control!” “I’m not sure,” I answered truthfully, “But we can try if you’d like.” “Let’s wait another hour, then,” Pauline said, to my surprise, “If we get up and walk all that way and get denied, I don’t know if I can keep it all in!” I couldn’t believe the words coming from my strong-bladdered girlfriend, but it was clear that she was nearing her limit. Still, we did as she wanted and waited an extra hour, to 10 am. By now Pauline was wiggling all over the place and gripping her crotch with one hand, cupping the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms to her vagina.
“Shall we go?” I asked with concern. “Yes,” Pauline nodded, “Let’s go before I explode!” We got up, Pauline fidgeting madly and continuing to hold herself, looking quite the sight in her skimpy attire. I made myself concentrate on the task at hand, finding her a bathroom, and we set off at a moderate pace, as that was as fast as Pauline could hobble while carrying such a weight of pee. We searched for an hour, but somehow every shop we encountered had either no bathrooms, or an occupied bathroom, and Pauline’s desperation was such that she wasn’t thinking straight. Rather than waiting for a stall to become available, she would have us go to the next location in hopes of an empty one. It was as if she couldn’t bear the thought of having to stand in one place for more than ten seconds, and as I looked at the gargantuan bulge she was sporting in her lower abdomen, I couldn’t say I blamed her. “What should we do??” Pauline asked me desperately. I said the first thing that popped into my head, “Let’s go back to the sand. It helped you regain some control once. Maybe it’ll work again.” Biting her lip, Pauline nodded and we walked slowly back onto the beach.
Pauline rocked back and forth. She was sweating a great deal from the exertion it was taking to hold her flood at bay. My idea had perhaps prolonged her hold time a bit, but it had not had the same effect that it had had in the morning. Pauline was simply too full with piss. She was bursting, and it had to come out. “Baby! Baby! My control is slipping! What should I do?!?” my piss-filled girlfriend cried, clutching with both hands between her thighs. I had no idea. The nearest bathroom was much too far away, and Pauline didn’t look like she could even get up again without losing her load. “Just try to keep holding on,” I said, “Do everything you can to keep it in. You only pee in toilets, remember? You told me that yesterday.” It was a last ditch bid on my part, but perhaps being a bit strict and reminding her of how strong she was would help her stay in command of her shaking bladder. “Oh my God! Oh my God!.....” Pauline yelled as she fought for control, “…………You’re right. I pee when I want, and if there’s no toilet I’ll just hold it…….even if it….Oh God!....even if it takes all day…..”
With newfound strength Pauline kept her personal ocean inside herself. Her dam was on the verge of cracking, but through sheer willpower Pauline prevented even the slightest leak from escaping her iron, hurting bladder. Before I knew it, it was 2 pm and Pauline was still holding all her pee inside her stretched urine tank. Despite this, we were both hungry, considering neither of us had eaten at all in the day, so I ran to the boardwalk and returned with some hot dogs, French fries, and sodas. I looked on in amazement as Pauline, 55 hours of pee contained within her, still chugged down her entire soda. “You’re trying to make me pop by getting me that soda, aren’t you?” Pauline managed to say playfully. I thought that would be the final straw for her bladder, but then Pauline found resolve I didn’t know was possible and said, “Come on, I’m tired of sitting all day. Let’s go into the ocean!” I got up and walked towards the water and with halting steps she followed me. One hand was permanently on her belly, but Pauline fought through wave after wave of urgency and bladder cramp after bladder cramp, determined to enjoy herself despite her painful need to pee. Her smile was incredibly forced, concentration etched into her features, and she wasn’t able to move all that much due to the size and capacity of her overstuffed bladder, but her control was still monumental enough to impress me to no end.
After an hour, Pauline was struck by a wave of bladder pain so acute that it made her double over in agony. With tears in her eyes, she held on, breath whistling through her clenched teeth. I asked if she wanted to return to our towel and she looked up and nodded, incapable of talking without losing her load. When we reached it she was moaning from the enormous pangs of pee urgency she was having to fight off. “My….sphincter….so….tired….can’t….hold….it….” Pauline groaned once she was seated. “You can!” I tried to encourage her once more, “You can! There’s no toilet in sight. Your only option is to hold it in even longer. As long as it takes!” Again Pauline nodded, but she was at the end of her rope. 15 minutes later she told me, “I can feel…..my sphincter…..trying to let go…..to let it….all out. I’m clenching….as hard as I can…..and then clenching….even harder. But it’s too much!” She was twisted up like a pretzel trying to stay in command of her aching sphincter, both hands jammed furiously in her crotch. I knew she’d never make it to a bathroom dryly.
“Give it everything you have! Don’t let the urge to pee overwhelm you! You only go in toilets! Fight it! Fight!” I encouraged her, not believing my advice would work but spouting it all the same. It was her only option, and we both knew it. Gritting her teeth, Pauline threw her head back in a yell and clamped down even tighter with her sphincter. Her peehole was quivering from the strain, her muscle control being tested to its max, but still Pauline stayed dry. “I won’t pee! I won’t pee!” she said with fury, more to herself than to me. Her pee dancing increased dramatically as the enormous bulge of piss pressed on her overworked sphincter. That one exhausted ring of muscle, trained for years, was all that was holding back an absolute flood of pent up piss. Finally, it gave out.
At 4 pm, with a hurting, bulging, mammoth 57 hour bladder, Pauline could finally hold out no longer. Her pee dancing had been increasing in fervor for the last hour, but it still came as a surprise to me when my iron-bladdered girl gave a shriek and lost a spurt between her clenched thighs. “Oh my God! Only toilets! Only toilets!” Pauline cried in vain, but it was no use. Another spurt followed. Pauline clenched her thighs together even tighter. Another spurt, longer this time. Pauline yelled out and pressed her thighs together so tightly I thought for sure nothing could get out, not with that and her hands and her sphincter of steel all trying to hold back the flow. But finally the pressure overwhelmed even Pauline’s ridiculous levels of control, and her pee poured out of her like a waterfall. Her bikini was instantly soaked, the towel was instantly soaked, and most of the surrounding sand was soaked. Pauline kept holding herself, trying to regain control, but her pee continued to get the better of her overtaxed bladder. It flooded out for another 30 seconds, then stopped abruptly.
I was confused. Pauline’s lower belly was still bulging mightily, and it was clear she was still totally bursting. But I looked at her and realized that she was now continuing to hold! My iron-willed girlfriend had refused to let herself completely burst and empty, even after so long without relief! With pain, sweat, and a hint of pride on her face, Pauline stood up straighter and said, “Let’s please go back to the motel room.” I nodded and quickly grabbed up our sodden things, all wet with 57 hour old piss. During our short walk back, I noticed that Pauline was still desperate to relieve herself. One hand was in her crotch at all times, but there was a look of determination on her face that told me she wanted to finish this bursting piss on a toilet. She pee danced hard while I opened the door to our room, but still she did not give in.
Once in the room Pauline sprinted to the bathroom. She gave another shriek, but this time I could tell it was a shriek of delight. The toilet was finally fixed while we were away! I heard a quick rustling as Pauline removed her damp thong bottoms, then a plop as she sat herself down on the toilet seat, and then nothing but the sound of piss hitting the porcelain bowl with an intensity more than I thought was possible. The flood was finally coming out, unable to be held a moment longer, but Pauline made sure to get as much of her flood as she could into a toilet, and that was as commendable as anything. Her crazy stream went on and on for minutes on end, barely drowning out her high-pitched sighs of relief. Just when I began to suspect that perhaps she’d actually started to run the tap for a bath, the stream went to a trickle, then stopped completely. Pauline, my girlfriend who never had to pee, was finally empty once again.
She came out of the bathroom and started to apologize profusely, “Baby, I’m so sorry. Normally that’s not a problem for me, but it had been so long! I just needed it so bad! I couldn’t even think straight I needed it so bad!” “It’s ok, baby. You held it as long as you could.” I told her, giving her a hug. Pauline sighed a little and slumped her shoulders, “I know. That’s the problem. I held as long as I could and it still wasn’t long enough. I’ll just have to keep working at it. I don’t want to ever not be in control of myself like that when I really need to be.” She thought about it, then looked up, “Alright, I guess I’ll start my training now. Might as well, right? No peeing til tomorrow for me! And lots of Kegels!” I was in shock, “But baby, you just held so much, liters I’m sure! Your bladder is all stretched out, your sphincter is tired, and your kidneys are going to refill your bladder within an hour or two. Are you sure you can handle that??” Pauline smiled at me and replied curtly, “Oh, I’m sure.” For the rest of our week at the beach, Pauline never peed more than once a day. She didn’t have another hold of such crazy magnitude, but I was sure that day would come, sooner or later, and Pauline, ever prideful, would do her best to behave normally through it all, even with a bladder full past bursting and a sphincter quivering right on the edge of release. |
The lunch period was almost over when the PA system crackled to life. "Carmilla Karnstein, please report to the nurse's office. Repeat, Carmilla Karnstein, please report to the nurse's office."Carmilla groaned. Unless someone was looking to get her into trouble by claiming she'd beaten them up - possible, given her reputation for solving problems with violence, but unlikely, because of her reputation for solving problems with violence - that probably meant she'd been chosen for random drug testing. She wasn't worried - despite her bad-girl attitude, drugs were more trouble than they were worth - but the process was just plain annoying.Still, nothing else for it. Downing the last of her soda (cherry, of course; there was a joke going around that it was all she ever drank) she heaved herself out of her uncomfortable cafeteria seat and made her way to the nurse's office. The lack of angry teachers and the jug of water confirmed her guess, and she flopped down into an equally-uncomfortable seat.After a few moments the nurse emerged from the adjoining room, acknowledging Carmilla with a "Good afternoon", to which Carmilla responded with an indistinct noise. "Drink all the water you can, I'll escort you to your next class and pick you up after so you can give your sample, you know the drill." She took a cup from one of the cupboards and handed it to Carmilla, then turned to her computer. "You're not taking any medications that might show up on the results, right?""Nope," Carmilla replied, pouring out a cup of water. For lack of anything better to do, she drank most of the jug over the following ten minutes, only a small amount remaining when the bell rang to announce the end of the period. The nurse looked somewhat surprised when she saw it, but made no comment, following her to her next lesson in silence and exchanging a few words with the teacher when they arrived.The lesson passed more or less as usual, though her bladder began making its presence known halfway through. When she stood up at the end she found herself pressing her thighs together unconsciously before she deliberately relaxed her stance into what Mother described as the "murder look": "Stand straight, one foot in front of the other, and concentrate on murder", she always said, advice that Carmilla had taken to heart.The nurse followed her back to the office, took her bag, and gave her a sample cup; shortly thereafter she handed it back, a little surprised just how much better she felt despite being so easily able to ignore her bladder before, and once the thermometer confirmed she hadn't cheated she left for her next class.On her way she passed a vending machine and stopped for a can of soda, an hour without drinking anything leaving her thirsty despite how much she had previously drunk. That done, she entered the day's last class and sat down just as the bell marked the lesson's official beginning. "Nice of you to join us, Miss Karnstein," said Ms. Tithia dryly.Carmilla regarded her with a raised eyebrow and said nothing. The old bat had some longstanding disagreement with Mother and her attitude tended to spill over to Carmilla, compounded by her belief that Carmilla was inclined to use Mother's status as principal to get out of trouble, which anyone who knew the woman would realize was ridiculous.Hell, Ms. Tithia had even tried to blame Carmilla for the chemistry labs exploding several months back. It was obvious to everyone else that that had been either LaFontaine or the Chemistry Club, though nobody, including the students themselves, seemed quite sure which.Denied the fight she sought, she moved on to her actual job. As far as Carmilla was concerned it was a waste of time, the woman being as bad at holding a class' interest as she was at reasonable accusations, but she would likely have taken Carmilla not paying attention as a personal victory, and she'd be damned if she let that happen.Twenty minutes in, she realized her bladder was full again. Damn it.She did her best to ignore it as long as she could, but with half an hour left on the clock it began actively paining her and she decided she couldn't put it off any longer. She raised her hand and, when Tithia finally called upon her five minutes later, held back the contempt in her voice as best she could as she asked, "May I go to the bathroom?"Something like glee flashed across her face. "You may not."God, but I hate that voice. "I had a drug test last period.""You're not a child, Miss Karnstein. I'm sure you can manage to avoid wetting yourself for the remainder of the period. If you behave, I may let you leave before the bell."Glaring as hard as she could in hopes of melting a hole in her forehead through sheer contempt, Carmilla simply replied, "Yes, Ma'am." It was clear that she would not be allowed to leave, and all further protest would achieve would be to give the impression that she was close to losing control. She refused to ruin her dignity like that.No matter how true it feels, she grimaced, squeezing her thighs together as another stab of pain went through her abdomen. She had drunk at least a quart and a half of water in that office, not to mention several cans of soda beforehand, and the last time she had been to the bathroom before that had been that morning; she had thought herself empty once she had given her sample, but much of the liquid remained in her system, working its way through to her bladder.Her urge only grew worse over the remainder of the lesson. Tithia made a point of calling on her every few questions, and Carmilla gave her just enough attention to get them right, the rest going to holding back the flood between her legs. As the end of the lesson approached Carmilla could have sworn her bladder's fullness would be visible if someone had looked, a rock-solid, aching mass concentrating its enormous weight on her urethra. Her legs pressed tightly together upon it, one ankle hooked behind the other; her world slowly narrowed to her focus on holding on, all else fading to background noise.So when the bell rang, marking the end of the lesson and the school day alike, it caught her completely by surprise; and though she managed to avoid visibly jumping, the momentary distraction was enough to allow a few drops to escape her control. The brief release somehow made her desperation redouble, and she was unable to prevent a quiet groan."Carmilla?" came a voice from somewhere to her right. "Are you okay?"Fuck. Laura had noticed her plight. Of all the people who could have known - well, okay, this was better than some options, since at least it wasn't as humiliating as if one of the Idiot Bros had noticed and announced it to the room, but she certainly wasn't happy about it. Ever since she'd first noticed the tiny, cheerful girl in the cafeteria, holding a bright pink cupcake and wearing a t-shirt of the same pink and giggling because "We match!" she'd been smitten, though she preferred to call it weaving an elaborate web of seduction. Mostly by showing a lot of cleavage and being confident and cool in her direction, but the point stood, and wetting herself in front of her would not draw her eye in remotely the right way."Yeah, cupcake, I'm fine." Somehow, the blatant lie came out in a completely calm voice, not even a quiver of desperation audible."Are you sure? Because the last time I had a drug test I had to use the bathroom three times in the next hour and one of those times I nearly didn't make it. You're really okay?" Her face was the very picture of concern even as her words made Carmilla's bladder spasm in her abdomen.Carmilla didn't reply for the moment, concentrating on packing her things into her bag without moving her abdomen more than absolutely necessary. When that was done, she moved onto the next challenge, that of standing up; she managed, and didn't jam her hands into her crotch like she so desperately wanted to, but in the process another few drops escaped, the feeling of dampness against her skin torturous. "Really okay. Come on, let's get going."Laura, who didn't seem fooled in the least, hovered around her anxiously as she shuffled through the hallways. Her murder walk was well beyond her, since she couldn't take her thighs apart or concentrate on anything other than getting to a toilet, but she thought she was at least managing a "can control her damned bladder" walk.And the two of them rounded the corner to the bathroom only to find a queue of girls lined up outside it. "Fuck," she muttered; there was no way she could last long enough to make it if she waited there. Laura looked at her with concern as she strode past without joining the queue, another leak escaping her with the thought of how close she was to a bathroom, and apparently she'd already soaked her panties since she felt the drop tracing its way down her leg.She managed to make it to the bus stop without any further loss of control, and by some miracle a bus pulled up less than a minute later. Entirely on autopilot she paid her fare and sat down, Laura perched anxiously on the seat next to her, and the bus began moving with what felt like a shove directly on her bladder. Laura, apparently aiming to take her mind off her desperation, started up a stream of chatter, to which Carmilla responded with occasional grunts and "mmhm"s. Several times Laura caught herself moments before mentioning rain, or drinks, or bathrooms, changing the subject abruptly; and then after a while she bit her lip and lowered her voice as though to convey some great secret."You know," she began, hesitantly, "when, that time I mentioned, I had to go badly after a test... I didn't completely make it to the bathroom the last time. I got to the toilet, but I couldn't hold it long enough to pull down my panties, so I just went through them with my skirt pulled up. If you can't make it... You don't need to be embarrassed, Carmilla, I'll understand."Carmilla groaned. Laura meant well, but the idea that she could just let go made it all the harder to hold on; a spasm went through her bladder, and for a moment the floodgates opened, flowing freely for several seconds until she shoved her hands into her crotch and gripped tightly, dignity forgotten. "Not helping," she hissed, and Laura bit her lip again, her hands hovering near Carmilla as though wanting to do something but not sure what.For several minutes the pair sat in silence while Carmilla desperately tried to regain control, and then Laura gasped quietly. Following her gaze, Carmilla saw that her shirt had ridden up with all her dancing, exposing her abdomen, where could be seen a visible bulge, skin stretched across her overfull bladder. She felt an odd moment of vindication at that, that she was indeed holding enough to be seen; it certainly felt it. Laura, apparently unconsciously, moved her hand towards Carmilla's bulge, stopping short of actually touching it; not entirely sure why, Carmilla nodded slightly, and Laura let her fingers gently trace the shape. Even that light touch sent further waves of need through her, and she moaned under her breath. Laura drew back her hand and looked back out of the window, then cursed. "Carmilla, we've gone past your stop! Come on, we'll have to get off and walk back, we're only a couple of stops past it."She jumped up and rang the bell, leaving Carmilla to try and stand. Slowly, painfully, and loosing several further drops from her bladder, she managed, noticing in passing that she had left a visible wet patch on the seat. She felt the eyes of the other passengers on her as she shuffled slowly towards the front of the bus, hunched over and clutching herself tightly, but could spare no concentration to care.They stepped out onto the pavement and headed slowly in the direction of Carmilla's home, Laura gently guiding her forward with a hand on her back, sparing her the concentration of keeping moving. Every few steps another few drops escaped, regardless of her tight grip, and the warm liquid trickling down her legs only weakened her control, a vicious cycle.And then it was too much. She stopped walking, twisting her legs tightly around one another, and focused her entire being on keeping back the flood straining for release. Her bladder felt as though it contained an ocean, filling her to the very edge of bursting and bearing down on her urethra with an enormous weight, and it was all she could do to deny it."Carmilla..." Laura sounded worried. "If you can't hold it, you can just let go. It's okay, I promise.""No," she refused, sounding more like a gasp, "I can hold it. I can. I'll be fine.""You're not fine, Carmilla, you're about to wet yourself! Just go, please, I don't want you to keep on hurting yourself like this!"Carmilla ignored her, dancing in place and groaning when the motion caused her bladder's contents to slosh around. Laura, insistent, stepped forward and took hold of her forearm, gently pulling her hand from her crotch, and another long leak escaped her even as she bore down on her muscles with all her strength. Laura pulled away her other hand in turn, and then when Carmilla continued, stubbornly, to hold back, gently placed her hand under her shirt, directly over her bladder's bulge, and firmly pressed down upon it.And it was too much for Carmilla, her muscles strained too far to resist this new pressure, and all at once her bladder released; it poured out of her in a flood, thoroughly soaking her trousers, and as she moaned with the blissful relief she couldn't bring herself to care. For long minutes it poured forth, the thought of stopping never crossing her mind.Eventually the stream lessened in strength, then trailed off, her bladder finally, wonderfully empty, and as her wits returned to her she looked to Laura where she had stepped away to see just how much of a hit her dignity had taken.Laura's pupils were blown wide, her mouth hung slightly open, and she was breathing heavily. Far from disgusted, the girl looked thoroughly turned on after watching Carmilla wet herself; and as she pressed her thighs together and found the wetness in her crotch was more than just urine, she realized she was too.Straightening up, she fixed Laura with one of her most devilish smirks, and in a low purr said, "Let's get back to my place and get cleaned up, Cupcake. Maybe we could even discuss a repeat performance... as long as you're willing to reciprocate."Laura, still openmouthed, nodded silently, and followed as Carmilla turned and began walking. |
Emily’s Anniversary of an Accident
Emily smiled gleefully as she awoke. While she hadn’t been much of a fan of Christmas last year (or the years prior, to be honest), Emily had been warming up to it.
Well, actually, as much as she was reluctant to admit it, it really wasn’t the holiday itself she was warming up to, it was actually more so her sister. Lilly, a girl that had been a thorn in Emily’s side (and still partly was) had become closer to her over the year. They had been chatting a little more, spending more time together, and, while previously it seemed impossible, they were actually friendly to each other. That in itself was a big enough feat, but sadly, the friendliness had been waning as the months ticked by. By Halloween, Lilly was getting a more and more quiet, and by Thanksgiving, she was more distant than she had ever been. In fact, such thoughts may be the reason why Emily somehow forgot to get a present this year. Now, with roles virtually reversed, Emily had no idea what to do. In fact, their parents, after having a short breakfast with them, said they had to drive to a relative’s house, and that Emily was in charge while they were away for the day. While rather sudden, it gave Emily the perfect chance to talk with Lilly, although her hopes were virtually dashed aside the moment she her the doorbell ring.
“Ah! It’s Sarah!” Lilly cried out, running past Emily.
“Lilly, didn’t you hear mom and dad? No friends over unless you ask me first!”
“W-well, can she come over now?”
Letting out a gentle, lighthearted sigh, she nodded. “Sure, she’s over right now anyways, may as well not send her back home.” Emily approached the front door, greeting the small girl that had arrived. While Emily wore her rather tomboyish attire of a bland mismatch of long pants and a long-sleeved shirt, Sarah was wearing a long, thick, red skirt with a red sweater, along with a white scarf and coat. Her pink mittens, while a little off, fit well with the blend of the two colors, and besides, they complimented Lilly’s attire, which was more or less a violet version of Sarah’s clothes. Emily shook her head. While her personal dislike for skirts wasn’t something that she really took mind of, and she knew that the two girls wouldn’t get cold with such thick clothing, the fact that even the brands of clothing matched made Emily wonder if the two thought they were wearing the latest fashion.
“So,” Sarah said, her joy already filling her lungs, “let’s have a snowball fight! There’s still plenty of snow from yesterday!” Lilly looked back at Emily, her eyes begging her to go outside. Both girls knew their parents still didn’t trust her outside without her older sibling, so it was only natural that Emily would be required to join them.
“Fine, let’s go outside, just let me get dressed first.” As she was saying that, Emily was slipping her coat on over her arms. She wasn’t too willing to go upstairs and get a second pair of pants to stay warm, especially after her forgetfulness from last year.
They all had agreed to have a snowball fight, and Emily being the oldest, she was against Lilly and Sarah. Two respective snow forts were built, each just below the height of their shoulders when standing, with Emily’s more of her size and Lilly and Sarah’s more of their size. The girls were quick to build their own stockpiles of snowballs before snowballs started sailing over the walls of each fort, a few hitting the faces of the three girls. They were all having a fun time, rapidly producing and hurling the frozen projectiles, blowing up in a powdery explosions.
Soon enough, Emily started to notice a change in her sister. While she certainly seemed more energetic around Emily than she had ever been these last few months, something else seemed… off. After throwing with a little too much effort and almost falling forward, her eyes grew wide as her mittens buried themselves into her tight skirt. Lilly took notice and said something in return, but Emily couldn’t hear what the two were talking about as she was too far away to hear. Her worry, and part of her curiosity as well, made her move closer to see what was wrong. Lilly’s cheeks seemed unusually red, even for the chilly air that was blowing across all of their faces.
“…said I can hold it, can’t you too?” Lilly muttered to Sarah, Emily able to pick up the last few words. Her eyes trailed up to her sister as her mouth shut tightly. Sarah, noticing her friend’s silence and Emily’s concerned look, quickly spoke up.
“U-um, I think it’s about time we build a snowman!” Sarah shifted her weight, obviously just as nervous as Lilly was.
“Y-yeah, I-I-I also nee- want to build a snowman…” Lilly’s voice seemed to taper off a little, but Emily paid no mind, she was just happy her sister was having fun once again. The display earlier, however, still had Emily a little worried.
So, as they started rolling balls of snow on the ground to build them up, Emily leaned over to Lilly and whispered a small “Do you need to pee, Lilly?”
Lilly’s back straightened at this, and it was obvious that she was absolutely flustered. “N-no, I don’t have to pee, I just… hurt my leg earlier, and it was stinging from the pain.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah, really.”
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Not really, not in the slightest. Lilly, her own thoughts already on her overworked bladder, were definitely not worried about her “injured” leg, which required no worrying in the slightest. Her legs were shaking, and she was surprised Emily had bought such a lie when her hands trembling so much from desperation. In fact, she was surprised she hadn’t already wet herself earlier, her bladder had even leaked a few drops into panties then, and she highly doubted she would hold on for much longer.
However, the last thing she wanted was to give anyone an excuse to stay inside. That’s why, no matter how badly she had to pee, she wasn’t going to go inside.
…outside, on the other hand…
“H-hey, Sarah…” Lilly had approached her friend, who seemed to be holding on just a tad better than Lilly. “I umm… a-about needing to pee…”
“Y-you want to go inside?” Sarah’s strained voice shook, as if close to breaking from the effort of holding her pee for so long.
“N-no, I-I meant… w-we could always… ummm… p-p-pee outside…” Now Lilly’s entire body was trembling, scared of her friend’s response of doing such an unorthodox method when a much more cultured option was only a minute away.
Sarah looked to her feet, contemplating the idea for a moment before shaking her head in refusal. “N-no, I know you’ve been getting me the last few months to play that game with you, b-but girls don’t do that, it’s icky…”
Lilly didn’t mind how Sarah’s vocabulary was a little childish, even for her age, but the answer was still clear. “But Sarah, if we go inside, you tend to decide to stay inside, and I really want to play in the snow just a little bit longer. …Besides, you don’t look like you can hold it much longer.”
Sarah was silent. She knew she had a tendency to be rather lazy after doing any kind of work, but she wouldn’t ever want to do that in place of using an actual restroom. But, her bladder was still sending rather urgent signals, so she decided it was best to give it a try. “O-okay, b-but let’s at least go somewhere private first…”
The tried their best to get out of sight, but so many places were exposed. Finally, they realized something. Their snow fort from earlier was one of the least exposed areas in the entire backyard. “Here, if you want, we can both go at the same tim-“
“No! I-I’ll just… wait for you first, if that’s okay…”
Lilly shrugged, hiking up her skirt and squatting down. She didn’t even have a chance to pull her panties down, as her legs being exposed to the cold air made her start peeing almost instantly. She tried her best to keep pee from landing on her shoes, but the steaming, hot pee was still somewhat getting on her legs. When she decided to try and take her panties of anyways, it was worse, as it practically started spraying over her legs. However, melting yellow snow and obvious small steam cloud aside, the relief was just too good, and the warm pee on her legs helped warm her up as well.
Sarah, however, couldn’t feel the relief, and no matter how much she tried to cover her ears, she could still hear the sound of gushing urine, and it all but helped her need to pee. She started to feel a trickle of warm liquid running down her leg, and while she was now more than ever tempted to yank down her panties and pee next to Lilly, her hands shot down to her skirt to stem the flow, and they remained there, unable to move without flooding herself. The sighing girl beside her only made her need worse and worse, and as her hand pushed harder and harder, all that came in reply was a faster and faster stream, until the floodgates open all at once, the front of her skirt turning a dark, dark red despite her best efforts. A similar cloud of steam and melting yellow snow formed below her, but her face was absolutely scarlet in the shame of having wet herself involuntarily. Sarah sniffed as she was unable to keep the tears from falling down her cheeks, and her pee soaked mittens were inches away from her face, trying to cover her cheeks without getting pee on them.
Of course, it was about that time that Emily showed up. “What are you girls do-” She cut herself off as her eyes took in the whole scene. Lilly quickly dropped down her skirt and tried smoothing it out while Sarah tried her best to hide her obvious accident.
“L-Lilly wanted to pee outside, a-and so I was going to as well, b-but I couldn’t hold it, a-and she didn’t want to pee anywhere else, a-and…” Sarah was babbling nonstop, trying to find some way to explain it to Emily without having her think it was her idea to wet herself.
Lilly scuffed her shoe in the melted snow, eyes cast to the ground. “I-I… um… since last year, I’ve kinda… grown to enjoy needing to pee and stuff like that. I-I wanted to tell you and all, Emily, b-but I was afraid you may think I’m a creep and all, a-an-“
“Lilly…” Emily interrupted, crouching down beside the girl, a reassuring smile on her face. “I’m your sister, I’m the last person to judge you, and anything that’ll make you happy will make me happy. Besides…” Emily winked at Lilly. “I forgot to give you a Christmas present as well, and agreeing to help you enjoy those feelings even more will be my gift to you.” |
Since Sanguinary Emissary has been in dev hell for so long, I bring a small holiday tale of the O'Neill sisters when they were growing up, told by the view point of Emma.
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So… How many of you remember it? Christmas morning, I mean. You’d wake up, you’d be groggy for about five seconds or so… and then it hits you. Christmas! It’s finally here! Santa Claus has come and gone, and there’s a horde of presents under the tree just waiting to be unwrapped.
Well, that’s how it was for me. Every year. I mean, hey, when you’re a kid, getting presents is just the best thing in the whole world! There are few things more thrilling. All the new toys and games that you now get to have and… well… I don’t know how else to put it! It’s not even something you can fully put into words; that giddy feeling you get as you tear into that present and pull out that one thing you’ve always wanted. Maybe it’s because… as you’re growing up, you don’t have the means to get what you want, and so, christmas is one of the few times that you might actually get that one thing. So when December rolls around, that’s when you start wishing… with all your heart.
“Emma, wake up! It’s Christmas!”
It was just how I had described. For about five seconds, all I wanted to do was punch my sister for daring to awaken me, then go straight back to sleep. But no sooner than later did reality strike me… it was, indeed, Christmas!
I sat straight up, and began bouncing with what was probably the stupidest smile on my face…
“Let’s go wake up Mom and Dad!”
“Wait, what?” I gave Leila a panicked look. “No! We can’t wake them up! It’s only 6:13!”
Leila gave me the very best puppy-dog eyes she could. “But it’s Christmas!”
“I know, but we can’t wake up Mom and Dad or they’ll just get mad and then they won’t give us our presents!”
“I don’t care!” Leila huffed. “I’m waking them up!”
I tried to stop her by grabbing her arm, but she slipped out of my grip. I didn’t know what to do. Leila’s an impulsive, one-track-mind thing who once she sees a goal, all she can think about is reaching it. The best plan I could come up with is to bury myself under the covers and pretend I was asleep. Make it seem like is was all Leila’s idea.
Then I heard it. The sound of knuckles on hollow wood. One… two… three… four. I flinched at each knock.
I waited… and waited… for what felt like an hour. I kept thinking that I was hearing a voice. Was something happening? Did Leila’s plan work? I was far too afraid to look out from my cover to check. So I kept waiting. And I waited some more. The silence was paralyzing. Part of me wanted to get up and pull Leila back into our room and spare her the punishment that was probably coming. But if I got up, and that’s when my parents chose to deal with Leila… oooohh, that timing! I clenched the edge of my pillow and pressed my lips together.
Another set of knocks resounded through the hallway and into the room, but this time… I heard the door open. There were muffled voices, but it sounded like my dad. His tone… seemed even, but I could detect the slight irritation. 6 AM is just too early for grown-ups.
I could hear Leila walking back in. I rose from my covers and shot her an “I told you so” look, to which she retorted with an “I don’t care” look.
“Dad says we can’t leave the room until he and mom get up.”
I shrugged. That was the answer I expected.
And so, two anxious little girls sat in their rooms as time passed, waiting for the time when presents could finally be opened. Leila sat on her bed with her legs tucked into her chest, rocking back and forth in place, while I lay in bed staring at the wall, wondering just how many heart-shaped stickers I managed to put on there. Waiting was so hard though… and made it worse… I had to go to the bathroom.
“Emma…” said Leila.
“Yeah?”
“I have to go pee.”
Well what do you know? I wasn’t alone. “Same here.” I replied. “But if Dad said we can’t leave…”
“I have to go really bad though.”
I didn’t answer. I really didn’t know what else to say. I had to go pretty bad as well, but what do you do when your parents say that you aren’t allowed to get up?
“Emma!” Leila said in a whispering shout.
“What?”
“I don’t know what to do!” Leila tucked her legs in tighter. “I can’t hold it much longer!”
“Just wait for Mom and Dad to get up!”
“I can’t!” she whined. “I’m gonna pee!” She started digging her heels into her private area. I didn’t know what to tell her. I didn’t want her to have an accident, but I didn’t want her to get in trouble either.
“Well… I guess that-”
“I just peed a little bit…” Leila whimpered.
“U-Um, okay…” I sat up and looked around the room quickly. Perhaps there was something she could go in and then we could hide it and dump it out later. I didn’t want her peeing in any of our toy bins though… I’d never touch it again if she did. So what then?
Of course! “Leila, just go in the garbage can!”
“A-Are you sure?”
“It’s better than peeing on your bed!”
“O-Okay!” Leila quickly got up and hobbled over to the trash under our desk. She pulled it out and placed it in the middle of the room. “Don’t look, okay?”
“Oh, don’t worry!” I said. “I won’t!”
So I spun around where I sat and faced the wall again. I could hear Leila fumbling around with her pants, but from the sound of things, she was probably trying to sit on it. Sadly, it was a rectangular waste bin and wasn’t all that stable. At that point, I knew what was coming.
“Emma…”
“Yes?”
“I don’t know how to… do it.”
I turned around, and there she is, standing there with only a white, long-sleeved shirt… then totally nude below. I couldn’t help but blush just a bit at seeing her in that… exposed position.
“Um… all right. Try just… standing over it.”
“I can’t do that!”
“Leila, it will be just fine!” I argued, struggling to keep my voice at a whisper. “Look… I’ll do it too.”
“R-Really?” asked Leila.
“…Yes.” I got up and walked over to the opposite side of the the garbage. I pulled my own pants and panties down, then I bent my knees slightly and stood over the bin. “All right, you too now. We’ll do it together.”
Leila waddled herself over until her hips were positioned above the waste bin.
“Okay… here it comes…” she whimpered.
“Get ready!” I said to her.
I placed a hand on Leila’s shoulder and nodded. She nodded back, then squeezed her eyes shut, and in that moment, golden droplets began to pour out from between her legs, splattering onto the small stack of used paper below. A few moments later, I felt my own urine begin pushing its way through the passages of my lower body, then out it sprayed into the bin below us. And, oh my God, was it loud. I hoped beyond all hope that our parents couldn’t hear it. And that poor little sister of mine. Her face was flushed red with humiliation. She couldn’t even bring herself to look at what she was doing in the trash. But I could see it. The paper was absorbing most of it, but now it was beginning to puddle up. And it smelled. Badly. It was hard to say whether or not we could hide this from Mom and Dad. I don’t know what the hell that kid was drinking, but wow, did it stink.
I sighed rather loudly. I don’t think I had to go nearly as bad as Leila did, but I sure had to go. I gazed at out streams as they splattered everywhere. I couldn’t help but be slightly amused. Two girls peeing together in a trash can. It was so absurd that who wouldn’t be entertained. Now if only we placed our hands on our private parts and pretended we were boys! That would just make the whole even worthwhile.
Nevertheless, Leila was going through something embarrassing and I needed to try and be the supportive big sister. So I retained my composure, tried to reassure her. “It’s all right. We’re doing the right thing. This is much better than having an accident!”
Leila looked at me with her tear-filled eyes and nodded.
“Look!” I pointed at our streams as they began to die down and shrivel away. “We’re all done! It’s over!”
“Finally…” Leila sobbed. “I really thought I was going to have an accident. But now I’m afraid that Mom and Dad will find about that we went potty in the trash.”
“I’ll tell them it was my idea, and then remind them that they told us we couldn’t get up.”
Of course, it was that moment right then and there when I heard our bedroom door open up and my Dad walked in to see us half-nude girls standing over a waste bin filled with pee. The look on his face was priceless. But the again, I’d wager that Leila and I had similar looks.
Well to make a long story short, we all laughed about it and how silly the whole thing was. Dad revised the rule, saying that we were allowed to get up, just not allowed to open any presents until Mom and Dad got up too. To this day, the tale of how Emma and Leila O’Neill peed in the trash can on Christmas morning remains an amusing family anecdote that gets passed around each year. To you, dear reader, I pass it on again. Tell a friend, if you wish. Either way, Merry Christmas and a happy new year!
-Emma O’Neill |
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