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Sitting at the backseat of her mom’s car, Alex crossed her legs and looked out of the window. Her bladder was full and she was trying to put a clamp over it until she reached a toilet.
The short meeting with her class teacher didn’t go very well. Alex had flunked her tests yet again and she was sure her mother would yell at her once they reached home.
But there was a much bigger worry that had taken root in her mind. Her need to pee was getting pretty serious and she didn’t know if she could hold it much longer. She squeezed her dick between her thighs and took a deep breath. She had to hold it, no matter what.
When Alex was born, her parents thought she was a boy but as she grew older and her mind and body developed, they realized that she was in fact a girl, who was just a bit different. But instead of accepting her the way she was, her parents forced her to think she was a boy. She never liked being called son. It felt so suffocating, so forced.
None of the boys she knew had a body like her. She always felt much comfortable around girls and would try to gel in with them, although she knew she was different.
It was by the time when she was in the third grade, that she came out open about her identity in front of her parents.
At first her mother, Stacey, thought Alex was trying to come out as a gay. “Oh, you want to be a girl because you like boys?,” Stacey had once asked. It made sense that way. But Alex did not understand at that time that gender and sexuality are two entirely distinct parts of one’s identity. She was just a child after all.
When she was 14, Alex learned what futanari meant and cried of happiness. After 10 years of confusion, she finally understood who she was.
She immediately told her mom, but Stacey reacted extremely negatively, telling Alex that it was a phase, that she would never truly be a girl, that God doesn’t make mistakes, that she was wrong.
But with time, things got a little better. Although against it at first, Stacey supported Alex with her decision to be identified as a girl, just because her body was developing like one.
But her father was against this. He didn’t care what changes Alex was going through.
He always tried to discourage her of being who she wanted to be by making her were boyish clothes. He would make Alex change whenever she wore a typical ‘girl’s attire’. He wanted Alex to be identified as a boy and was ready to go to any lengths to do that. Her father’s actions were breaking Alex from within and she would feel bad about herself every time she was with him.
But as time passed, Alex became more firm in her decision to be called a girl, which didn’t go down well with her dad. He soon disowned her, saying he wasn’t going to raise an abnormal child like her. He divorced Stacey and married someone else, leaving his former wife and daughter behind on their own.
As the car swept ahead, Alex kept her eyes stuck on the road. At this point, she wanted to yell at her mom to stop so she could find somewhere to pee, but she was afraid. Her mother still looked pretty incensed and she didn’t want to poke the hornet’s nest.
“M-Mom…” she began to say.
Stacey didn’t reply, her mind still clouded with anger. Ignoring her child’s call, she kept driving.
Noticing her mother’s temper, Alex wanted to keep quiet. She didn’t want to annoy her any further but this was urgent.
Mustering the entire reservoir of strength left inside her, Alex spoke again, “Mom..”
“What is it?! Can’t you see I’m driving?” Stacey shot back, keeping her eyes on the road.
“W-were we gonna stop somewhere?” Alex said, fighting to keep her voice from shaking.
“No” Stacey replied sternly, “I’ve to get back to the office and I can’t waste my time driving you around…”
Alex bit her lower lip. “OK,” she whispered.
The thought of holding it till home made Alex worried but maybe she could make it. She was grateful to be in the backseat, where her mother couldn’t see her tense her legs. She wriggled slightly, trying to find a more secure position.
After another fifteen minutes, Alex was squirming more regularly. She tried to concentrate on other things – the buildings, the songs on the radio – but it wasn’t working.
“M-mom, c-could you drive a little faster?” Alex said, unable to keep a slight whine out of her voice.
At this, Stacey’s dam of anger burst, “What do you think I’m doing?” she turned her head back for a second and looked at her daughter, “Do you think I was enjoying standing there being humiliated by Mr. Cootes over your horrendous result?”
At this, Alex lowered her head in embarrassment, determined not to speak again. She crossed her legs and exhaled slowly, closing her eyes. Maybe, she thought, if she focused only on trying to hold it, she could make it home. But even with her entire focus burning with the effort to prevent an accident, things were drawing close to the edge.
An indeterminate amount of time later, Alex felt the car slow. Thank God! she thought, assuming they’d reached home. She opened her eyes.
Home was nowhere in sight, only a bevy of cars ahead of them.
As their car rolled to a halt, the seat belt pressed into her rock hard bladder. Alex suddenly felt a quick spurt of urine escape, and she clapped a hand over her mouth to keep from crying out. She grasped at her crotch with her other hand, holding tightly to regain control.
A wave of panic ran through her, they were stuck in traffic and she didn’t have much time left. She tightened her grip on her crotch, clenching her thigh muscles.
More minutes passed, and they had barely moved. Alex knew they were close to their home, almost a ten minute ride from where they were but the traffic wasn’t moving. Her muscles were starting to shake from the effort of holding; at this rate, she wasn’t going to make it.
Alex took a deep breath. “M-Mom?”
Stacey snapped. “What?!”
“I- I’ve to go to the b-bathroom..”
“Just sit there for a while, we're almost home..”
“O-okay”
Alex didn’t think she had any time to spare, but she hunched back in her seat, still holding herself.
She was shivering with the effort to keep herself dry. She couldn’t remember the last time she had to pee this bad.
Then suddenly, another squirt of urine ran out of her, soaking her panties a little. Alex felt a tide of horror wash over her. She was beginning to lose control.
“M-mom..” she whined.
Stacey groaned. “WHAT IS IT?! Can’t you see we are stuck in traffic? Can’t you just keep quiet for a while?!”
Alex snapped her mouth shut and stared at her lap, miserable. A few more drops of urine leaked, and her underwear felt uncomfortably damp.
Stacey held the wheel tighter. She had to get back to work and was running late. She was hungry and probably wouldn’t have time for lunch. But mostly, she was disappointed in Alex for flunking her tests and wasting another year of her life. She hadn’t meant to sound so angry, but seriously, couldn’t the girl act her age?
But then Stacey heard something that made her heart drop and her irritation vanish.
Alex was crying.
She turned around to find Alex sniffling with her head down. She saw a tear drip off her chin.
The girl’s body was shaking as a pool of urine grew on the lap of her skirt. She was having an accident.
“Oh, dear…” Stacey exclaimed, gripping the steering wheel tighter. A sense of guilt shrouded her mind. Maybe if she had listened to Alex, this wouldn’t have happened.
“I’m so sorry, ,” Stacey pleaded. “This was my fault. Look, let’s just get home, we’ll get you cleaned…”
Alex broke down to gasping sobs and covered her face in embarrassment as she continued to wet herself. Her lips trembled violently as tears came out of her eyes like rivulets.
The traffic abated and Stacey managed to wriggle her car out. They covered the rest of the ride in silence.
Stacey pulled into the garage and hesitantly turned around to face Alex. “We’re home. Why don’t you go get changed?”
Alex didn’t respond. Her body shuddered as she cried and her breathes came in great wrecking sobs.
Shaken, Stacey slid out of the car and opened the back door. Though she didn’t react outwardly, she was stunned at the amount of wetness around Alex. The wetness had leeched into the girl’s clothes, leaving her skirt and top drastically soaked. Stacey couldn’t imagine how long Alex must have been holding it to have an accident that size.
Alex wanted to say sorry. That it would never happen again but her sobs impeded her words. .
“It’s okay.” Stacey reached over and wrapped her arms around the girl, “Just breathe, honey. It’s okay. It’s okay. Just breathe.”
Slowly, minute by minute, Alex came back to her senses. Her cries died down, but the humiliation remained.
Stacey kept talking, calmly, consistently, as the teen’s breathing evened out. "It's okay. It's okay. You're alright, sweetie."
After a few minutes of rocking and soothing, Stacey, stepped out of the vehicle and guided her daughter out by the arm.
Alex made to her room as they both stepped inside the house. Stacey didn’t bother disturbing the girl. She knew a little time alone would get her back to normal.
After she showered, Alex had her lunch and went to sleep.
Maybe a little while away from the world would help lessen her embarrassment. |
*Here's chapter 2, enjoy.
Chapter 2: DriveThe year this all started was 2030. When a change in U.S. government completely obliterated women’s rights in its entirety. Women were now treated like slaves. All of them. No matter your race, religion, age, or whatever else differed you from the common people. Some women got off lucky, as if they had the correct ties, they could avoid the bad that could and most likely would happen to the average woman. The bladder trade started in 2031 by a group of twisted people who all had one thing in common. A strong pee fetish. It first started as a small underground type operation, which then as the population grew, thus introducing more hungry fetishists, expanded to an operation so large, that it was no longer uncommon to see a bladder slave dancing about in her chair at a restaurant. Bladder slaves were everywhere. Although, No one could explain the off the charts influx of pee fetishist. No one had, and no one was likely to ever be able to explain it. No one. Ever.
The men forced her in to the back seats of the suv, locking her in a special restraint system, nothing like she had ever before witnessed. Morgan was strapped down tightly, two belts squishing her delicate breasts, going down her body in the shape of an “X”. An additional two belts went under her, coming up through her crotch area, separating out and ending at her shoulders. A tight belt went above her breasts, a second going under them. A metal belt went around her stomach, squeezing it tightly. Belts went across her thighs, and her ankles were belted as well. Her hands were also secured to her sides, propped up. Morgan could barely move. Her breathing was labored, her body strangled by the arrangement. She was given two bottles of water before they departed.
Soon, Morgan felt pressure in her bladder, and she almost released a spurt. Her immediate instinct was to hold herself, but her arms would not budge, as she was brought back in to the reality that she was restrained to the point where she was unable to move. She moaned as her bladder filled up.
“When are we going to arrive? I really have to pee”, Morgan questioned.
“When we arrive you can pee, I suggest you don’t though, you are soon going to find that instead of peeing in the next twenty minutes, it could be ten hours while you are on the verge of wetting. When we get to our destination, you will be allowed to pee, and then fitted”, the man replied.
Fitted? What the hell could that mean?
When they arrived, Morgan was released from her restraints. She almost lost control as she was getting out, leaking. Morgan’s hands were restrained. The men walked her in to the building. Near the entrance, women and men were operating what appeared to be an airport type luggage machine. One of the men she was with carried it, and placed it on the machine. Morgan tried to stop it, but she was held back by one of the men.
“Where is my bag going?” Morgan demanded.
“Don’t worry miss, you will get it back soon”.
She was then screened.
“Miss, I am going to have to ask you to remove your pants and panties”, a short white woman with blonde hair said.
Morgan resisted, she tried to stop the woman, who, with the help of the men transporting Morgan, forced her to take her clothes off.
“Now I am going to ask you to squat and cough”.
Morgan tried once again to resist, only to be shocked by one of the men. Morgan screamed in pain, trying to kick her legs.
Eventually, Morgan did as the woman said, and coughed. One that was over with, Morgan had her clothes put back on, and was taken down a hall way.
She was allowed to pee, but one of the men had to watch her.
“Please leave, I just need to pee, I can’t pee with someone watching me like this”.
“I’m sorry mam, but no can do”, the man responded, continuing to scrutinize Morgan, her pants pulled down, exposing herself.
Morgan soon conjured up the willpower she had, releasing a weak stream that quickly turned in to a torrent. When she was done, the man had to wipe her, refusing to free Morgan’s hands from their tight restraints. When Morgan’s pants were pulled back up, her womanhood still felt damp, as she knew no man was going to complete the job correctly.
Following her trip to the bathroom, she was brought down on an elevator to another room.
When she entered, all she saw was a freak show of desperate women. Each woman was sectioned off in a small see through room, the walls made of bullet proof glass. The woman were all desperate to go, and it appeared as they were being monitored, for a reason unknown to Morgan. She saw several women bouncing around, all appearing to be around Morgan’s age or a year or two older at the most. The first woman she saw was a redhead. She had a tall and skinny build, a build that would easily show a full bladder. The girl danced around, looking like she was on the verge of losing control. The second was a short blond, also with a skinny frame. She too looked like she was in pain from holding it. All the women were naked except for a chastity type belt that was attached to each of them. The belt was made out of a combination of metal and plastic. It’s metal band went around the private area, and up around the waist, with an additional stretch band going around the bladder area. From Morgan’s observation’s, the belt appeared to serve the purpose of monitoring how much one of the women had in their bladder, possibly reading for maximum capacity?
A woman was sitting at a desk, she appeared to be a nurse.
“Am I giving her normal protocol men?”.
“Yes ma’am”, one of the men replied.
“Alright, honey, just sit in the chair, I am going to administer you some fluids”.
The chair resembled an electric chair, without the head piece. It had almost as many restraints as the car seat she was in earlier. Morgan tried to run. She took off down the hallway towards the exit, her young athletic body able to run much faster than the men she was with. When she thought she could finally get away, avoid being inducted in to the Bladder Trade program, she was stopped. The elevator required a key card to be able to go back up, likely to prevent people like her from escaping. Quickly, one of the men caught up to her, grabbing her, not allowing her to move whatsoever. She tried to break free, but it was of no use.
Morgan was brought back to the chair, the doors she ran out of being locked down. She was forced in to it, the men releasing her hands, only to be locked up again in the chair. Her legs were locked, and her chest was once again restrained, straps going tightly around it. She was helpless again, as she had already been countless times.
Morgan was forced to drink sixteen ounce bottles of water over a twenty minute period, and then was released, and held down by the men while the woman fitted Morgan with a chastity belt. She kicked and tried to scream, while the woman forced it on. She was then stripped of all her clothing, and was then transferred to one of the glass enclosing’s.
The door to the enclosing was locked, and she was trapped. Her chastity belt was tight. It had an opening at the bottom for peeing, with an electric plug you could adjust, and plugs for the anus and vagina. An elastic band with metal pieces went around her bladder area, with a small band above holding everything in place. Next to her was the red head she saw before. The redhead was definitely now going to lose it within the next five or ten minutes. She jumped up and down, bouncing off the walls of her enclosing, trying with all her strength to keep from having an accident.
Morgan tried to call out to her, quickly realizing the enclosing’s were partly sound proofed. Morgan knocked on the wall of her enclosing.
The red head looked at her and mouthed her, “I have to pee so badly, I can’t hold it for much longer”.
Morgan mouthed back to her, “I am already starting to fill up, I had to drink three bottles of water”.
“Me too”, was mouthed to Morgan. From there, it turned in to a full on conversation.
“Where do you think we are going?” Morgan asked.
“I had a friend who was put in to the bladder trade program years ago, when she was set free, she told me after you are inducted, you are flown to a show room, where for days or weeks you can be kept. She was lucky enough to be sold quickly, and sold to a kind master. She told me every day, when new buyers come in, you present yourself on a runway to the buyers. You are kept desperate most of the day, and then pee after you present to the buyers. I’ve heard some stories of women being sold in to a bladder holding service, much like a strip club, in which you dance for hours a day, with a full bladder”.
“Oh my god, that’s crazy!”.
All of a sudden, the red head stood still, bending over. Pee shot out of the bottom of her belt, covering the entire floor of the enclosing. Within a minute, a nurse came in and removed her. Morgan’s bladder had really started to fill up, and Morgan had to cross her legs to hold it. From that point on, Morgan knew just how much shit she was in. |
Hey Everyone! Hope y'all have a truly AWESOME CHRISTMAS! i've been a lurker for quite a long time and i wanted to contribute to this amazing community. This is my first work, its pretty lengthy cos i wanted to try and really develop on the main character to make the readers feel more engaged with her. The story is about an idea i've always had and ive searched high and low for vids on it but no luck. Anyways, PLEASE do feel free to leave any comments and advice you have and ill be sure to take them for future stories, (yes there will be !) feel free to PM me anytime if you have a story request, any advice, or if you just wanna chat :) hopin to get to know many of you awesome folks!
Part 1:
Chapter1:
Yui Natsuki stared absentmindedly at the sleek black laptop on her desk. It hummed quietly, an open email on its display. The laptop itself was an impressive piece of work. It boasted a glorious 15-inch IPS HD display and had more than enough punch in it to play even the most demanding games on the highest settings without any noticeable drops in performance. Yui had always had a liking for powerful computers, even from the time she was a little girl she would admire the new additions at the nearby tech stores. Now as a 24 year old woman, she had followed her passion and had an extremely well-paying job as a lead software designer in a prestigious American IT firm. She earned more than she knew what to do with. Originally from a small prefecture in Japan, she now had a beautiful studio apartment overlooking the Miami beaches. Curious place for a computer geek to live in eh… but Yui was a far cry from the stereotypical programmer. Most people wouldn’t in their wildest dreams think of her as someone who worked with computers. She was no geeky mouse, far from it. She was blessed with an almost angelic heart shaped face with large brown doe eyes, and a cute button nose. She had full lips yet a cute small mouth which had a mischievous grin to It., Her luscious thick dark hair extended to her mid back, the fringe almost covering her eyes but stopping just above them. Her hair was black with brownish highlights.
She had small feminine shoulders and arms that complimented her cute face, along with a slender waist and a well-toned stomach. Her breasts were rather modest though, at a 30B, she couldn't escape that part of her Asian genes. She liked to think she made up for it with her lower body, being blessed with a luscious plump round ass and wide curvaceous feminine hips. Her legs were toned and slightly muscular making her look smoking in a pair of tight jeans.
Her perfect bikini body wasn't the only thing that set her apart from the stereotypical computer geek though, Yui's personality was miles away too. She was a cheery young thing, always trying to make those around her laugh and she was seldom without a smile. She had a serious playful demeanor to her, sometimes a little too playful, but most of the time it was adorable. But she was a kind gentle soul who would always try to reach out to others and make friends albeit with a few of her jokes along the way.
She didn't know why computer software interested her so much, it just did, and it came naturally to her. She looked back at her laptop again, feeling nervousness settle in when she looked at the email on the screen. Under her bubbly charm she had a naughty dirty side to her. Being born to a very conservative traditional Japanese family, Yui had discovered a whole new side of herself when she move to the US to pursue her programming career. She was intimidated at first but over a couple of years she came to accept her inner naughty minx. It was a side she generally kept to herself but boy was she naughty inside. What started out as "exploring her body" soon turned into regular masturbation sessions and now she even had a pretty sizable collection of kinky sex toys hidden away in that lavish apartment. But recently she had been feeling even naughtier, her private "Yui time" and frequent “dates” with guys from bars didn't seem to satisfy her anymore. And as if it were a sign from the supernatural, the email came in.
As soon as she looked at its header she knew it was no ordinary email, the design, the wording, it had a certain foxy feel to it. It was from a "talent scouting" agent who claimed to have met her at a bar. She remembered no such encounter but then again she had been a little too tipsy on a couple of occasions and it was not beyond belief that she had given her email to some hot guy when she was half drunk. The agent claimed to be from a company called "Golden Gate Showers." What a deceitful name she laughed to herself. According to the email, Golden Gate Showers was a porn company that specialized in golden showers, or in other words, people peeing on each other. The agent claimed he had talked to her and sensed she might like some dirty excitement, also they were looking for an Asian girl in their films and he claimed she was the most beautiful Asian girl he had come across in a long time. The email was a formal invitation (in other words job offer) for her to be one of the stars in an upcoming golden showers porn flick.
Yui had a hard time coming to terms with the idea, she was horny and naughty yes, but this was a whole new level, she had mulled over it for a few days and eventually her desire for excitement got the better of her. She replied the agent indicating her interest. They had then forwarded her a list of things they wanted her to do and along with the script and plan for the shoot and necessary addresses etc.
Chapter 2
Yui sat in her chair looking over the checklist again.
Drink at least 1.5 liters of water before departing for the studio...check, she had just downed a full jug of water and could feel it in her tummy. The email had stated that the amount varies from model to model but each girl was to ensure she had a full bladder before the shoot or there wouldn't be enough piss to go around.
Next, dress in shorts and a long sleeved blouse. The email didn't specify why so she just assumed that was the outfit her character was supposed to wear. Check... she had chosen a velvety black long sleeved thick blouse with white embroidery on the left side and a pair of white short shorts that showed off her curvaceous hips and plump behind. Her shorts stopped just below her butt cheeks giving off a wonderful view of her gorgeous legs.
Next, wear attractive underwear, no granny panties. Check...Yui's inner naughty side had never allowed her to wear granny panties to begin with, she had always had a liking for tight sexy lingerie, and tonight was no exception. Under her blouse and shorts, she had on a matching lacy purple bra and panty set. Her panties were a sexy string bikini kind with lace trimmings.
Next, ensure to be clean and have your hair well styled. No problems here, Yui had just had a warm shower and her hair was smooth and silky, kept in her usual long flowing style.
Next, please ensure good grooming of body areas such as underarms and legs. Additionally please ensure your pubic hair has been well maintained and is neat (an untidy bush is not pleasant to some of the viewers as it obscures vision of the urine stream). A little overly formal she thought but check, Yui was blessed with having very little natural body hair and that was regularly waxed away. As for her pubic hair, she did have quite the large natural bush if she left it alone but her inner naughty side would never allow it, for a few years now, she had kept her vagina completely clean shaven, making sure to shave every other day in the shower. She slipped a finger in her panties just for the heck of it, yup, all smooth with only the slightest hint of stubble. A testament to her naughty side, she had two silver ring piercings on her clit hood, she tapped them once, gently, sending a wave of pleasure through her.
Lastly, please arrive an hour early for preparations. Yui checked her watch, she still had a good two and a half hours to go, about time for her to set off to make it an hour early.
Yui packed a set of clean clothes and toiletries into a backpack and made her way to her silver Audi R8. Feeling a tinge in her bladder she got in and drove off.
Chapter 3
"You are on the fastest route to your destination, you will arrive at your destination in approximately 20 minute’s time," the GPS unit chirped. Yui groaned to herself, she was starting to think she had seriously miscalculated her own body’s ability about the amount of water to drink beforehand. What had started out as a minor tingling in her bladder had now become an incredibly uncomfortable pressure. She had clearly misjudged the amount of water to drink and now her bladder was very full and whining for relief. "Dammit just a little longer," she mumbled to herself as she drove on. Thank God she had cruise control so she didn't have to step on the accelerator and could instead cross her sexy legs shut tight.
Another 15 minutes passed, according to the machine, she should be in view of her destination but it was still nowhere to be seen, she was now starting to feel genuinely worried. Normally she would have used the toilet long ago, her urge to urinate was now the only thing on her mind. She had resigned to driving with one hand, the other was jammed hard into her crotch to help her hold it in. For now it seemed to be working but that did not make her any less uncomfortable.
Finally after another 20 minutes of driving around she found the studio. The stupid GPS has been off by quite a bit and she had to follow the road signs on her own. She pulled into the car park and picked up her bag. As she stepped out of the car, she felt a wave of pressure shoot through her bladder, she gasped and grabbed her crotch hard, dropping her backpack. Regretting drinking so much liquid beforehand she picked up her backpack and miserably approached the studio, already 15 minutes into the 1 hour buffer time.
Miss Yui Natsuki? The young man at the counter asked. He received a nervous "urmm..yeah..."
"Follow me please, they have already began preparations inside,"
He eyed the gorgeous girl before him, she looked visibly distressed though, she was slightly bent forward and seemed to be breathing in short gasps. She clutched her backpack to her chest and stood in an awkward position, her perfect shapely legs crossed so tight they looked like they could snap a piece of wood between them.
He smiled knowingly to himself, he had been with this studio long enough to recognize it. It wasn't the first time and it sure was not going to be the last. Every now and then a new model would come by and would completely misjudge the amount of water to drink beforehand. It was always the same, a gorgeous girl struggling not to soak her sexy outfit. This time he got lucky, this newbie was far more attractive than the ones before her, and she also looked a LOT more desperate.
"Urrmmm could I please use the bathroom for a second before we go in please?" The girl asked timidly.
"I'm so sorry Miss Natsuki, there is no time, and it is already 20 minutes past schedule and we have lots to do,"
"Ohhh okay..."
The young man whose name was Alex almost felt sorry for her, the way she accepted his words he could almost hear her heart sink.
"This way Miss Natsuki," he said as he ushered her through a door
"Please call me Yui," she said trying her best to sound friendly despite her obvious discomfort
"Wow that was unexpected...she's clearly in trouble and she's still trying to be nice," Alex thought to himself as he led her on
"You got it Yui, all the best in there! I know it's your first time but I'm sure you'll do great!" He waved her off and returned to his desk.
"Thanks! I hope so but I'm not so sure..." Yui mumbled to no one in particular as she walked through the door, she glanced back at the boy who had just sent her off, he seemed around her age he had a short close cropped haircut and dark chocolate skin. She was momentarily taken aback by his kind words. She felt her concentration slip for just a fraction of a second but it was enough. She felt a few drops of pee squirt out into her panties. She gasped and grabbed her crotch, checking for damage but there didn't seem to be any. She timidly made her way forward.
Chapter 4
"Yui! There you are! There's my Asian beauty!" cried the over enthusiastic director in a comical French accent. If Yui was not concentrating so hard on not soaking her shorts she might have giggled. Instead she smiled weakly and approached.
"I am Enrico, I will be your director for today, sorry darling but we have some unforeseen things to attend to later on so we must begin now!"
"Come come get put your things down and get on the set darling, si right there!"
Yui did as she was told, taking baby steps, it took all her effort not to grab her crotch. She could feel her pee right at the edge.
"Okay Darlings, as mentioned today's story is about all of you as car sales women, you will be having a meeting when a client comes in and he will argue over prices, then you gorgeous ladies will show him what happens when he argues! Okay si?"
Chapter 5
Yui looked around at the other women, she was taken aback. There were four other girls and they were gorgeous. The girls were seated around a table on the set, wearing elegant but sexy outfits just like hers. Closest to her was a pretty red-head with a killer rack and piercing green eyes. She wore a sexy black mini-dress, the kind girls often wore to clubs, and a very high pair of heels. Her long mane of crimson hair fell around her shoulders. The girl looked to be in her late twenties. Beside the red-head was a blonde woman who looked around her early-thirties, yet she looked stunning nonetheless. She too had a well-developed chest though not as big as the red-head’s. She had on a brown leather jacket and a very tight pair of light blue jeans. Her hair was shoulder length with a sexy “blown-dry” look. Across from the pair, seated on the opposite side of the table was another blonde and a brunette. Both looked very young, around eighteen or nineteen. The blonde was a little on the plain side with simple features and her hair tied back in a ponytail. She had an average body and was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. She pulled off the “farmers-daughter” look well. The brunette however was a real beauty. She had an almost angelic cute face and a small petite frame. She wore a cute red summer dress. She seemed to be chatting happily with the blonde beside her. Not all the girls seemed to be too happy though, Yui noticed that the blonde and red-head pair seemed to be rather uncomfortable. The redhead had a tense expression on her face and she was fidgeting in her chair. The older blonde was biting her lip and looked extremely uncomfortable as well she was rubbing her tummy with one hand occasionally and tapping her feet. Both women were crossing their legs very tightly. Yui guessed they were facing similar troubles as she was though she doubted their situation could be half as bad.
Yui took her place beside the red-head. The girl gave her a kind smile. Yui managed a weak smile, her bladder screaming for relief as she sat down. Yui pulled her chair as close to the table as she could to allow her to discretely grab her crotch below the table.
“I’m Katarina but you can call me Kat,” the red-head said casually but it was enough to startle Yui causing her to lose her concentration for a second, causing a short spurt of hot piss to spurt out. She gasped in surprise and grabbed herself hard under the table. The red-head shot her a curious look.
“errmm Hi Kat! I’m Yui…Yui Natsuki,” she finally managed in a timid voice, even talking was difficult given the state of her bladder.
Kat seemed to shift around in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her sexy muscular legs. She gave Yui a kind smile, but she looked a little distressed herself.
In an attempt to distract herself from the state of her bladder, Yui was about to initiate a conversation with Kat when she heard an “nnnnnghh” from her far right. She looked over, beyond Kat and saw the older blonde looking visibly upset. She was biting her lip hard and her eyes were closed tight, she was bent forward slightly in her chair with her legs double crossed and she had a hand jammed in her crotch. The sight of another girl in such a situation was too much for Yui, she felt another one-second spurt jet out of her exhausted pee-hole into her already wet panties. She squeezed hard and managed to cut it off but she could feel a distinct wetness in her shorts, if this damn director didn’t hurry up, she was in deep trouble.
“You OK Ashe?” Kat asked the blonde woman.
“Yeah, just a strong wave, wish he would hurry up, I don’t know how long more I can take,” The blonde Ashe replied sounding upset.
“You and me both then, I’m in big trouble here,” Yui commented, her hand glued to her crotch, she could feel the wetness through her shorts
“You’re the new girl right? I’m Ashe, pleasure” the older woman said kindly. She offered her hand across. As Yui leaned over to shake her hand she felt another short spurt leak out, she cursed silently. As she shook Ashe’s hand, she noticed a small dark spot on Ashe’s crotch about the size of a coin. “At least someone else is in the same boat as me,” Yui thought.
Chapter 6
“OKAY LADIES, SHOW TIME! YOU WILL BEGIN YOUR EH…MEETING…KAT YOU TAKE THE LEAD, AAAAAAANNND ACTION” Enrico yelled from his little chair in front of the set.
Kat sighed and stood up, making sure to keep her legs crossed. She knew she was in a better state than Yui or Ashe but she was still in bad shape herself. She had been doing these golden shower films for a while now and she cursed herself for not being able to gauge her water consumption better beforehand. She could feel the dampness in her thong from when she had spurted earlier. As she stood up, a new wave of pressure rocked through her bladder. She cursed under her breath as another small spurt leaked out. Her thong was very wet now and she knew it wouldn’t hold anymore. She had to maintain control until the piss scene or she would make a fool of herself on camera.
“Okay Ladies, as you know, sales recently have been taking a dip, I have called you all here to discuss this matter,” Kat began in her sexy German accent. As she continued her introductory act, she observed the other girls at the table. The blonde and brunette pair, Janna and Caitlyn, were doing fine, and were paying full attention to the faux speech. Caitlyn occasionally shifted in her seat but Janna seemed to be facing no discomfort whatsoever. Ashe and Yui were a different story. Both were looking down at their legs with pained expressions on their faces. From her point of view, Kat could see Ashe squeezing her crotch hard under the table. She couldn’t see Yui’s legs but from her position and the way her hand was going below the table, she knew Yui was doing the same. Both girls were panting and gasping under their breath.
“So does anyone have any input on this? How are we going to improve sales girls?” Kat continued, shifting around uncomfortably.
“Urmmm….well I do have an idea but it may not be the best..” Caitlyn offered shyly.
“Let’s hear it then, something is better than nothing….usually at least” Kat said gently.
“Well ok….urm I was thinking we could do a sort of promotional event where we do like a bikini car wash or something like that showcasing the new car models….im sure the guys would go crazy for Kat and Ashe in their bikinis while you girls splash around!” Caitlyn suggested.
It wasn’t much but it was enough, the thought of water splashing around caused Kat’s bladder to spasm sending a 2 second spurt of her hot urine right into her already soaked pink thong. The wet fabric was unable to contain all the liquid and a few drops dripped down Kat’s sexy legs. Panic shot through her as she bent forward, one hand massaging her aching bladder as she crossed her legs hard in an attempt to cut off the flow. “Thanks a lot Cait! I’ll be sure to pay you back for that one later!” Kat mumbled to herself.
Although she didn’t look it, Ashe was in even worse shape than Kat, the image of water splashing around had caused a hot involuntary spurt to shoot out of her vagina through her already dripping tight white thong and into her jeans. The wet spot at her crotch now the size of an apple. “Dammit why won’t they hurry up! Easy for these young girls but I can’t take much more” Ashe thought to herself. Although she did not look it, Ashe was 37 years old and her bladder was not as strong as it used to be.
Yui was in worse shape than Ashe and Kat but she was unaffected by Cait’s little comment only because she wasn’t paying attention at all. Yui’s mind was entirely focused on the fight with her screaming bladder. Even without the additional imagery, Yui had involuntarily lost a few more drops into her panties. She could see a visible wet patch on her shorts about the size of a small apple where her shorts had gone translucent and the outline of her wet purple panties could be seen.
“Urmm well…..that might be an option, but we will consider it for later,” Kat announced with a pained expression. Yui thought she saw a faint glimmer on the inner side of Kats right thigh as she spoke.
“Girls look! There is a man outside! He might be a customer! Let’s get him in here!” Janna said excitedly, though it was just a part of the script.
Kat Janna and Caitlyn shuffled to the “window” of the boardroom, at the side of the set and pretended to peer out at this mystery man. There was a small couch before the window and the 5 of them climbed on it, peering out of the window while kneeling on the couch. As per the script, Cait pretended to call out to the mystery man and invite him over to the “showroom.”
After about 15 seconds, a prop door opened and a muscular man in his late twenties entered. He was wearing a full suit and had a mean look to him.
“So you called me here to er…come for eh car viewing?” he asked in an accent that was very Eastern European.
“Yes we wanted to introduce to you some of our newer models,” Ashe said in a strained voice, she had managed to take her hand away from her crotch to greet the man but she was standing bent forward with her legs crossed tight and there was a small wet patch visible on her crotch.
“Let me show you some,” she continued as she gestured to the table and walked over, taking baby steps.
The other girls followed Ashe and the new man who introduced himself as Lucian, to the table.
The girls then engaged Lucian in some faux chatting about some nonexistent car, Kat and Ashe were squirming in their seats, even Caitlyn looked pretty uncomfortable by this point. She bobbed in her seat and had a pained look. Yui was the only one who was rather silent, she was in serious trouble at this point. She could feel a few drops leaking out every few minutes. Yui glanced down at the crotch of her shorts. It was soaked through, the purple tinge of her panties visible through them. She felt another small spurt leave her exhausted pee-hole as she whimpered to herself.
“If you do not want to play nice, then I guess we must teach you a lesson!” Janna suddenly announced forcefully. Apparently this new guy was not liking the imaginary car offers.
“C’mon girls! Let’s teach him!” Janna announced sounding as fake as one can get. She got up and dragged Lucian to the couch before shoving him on it. She then beckoned for the other girls to come over. Gingerly the other 4 began to make their way.
As Yui Stood up, she felt a sharp wave hit her bladder and another spurt broke free. She could some of the hot piss flow down her legs. She slowly began to walk over, hand in crotch. As she moved though, she felt more and more began to come out. Her bladder had been protesting for ages now and it was out of patience. She was halfway between the table and the couch when she felt it. A new wave of pressure, much stronger than the others this time. She felt the urine force open her exhausted sphincter and a strong jet gushed out into her panties. Yui froze in place, legs crossed one hand covering her mouth, the other jammed between her legs, but there was nothing she could do. She strained as hard as she could but she couldn’t even reduce the flow, her warm yellow urine was gushing uncontrollably out of her vagina into her soaked panties and shorts. She was mortified, she was wetting herself like a little girl on camera! She moaned as she struggled with her sphincter, begging it to close but it would have none of that. She broke down in tears as her bladder emptied itself despite her desperate pleas. Yui stood there frozen on the spot, in full view of everyone else as a waterfall of her urine splashed all over the set, the familiar pungent small wafting around. When she finally finished wetting, she looked around at the bewildered group looking back at her. Tears streaming down her face.
…End of Part 1…
Authors Note: Before anyone asks, Yes, those were names taken from female League of Legends Champions, sorry couldn’t resist haha, I’ve always liked the game and our dear Yui is a gamer herself sooooooo…… J About the story itself, I hope it was acceptable, haha kept second guessing myself as I wrote. Anyways, my sincere apologies if anyone was offended or displeased by my description of computer programmers. My intention was to highlight the misguided stereotypical image that some people have of programmers being geeks with poor social skills. I had no intention of insulting programmers by suggesting that they are actually that way as I know very well that as with all jobs there are good, bad, awesome and crazy people (and crazily awesome people!). Also, I would like to apologize to anyone who was offended by the whole “porn flick” concept. I confess I have seen a couple of piss porn flicks myself and one thing I ALWAYS looked out for was the actresses showing any signs of desperation before the piss scene cos I’m pretty sure any of that would be 100% genuine. I’m pretty sure it’s not impossible for some of the actresses to have drank too much water before hand and hence end up squirming around uncomfortably waiting for their chance to pee. Unfortunately, I’ve only ever come across one such flick a really long time ago (if anyone wants it, let me know, I’ll go hunt down the link). Hence I decided to write a story about it.
Here’s the fun part: I have left out part 2 of this story because I’m caught at a cross-roads and I cannot decide. So, I decided to ask you guys,
Option1: Yui runs off set and is met by Alex who tries to comfort her. The two go off somewhere (possible a bar restraint etc.…) and talk… as Alex tries to comfort Yui. Naturally they drink too much and woohooo! Desperation scene round 2! This time with female AND male desperation, and possibly some steamy romance between them after (you guys decideJ).
Option 2: One of the other girls comes down to comfort Yui and bring her back on set to continue the shoot. So we go back to the glorious scene of having 3 gorgeous actresses bursting and struggling to hold on before the cue.
Do let me know which option you guys want guys, I’ve got ideas for both, and I’ll just pick the majority vote. You can PM me or post on the comments, whichever J you can also PM me with any other things you want me to include, or story requests for future works or well….just to chat! I think I’m friendly….hopefully J
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Something I felt like writing,so...here. The protagonist is female so yeah. Contains sex situations and watersports. You've been warned m8.
“Gotta go,gotta go…” Mario mumbled to himself,pulling off his shirt. You two had agreed to meeting in your house that evening for a little time together. Sounded great,right? But there was only one problem-Mario hadn’t been to the bathroom in a while,and now he was to the point of bursting. He squirmed and moaned while he undressed,being extra careful around his overfilled bladder,and seconds later he was in your bedroom sitting on the bed,completely nude and fidgeting,covering his penis with his hands.
About a while later,you enter the room,dressed in a skimpy blue lace lingerie and garter set. “What’s wrong? You’re squirmin’ like a slug on salt.” You purposely made sure that Mario was desperate,you had something fun in mind you couldn’t wait to try out.
“I-I..” Mario started,fidgeting. A sudden spasm washed over him,causing him to bend over and moan. “Mmmmnn...c-can’t hold it…”
You smirk and gently pry his hands away from his cock. “Don’t worry...soon you’ll feel better..”
“L-Look,if we’re g-gonna do...lewd things,a-at least let me go pee first…” Mario gritted his teeth and tried to hold back.
“Not gonna happen.”
He gasped. The bathroom was off limits,he had no other way of getting relief. “F-Fine...but if you end up getting peed on it’s your fault..”
“Oh,don’t worry. I won’t mind…” you say as you gently pin him onto the bed. You stand over him and perform a sexy striptease,first lifting the lace bra over your chest,exposing your breasts,then slipping off the thin thong panties,all while making provocative poses and sounds. “Like what you see?” you tease,wearing nothing but the garters.
“I-I probably would if I wasn’t so full…” Mario moaned,his body shaking.
You sit down,your breasts moving slightly. Leaning in,you reach for his mouth and give him a deep,passionate kiss,circling your tongue around his. Mario resists at first,but gives in,at least the makeout session kept his mind off of his very full bladder.
Only when you pull away from the kiss the spasms return,causing Mario to nearly scream and double over. “Ohhh~...I gotta pee s-so badly…” he moans,grabbing his cock,legs wound tightly around his wrists. His body is shaking,you noticed.
“Relax,” you say,prying his hands away again and pinning them to the pillows by his wrists with your hands.
“I-If I relax I’ll pee all over your sheets,” he whimpers.
“Shhh.” You move up and start to dry-hump him,rubbing your moist,glistening womanhood on his healthy testicles.
“H-Haa-!! Stop…” Mario yelps,another spasm washing over him. You notice a small golden bead of urine forming at the tip of his cock.
“Mmnn...stop being so tense..” you moan seductively as you continue your humping.
“Oooohhh...c-can’t hold it…” he moans,seeming to be in pain from his full bladder.
Now comes the fun part. You circle your tender lips around his dick and start to deepthroat him. Mario nearly screams as another painful spasm washes over him,causing him to spurt a little. The warm liquid spurts out,hitting the roof of your mouth before dancing across your tongue. You lick away the leftover urine and decide that you want every drop of his delicious urine. Every last drop of it inside of you.
Mario’s breathing degenerated into short little catchbreaths as he struggled to hold in his pee. “H-Haa...ahh...ah..h-haa...I-I...need to..g-go pee~...” he stutters.
“Hang on,I’ll let you pee…” you say. Now the real fun comes. You slide away from him,force his legs apart with your hands,gently grab his tender,moistened cock and slowly but forcefully ease your vagina on top of it,pushing him inside of you. Mario yelps and moans upon penetration,feeling tempted to just let go. “W-What are you..!? P-Please,just let me go pee..!! I-I gotta go so badly it hurts!”
Ignoring his pleas,you slide up and down,your hands on his chest as he involuntarily penetrates your pussy. Now that he’s inside you,you can’t help but feel how large his dick is... “Ohh...y-you’re so strong..” you moan.
Meanwhile Mario sounds nowhere near pleasured,instead sounding in pain as you glide along his cock. “Hh..haa..hh...a-ah..hh..”
You feel the occasional spurts of his warm urine jet out of him and hitting the walls of your vagina,and this feels so good…”Nnn..harder…”you moan.
“I-I’m not even..” Mario pleads.
Up and down,up and down,his penis banging against your pussy... Mario hisses as he tries desperately not to urinate while inside of you.
Seeing that this could get messy,you lift him up while he’s still inside you. He seemed so light…”Why don’t we take this to the bathtub..”
Carrying him,you head to the tub in the bathroom,his cock moving around inside of you with every step. As you pass the toilet,Mario makes a futile reach for it while being dragged away. “Haa..h-haa...I-I’m g-gonna wet myself..” he moans in defeat.
Finally you make it to the bathtub,and this time you sit down in while Mario’s across your lap,his body shaking. You give him a look that tells him “you know what to do”. Moaning,he slowly starts thrusting his cock inside of you,the contents of his bladder sloshing around.
You moan seductively as he thrusts,gripping his firm butt cheeks. “F-Faster..!” you nearly shout. He listens and goes faster,more pleasured moans escaping you. You remove your hands from his butt and grab his and place them on your breasts,attempting to get him to grope you but he refuses,his eyes tightly closed. He looked as if he was about to cry.
“nn...I-I can’t hold it anymore…” Mario moans finally,giving up trying to hold it. His thrusting slows as more spurts of urine jet out of him. You smirk,knowing he gave up.
His breathing and speech slows into moans and sighs,and finally…. “hh…nnn…”
Suddenly there’s a long hissing sound,followed by a pleasured “hhaaaaaaaahhh…”
The warm urine jets out of him at near violent force,filling up your cervix with his oh-so desired liquid. You yelp loudly as he urinates inside you,near climax,feeling so turned on right now.
“aahhhh….y-yeaaahh…” More relieved sighs and moans escape Mario as excess urine trickles out of your pussy at a steady flow. Finally and suddenly you reach climax,your pussy tightening around his dampened cock,shutting off the flow of excess urine. Something else squirts out of you however. He pulls out and lets the golden liquid flow out and all over your body. You finger yourself and lick the drops of his urine off of your finger. It tastes nice,mixed with your body nectar.
“Mmmnnn...t-that’s better…” Mario sighs,obviously very relieved as he continues peeing all over your naked body. He really had to go if he’s peeing this much,you think. His eyes are halfway closed even though his irises are visible,they’re rolled high in relief. You think his bladder’s filling up as fast as it’s emptying.
“Y-You like this,don’t you..” he asks,his voice a relieved, dreamy sigh. He puts his thumb over his cock,stopping the urine flow,and since Mario already knew what you wanted,you let him gently force his dick into your mouth,where he lets loose another strong stream of urine.
“Mmmmnnn… I-I told you I’d end up p-peeing all over you..” Mario sighs. “B-But who woulda thought I’d end up peeing in you,h-huh..” He laughs weakly,seemingly exhausted from trying to keep his bladder under control,and it isn’t long before his laughter degenerates into more relieved sighs.
Finally his stream slows to a gentle drip before shutting off completely. He pulls out,sighing. “That’s better…” He smiles a weak smile. “Do you want to keep going,or…”
“Shut up and screw me,you adorable little..”
You grab him and force his dick inside of you again,only this time Mario doesn’t resist. He moans,feeling the warmth of your pussy against his tender cock.
“H-Haa..y-you’re so w-warm in there..” he sighs,letting you push against him,forcing his cock inside and out of you. He grabs you for support,wrapping his arms around your back. The two of you screw for a while untill Mario reaches climax,screaming loudly as he comes,inside for a while before pulling out and letting the rest of his juices spurt out all over your body. Finally his body goes limp,his breathing ragged as he leans against you for comfort.
“I’m tired..” he moans,very close to dozing off.
“We gotta shower first,” you giggle,grabbing the showerhead. |
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Synopsis: a South American engineering student skips her morning pee and tries to go through the day without using the bathroom.
Content: f solo / pee holding / pee desperation
Disclaimer: You’re free to reproduce this text elsewhere, if you wish, as long as you give me the credit.
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It was past midnight when Lucia dropped the book on the desk, headed to her bed and covered herself with her blankets. She was both physically and mentally tired. Lucia took off her glasses and laid them on her bedside table. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips as she started to get comfy when she noticed a slightly urge to pee. Last time she went to bathroom was at 7 p.m., as soon as she got home from college. She ignored her bladder frivolous need and closed her eyes.
Since she was fourteen she got used to pee only twice a day: once in the morning, before leaving home, and once at the evening, when she got back. That was the age when she discovered that she actually liked holding her pee and that a full bladder could give her amazing feelings. By now Lucia could even hold her pee in for 24 hours without release – if she paid careful attention to her liquid intake. That said, going to bed with a small urge was even fun, so she didn’t take long to fall asleep.
Lucia was taking the electronic engineering program at university. Being a third year student and thus having lots of things to study pretty much explained why she was so tired that night.
She started waking up a few minutes before her clock alarm sounded. In her half woken state, Lucia felt her urge to pee was quite stronger. The liquids she had consumed last night should have found their way to her bladder by now, and her bladder was expecting to be relieved soon. Most of people would immediately get up and empty their bladder. But not Lucia. Slowly, she put her hand between her legs and pressed softly, enjoying the feeling of the morning pee held inside her bladder.
It was Friday and Lucia just wished she could stay in bed longer and simply relax as her night-long held piss applied a pleasurable pressure on her bladder walls. She knew that as soon as she got up the urge would appear less intense. Exactly the opposite of what she wanted at that moment. She wanted to hold it longer. She wanted her bladder to be so full that she had to press a finger on her pee hole to prevent herself from leaking. Merely thinking of that made her aroused. Lucia slid a hand inside her panties and started rubbing herself.
She wanted to be desperate to pee, she wanted to play with herself, but her clock alarm went buzzing and she stopped the pleasurable touching with a disappointed sigh. Time to get up.
Lucia went to the bathroom and started brushing her teeth. As she expected, the urge to pee subsided, as it was, mostly, her bladder overreacting for being too used to being emptied in the morning. She took her sleeping clothes off and entered the shower. Lucia was a charming nerdy latin girl with short dark hair. She was a bit over the ideal weight, but she excused herself that she had too much to study to spare some time to go to the gym.
When she was done showering, she dressed a pair of jeans and some casual shirt, made her breakfast, when she drank a muggle of coffee and a glass of juice. Then Lucy came back to her desk and put her books, laptop and notebook on her backpack. During all this process she was still nicely aware of her mildly full bladder. After finishing all she had to do, that was the moment she would go to bathroom to relive her bladder, before leaving home. But the pressure in her bladder felt especially amusing. She contemplated skipping her morning pee.
Today she had two classes. One digital electronics lab class, which would last all morning long and then, at 3 p.m. a short industrial organization class that would last one hour, meaning she would be home before 5 p.m. That also meant that she would have to hold for 22 hours. It was true that she had held her pee for 24 hours more than once, but mostly on weekends, when she could spend the day home. The idea of departing with an unrelieved bladder was bit scary and, at the same time, so exciting. After some internal debate, she decided to keep holding, as letting out the content of her bladder seemed such a waste. And, besides, she could just use the bathroom at the campus if the urge became too strong.
Feeling naughty and adventurous, she entered her old Ford Escort and left to the campus.
That semester, they were working in pairs on a project to the lab class. Lucia’s project was going pretty well – in fact, it was a few steps from finished. She and her pair, Kim – a short half-asian girl (one of the few other girls in the class, as most of their colleagues were male) – had almost finished the hardware part and were doing some microprocessor programming. Lucia was doing fine, until the middle in the morning. Her attention started to drift more often as the liquids she consumed in her breakfast that were occupying more and more space in her bladder. She fanned her legs slightly, from time to time. The cold and dry air, carefully controlled to avoid harming the electronic devices of the lab, also contributed to increase Lucia’s needs and was also making her thirsty.
They took a short break, and both girls went to have some water from the drinking fountain, while welcoming the hot summer climate after spending half the morning inside the cold lab. Lucia wondered if she should use the bathroom, as she approached the 15 hours without peeing mark, but after spending a few minutes outside the cold electronics lab and feeling her urge to pee decrease a bit, she calculated that she could hold it until she was back home. All in all, the whole idea was too thrilling not to try.
At one moment, back to the workbench, when a sudden wave of desperation made Lucia clench her legs and stay a few seconds staring at the computer screen without really seeing it, Kim rose her eyes from the circuitry she was double-checking on the breadboard and asked:
“Are you alright, Lu? You’re a bit… shifty, today”
“I’m fine, Kim” Lucia answered quickly. “Just need to finish this piece of code to upload it to the processor”.
As midday came their code still didn’t work – mostly because Lucia was getting more concerned about her filling bladder and less about coding. Their classmates started packing their things, and also did Kim.
“Aren’t you coming to have lunch?” Kim asked when she noticed Lucia didn’t make a move to pack her things up.
“No, I think I’ll stay for a little while more and finish coding this” Lucia responded.
“Are you sure? I would like to stay as well, but I have a meeting with professor Velasquez at 1 p.m. and polyphase circuits class starting at 2” said Kim. She was as nerdy as Lucia, and she didn’t like the idea of leaving all the work to Lucia.
“I’ll be fine, don’t worry” Lucia managed to smile, while pressing her legs firmly together. In fact, she didn’t want to have lunch with everyone else as she wasn’t sure she could avoid showing signs of her increasing desperation.
A few minutes later the lab technician, Mr. Cortez, came to the bench Lucia was working on.
“Hey, Lucia, how’s the project going?”
“Fine, Mr. Cortez, just have to get this part of the code to work end it will be mostly finished” Lucia answered as normally as she could.
“Glad to know” Said him. “Are you going to stay here during the lunch break?”
“Yes, Mr. Cortez, I think I can get this working today.”
“Right” He nodded. “ I’ll have to leave the lab to get myself some lunch. I trust you won’t set anything on fire in the meanwhile” He added with a playful smile “As I can’t leave the lab open without being here, will lock you up, while I’m lunching, okay?”
Something of the sudden panic that took over Lucia must have shown in her face for the technician added:
“Don’t worry, I’ll be back in less than an hour. And you have my cellphone number in any case, right?”.
“Okay, Mr. Cortez, I’ll be fine” Lucia pretended to not be subtly afraid.
Mr. Cortez left the lab and Lucia heard the door lock click. Immediately she shoved her hand between her legs and started bouncing on her chair, panicking. That was a stupid situation she got herself into. But she couldn’t have changed her mind after saying she was staying during the lunch.
She would have to endure one hour. Having an accident inside the lab wasn’t an option. She was regretting drinking water with Kim, earlier. And definitely the cold air of the lab sucked!
A few minutes later Lucia had calmed down a bit. Her urge apparently had stopped increasing and she knew she could make it. It had been more than 17 hours since she had last peed, but she didn’t drink too much liquid before bed and only had her usual intake during the morning. Lucia was used to pee twice a day, but rarely she was really frantic to pee by the time she went to empty her bladder. She had developed a good holding capacity since her early teen years. Thinking of all of that, Lucia concluded that she could make it and wasn’t going to have an accident on the lab.
Reassuring herself, she took the hand from between her legs, sat on her heel and went back to programming.
By 1 p.m. Lucia was still sitting on her heel but was more able to concentrate on her work. She thought that it was due being alone, so no need to be afraid of getting caught doing a naughty hold – even if no one would probably notice her distress and if someone did, she could justify that she were just too immersed on her work to bother going to the bathroom.
Lucia was, though, starting to worry that Mr. Cortez wouldn’t come back, but her fears were proved unfounded as she soon heard the click of the door and the technician voice:
“I’m back, Lucia. Everything’s okay?”
“Yup” she said, typing furiously as an idea to solve the code problem just occurred to her.
Half an hour later, Lucia gave a triumphant look to the project as she started to see the project sending correct readings to her laptop. The expression was substituted by a grimace as a sudden wave of desperation hit her and she hurriedly pressed both hands on her crotch. She raised her eyes to the technician but Mr. Cortez was concentrated on his own computer and didn’t notice her sudden movements.
Finally satisfied with the results of their project, and knowing that she wouldn’t be able to finish it that afternoon, Lucia turn everything off, packed her things and said goodbye to Mr. Cortez.
As Lucia was hungry, she went to the nearest canteen to have some food and, wondering if that was a wise move, a soda, as she was thirsty again. 18 and a half hours had passed since she had a relieved bladder.
Lucia went to her class room several minutes earlier than she should and tried to concentrating on reading the textbook. By the time the professor came in, the soda Lucia had was already affecting her full bladder and she was getting fidgety. She could feel her bladder bulging on her lower belly. Wisely enough, she chose a sit on the back of the room, hoping no one noticed her.
The class was a torture. While the professor talked about Taylor, Fayol and their contribution to management theories, all Lucia could think was that she was becoming positively desperate and that the clock was moving too slow.
Juan, a classmate of Lucia, was sitting in front of her and tried to start a conversation with her but Lucia’s short answers dissuaded him and he let her be, much too her contentment.
When the class finally came to an end, at 4 p.m., (and their professor just gave then a lot of work to do until next week) Lucia was the last one to leave the room. She pretended to take her time to get her things packed, but she was just afraid of having an accident when she raised herself from the chair.
Lucia took a deep breath, clenched her muscles and stud up as best as she could. She grabbed her crotch, discreetly, to cope with a wave of desperation, and, as it subsided to a bearable level, she made her way out with careful steps.
Once again Lucia debated if she should use the bathroom before getting into her car. She was bursting, but she had made that far, didn’t she? Besides, she had naughty ideas of what to do when she arrived home.
When Lucia sit down on the driver sit, another wave of desperation hit her and she couldn’t help but let a single spurt out. Lucia panicked, shoving her hands on her crotch and closing her legs frantically. She gritted her teeth as she fought to keep 22 hours worth of stored pee inside her bladder. When the desperation wave settled to a very intense urge, Lucia started the Escort’s motor and left the parking.
Driving home with a bursting bladder wasn’t the funniest experience ever, as Lucia had to take care of driving carefully while trying to contain her piss inside her frantic bladder, but she managed to get home without any kind of accident.
As soon as Lucia got inside her house and closed the door, she rested her back against the door and pressed her hand between her legs to fight another wave of desperation. She could feel her urine trying to escape through her pee hold. But, now that she was home, Lucia intended to deny her bladder that relief as long as she could. She was aroused and wanted to have some full bladder fun.
Lucia lived in a small rented house, not too distant from the campus, like many of the students also did. Her house had a small kitchen/living room, a bedroom, a bathroom and a tiny laundry.
After regaining some control, Lucia dropped her backpack on the floor, beside the small kitchen table and stated preparing some coffee. She poured water in a glass, which she drank and filled it again, taking it to her bedside table. Then, she opened her closet and folded a towel on her bed, where she would sit later, as to avoid wetting her bed if she leaked. She took a sip of the water glass, closed her window and undressed her shirt and changed to a comfy bra, while squirming and clenching her legs.
Lucia headed back to the kitchen to grab her laptop inside her backpack, but when she bended herself to reach the backpack a spurt of warm piss escaped her pee hole. Lucia immediately shoved her hands to her lady parts, while doing some kind of pee-pee dance.
She could feel the dampness in her underwear and that feeling aroused Lucia even more. She looked down and a wet patch was visible between her legs.
Carefully she lifted her backpack and took her laptop, poured the hot coffee in a mug and went back to her bedroom. She undressed her jeans carefully and sat on top of the towel, one hand pressing herself and the other turning her laptop on.
Lucia surfed on the web, reading desperation and wetting stories or looking on pee videos and pics on tumblr. Nothing turned her on more than seeing either a male or a female holding their piss. She was frantic to pee, bouncing and fidgeting, but she moved her hand inside her panties and started rubbing herself, enjoying the blissful fullness of her bladder.
Every now and then she sipped from the mug and, when the coffee was over, from the glass of water and, soon, Lucia felt those liquids finding their way to her swollen bladder. She alternated holding herself and masturbating, her lady bits wet from her love juices and a third brief spurt that escaped her urethra.
By 7 p.m. Lucia was desperate to pee, her bulging full bladder was hurting badly, screaming for release, but even more than desperate, Lucia was horny. When she crossed the 24 hours mark, Lucia decided to reward herself with a delightful orgasm and only then she would grant her bladder the much needed relief. Lucia sped up her fingering movements and massaged her clit, her breathing becoming heavier until she arched her back when she was overflowed with a mind-blowing climax.
She briefly lost another spurt of pee, but she managed to close her urethra and maintain control of her bursting bladder.
A few minutes after, when she was recovered from the marvelous orgasm and her bladder was sending increasingly painful waves of desperation, Lucia got up carefully and took tiny steps to the bathroom.
That was an amazing experience! Her bladder was so full and aching for relief. Lucia took her wet panties down and sit on the toilet. She was a second from relieving her bladder… Then she stopped. Her bladder was in total discomfort, near bursting point, but still, it felt so nice! Lucia wanted to prolong that feeling, but there was no way she could hold it much longer, so Lucia decided to let some urine out, so she could enjoy her fullness without the risk of her bladder giving up and ruining all the fun.
Lucia took a deep breath and let her muscles relax. A powerful stream left her pee hole and her whole body shook with a wave of relief, but that lasted only five seconds, as Lucia then pushed a finger on her pee-hole while fighting to close her holding muscles in order to cut the flow.
Lucia’s still very full bladder tried to continue emptying itself and Lucia felt an atrocious pressure on her urethra building up as she blocked the exit with her finger. It hurt a lot, her bladder was contracting to expel its warm content, but Lucia endured bravely.
When her bladder gave up and understood it had no choice but continue holding, Lucia seemed to regain control of her holding muscles and, despite the intense urge, she took a deep breath, clenched her muscles and removed her finger. A small squirt that remained in her urethra flowed and that was it.
With a devilish smile in her lips, Lucia wiped herself, stood slowly and left her bathroom, naked from the waist below, with an aching and unrelieved bladder.
Lucia besides being desperate, she was hungry too, so she headed to the kitchen with calculated steps and made herself a sandwich. After finishing it, Lucia had a glass of juice, to worsen her predicament and filled, again, the glass on her bedside table with water.
After emptying a bit, Lucia’s bladder seemed to send desperation signals less often. She was amazingly aware of its fullness, and she could feel how filled with pee it was when she pressed her lower belly gently, but the urgency subsided to a moderate level.
So, Lucia started doing usual stuff, taking care to not put additional pressure on her bulging bladder, squirming and grabbing herself now and then.
By 11 p.m., when Lucia was watching a movie on TV, while laying on her bed. She turned off the lights so only a faint light from the TV set illuminated the room. Lucia’s hand softly grabbing herself, and despite all the pee she had inside, she started dozing off and fell asleep.
She even didn’t take her glasses off.
Lucia woke up 2 hours later and immediately had to shove a finger on her pee hole, as her bladder, absolutely bursting to pee, tried to defy her resolve once again. Her bladder contracted repeatedly, trying to pump out all of that liquid in order to achieve comfort again. But Lucia wouldn’t surrender to her bladder pleads so easily, she fought bravely, letting a soft moan of effort out as she mustered her willpower to keep holding. It was a hard fight, but her bladder eventually stopped contracting.
The pressure Lucia felt on her bladder was immense. Her bladder was distended and screaming for being able to void. And, even if she had relieved herself a bit, earlier, she never held her pee that long before. Lucia took a look at the clock. It had been more than 30 hours since she last had an empty bladder. She had held her morning pee and endured the entire day.
These toughs run through Lucia’s mind and she became aroused.
Without removing the finger from her pee hole, she used her other hand to touch herself. Her bladder ached and cried for relief, but Lucia denied it, instead she savored that feeling as she massaged her inner lips, cherished her bladder’s utterly fullness as two fingers slid into her love canal, dove into the desperate need to pee as her thumb rubbed her clit in a slow, sensual way.
Lucia caressed herself with increasingly fervor, her breathing becoming heavier and her movements speeding up. Her bladder was begging to pee and her sex was begging for ecstasy, both her bladder and her lady parts were on fire and everything down there was throbbing and it was so delightful.
Lucia sweated and moaned and touched and held her pee and soon she threw herself into a sea of pleasure, taken by a blissful orgasm she could feel on every nervous termination of her body: hitting her, wave after wave of joy emanating from her lady parts.
Her body quivered and she felt she was losing control of her bladder. Lucia, between a spasm of pleasure and another, did her best to force her hand to block her urethra with a fingertip, but some hot pee had already sprayed out, wetting her legs and the towel beneath her.
When she finally was left by the climaxing sensation, trying to regain her normal breath and cope with the furious attempt of her bladder to fully empty itself. Now that the pleasure was gone, Lucia was left alone with the desperate fight against her bladder. She knew she had lost quite an amount of pee, but her bladder wouldn’t be happy with anything but complete relief.
Lucia gritted her teeth and applied as much strength as she could against her pee hole. Her urethra hurt with the pressure of the liquid her sore bladder insisted in pumping out. It was a fight between willpower and bodily needs.
After a while, Lucia successfully regained control over her bladder, making her muscles close shut and keeping the remaining pee inside of her. She got up carefully to not put any unnecessary stress on her bladder. Judging by how wet her towel was and the now bearable but still very present need to pee and the slightly bulge of her bladder, Lucia calculated that she lost less than half of what she was holding.
She dried her legs and tossed the wet towel in the dirt clothes bin, placed another towel on her bed and laid on her bad, again. Lucia pulled her blankets over her and made herself cozy.
After all of those sensations, Lucia felt exhausted, but still needed to pee. She could just go to the bathroom, but her bed was so comfortable. And, besides, having a full bladder was such a thrill. Also, Lucia had a whole weekend ahead and she wasn’t planning on completely emptying her bladder anytime soon.
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That’s the first fiction I wrote in English, so any feedback is welcome.
Also, I wish you guys a Happy and Wet New Year.
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Recently, I looked up fanfiction of The Big Bang Theory, and when I couldn't find any Omorashi stories, I decided to write one myself. Hope you like it! :)
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The movie had finally ended, and the credits began to roll. Penny, who was aware of a slight urge to use the bathroom, finished off her large Dr. Pepper and prepared to carry it with her. She turned towards her boyfriend, Leonard, and waited for him to follow her.
"What are you waiting for, sweetie?" she asked.
"What if there's something extra at the end of the credits?" Leonard replied.
"It's just a documentary," Penny complained, "And besides, I have to pee."
"Hmm, you're right. Got everything?"
"Yes."
Penny carried her cup as they walked down the steps, and discarded it once they left the theater. As they neared the bathrooms, Penny noticed a long line of people waiting for the bathroom as well.
"You sure you want to wait in that line?" Leonard asked. "Our apartment building is only fifteen minutes from here."
"Nah, I can hold it fifteen minutes."
Holding hands, they exited the building and headed for Leonard's car.
"You may enter, ma'lady," Leonard tried to sound fancy, as he held the passenger door open for his girlfriend.
"Oh, stop," Penny joked, giggling as she sat down in the passenger seat and closed the door behind her.
Once he was in, Leonard buckled up and started the car before heading down the aisle of the parking lot and turning onto the road.
Within a few minutes of leaving the movie theater, Penny was suddenly aware of the size of the soda she had drank earlier, and the Dr. Pepper was starting to rapidly fill her bladder. Before long, she found herself fidgeting in the seat of Leonard's car. Then she realized they weren't moving very quickly, and noticed the number of vehicles surrounding them.
"What's with the traffic jam?"
"I think there's an accident up ahead," Leonard answered. "I see flashing lights in the distance."
Penny crossed her legs and waited for the traffic to speed up. However, it seemed to come to a stop. Ohh, keep going, please, she thought. She wasn't sure if she could hold it long enough to reach her apartment, especially considering the fact that her bladder was getting close to its maximum capacity. Why couldn't I have gotten a medium drink? She silently scolded herself.
Finally, the traffic was beginning to let up, and before long they were moving at a faster rate.
"How much longer?" she asked.
"A little less than ten minutes."
Penny moaned quietly and rubbed her leg, while fidgeting in her seat.
"You okay?" Leonard was a little concerned.
"I really have to pee," Penny confessed. "I don't know if I can make it to the apartment."
"Just hang in there, we're almost there."
Penny kept fidgeting in her seat, which soon turned into squirming as she occasionally crossed and uncrossed her legs, until finally, they reached the building. Leonard parked his car, and they both got out and headed straight for the door. It wasn't until then when the final burden reached her mind.
Five flights of stairs.
"Leonard...I don't think I can walk up these stairs...I'll never make it..."
"You can do it," Leonard assured, grabbing her hand.
They were almost halfway up the stairs when Penny had to stop and cross her legs. Some dribbled out, creating a few dark spots on the crotch of her jeans. "I think some just came out," she whined.
Leonard, standing behind her, was able to notice the small dark patch on the back of her jeans. "Keep going, we just have two and a half more flights. You're almost there."
At last, they reached the floor of their apartments.
"Yours or mine?" Leonard asked.
"I don't care! Yours! I gotta go now!" Penny complained. Leonard reached for his keys and unlocked the door. As soon as he opened it, Penny rushed in and made a beeline for the bathroom...which, unfortunately, was occupied.
"Sheldon! Open up!" Penny shouted, banging on the door.
"I'm having difficulty urinating here due to the chit-chat occurring between us," Sheldon yelled. "Can't you wait?"
"Just run across the hall and use yours," Leonard suggested.
"Nevermind!" Penny shouted to Sheldon as she bolted out the door, took her keys out of her purse, and ran through her living room, through her bedroom, to the bathroom. She undid the button on her jeans, but found herself unable to move the zipper. "Oh, god, no..."
It was too late. The liquids she had consumed were pushing their way out of her bladder, darkening her jeans and running down her legs. She tried to stop the flow, but failed to do so. A puddle started growing on the floor as she flooded her pants.
Just as the stream was finally starting to die down, she heard Leonard walk into the bedroom and knock on the bathroom door. "Penny? You okay?"
Penny was too mortified to answer. As a result of her silence, Leonard opened the door and saw her situation.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"It wasn't your fault," Penny replied. "I should've just waited in the line at the movie theater. I shouldn't have drank so much."
"It's okay, these things happen," Leonard tried to comfort her. "It's happened to me a few times; in fact, there was this one time when the guys and I had just got done with a long video game session. Sheldon was the first one in the bathroom, Raj was the second, and I peed my pants before it was my turn."
"But this hasn't happened to me in a long time," Penny cried. "Not since kindergarten."
"It's going to be alright," Leonard assured her. "Want me to get you a towel?"
"Yes, please."
Leonard found a towel in one of her dresser drawers and handed it to her.
After Penny had showered, she realized she had forgotten a pair of pants to change into. She emerged from the bathroom in just her bra, naked from the waist down. As she was ransacking through her drawer for a good pair of pants to wear, Leonard walked in on her. He found himself getting quite turned on from the sight of his girlfriend in the nude. Even though he'd already seen it several times, he loved it every time, and was loving it now.
"Hmm...wanna fool around some?" He asked, slightly nervous.
"Sure."
Leonard removed his jacket and kissed Penny, bringing her to the bed as he did so. |
based on a true story!
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It was fridayevening and lucy was getting ready to go to her eveningjob. she had been working in a movie theater for a while to help out a friend that was running the place. she was still living at her parents place, and her older sister was also there to drop off her kids to stay with their grandparents. they had dropped off their gear in the guestroom that was next to lucy's bedroom. as lucy left her room she noticed there were some diapers in one of the bags of the little kids. she knew that sometimes the youngest girl at the age of 7 could still could have minor accidents at night, especially when not sleeping in her own bed.lucy always had wanting to try one out to see how it feels, so she took one out of the bag an put it in her purse. already she began to feel herself warming up at the idea of putting it on, but still a little guilty she was stealing something her neice might need. she said everyone goodnight and left to go to the movietheater.the evening in the movie theater went smooth. she had been serving drinks and snacks, and she had even gotten some good tips, but she always thought that the sexy uniform she was asked to wear had something to do with it. they always needed to wear some kind of schoolgirl uniform. skirt up untill the knees, black pantyhose and a white shirt that was a few buttons short on top to hide cleavage. her boss always said this made people spend more, when beeing served by a pretty younglady.most movies began playing at 8pm so by 8:30 pm they woould always take turn to have a break of 15 minutes. so when everyone had their break they would be ready for the next shift of 9:30pm.by the time lucy was up for her break she thought it was time to get her plan into action. she took her purse and left for the toilet. she didnt really have to go, but she wanted to dare herself. when she entered the personells toilet, it was completely empty. she entered one of the stalls, put her purse ontop of the closed toilet and took out the diaper. it had some krokodile figurines on it and some bright colored striped and dots. not the kind to close, but the stretchable pullup ones. she might just fit into them."here it goes" she said to herself wondering with enthousiasm, as she began hiking up her skirt to pull down her pantyhose and panties. she took the panties out of of the pantyhose and put them in her purse at the bottom. then she took the pullups stept into them and pulled them gently over her thighs until her tushy and pushy were covered in krokodile diapers. she touched the front of the diaper and already she knew she was going to enjoy this very much! then she stepped into her pantyhose again to coverup that she wasnt wearing regular panties. she wouldn't want anyone to find out she was tryin some experiment. she stepped outside of the toilet and had a good look in the mirror to be sure nothing was showing in front or on the back of her skirt. as she was gaining confidence that it wasn't visible, she lifted up her skirt to have a look and by the sight of seeing her at her workplace in diapers she began to feel even more turned on.then she returned to her station at the bar in the movie theater where new people began to gather to see the late night movie shift. she was very coutious when helping people out with their orders, she didnt want anyone to notice her little secret, so every thime she had to pick something from the lower shelf, she bent her knees instead of bending over like she usually did. the last shift passed very quickly and when she left the building already her friends were waiting in the parking lot to pick her up to go to the christmas fair in town. lucy got into the car and kissed both her bff and the girls boyfriend on the cheek. normally when jack wasn't around lucy would kiss sarah on the lips, because if lucy wasn't 100% sure that sarah wasn't so in love with jack, lucy would try to win over sarahs heart.jack started the car and they drove to another parking lot close to the chistmas fair. they went to the market place where all the stalls were put up and each ordered drinks everytime at a different stall. sometimes warm red wine, sometimes just 3 shots. sarah said she had to go use the toilet, so they decided to go to a bar to grab a few beers. and to warm up. lucy thought to herself that she could use a little bathroom break by now, but she kept her mouth shut. "maybe i should hold it just a little while longer" she told herself.the music in the bar turned up louder and the did some dancing while ordering a few more beers. jack asked the girls if it wouldnt be a good time to begin to make the trip back home. he had to work on saterday, so they knew it wouldnt get late. both girls agreed and sarah said she was going to get their coats they had gave to the person garding them."now is the moment" lucy thought by herself. and as she stood there by the bar, she started leaking little bits of pee into her already warm diaper. it turned her on to have dared herself to pee right at that bar. the ony thing she wanted to do now is feel under her skirt how wet the diaper would get. but this should have waited untill she got home.she saw sarah returning with the vests and she instantly stopped the leaking. she wouldn't want her friend to know she had been wetting herself while she was waiting for her friend.when they where walking back to the car lucy had gotten a bit behind. sarah asked what was wrong and lucy replied she should have gone to the toilet before they had left the bar. jack encouraged her to hold it just a little while longer as they would drop her off at her house in 10 minutes. "i can handle 10 minutes" lucy replied.after 5 minutes of driving lucy's urges began getting bigger. she was sitting alone on the backseat of the car while the couple was sitting in front holding eachothers hands. lucy put her hand in between her thighs to feel her warm diapy. doing that she couldn't resist anymore and began peeing for 4 to 5 seconds. she felt that the diaper was getting very saggy. then she stopped suddenly thinking she wouldn't wanna start leaking onto the carseat.jack pulled over in front of the driveway of lucy's house. the threesome said their goodbuys and as lucy stepped out of the car and closed the door, she noticed that her diaper was already full of wetness. as she waved her friends goodbye she completely started to let go. she was right, few seconds after she let her bladder take control she started to feel warm fluid running down ther thighs and her knees. she began to hear splashed on the pavement in the very silent street.while she was still peeing she walked onto the grass to the back of the house. she was so turned on she herself down on a chair in the dark garden and put her hand inside the overly wet diaper. after she had gotten what she wanted, she got inside the house, took some towels, put them on her bed, crawled inside of her bed, still wearing her soacked nappy. she was very happy with her dare and slept like a little baby.
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based on a true story!
Edited December 27, 2015 by idc37
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That's my first story here, so please let me know if you like this form.
It was rather hot summer and Anna was at holidays with her long-term boyfriend. As usual they came to club that night. Typical holiday disco with lot of alcohol, nice music and dancing. People from around the world were partying there, because of good reputation, well-qualified bartenders and DJs.
This night Anna was dressed like typical girl on summer holidays - very short jeans shorts with a little oversized t-shirt with visible black sport bra under it. She was blonde, very tall and sporty, she also played basketball since school.
It was something around 1a.m., they were here since 10p.m. and all the time they were drinking margarita shots, as there was a Happy Hour special offer for them. That night they were based on fresh strawberries and silver tequila, so they were extremely easy to drink.
After 3 hours of dancing and having margaritas Anna felt urgent need to pee. About 12 shots made her bladder absolutely full. That moment she was rather drunk. But in some positive manner. Holidays, party and summer made her feel nice.
In that disco women's toilet was in the -1 floor, just about 20 stairs down from the party area with few meters of corridor as some kind of "waiting area".
Just after the end of a song she told her boyfriend to wait for her, because she must go to the toilet as she became really desperate. When she came down the stairs she noticed very long line to the toilet. About 15 ladies, and maybe some more inside. That's was not what she expected. But her bladder was still few minutes from limits.
"Hey, what's happening that the line is so long?" she asked girls after about 5 minutes when the line did not move forward
"I don't know, someone told that some drunk chicks fell asleep in 2 cabins, as they were completely wasted, so only 2 operating left" one of them replied
"So what's going to happen with this?" Anna asked again as her bladder started to hurt slowly
"They're waiting for female security officer to come, open the toilets and kick them away" party girl replied, "she should be in about 10 minutes"
In that moment there was still over 10 ladies before her. That was not nice. She started to worry about her bladder, but then, suddenly...
"Shiiit" yelled girl just in front the the doors. Everyone focused on this probably 18-19 years old girl with very short denim mini skirt and white t-shirt. She was standing with her legs crossed in absolute desperation. Well, at this moment it was not a desperation. She was literally peeing herself. Pee was coming down her both legs with very strong stream and big puddle was forming under her. When her pee stopped she run away with tears.
"Oh, wow" Anna said
"Nah, that's nothing unusual, every night some drunk chick wets pants in this club" one girl replied "Just holidays"
"Yeah, holidays..." Anna replied. But in this moment few drops of piss escaped from her overfilled bladder into her panties. She started to be mortified. Nothing was visible, but her panties were wet for sure.
"OK, I can't wait, I'm going to the men's" she told to the line and started going back, as the men's one were in second part of the club, about 40 meters from ladies' ones. That was way too much for her. Halfway at the stairs something bad happened. While walking she suddenly froze. Her bladder gave up. Strong stream of urine forces through her panties and shorts to the floor, forming giant puddle.
"F..." she started whispering with clear relief painted on her face. She came to the light to see the damage. Crotch area of her jeans shorts was very wet, but because of navy color and club light it was almost not visible. She came back to her BF, he was standing next to the bar with another set of shots.
"Paul, we should go back to the hotel" she slowly started whispering to his ear. The music was so loud that it was the easiest way to communicate.
"Come on, sweety, it's 1 a.m., the party is starting to be cool" he replied "I ordered some shots"
"Darling, let's go to the hotel" she said with sad face
"But why"?
"As you probably noticed there was a long line to the ladies..."
"yeah, I started worrying about you"
"Thanks, but because of the line I... I..."
"You...?"
"I... I... just did it in my underwear..."
"What?! What do you mean""I couldn't hold it anymore, I just wet myself"
"You peed your panties? You're not serious?"
She caught his hand "Do you want to touch it to believe me?"
"Nnooo, I believe you. Poor you" he hugged her and whispered "OK, let's finish shots and get out of there"
She looked at the bar - there was 16 margaritas there in some 40ml shot glasses.
"Why 16?"
"There was a special offer, trust me" he replied "and now drink 10, you must relax"
So, they finished them rather fast. Big set of shots was gone in 5, maybe 6 minutes.
"OK, let's go" he said and they started to leave.
Hotel was about 15 minutes walk from the club, but both were under visible influence of alcohol, so 20 minutes was the real time. When they got out, Anna's stomach started to hurt. Maybe all night of strawberry-based shots was the reason. And - as she broke the seal - she started needed to pee again. After about 5 minutes they passed the city beach.
"Hey, let's go there" Paul asked
"OKKK" she replied, as she knew that it wouldn't take much longer.
But as they touched the sand Paul started joking "hey, let's sit here and watch the stars"
"No! No way"
"Hey, come on, it's nice August night"
"Darling, I would like to remind you that I'm still wearing panties that I peed this night and I really want to change them" she decided not to tell him about increasing desperation
"OK, OK, don't be mad"
"I'm not bad, I just need a shower and fresh clothes" ("and a toilet" she added in her mind)
"Is this really feeling bad?"
" Well, I'm 22 and I didn't make it to the toilet. That's bad"
Paul didn't answer. They continued they walk through the beach. After another few minutes she said
"Hey, let's go a little bit faster"
"We're about 10 minutes, don't worry"
"Darlin' I need a toilet"
"Again? Is everything OK?"
"No, nothing is OK. I really need it"
"Maybe... Maybe you can go through your shorts? They're already wet..."
"No, forget it. No f... way. And... And my stomach hurts..."
"Do you need to go #2?"
"Yes, and it really urgent" her stomach was really hurting that moment. She was letting some quiet and very smelly farts, but due to wind they were not noticeable.
"OK, let's run" Paul suggested
After 2-3 minutes of running a loud fart escaped
"Oh sh..."
"You can do it, we're close, trust me"
"I can, I can" Anna started to whisper with her hand on her stomach "I want to do at least this to the toilet"
"You can do it, Darling"
"Yes I can, yes I can" another loud fart, another few meters. Suddenly her stomach kicked her with very painful attack. She suddenly stopped. Few deep breaths, and she tried to continue her race. But after just one step something really bad happened. For the first moment it seemed to be another fart, but she suddenly felt something warm.
"No, I can't..." she stopped again
"What do you mean?"
Just after this question he heard a very long and loud wet fart. He looked at Anna. Her hands were not on her belly, she was now holding her butt. Loud crackling sound came from her back.
"I just shit myself" she started to cry.
"Were just few steps away from our hotel"
"I'm covered in my shit, I'll come down my legs in any moment"
"Your panties and shorts should hold it for these minutes, I'll be OK"
"As we both know I'm wearing thongs, so my panties can't hold anything, I feel it falling down my leg"
He didn't answer. They entered they hotel. She tried not to catch anybody's attention. When they entered the elevator (their room was at 1st floor) she looked at her. Back of her navy shorts was visibly stained with big wet and dark stain. Also some poop was on her right leg with stains down to her knee.
She entered the bathroom just to clean herself.
"Do you need help?" Paul asked
"Nooo, don't even try to look at me, I'm totally covered in my poo and pee"
"OK, let me know if I can do anything?"
"Yes, give me plastic bag. And don't ask"
After few minutes she asked him to the doors of the bathroom and gave him back this bag.
"Now please go out and get rid of this"
"Okkk". When he got out of the room he opened the bag. It smelled terrible. He was able to see her shorts inside and her grey thong panties. He quickly close the bag and went to the nearest garbage can outside hotel where he left it. |
A/N: Quick little request I did for Little Widow, because I can never resist a little Avengers omorashi. Hope you like it!
Natasha Romanov came to in a crude cell, with only vague recollections of how she had ended up there. A mission gone wrong, of course, but the details were fuzzy because that was how it always went when you got snuck up on and knocked out. And it wasn't as if she were being careless; she was never careless, but somehow, someone had gotten the better of her, and now she was locked up with no idea how to escape and no idea who had put her in here.
That had been the whole point of her investigation, to figure out who was behind some of the unusual happenings lately, but whoever it was had found her before she had found them, obviously. Her weapons were gone, and she could not see any options for escape at present.
All she could do was sit back and wait, either for one of her teammates to come and find her, or for her captor to reveal themselves so that she could find something through them that might lead to her escape. But until then, she could only be patient, which was never something that she was very good at in the first place. She was even worse at it in situations like this, where she actually had nothing to do but wait, and that was not even factoring in certain other problems.
She had awoken to discover that her bladder, previously not an issue, had grown quite full while she was out, and was now making itself known to her. Just her luck that, on top of being captured, she would find herself growing desperate to pee. It had been a long time since she had even come close to feeling like this on a mission, and she wondered why it had even happened this time. Maybe she was unconscious for longer than she had thought. There was no natural light in the room, so she had no idea what time it could even be.
She groaned softly, sitting up and trying to ignore the light pangs in her bladder that resulted. There was no telling how long of a wait she had in store, but she told herself that she was strong enough to withstand anything. No matter how long she had to wait, she was trained for endurance. She could make it, no problem.
But already, that was starting to feel like a hollow statement. She shifted where she sat, already wincing in pain. She was a bit more full than she had realized, and the dull ache in her bladder was steadily growing. It wouldn't be long before she would not be able to sit still at all, and she dreaded to think of what would come after that. Would she even be able to fight in that condition, should she need to? She certainly hoped that she would be, or else she could end up a lot worse than just captured.
Natasha tried to take her mind off of things by trying to remember if she had noticed anything amiss before being knocked unconscious. It was rare that anyone ever got the drop on her, but she could not recall hearing someone approach. Either she had let her guard down too much or this person was a serious threat; maybe both, but she couldn't figure that out or do any investigating until she was out of this cell, and thinking of that only reminded her of the predicament as a whole.
Which meant she was back to thinking about it and back to being reminded of just how desperate her situation was quickly becoming. She clenched her fists, hissing quietly and rocking back and forth. None of this was really helping, but she didn't know of anything else to do that wouldn't completely rob her of her dignity. Still, one of her fists was tightly pressed into her lap before she even realized what she was doing, and once she noticed that she had done this, she hesitated for just a second before removing it.
How was she going to get out of this in her current condition? A quick and easy escape would be the only thing that would work, but for that to happen, she would have to be alone, and she still could not find a single way to break out on her own. As long as she was alone, she was trapped here.
She found that sitting only increased the pressure on her already overfull bladder, and so she stood, hoping that this would help. It did, but only for a moment, and then she was squirming again, tapping her foot. Again, she clenched her fist, beating one against her thigh rhythmically. Her bladder ached for a relief that she knew she could not afford to give it just yet, but the idea was so very tempting.
Natasha crossed her legs once, bending her knees and bouncing on them rapidly, before uncrossing them. She repeated the process a few times, finding that that helped relieve the pressure quite a bit, but the pressure was steadily growing, and soon those small actions hardly did anything. If she were going to keep up, she would have to increase things, but again, she didn't want to surrender so much of her dignity.
And yet there was no one around to see her if she did. At this point, she was only denying herself out of personal pride, and that would do her no good if she ended up losing control in the long run. As long as nobody else saw her doing this, it would be okay if it prevented something like that. A few minutes of private shame would be nothing in comparison to something like that.
So she crossed her legs tight and jammed a hand between her legs, grabbing herself and bouncing rapidly on her knees. She bit her lip and groaned out loud, sure that there was no one around to here her. It was getting too risky for her, she was almost at her limit, and now that she had allowed herself to do this, she didn't know if she would be able to stop, not even if she needed to fight. Perhaps allowing her brief lapse in shame had been a mistake after all.
Whatever the case, she was stuck like this and she was going to wet herself much sooner than she could have predicted if she didn't so something about it, and so she decided to throw caution and shame to the wind entirely. She was so desperate that she was fully willing to pull down her pants and squat in the corner of her cell, and she was prepared to do just that when she heard a loud blast and a hole was blown through the wall opposite her cell.
The shock from that nearly did her in, and she only barely managed to hang on as none other than Iron Man landed just outside of her cell. Her face flushed as she realized she was still in a rather compromising pose, but there was nothing she could do to get out of it; there was nothing she could do at all, for even though she had managed to hang on when being startled like that, she was still at her very breaking point, and just as the face plate of his mask flipped up to reveal Tony's confused expression, she lost it.
She moaned as she felt a strong spurt of liquid break free, flooding her pants as relief washed over her. Her pants were dark enough that they would have concealed it, but there was nothing to hide the obvious way she was posed or the look of humiliation on her face, or the sound of liquid hitting the floor. The cell was quiet save for that sound, and so the splashing echoed around them as a puddle formed at her feet.
It seemed to go on forever, her wetting herself in front of one of her teammates, but finally, her stream trickled to a stop and silence once again the room grew silent. She and Tony stared each other down for a moment, neither one really knowing what to say in this sort of situation.
Finally, he broke the silence. “Feel better?” he asked, smirking at her.
“Shut the hell up,” she replied, trying to mask her humiliation. Of all people to catch her doing something like that! Anyone else would have been preferable to him, she was sure of it. “You gonna get me out of here, or what?”
“Seriously, I was prepared for just about anything when I busted you out of here, but I wasn't expecting something like that,” he continued, as if he hadn't heard her. “Did I keep you waiting a little too long?” He blasted away some of the bars in her cell, allowing her freedom.
“I thought I told you to shut up about that,” she said, glaring at him.
“And what's in it for me if I do?” he replied smugly, his smirk only growing.
“It'll save you the trouble of having me kick your ass,” she said, her glare fading into a much-too-sweet smile for this situation. And it worked, his smirk vanishing, replaced by an uneasy expression that proved that, though she was without weapons and soaked in her own urine, and he was protected by advanced armor of his own creation, she had intimidated him.
“Fair enough,” he said at last. |
Rosalie and her Enemy (Ch. ½)
Rosalie, while she may have been reluctant to admit such a fact, had many friends, and was one of the kindest girls in school. While some boys may have been just a tad nicer (along with a tad bit more sensitive) Rosalie found herself with plenty of friends, although only a spare few close ones, sadly. She was often spending her time gaming and fantasizing about many an event that may happen in the future, yet she these thoughts were oft’ interrupted by the war of which side of her family was better. While being too old to be forced into one household or another, Rosalie found herself trapped, unable to picks sides for fear of being cast to the wayside by even her sister, who had sided with her mother since this war had started. Bretta, Rosalie’s oldest sibling and only sister, thought her mother was in the right. Brad, Rosalie’s twin brother (who happened to be a few minutes younger), was more towards their father, although he was rather indifferent about the entire thing.
Rosalie, sadly, was trapped in the middle. She was decently smart, and on some subjects outclassed her brother, but her less than stellar grades and politeness made her a target for both of her parents. Trying to be as polite as possible, Rosalie took it upon herself to listen to everything someone had to say and only risk arguing if she knew it wouldn’t prolong the conflict. It was something she had done all her life, and while it was courteous, it lead to her being spotted as someone who would listen to all of someone’s troubles. Her parents, instead of going to Rosalie’s brother or sister, would head to her with their troubles, upsetting her and leaving her depressed for the rest of the day, if not longer. It didn’t help that, the more depressed she got, the more her grades slipped, and the more her parents blamed her for their divorce.
As un-luck would have it, it Rosalie’s troubles only worsened. One of her close friends, having left to another school due to zoning, lost contact with her. The next time she heard from him was from another friend, and the text her “friend” displayed was… less than favorable, only making the world fall further away from her. The “friend” even started to distance herself from Rosalie, keeping a façade of friends while glaring daggers behind Rosalie’s back, and a few times at her face as well. Feeling like her life was in shambles, she spent many a sick day barricaded in her room, trying to calm down while trying to keep her parents out. The fact her true friends actually worried about her was lost on her, but nary could a thing brighten her mood those months.
Somehow, with all these built up emotions still sealed up, it got worse. One day, during a club meeting (who her “friend” Allie was also part of), something went horribly wrong. She was just chatting with her friends when Paul’s eyes went wide. “Ew, Rosalie, what are you doing?!”
“H-huh?” Uttered Rosalie, confused for only a few seconds. The warmth was the first thing she noticed, then the wet, damp feeling, and soon the embarrassing splashing noise. Looking down, Rosalie was horrified to witness not a spilled cup, not some freak hallucination on her part, but a yellow waterfall cascading from the edge of her seat to the floor, a rippling, expanding puddle forming at the foot of it. She stood up and pushed her hands between her legs, but it was no use, her accident barely halted, resurging once more after drenching the front of Rosalie’s once cute short-skirt.
“What’s hap- Oh, gross, couldn’t you tell you needed to go before that happened?” Patricia, a close friend to Rosalie and Allie alike, seemed to be the next to speak up. Her face said it all, “How can a girl your age be wetting herself. Heck, how can a girl your age not even notice when you have to pee that badly?”
“I-I… I-I didn’t n-not-tice-ce…” Rosalie started to stutter, even repeating the end of her last word as it worsened dramatically. Hot tears welled up at her eyes, a few already traveling beside the bridge of her nose and around her lips. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. I haven’t had an accident since I was in third grade, and even then that wasn’t too bad…” She tried her best to ignore the thoughts of her bedwetting problems from years past, but she couldn’t, as the shame was too much, and she broke down, crying. She fell to her knees, hearing the heart-wrenching splash of her landing in the puddle, and her only dry hand tried to win a losing battle in keeping her face tear-free.
That’s when she noticed it. It was hard to see with the rippling view of her eyesight, but it was there. Allie was smiling, almost chuckling to herself. Rosalie could hardly believe it, but the façade had slipped when it truly should have remained on, and as her hands fumbled to put her books away, Allie left the classroom in the commotion, her hand looking lewdly close to her womanhood as Allie ran in the direction of the nearest bathroom. While many things could have been interpreted, Rosalie took the more cynical approach, and her red hot cheeks almost looked like they grew brighter as her mind thought of what Allie may have salvaged from such a humiliating scene.
After her friends finally switched over to sympathy-mode, Rosalie decided to leave early, unwilling to stick around and too disheartened to be walked out with a friend. She just wanted to lock herself in her room, have a “sick day” tomorrow, then spend the whole weekend praying her friends would forgive and forget. Her depressed shuffle and downcast eyes helped her notice something, as a soft *clunk* was heard and the sound of something skidding from the rebound made her eyes dart for the object. A pink book, bound in synthetic leather and the smell of strawberries wrapped around the pages, making the whole thing look like a personal diary of some girl. Allie’s favorite color being pink, and her path having been where Rosalie stood only cemented the fact that this must be Allie’s. Rosalie, being as curious as the pets her sister took away from her, flipped through the book, not seeing more than a single page with text on it. Apparently, the first few pages had been torn out, but the text on the non-torn page was all too clear. The text read:
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Rosalie à Victim
Me (Allie) à Witness 1 (EXTRA: sees entirety of situation)
Paul à Witness 2
Patricia à Witness 3
Victim, without noticing at all, begins to wet herself. Witness 2 points it out (disgusted by scene), by which time Victim notices, stand up and attempts to stop it, but only makes it worse. Witness 3 points it out as well, also disgusted. Victim falls to the ground as she begins to cry, hear tears blurring her vision considerably.
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Rosalie couldn’t believe what she was reading. Her own scenario was written down in this book, almost like the script to some sort of humiliating play. Even her shimmering vision was written down, a detail that seemed more like a command than a request. It had happened all like the book had stated, and yet, this only left her in more wonder than ever before. She had watched plenty of anime, and with a book like this having the possibility to make someone wet themselves, it seemed… unreal.
It seemed…
Well-deserved. |
CASSIE AND DAVID: A NEW FRIEND
The next day, Cassie and David walked up to the new girl’s front door. Thenew girl’s mother answered the door. "Hi! I’m Cassie Smith and this is myfriend David Shaw. We live up the street, and we brought you a pie as agift," said Cassie, holding up an apple pie that her mother had made. "Whyhow sweet of you!" said the woman. "I’m Mrs. Jones. Sally! Come here to thedoor!" The blond haired girl that Cassie and David had seen yesterdayappeared next to her mother. "Hi Sally! Nice to meet you! I’m Cassie and this ismy friend David. Would you like to come outside and play with us?" Sallylooked up at her mother. "Mommy, may I?" "Go ahead, dear. Have fun!" Shethen went inside and closed the door. The three kids stood on the sidewalkintroducing themselves. Sally told Cassie and David that she was 9 and herfamily had moved because her dad was transferred to another branch of thecompany he worked for. The three kids sat on the steps and talked for anhour, exchanging stories about school and friends, likes and dislikes. Mrs.Jones brought out milk and cookies. Sally was extra thirsty, so she drank aglass of juice as well. Cassie then suggested they play in David’s yard. Sally told her mother where they would be at. Cassie and David showed Sallythe treehouse, swingset, and other things in the yard. By this time, Sally’sbladder was filling up from the milk and juice. She was wearing lightgreen cotton shorts and a white T-shirt. Sally asked for a glass of water,which David fetched, After Sally drank the water, the three kids swung on theswings for a half-hour of so. sally then asked for another glass of water. After she downed the water, they decided to play on the sliding board. Cassie went first. She climbed up and slid down. When she walked around to theladder, she noticed Sally was holding herself with her right hand. WhenDavid slid down, Cassie whispered to him, "Sally has to pee, but don’t sayanything to her." They watched as Sally let go of herself and climbed up theladder. She slid down and they started again. They slid down four times andeach time Sally held herself while waiting for her turn. The fourth time,Sally started up the ladder, but stopped half-way and held herself for amoment before continuing. After Sally slid down, the kids stood and talkedabout what to do next. Sally, held herself and wriggled her legs as theytalked. "Let’s play in the sandbox!" suggested David. They went over to thesandbox made out of an old tire, each sitting on the rim with their feetoutside the tire. Sally sat still for awhile, but after 20 minutes or so, shegrabbed herself and started scissoring her legs open and closed. "Th-Oh!" Sally said, as she squeezed her legs together and rocked forward and back. "Unnnh!" Sally groaned as she squeezed hard, trying to control her bladder. After a moment, she managed to control the urge, but quickly stood up, stillholding herself, and paced in a circle. "Sally’s going to pee herself!"whispered Cassie to David excitedly. "Let’s play hide and seek," suggestedDavid. They agreed that Sally would be "it" first. Sally stood facing aclothesline pole and started counting, still holding herself. "One,two-th-three-th-four, five, six-th-seven-th-eight-th-Oh!, nine, ten!" Sally stillholding herself, walked into the yard, stopped and raised her right leg to thighto press her thigh against her crotch. She looked around then spotted Davidtrying to hide behind a tree, Sally tried to run after him, but had to peeso bad she could do little more than hobble along. David reached the polesafely, and Sally again stood with raised leg as she held herself and lookedfor Cassie. She felt her pee hole start to burn, as her bladder startedsending distress signals to her brain. "Oh! Time out!" Sally pleaded as amassive urge to pee overtook her. "Oh! Th-Oh! Th-Unnnh! Unnnh!" Sally moanedas she squeezed herself with both hands and raised her right thigh andsqueezed it hard against her crotch. "Unnnh! Unnnh! Unnnnnnh! Oh! Oh! Oh No!"Sally froze as her bladder finally let loose. She was still leaning forwardwith her hands in her crotch and her raised thight pressed against her crotch. David and Cassie, who had emerged from her hiding place, watched as astream of pee jetted from between the back of Sally’s legs, shooting out behindher. She peed and peed. The pee slowly diminished, but not before the backof her shorts were soaked almost to her waist, and her legs were soaked. Only a small "half-moon" of wetness was visible on the front of her shorts. Sally immediately started crying. Cassie put her hands on Sally’s shoulders. "Don’t cry. Everything will be okay. David and I will walk you home." They walked Sally to her house - with Sally walking awkwardly with her legsspread wide. At the door, Mrs. Jones answered. "Oh honey! What happened!" "I peed my-y-self," whimpered Sally, "I wai-aited too lo-long," she cried. "Oh honey, it’s allright, accidents happen, just remember to go to thebathroom next time, okay? Now lets get you cleaned up." Turning to Cassie andDavid she said, "Thank you for walking Sally home!" "Your welcome, Mrs.Jones." |
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“I can’t believe this, Lady Tsunade wants us to stand guard on the wall!? Isn’t that a job for the Village Security Division?” Tenten rumbled as she walked.
“Yeah but the village is low on military power at the moment. Most of the shinobi are out on missions. But our watch is only for a few hours, so I guess it won’t be that big of a deal” Sakura replied.
“I hope so, I was looking forward to having some time off today” Tenten stated.
Hinata in her usual soft voice, asked, “Will there be other shinobi as well?”
“I don’t know, maybe. We’ll get to know once we’re there” Sakura smiled.
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“Wow, this is great! I can see the whole village from here!” Ino chirped, holding the railing atop the wall and leaning a bit forward.
“Yeah, this place is so peaceful, I like it up here” Sakura spoke, looking down to see if she could spot her home in the cluster of establishments.
Although she stood quiet, Hinata wasn’t left untouched by the excitement either. This was her first time on top of the wall and she loved every bit of it. The scenic view both inside the wall and out was beyond words and she was glad for the chance to be up here.
“Come, let’s go to the guard tower” Ino proclaimed as she began walking and the others followed.
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“I-It is quite big” Hinata spoke, looking around the large room.
“Yeah, it is big and open….and airy” Tenten remarked, counting the number of windows as she went up to the coffee maker and made herself a cup. She stirred the coffee and took a sip, “Wow! Surprisingly good!” she smiled.
“All I can see from here is the forest, we need to be vigilant all the time if we are to spot any intruders” Sakura said, looking through the stationary binoculars.
“Yes, we need to, but we’ve just reached up here, can’t we just relax for a bit?” Ino yapped, taking her seat on a wooden chair.
“Yeah sure, but no slacking off” Sakura answered as she pressed the pump and filled herself a glass of water from the dispenser.
With the time passing slowly, the girls took turns keeping watch from the tower. Her eyes aided Hinata with keeping an eye on the village and out. Long training sessions with Kiba and Shino had not only firmed her confidence but now she could see farther than ever before.
Holding the railing Hinata stood, looking at her village in admiration, the beautiful constellation of buildings leaving her full of awe.
Suddenly, a small twinge from her bladder caught her attention, maybe all the water and coffee she had been drinking was beginning to catch up to her. She could use a pee now, but the wall had no toilets.
She turned and walked back to the watch tower, where her friends sat chatting. Although she had to go to the bathroom, Hinata decided not to tell them. She walked up to a chair and sat down with her thighs pressed together.
“How much longer do we have to be here? I want to go back home..” Tenten complained.
Sakura smiled, “Sorry for ruining you day Tenten, but we still have a few hours to go before our watch ends.”
Sighing despondently, Ino moaned, “Oh no! It's so boring! Sitting behind the desk at my flower shop is better than this!”
Sun crawled up the sky as the time passed slowly and the girls started feeling the need to relieve themselves. With all the coffee and water streaming through their bodies, none of them could kick the sensation of their filling bladders.
“I hope this crap ends soon, I need to take a piss..” Ino stated, sitting on a chair with her crossed feet resting on the table.
“Yeah, me too… had so much to drink..” Tenten added as she walked towards the door and stood there, looking out and caressing her bladder.
“Our shift will end soon, so there’s no need to worry” Sakura said, looking at the clock hanging on the wall, “We’ll get to go home soon.”
Sitting on a chair near the window, Sakura too was definitely feeling the need to pee and was regretting her decision of having so much to drink without thinking about the consequences. But it was only after a while that she noticed that Hinata and Ino were also crossing their legs.
Hinata, who looked rather distressed, had her clasped hands resting on her lap. Her back was straight and her face wore a frowning expression.
“Hinata, are you alright?” Sakura asked softly.
“Y-Yes.. I-I am fine..” she replied.
“Are you sure? Do you need to go to the bathroom?” Sakura added.
“N-No, I don’t, I’m alright” Hinata blushed. Although she was trying to act calm, her rapidly filling bladder was making her a bit worried.
Being a shy and reserved girl, Hinata never let anyone know when she needed to pee. She was so protective about her privacy that she’d not use the toilets if anybody could see her walk in.
Tenten’s bladder too had started sending signals that it needed to be emptied. Each passing minute was making her want to pee more, but she was confident of her ability to wait and was sure she’d make it back home.
Ino sat squirming on her chair, biting her lower lip and legs knotted together, showing that her own need to pee was increasing steadily.
All the girls had their eyes stuck at the clock as time slowly crept towards the end of their shift. But just a few minutes before their watch was to end, an ANBU arrived with a scroll.
“Oh! Are you here as our replacement? ‘cause our shift is almost about to end” Ino jumped up from her chair.
“No” the ANBU said, “I’m here with an important message from Lady Hokage” he added, handing over the scroll to Sakura.
Sakura carefully unraveled it, and an expression of shock and anxiousness ran through her face.
“What’s the matter? Is everything alright?” Tenten asked.
“It says, our watch duty has been extended by another thirty-six hours because several more shinobi squads have been dispatched to the Land of Waterfall for an urgent mission and the village is extremely low on military power” Sakura said, her eyes fixed on the piece of paper.
“What!? This can’t be happening! We’ve already been here for eight hours and now we’ve to stay here for even longer? That’s ridiculous!” Ino yelled as she took the scroll from Sakura’s hands.
“Can we at least go home and come back?” Tenten asked, “I need to use the bathroom.”
“No, we can’t” Sakura replied , “We’ve been ordered to stay here until our shift ends or further instructions are given.”
Hinata, who was really looking forward to going home so she could use the toilet, was left mortified when she heard this. Thirty six hours sounded too long to her and although her need to pee wasn’t too great at the moment, she wasn’t sure if she could wait that long.
“If I may request, can you please ask Lady Tsunade if she could relieve us from our duties for at least half an hour? We have been up here for quite some time and all of us need to use the bathroom,” Sakura said to the ANBU.
“I’ll surely ask her and get back to you as soon as I can” he replied.
“Take your time, there’s no need to hurry, but make sure you don’t take too long” Sakura said as she handed the scroll back to him.
“Yes” the ANBU replied, before he turned around and left.
“Great! Now we’re stuck here!” Tenten said as she fell back on her chair.
“No, I know Lady Tsunade will discharge us from the watch soon, she knows we’ve been up here for the whole day” Sakura said, “A regular shift on the wall lasts anywhere around six to seven hours and we’ve already done more than that, I’m sure she’ll soon send a scroll to notify the end of our shift.”
“I hope so…” Tenten said holding her head.
As the girls waited for a word from Lady Tsunade, their discomfort grew to a considerable degree. Each one of them was now feeling an undeniable need to urinate and they did not know what to do about it.
Sakura could literally see a distinct bladder bulge peeking out over the top of Tenten’s pants. Even her own bladder felt full and distended but she knew she could wait a few more hours if need be.
“Damn it! Why isn’t Lady Tsunade sending someone to relieve us?” Ino said, pacing up and down.
“She might be busy, she is the Hokage after all” Sakura said as she sat with her hands and legs crossed.
Soon the night came but there was still no word from the Hokage’s office. All the girls were now bursting to go to the bathroom and none of them were sure if they could hold on much longer.
“I have to piss… “ Ino growled as she strode up and down the room, holding her head with both her hands.
“You seriously need to calm down, Ino” Sakura said.
“I can’t, I have to go to the bathroom..” Ino answered.
“So do we, but creating a scene like this isn’t going to help, we need to think of a solution” Tenten said, squirming on her seat and crossing her legs tighter.
“I’ve thought of it, there is no solution” Ino barked.
“Actually, there is…” Sakura said, “But I don’t know if it will be the right thing to do…”
“What is it?” Tenten asked firmly.
“I-It’s nothing, it’s just something silly I thought would work but it won’t…just forget about it…” Sakura shrugged her off.
“Tell us what it is?! “Ino said as she held Sakura by her shoulders and shook her a bit.
“Alright….but promise me you won’t tell Lady Tsunade about it” Sakura looked at her friends, “These are a kind of anesthetic pills that Lady Tsunade gave me to carry on missions,” she pulled out a neatly wrapped packet from her pouch,
“It basically dulls the functioning of the sensory nerves and reduces the pain,” she added, “It was essentially designed to affect the abdominal region, so I guess it will work as I suppose it would.”
“So what is it that you are suggesting?’ Tenten asked, looking at the round black pills.
“If we take these, our brains won’t able to register the signals from our bladders, which means a temporary respite from our need to relieve ourselves,” Sakura said.
“Really? How long do these pills keep in effect?” Ino asked.
“It depends on the user’s body type, the effect lasts longer on people with smaller bodies” Sakura answered as she slightly crossed her legs, “I’d suggest we take these if we want to get some sleep.”
“Looks like this is the only way we’ve got” Tenten said and the others nodded in agreement.
The girls, desperate to put a clamp on their aching bladders, gulped the pills down with some water.
Minutes passed and the pill started to show its effects on them, slowly nullifying the pain in their full bladders.
“I feel better now but I wish there was a bed I could sleep on,” Ino said, rubbing a hand on her bloated abdomen.
“Me too… I don’t feel like I need to go to the bathroom anymore, thanks for the pills, Sakura” Tenten said, showing a thumbs-up.
“That’s alright, I was reluctant about using these pills because they are still under testing and their effects on the human body aren’t very clear, but they seem to work just fine,” Sakura said as she walked up to the coffee machine and filled herself a cup, “Now we won’t be having problems, at least not for a while,” she added.
After they had food pills for dinner, the girls began discussing their plan for the night. All of them were tired from the day and none of them were eager to stand guard all night.
“How would it be if we take turns keeping the watch, one can stay on duty while the others rest for a while?” Tenten suggested.
“Yeah, that sounds good! But who would go first?” Ino asked.
“Umm.. if you guys don’t mind, I’d like to stand guard first, you all can sleep for a while” Hinata spoke, looking down at the floor.
“Sure, thanks a ton Hinata, I’ll be next when I wake up” Sakura beamed.
Hinata walked out of the room and stood at the wall railing, rubbing her bulging bladder as she gazed at the dark forest. She didn’t need to pee anymore but she could feel a dull fullness in her bladder.
The lulling moonlight and a gentle breeze made her sleepy but she rubbed her eyes and started walking to help herself stay awake.
As the night passed by, the girls switched posts, keeping watch one at a time. The pill had worked just as it was intended to and things went smoothly for a bit, but as morning came, its effects started to fade.
“I have to go to the bathroom again…” Tenten said as she stood grabbing her crotch and squeezing her thighs.
“Yes, I have to go too, looks like the pill is wearing off,” Sakura stated, gently caressing her throbbing bladder.
“So do you have any more of those pills? Looks like I’ll be really needing one” Ino said as she bent forward, squeezing her hands between her thighs.
“I wish I could say yes, but no, I don’t have any more pills left” Sakura shook her head.
“There’s still a long time to go before our watch ends, how are you going to hold it till then?” Tenten asked rather worried.
“I don’t know, we can just hope that Lady Tsunade sends someone to relieve us from the watch before it’s too late” Sakura said.
Distress crawled in the girls’ minds. Their achingly full bladders demanded to be emptied. Each one of them longed to pee and be comfortable again but the relief was nowhere in sight.
None of them knew when they’d get to go home, all they knew was that they were getting more and more uncomfortable with each passing moment.
Hinata now had her legs tightly crossed as she sat on a chair. Her bladder seemed to have stabilized but she still needed to pee really bad.
By ten o’clock both Sakura and Ino were holding between their legs. Hinata soon followed the suit but only grabbed her crotch when she was sure no one was looking.
As they sat in their chairs, somehow coping with their bursting bladders, a Jōnin walked into their room.
When the girls saw him, a glimmer of hope lit in their minds. Maybe he was here to relieve them from the watch and they could finally go home!
“Morning ladies, how have you all been?” he greeted, “My name is Osoi, I’m a member of the village’s Interception Division and the wall’s security in-charge,” he smiled.
“Are you here to let us go? We’ve been up here for a whole day!” Ino cried out.
“I wish I could, but I can’t let you guys leave at the moment” Osoi said, “I’m here to assign your patrol duties. You have to patrol the wall from posts 21-B to 27-F and report back in an hour” he said, looking at a paper pad in his hand.
“B-But, when will we get to go home?” Sakura asked, clenching her fists on her sides.
“I don’t know, we don’t have enough ninja present in the village at this moment, so we need whatever help we can get,” he said “Okay, I’ll see you all in an hour,” he turned around and left, leaving the four girls flaring in anger.
They did their patrol duty with aching bladders and reported back in the given time.
All four of them were still in full control when they got back to their watch station but they were now dying to go and be able to relax again.
This whole experience was especially mortifying for Hinata who had never been forced to hold her pee for this long ever before. She could feel the waistband of her pants getting tighter and tighter as her bladder continued to expand to outrageous proportions to contain all the liquid she had consumed.
As the day progressed, the girls began struggling to hold back the lakes of urine inside them. With no sign of respite from Lady Tsunade, all they could do now was hope.
“Oh god, I’ve got to piss so badly” Sakura sighed, as she sat with her legs crossed, holding her forehead.
“Me too, I just can’t think of anything else,” Ino said, crossing her legs and holding her aching, bursting, bladder , “I’m right at the limit of my capacity now, I don’t think I’ll be able to hold it much longer,” she groaned.
“This is insane! We’ve been up here for so long! They can’t just leave us here like this, this in inhumane!” Tenten cried out in frustration before taking a seat.
The girls sat with their legs tightly crossed as their bladders filled to absolute capacities.
Minute by minute as time crawled by, the girls were pushed to the edge of wetting themselves.
Ino crossed her legs tighter and squeezed her crotch hard as she leaned her head on the wall. She bit her lower lip as she squirmed in her chair, somehow trying hold back the flood she was containing. She couldn’t remember the last time she needed to pee this bad.
She looked around and saw her friends struggling to keep themselves dry. They all looked distressed but she knew none of them were as close to wetting themselves as she was.
There were almost fifteen hours to go before their watch ended and there was no way she could hold it that long. But she couldn’t just give up. She tensed her legs and wriggled slightly, trying to find a more secure position.
After another fifteen minutes, Ino found herself unable to sit still. She tried to concentrate on other things – the beautiful landscape out of the window, the sun that was now drowning on the horizon – but it wasn’t working.
Unable to take her mind off her need to pee, she crossed her legs tighter and exhaled slowly, closing her eyes.
But suddenly, a shot of urine escaped her and Ino clapped a hand over her mouth to keep from crying out. She grabbed her crotch with her other hand, holding tightly to regain control.
She knew she was fighting a losing battle. She had to pee so bad but there was nowhere she could go!
She just hunched back in her seat, still holding herself and clenching her thigh muscles.
More minutes passed and her muscles were now beginning to shake with the effort to hold on.
A few more drops of pee escaped and her panties felt uncomfortably damp. “Oh no” she sighed, staring dejectedly at her lap. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she sat there, helpless, thinking of what was about to happen.
Hinata noticed a tear drop off Ino’s chin, as she sat sniffling with her head down.
“Are you alright?” Hinata asked, placing a hand on Ino’s back.
Ino’s lower lip trembled violently, but the words came tumbling out. “I can’t hold it much longer, I don’t want to wet myself!” she stammered out the last few words, her voice squeaking.
One look at Ino’s tightly coiled body, her legs twisted together, and her hand buried deep between her legs, told Hinata that she was telling the truth.
Hinata wanted to help her friend but there was nothing she could do. She just rubbed Ino’s back gently, and hoped it would make her feel better.
Ino continued to cry with her head held down. She just didn’t have the strength left to hold herself any longer.
When another jet of pee ran out of her, Ino squeezed her crotch tighter in a final desperate bid to hold on but by now, urine had started trickling into her underwear.
She removed her hand from her crotch and covered her face in humiliation as a pool of pee started to form on her seat. She pressed her legs together to stop the flow but it was too late.
Hinata’s eyes widened in shock as the realization of what was happening dawned upon her.
Gripped with shame Ino started crying profusely as urine soaked into her clothes at a steady rate.
The sensation of wetting herself was accompanied by the feeling of piss streaming and pooling on the chair as it started trickling onto the tiled floor as she sat wetting herself.
At the soft, dripping sound, Sakura and Tenten turned abruptly and saw the small but growing puddle under Ino’s chair. They both looked away and tried their best to ignore the sound of Ino’s pee splattering on the floor. Being desperate themselves, the last thing they wanted to see was someone having an accident.
Ino’s head was still down, her body shivering. The relief she was feeling was unlike anything she had ever felt before. She could feel her bladder slowly constricting, gradually sinking back to its normal shape as the pee flowed out of her.
Somewhere buried under the feelings of shame and humiliation, Ino was thankful that her pain had finally come to an end.
The puddle spread out at an alarming rate, and soon went under Hinata’s feet. But she didn’t move, she just stood there, consoling Ino and rubbing her back.
Although her shorts and skirt were soaked by now, Ino wasn’t nearly done. She kept wetting silently, aware only of the sensations of her heart pounding in her ears and pee flowing between her legs.
After a few minutes, the stream finally trickled to a stop. It took Ino a few seconds to realize that she was no longer actively peeing; the humiliation of losing control and wetting herself was so overwhelming, that she couldn’t even sense her body’s response.
Her breaths were shallow as the horror of the situation slowly crept over her. She didn’t have the strength to remove her hands from her face and look at her friends.
She’d just peed all over her clothes and the floor and now all she wanted was to run away from there.
“Ino? Ino?” Hinata shook her a bit, “Talk to me please!” she said before she gently removed Ino’s hands from her face, allowing her tears to fall freely. Ino turned her face away in dejection as she continued to weep miserably.
“Look at me Ino, it’s alright, it was just an accident” Hinata said as she bent a little further and took Ino in her arms.
Ino cried like a child as Hinata comforted her. She just couldn’t believe what she had done.
A few seconds later, she folded her arms around Hinata, leaning forward.
This accident had shaken her internally, the physicality of her shame was so great that she could do nothing but weep.
Hinata stroked Ino’s back gently, whispering soothing words into her ear. After a few long minutes, Ino’s cries softened into sniveling breaths and she eventually managed to control herself.
Hours passed as the sun slipped away and the moon took its place. Ino sat in a corner, her knees pulled up to her chest as she stared continuously at the immense puddle she had made on the floor.
Nobody said a word as they sat in different corners. The sight of Ino’s accident had only made things worse for the rest of the girls, and none of them were sure they could survive the night without meeting the same fate.
Tenten, who had a hand on her throbbing bladder stood up from her seat and crossed her legs, “I don’t think, I can hold it much longer,” she moaned as she squeezed her crotch.
“No, you can’t just give up” Sakura said as she bent double in her chair, with both hands buried deep inside her crotch, “..maybe someone will come and relieve us from the watch.”
“No one is going to come; they’ve just left us here to rot while they’re enjoying and having fun down there!” Tenten snapped, frustration and annoyance clearly spilling from her tone.
“Please Tenten, you need to calm down..” Sakura sighed, struggling to keep her own clothes dry.
“I cannot calm down, I need to use the bathroom!” Tenten shot back as she walked a few steps with a hand in her crotch and the other on her hip. Her breathing grew heavy as she felt her pee hole pulsating. Tenten knew she had reached the end of her rope and there was not much time left for her.
To her horror, her prophecy came true when a few minutes later, a long streak of urine shot out of her and ran down her leg.
“Oh no!” she gasped, holding her crotch tighter and crossing her legs where she stood.
Ino, Hinata and Sakura turned their eyes towards Tenten, who was now anxiously looking down at her crotch.
“Are you alright?” Sakura asked.
Tenten didn’t respond but a sudden squeal escaped her throat as a wet patch emerged on the crotch of her pants.
Another stream of pee had managed to escape and soak into her clothes but Tenten somehow stopped it before it turned into a flood.
The sudden surge of pressure in her abdomen made Tenten gasp and dance even harder, raising her right knee up to level with her hip, then placing that foot on the ground and raising the left knee. She was on the verge of losing it, and she knew it.
Despite doing everything she could to wait, Tenten felt a trickle of pee leaking into her panties. She struggled with every ounce of her strength to plug the leak, but it was no good; her muscles were too tired to keep all that pee in any longer. Still, she could not bring herself to just let it go, as badly as she needed the relief that would bring. Her bladder felt so heavy inside her, as if it had stretched enough to contain a gallon, although she knew it couldn't really be much more than a couple of liters.
She fought on for another few minutes, bouncing and curtseying, wiggling her knees back and forth in a rapid scissoring motion, and bending over forward a little with her knees pressed together so hard she could almost feel the bones grating. Whatever she did, the trickle continued, gradually gathering strength until, finally, she could feel it traveling down her inner thighs.
Tenten looked down and saw the tell-tale streaks of wetness on the legs of her pants, and watched in morbid fascination as they spread down towards her trembling knees. She could feel the wetness gathering around her crotch and spreading across her butt. She had fought so hard and lost.
The warmth flooded her pants as her pee flooded down her legs. She watched it run down the tops of her feet and splashing on the floor, forming a puddle that grew rapidly as she just stood there, peeing and peeing and peeing.
When, at last, the torrent eased to a trickle and then ceased altogether, Tenten straightened up and stood there with her head down, refusing to acknowledge the judging gaze of her friends.
Looking at her pants which were now soaked from crotch to ankles, Tenten choked back a sob and stepped away from her puddle.
“This is so embarrassing” she sighed, covering her face as she couldn’t hold back her tears any longer.
“Please don’t cry Tenten, I’m sure we’ll get to go home soon” Hinata said, walking up to her friend. She held Tenten by her shoulders and sat her down on a chair.
Although Hinata was trying her best to comfort Tenten, she remained inconsolable and kept sobbing silently.
“Shhhh. Just breathe. It’s OK. It’s OK. Just breathe,” Hinata mumbled, as she kept rubbing Tenten’s back.
Slowly, minute by minute, Tenten came back to her senses. Her cries died down, but the humiliation remained. Her sodden pants hung heavily on her legs and the wetness made her skin itch.
Hinata kept talking, calmly, consistently, as Tenten’s breathing evened out. "It's OK. It's OK. You're alright."
After a while of comforting and soothing, Hinata rubbed Tenten’s shoulders, “Are you alright?” she asked.
Tenten gently nodded before Hinata brought her a glass of water.
The candle lights flickered in the wind as the night grew darker.
Sakura sat in her chair, holding her head as the pressure in her bladder rose to an awful degree. The pain was unbearable and each breathe she drew, pushed her pee closer to the exit. Strained beyond imagination, her bladder felt like it would burst any second.
Hinata, who was reluctant to hold herself in the presence of others, now had a hand jammed between her legs. Her own bladder was swollen rock hard, stretched so much that the pain it caused was unbearable. But she kept mum and went on suffering.
A little past midnight, as the girls sat waiting, a sudden sound of approaching footsteps startled them. Ino and Tenten had just started towards the door when Kotetsu and Izumo stepped in.
“Hey everybody, how’s it going?” Kotetsu exclaimed, “We are here as your replacements!”
“Oh, thank god, you’re here!” Sakura said as she stood up from her seat and started taking baby steps towards the door. She was finally free to go!
“Sorry for spoiling your mood but not all of you are relived from the watch yet” Izumo stated.
Sakura stopped dead on her track as she heard this, “What does that mean?” she asked, fighting to keep her voice from shaking.
“It means that only two of you have the permission to go home” Kotetsu said, “….Ino and Tenten.”
These words from Kotetsu made Sakura’s eyes widened in horror. She was on the verge of wetting herself and she couldn’t even think of holding it until her shift was over. “Please let me go, I really have to use the bathroom,” she pleaded, crossing her legs and clenching her fists.
“I am sorry, but these are the orders” Izumo said.
“Hey, did you guys wet yourself?” remarked Kotetsu, looking at the puddles on the floor and then subsequently at Ino and Tenten. Both the girls turned red with embarrassment as they stood there, trying to cover the wetness of their clothes, “Anyways, you are free to go now, good night.”
As Ino and Tenten began to leave, Sakura grudgingly walked back to her chair and crossed her legs immediately when she found herself seated. Her anger and frustration knew no bounds. She’d been so sure she’d get to go home when she saw Kotetsu and Izumo coming, but she was still stuck here, guarding the walls while nursing a bladder full of piss.
“I guess we should start patrolling now, are you ready to go girls?” Kotetsu asked.
Hinata and Sakura looked at each other in sheer horror. Both girls had to pee profusely and the last thing they wanted was walking around with bladders this full.
“Do you mind if I stay back, I am having a really bad stomach ache,” Sakura said, bending forward in her chair.
“I wish I could allow you that, but all the watch guards need to patrol the walls periodically, it’s a protocol followed to assure the village’s security” Izumo said.
At this moment, Sakura didn’t really care about the village’s security, all she cared about was getting inside a toilet and taking a piss, but she had no choice.
Stopping their pee at the gates, both girls began patrolling the wall. Their bladders ached as they walked and each step felt like torture as they struggled to keep their clothes dry.
When Kotetsu and Izumo stopped in-between to take a piss off the edge of the wall, Sakura felt like yelling at them, but she somehow controlled herself.
The night passed and morning came and the chirps of the birds filled the air again.
By now, Sakura and Hinata had grown deliriously exhausted and both didn’t know how much longer they’d be able to hold it.
Sakura now was holding her crotch continuously. She was sure she’d wet herself if she didn’t apply the much needed external pressure.
Osoi from the Interception Division, walked into their room at seven o’clock sharp.
“I want everybody to gather outside for inspection” he said, before he turned around and walked out.
Sakura and Hinata followed the order with extreme unwillingness. They walked out of the room holding their crotches and stood side by side, facing Osoi.
“Stand at ease” he commanded.
Kotetsu and Izumo responded promptly to the order, but Hinata and Sakura showed reluctance. Neither of them could now dare to remove their hands from their crotches or part their legs.
“Girls, I said stand at ease” Osoi said sternly.
Hinata hesitantly yielded to the command. Having her hand removed from her crotch put immense strain on her bladder and her need to pee worsened more than she’d thought but she managed to hold it somehow.
Everyone was now waiting for Sakura, who still had her legs partially knotted and a hand inside her crotch. Her pee hole felt like it was about to burst open and she was sure she’d wet herself the moment her hand leaves her crotch.
Against her will, she clasped her hands behind her back but kept her thighs pressed tightly together.
“Sakura, your feet have to be apart when you’re standing at ease” Osoi remarked.
Tears filled her eyes as Sakura struggled to keep to keep from wetting herself. The pain and pressure had grown insufferable and there was nothing she wanted more than be able to relieve herself.
Somehow holding her pee at the edge, Sakura slowly spread her feet a little apart. Her vision was now clouded and she could barely breathe. Her bladder was so full now it was almost numb.
As they all stood there, being inspected, Sakura suddenly felt few drops of urine escape into her panties. Her eyes widened in horror as she felt the control of her bladder suddenly starting to slip.
And then unexpectedly, a stream of pee escaped, dampening her panties even further. Although she managed to stop the flow at first, spurts kept shooting out of her inconsistently.
Her panties and shorts had grown uncomfortably wet by now and her legs were trembling with the effort she making to hold on.
Just when she thought she had regained control, a long stream of pee shot out of her and made its way through her wet clothes before splattering on the ground.
Thankfully, nobody noticed this and Sakura continued her struggle against her exhausted sphincters.
She desperately wanted to squeeze her crotch, but by now she was past the point of no return.
A river of urine started escaping Sakura and flowing down her leg as Osoi discussed the wall’s security with Kotetsu and Izumo.
She closed her eyes in shame as her bursting bladder finally erupted and hot pee started trickling down her legs and splashing on the floor.
The splattering sound of water made everyone turn their heads towards Sakura, whose face had turned red in embarrassment.
“Oh my god!” Osoi breathed when he saw a puddle growing under the girl’s feet.
Sakura broke into painful gasping sobs on hearing this as she just stood there with her hands clasped behind her back, wetting herself.
The men looked in complete shock and disgust before moving away from the poor girl.
Tears dripped off Sakura’s chin as she continued to let her bladder empty itself for what seemed like an eternity. It was all she could do to stand there, her legs trembling, and watch helplessly as hours of waiting and suffering and torture came at last to a gorgeous end.
The relief she felt was amazing; nothing short of orgasmic.
Finally, after a few minutes, the waterfall died down and the last trickles of pee made their way out of her exhausted bladder.
Her shorts and apron skirt were completely ruined, almost fully soaked front and back. Her legs were shimmering with streaks of pee, and her boots were drenched. Her puddle was almost five feet in diameter and the only sound that could be heard was of the occasional drops of pee hitting it as they dripped off Sakura’s sodden clothes.
She wept miserably, still holding her hands behind her back and standing with her legs wide apart. She didn’t have the courage to face anyone, not even Hinata.
Struggling with her own need to pee, Hinata somehow approached her weeping friend and held her, “Sakura, please don’t cry” she said as she stood with her thighs tightly pressed together.
“Are you aright, Sakura?” Osoi asked.
Sakura didn’t respond. She just kept sniveling with her head down, tears dropping off her face.
“Maybe you should go home and rest, Sakura. We’ll take the watch from here,” Osoi said, his voice much gentler than before.
Finally after two days, she was free to go home. Without saying a word, Sakura nodded slightly before she began walking, leaving wet foot prints behind as she left.
“That’s so shameful” Osoi said as he looked at the massive puddle Sakura had left on the floor. He couldn’t believe that a grown up girl like her could ever wet herself like that.
An expression of panic ran across Hinata’s face as she saw Sakura walk away. The realization that she was now left alone to guard the wall with these men, while holding a bursting full bladder made her frown with anxiousness.
Her head suddenly started to feel heavy with the strain of holding. Shivers ran down her body as she heard Osoi, instructing them. By the time the inspection was over, the pain had grown so great, that she limped the entire way back to the watch station.
“Are you okay? You seem unwell” Izumo asked as they entered the room.
“Y-yes, I-I’m fine” she lied. Hinata couldn’t have been further from being fine. She had just lost a small spurt of pee into her panties and there was still an hour to go before her watch ended.
Sitting on a chair with her legs tightly crossed, Hinata kept pulling the waistband of her pants away from her bursting bladder when Izumo and Kotetsu weren’t looking.
She had her eyes stuck on the clock now. Although each passing minute drew her closer to freedom, she was worried her bladder would explode before she would get to walk out of there.
She now could not stop worrying about how badly she wanted to go, and the time felt like it was passing so slowly. Hinata had her legs crossed like she had never done before, twisted together a whole turn, and she was discretely squirming about, trying to get them even tighter.
For a few short, mad moments, she considered simply getting up and walking home, admitting she had to pee right then, her bladder almost out of control and about to burst. But she knew she couldn’t just abandon her watch.
She needed to concentrate every second to keep her bladder under control, and for a dreadful moment she thought she was going to lose it, instinctively jamming her other hand between her legs, blocking off her pee, about a millimeter from her knickers, or so it felt. Although she had been holding herself for quite a while now, it was still pretty embarrassing, so she resorted to the old trick of resting her other arm across her lap to hide what she was doing from Izumo and Kotetsu, who stood chatting near the door.
As the clock struck nine, Hinata’s mind was dashed with a new ray of hope. Her watch was finally over and now she could go home!
Standing up from her chair was an extra strain on her overfilled bladder, a preview of the effort it would take to walk back home, but she summoned some reserves of bladder control and clenched herself shut, knocking her knees together with the effort she was making. Her bladder was so full that she couldn’t even stand straight, let alone walk.
Holding her crotch, she walked towards the door, where Kotetsu and Izumo stood. She didn’t care if they could see her like this. At least it was better than wetting herself in front of them.
“I-I guess it’s time for me to leave, my shift is done” she said, her voice strained.
“Okay, thanks for your help Hinata. See you soon” Izumo smiled.
With one huge effort of willpower Hinata turned around and walked towards the stairs. How she held back her pee for this long she would never know.
She knew the walk back home was going to be difficult in her condition but she had to do it. She knew she could do it if she really tried.
Walking made her want to go even more than standing, and it took every ounce of her strength, every muscle in her body clenched tight, to hold in her pee. She would have run if she had been able to, but she could hardly manage to hobble , legs stiff and pressed together, the only way she could keep her pee in.
She was hanging on to her bladder with all her strength as she finally reached the ground level, just, only just, in control, but the pressure and the urgency, had been getting worse and she did not have any reserves of strength left to contain it. She was on the brink of wetting herself and she simply was not in a position to hold on to her pee much longer.
A small spurt of urine ran out of her as she walked but it didn’t stop her. A few hundred steps took her to the market which was bustling full of people.
She pressed her hand tighter between her legs as she walked, hoping that in the crowd it would not be noticed, but really not caring, because she would rather be seen holding her crotch than wetting her knickers. With her fingers jammed between her legs she could walk more quickly, but still close to a complete breakdown.
Then suddenly, another long spurt of pee jetted out of her, creating a small patch on the crotch of her pants. Hinata froze in horror as she felt the warm urine dampening her panties..
Holding her crotch tighter, she willed herself to keep walking, ignoring the stares from the people.
One more thick jet of urine escaped a few steps later and ran down her legs. Her eyes started to well up with tears as the realization that she wasn’t going to make it crawled upon her.
She sniveled with her face down as more and more squirts of piss came out of her as she kept walking, and a big wet patch formed on the back of her pants. The emotional strain of it was too much for her to handle and she suddenly felt all alone in a crowd of people.
It was just her and a sensation of her pee slowly seeping into her pants.
And then suddenly, without any warning, a torrent of urine exploded out of her with incredible pressure and began soaking her clothes. Her sphincters had given up. Hinata was having an accident.
The realization that she was wetting herself in a crowded market place crashed heavily upon her and she started to sob like a lost child.
“Look she’s wetting herself!” she heard a man ,”That’s disgusting!” said another.
Hinata ignored every word that fell on her ears as she went on taking her walk of shame, the wetness on her pants expanding rapidly.
Each step brought utmost relief as copious amounts of pee flowed out of her bladder. It felt so good to let all that pressure come out but the price for it was too great.
She kept wetting herself, all the way from the market to her home, leaving a trail of pee behind.
Hinata entered her home, after the long, agonizing walk, her eyes a burst dam of tears. She stopped when her father saw her but ran away when he tried to speak.
In her room, she took off her pee drenched clothes and put them in the laundry basket before climbing into her bathtub.
All the hot water in the world wouldn’t have been enough to wash away her feeling of disgust. She cried her heart out sitting in the tub, holding her knees close to her chest. She could never forget the stares of those people who had seen her wetting her pants. It was so embarrassing and now she'd have to live with it all her life.
When she stepped out of the bath, Hinata put some dry clothes on and went to bed, sad but satisfied that at least she could do her duty. |
Hi all,
Thought I'd try to write a short story based on an idea that I've been kicking around in my head for a while now.. It contains both male and female desperation.
Mark and Stacey in the Big City
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Mark was wandering around the subway station, trying to kill time while he waited for the train that would carry him into the city for dinner and a night out with his girlfriend, Stacey. Further down the line, trains going in opposite directions were sharing a single track while some emergency maintenance happened on the other. This would add at least half an hour to a journey that had already been tediously long, transferring from one bus to another just to get to the station in the first place. But he was looking forward to some long-overdue time with her. Their work schedules had been keeping them busy lately.
It had taken Mark all of about five minutes to get bored with the change of scenery after getting off the bus. There really wasn't anything to do here on the subway platform. He saw a few posters encouraging people to say something if they saw a piece of luggage unattended. A map of the train network upon which he'd managed to kill all of about thirty seconds verifying his route. An advertisement for some movie that would be coming out soon. If he'd seen a restroom during his wanderings, he might have used it just for the sake of interrupting the monotony. It had been a number of hours since his last visit. But he didn't particularly need to go yet and the apparent lack of public facilities barely registered a conscious thought for him. He sat down on a bench and watched the minutes count down slowly to the estimated arrival of his train. Part of him wished he'd just driven himself into town. The distance between Mark and Stacey wasn't so bad by car. But they'd wanted to be free to drink tonight. And parking downtown was always a nightmare anyway. So public transportation it was.
Meanwhile, Stacey had only just boarded her train into town. Living and working somewhat closer to the action, she had the luxury of much faster access to the downtown area, at least by comparison to Mark's meandering voyage. She wouldn't even have had to change trains if not for the fact that she'd been craving a good slice of pizza all week. As a result, she and Mark would be meeting at Vincenzo's Pizza—a small eatery, wedged into the business district. Neither she nor Mark had been there before—they didn't really venture downtown very often—but one of her friends had absolutely raved about the place. I hope it lives up to the hype, she thought to herself as she took a small swig of water from her bottle.
During the final leg of his subway ride, Mark had become increasingly aware of a growing fullness in his bladder. It wasn't any great cause for concern—he was nearly there anyway. But with little else to occupy his mind, it was enough that he found his thoughts wandering more than once back to the volume of liquid pressing against his sphincter. He tried not to dwell on it.
Stacey was the first to arrive at Vincenzo's, about half an hour before closing. The maintenance delays on the tracks had pushed their date a bit later than originally planned. But Mark had texted her that he was mere minutes away, so she stepped inside to peruse their offerings. It was indeed a very small place, built into an impressive-looking office building but accessible only from outside via a separate entrance. The extent of its sit-down dining seemed to consist of only a handful of tables and chairs outside. No matter, though. It was a warm enough summer day that even at this late hour the outdoors were still quite comfortable. With Mark mere moments away, Stacey took the liberty of ordering. A slice of “everything” pizza for herself and two of pepperoni for her somewhat less adventurous boyfriend. And two large sodas to wash it all down. The sodas were larger than she'd expected—they had to be at least 40 ounces apiece. Probably could've saved 50 cents and gone with medium, she thought in hindsight as she carried her overladen tray of purchases outside to the tables.
Mark rounded the corner just as Stacey had set up a spot for them. She eagerly waved him over to their table; and he greeted her with a kiss. He gave half a moment's thought to popping inside to use the restroom before they ate; but it really wasn't urgent, he reasoned. And the two quickly became distracted telling each other about their weeks and remarking with considerable satisfaction upon the quality of the food—it really was very good pizza. “I wish we had something like this closer to home,” Stacey remarked. She'd found a new favorite pizza place.
As the conversation wound down and they finished their food (and most of their drink), Mark's bladder began to demand his attention more pointedly. “I'd better hit the bathroom before we go,” he told Stacey with the slightest wince betraying his growing urgency, “I haven't had a chance to pee since lunchtime.”
Although Stacey couldn't boast as many hours of fill time as her significant other, that soda was certainly starting to make its presence known in her lower abdomen; and a chance to let it out did not sound at all unwelcome. “I'll come too,” she said.
They threw their trash in a can by the door and deposited their tray atop a nearby stack before rounding the end of the counter to the only area of Vincinzo's that wasn't visible from the entrance—surely that would be where the bathroom was. Except they were instead greeted by nothing more than a wall with a framed photograph of some scenic and presumably Italian coastal city.
“Is there a bathroom in here?,” Mark inquired at the counter.
“No, sorry,” was all the clerk said, barely looking up from his tidying efforts as he closed down for the day.
“How can a restaurant not have a bathroom?,” Stacey asked. “Is that even legal?”
“We're not a full restaurant, just a take-out place,” the young man replied as he gathered unused ingredients and placed them in the refrigerator for the night. “And if you don't mind, we're kind of closing.”
The two exited Vincenzo's annoyed both at the lack of restrooms and at the clerk's uncaring attitude. The food may be good, but the hospitality certainly leaves something to be desired, Stacey thought to herself. Mark's thoughts centered more on troubleshooting the problem as quickly as possible. He tested the door of the office building outside Vincenzo's—locked and dark. After hours. And from the looks of the adjacent card reader, Mark didn't get the impression that the building would've been any more likely to grant him entry during the day. This could be a problem, Mark thought, visually searching for any other prospects and finding nothing but large, corporate-office-looking buildings that all seemed to have shut down hours ago. There didn't even seem to be any other takeout places in sight. They must make a lot of money serving all the people who work in these buildings, Mark thought. People who can use the bathroom at work.
“Well, we were going to hit up a bar anyway,” Stacey said, trying to be positive about it. “Will you be okay until we find a place?,” she asked with a look of concern. She was none too pleased for the state of her own bladder; and, from what he'd said, Mark had been holding it a lot longer. Her bladder seemed to spasm just a little in sympathy, imagining what he must be feeling. She squeezed her sphincter muscle to contain the growing feeling of fullness.
Mark tried to stay composed. “I think so,” he said, not really sure what else one could say in such a situation. But his bladder was getting very full now. He needed to go.
So the two set out with the goal of finding a place—any place—where they could pee. They didn't really know their way around, but they had a vague idea of which way the bars were. The city blocks went by slowly, each step reminding both parties of the growing volume of liquid between their legs. Stacey was getting a little nervous for her own fate, but didn't want to complain too loudly when Mark had made it so clear that he was bursting.
After what felt like an eternity, they came across a nightclub with a small crowd outside its door. “Can we go in?,” Stacey asked.
“You'll have to wait,” the bouncer explained. “The last idiot let too many people in, and now we're over capacity.”
“Please, we really just have to use the bathroom and then we'll...”
“We're skirting fire code as it is,” the bouncer explained. “If you can wait about ten minutes, I might be able to squeeze you in, but,” and he lowered his voice, “the idiot who was watching the door before me let too many guys in—it's turning into a sausage fest in there. Your boyfriend could be waiting awhile. I don't know what's so fucking hard about counting...” His voice trailed off in clear frustration with whoever had been guarding the door before him.
The hope of a bathroom if she could just wait there a little longer was a sorely tempting prospect. Her urethra was positively tingling at the idea of letting her pee out. And by now she had an awful lot that she'd like to let out. But she couldn't just leave Mark like that... Could she? Her mind started reeling, trying to construct a plan. Maybe he could pee outside? But there didn't seem to be the slightest hint of an alley or any other form of semi-privacy within sight. Could he maybe leave her there to wait and go off to find a men's room on his own, somewhere else? This wasn't really the safest place in the world for a woman (or anyone, really) to be hanging out alone. But maybe if he just waited with her until she got to go inside. Then he could go for a walk. Even if he didn't find a place, the walk could distract him. He could try not to think about it, just for a little bit. She would swear to him that if they just hung around here long enough for her to pee that she would be absolutely devoted to finding him a place to go as soon as she was done. Her conscience twinged at the idea of sitting on a toilet, letting that stream gush furiously out of her body while the man she loved struggled—alone now—to contain his own. Still, that had been a really big soda. Was there any sense in them both having an accident? She crossed her legs just a little and tested the waters carefully.
“Maybe we could stick around for just a few minutes...” she started to say.
But when her eyes met Mark's, it was pretty clear that he didn't have a few minutes to spare. He was trying not to be obvious about it, but she knew him pretty well by now. The look that flashed across his eyes was sheer desperation. Abandonment. Panic. Maybe even a hint of anger—after all, she'd been trying to downplay her own need whereas he'd made it clear back at the pizza place that he was really full. And in fairness, she was pretty certain he still had to go worse.
As badly as she wanted to go, abandoning Mark when he was in such need just wasn't right. And making him stand there, waiting so she could pee but not him? She felt guilty for having even thought it. We both have to pee, she told herself. We'll find a place together.
They resumed the search. They made it three blocks. Then four. No bars. No restaurants. Not even a semi-secluded corner in which to hide—nothing that wouldn't have required jumping an eight-foot fence, at least. Maybe we should've split up after all, Stacey thought, thinking longingly about the ten-minute wait the bouncer estimated. I bet it's been ten minutes by now, she thought, wondering if the bouncer would've been true to his word. But right now the top priority had to be helping Mark. He was slowing down, having trouble walking. She needed to go soon, certainly; but he needed to go now.
They turned a corner and made it two more blocks before Mark spotted two unassuming little bushes, barely more than waist height, at the corner where a portion of a closed flower shop jutted out from its parent building. (A flower shop? We really seem to have gone in exactly the wrong direction, Stacey thought with growing exasperation. It seemed as though the universe itself were actively conspiring against them on this night.) Was it enough cover? Under ordinary circumstances, Mark wouldn't have considered it. But desperate times... Maybe he could stand facing the shrubs, with a wall to his left and...
“Stand next to me,” his hurried voice had a tone of begging as he hastily contrived a plan to pee without being too obvious about it (although, his definition of “obvious” was quickly becoming more permissive). “I can't wait anymore,” he told her as he struggled to maneuver into position. A passerby gave a funny glance to his awkward motion, but didn't find him interesting enough to break stride.
“Pull out your phone—act like we're trying to sort something out,” was Mark's brilliant plan. It actually kind of worked, though. He unzipped; and the stream had started before he'd even fully withdrawn his penis from his pants. Stacey dutifully played alongl, gesturing at her cell phone as though they were reading a message while inwardly resenting him—she seriously needed to pee now. Men have it far too easy, her inner voice grumbled.
The flow kept rushing out for what seemed like an eternity. How much pee can he hold?, she couldn't help but wonder. Her bladder contracted at the mere thought of that much fluid inside someone. She nearly dropped her cell phone, forgetting the charade, as she jammed a hand into her crotch to try to stem the flood. It was torture to be mere inches from someone peeing furiously when she needed so badly to do the same. The sight and sound seemed to taunt her bladder to unleash its contents too. He made it look so simple. Annoyingly simple. But at the same time, one conclusion seemed inescapable: He'd needed it more. She needed it badly. But he'd needed it more. And while that didn't entirely allay her frustration, it did temper it a little.
When the stream finally abated (after what felt to Stacey like half an hour but was probably considerably less than that), Mark tucked his penis back inside his pants, zipped up his fly, and seemed to almost collapse with relief against the wall that hard guarded his left side while Stacey guarded his right. Mark was finally comfortable. The irony wasn't lost on Stacey. She'd passed up the nightclub bathroom to spare him the torture of just knowing that she got to go and he didn't; and he turned around and pissed a river right in front of her. But that river spoke volumes. He needed it more, she told herself as her bladder spasmed under its load. He held it as long as he could. God, thinking about how badly he'd needed to go was not helping her.
Alright, she'd been the dutiful girlfriend in time of need. Now it was her turn to have her needs addressed. She thought about pulling down her pants and letting go right there. An ideal solution, it was not. While the sidewalks were far from a mad hustle and bustle (Seriously, where the hell have we wandered off to?), there was still enough foot traffic that she didn't relish the idea of putting her hind end on display like that. Mark could try to block the view from one side, certainly, just as she'd done for him, but even if people couldn't see much it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what she was doing. Could she make it back that to that nightclub, hoping the bouncer would put her at the front of the line? Would she even be able to find her way back to that nightclub? They seemed not to be having a lot of navigational luck that evening.
God, she needed to pee. Those bushes were looking more inviting with each passing moment.
“Feeling better?,” she asked him, allowing herself one last moment of empathy.
He nodded, practically shaking with relief.
“Good, because now I seriously need to pee.” |
This is my second fiction story that I've written for this website. This time it revolves around Daenerys Targaryen from Game of Thrones/ A song of Ice and Fire. This takes place a few days after her wedding to Khal Drogo. I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think.
She sat upon the steed as it rocked gently back and forth. The city was now barely visible behind her and the buildings by the roadside were slowly becoming plainer,poorer and less frequent. The Summer sun shone down harsh and unforgiving and other than their band there was not a soul to be seen.
The Dothraki horde stretched for miles into the distance behind her. As the new Khaleesi she rode at the head with only Khal Drogo and his bloodriders before her. Her brother and Ser Jorah rode a few feet behind her, much to Visery’s anger. Her handmaidens Irri, Jhiqui and Doreah walked beside her.
Daenerys was dressed as a typical Dothraki women, she was wearing a roughspun tunic laced up the front and leather riding breeches. Her long silver hair was tied behind her in a braid similar to her new husband’s and it bounced lazily behind her with the movement of her horse. She was barefoot in the stirrups and as usual she wore no small clothes. That was never a problem when she wore silken dresses back in Pentos but the tunic itched her chest horribly and the breeches felt strange against her bare.
They had set out at dawn, leaving the city without ceremony while she was still half asleep. Although they had only been riding for a few hours she was already exhausted, she had never ridden for so long before and never in such heat. She had been drinking greedily from the water skin and was now beginning to pay the price for she felt a great need to make water.
Drogo was laughing happily up ahead of her and showed no intention to stop anytime soon.
She had felt the need for a while now and had done her best to ignore it, but being unable to cross her legs and her constant thirst were taking their toll. She knew she couldn't wait for much longer.
She leaned down and quietly whispered to Irri. “Do you think we're gonna stop soon?”
The handmaiden looked up at her with confused eyes, for a moment Dany didn't think she understood the common tongue but then she replied “Dothraki don't stop till the Khal say we stop”.
“ And when will that be?” She inquired further hoping it'll be soon.
“Not before moonrise, maybe later if Khal say so” Jhiqui butted in.
Dany’s eyes widened and she sat up straight in the saddle, it wasn't even noon yet. Her need only seemed to get worse with this revelation and she winced slightly.
This didn't escape her handmaidens.
“Is something the matter Khaleesi?” asked Doreah, who seemed to be fluent in the common tongue.
Dany saw no other choice but to tell her.
“We have to stop” she whispered bashfully “ I need to make water”.
Doreah nodded in understanding and rattled off a few words in Dothraki to translate to the other handmaidens.
“Ah, Khaleesi needs a piss” stated Irri far too loudly.
“Shhhh” Dany urged and darted her head backwards to see if Viserys heard, but her brother was engrossed in showing off his sword to a bored Ser Jorah and didn't seem to notice.
“There's nothing to be embarrassed about” assured Doreah “it’s perfectly normal considering how much you’ve drank”
Jhiqui nodded in agreement “We surprised Khaleesi didn't piss sooner”.
Dany felt her cheeks flush, they had obviously been expecting this. “So does this mean we can stop?”
“Oh no, Horde don't stop for Khaleesi’s bladder” Irri stated.
“Then what am I supposed to do?” Dany was getting worried now and her need was only getting worse, she’d start leaking soon she knew.
Doreah looked up at her with understanding. “There are over forty thousand Dothraki in the Horde, we all can't stop every time someone needs to urinate” she pointed forward to the Khal and his bloodriders. “Do you see the pouches by their saddles, they aren't full of water”
Dany gulped at this realisation but it did nothing to help her. “But I can't go in a pouch, I don't have a….spout”
“Yes, things are much more difficult for us women” Doreah agreed “ You’ll just have to go in the saddle I'm afraid”.
Dany’s eyes widened once again and she felt a small spurt leave her sex, she couldn't just go in the saddle, she went to protest but couldn't find the words.
Doreah tried to reassure her “It’s okay Khaleesi, all Dothraki women wet themselves at some stage”
“It is known” chimed Irri and Jhiqui in unison.
“Even you?” Dany asked shocked.
“Yes, even us” Doreah responded “ We aren't aloud to leave the Khaleesi’s side for any reason so we must go as we walk”
Dany was convinced that this had to be some sort of jape “Prove it, then”.
Doreah once again spoke to the others in Dothraki and they both giggled but Irri spoke up, “ I’ll go, Khaleesi”.
Dany was still sure that this was some sort of cruel joke until she noticed Irri sigh and seem to relax. To Dany’s astonishment she began to urinate while still walking. Her leather breeches grew slightly darker in her crotch and streams of yellow liquid appeared out of her pant cuffs halfway up her calves. It continued to flow down her legs and left wet footprints in the dirt behind her. After about twenty seconds she stopped going, her legs and feet were soaked and her breeches were stuck to her thighs, but she didn't seem to mind at all and looked up at Daenerys with a smile on her face as if expecting praise.
“T-thank you, Irri”, Dany stammered out, bewildered.
Irri beamed with gratitude and began gloating to Jhiqui in Dothraki.
Doreah looked back up at Dany “She, it's perfectly normal, no one even noticed”.
It was true, Viserys was continuing his boasting to a now sleeping Ser Jorah and no other Dothraki seemed to have taken notice.
Dany finally realised it was her only choice, her bladder was full to bursting and she felt that she leaked a bit more during Irri’s wetting. She checked once again to make sure her brother was oblivious and then leaned forward to rub the main of her horse “I’m sorry about this girl, but I got to go”.
She sat back in her saddle, closed her eyes and let go. Her bladder wasted no time in voiding herself and a steady stream began to flow out of her sex. She felt the warm liquid begin to fill the crevice between her lips in a manner that wasn't entirely unpleasant. The find silvery hair between her legs was promptly soaked and became heavy. The flow continued downwards and began to wet her buttocks which was numb from riding. Her liquid soaked her cheeks and rose up the crack between them, wetting her entire behind in the process. When her breeches couldn't hold anymore it began to flow down her legs and leak out into the saddle. The streams tickled as they made their way down her legs before dripping off her feet in tiny drops. She was surprised at how relaxing it felt and a slight moan escaped her lips. Her lower half felt as if it was immersed in one of the hot baths she loved so much. She was surprised to find that she actually enjoyed that.
Her wetting was far longer than Irri’s and lasted close to a minute. At the end she was left sitting in a warm puddle and her breeches were soaked. Her horse didn't seem to even notice what she had done and thankfully neither had her brother.
Her handmaidens were looking up at her expectantly, Irri was already mostly dry.
“Khaleesi feeling better?” Jhiqui asked.
Daenerys sighed contently, “Yes much better, thank you”. She was still sore from riding but she was happy to have finally gone, and felt quite relaxed as a result. At least there was something she found she enjoyed about Dothraki culture. |
"Duh, I haven't gone since I got here, and that rajma for dinner killed it. It was so spicy I drank a ton!" Sonakshi enunciated, crossing her legs melodramatically.
Ankita felt slightly relieved. Sure: nearly crapping your pants is embarrassing but less so if the only witness is crapping her pants too.
She gave a slight smile and went and sat on the bed next to Sonakshi. They began talking about unrelated things; this teacher, that teacher. Ankita even mentioned the wanking nun , recieving a hearty laugh from Sonakshi. They talked and talked on and on, speaking about everything other than the storm waiting to explode out of their asses. Discretely they'd keep checking the time as the clock ticked from 3:45 to 4:30 to 5:30.
By this point Ankita had mastered keeping her sphincter in check. Whenever a wave hit her she bent over slightly, pulled herself down onto the bed and took deep breaths. Despite this, the smell from her panties still slowly began to fill the room. Sonakshi snuck a few noticing glances at Ankita but passed no comment. Sonakshi wasn't doing to well either; though no motion made her bowel's needs apparent she kept crossing her legs and furtively pacing the room. On countless occasions Ankita thought Sonakshi had lost it and half expected to see a trickle of liquid run down her green tights. But no such leakage happenned. Though Sonakshi's spanties were soaked to the point they could be wrung out, no stream made itself shown.
The moment the clock hand reached 6, Sonakshi got up and said ,
"Chalo YAAR!, Mujhe bahut zaroorath toilet ko chaiye..." (come on, I need the toilet badly)
Needing no further encouragement, Ankita was quick behind her as they opened their room door and began to waddle off in the direction of the toilets.
Though neither of them had availed of the hostel toilets before, Sonakshi'd noticed the ladies signs before and knew just where to go to.
As they reached the bathroom, the frantic chatter of female voices told them perhaps they had'nt been the only ones to have a little midnight emergency. They turned the corner and found at least 4 girls, in different stages of desperation bouncing around in one giant rectangular room with tiles on the floor. Ankita scoured the place for the bathrooms before they realized that they were in it.
The room was divided into the laarge mirror and sink adorned area in which they stood and a tiny rectangular doorless extension with 3 squat toilets and a western-toilet, all without boundaries or walls.
2 of the squat toilets were occupied by two thin mallu girls with jeans crumpled around their knees, presumably sisters, voiding their bladders in unison into adjacent bowls. Meanwhile, a well-bodied dark girl was squatting over a shit-filled hole, adding rapidly to the pile.
Ankita noticed that the western toilet was free and in her desperation threw aside her notions of privacy and dignity a
s she began to quickly walk towards it. However, when she was no more than halfway there, a chubby tamilian girl Ankita recognized as Deeksha, tore through the line of girls and made a beeline to the one free hole.
"NO! WAIT!!", Ankita shouted, but Deeksha's bowels could not be reasoned with. She ran to the western toilet, right next to the younger of the peeing mallu sisters, and pulled down her patiala as she simultaneously held up her kurti with the other hand. As soon both were a safe distance away from the explosion, she plopped her dark ass down onto the toilet seat as it proceeded to noisily void itself. The sound of hot fresh shit plopping into cold water filled the room, echoing loudly. It even warranted a disgusted look from the peeing mallu girl who's bladder was now just about empty. She stood up, just 2 seconds after her sister, and pulled her jeans, complete with spotted green underwear back over her hairy crotch and walked away.
Ankita nearly began to cry as she turned to Sonakshi and groaned tearily,
"I can't go there..."
Sonakshi tried to comfort her but the pulsating of her bladder and the shouts of her bowels were too much to bear. She bounced in place,dampening her panties more every leaky second, and begged,
"Please Ankita, just go yaar! You'll feel better, I swear"
At that moment there was a breach in Ankita's defences. She felt her green panties begin to bulge as the contents of last night's rajma were expunged. She waddled over to the toilet ... and pulling down her purple patialas and green panties ... squatted.
The moment she was in that position, ass fully spread over the hungry steel bowl, her stretched sphincter could hold out no longer and gave up the fight, plopping log after splattery log in pile upon pile in the glowing basin.
Sonakshi had reached her toilet the same time Ankita had. Ankita was busy messing her brains out into the smelly commode on her right and a relaxed girl continued to add log after log to the growing pile to her left. Sonakshi deftly squatted between the two and tore her purple tights and defiled green panties down to her ankles as an arc of piss erupted from between her waxed dark lips. A gentle moan passed her lips as the first of the rajma began to work its way out of her in the form of a mammothian log. The log grew and grew, till it's bottom touched the base of the commode and it began to twirl. Still it grew. finally it broke off from Sonakshi and lay there perfect in shape. Still peeing, Sonakshi proceeded to finsh her shit.
After a good 2 minutes, Ankita was finished. She sighed in relief as a gentle stream of liquid trickled down her ass and into the bowl, sprinkling itself on the pile of excrement. She turned right to pick up the mug for washing and saw the ass of the messing Deeksha, directly on eye level. Elevated by the western toilet, Deeksha's flawless caramel ass was fully visible from the side even as it continued to unleash rageful showers into the bowl below.
Ankita splashed her ass with water, rubbing between her butt to get off any stuck particles. She was squatting awkwardly and wetting her patiala in the process but she couldn't care. She looked to her left and saw a half nude Sonakshi splashing water up her ass too.
They both went back up to the room. Sonakshi said she was going down for breakfast and invited Ankita along but the latter declined, saying she needed some sleep. The moment Sonakshi left, Ankita silently latched the door behind her and jumped under the blanket. She quickly wriggled out of her patiala pants and soiled underwear, tossing them both on the floor. Her wet pussy was still cold with the water of the mug but her vibrating fingers made quick work of that. They trembled from side to side, rocking her cunt with cosmic force. As she reached the top of the rollar coaster and her orgasm was just around the corner, the last though that went through her mind before she came was that of Sonakshi's green piss soaked panties dangling between her calves.
She could almost smell the piss from here. |
One day, around 8:30 in the morning, Ankita was emerging stealthily from her coveted bathroom stall having taken her morning dump.
The toilet was majestic, as always, and it looked eerily similar to:
While sneaking away she bumped into the hottest boy she'd ever seen. He was blonde and had blue eyes, he looked incredibly foreign. He was wearing a pale white T-shirt and denim jeans. He gave Ankita a quick smile and her heart tripped on itself. Lest she never see him again, she struck up a conversation with him, during which she discovered his name was Luke and he was the chancellor's grandson. He invited her out for a drink that evening and without a second though Ankita agreed. Her simple grey panties moistened between her lips at the prospect.
Ankita returned to class, and recounted all that had just happenned to Sonakshi who quietly gasped when she heard the name Luke. It seemed he was well known and admired by all the girls. Sonakshi demanded she come along as well and eventually Ankita accepted.
That evening Sonakshi donned a loose black patiala and a metal T-shirt with a nose stud. She looked like the perfect tomboy.
Ankita on the other hand, adopted a more traditional approach. She wore a pale green pair of loose salwar and a tight grey top.
At 7 they were picked up by Luke who drove them to the outskirts of the city to a shady pub called 'L'Anguinal Subramanium'.
As they entered Luke flagged a waiter and ordered 3 pitchers and a Chilli Chicken. As they sat and drank, they ate more and more, till 6 to 7 empty plates lay scattered around the table. Still they drank.
A drunk Sonakshi twirled her hair playfully and was hitting on Luke.
"So, Luke, how is the college?"
"Good, Good"
"What do you think of the infrastructure: the buildings, the bathrooms, the classrooms..."
"The bathrooms are disgusting!", Luke laughed out loud,
"They don't even have a toilet, just a tiny hole in the ground. I can't squat!!", he burst out laughing.
Sonakshi joined in the laughter quickly but soon returned to her own well-thought out line of questioning.
"So then tell me Luke.." , she twirled her hair playfully, "How do you go if you can't ... squat??" She giggled cutely.
Ankita thought that her roomate was acting weird but strangely enough, she didn't say anything, as she also wanted to hear Luke say something. anything. To admit he shat and voided his bowels like us.
Luke whispered,
"The trick is...." , both the girls leaned in
"The trick is that I don't", he began laughing again.
Though both Ankita and Sonakshi knew far too well what he meant, they put on quizzical faces and acted as if they didn't understand. They were growing damper every second. Sonakshi's panties were a marshland by this point. Even still she managed to moan out a ,
"What do you mean, you don't?"
It seemed as though Luke genuinely thought these girls had no clue so he elaborated it. He explained simply how , ever since he had arrived a week back, he had defecated only once in the airport upon arrival. Since then he'd cut off contact with his sphincter.
The girls looked at him with mock wonder and proceeded to ask him more and more questions.
"Umm.. then", asked Ankita innocently, "Don't you really have to go?"
Luke smiled sweetly,
"Not really, in fact hardly at all"
Sonakshi chimed in,
"Well, Luke; have you ever seen anyone using a squat toilet?? Like I mean, do you know how to use one?"
This question was weird. Even by foreign Luke standards. Still he looked at them and with a fixed eye contact that melted their pussies, he answered.
"I have seen, but I do not know how. In this college there are only girl's toilets. I've been told I can use them, but more than once when I've entered I've seen 2 - 3 girls squatting all along the floor in these little steel holes and there's only one western proper toilet. So, I see, but I don't know how".
Sonakshi felt as if she'd cum right then and there. She was gently gyrating her hips on the seat, driving her mushy crotch into the fabric of the seat and rubbing it on it. Ankita looked as though she was equally short of breath.
After another hour of equally weird conversation, yet more food, and everyone trying to finish their pitcher without passing out, everyone was very very drunk.
Sonakshi burped and bellowed out to Luke,
"Hey, how do you go so long without messing yaar! You're fine after a week but I'm bursting and I've just gone this morning!"
Luke gave a drunken laugh but quickly got a sober face as he said,
"Naah, actually I'm gonna try find a toilet here. That food's not sitting with me well..."
With that he got up and went and talked to the nearest waiter who pointed him round back.
A drunk Ankita moaned,
"What does he mean by food not sitting well ya?"
Sonakshi chuckled and replied,
"Woh mutlub woh itne bada shit toh chaiye (it means he needs to take a big shit!)"
Ankita and Sonakshi chuckled together for a few seconds before a distraught Luke returned,
"No toilets?", Sonakshi asked.
"No, just holes", said Luke.
Sonakshi grimaced at the word.
20 minutes later and they were loading back into the car. Their stomachs full, their bellies filled with beer. A driver drove them back as Luke sat nervously with them in the back seat. When they reached the main college, the security let them in instantly upon seeing Luke. He drove them down till he was right outside their block. It wouldn't take an expert to see that something was wrong with Luke. He looked rather pale and was sweating, not to mention looking visibly uncomfortable. He dropped them off hastily and, wishing them both, sped off in the car.
"What was the deal with him??", asked Sonakshi as she stood in the silence outside the block.
"Dunno", replied Ankita, "If you ask me though, it looked as if that week-old shit's gonna be born soon", and giggled.
Sonakshi giggled in accord as both stood there in the freezing night.
Ankita broke the silence,
"Hey, wait here no, I'll pee and come back."
This was met with a loud curse from Sonakshi,
"Ey Chutiya! Mujhe bhee toilet chaiye (I also need). "
"We both haven't gone since we left the college no? Like 3 litres of beer ago"
Sonakshi stood squirming, thinking for a moment before nodding her head in agreement.
"Yeah I guess.."
They both walked alongside the block till they reached the 'staff only' toilet. As Sonakshi reached out for the handle however, Ankita barred her path.
"Pleasse yaar!!", Ankita moaned, "I need to pee so bad. Itne urgent mera toilet karna hai!"
Sonakshi wasn't moved,
"Wait yaar, I need to go too. I know you can wait, but really I can't, Woh khana acha nai tha ( that food wasn't good)", she said, rubbing her stomach.
Ankita refused to budge an inch, squatting and standing, jumping in place and rubbing the top of her thighs frantically. She began to feel a small wet patch growing. And it wasn't because of Luke.
All of a sudden Sonakshi's concentration wavered. She relaxed her tired sphincter muscles for just a moment, only to feel a solid unstoppable log slowly emerging from her. She tried to clench frantically, but to no avail. Her muscles were pointless right now. So she resorted to the universal last measure defense; she crossed her legs very tight and squeezed her butt cheeks together as tightly as possible.
Sonakshi cracked,
"Acha, aao under me mera saath (okay, come in with me)"
Ankita needed no further prompting and ran into the stall unimpeded. Sonakshi waded behind, hobbling awkwardly as she still strained to clench her motion back.
Ankita was determined not to let this evolve into yet another embarrassing toilet episode as they had suffered in the hostel toilet. She hoped to make it out of this with her dignity and her trust in her bladder intact. She ran towards the toilet, and reached as Sonakshi was still just hobbling in.
Ankita flicked her kurti up to beneath her chin where she held it in place as she tore down her still-intact green patiala and fell whilst bursting, onto the welcoming seat. Her worry, her anxiousness, her concerns all melted peacefully away, dissolved in her gushing pee stream. It struck the bowl with a strong noise, similar to that of a spray on a tiled floor. Instantly the room began to smell, not bad, but strongly, of a mix of urine and sweaty pubic hair.
Sonakshi cried as she stumbled into the bathroom. She slammed the bathroom door shut behind her and frantically waddled over to Ankita, all the while keeping a hand on her ass, as if checking for any leakage. Sonakshi stood over Ankita shouting, almost in tears, legs tightly crossed and a smelly hand on her butt. But Ankita was too busy shooting her pressurized bladder all over the toilet bowl to care.
While Ankita was still in the middle of her stream, a loud fidgeting sound came from the door, the sound it makes as someone presses the lock to open it.
Someone was entering the bathroom!!
Sonakshi panicked and looked as if she were going to faint. In those crucial seconds, Ankita's presence of mind saved them both.
Unable to stop her forceful stream completely, Ankita shut it off the best she could, jumped to her feet and yanked up her patiala, not caring about the droplets of pee running down her soft brown thigh. She swung open the cabinet door, and shoving the cleaning equipment to one side, swung open the fake side. She pulled a shocked Sonakshi inside, shut the cupboard door and, swinging herself into the hidden section, slammed that too behind her.
The box seemed much bigger when Ankita alone entered it. Now, here with Sonakshi, they are very cramped and unable to move, in practically any direction. Sonakshi's hands were pinned on Ankita's waist and one of Ankita's hands ended up awkwardly caught between their crotches.
Ignoring the trembling of Sonakshi's bladder on her hand, Ankita looked out of the view slot, to see Luke, struggling frantically to unbutton his jeans. Luke was groaning as he bent over and struggled to remove his jeans. His legs were tightly crossed and he moaned painfully intermittently. Ankita looked on, scared to blink should this disappear. Finally he appeared to get the better of the jeans and yanked them down, midway down his ass. Even at this level, the messy brown stains were clearly visible to Ankita who gasped at the realization.
Luke had just crapped all over his pants.
Ankita felt Sonakshi tremble, jiggling her legs slightly as she whimpered. Ankita responded with a disdainful sshh!
Finally, Luke had managed to pull his tight jeans down till his upper thighs. The moment the jeans are down a log shoots out and by a fluke landed in the toilet bowl. He collapsed upon the seat, his semi-hairy dick gushing piss freely over the rim as he splattered the bowl with his stomach's woes.
Sonakshi whimpered again, then gasped quite loudly. Her body stiffened as she shot back, into the wall of the fake chamber. She looked shocked. Ankita turned and reached out behind Sonakshi to give her a hug. As one of her hands touched Sonakshi's butt however, they felt a messy deposit.
Sonakshi had finally lost control. Her log had squeezed between her cheeks and soiled her patiala. Her kajol was smudged with tears and perspiration. She jerked involuntarily as she voided her bowels and subsequently her bladder into her black patiala.
Ankita's eyes widened with realization of Sonakshi's accident. When Sonakshi had jumped back, Ankita had had room to move both her hands into the gap between the two. Now her right hand dangled idly by her itching dripping pussy. Ankita peeked out of the slot again and saw Luke, still spraying shit, massage his cock; rubbing it gently and squeezing it till it grew into a towering beast that his hands rode on.
That sight. The sight of Luke, the dignified, hot, dreamy Luke, messing uncontrollably while jerking off was too much for her. It gave her the balls to make a decision she'd been contemplating for a long time.
In a deft fluid motion, Ankita flicked open the elastic of her patiala with her left hand as her right hand went in. Owing to the darkness of the trap room, no one could tell. Ankita's hand strayed down, down till it met her damp grey panties. She slid her fingers under the panties. She slid her fingers over her cum-soaked clit, throbbing and giant.
With her free hand she reached out to Sonakshi's inner thigh. Sure enough, wherever she touched, Sonakshi's patiala was soiled. Her bowels had been emptied and her bladder was in it's final stages of relief. Ankita felt the slight trickle of more urine flow over her fingers.
And she rubs her clit faster
Glancing out the view panel, Ankita sees Luke, face contorted, muscles tensed, hand pummelling his dick as he drove ever closer to shooting his sperm all over this bathroom.
Ankita rubbed her clit faster
and faster
and faster
Her free hand finally found its way up to the joining of Sonakshi's legs; her garden of juice. She gave it a tight squeeze, massaging it's gooey warmth deeper still into Sonakshi's clit. Sonakshi didn't say a word.
As Ankita flicks her fingers over her glistening cunt under her green patiala, she glances out at Luke, in an odd sitting/standing position, spraying his cum into the shitty toilet bowl. She reaches her hand further back and squeezes Sonakshi so deeply that Ankita's fingers sink into Sonakshi's shit-filled trevices near her ass, closest to the blast site.
And she cums.
Biting her tongue, she rides across the universe on the magic carpet of her magical fingers. Her grip tightens momentarily on Sonakshi's crotch only to weakly peel off a minute later as she returns to normality.
Within a minute, Luke finished. He wiped his ass and left, leaving a tornado-worthy debris in his wake. After he left, Sonakshi and I silently came out of our hiding place. I stood near the toilet as Sonakshi peeled her patiala off and tried to spray entire logs of watery shit off of it. It did more harm than it did good. A pantiless Sonakshi in her white rock t-shirt stood near a shit-filled kurti, her pubic hair looking beautiful on her caramel skin.
Eventually she had to slide back into her cold slimy patiala and rough it out back upstairs till the room. The moment we reached, she stepped out of her patiala, kicked it behind the door, and walked to a bed and passed out. Ankita slid out of her cum-soaked panties and threw them on the pile before going to bed.
All that's left, is a pair of gooey panties and a shit filled patiala, bundled near the door of the room 404 of the hostel. |
This will be the final chapter in this series. Enjoy !
The first floor hall was filled with worried girls, many of whom still didn't know of the flooding. As the news spread, more and more girls from the 4 floors of the hostel, flocked to see if it was true, crowding the hall further still.
Probably the only two who were appreciative of the flooding were Ankita and Sonakshi; coincidentally, this would give them more time to persuade the nun not to have them expelled. The nun who'd been dragging them was caught in an awkward fix. She soon let go of their hands and went off in search of the other nuns. Word of the flood spread quick and fast. The nun came from room to room, telling all the students to assemble on the roof of the hostel.
Ankita turned to Sonakshi.
"The roof of the hostel? Isn't that normally locked?"
Sonakshi replied ,
"It is but Deeksha told me that the nun got the keys from the security guard this afternoon, before the flood.
Within 10 minutes, all the girls from the hostel stood atop the roof. There were many easily recognizable faces, and many more that were not. To many students' surprise, the only nun or member of staff present was the nun who'd been harassing Ankita; her name was Monisha, Sonakshi had told her.
Monisha, the nun, stood in front of the girls and with much shouting, brought their shouting down. She began to speak.
"Silence! Now listen everyone, don't worry. We have enough supplies and fresh water; the pantry is on the 3rd floor in the staff quarters. I will select a few of you who know how to cook to help me prepare the evening meal. I know many of you are worried, but don't be. Everything is okay."
Having calmed the girls down, Monisha began to pick some of the girls who had raised their hands, to help her cook. Sonakshi and Ankita turned to leave and walked down the stairs.
For the next two hours the girls sat in their room, made phone calls (to no avail, the lines were cut), and chatted aimlessly. Somehow the topic of the nun, Monisha, came up.
"What do we do about Monisha yaar??", Sonakshi moaned, "She'll kill us for sure if we all get out of this. I can't get expelled!!"
Ankita sat silently, thinking about it for a while. Suddenly she jumped, struck by an idea.
"I know! Why don't we use the time stuck in here to convince her we're not so bad after all?!"
Sonakshi struck her head, "That's a fucking stupid idea ya, but it's the best we got."
And so Ankita and Sonakshi started to contribute, going around the hostel, consoling hysterical girls, helping with the cooking and more.
As they were doing this, they noticed a peculiar phenomenon. The girls from the ground floor had come up to the first floor owing to their rooms being flooded. As a result of this, there were too many girls for the number of rooms. Ankita and Sonakshi quickly volunteered their room for some of the girls. They told this to Monisha who seemed genuinely impressed. She gave them the keys to the storage room and told them to bring some matresses up to the roof for themselves.
By the time this was completed, dinner was ready and the girls gathered in the 3rd floor hall for the meal. As the meal was eaten, Sonakshi noticed a strange occurance; there were a lot of girls whispering furtively, bouncing their legs, and occasionally going and whispering something to Monisha. Monisha always responded with a curt shake of her head and a soft scold as the girl would return to her seat.
Sonakshi pointed this out to Ankita who had noticed it too. The lack of toilets was finally making its presence felt. Dinner was completed and the girls, many with full bladders, returned unhappy to their rooms. Ankita and Sonakshi climbed up to the roof, and , in the cool night air, decided to have a smoke.
As Ankita lit up their cigarettes they turned and surveyed the flooded land below. The vast majority of their campus lay underwater. Ankita breathed out her smoke into the chilly night air as Sonakshi said thoughtfully,
"How long do you think it'll take for help to come?"
Ankita shook her head. She didn't know any better than anyone else.
Halfway through their second cigarette, a sudden cramp hit Ankita like a wave. Her bowels stirred to life and she cursed out loud.
"Fuck!"
Sonakshi turned to her in question, but seeing her hand clutching her stomach, knew what the problem was and began to laugh. Ankita swore again, and, with legs tightly crossed, told Sonakshi not to laugh.
In Ankita's mind there was no question. She would not shit on the floor, or anywhere else for that matter. She could wait it out. She knew she could.
Instantly the ciggarette smoke dashed her resoloution, she felt her bowels cramp further still and she double over, forced to clench her tight blue jean covered ass. Glancing to her left, she saw Sonakshi showing signs of the same discomfort. Their eyes met and they knew that this was a big big problem. A very big problem.
At that moment the roof door swung open. Startled, both the girls flung their cigarettes off the roof. The door closed to reveal a thin young girl running towards the side of the roof. Before Ankita could shout out to her, the girl deftly pulled up her long nightie and squatted, knees far apart. A very loud gushing reached the girls' ears.
"Hey!" Sonakshi shouted.
The girl frantically looked up, and scared, jumped to her feet and dashed back towards the door. Ankita heard a loud splashing sound before the girl reached the door and guessed that she hadn't been able to cut her stream completely. She was jolted out of her thoughts by a slight gasp from Sonakshi and an acute cramp in her lower stomach.
"Damn those cigarettes", Sonakshi croaked.
Ankita instantly felt extremely desperate. This had happenned so suddenly she hadn't had time to fully process it. But now she had. She needed to go immediately; her bowels didn't have her sense of shame.
Sonakshi jerked and began to walk quickly away. As she passed Ankita she whispered,
"Keep a watch out for me yaar. Thanks a lot."
Ankita stood, legs tightly crossed and pressing her ass against the wall for almost a minute. Hearing no reply from Sonakshi, Ankita turned and walked in the direction that Sonakshi had vanished in. She had barely walked a couple of steps when she chanced upon a small corridor, cutting into the wall, devoid of curtain or door. In the back, there were a couple of jagged stones placed around a large hole. This was obviously a servant's toilet of sorts.
Over the gaping hole squatted a relieved Sonakshi, her legs completely bare, revealing her milky thighs. Her kurti pants lay crumpled by the side. She'd probably removed them for manoeuvrability, thought Ankita. Sonakshi crouched, hunched in the corner, her ass against the wall and her face towards Ankita. She quickly noticed Ankita and, with mock outrage shouted,
"Ey!! Go yaar, chod do mujhe (leave me yaar! Let me shit in peace)"
Another powerful cramp made Ankita's insides feel like water, gushing around looking for escape. She replied to Sonakshi,
"This is serious, I need to go NOW. How long will you take??"
Despite the fact that Sonakshi was squatting, her ass was held higher than normal above the bowl, probably to avoid the disgusting horrors inside the unclean bowl. As Ankita was finishing her question, she noticed a long brown serpentine log snaking down between Sonakshi's legs. It hit the bottom of the bowl with a soft 'splush', and Sonakshi, visibly relieved answered,
"A while."
A small wetness on the back of Ankita's underwear told her that she didin't have ' A while '. She quickly made a decision and rushed towards the bowl where Sonakshi was forcing out another log. Anktia desperately unbuttoned her pants and within a second yanked them down, along with her semi-soiled pink cotton panties.
Before her ass was even fully extended away from her body, a large log forced itself free, dropping between her feet, right outside the toilet. Ankita quickly squatted and her bowels shot their contents into the bowl. Sonakshi was both shocked and mortified. She was less than a foot away from Ankita, and they were.... they were both going. Sonakshi was hunched over near the wall, at the back of the hole, whereas Ankita had squatted with her ass towards her, right in front of the bowl. From this angle, Sonakshi watched in taboo awe as another log was squeezed out of her.
Sonakshi was confused. A strange emotion seemed to be rising up. She was by no means an innocent girl, having had sundry sexual encounters before with multiple men, but this feeling ... this feeling was something different entirely. She felt increasingly aware of the throbbing wetness under the hair between her legs.
A weak stream of piss flew out from between Ankita's legs and she attempted to duck-walk backwards, towards Sonakshi, as her stream was falling outside of the toilet, dampening the dry rocks. By accident. Ankita's lower back / ass bumped into the gap between Sonakshi's widely spread legs.
This was more than enough for Sonakshi to throw aside her hold-ups. She slowly began to close her legs, enveloping the squatting figure of Ankita inside their wetness. While cuddling her like this, her right hand sneakily snuck out over Ankita's right thigh and placed itself on her still wetting cunt. The warm wetness drove Sonakshi insane as she gently rubbed from top to bottom, while her fingers ran from side to side at vibrator like speed. Ankita doubled over in her squat, rocked by waves of pleasure. She drove one hand between the gap of her own legs so that it came up right between Sonakshi's. Sonakshi sat up in astonishment as Ankita's fingers instantly found the spot.
Within a matter of minutes, Ankita nearly collapsed, gasping loudly, as a powerful orgasm rocked her thin figure. Seeing Ankita, Sonakshi followed suit within a minute.
Both quietly withdrew their hands and reached out to the water bottle they'd carried. They splashed their asses and rubbed it down, then rinsing their hands, stood up to leave. In their wake, a hole full of shit and two dripping wet pussies were all that remained.
The next morning, as the sun rose up, Sonakshi woke up and walked around the roof. Stretching her limbs in the crisp morning air, she felt incredibly good.
As she turned the corner, she saw a young dark chubby girl with flowers in her hair, hunched in a corner of the roof. A stream of darkness of the pale white roof, ran away from her and towards Sonakshi. Rather than saying anything, Sonakshi watched quietly as the girl finished her no doubt urgent pee, and returned guiltily to the stair case, leaving a small puddle and a stream.
Sonakshi returned and woke Ankita up who greeted her with a smile. They got up quickly and began talking about random things, nothing related to the intense orgasms the night before. The topic of bathrooms was first brought up by a guilty Sonakshi who hinted,
"Hey.. Ankita, do you think we ought to tell the other girls about the toilet up here??"
Ankita looked curious,
"Why?"
Sonakshi responded, "Well, obviously the girls down there must be bursting! I just saw one wetting in the corner now!"
The full light of the situation dawned on Ankita but she still shook her head. She justified herself,
"Sonakshi, I've been thinking. There's no toilets right? None except this, that nobody knows about. Remember Monisha?"
The genius of Ankita's plan dawned on Sonakhi. Ankita continued,
"If we hold on just a little bit longer, Monisha will definitely have an accident. And as long as we're there when it happens, she can't report us to the principal. We'll be out of trouble! Then everyone who's been able to hold on can go to the toilet, we'll tell them where it is."
"And the others?" Sonakshi inquired.
Ankita looked serious yet determined. "Collateral Damage."
The two girls set off downstairs, locking the roof behind them lest anyone try to get easy relief. They were determined to hold out against Monisha, however long it may take. As the girls reached the dining hall, they realized that they wouldn't have to wait long.
The dining hall was a swarm of desperate girls, picking at their food unintrested. Far more worried about the sharp contracting pains in their stomachs. Ankita scanned the dining hall and found Monisha sitting tightly on a chair in the corner, her legs securely crossed. Unlike the other girls who had long since changed into more comfortable attire, Monisha sat uncomfortable on the chair in her same brown nun dress, rocking back and forth.
Ankita nudged Sonakshi and pointed at Monisha. Sonakshi noticed it too and commented,
"She won't last long", to which Ankita nodded in agreement.
The moment the meal finished, Monisha forced herself to stand up and between shaking legs, told everyone to assemble in the 2nd floor chapel for mass. The room groaned collectively but was instantly silenced by the nun's angry glares.
The chapel was an awkward sight. Girls sat, pressing their asses into the seats with force, visibly straining to keep their dinner out of their panties. Ankita looked on with a sadistic hint of glee but Sonakshi didn't feel the same way. Remembering the humiliation and pain of messing herself, Sonakshi felt incredibly guilty to be forcing it on others. Yet she knew it was the only way.
Monisha waddled onto the stage, still wearing the same enduring dress. She stood behind the podium and began to speak. Despite covering her body, the podium did little to hidee the distraught desperate expressions that plastered her face. Her continuous bouncing was also easily noticed. She began to tell the tale of Noah.
"...And as the waves climbed higher and higher, they threatened to wash away ..... "
A loud wet fart cut thorough the stillness of the chapel. Towards the back, a girl that Sonakshi recognized as one of the dark mallu twins, began a slow yet loud cry. Her face was crumpled in concentration melting into tears . . . and piss. The girls sitting next to her began to whisper and move away as her cry grew louder and a dripping puddle pooled beneath her soaked green skirt. Her cry cut away into a sob as her sister came and helped her to her feet as she waddled out of the room.
Sonakshi was wrecked. She felt horrible for having allowed this to happen. Without any though or sub-motives she shouted,
" Hey! Come Come! We found a servant toilet on the roof!!"
The moment Sonakshi said the word 'toilet' , everyone in the hall turned to look at her. Even those who didn't appear externally desperate betrayed their poker-faces with the eagerness with which they turned. In a matter of seconds, the chapel was emptied out as the girls fled like an avalanche. At the back of the mass, Sonakshi caught the eye of a running Monisha, urgently trying to keep up with the horde.
Ankita had ran ahead the moment that she realized Sonakshi had deviated from the plan, and unlocked the roof door, lest a massive stairway mess be blamed on her. The first one up the stairs was Deeksha, carrrying a large water bottle in one hand. Ankita quickly pointed her in the direction of the toilet. Deeksha ran down the corridor and upon seeing the hole, didn't look taken aback in the slightest. She slid down her baggy jeans carelessly, so they were around her ankles, and squatted right over the centre of the hole.
The horde of other girls were soon upon them .They all gathered around the entrence to the corridor, watching Deeksha splatter her shit into the overflowing hole. The girls were unsure of what to do, they just stood there shaking, as if waiting their turns. The whole thing went to shit when a crying Punjabi girl came sobbing, cutting through the gathered mass as a splashing torrent of piss ran down her left leg. She tore off her pink tights and squatted on the patch of roof in front of Deeksha.
The moment the Punjabi girl's piss hit the cement the rest of the girls lost their inhibitions. One rushed into the corridor and then another and then another. Ankita had to run to get out of the corridor which was now crowded with 8 to 9 squatting girls, all in various stages of relief. A loud splatter of liquid tatti on the roof assured Ankita of the nature of their urgency.
As she escaped the group of girls she came face to face with a panting Monisha. She was red-faced and clutching her ass with one hand as she tried to push Ankita aside with the other. Upon seeing the horde of desperate girls squatting in and around the corridor she turned in shock and anguish to Ankita.
She jammed her free hand between her thighs and moved her hips from side to side. She was obviously in her final stage.
Sonakshi ran up the stairs and, seeing the Monisha, so dangerously close to a full-blown accident, knew that she'd done the right thing.
The nun's face suddenly cringed as a soft whimper of a cry broke through her taut lips. As her hand's grip on her crotch relaxed the girls looked downwards, towards the growing pool of urine. Lines of piss appeared on her dress and were concentrated on the crotch, the area where she'd been pressing.
A loud plop cause Sonakshi's eyes to widen aghast. A full length log, about 6 inches or so, fell with a splat between the nun 's legs. It was instantly drenched in the torrential downpour of piss that she continued to spray.
Ankita gave a smirk,
"I'd always wondered if nuns wore panties.."
Another log plopped out of an embaressed and soiled Monisha, staining her feet as it fell.
"I guess that's my answer. "
A victorious Ankita and Sonakshi turned away from the nun soiling herself, away from the 10 girls pooping on the roof floor, and holding hands, vanished into the hostel.
Their plan was complete |
This fic is based on the Pokemon XY Anime and it takes place after XY090 "A Performance Pop Quiz!".
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“Alright, Shauna, Tierno, and Trevor.” Nurse Joy smiled. Her assistant, Wigglytuff, zoomed past her with all of the three’s Pokemon. “Today’s quite a busy day. It might be an hour or even two until they are all fully healed. But don’t worry. Couriway Town is filled with many sights to see. I bet you’ll get yourselves lost in them and the next thing you know it, a few hours have passed.”
Shauna sighed, forcing herself to put on a fake smile for the nurse. She then nodded. “Yes. Thank you, Nurse Joy. We’ll be back before you can say ‘Team Rocket’.” All she really wanted right now was relief. After saying goodbye to Ash and his friends hours before, Shauna had went with Tierno to go to Couriway Town, along the way, she had gotten quite dehydrated and began to drink half of their juice box supply before bumping into Trevor: at that point, she snatched his water bottle and drank it to the last drop, stunning her friends. She didn’t care about what was going to happen to her now that she was quenched. She could be bursting and she wouldn’t have a care in the world.
Right now, Shauna hated her self for thinking that. She squeezed her legs together in an effort to make the terrible pressure below her abdomen go away, and took a few deep breaths. In and out. In and out. The bathroom was just a couple of feet away. The only thing she needed to do was walk there, and... before she even lifted a foot, Trevor grabbed her by the arm, surprising her. “Come on, Shauna! I heard there’s a cave around here! A cave where there are Pokemon like Sandslash and Graveler and Pupitar and...well, just come with us! I can spend all day there, observing the textural differences of a pangolin’s obstructive appendage such as Sandslash spine...”
“What?” was Shauna’s reply, confused at what her friend had just said, as well as agitated at the fact she was headed somewhere against her will. “Well, can’t I go to the restroom first?” Trevor gave a small chuckle. He began to run faster as they zoomed outside the Pokémon Center and eventually the outskirts of Couriway Town, forcing Shauna to keep up with his immoral pace. Tierno’s shouts of “hey, wait for me!” a few yards down were apparently ignored as the young photographer began to explain. “I was just kidding about the spending all day there part. We’ll just find the cave, take a few pictures, and leave. You don’t have to pee that bad, right?”
Shauna winced at his last sentence. Her bladder didn’t feel very full, now that she thought about it. “I don’t. At least, I don’t think so. But if you say just a few pictures...I guess I’ll be fine.”
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“No WAY!” yelled Tierno. “You’re serious? We’re LOST?”
“I’m sorry!” cried out Trevor. “I wasn’t really paying attention to my surroundings, the guy who told me there was a cave near Couriway said I just had to go west, and then when I saw a bunch of trees, and then an empty mineshaft, I was supposed to go south...or was it east and then north? Oh, no. I’m sorry, you guys. I shouldn’t have dragged you two into this.”
Shauna groaned as she tuned out Trevor’s apologies and Tierno’s freaking out. Not only were they lost in some terrible, rocky mountainous place without any Pokemon, but her bladder was on the verge of bursting. A few leaks had already escaped from her beforehand, and as much as they provided temporary relief, they also provided the terrible urge to release more. She hoped her friends wouldn’t notice her slightly damp shorts. They were much too busy fretting over other things. Her legs were crossed tightly, passing it off as just an idle pose, hoping it would aid in the quickly-losing battle between her and her bladder. But it quickly proved fruitless as she widened her eyes. A wave of pain came over her bladder, forcing her to jam her hands between her legs.
“You guys,” Shauna whined, “I kinda have to,” her voice trailed off as Trevor gasped.
“Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh noI can’t believe it! I’m so so sorry! I sincerely forgot you really had to go. Look, the only thing I can tell you now is - is... hang on. Please. We’ll... we’ll get out of here, I promise.”
Shauna took a pained breath. She wasn’t sure if she even had the strength to hang on anymore. She was really grateful that Trevor was now creating a diversion. He was asking Tierno if they could possibly find any pathway that led to one of the routes back to Couriway Town, at least they weren’t going to see her evergrowing desperation.
She jammed her hands between her legs even harder in an attempt to alleviate the pressure somehow, but an intense wave of pain came over her bladder. Her eyes widened as she realized what was going to inevitably happen.
A stream of hot urine immediately came right out of Shauna. She blushed and felt embarrassed. A wet spot appeared in the center of her shorts, and in spite of her attempts to control her leaking, the spot slowly got bigger as piss was trickling down her shorts, and she tried to stop herself from making any noise. After she felt her bladder was empty, tears had welled up in her eyes, some sliding down her cheeks. Not only were her shorts drenched and turned a shade of navy blue, but she was now standing in a rather large pale-yellowish puddle.
The two boys had finally turned around, with Trevor exclaiming, “Hey, I think I can see Couriway Town over there.” Only to be greeted by Shauna silently crying at her accident. “Shauna?” Tierno implored. “You wet yourself, didn't you?” The normally energetic girl nodded shakily. “I’m sorry, Tierno. I mean, I couldn't hold it and, I know you told me to hang on, Trevor, but I couldn't. I’m worthless, huh? A girl full well past her potty training years couldn’t hold her own for one day, and look what happened. An accident.”
Trevor smiled at this. “Shauna, it’s okay. If it makes you feel any better, I was a bedwetter up until a few years ago. And, well,” the dancer nodded at Trevor after realizing he was looking at him uncertainly. “Tierno used to wet the bed as well. We will never think you’re worthless because of a silly accident.”
“Yeah,” agreed the other boy, “we’re not gonna tell anyone or nothin’, Shaunee. What just happened right now is something that’s going to be kept a secret!”
Shauna sighed in relief, at least they were understanding about it. “Now, come on, you guys.” said her photographer friend, “we’ve gotta get to Couriway’s Pokemon Center. I have a feeling they’re healed by now, and Shauna needs to change her clothes anyways, the cave is going to have to wait.” The other two assented, and they all made their way back to Couriway Town, feeling a bit more prideful.
At least when I happen to have an accident from now on, thought Shauna as she grinned, I don’t have to worry about being humiliated. |
So I actually got a fanfiction.net account and made a pokemon story starring that Zapp fella from my pokemon super mystery dungeon story (except in his human life). I made a bit of progress and got this idea I was stalling all week. I decided I would do the story now and get it over with.
NOTE: I did not rip off Alexxx's pokespeak from his own stories, this is a simple metal disc- looking device put on a pokemon to allow trainers wearing the device to understand their pokemon. So if I stole anything other than the concept of communication with pokemon than sorry Alexxx and blame my ignorance.
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Hey guys, Zapp here. You probably know me as that Pikachu kid from the last time we met. Actually, i'm still a pikachu, but in the human world. Alright, i'll tell you what happened, but it's a long story so you might want to get comfy.
So I was in the forest, in an old abandoned house in the middle of nowhere. It was the place I went with my pokemon to get some peace and quiet from wild pokemon trying to bite our limbs off and trainers who want our money. Anyways there were five pokemon on the couch (myself included). I was with Buizel, Snivy, Quilava, Zorua, and of course I was a pikachu, everyone with one of professor Oak's devices. Quilava, Buizel, and Zorua weren't wearing anything extra, but Snivy had a scarf and I still had my parka and fingerless gloves on.
Buizel: hey kid, how come you haven't changed back into a human?
me: oh, the pokestone is recharging. I can't use any stones without it, But hey, i'm not complaining. I actually kind of enjoy being a pikachu.
Things were going pretty smooth for us. We were watching TV and had everything we needed in the kitchen. Time and time again one of us would go to the kitchen, gulp something down, and come back. It was about two hours before we started realizing our situation.
Zorua got off the couch and went down the hallway, which I didn't really understand until she came back.
me: where were you going?
Zorua: I went to the bathroom, but I'm too short to reach the handle, so I came back.
me: maybe I can try to open the door.
I got off the couch and went over to the bathroom door. Once I was there I just remembered my little problem.
me: oh yeah, i'm a pikachu, which means i'm too short to reach the- right...
I could feel a lot of pressure building up on my own bladder, and the fact that my human form was the only thing that could reach the doorknob just made it worse.
*Snivy's POV*
I was fast asleep on the couch for about an hour. I woke up soon after from a sting coming from under my stomach.
me: jeez, how much did I drink before I dozed off? Agh, well I hope the bathroom door's open.
I went to the bathroom from the kitchen, hoping Zapp was there. He always had a good plan, but he wasn't there. I got to the bathroom door seeing it was shut. And considering I'm the same height as Zapp's current form I couldn't reach the handle either. So I just stood there, squirming. I don't think Zapp or Zorua noticed me until they turned around.
Zapp: ok, umm... maybe we could... argh! I can't think on this much pressure! Oh, Snivy! how long were you standing there?
me: long enough to know we have the same problem. I have to go as bad as you do.
Then Buizel came in, putting a hand at his crotch.
Buizel: hey guys, did you get the door open? I kind of need to use the toilet.
Zapp: Oh you've got to be kidding me. Well i'm expecting Quilava to have the same problem, so we need to come up with something fast.
Buizel: Maybe Zorua could use her illusion ability to take the form of someone who can open the door.
Zorua tried to take the right form, but she couldn't focus her ability and it wore off when she started panicking.
Zorua: tepig, froakie, turtwig, ARGH! I CAN'T FOCUS!
me: Hey wait, you're a Sneaky fox pokemon, right? why don't you just go outside?
Zorua: Oh hey, why didn't I think of that? Oh wait, I did. I still can't reach the handle and there's no other way I can get out of the house.
Zapp: well, we all have to pee. And very badly too. I wonder how Quilava is dealing with it.
*Quilava's POV*
While the others were trying to find a way to empty their bladders I climbed up the kitchen sink and emptied mine before it became a problem. I felt my muscles relax as the urine gushed out of my body and into the drain. After I finished (approximately 2 minutes after I started) I went to the couch to relax.
*Zorua's POV*
I was dashing down the hallway trying to catch up with Zapp and Buizel, but I got hit with a wave of desperation forcing me to stop and shove a paw between my hind legs.
me: Guys, I need some help!
Zapp stopped and ran to me while Buizel continued into the next room.
Zapp: what's wrong? I thought you were-
me: I can't move... I don't even think I can remove my paw at this point...
Zapp: crap, alright just hold on for a bit longer, i'll find something for you.
*Zapp's POV*
I ran back to the front door and dug through my bag. I pulled out a spare T-shirt I packed for I don't know why, but I just ran back to Zorua holding the shirt.
Zorua: Zapp, hurry! I can't take it anymore!
I saw Zorua starting to leak, so I rushed over and put the balled up shirt under her crotch.
Zorua: th- thanks Zapp...
me: no problem, now i'm gonna go before I get my gloves wet.
*Zorua's POV*
After Zapp left I removed my paw and released my bladder's content. I was known for having the weakest bladder of the group so I wasa surprised to have urinated for 3 minutes before I finished. After that I took the shirt and threw it in the wash, then went back to the living room to meet with the others.
*Buizel's POV*
I had no idea where Zapp went, but I went without him up to the kitchen sink and relaxed my bladder there. It seemed someone already used it, but it still worked. After that I went to find Zapp. I found him holding his crotch walking slowly through the hallway.
me: you need help there buddy?
Zapp: y- yes, I actually do. Please.
I carried Zapp over to the palm tree so that he wouldn't wet himself. That's just what friends do.
Zapp: thanks Buizel.
me: no problem. I'll meet you in the living room with the others.
*Zapp's POV*
After Buizel left I simply removed my hands and let my bladder do the rest. I had an extremely strong bladder, but I think Pikachu's body affected it somehow. Anyhow when I finished the plant was about to overflow, which was kind of shocking. Anyways I headed over to the living room where someone was missing.
me: has anyone seen Snivy?
We heard a flush and then Snivy came in through the hallway, sighing with relief.
Snivy: Man, that was too close for comfort.
me: Hey Snivy, where were you?
Snivy: I was in the bathroom, releasing my bladder from between my two extremely thin legs.
me: I thought you couldn't open the door.
Snivy: I used vine whip to reach the handle. Very clever of me.
Zorua wasn't too happy to hear that.
Zorua: Why didn't you do that IN THE FIRST PLACE!?
It wasn't pretty seeing what happened next. Zorua started attacking Snivy, definitely not happy knowing she could have used the toilet the whole time. Anyways while that was happening the rest of us got up on the couch and went back to our show. |
DISCLAIMER
This is a Harry Potter fanfiction story, that will mainly focus on Hermione Granger's life right after the defeat of Lord Voldermort. I will try to keep facts that happened earlier in the book straight as much as possible. I will however, defer from the description of what happened during and after the battle of Hogwards in the end of the last book. Most importantly, Hermione and Ron are not yet and might never get married, as Ginny and Harry and professor Snape survived.
Obviously, all characters and at least some places and possibly flashbacks to previous events are products of the mind of the magnificent J.K. Rowling. I do not own any of them and will not try to have any profit from this story other than the fun of writing it. The idea for the concept of this story was based on Rainyday's great game Aquarius and some of the omorashi-events might unconsciously be inspired by stories from others I read before. Anyone who feels like I stole their idea is free to contact me so that I can make sure to apology and adopt the story if they would want me to.
If enough people are interested, more chapters will follow, with some interaction at the end of each chapter. I will respect any choices of the majority of people who reply, 'though probably not always in the way you might expect (after all, life is not very predictable, is it?). Furthermore, feel free to suggest anything you'd like to read about and I promiss I will consider your suggestion seriously. I, however, do not promiss I will incorporate all suggestions into the story. Things that turn me off and I will certainly not write about are ageplay, diapers and messing, so please do not suggest this.
I would like to thank OmoCommando for proofreading this first chapter and providing me with very useful feedback on it, as well as advices on how to continue.
Anyway, onto the story.
CHAPTER 1
After the Battle of Hogwards, the school had been rebuilt and all students were invited back to graduate at long last, even those who had previously voluntarily left the school to fight against Lord Voldermort. Even 'though Hermione had kept studying at home and at the Burrow on herself, Hermione had gladly accepted the invitation to not only take exams in everything she would normally have learnt in Hogwards and had now taught herself, but also have some more advanced courses that were offered as compensation for the interrupted eduction. It had only taken her two weeks to pass all the normal exams with excellent grades and today was her first day on the advanced courses she had enrolled for: self-transfiguration and advanced potion making.
Hermione woke up in her dorm to an alarm-spell casted by professor McGonagall from the great hall into all dorms. The weekend had been full of parties to celebrate the end of the exams and with a shock, she realized just how much all she drank the previous night had filled her bladder. She groaned quietly and squeezed her legs toghether as she felt her bladder pulsate angrily, trying to force her to let go of the the flood that was caught in her strained abdomen. Hermione had always had quite a big bladder and was therefore not used to it being really full and demanding relieve this strongly. Very carefully to avoid putting more pressure on her poor bladder, she got up from her bed, but as soon as she was standing, she felt like gravity was trying to pull her pee out of her so she crossed her legs tightly to stop it from bursting out.
Although she wanted to curse herself for it right now, Hermione was too shy to walk out of her dorm into the common room to go to the bathroom in just the underwear she slept in and with small steps, she walked over to her drawer. She quickly put on a bra before grabbing the first shirt she saw and buttoning it up as fast as she could, hopping from foot to foot while doing so. She tore down her panties and squatted down to grab them from the floor before she realised this was a mistake. Squatting had been too much for her full bladder and she felt her crotch get a little bit wet from a small leak escaping her peehole before she regained control. She grabbed clean panties and a clean skirt, but moved much more carefully when she put them on, gladly finding out she managed to keep her flood at bay this time.
Hermione knew she would pee herself if she were to try and run, so instead she took very small steps towards the door. When she left the dorm, she was immediatly greeted by Ron, who was already seated in the common room, but she was way too much in a hurry to pay any attention to him and quickly entered the girls' bathroom. The sounds of other girls already peeing and showering made her bladder spasm stronger than she had ever felt it spasm before and in the relative privacy of the bathroom, she could not stop herself from giving her crotch a quick squeeze to maintain control. Luckily, there were still some stalls free and with her desperation finally beating her shame Hermione rushed into the nearest one, slammed the door closed, tore down her skirt and panties and managed to sit down on the toilet just before a torrent of pee shot out of her.
Unable to stop herself from expressing the immense relief she felt, Hermione groaned loudly when the pressure on her bladder subsided. After peeing for about half a minute, her stream slowed down and about ten seconds later, came to an end. Hermione sighed in relief once more, before quickly wiping and getting redressed. After a quick shower, she went downstairs and sat down with Harry and Ron to have breakfast.
END OF CHAPTER 1
Please make some suggestions for what you'd like Hermione to have for breakfast if you feel like. Anything liquid or diuretic might influence the upcomming chapter(s).
Choice to make for chapter two: Will Hermione have to go to self-transfiguration taught by professor McGonagall first and then to advanced potion making taught by professor Snape, or the other way around? Caution: this seemingly unimportant choice might have major consequences for what will happen in the next few chapters and - probably much sooner - when and how much Hermione will have to drink and when she will get to use a toilet again. |
Again, thanks to OmoCommando for proofreading a providing me with feedback.
CHAPTER 2
While having a shower, Hermione's mind had eventually wandered from the relieved feeling in her bladder and she soon realised the many alcoholic drinks of the previous night had had more effects than just waking up with a very full bladder. Even though she had managed to avoid getting drunk, the alcohol had dehydrated her and she felt thirsty. Also, she had not eaten much compared to how much she drank and she felt hungry. When breakfast appeared on the tables, she greedily got herself a large glass of pumpkin juice, some bacon and eggs, grits, toast and a sausage.
"Wow Hermione," Ron commented, "are you starving?"
"Yeah, I think I drank a bit too much last night," Hermione replied giggling. "It seems like I'm not the only one 'though," she added after glancing at Ron's equally stuffed plate of food.
"What classes do you have today?" Harry asked his friends.
"Disarming dark wizards and witches and self-transfiguration," replied Ron.
"Advanced potion making and then I'll be in in self-transfiguration too," added Hermione. "How about you, Harry?"
"Sorry Ron, I'll be bothering you all day, 'cause I'm in the same classes as you are," Harry replied laughing.
After she finished her breakfast, Hermione got up and said: "I don't wanna be late in my first class with Snape since months, so I'm gonna go now. I'll see you in self-transfiguration class then." With that, she hurried away back towards the Gryffindor tower. When she was eating her sausage, Hermione had realised she had forgotten to grab her robe and her bag due to her... situation that morning and she hurried through the corridors to go and get them before class. Just a minute before class was due to start, she got into professor Snape's classroom, much later than usual for her, but still before most of her classmates.
Strictly on time as always, professor Snape began the lesson: "Welcome to this advanced course in potion making. In this course, we will not be brewing many potions that were chosen for educational purposes like we did during your normal potion classes. Instead, you will be working on the creation of a potion no one has never managed to brew before."
"I will therefore be unable to provide you a receipe, but for you, students motivated enough to get into an advanced course as this one, I will be available almost at any time during the upcomming weeks for consultation. I do expect you to search the library for basic information on whatever you are trying to brew, but if - or rather when - you find things you do not understand or are uncertain about, I will help you as best as you can. Asking questions to which the answer is not in the library, will only increase your chance of success and is thus the right thing to do and will not be bad for your grade for this course."
"Besides being available for consultation, all I will do in this course is supervising your brewing - which should therefore always be done during school hours and in this classroom - to avoid accidents, grading the report about your research and whatever you manage to brew and lecturing about the different steps you should take in your research and within how much time you should try to perform them to finish your project in time. Any questions about this general introduction?"
All students remained silent and professor Snape continued: "We made sure all of you have some free time either this afternoon or tomorrow morning. Besides that, you should probably work on your project for a while this evening if you want to be succesful, which I think you should all want. For our class tomorrow morning, you are expected to bring notes on the potion you would like to brew, which should contain proof that the potion can theoretically be created, a description of the desired effects of the potion, any steps that should certainly be taken to create the potion and descriptions of any attempts to create the potion you managed to find information about. Please note, the more serious you do this work and the more information you bring, the easier the rest of your project will be.
"Now, to give you a head start, during the remainder of this class you will be brewing a potion that will help you to find information about a potion you would like to create: celerlectioserum, a potion that allows you to read about twice as fast for 24 hours and stops you from being distracted by your environment while you are reading. This potion is not very hard to brew, although there are three different ways to do it, which all result in a different side effect and you will have to chose one, based on which side-effects you think you can handle best and which receipe you think you are able to follow. Let me know when you think you are done, then I will check whether you managed to brew celerlectioserum and can drink the result. The receipes are in your books starting at page 324. Go ahead and read them, pick one and start brewing."
During Snape's speech, Hermione had become more and more enthusiastic. Finally, Snape allowed them to experiment and discover new things. After his speech, she quickly opened her book on the correct page and started reading. All three receipes seemed easy enough to her, almost as easy as first year potions. However, her enthusiasm disappeared a bit when she saw the side-effects of the different receipes:
- one receipe contained bicorn horn, which makes a human grow a horn somewhere on their body, often leading to some discomfort;
- the second receipe contained leech juice, which makes a human's bladder shrink for a few hours, obviously leading to frequent need to urinate;
- and the third receipe contained horse hair, which speeds up many organs in a human's body, most notably his kidneys, causing anything he drinks to get to his bladder almost instantly.
END OF CHAPTER 2
Choice to make for chapther three: Which receipe will Hermione try to follow? Please don't hesitate to state why Hermione should do as you suggest if you feel like there is a good reason why one receipe is more sensible than the others. |
CHAPTER 4
After her large breakfast, Hermione was not feeling really hungry yet and she got herself just some toast and another glass of pumpkin juice. More specifically, she got herself another large glass of pumpkin juice, just like that morning. She was nervous about taking her potion and as always, her nerves had made her thirsty. She thought about taking her potion, but realised it would be a waste to have it take effect while she was still in self-transfiguration class and decided not to do so until she had finished her lunch.
"How was potions?" Harry asked.
"Quite interesting, actually," Hermione replied, "we finally got to make some important decisions ourselves to practice for the rest of the course, during which we'll be trying to create a potion no one has managed to create before. How about disarming dark wizards?"
"Quite boring, considering we fought Voldemort and his death eaters," Ron replied, "but at least we went through it much faster than we did in our regular classes so it might get interesting before the course ends."
Harry noticed Hermione was looking around and looked at her questioningly. "We got to take the potion we brew with us to use it and I'm trying to see when others use it," Hermione explained. "It should help us study, but it takes a few hours to take effect. Obviously I want to time it so that it affects me right after class."
Just then, Hermione saw Fay, Padma and Susan use their potions, all together, followed shortly by Ginny. Hoping to get as much work as possible done that afternoon and evening, she decided she'd rather take the potion a bit early than a bit late and quickly downed her potion too. It tasted nasty and she quickly downed her pumpkin juice to flush the taste of the potion away, immediately refilling her glass to still have something to drink with the remainder of her toast. During the remainder of the lunch break, only a few more people used their potions and
soon, it was time for self-transfiguration class.
When Harry, Ron and Hermione set off to go to class, they were quickly joined by Ginny, who explained to be in that class too. The four of them found seats together in the classroom and soon, professor McGonagall started her lecture, but not before Hermione noticed some other students quickly downing their potions. The lecture was about the history of self-transiguration and more specifically, about all that had been accomplished and people had tried but failed to accomplish. Hermione couldn't stop her mind from wandering to some old memories when polyjuice potion was mentioned. Soon, however, she drew her attention back to the lecture, as professor McGonagall mentioned this potion was far from what the wizard who first made it had meant to do with it. It was meant to not only change a person's appearence into someone else's, but also get you to only a few feet away from the place the person you changed into was, so that replacing that person without being noticed would be much easier. It was then that Hermione knew that she wanted to create the perfect polyjuice potion as her project for her potions course.
During the remainder of the lecture, Hermione was not focussing as much as she normally would anymore. At first, her mind kept wandering to the possiblities of an improved polyjuice potion, but soon she was not even thinking only about that anymore. Instead, her mind started to wander towards her lower abdomen more and more often, to a building pressure in her abdomen Hermione was not used to feeling this early into class. She glanced at the clock and cursed herself when she saw only an hour had passed and class would go on for another three hours. For a moment, she wondered if her potion was affecting her already, which would mean she had waisted valuable time and had possibly gotten her bladder into a lot of trouble. A quick glance around the classroom dismissed this idea 'though. None of the other girls who had made potions that should affect their bladder were looking uncomfortable yet, while at least Fay, Padma and Susan had used their potions at almost the same time, "No," Hermione thought reassuringly, "I'm just feeling that extra glass of pumpkin juice I had with lunch and my potion is not taking effect yet. Everyting is fine. Except that I really need to pee."
She crossed her legs and once again tried to focus on the lecture, even 'though her bladder kept sending stronger and stronger signals to her brain, telling that it really needed to be emptied sooner rather than later. Only half an hour later, still not even halfway into class, Hermione knew she would not be able to make it through class, or at least far from comfortably.
Thinking this was her best option, Hermione made a move that thoroughly embarassed her: she raised her hand and when she was given permission to speak, she asked: "Professor McGonagall, I am very sorry for disturbing your lecture, but could I please be excused for a moment? I need to go to the bathroom and I am afraid it has become quite urgent."
END OF CHAPTER 4
Questions for chapter 5: What is professor McGonagall's bathroom policy? Will she stick to that here or does she have any good reason to treat Hermione differently? If so, how will she treat her?
Edited February 8, 2016 by ola93
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After an incredible delay due to me being busy IRL, here's another chapter. Hopefully, people will still enjoy it despite the delay.
CHAPTER 5
“Hermione, you’re disappointing me,” professor McGonagall replied, making many others laugh. “You were always such a great student, timing your drinking and bathroom visits around important lectures carefully to avoid this situation. This topic is really important and you know that. My lecture will only fill about half of this class, so I will wrap it up and put you to work in only half an hour to an hour. Although I never prohibit a single bathroom visit during my lectures and you are allowed to go, I strongly suggest you hold it until I finish my lecture, like you always did as a child. Also, I’d really appreciate it if you’d try to get back to your old self and simply avoid needing a bathroom during an important lecture in the future.”
Hermione was blushing, brightly. Seeing no other possibilities without embarrassing herself even more, she shyly mumbled: “Sorry professor, I’ll wait.” As McGonagall continued her lecture, she bit her lip and squeezed her thighs together under her desk. “This is gonna be a very long half hour”, she thought to herself. Ten minutes later, Hermione was glad to notice the other girls who had taken a potion that should affect how often they peed, were not showing any signs of needing to go yet and her need seemed to have stopped increasing as fast, which made her quite sure she was just feeling the pumpkin juice and not her potion.
Halfway into class and half an hour since she had asked permission to go to the bathroom, the lecture was still going on and Hermione had started to squirm in her chair with every contraction of her bladder. Just then, Padma raised her hand and asked: “Sorry professor, but how long do you think you need to finish your lecture? I heard your reply to Hermione and would like to wait but… I really need to pee.”
Hermione sighed. Padma always needed to go pee and was never showing a single sign of desperation. That girl just didn’t seem to know what things like holding it and needing to go even meant. Everyone in the classroom knew this and the professor’s reply made many of them laugh: “You can not go before miss Granger decides to go, Padma. She is clearly worse off and she too, is still holding it. To answer your question: I’ll be talking for about fifteen minutes more and then there will be time for questions. It shouldn’t be more than half an hour before miss Granger is back in this room relieved and you can go.”
Padma looked both shocked and furious, but knew she would just have to wait. In the next five minutes, it became clear just how unusual this situation was for Padma, as she kept squirming around uncomfortably. Hermione at the same time, kept tugging at the waistband of her skirt in a failed attempt to relieve some of the pressure on her overfilled bladder.
Just when McGonagall wrapped up by explaining today’s assignment would be a spell to look through an opponents eyes for a moment – the closest any spell got to the effect of things like polyjuice potion – something struck Hermione: Side effects of potions tended to start affecting you between halfway and three quarters into the time it took for the main effect to start, which could be any moment now. Praying her classmates would stop firing questions at McGonagall before that would happen, Hermione suddenly saw Fay start to squirm in her chair like she had been holding her pee for hours too. Her bladder must have shrunken, Hermione realised with a shock, praying to be on a toilet before that would happen to her bladder.
When all questions seemed to have been answered, Susan’s hand shot up and Hermione noticed her other hand shot under her desk. With a strained voice, Susan asked: “Professor, can we please all go to the bathroom instead of waiting for each other in here? You know Hermione and Padma have been holding it and Fay and I need to go badly too.” Fay and Susan had always been more or less indifferent about what other’s thought and were both shamelessly grabbing their crotches to ease the pressure on their shrunken bladders.
“Snape’s made them drink something again” McGonagall mumbled under her breath before replying, realizing exactly what had happened. While she thought about her answer, Hermione suddenly felt her desperation double and both her hands shot into the gap between her thighs, just in time to stop a small leak that had escaped her burning peehole from turning into a waterfall.
Luckily for Hermione, she had no reason to be embarrassed as everyone was distracted when everyone else who had been in potions suddenly grew a small horn. Most attention was suddenly draw to Ginny, who’s horn had grown out of her left nipple and was poking into her shirt just like her nipple was at full erection and she was not wearing a bra to cover it at all.
Still, Hermione, Padma, Fay and Susan were staring at McGonagall, praying she’d allow them all to rush to a bathroom.
END OF CHAPTER 5
Question for chapter 6: What will professor McGonagall do?
There are no answers to pick from this time: just suggest what you want and try to make it sensible. I’ll go with the best motivated suggestion this time. |
At long last, here it is:
CHAPTER 6
Understanding what must have happened, professor McGonagall felt sorry for the girls and said: “Well, I can see potion's class has affected you one way or another, so I'll explain the assignment for the remainder of this afternoon after a short break for all of you to fix your modesty as much as possible” – she glanced at Ginny at that statement – “and relief your bladders, hurry up.”
McGonagall did not have to say that twice as Hermione, Padma, Susan and Fay rushed out of the classroom before she even finished telling them to hurry up. They were closely followed by a red-faced Ginny, who was covering her breast with her arm. Further behind them were some of the other girls who apparently wanted to do something about a horn they had grown or take the opportunity to relief themselves too or just wanted to fix their make up.
Hermione soon felt a small leak dampen her panties and realised she had to slow down if she wanted to avoid flooding the hallway on her way to the bathroom. Soon after, the other girls passed her and when Hermione reached the bathroom, she was joined by Ginny. However, Hermione was shocked much more by what was in front of her than by the fact that Ginny had caught up with her.
Susan was nowhere to be seen and a loud hiss coming from one of the stalls in the bathroom told Hermione that she went in there. Hermione realised in horror that they had all rushed to the nearest bathroom without thinking about the fact it had only two stalls.
What made matters worse, was the fact that Padma and Fay were both bobbing up and down with their legs crossed and a hand – two hands in Padma's case – in between them. Even worse, was the reason they were both still waiting: in front of the second stall was Peeves and he was singing:
“Girls are desperate to pee, but I will let them be. They always go whenever and never hold it, ever. But Peeves wants to teach them a lesson, and clogged a toilet for said lesson.”
Hermione groaned as she realised she would never be able to wait for both Padma and Fay to pee after each other, which was confirmed by another spurt shooting out of her and drenching her panties. “What do we do?” she gasped to Padma, who appeared to be in no better situation.
“Boy's room?” Padma suggested. Hermione was still able to think clearly enough to quickly ditch that idea ‘though: “It's magically protected-d. You'll grow a... member for a w-week if you pee in there-e” she stuttered.
Suddenly realizing she could go in there and stop any further embarrassment, Ginny did hurry into the boy's room and started stuffing toilet paper in her bra in the only stall in there (which was accompanied by two urinals). She felt ridiculous to push up her already quite generous breast like that, but it hid her horn as intended.
In the mean time, Hermione felt another dribble escape her and she realised two things: it went down her leg and she could not stop it. Knowing the dribble would soon turn into a torrent, she pushed through Susan and Fay – which resulted in angry gasps as it made both of them lose a little too – hitched up her skirt, jumped onto the sink and pulled her soaked panties aside just in time for her control to fail completely.
Despite the immense relief she felt, Hermione turned crimson as she realised not only Susan and Fay, but Peeves too were looking at her private parts as she uncontrollably released a gusher of pee. Just as she finished after a ridiculous short pee for how desperate she had been, Padma came out of the stall. Her jaw dropped but she was quickly pushed away by Fay who rused into the stall and let go of an equally strong but short pee.
Realizing she was already done and Susan was still waiting for her, Hermione quickly jumped off the sink and Susan immediately took it to repeat her performance. Afraid to get a rash, Hermione pulled her panties down from under her skirt and threw them in the bin.
Unwilling to open the bathroom door with Susan sitting naked on the sink, Hermione and Padma waited for the others to finish and soon the four of them left, terribly embarrassed but greatly relieved. In the hallway, they re-joined Ginny and some others who were just coming back from another bathroom.
Soon, everyone was back in class and they started practicing the spell to look through another's eyes for a second on their classmates. Although Hermione carefully thought about any step she took to avoid exposing herself, the first hour and a half went by pretty uneventful, which was until Hermione realised that despite not having drunken anything anymore, she needed to pee again already.
END OF CHAPTER 6
We will pick up with chapter 7 right after class.
Questions:
- How badly will Hermione, Fay and possibly others need to go after class and where will they go to do something about that and when will they go there?
- Hermione will start studying the creation of perfect polyjuice potion after class. Will she get a drink before going to the library as she is used to (after peeing) or is she trying to minimize strain on her tiny bladder and doesn't she drink anything for now?
- Will Hermione hop by the Gryffindor tower to get some clean panties and change her skirt (which has a small wet spot on it from where her hands were pressing it against her panties) or does she not waste any study time and does she head to thr library immediately?
As you may have guessed by the short time between my last post and this one, OmoCommando was still willing to proofread for me. However, he did tell me he is fairly busy with amongst other things the moderating of this site he does for us. Therefore, I want to thank him once more for his help in putting out to the part of this story published to date.
As a first attempt to find someone to help me out in the future, I'll just ask this here: is there anyone amongst the readers of this story who has got some time to read new parts of this story on a regular basis and give me feedback on them?
Edited April 29, 2018 by ola93
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CHAPTER 7
As she walked out of class, Hermione was still aware of a slight tingling in her bladder, but it had not gotten much worse and considering she wanted there was only an hour left before dinner and she wanted to make the most of the effects of the potion she had taken, she decided to ignore it. What she could not ignore, however, was her lack of underwear. She hurried back to the Gryffindor tower and felt relieved when she walked out of the girls’ dorm room well dressed again a minute later.
On her way out, Hermione grabbed a bottle of pumpkin juice from the fridge in the common room to drink while she would be studying in the library for the coming fifty minutes until she would need to head to the great hall for dinner. Upon reaching the library, she put her bag and her drink down at the table where she always sat down to study. She quickly took a gulp of her pumpkin juice, subtly squeezing her thighs together as her bladder reacted to the thought of having to contain more liquid – or at least that is what Hermione thought explained the sudden increase in her need to pee she felt.
Hermione then quickly started to look for any books that could contain any information on polyjuice potion other than the well known recipe for the way to brew it people applied nowadays, which she already knew and had brewed before of course. After only fifteen minutes, sooner than she had expected based on the many times she had visited the library before – she thought she had found anything of interest right now and settled down to start reading with:
- Famous potions, a history
- Challenges in potion making
- Failures in potion making
- and Ongoing research on potions.
Soon, really soon, thanks to the Celerlectioserum running through her vessels, Hermione found a couple of paragraphs in “Famous potions, a history” about the invention of polyjuice potion. Before she planned to start reading it, she reached for her bottle of pumpkin juice and took another gulp. Before she had even put her bottle back down, she suddenly felt a wave of urgency to pee overcome her, one that was much stronger than she could have expected based on the mild urge she had been feeling until seconds before. Hermione gasped quietly and jammed her legs together to stop herself from losing control right then and there. The wave soon passed and Hermione was able to relax a bit again, but her urge still felt much stronger than before she drunk that gulp of juice.
Then, it dawned on her: back in transfiguration class, Hermione had felt the shrinking of her bladder caused by the leech juice in her Celerlectioserum, which had also explained why she had needed to go again a bit already before that class had even finished. As she had not drunken anything since, however, she had not yet experienced the effects of the horse hair in the potion. What she had felt when she drunk those last two gulps of pumpkin juice, must have been caused by that. Anything she drunk was immediately turned into urine and reached her bladder in a fraction of a second.
For a moment, Hermione worried how she would handle that, but then she remembered she had studying to do. She could go pee on her way to dinner and she would be okay for the half hour she had left as long as she remembered not to drink any more of her pumpkin juice. Unconsciously tapping her foot, Hermione finally started reading and taking notes and faster than she had been able to ever before.
Barely ten minutes later, Hermione had worked her way through everything “Famous potion, a history” had to tell about polyjuice potion and she had learned all about the experiments done to invent it. Most important to her, was that in those days, the inventors had had no idea why the potion was not moving you to a place close the person whose body you copied, as the combination of ingredients suggested that should have been an effect of the potion too. It appeared like some of the ingredients just did not have to full effects they had in other potions.
Now completely focussed on her studying, Hermione opened, “Failures in potion making” next and... gulped down some more pumpkin juice... Again, it instantly got into her shrunken bladder, which cramped painfully in response to the sudden increase in the volume of pee within it. Hermione gasped for air as her hands shot to her crotch and she was barely able to stop a leak from escaping her control. When that wave of urgency caused by the sudden change had passed, Hermione was left with a very serious need to pee. Realising she would now have to interrupt her studying, she cursed herself for her mistake and quickly but carefully got up.
Hermione walked as fast as she could without hurting her full bladder too badly to the restroom near the entrance to the library. She was quite used to making that walk with a very full bladder, although she usually only made it in that state during weekends after studying for much longer. She sighed relieved when she noticed the bathroom with four stalls was completely empty and quickly went into a stall, sat down and let go. She peed a strong stream as she had expected judging by her great need to go, but was finished much sooner than was normal for her. She estimated her bladder was now able to hold only about a third of its normal capacity.
Relieved, Hermione hurried back to her place in the library and finally started working through “Failures in potion making”. Still reading fast, she soon found a whole chapter dedicated to failures during attempts at making polyjuice potion before the now standard recipe had been created, followed by another chapter on attempts to enhance that recipe to create the perfect polyjuice potion Hermione now wanted to create herself.
With only a few minutes to go before she would need to go to dinner, she read over her notes and soon noticed that every ingredient for which a substitute existed had been substituted and every possible order of adding the ingredients had been tried during previous attempts at brewing perfect polyjuice potion. Concluding she would need to find other ways to improve the brewing, Hermione placed the books she had read back where she found them and got permission from the librarian to borrow “Challenges in potion making” and “Ongoing research in potions”. She packed her bag, grabbed it to leave, but hesitated when she looked at the two thirds filled bottle of pumpkin juice she still had. She did feel a bit thirsty but... she certainly had reasons to avoid drinking for now.
END OF CHAPTER 7
- Does Hermione finish her pumpkin juice?
- Does Hermione pee on her way to the great hall?
- What will Hermione have for dinner? |
Thanks for all the support again. Please remember any feedback is appreciated. Without further ado...
CHAPTER 9
Hermione decided she needed to distract Ron and make him forget he asked that question. Forcing herself to keep from moving her legs too obviously, she started ‘explaining’ some completely made a up theory about not drinking too much while she was under the effect of a potion. Soon enough, Ron looked at Harry helplessly and he quickly jumped into the conversation and changed the subject. Hermione gladly stopped talking and squeezed a hand between her legs under the table for a second to calm down her bladder. Not squirming around while her friends had been looking at her had really made her desperation spike and she was glad she had managed to do it without leaking.
Soon, dessert was served and Hermione – glad that there was a not liquid option despite her growing thirst – went for some cheese cake. When the tables were cleared, she quickly told her friends she was going to study some more and stiffly walked out of the great hall. Soon, Hermione reached the bathrooms closest to the great hall. However, even ‘though she could have expected it right after dinner, she was shocked to see there was a line.
Not willing to risk leaking by walking much further, Hermione saw no other option than to join the line. Soon, she could not help clearly showing her distress and she was constantly crossing and uncrossing her legs, bending forward or bobbing up and down. She really was not even sure she would make it anymore.
By the time Hermione got to the head of the line, she was very glad to be inside the ladies' room and out of sight of at least any boys, as she suddenly had to jam a hand between her legs to stop herself from leaking. In fact, she had been a little too late to stop herself from leaking completely and a small dribble had dampened her panties. However, she did not have any time to worry about that as a stall opened and Hermione rushed in. She just managed to get her underwear down and sit back on the toilet before releasing a torrent of pee, which – despite its force – went on for a ridiculously short time at the least in Hermione's eyes.
Finally relieved, Hermione hurried back to her dorm room to once again change her underwear. Still really thirsty, she stopped at the fridge in the common room on her way back out. Standing there, she hesitated for a moment. Soon, she came up with an idea and grabbed three bottles of pumpkin juice. However, she did not open any of them and instead put them in her bag for later use. Then, she set off towards the library.
Upon reaching the entrance to the library, Hermione took a turn and entered the ladies' room instead. She felt ridiculous to do so just after having peed, but entered a stall, put down her bag, pulled down her underwear and sat down on the toilet once again.
Then, she grabbed a bottle of pumpkin juice from her bag and started downing it. Soon enough, she felt her bladder fill again and just relaxed. Once she finished her juice, Hermione still felt a bit thirsty and – still peeing – downed another one. When she had finished that too, she realised she had been drinking slightly faster than she was peeing and her bladder had still filled a bit. After a few more seconds, she was empty again and got up. Finally, she felt ready to study and hurried into the library.
Hermione settled down at her favourite spot in the library, got her notes out and started reading ‘Challenges in potion making’. There was a whole chapter about polyjuice potion, but to her dismay, after reading for over an hour even with the effects of the potion still making her read really fast, she had to conclude the book just used more words to repeat what she already knew: the ingredients were theoretically correct and every order to add them in had been tried. Something else had to be changed.
Hermione gulped down some pumpkin juice again. She was careful not to drink too much or too fast this time, but she still felt a slight urge to pee again already when she put the bottle down. However, she ignored it and started reading in ‘Ongoing research in potions'. The book was ordered by method, forcing Hermione to read at least the start of each chapter to determine where any relevant information could be.
Two hours later, Hermione had found that different temperatures, ways of mixing ingredients and sometimes the proximity of bewitched objects during the brewing of a potion could influence the effects the ingredients had.
Glad that she had found some more options to think about, Hermione decided to call it a day and put her notes back in her bag and the books on the shelves.
Only when she got up, she noticed her half full bottle of pumpkin juice, which reminded her of her bladder situation. Sure, anything she drank since that afternoon had been processed straight away so her bladder was not really filling anymore when she wasn't drinking, but her muscles were still getting tired when they had to stay clamped for long periods of time and it had been over two hours since she had first noticed she had to pee again. For short, she had to pee again. Not terribly badly so, but she could definitely use a toilet now that she was thinking about it.
Deciding it would be a bad idea to drink it right now, Hermione put her bottle of pumpkin juice back in her bag and left the library. Walking passed the toilets, she thought about using them for a moment, but she decided she'd rather use the more luxurious ones back in the Gryffindor tower and continued walking there.
END OF CHAPTER 9
Chapter 10 will start with Hermione's arrival in the Gryffindor's common room, where she'll find one or more of her friends. Who will it be and how will they spend the remainder of the evening? I'm open to any suggestions once again here.
I do have some ideas for this myself, but I am not completely happy with any of them yet, so I'll either pick one based on your suggestions and possibly combine it with some of the suggestions, or just go with one of the suggestions instead of one of my own ideas if I like them more. |
Here it is guys, the next chapter you have hopefully been waiting for. I tried to incorporate all your ideas into it while avoiding to get too far from what I like writing about and feel like I can write well, so I hope you'll like it.
CHAPTER 11
Hermione's confession made Ginny feel multiple things at once. First of all, she felt that she too, could actually do with a pee sometime soon. Secondly, to her surprise, she felt a subtle excited tingling in her private parts. She instinctively decided to try and see where she could take the situation from here and – blushing increasingly - told Hermione:
“I gotta go a bit too, but do you remember our trip back here this year? I felt I needed to pee then. I felt a slight twinge when we just left. That's why I left you for a minute then, but I found the toilet broken due to some first years' prank, once again. By the time we left Hogwarts, I had a hard time keeping still and not making it obvious I needed to pee. I was late for the feast because I really had to dash to the loo right away when we got off the carriages. What you can't have noticed ‘though, is just how awesome the pee I had back then felt. Really, I've never felt anything like taking a so badly needed pee.”
After hesitating for a moment, she added: “Hermione, I really need your help to find a subject for my potion's project but I'm also really desperate for some... fun. Would you... help me without any of us visting the loo first?”
Hermione, also hesitated a bit before she replied, but she remembered how great the relief of her desperate pee that morning and the various once since she had taken the potion had felt. Ginny's request had also left her feeling slightly aroused, so she decided this could only be a fun game to play with her best female friend and replied: “Okay, you're on, but I'm the once with a shrunken bladder and I don't need to go ‘a bit', so I can't drink anything and you'll have to drink plenty to make us even.” She squirmed to support her point.
“Fair enough,” Ginny replied. She got up and soon returned with some books she had gotten from the library and a bottle of pumpkin juice. As she drank a big gulp, Hermione's bladder protested at the sight and she crossed her legs as casually as she could without it being a completely useless move.
She was glad her bladder – although more tired – did not feel any fuller then before and reasoned that as her potion made her process whatever she drank immediately, the probably was not much fluid left in her system to be processed when she did not drink anything more. She was very relieved to conclude she would not have to apply any of the precautions against wetting her bed she had been thinking about after her last bathroom visit.
The girls spent the next hour studying and Ginny was very glad when Hermione finally came up with a suggestion she liked and she thought she would be able to make a success out of. “I'm not sure how much longer I can hold it,” she admitted as she put her books away, squirming constantly.
“Me neither,” Hermione moaned as she fought back a strong urge for the third time that minute with a hand pressing her skirt against her crotch. “Others will come in to go to bed soon too. When should we...”. Just as Hermione wanted to say ‘go' her bladder interrupted her with what felt like it was a final warning. She gasped and jammed her hands in her crotch, in time to stop a waterfall, but too late to stop a big spurt from soaking her underwear and creating a baseball size wet spot on her skirt where she had been pushing it against her body.
“NeverMindIGottaRun,” she muttered, dashing up the stairs to the girls' dormitory, followed closely by an almost equally desperate but still dry Ginny. Or at least she had not let any pee out...
Both girls released huge gushers and when – long after Hermione – Ginny finally finished peeing, they burst into laughter. When she had caught her breath, Hermione whispered: “Ginny, thanks for this idea. We should do this again sometime when my bladder is back at full capacity.” In her mind, she added they might also have to find a better way to end it as her clit throbbed as strong as her bladder had been doing just before and she longed to have something done about that.
“Right now ‘though,” she added, “I could do with some dry clothes to walk out in. Could you get me a skirt and panties?” Ginny quickly obliged and soon returned to hand Hermione a skirt and the sexiest of her underwear she had been able to find. “I figured you felt naughty,” she giggled. Hermione quickly got redressed and dumped her wet clothes in the washing bin.
In the dorm room, Hermione noticed no one was there yet and she made a quick show of dressing down to the underwear Ginny had gotten for her in front of the girl, before they both got into their beds. Hermione cast a silencing spell over herself before her hands disappeared under her covers just as the other girls of the house filed in.
The next morning, Hermione was surprised not to be waken up by an alarm spell, nor by a wet, nor by her bursting bladder, although she felt like she had been about to be woken by the and quickly squeezed her thighs together to control the strong morning urge comming from her shrunken bladder. However, she was woken up by Fay whispering into her ear. “Hermione, quick! I need your help! McGonagall can wake up the others any moment but that stupid potion made me wet myself!”
Hermione could not suppress a smile, but she was always there for her housemates and quickly sent the covers of Fay's bed to the washing bin, and bewitched a mop to clean the plastic protector that was on her and every student's mattress.
“Now go take a shower, change and make the bed later, it will just look like you got up early and decided to have your sheets washed today.” In her mind, she added “and I need you to leave me alone so I can get up without showing you this sexy and now sticky underwear and get to the loo before I piss myself too.”
Just then, McGonagall’s alarm spell went off and as soon as Fay turned around, Hermione jumped up and shot into a skirt. She did not really care that this made her lose a dribble of a pee as her underwear was still damp from... previous events anyway.
She silently thanked Fay for having her make it to the loo before a line was formed and enjoyed a relieving morning pee before taking a much needed shower, getting dressed and getting to great hall for breakfast.
END OF CHAPTER 11
Next up is breakfast. Do you have anything to mention about that?
Afterwards, Hermione has her free morning for studying for her potions project (she did not have the free afternoon as she had a self-transfiguration class, the studying she did after was in her free time). I have an idea of where this she could on the long run (which was the inspiration to start this story), but suggestions are welcome.
The rest of this story will still be about Hermione and potion she will brew, but off course others will be seen regularly. Therefore, feel free to make suggestions about Ginny's project. I haven't thought of a single idea for that myself yet.
Will Hermione get back to the library? Or is she ready to spend the morning in Snape's classroom to do some experiments based on her earlier notes? Note that this afternoon has the nect potions class scheduled.
Edited July 2, 2018 by ola93
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At long last, here it is:
CHAPTER 12
In the great hall, Hermione didn't see her friends yet and just sat down with some empty chairs around her, which were filled by Harry, Ron and Ginny when they came in soon after. Seeing Ginny's breast pushed up to the point of almost bursting out of her top reminded Hermione of their predicaments and she realised that she couldn't drink her normal two big glasses of pumpkin juice with breakfast that morning if she wanted to make it out of the hall dry afterwards. She decided she would have to deal with one glass and hopefully Ginny's breast would keep the boys distracted enough not to notice she wouldn't get a refill.
Like most mornings, they discussed their schedules for the day and it turned out they all had a more or less free morning before their potion's class. Harry and Ron would go to a Quidditch training and Ginny wanted to accompany Hermione to the library to finish her own report on the potion she was planning to try to brew.
When Harry and Ron got up from the table after breakfast, Hermione wanted to follow their example, but Ginny quickly asked her to stay back a moment longer. “I figured you'd have a large drink at breakfast and thought we could make our studying a bit more interesting again,” Ginny said as soon as no one was within earshot anymore. “So I decided not to pee when I got up this morning. Can I convince you to come with me to the library without going to the loo first?”
Hermione replied: “If my estimations are correct that drink filled me up to about three quarters of my limit and I do really need to go, Gin, but as long as you keep in your morning pee, I think I'll try. After all, yesterday was fun.”
Ginny smiled and the girls quickly got to the library, where Ginny started looking for some books that could contain more information for her project and Hermione started by writing down everything she had found already in her report. Both girls where crossing their legs more often than normally and at some point Ginny had to give her crotch a quick squeeze when she had to bent down to reach for a book. Luckily, the library was always deserted in the morning and they were only watching eachother.
They finished almost at the same time and when Ginny sat down to write her report, Hermione got up to try to find more information on what temperature, movements and magical presences could help her brew the perfect polyjuice potion.
“Gin, I don't think I can wait much longer,” Hermione muttered under her breath when gravity appeared to be trying to pull her pee out of her. She had a strained look on her face and was bobbing up and down in a tell-tale way with her thighs squeezed together. “Me neither,” Ginny agreed as she shove a hand beneath her desk to help her hold on. “My bladder is still getting fuller, you know,” she complained.
Just then Luna walked in. The girls quickly tried to look as calm as possible, but Luna's eyes got wide when she saw the girls and she hurried towards them. “N-nargels,” she said shocked, “I have never seen so many around anyone's... abdomen and... below... Except for when it came to myself.” Realizing how her last words could be interpreted, she blushed fiercely and quickly left the other girls alone.
“That was weird,” Hermione commented as she pulled her waistband away from her bladder, dancing on her spot to get her bladder back in check after having had to hide her desperation in front of Luna. “Do you think nargels a real? And they somehow sense we need to *groan* pee?”
“Apparently,” Ginny replied, wiggling around like mad now too, “and apparently she's been desperate to pee herself at least a few times too, considering she recognized what attracted the nargles and said she had seen them around her own body.”
Hermione considered Ginny's analysis for a moment before replying: “Maybe we should invite her when my bladder has recovered and we can plan a real holding contest.”
“Great i- aaahhh!” Before Ginny could finish her reply, she suddenly bent double, pressing two hands between her legs. When the wave of urgency had passed, she carefully removed her hands and muttered: “Gotta go”.
Hermione quickly followed Ginny out, grabbing her bag on the way as she had an idea. When Ginny opened a stall door, Hermione asked: “Can I come in?” Ginny giggled and nodded, almost running on her spot in front of the toilet now. Hermione quickly entered the stall and closed the door, just in time to see Ginny tear down her obviously wet and now partly see-through white lace thong, almost jump and the toilet and let a gusher burst out of her pussy.
Hermione felt her clit and bladder throb together as she watched her friend release her pee, she almost lost it, but managed to let out no more than a little dribble and spare the rest for the show she had planned. When Ginny stopped peeing about a minute later, Hermione didn't even give her time to squeeze out any last spurts, not to speak about wiping, pulled her on her feet and fell down on the toilet herself after pulling down her skirt and thong in one swift motion.
Squeezing her peehole shut with her hand and her last willpower, Hermione grabbed a bottle of pumpkin juice from her bag and said: “Watch this”, before starting to down it. Immediately, pee started erupting from her pussy, but Hermione continued to drink too, until she had finished the two bottles of pumpkin juice that had still been in her bag. Afterwards, it took her 15 seconds more to finish peeing.
When she was finally done, Hermione sighed in pure bliss, despite the fact her clit was still throbbing. Looking her friend in the eyes, she moved her hand towards Ginny's pussy and started playing with her clit. Groaning, Ginny followed the example and it wasn't long before both girls came and fell into eachother's arms.
When both girls had recovered their senses, they quickly cleaned up and got dressed again and hurried back to the library. Hermione found one more clue for her project that afternoon: a magical presence that could have a related effect, tended to help to make a potion have a specific effect. Thinking about the spell the practiced the day before, she realized her own body or her wand could be such a presence in this case. She quickly added this to her report and finished right at the same time as Ginny, although Hermione's report was, off course, much longer.
“You know what,” Ginny whispered as they walked out of the library. “You never let me finish peeing after you pulled me off the toilet.”
END OF CHAPTER 12
Suggestions for a potion to brew for Ginny are still welcome.
Furtherome an important question now is whether Hermione should let Ginny go pee before lunch.
Will the girls talk to Luna already to discuss their analysis of her words and their plans?
Does anything special happen during lunch?
Edited August 19, 2018 by ola93
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Luckily, I got another reply though another channel and I think I managed to make good use of both. This took me quite a while to write and is also quite a bit longer than previous chapters, so I hope you'll enjoy. Feedback is appreciated, as are answers to the next questions at the end of this chapter.
CHAPTER 13
“Off course I know,” Hermione giggled, “nor am I planning to let you go finish before lunch.”
Ginny's bladder twitched angrily at that thought, but she smiled and said: “Then you are gonna drink a sip of my pumpkin juice on top of your own glass this time and hold that until your bladder expands after lunch.” Hermione looked a bit nervous, but nodded.
When they entered the great hall, Hermione followed Ginny to where Ron and Harry were sitting, but just before Ginny would have sat down, she said: “Hey boys, we're gonna sit with Luna today, we've got something to discuss. See you at dinner.” She dragged Ginny along towards where Luna was sitting and whispered: “Let's see if she can see how badly that bit of pee you're still holding finally wants to come out and if we can plan our little contest and invite Luna for it too.”
Ginny was really struggling to keep the remainder of her long held pee in by now. Her bladder wasn't too full anymore, but it was irritated from her long hold and kept contracting, forcing her to have to clamp her tired sphincters shut over and over again. She loved Hermione's plan however and allowed her friend to drag her to where Luna was sitting, despite how stiff she had to walk to avoid leaking.
“Hey Luna,” Hermione said cheerful when she and Ginny sat down across the table from Luna. “Hi girls,” Luna replied politely, while feeling excited by the fact the other girls suddenly joined her after their earlier meeting.
“We've been thinking about what you said in the library and wondered if you could tell us something more about nargels,” Hermione explained while they all found the food and drinks they liked.
“Off course I can,” Luna giggled excitedly. She always loved talking about fascinating creatures like nargels, but secretly she hoped there was more behind the question. “Nargels are fascinating little creatures. They are invisible to most other species, but bewitched glasses like mine can detect their presence and make them visible. Nargels themselves work a bit similarly, in fact. They can detect invisible things and respond to them. More specifically, they tend to react to things other species around them would be interested in, but can't see. Therefore, when you can see them, nargels say something about things that interest you or people around you, that you can't see.”
“So when you saw nargels around ‘our abdomens and below’, as you put it,” Ginny blurted out, “what do you think it meant?”
Luna blushed, but gladly explained: “It meant something invisible that would have interested at least one of the present people – the three of us – if she would have been able to see it, was going on in your abdomens and below. The lowest groups of nargels were circling around a quite specific area of your bodies, your clits. Given that I'm – as you know – lesbian, I don't think that could have meant anything else than that you were both really turned on.”
All three of the girls were blushing furiously now, but they all knew this had to be said and Luna continued: “The larger, higher groups of nargels were circling around your pelvises and lower abdomens.”
Luna hesitated for a moment, but seeing nargels fly the same pattern around Ginny right then, she added: “I told you before I had only seen that many of them do that around my own body before, which was when I... needed to pee really badly. Which makes sense as I quite like to know when girls need to pee. So unless one of you has other interests focussing on clits and bladder areas, I'd say you were both really turned on and desperate to pee.”
Luna paused, somewhat expecting the others to rush away embarrassed, but when they didn't, she added: “In fact, I’d say all three of us are quite turned on by now, Ginny is almost about to pee herself and Hermione's bladder is filling with every sip she drinks.”
“At least everything regarding me is true,” Ginny thought, squeezing her crotch through her skirt and barely managing to keep her underwear free of pee.
“You're right, Luna,” she said. “We were and I am now bursting to pee and really horny. In f-fact, we were holding our pee because it arouses us so much.” She stuttered as some pee dribbled into her panties. She was losing control fast and she knew it, but finishing this conversation was more important than making it to a bathroom in time.
“In fact,” Hermione said, encouraged by her spiking arousal at the sight of Ginny’s desperation, “we were going to plan a holding contest to enjoy our mutual interest and wanted to invite you.
“I'd love to-“ Luna started replying before she was interrupted by a spattering sound. She reacted quickly and put a notice-me-not charm around the three of them as Ginny wet herself, just in time to avoid attracting attention to her.
“I couldn't hold it anymore,” Ginny giggled embarrassed but also clearly aroused.
“Tomorrow is Hogsmeade-night and everyone will be gone,” Hermione quickly said. Come to the fat lady’s portrait right after dinner and we'll let you in to have some fun in our common room.”
Hermione quickly gulped down her pumpkin juice and then the last sip of Ginny's as promised. The quick filling of her bladder this resulted in, made her bladder contract fiercely and both her hands shot under her skirt to stop a leak from turning into a river.
When her bladder calmed down a bit and she was feeling minutes away from peeing herself instead of seconds, she quickly used a spell to dry the floor and signalled to Ginny to come with her, leaving the great hall before the impressions of their actions would surpass the power of Luna's spell and people would start noticing Ginny's wet skirt, smell pee or see that Hermione was walking with a hand up her skirt.
In Gryffindor's common room, Hermione dragged Ginny into a stall in the ladies' room, hiked up her skirt, exposing her soaked thong just as a torrent of pee shot through it. With her underwear wet already and out of time she dropped onto the toilet with her thong still on and... suddenly stopped peeing.
For a moment Hermione looked at Ginny dumbfounded, than she burst out laughing. The side effects of the celerolectioserum had worn off at almost the perfect moment and just when she was finally sitting on a toilet, her bladder had expanded back to its original size and her need to pee had disappeared.
“That's it,” she giggled, “my celerolectioserum has worn off and my need to pee just disappeared.” Looking at Ginny innocently, she asked: “Can I push it out and go to potion's empty or should I hold it?”
“After I peed myself in the great hall,” Ginny asked. “Don't even think about it, you can hold it.”
“I can't,” Hermione playfully protested, “I don't have an urge to go so there's nothing to hold!”
The girls hurried into the dorm room and finding they were alone, Hermione made a show of removing her skirt – which had a damp spot on it where she had been holding herself – and thong. Ginny followed the example and removed her own skirt and thong.
Hermione walked close to Ginny and whispered into her ear: “Now let me see how that nipple of yours is doing.” She quickly removed Ginny's robe followed by her blouse and finally unclasped her bra, allowing it to slide off together with all the stuffed in toilet paper. She gently massaged her friend's nipples for a moment, making her moan quietly, and then giggled and stated: “Feels like you're back to normal again too.”
Glancing at the clock, Hermione suddenly said: “We're gonna be late for potions if we don't hurry.”
Quickly, both girls put on clean panties and a clean skirt and – after removing the toilet paper – Ginny put her bra, blouse and robe back on. Then, they hurried to the dungeons.
The girls entered the classroom, handed in their reports on professor Snape's desk and sat down. Hermione felt slightly nervous. Her bladder had probably been far from empty but not full enough to make her feel an urge to pee at the start of a long class many times before, but she never knew and now she did know as she had been losing control when her bladder grew and she hadn't peed since. Besides that, her clit was burning, begging for attention after all the arousing events of that morning.
“Today's class,” Snape explained, “will consist of three parts. During the first two hours of this class you will be working on brewing a basic potion that is most like the one you are going to try to create during this course, or if you are creating an improved version of an existing potion, you will create the original potion, which I will adapt to ensure it can be tried safely and it can be brewed within two hours.”
“Next, you will have an hour to discuss your findings with a classmate, exchange ideas and go to the library for more research if you need to. During the last hour of this class, you can discuss your ideas with a second classmate, but you are to stay in this room as I will call you to my desk one by one to discuss your reports with me.”
Snape quickly scanned through the reports and handed everyone a recipe for the potion they were to brew. For her creation of a perfect polyjuice potion, Hermione would off course have had to brew a polyjuice potion, but the brewing thereof would have taken a month, not hours. Snape thus handed her a recipe for partial polyjuice potion, a potion which effects last no longer then an hour and which changes only one part of one's body into that part of someone else's.
As a quidditch lover, Ginny had been looking for a potion that could enable to temporarily fly without a broom. After finding out only dark wizards could do this without any artificial help and talking to Hermione, she had settled on trying to create a potion that could give her wings.
Off course, an ordinary polyjuice potion wouldn't do this, as this could only be used to transform into another human. She had based her theoretical proof on the fact a potion like this could be based on another potion: organitinerosum, a not very useful and thus rarely used, but easy to brew potion that could temporarily move an organ to another place within the body that contained it.
Her plan was to base a potion on this that would temporarily reshape her body's contents to use some less space and use the leftover skin to connect her arms to the sides of her torso so that it would serve as wings when she spread her arms.
Snape had warned Ginny not to jump out of one of Hogwarts’ towers if she would succeed, but had approved this plan and handed her a recipe for organiterosum.
The girls read the recipes and quickly started brewing their potions. While they worked, Hermione said: “So, using this potion, I can transorm any specific part of my body no bigger than my head into the comparable part of someone else's body for an hour. All I’ll need is a hair comming from that part of that person's body. Should I just go for my head or do you think this could be more... fun?”
“I could, for example, try to get a penis, but I'd need a boy's pubic hair for that. Off course, another girl's vulva or even boobs could be at least as much fun,” she added, blushing as she thought about the possibilities.
“I'm not sure yet, but how about my potion? I just need to pronounce the name of the organ I want to move right before drinking the potion , including a hair comming from the part of my body where I want it to go. Off course I could do something lame and unnoticable as moving my lungs to my legs, but I thought moving my bladder could be more fun. Whereto should I move it ‘though?”
QUESTIONS FOR CHAPTER 14
- What part of who's body should Hermione try to obtain?
- How should she obtain the necessary hair?
- Whereto should Ginny try to move her bladder? Note that any connection will magically be kept in tact, so while moving it, the bladder will remain connected to the ureters and urethra like normally and will keep being filled and void into the urethral opening in the vulva. |
CHAPTER 14
“After what the last potion did to my bladder, I think you should set your bladder a challenge,” Hermione replied. “How about you try moving it to one of your buttocks, so there will be some extra pressure on it a lot of the time?”
“Sound like fun,” Ginny said with a naughty smile. “You should do something fun and a bit hard too then ‘though. How about you try carrying around my assets for a day, she suggested, motioning towards her ample bust.
“That's a deal,” Hermione laughed. “So I guess well need a hair from your bottom and one for your boobs then.”
“Yeah, I can't really obtain those in the middle of the classroom ‘though,” Ginny replied blushing. She raised her hand and when she caught Snape's attention, she asked if they could be excused to obtain the last ingredient for their potions.
Having handed out the recipes himself, Snape understood they had to get hairs from somewhere on her body, and he allowed them to leave, only just able to supress a curious smile.
Hermione quickly followed Ginny into a stall in the nearest girls' room where she gladly helped her friend take off her robe, blouse, skirt, bra and finally her panties, leaving her in just her shoes.
When she let her eyes slip from Ginny’s body for a moment, her mind suddenly seemed to register where she was and she became aware of a slight need to pee. She playfully crossed her legs and asked: “Ginny, can I go pee?”
“With me about to move my bladder to my bottom,” Ginny laughed, “don’t even think about it. If I can hold it, so can you. Now get your pincet and get these hairs we need, before I make up my mind and do it myself.”
Happy with the excuse to touch Ginny's chest and bottom, Hermione quickly obliged and before long the girls were on their way back to the classroom.
They both quickly added the last ingredients they brought to their potions and raised there hands to signal for Snape to come and check if they were safe to drink.
“You seem to have done well,” Snape quickly conclude. “I must inform you that while these potions do not have any mentionable side effects, their intended effects may make life a bit uncomfortable for the next 24 hours if you make poor choices, but that should be obvious.”
When Snape walked away, Hermione mentioned: “The recipe made me brew a lot of this stuff and it clearly states I need to drink all of it. It seems like there is about a liter in there ‘though.” Whispering, she added: “I guess you get where that will be going during the second half of this class.”
“Yeah, hehe,” Ginny replied. “Luckily I only need to drink one large glass, although that still kinda worries me if I'll really be sitting on my bladder for the next two hours without any reasonable option to go relieve it.”
“Bottoms up,” Hermione cheered before downing her potion, followed immediatly by Ginny. Barely a second after she gulped down the last bit of the potion, Hermioned felt a tension in her breast. A bit like when she was about to start her period. Then, she felt her breast were getting heavier and her bra cups were becomming thighter. Finally, the tension subsided again and when she thought the transformation was over, she turned to Ginny, about to ask her if she could borrow a bra, as hers was now clearly too small.
Ginny, however, looked tense and was clearly still undergoing her transformation. When she had finished drinking, she had felt nothing at first, but after a couple of seconds she felt her skirt become tighter at her left hip and had to squeeze her legs together to battle a sudden, sharp urge to pee. She realized her bladder was actually, physically moving to its new location and soon the urge to pee subsided again while she felt the tension move to her left lower back, where her waistband was a bit looser. Finally, the feeling moved to her left buttock and then completely subsided again.
When Ginny looked relaxed again, Hermione asked: “Uhm, Ginny, could I borrow a bra of yours? This doesn't really fit.” She motioned towards her boobs pushing against the fabric of her bra and spilling over the top of the cups. “H-how are you anyway,” she quickly added, realizing it would have been nicer if she had asked the second question first.
“I'm fine now,” Ginny replied, laughing off Hermione's slight rudeness. “Let's go get you a better fitting bra.” She raised her hands and asked Snape if they could go change as their clothes were not fitting properly anymore after their transformation. He decided to allow this and the girls set off towards the girls dorm room in the Griffyndor tower.
Soon, they reached the stairs and Hermione discovered the first struggle of having bigger boobs. Every step hurt a bit as her current bra didn't do much tok support her breast and soon she was holding her breast in place with her hands, hoping only Ginny would see.
Soon, they made it to the dorm room, unseen, luckily for Hermione. As soon as she had made sure they were alone, Hermione walked up to Ginny who was bent over her underwear drawer and squeezed her ass, or more specifically, her left buttock. Ginny gasped loudly and clamped her legs together. When her sudden urge to pee subside again, she stood up and giggled: “You'd better not do that when I actually need to pee. That was intense.”
Then, Ginny took off Hermione's robe, blouse and bra and took a moment to admire her breast, or her own breast, technically. “They look good on you,” she giggled before handing Hermione a simple white bra.
While Hermione got dressed again, Ginny took off her skirt and changed it for a higher waisted one. “The waistband was digging into my bladder already and I barely need to pee yet,” she laughed.
“Do we have time to go pee,” Ginny asked when they were both dressed again. “I'm kinda scared to sit down even this mild urge to pee I'm feeling.”
“I could do with a pee too by now,” Hermione agreed, “but I'm afraid our research time will start in five minutes and Snape will probably kill us if we aren't back before he tells the class brewing time is over.”
The girls went back to their classroom in the dungeons and Hermione was glad to find Ginny's bra did a much better job at holding her boobs steady. They arrived just when Snape requested everyone to sit down with the person they wanted to discuss and research their plans with.
Obviously, Hermione and Ginny each wanted to see how the other would handle her filling bladder and they stuck together. Hermione quickly sat down beside an empty desk. Ginny stood beside that desk hesitating for a moment and then carefully sat down.
The moment Ginny's bottom touched the chair, she felt a slight twinge in her bladder. When she realky sat down and rested her weight on it, the feeling intensified to a not desperate, but certainly strong urge to pee. Ginny moaned quietly and crossed her legs in response. Hermione smiled when she noticed this. She herself had also crossed her legs a bit tighter than she normally would, attempting to be be able to forget about her own rapidly filling bladder for a moment more.
“For the next hour, you are to discuss your plans with the classmate of your choice,” Snape said. “Value any idea as a good one, but show some criticism when it comes to the means by which your partner plans to reach his goals. Reason about them tgether and try to make a up a plan for a first try at reaching your goal. I expect you to make a first attempt to brew your potion during tomorrow's class at the latest and I expect a report on this attempt no later than at the start of thurseday's class.”
“You are allowed to visit the library for the next hour. No dwelling in the hallways and no visiting your house's common room or even a bathroom ‘though. If I catch you anywhere other than in my classroom, in the library or on your way directly from one to the other without my explicit permission, I will take it that you cannot handle the freedom I give you in this course and I will not hesitate to kick you out. Start working!”
Ginny felt slightly worried when Snape explicitely mentioned they couldn't deffer from the route towards the library even for a quick bathroom visit. She wasn't sure she would be able to ignore the strong signals her bladder was sending for two hours.
Hermione also worried about her filling bladder for a moment. The large potion she drank was making her bladder fill fast and although her need to pee was still managable, she didn't think that would still be the case in two hours. She decided to worry about that later ‘though and asked Ginny:
“So, moving an organ seems to be working fine. Next, you seem to need to be able to move skin. Have you thought about how to do that?”
Ginny explained what things she was planning to change to do this and Hermione nodded in agreement as she talked. “I think you’ve got that covered,” she replied, uncrossing and recrossing her legs while she did. “So how do you plan to move multiple organs and skin all together in the right order?”
“I think I'll just need to take multiple potions in the right order,” Ginny replied tensing up as her bladder once again protested against the pressure applied to it from the inside and the outside. She carefully avoided squirming in her chair as she had previously experienced it only made matters worse.
“So how you figured out what things can and should be moved in what order,” Hermione continued her questioning.
“I haven't,” Ginny replied, “I know nothing about human anatomy. I was hoping madam Pomfrey could help with that.
“There's muggle books on anatomy in the library,” Hermione said, “let's have a look at those first this afternoon so you won't be asking madam Pomfrey questions to which the answers are obvious.”
“All right then, good idea,” Ginny agreed. “So, onto your plans then.” In her mind, Ginny added “quickly!” to that last statement. She was becomming desperate for a pee and had to fight het instincts to avoid breaking into aitting pee dance, which would only make matters worse and she hoped to be able to stand up at least for a walk to the library soon, to get some relieve.
“You told me you found that the ingredients in standard polyjuice potion are correct. How do you plan to make it work?”
“The presence of a wizard should have an influence, but the way of mixing the ingredients seems to be the most important. I want to study the ingredients in the library and if necessary I'll ask professor Sprout or Hagrid for input on how to treat some ingredients I may still be unsure about afterwards, depending on whether they come from a creature or a plant.”
“Sounds like a plan. So let's head to the library then,” Ginny suggested in reply.
“Yeah, let's go, before someone pees herself from sitting down too long,” Hermione agreed with a wink.
The girls quickly got up and Ginny took a moment to finally squirm a bit to help her control her need without having to fear pushing on her bladder. Walking the stairs was very uncomfortable for both girls, but they eventually got to the library.
END OF CHAPTER 14
I don't have any specific questions for chapter 15 but feedback and suggestions are welcome. |
CHAPTER 15
In the library, the girls split up as Hermione went to look for books on herbology that could include information about ingredients for perfect polyjuice potion and books on ingredients for potions coming from animals that could also contain anything on ingredients of the potion, while Ginny went to look for books on human anatomy.
While Ginny clearly did not need to pee as badly as she thought while she had been sitting on her bladder and her bladder calmed down while she walked, the opposite was true for Hermione. Standing up, bending over and walking around looking for books made her all the more aware of the big potion she had drunk making its way into her bladder.
About fifteen minutes later and with slightly less than half an hour to go until they would have to get back to the dungeons the girls re-joined at a study table . Hermione gladly sat down immediately and used the relative privacy created by the table to give herself a quick squeeze.
“I'm gonna have to visit the bathroom if Snape excuses me to change back into my own bra after my stops working,” she whispered to Ginny.
“There is no way I can hold this another hour and a half. I'm not even sure I can hold all this until then. How are you doing?”
“I can handle it for now, but I'm scared that will change the second I sit down. I'll just stand for now ‘though.”
With that, the girls started reading in the books they found. Ginny was standing, leaning over the table. She was absentmindedly tapping her feet and uncrossed and recrossed her legs every once in a while, but like she had said, she could handle it for the time being. Hermione on the other hand, was nervously squirming in her chair and had to squeeze her crotch beneath the table more and more frequently as particularly strong waves of urgency hit her.
Ten minutes before they had to be back in class, they discussed their findings.
“All relevant ingredients should work their magic best at around 310K, which is what was done in many attempts to brew perfect polyjuice potion before,” Hermione told. “I'll have to talk to professor Sprout and Hagrid later and see what else might affect their effect on the potion and may have been missed before.”
“I'll need to move skin and bones mostly,” Ginny stated. “I want to connect my wings to my arms, so I can't use them, but it seems like my legs would do for the most part so I'll have to try figuring out how to use them. That seems saver then using anything from around my organs. I'll have to plan that further tonight while you visit Hagrid and professor Sprout.”
“Uh, Ginny,” Hermione asked, “I’m afraid standing and walking will be... challenging for me by now. Could you perhaps put my books back on the shelves too?”
For a moment, Ginny thought about declining and enjoying the sight of Hermione hobbling around the library to do it herself, but she saw her friend was serious and decided she would get to watch a nice show on their way back to class anyway. Ginny quickly put all their books back on the shelves and then waited for Hermione to get up and leave with her.
Hermione gave her crotch one last squeeze in an attempt to reinforce her muscles and then slowly got up. She groaned quietly and felt a drip of pee make its way into her panties. She froze for a moment until her bladder calmed back down a bit and then started walking stiffly.
Ginny quickly followed and could not suppress a smile when she saw Hermione walk. She realized she would probably be in a worse state soon, however, and started wondering what to do. Her need to pee was fairly strong by now and with the extra pressure sitting down would put on her bladder, she definitely would not be able to hold it another hour herself and unlike Hermione, she did not really have an excuse to use to get professor Snape to allow her to leave.
They arrived back in class almost exactly at the same time as all others who had gone to the library and Snape started talking as soon as they entered the classroom, repeating what they were expected to do for the last hour of class.
Both girls were paired up with Slytherins they barely knew and who did not stand out in potions and especially Hermione did not expect to get any useful input. She was glad however, to sit down, even despite who her neighbour was. It made her feel a little safer that she would be able to avoid more leakage for the time being.
Ginny on the other hand, sat down slowly and carefully and immediately shove a hand up her skirt when she felt her desperation at least double. She could only hope that Hermione – who smiled at her – was the only one who had noticed her bold move and that she would be able to keep her underwear – and more importantly, her skirt – dry until she came up with an excuse to get to a bathroom. She knew Snape would decline her request if she would just ask to go to the bathroom.
Just then, right before she would have begun discussing her project once again, Hermione felt her breast shrink and gladly used the opportunity to ask professor Snape to be excused to deal with the effects of the potion she had drunk. Snape, off course, had seen this coming and allowed her to leave.
Hermione knew she would not make it to a bathroom in time anymore the moment she stood up. She stiffly walked out of the classroom, already feeling her underwear get soaked to the point where her legs would soon start to get wet. Outside, she quickly casted a notice-me-not charm on herself as she had seen Luna do before and just made a mad dash into the Gryffindor tower, while grabbing her pussy for dear life, through the common room, into the bathroom. Before she could even sit down on the toilet, the floodgates opened and a torrent of pee shot through her ready soaked panties and skirt.
When she finally finished peeing, she waved her wand to clean up the puddle of pee on the floor. Once again, she ditched her panties in the washing bin and hoped not to pass anyone on her way from the bathroom to the dormitory, which luckily did not happen. Aware that Snape expected her back in class soon, Hermione quickly changed her bra and skirt and put on clean panties, ignoring the – by now familiar – throbbing of her clit.
Right when Hermione entered the classroom again, Ginny felt her control slip for a moment, resulting in a wet spot in her underwear. This was no good. There were fifty minutes left of class, in which she would have to get up and discuss her report with Snape for a few minutes. Her bladder definitely would not be able to handle that anymore. But peeing herself in front of Snape or getting his permission to leave class just to go pee really were no options either.
END OF CHAPTER 15
The girls' and our wishes to play with their bladders have gotten Ginny into a difficult position. Please suggest ways she can handle her problem and we'll see what happens to Ginny. |
As always, this took longer than we all would have liked it to, but here it is:
CHAPTER 16
“H-Hermione,” Ginny whispered in a panicked voice when both girls they were working with stopped paying attention to them once again. “I can’t hold it much longer. What do I do?”
Seeing her friend was really panicking now, Hermione saw no other option and quickly got the largest flask she could find from her bag. “Pee in this,” she whispered. “No one will notice if you do it beneath your desk right now.”
Ginny turned crimson at the thought of what she was about to do, but a new spasm of her bladder caused a spurt of pee to run down her leg and reminded her of the fact she was out of other options. She moved to the front of her chair and reached beneath her skirt to pull her soaked underwear to the side before placing the bottle between her legs. She was already losing more spurts, which made it easy for her to locate her peehole. She pressed the flask against it and relaxed just enough to let a constant stream come out of her. It hurt but she did not dare to relax completely as she was afraid she would not be able to stop in time anymore if she did and she knew the flask was much smaller than her bladder.
Soon, way sooner than she would have liked, Ginny filled up the flask. She had released a quarter of her bladder's contents but it was enough to allow her to regain control for now. She just hoped she would be able to hold the rest until after class. Still afraid of being noticed, Ginny quickly put a stopper in the flask, pulled her fairly wet underwear back up and put the flask in her bag.
Hermione was glad she had been able to watch that show until the end, because just seconds later, professor Snape called her to his desk. After she explained her plans to him in detail, he told her she had set herself a real challenge and he expected her to fail, but he went on to help her anyway.
“I agree with you on the options you found to improve the potion's effect. Also, a magical human being should do for a magical influence present at the brewing. However, I am afraid it may need to be closer to the potion, possibly in it as an ingredient, but you can't put a human in a potion for obvious reasons. Maybe a hair or something like that could do, but you will need to look into that more.”
“In addition,” Snape continued, “the way of mixing ingredients does indeed matter in some potions, but this goes only for ingredients that come from animals. Hagrid should indeed be a good source for ideas on that, but asking professor Sprout would just be a waste of her time. Now see if you can learn more from the student from my house you are working with.”
Over the years, Hermione had learned to ignore comments like the last one coming from Snape and she went back to her place. Just like Ginny had been doing, she tried to squeeze any useful information out of her partner, but that was futile and her partner did not even bother to ask her any questions. Therefore, the remainder of the class went by pretty uneventful for both girls, until Snape called Ginny to his desk just five minutes before the end of class.
When Ginny sat down at Snape's desk, she felt her bladder throb in response to the sudden increase in pressure, but she knew it was caused by sitting down and not by her bladder actually getting that full again already. Knowing that changing positions would only make things worse, she just ignored it and hoped Snape would hurry up.
“You seem to be on the right track with combining multiple potions. Your work should focus on figuring out the anatomy for now as you suggested,” Snape said. “Madam Pomfrey doesn't like to come up with creative ideas ‘though. You'll have to think this through and ask her to confirm the changes you intend to make are safe. I'll make that a requirement for combining any of these potions too, for your own safety. I know too little about human anatomy to help you with that.”
Just as Ginny prepared to get up again and grant her bladder some relieve, Snape continued talking and Ginny could not help a leak from further soaking her underwear.
“I noticed you're teaming up with miss Granger and I couldn't help but think your potion may be the solution for brewing hers. She may need access to strange parts of her body to gather ingredients. Go visit Hagrid with her and work out plans for the necessary changes to your bodies for both potions together. You'll both profit from that.” With that, Snape stood up, raised his voice and said: “Class dismissed!”
Ginny almost jumped up and hurried out of the classroom, to the nearest bathroom. The moment she walked out again, she was greeted by Hermione, who had easily guessed where Ginny had gone.
“Made it,” Hermione asked.
“Sort of,” Ginny replied before leading her friend's hand under her skirt to let her feel the dampness of her panties.
“Hmm, so naughty,” Hermione giggled when she felt that Ginny must have been leaking. “There's an hour left before dinner. Wanna come help me do something about my throbbing clit.”
Ginny blushed fiercely, but replied: “Gladly, and I hope you can do the same for me. Not tonight ‘though. If I can survive sitting on my bladder, you can certainly deal with some arousal until tomorrow and then we'll have almost to whole castle to ourselves.”
“Fair enough,” Hermione replied, despite biting her lip in frustration. It was going to be a long wait until next evening, but she would make sure it would be worth the wait. “In fact,” Hermione continued, “I really need to take a shower now anyway. We both do, I guess. Wanna come join me?”
Ginny nodded enthusiastically and the girls hurried back to their dormitory, got each other some clothes to wear to dinner and took them into a shower stall; one single shower stall that is. Immediately after she locked the door, Hermione started undressing Ginny and Ginny joined in by stripping Hermione.
Soon they were showering and Hermione's hand unconsciously inched towards her burning nethers, until Ginny stopped it, whispering: “Not yet. Tomorrow.”
Hermione groaned but obeyed. Upon finishing their shower, the girls dried off each other's body and Hermione made sure to give Ginny's left bum cheek a good squeeze as she did. Ginny squealed in surprise as she felt a drip of pee flow down her leg despite not having felt even the slightest need to pee right before.
“Hey! You made me pee myself a bit there,” she said, playing angry. Hermione laughed and just continued by getting Ginny into her fresh clothes.
Soon, the girls were on their way to the great hall and Ginny told Hermione: “Snape told me to join you on your visit to Hagrid tonight. He said you might be able to use a potion like the ones I'm trying to brew to reach parts of your body you normally can't. Is it okay if I come and join you on your visit to Hagrid so I'll know what you’ll be talking about if you’ll actually have a question for me on this later on? You can join me to madam Pomfrey afterwards too if you'd like to.”
“Sure, sounds like a plan and at worst we can keep each other company,” Hermione replied. "For now, let's eat ‘though. I'm starving,” she added as they reached the great hall.
Dinner went by pretty uneventful, although Ginny made sure to hint Hermione about any liquids she consumed (a large glass of pumpkin juice and some soup) and Hermione in turn made sure to drink about twice as much (two large glasses of pumpkin juice, some soup and a slush puppie for desert).
“So are we going straight to Hagrid's,” Hermione asked as they walked out of the great hall. She was not feeling any effects from all she drank yet and considered a bathroom visit unnecessary for now despite knowing she would definitely need to go later, as she had about a litre of liquids with that dinner.
Ginny hesitated for a moment as she had been feeling her bladder start to fill up around the end of dinner, but she truthfully said: “Yeah, let's go. I'm fine now that I'm standing. And I don't mind having to deal with sitting for a while. We’re not gonna be with Hagrid all night are we?”
“Probably not,” Hermione agreed, proceeding through the castle's exit, to Hagrid's house.
“Hello there, girls,” Hagrid greeted them as Hermione and Ginny walked into his house.
“Hi Hagrid,” they replied in unison. As Hermione sat down, the movement made her notice her bladder was filling now too, but it was barely noticeable for now so she just ignored it and accepted the cup of tea Hagrid offered her, as did Ginny, even ‘though she had had to clamp her thighs together to control herself as her bladder protested against the sudden increase in pressure on it.
“What brings you hear tonight,” Hagrid asked.
Hermione began to explain about their potions classes and her plan to brew perfect polyjuice potion and how she hoped to get something useful out of characteristics of the animals ingredients of the potion come from. She also explained Ginny was there to help if an animal would like the presence of a specific body part and having that accessible at the brewing could help.
“Well then, let's go over the ingredients, shall we,” Hagrid suggested. Hermione got her notebook and quickly handed Hagrid a copy of the ingredients.
“Lacewing flies, bicorn and boomslang,” Hagrid mumbled, quickly identifying the animals producing ingredients on the list. As he explained the basic characteristics of first bicorns and then boomslangs, Ginny quickly got bored, which did not help her deal with her rapidly filling, compressed bladder. Having learned from previous mistakes, she tried hard not to start wiggling in her chair, but she could not help squeezing her thighs together every once in a while. Hermione's bladder was not filling up any slower, but she was too focussed on the conversation to notice it for the time being.
“That brings us to lacewing flies,” Hagrid finally said to Hermione's dismay. None of the characteristics of the other animals had seemed useful to potion making and she was starting to lose faith in this approach. Hagrid's next statement got her enthusiastic again however and even got Ginny listening again.
“I kept discussing these creepy little creatures to finish with as they have some weird characteristics that may be just what you are looking for,” Hagrid said, “but some of which are also a bit gross to most people. I actually hoped you would have found your answer before we came to this point.”
“They sleep in big piles, you see, all on top of and against each other as the enjoy being under a bit of pressure. They are literally compressed under each other's weight. And their days they spend looking for food and drinks. Drinks, yes, you heard that right. They tend to end up drinking water in nature, but people breeding them found out that's not what they're looking for. They fly straight by any pool of even the purest water when they have drunken recently enough to keep looking without getting dehydrated too much. Here's the point you see: these animals grow twice as big when you give them to drink what they actually like. According to your theory, that may be what the potion is missing. But what they drink cannot be bought, you can only create it as it is... it is... human pee. Urine. Waste liquid. And it needs to be fresh. Keep it more than ten minutes after... producing it and they don't want it anymore, you see.”
At Hagrid's last comment, Ginny groaned inwardly and quickly crossed her legs as she was reminded of her, by now fairly urgent, need to pee. Hermione suddenly realised how full her bladder had become too and slammed her legs against each other and nervously started tapping her foot.
“Thanks Hagrid,” Hermione quickly said, “I think that's all you can do. I'll have to see what I can do with this.” She quickly stood up and crossed her legs as she waited for Ginny to follow her example, which she gladly did and which greatly relieved her need to pee. After saying goodbye, they started walking back to the castle.
“So what do you have in mind to do with this,” Ginny asked, “it doesn't seem like a organitinerosum can help here.”
“I don't know Ginny,” Hermione replied in a strained voice. “All I know right now is that my need to pee was not increased by sitting on my bladder like yours and unlike you, I am still bursting to go after standing up.”
Ginny giggled but did not complain. She wanted to pee before sitting down with Hermione and discuss what they had just been told herself too. Besides, she realised it might be a good idea to grant her bladder some rest before their holding contest with Luna the next evening.
As the girls entered the castle, Ginny suggested discussing her potion quickly first to end the evening talking on the more interesting topic of brewing perfect polyjuice potion later. Hermione absentmindedly agreed and the girls aimed for the library to sit down together. Just before entering the library, Hermione rushed into the girls' room, followed quickly by Ginny and they both got some badly needed relief.
The girls spent the next two hours studying and discussing human anatomy, until they had figured out a way to use bones, skin and muscles from the legs to design wings between the arms and waist.
When they finished, Ginny suggested “Time for a quick pee break?”
“But I'm so excited to discuss Hagrid's input on my potion,” Hermione replied, whispering “can't you hold it?”
“I wanna be able to sit comfortably while we chat,” Ginny argued, “and I don't want to sit through class with a tired bladder under my bum tomorrow, so I need some rest.” With that, she walked off towards the bathroom before Hermione could argue more.
Hermione knew Ginny had made a good point however, and quickly followed her despite not really needing to go yet. Granting her bladder some rest would be a good idea. Not that she was worried about the classes of the next day, but she wanted to be able to put up a good fight against Luna during their holding contest that evening. And she was fairly sure that was Ginny's true motive too.
When they got back in the library, Hermione quickly casted a notice-me-not charm over them and said: “That's just so we can laugh and tease over any ideas we may come up with without attracting attention and won't have to whisper. I want to brainstorm freely for a while and I don't want us to have to hold back on ideas on topics we may find... interesting.”
Hermione quickly got her notes from their talk with Hagrid and continued: “So it's fairly obvious I could try to improve the effect of the lacewing flies in the potion. I remember they are also one of the ingredients that are expected to contribute to the transportation effect of polyjuice potion, so that seems like my best shot, doesn't it?”
“It does,” Ginny agreed, “and it's also the most interesting option. They spend their days looking for pee.”
“Yeah,” Hermione agreed giggling, “so the obvious possibility here would be to add urine to the potion. Or to replace some of the water by it, actually. The total amount of liquid in the potion cannot change. That could also be a way to add something coming from a magical human being to the potion. I should make sure the urine we use, does not come from a muggle, but that's easy given we are both magical, as is the rest of Hogwarts.”
“You should make sure to add the urine last too,” Ginny added. “Hagrid stated the lacewing flies are interested in urine that was produced no more than ten minutes before.”
“I guess that leaves us with the question how much urine should be added and thus how much less water I should add to the potion at the start,” Hermione concluded, completely missing her earlier conclusion that she had to look into the way of mixing ingredients for her potion just from being too enthusiastic talking about the topic. “Any ideas on that?”
“Not really, but if this is how to fix this potion, I think it should transport you not far enough or too far if you would add too little or too much pee, so I think it doesn't really matter for a first try and you can add more or less another time if there is an effect but it's too small or too big.”
“That sounds reasonable,” Hermione agreed. “I guess I'll just start with an amount we can easily make sure I'll have in my bladder near the end of potions class then?”
“Okay, so let's try to predict that then,” Ginny agreed enthusiastically. “It's now too late to visit madame Pomfrey so we'll need to do that tomorrow morning before breakfast, as we'll have transfiguration class, lunch and potions class back to back after that. So I think we should have a pumpkin juice right after we get up. Then at breakfast you normally have two and then a fourth one at lunch. That means you'll have drunken a litre at the start of potions class and you will be well hydrated, so there should have flown about 800mL into your bladder by then. That sounds like an amount you can hold just fine, so I think you'll just have to pee right after we get up only, drink all that and start brewing the potion with, like, 750mL of water less.”
“But Ginny, breakfast is at eight. If we're gonna talk to madame Pomfrey before that, it means we'll be getting up around half past six. I won't finish brewing until around half past three, that's NINE hours later!”
“I don't see the problem,” Ginny replied with a devilish smile.
“Okay I'll give it a go,” Hermione agreed, “but don't expect to get to pee more often yourself.”
“Deal,” Ginny replied. “Let's call it a day then, shall we?”
“I'll wake you at half past six,” Hermione reminded her as she got up.
The next morning exactly at 6:30, Hermione was woken up by the alarm spell she had cast before going to sleep. She quickly waved her wand to silence the alarm ringing in her head and walked over to Ginny's bed. She may have had her last pee of the day a bit early the night before, but she had also woken up earlier than normally, so she wasn't surprised that her bladder was full, but not too uncomfortably so and used the opportunity to take her time to wake Ginny. She kissed her, first on her foreahead, than on her lips, in her neck, on her back and then – as she saw Ginny was still fast asleep – on her left buttock.
As she had expected, that immediatly woke Ginny up. She squeezed her thighs together and her hand even slipped between them for a moment. “Morning, beauty,” Hermione giggled. She then walked back to her own bed, got dressed quickky and went into the bathroom. After visiting the toilet for what she knew would be the last time for a while, she took a quick shower before meeting Ginny again in the common room, where Ginny was standing with two glasses of pumpkin juice.
“Bottoms up,” she said as she handed Hermione one and they each chugged their drink down.
Not much later, they made their way into the hospital wing and sat down with madam Pomfrey. Ginny explained her plans to her. After thinking about it for a while, madam pomfrey agreed that Ginny's plan could work and would at least not hurt her.
Breakfast went by pretty uneventful and Hermione thought self transfiguration was rather boring, enough so that during the last half hour of class her mind kept wandering to her slowly filling bladder and Ginny's subtle squirming. By the end of class, Ginny quickly stood up and gladly felt her need to pee subside. Hermione on the other hand, stood up carefully and quickly squuezed her thighs together for a moment as standing up made her need to pee only worse.
As they walked towards the great hall for lunch, Hermione admitted: “I would normally go pee by now, or after lunch at the latest.”
“Yeah, so would I,” Ginny giggled, “and I only had one glass of pumpkin juice with breakfast, so your bladder is probably fuller. On the other hand... you're not sitting on it.”
“Only three more hours now, Ginny, you can handle it.”
During lunch, both girls kept their legs crossed, squeezing them together whenever they sipped from their drinks, but apart from that they managed to hide their needs and soon it was time for potions.
When they entered the dungeons, Ginny was glad to see Snape had set up the room without chairs as usual when they were brewing potions, as he believed brewing needed to be done standing up. That would make the comming hours much more comfortable for her.
“I hope you are all excited, ‘cause today is your first class with time to actually work on your potions. Remember that while you all have no classes tomorrow morning, that is no time to play around. I expected reports on the work you do during this class at the start of your next class, tomorrow afternoon,” Snape said when everyone had found a place to work.
“All commonly used ingredients for potions in general and those mentioned in your reports as used in previous attempts to create the potions you are trying to make are in the pantry. If you think you need anything that is not there, come talk to me to see if I think you will indeed need it and if we can figure out a way to obtain it, preferably before tomorrows class so you can continue your brewing attempts.”
“If you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask me. If you think you have finished an attempt to create your potion, come see me so I can test whether it is safe to use and discuss with me how we can evaluate its effectiveness safely. That said, I won't waste any more of your time. Go ahead and start working.”
Hermione was surprised to see that Snape seemed genuinly enthousiastic and quickly started brewing. The recipe that Snape had her make in class earlier did not differ much from the normal recipe for polyjuice potion except for the time to wait between steps and she was convinced that would have no other effect than making the potion work shorter. Therefore, she gladly reused that recipe now to experiment with, so not each attempt would take her a month.
This obviously meant she would need only about two hours again, while class was three hours and 45 minutes longer, but she assumed she would have to wait for a while before she would get to talk to Snape when she finished, testing her potion would take some time and, most importantly, the final ingredient for her potion – her pee – would not wait forever to be added.
Despite that sense of urgency, Hermione could not stop herself from quickly asking Ginny what she was going to do. “I'll brew the first few of the potions I need today and hopefully have all of them by the end of the week so I can test their combined effects then. We already know moving one body part at a time works, so there is no use in trying a single potion first.”
Working with fluids did no good for Hermione's urge and while she brew she crossed and recrossed her legs and tapped her feet more and more often. Ginny was not much better off, but definitely not worse either.
Until, suddenly just as she was finishing her potion apart from adding her pee, Hermione saw her bend forward and freeze with a pained face for a few seconds. When she was able to relax again, she whispered: “My bladder just moved back in place and there was definitely not much space for it to move over my hip under my skirt and panties. Are you almost ready to go collect our final ingredients together? I need the opportunity to pee and... change my panties.”
Hermione giggled and replied: “Just a second... Done! Let's go talk to Snape.”
The girls lined up behind two others at Snape's desk. Ginny was in a much better condition now that her bladder was back where it belonged and basically the only difference between her situation and Hermione's was that she had drunk a glass of pumpkin juice less.
Hermione on the other hand, was trying to hide her need now that she was standing at the front of the room, in sight of most of their classmates, but not really succeeding in doing so. She could not stop herself from bobbing up and down in response to her now urgent need to pee.
Ten minutes later, Snape finally addressed them: “Ladies, what can I do for you?”
Hermione blushed, looking for words for a moment until Ginny jumped in, to her relieve: “We need to collect some ingredients for our potions that are not in the pantry, professor.”
“And what is it you need, miss Weasel,” Snape asked.
Now it was Ginny's time to blush as she replied: “Hairs, professor. Body hairs.”
“And you need someone to help you collect these,” Snape asked.
“Yes, indeed, professor,” Ginny answered.
“Well then, and what do you need, miss Granger,” Snape asked, smiling.
“Urine, professor, Hermione replied quietly, blushing even brighter.
“From what animal,” Snape asked in reply. “And how do you expect to get that?”
“H-human urine, professor. F-fresh, human u-urine.” Hermione was throughoutly emberassed now, which clearly enjoyed Snape.
“And where do you expect to get that,” Snape asked, purposely making Hermione spell out what she was about to do.”
“From my bladder, professor,” Hermione replied, giving up her attempts to be subtle about her plans.
“Okay then. Don't forget to take a large flask from the pantry. It seems like you have quiet a lot of urine there, waiting to come out.”
Glad to finally get Snape's permission, Hermione stiffly walked into the pantry and grabbed a one litre flask and some tweezers. As soon as she got back, Ginny left the room with her, heading for the bathroom.
When the girls got into a stall in the nearest bathroom, Hermione quickly moved to pull up her skirt, but Ginny grabbed her arm to stop her. “Me first,” she whispered before quickly taking the toilet. “Your pee needs to be fresh,” she added, sticking her tongue out to her friend.
As Ginny let go, Hermione gasped and quickly grabbed her crotch. “Ooh... hurry up, Ginny. I don't want to lose any.” Ginny laughed, but got up as soon as she finished peeing anyway.
Hermione hiked up her skirt and took her thong all the way off. Then she hurriedly spread her lips and placed the flask right against her peehole, before letting go of a torrent of pee.
As Hermione peed, Ginny took her still damp panties off. “At least I managed to keep mine dry,” Hermione giggled.
After Hermione obtained hairs from different parts of Ginny's legs, Ginny asked: “Do I have time to run by our dorm for some fresh panties?”
“I don't think so, Gin. I don't want Snape to start asking what took us so long. All these questions he just asked were emberassing enough already. Besides, I need to add this pee to my potion. You'll just have to make sure not to pee yourself again.”
Ginny knew better than to argue with Hermione and liked the thought of going back to class commando, so she just opened their stall and walked back to the dungeon, followed closely by Hermione.
Ginny quickly added her hairs to her potions and got in line to have Snape check her potions. Meanwhile, Hermione measured 750mL of het pee. She was relieved to find out she had peed more than enough as expected, although slightly less than the 800mL Ginny and her had predicted she would pee. After adding the pee and another of Ginny's hairs to her potion and flushing the rest of her pee through the drain, she too got in line to talk to Snape, right behind Ginny.
Snape quickly allowed Ginny to drink her potions and while she was still gulping the last one down, Hermione saw her legs move up and outward until her hips connected to her wrists, and her ankles and her feet to her pelvis. It look ridicoulous, but that had worked. The skin from her legs turned out to be insufficient to fill up the space between her arms and chest, however, and her arms were left close to her chest without much space to move. Realizing she would not be able to do much for the next hour, Ginny put her hands on the ground, lifted herself up and walked back to her place on her hands. She would need to free up more material for her wings in a next attempt. And the next hour she would just have to fill with talking, as she could not even reach a table to write anything down right now.
In the mean time, Snape concluded that Hermione's potion, too, was safe to drink. He instructed her to stand halfway between Ginny and the nearest wall and drink it.
Hermione did as she was told, nervous about what would happen and then gulped down the potion. She was not surprised to notice it tasted not too bad. Potions tended to taste different than you would expect based on the ingredients that went in. She was not surprised either, to feel her thighs shrink a bit to resemble Ginny's. What happened, next, did surprise her, however. She felt like she was apparating for a moment and then suddenly found herself back in the same room, about a meter back, towards the wall, away from Ginny.
Unsure what to think, she looked at Snape. After thinking for a moment, he spoke: “Congratiolations, miss granger. You moved only about a meter while miss Weasly was about three meters away, so the effect is not strong enough and you went in the wrong direction so an ingredient clearly is not happy with what you did yet, but you got yourself moving. You seem to be on the right track. Think of how you can make this effect stronger for next class and see what you can do to turn it around."
Hermione walked over to Ginny and said: “Well, that didn't go bad for a first attempt if even Snape is happy with us. I guess we'll have to see what more we can use from your body to make your wings and have to get that idea approved by madam Pomfrey besides writing a report for you tomorrow?”
“Yeah, and for you we probably have to think about what else we can do to make lacewing flies happy to turn the effect around. As for making it stronger I'd guess you just need to add more pee,” Ginny replied.
“I thought so too,” Hermione answered. “I would like to try replacing all the water by pee, but I don't think I want to try having a litre of pee in my bladder halfway through potions class. If I can even hold that much, I would be grabbing my crotch. Would you mind helping me by collecting your pee too?”
“Aw, is your bladder too small for that,” Ginny teased. “Off course I'll help you. Half a litre each should be easy even after tonight.”
Questions for chapter 17:
- The holding contest with Luna is next. What should the rules for this contest be?
- What should Hermione change to her recipe as a next attempt to creat perfect polyjuice potion, apart from replacing all the water (thus more) with pee? |
Wow, has it really been two years? The pandemic really was a mood killer for me I guess, although I also took some time to think some things through for later chapters. As always I plan to speed things up again, but I guess you will just have to see when the next chapter will appear. It could be tomorrow, but apparently I might also take years. Anyway, here it finally is:
CHAPTER 17
45 minutes later Ginny's body got back into its original shape and as she walked out of the dungeons with Hermione who had stayed behind to keep her company, she said:
“I'm gonna need to get back to our dormitory and put on some underwear before dinner. Do you want to come and maybe change too? I figured I'd wear something sexy underneath tonight.”
Hermione nodded and excitedly followed Ginny into the – fortunately empty – Gryffindor girls dormitory. She searched her wardrobe and pulled out a black lace leotard from the back of her underwear drawer.
“This is definitely the sexiest I have, but wearing something that requires me to strip completely naked to pee is clearly a disadvantage for tonight, so I'll only wear it if you've got something difficult too,” she said.
“Don't worry,” Ginny replied as she turned to her own wardrobe, “this should work.”
Moments later, she held up her own sexy leotard to Hermione. A red one that beautifully matched with her hair.
“Awesome,” Hermione said as she felt her clit throb with excitement. “I would like to keep how I look in this a surprise for tonight, so I'm gonna go put this on in the bathroom.”
Both girls hid their outfits in their bags and walked over to the bathrooms as casually as they could manage. Inside a stall Hermione stripped down and blushed as she saw just how damp her panties had become from her arousal. She then put her bra and panties in her bag, exchanging them for the leotard, which she put on before putting her skirt, blouse and robe back on.
When she left the stall, Hermione was greeted by Ginny, who looked no different, but the smile on her face told Hermione that she too had changed her underwear. The real fun would have to wait just a little longer, however and girls quickly went to the great hall for dinner, with only a short detour back through their dorm to put their underwear in the washing bin.
Just before dinner was served, mail arrived and both Ginny and Hermione were surprised to receive a letter from Luna, which they quickly read, taking care that no one was reading along.
“Hi girls,” it read,
“I figured I probably have the most experience with things like what we planned for tonight, so I took the liberty of deciding on some preparation steps.”
“1. All of us will drink three glasses with dinner. That should be enough to get our bladders filling, but not enough to make us burst too soon.”
“2. After dinner, we return to our own house's bathroom immediately and pee as soon as we get there, so that none of us starts with a bladder already filled more than others'.”
“3. After that, there is no more drinking or peeing until we meet.”
“As soon as everyone from my house has left, I will get to the portrait of the fat lady. I expect you to wait there to let me in after all Gryffindors have left. If you're not there yet when I arrive, I will take it there are still others present and will just hang around until you come get me.”
“With love, Luna.”
“P.s. I figured being the only one seeing nargels would put me at an advantage, so I bewitched glasses for the two of you and will bring these.”
Hermione did her best not to look to flustered after reading that, but gladly noticed Harry and Ron had already started eating and were not paying attention to her. She quickly poured herself some pumpkin juice, filled her plate and started eating.
After that, dinner went by uneventful and soon Hermione and Ginny found themselves on their way back to the Gryffindor tower, after they had said goodbye to Harry and Ron who decided to go straight to Hogsmeade.
Entering the bathroom, Hermione was glad she was not actually in any urgent need to pee this time, as many girls had apparently decided to go for a pee before leaving for Hogsmeade and there was a short line for the toilet stalls.
When they had both made sure their bladders were empty, Hermione and Ginny sat down in the common room and waited for everyone else to leave. When they were finally alone, Ginny went to check the girls' bathroom and dormitory and Hermione magically checked the corresponding boys' rooms for any living presence. Finding no one, the girls walked out and found Luna already waiting for them.
“Hey there,” Luna greeted enthusiastically as the other girls lead her back into the common room. “I'm glad to see you're all as excited for this as I am and none of us seems to have any need to pee yet. Here, have a look.”
With her last statement, Luna handed Ginny and Hermione the glasses she had promised them, which they both put on immediately to see what Luna meant. Just like Luna had described before, they saw little dots dance around their crotches, as well as a few around their bladders every once in a while.
“Fascinating,” Hermione replied. “Thanks, Luna!”
“You can keep those,” Luna said. “Anyway, onto way more interesting subjects than nargels: what are we doing tonight? For me, the most fun is always when you really cannot hold it anymore, so if you can agree, I'd like to just see who can hold it the longest and not go for who can pee the largest volume or anything like that, as it would require you to give up in time to measure your pee.”
“That makes sense,” Ginny agreed, “but given that we want to finish before anyone gets back, I do think we should drink more.”
“Absolutely,” Hermione replied, “I say we should drink the same amounts at the same times, unless any of us has a much larger or smaller bladder, but I think Ginny and I are pretty equal.”
Ginny nodded and Hermione continued: “With the effects of a recent potions experiment I found out that I should be able to hold just over a litre.”
“You'll have to tell me more about that experiment,” Luna said curiously, “but my bladder gets only slightly bigger than that on good days, so I think we should be okay drinking equal amounts then. How about a glass of pumpkin juice every half hour?”
Ginny and Hermione quickly agreed and each of them started drinking a glass of pumpkin juice.
“So what happens when one of us can't hold it anymore,” Hermione asked.
“Well, if we don't want anyone to give up too early, I'd say she would pee herself,” Ginny said.
“Good idea,” Luna agreed, “that gives a bit of an incentive to win too. The winner can pee on the toilet if she can still make it there after winning.”
“So what about leaking,” Ginny asked. “I ehm, start leaking really small amounts long before I burst.”
“I tend to play this game such that anything your underwear can absorb doesn't make you lose,” Luna replied, “but we would have to strip down to our underwear to be able to judge that and I don't know if you're up for that.”
“We dressed up for the occasion,” Hermione giggled, winking at Ginny.
When she finished her pumpkin juice, she stood up, took off her robe and started unbuttoning her blouse. Ginny and Luna quickly downed the remainders of their drinks and followed the example.
Soon, the lace of Hermione’s leotard became visible and Luna cheered at how sexy it look. When it became clear that even her nipples were not really hidden, Ginny commented:
“I love how you look in that!”
When her abdomen became visible, Luna, who was not really starting to get undressed herself yet, commented too.
“I take it that little bulge isn't normally there,” she asked curiously.
“Definitely not,” Hermione replied defensively. “That's my stomach bulging from all the pumpkin juice you made us drink.”
Just as Hermione finished stripping down to her underwear, Ginny pulled her skirt down too, showing how her leotard consisted of lace all the way down, exposing little tiny parts of even her labia. Luna’s eyes seemed like they were going to fall out of her head.
“Wow...” she muttered. “You look amazing in that!”
Ginny blushed in response to that and joined Hermione in looking at Luna expectantly.
Luna quickly started unbuttoning her own shirt, showing she was wearing a bright pink bra. It had no lace and was not sheer so parts of her breasts were actually hidden unlike Ginny’s and Hermione’s, but the cups were small and left the inner and upper parts of her rather large boobs uncovered. Furthermore, when she unbuttoned her shirt further down, it became clear to the other girls that her bra was just that, a bra, and not part of a leotard or anything like that, so Luna’s stomach was completely uncovered too.
Finally, Luna dropped her skirt too, leaving them all in just their underwear. Her thong matched her bra in colour and material and did not cover more than society considered absolutely necessary either. On her front, the panties started maybe half an inch above her labia – which were clearly visible as the somewhat stretchy material gave here a cameltoe – and when she turned around to show off her back, Hermione and Ginny saw how it was a thong consisting off nothing more than a single horizontal and a single vertical string off fabric at the back, completely exposing Luna’s firm behind.
While the girls chatted away waiting for the moment they would have to drink more or any of them would start to need to pee, Hermione told all about their recent potions classes, including the side effects of drinking celerolectioserum and her struggles with the lacewing flies in her potion.
Just as Hermione was finishing up her story, an alarm went off from Luna's wand and she said:
“Chat time is over girls, that's time for another round of drinks”.
“How are you feeling?” Ginny asked nervously as she accepted another glass of pumpkin juice from Hermione. “It's not urgent at all yet, but I’d be getting up to visit the bathroom right about now if we weren't doing this contest.”
“I can definitely feel something in my bladder too by now,” Hermione agreed, “but it's not uncomfortable enough for me that I'd be leaving an interesting conversation like this just yet.”
“I'm with Hermione, maybe even slightly better off still. My bladder isn't empty anymore, but I wouldn't call this feeling an urge to pee just yet. Don't worry ‘though, I'll probably fill up fairly fast while we’re drinking this much.”
When their alarm went off again half an hour later, the situation had changed fairly drastically for all three of the girls. Ginny was laying down on one of the couches with her legs tightly crossed, Hermione was slightly bent forward while she squeezed her legs together and Luna was pacing around the room.
“Okay girls, time for another drink,” Luna declared. She walked up to Hermione and groaned when she stood still for a moment, as did Ginny when she carefully got up. “How are we all doing,” she asked.”
“I am absolutely dying for a wee,” Ginny admitted shyly as she squeezed her fingers between her tightly crossed legs to put more pressure against her aching pussy and support her muscles.
“I'm really bursting too,” Hermione replied as she carefully rubbed her bladder, even though she sounded like she was still slightly better off than Ginny.
For Luna, however, the tables appeared to have turned a bit as she too squeezed her crotch with not one, but even both of her hands. She sounded confidently, however, when she answered: “It's getting really bad indeed.”
Ten minutes later, it was once again shown that Ginny was the worst off, however. Suddenly, she gasped and bent almost double as she squeezed both of her hands against her crotch, but felt that it was not enough. When the wave of desperation she had gone through passed, she removed her hands again, revealing a tennis ball sized wet spot in the crotch of her leotard. As she had expected, she had leaked and it was not just a little bit, thankfully, however, the damaged was still contained by the thin fabric covering her vulva.
“Oh, there is so much pressure,” she complained. “I just can't keep it all in there.”
Luna smiled sympathetically, but Hermione suddenly almost yelled when her brain went in a completely different direction than her ever growing needs to pee and cum for just a moment.
“That’s it,” she said, “pressure! Why didn’t I think of that? Lacewing flies like to sleep in piles where their bodyweight puts pressure on others. They like to be under pressure! Polyjuice potion must be brewed under pressure.”
Luna burst into laughter at the unexpected outburst of Hermione. Obviously, that did nothing good for the pressure currently on her own bladder and whilst she tried to get her laughter under control, she too felt a drip squeeze into her thong, although in her case it was just that, a drip.
Almost a sudden as the subject had changed, the girls' attention was drawn back to the contest, when Ginny, clearly, once again tried to keep her peehole shut with all her might. She turned bright red, the small dribble that had escaped her control, was not stopping anymore. Soon, a drip landed on the floor, and then a second one before the dam finally burst and she pulled her hands away and spread her legs when the small dribble coming out of her turned into a torrent that forcefully landed on the floor beneath her.
Luna and Hermione cheered when they realized Ginny had lost. Ginny herself smiled too, she gad had fun. And she was still having fun as she was not planning on leaving to get cleaned up yet, eager to watch the remainder of their contest.
That contest did not go on for much longer, however. Minutes later, Ginny joked about that number of nargels she saw circling Hermione’s clit, forcing Hermione to start laughing. This caused a strong stream to burst out of her and although she managed to stop it again barely a second later, the damage had been done. The crotch of her white leotard had been soaked through, making it become somewhat transparent, but more importantly a small puddle had formed on the floor beneath her.
“Luna wins,” Ginny declared laughing.
In response, both Luna and Hermione – who was still about to explode – started rushing towards the bathroom, followed immediately by Ginny who obviously wanted to see what would happen. Luna and Hermione dashed into a stall, both leaving the door open. Whilst Luna had no trouble pulling down her panties, Hermione quickly found out getting out of her leotard in a panic while unable to use more than one hand.
“Ginny, help,” she exclaimed.
Before Ginny could do anything however, Luna released a gusher into the toilet and the effect of the sound that created on Hermione was immediate. She dropped back onto the toilet – still wearing her leotard, just when her body gave up and the rest of her pee started gushing out.
When her pee finally came to end, Luna saw the nargels flying around Hermione and Ginny and knew what she had to do. “By girls, this was fun,” was all she said before quickly disappearing, just in time before Ginny ripped down Hermione’s leotard...
QUESTIONS FOR CHAPTER 18
- Do Hermione and Ginny remember to go pee before going to bed? If not, do they wake up in the middle of the night about to explode, after all the drinks they had? Do they wet the bed?
- What other parts of her body could Ginny use to create lqrger, usable wings?
- What can Hermione try to apply pressure on her potion whilst brewing it, to satisfy the lacewing flies in it? |
Luckily with much less delay than the last one, here is yet another chapter. Although it hopefully was enjoyable, this should be fast enough to ensure people won't have to re-read the whole story.
As it seemed to be a popular idea and I know at least my roleplay partner from ages ago @DespMely enjoys these things, I focussed this chapter on lines. That's pretty much a first and I have to admit I struggled a little to 'fill the time' while our hero was waiting in line, so any critisism is welcomed.
@Edward45 I liked your suggestion to include Cho, but struggled to really feature her in this story as she is a Ravenclaw. I hope you like what I did manage to come up with and if you see opprtunities to revisit her character later in the story, please do not hesitate to point them out to me.
PLEASE NOTE this chapter includes some short mentions of male desperation too. If that's your thing, don't expect much of it as it isn't really my thing.
If this really isn't your thing, consider skipping this chapter. I was originally planning to keep this brief and only made it into its own chapter as people seemed interested and it got longer and longer while I was writing it. Therefore, there is no important progression in the plot in this chapter and you can safely rejoin our hero Hermione's adventures when she wakes up (again) tomorrow morning at the start of chapter 19.
CHAPTER 18
About an hour later, Hermione and Ginny had went to bed early, completely exhausted. Luckily for them, others who had been to Hogsmeade started arriving only after that and thus were none the wiser about the events that happened in the Gryffindor tower that night. They had woken up when others came in, but they had both been too tired to even realize that their bladders were filling again fast and just went back to sleep.
It was a few hours later when they – as well as likely everyone sleeping in the castle that night, were woken up by the sound of a particularly loud thunderclap, which was followed by heavy raining. This time, Hermione was obviously much more awake and with a shock she realized that she was absolutely dying to pee. She immediately crossed her legs and even squeezed her hand in between to push against her crotch. That is when she realized she was pushing directly at her crotch. There was nothing between her hand and her pussy. She forgot to put on underwear when she dropped into bed the night before!
Hermione noticed that all around her, girls were getting up and realized she could not get out of bed naked as she was. While she squirmed in place, she suddenly noticed Ginny's long red hair between the girls getting up and leaving the dorm in various stages of desperation to pee. She called out her name just loud enough for her to hear whilst hopefully not waking up anyone who might have still been asleep around her.
Luckily for Hermione, she managed to get Ginny’s attention and she walked over to her. Or in fact she more like hobbled over. Ginny was clearly dealing with a bladder about to explode too. She was wearing nothing more than a thong and a top that had apparently just been the first one she had found and did nothing to hide the shape of her nipples and even revealed plenty of her cleavage an the the sides of her boobs, that were jiggling up and down as she bounced in place while squeezing her thighs together.
“What is it,” Ginny whispered urgently. “I am about to piss myself.”
“So am I,” Hermione replied, “but I got into bed naked last night! Can you get me some underwear?”
Even though it almost made her lose some pee, Ginny giggled when she went straight to Hermione’s underwear drawer and threw the first pair of panties se could find towards her.
Hermione struggled for a while to get the underwear on underneath her bedsheets while also maintaining control over her bladder. When she eventually managed to do so, she carefully got up and – like Ginny had done – put on the first thing she could find that would cover her breasts for the walk through the common room from their dorm room to the girls' bathroom. Luckily, in her case this turned out to be an oversized sweater that even covered her panties.
Despite the fact that she was full on pee dancing, Ginny had waited for Hermione and when she was finally sort of presentable, they hurried out of the dorm together, surprisingly leaving it empty as apparently every girl in Gryffindor had left before them. As soon as they entered the common room, they were shocked by what they saw.
Besides them, boys were filing out of their dormitory. Most of them pressing their legs together and some of them even squeezing their penis through their boxers, which were all they were wearing. In front of them, their were three lines. On each side of the room their was a line consisting of only boys and only girls respectively, leading into the corresponding bathroom. In between them was a line leading out into the hallway, consisting of boys and girls together, who seemed to be equally desperate to pee as the people in the other lines, but had decided it would be faster to hurry towards a different bathroom.
“Shit,” Ginny exclaimed, untypically profane for her. “What do we do,” she asked. “I can’t wait!”
“The bathrooms near the library,” Hermione replied after thinking for a second, even though she started blushing at the thought of walking out ‘dressed' like they were alone. “I know a short route their and they are usually clean and quiet.”
Ginny followed Hermione as they made their way towards the library. On their way out, they passed Harry and Ron, who were in the line for the boys room in the Gryffindor tower. Harry did not even try to hide the fact that he stared at Ginny’s barely covered breasts and Hermione could not help blushing when she saw Ron grabbing his penis through his boxers from the corner of her eye even though she politely looked away immediatly.
The further the girls got away from the Gryffindor tower, the more students they started to pass. There were other Gryffindors who had left before them and were apparently unaware of the shortcut Hermione had taken, but they saw more and more students from other houses too. What all these students had in common, was the reason they were illegally out of bed in the middle of the night. They were all hurrying towards a bathroom. Some of the were only walking a little stiff and had even taken the time to get dressed properly, but most were either bent forward and grabbing at their crotches in sheer desperation.
When they finally reached the bathrooms near the entry to the library, both girls gasped in shock when they saw the line. Hermione was well aware there were only four stalls in this girls' room and in the line that came through the door, there were dozens of girls waiting. Apparently almost every student in Hogwarts had woken up at the same time and needed to go to the bathroom urgently.
When they joined the line, Hermione drew her wand to quickly count the girls in line and concluded there were at least forty, meaning there were about ten girls waiting in front of them per stall. Even with most of them wearing few clothes for once, she estimated that would mean they would have to wait for over twenty minutes. She groaned quietly and pressed her hand against her crotch. If she wanted to stand a chance to make it into a stall in time at all, she would have to give her sphincters any help she could and modestly keeping her sweater down and her hands away from her panties was out of the question.
Waiting in front of them, was Cho Chang, the Ravenclaw Ginny still detested for having dated Harry and always looking flawlessly. Ginny could not help smiling when she realized that right now, this could not have been further from the truth. Cho appeared to be one of the girls in the line that were in the worst situation. Her tiny white thong did nothing to hide her ass and Ginny could not imagine it covered much more at the front, although her hands might have helped with that as she was clearly pressing them into her crotch. Even from behind Ginny could see her fingertips appear between her crossed legs.
Higher up, there was not much more of Cho's normal elegance showing. Her hair was a mess and her light blue top clung to her sweaty back.
“Hey Cho,” Hermione – who thought she was actually kind of nice company – greeted Cho. “How was Hogsmeade last night?”
When Cho turned around to answer, it became clear her situation was even more dire than it had appeared from the back. Between her fingers, Ginny could see a wet spot on her thong and when she tried to answer Hermione’s question, Ginny saw a drip of liquid seep down her leg. “I drank too much,” she groaned. Her voice trembled.
All three of them knew that Cho would never make it through this line, but still it happened sooner than any of them had expected. When the line moved again, Cho started turning back around to move along, but before she had turned even half way around, it happened.
Cho froze, turned pale and squeezed every muscle in her body that could possibly hold on to her pee. Yet the contraction of her bladder, that Ginny could even see happening right above her tiny underwear, was too strong. A second drip appeared on Cho’s right thigh, immediately followed by a small stream. That was when Cho knew what was happening and gave up. She pulled her hands away and spread her legs just as a torrent of pee burst through her thong. Cho started crying and when her pee came to an end she ran away, immediately followed by two of her housemates, despite their own clear struggles with their overfilled bladders.
While Ginny could not stop smiling for a second when she saw what was happening, Hermione actually felt sorry for Cho. Both of them, however, soon felt their own bladders contract when they heard the sound of Cho’s pee hitting the floor. Hermione groaned, while Ginny bent almost double, accidently giving Harry – who was still watching her from the line for the boy's room despite being further ahead now as that line was moving faster – a view deep into her cleavage.
After that, no more accidents happened, although both Ginny and Hermione noticed wet spots on the underwear of a few of the girls returning from the bathroom, even whilst most of them tried to cover them with their hands.
About fifteen minutes later, Hermione finally entered the bathroom and as the door closed behind her, she carefully rubbed her aching peehole, no longer caring this was giving her a cameltoe now there were at least no boys watching her anymore. It did not help much, however. As she subconsciously listened to the sound of four girls emptying their clearly very full bladders, she felt her own bladder contract was again too and this time, she felt a wet spot form on her own panties.
“Oh my God, Ginny,” she whispered, “I'm not going to make it!”
When Ginny looked at Hermione she immediately noticed the wetness on her panties and despite that she felt sorry for her and the previous night had ended with both of them having a very intense orgasm, she felt her clit tingle with excitement at the realization her friend had just peed a bit while standing beside her.
“You can do it,” Ginny encouraged Hermione as much as herself. “You can pee in like, two minutes.”
Those two minutes felt like ages to Hermione, however. When finally, finally a stall opened for her, there was a wet spot on her panties at least the size of a tennis ball. She rushed into the stall, almost running over the girl that came out and when the door closed behind her she sat down on the toilet while simultaneously pulling her panties to one side, out of time to pull them down before peeing.
As a loud, relieved moan and the sound of a stream of pee even stronger than the three in the other stalls hitting the water in the toilet emerged from the stall Hermione had entered, Ginny was going insane with desperation. Her panties were still dry, but she honestly had no idea how to keep them that way even a fraction of a second longer. Her peehole felt like it was on fire. The muscles around it were burning and trembling from how hard and how long they had been squeezed shut. Her bladder felt like it was going to tear apart and her whole pelvis hurt from the pressure inside it.
Just as Ginny felt a drip make its way into her urethra, another stall opened. Ginny rushed inside and almost screamed in relieve when her pee burst out of her as soon as she squatted over the toilet, before her bum even touched the seat. Just like Hermione, she just managed to pull her underwear aside.
When Hermione and Ginny walked back towards the Gryffindor tower a few minutes later, for once, Ginny’s panties were dry while Hermione had leaked into hers. That was something Ginny would make sure she would never forget. Right now Hermione did not need to be reminded of this ‘though. She was well aware of the wet fabric that stuck to her labia and the fact there was nothing else covering her womanhood. That is why on their way back, Hermione walked fast and her face was bright red while she tried to cover her wet panties behind her hand. For now, Ginny had here own problems too. Keeping up with Hermione made her boobs bounce fiercely, especially while they climbed the stairs into the Gryffindor tower. She blushed almost as bright as Hermione as she held them with her hands, not just to stop them from bouncing out of her top, but also to hide her nipples, that were once again proudly pointing through her thin top.
END OF CHAPTER 18
As this part was not intended to become a chapter of its own and I am kinda 'in the mood' and intend to continue writing soon, there are - for once - no new questions for the next one. However, suggestions are always appreciated.
The following questions that will now still be relevant to next chapter, have so far remained pretty much unanswered. Although I will not await more replies to start working on the next chapter, ideas with regards to these questions remain specifically requested and any answers to them may very well be featured in either the next chapter or later chapters.
QUESTIONS FOR CHAPTER 19
- What other parts of her body could Ginny use to create larger, usable wings?
- What can Hermione try to apply pressure on her potion whilst brewing it, to satisfy the lacewing flies in it? |
CHAPTER 19
When Hermione woke up when the alarm went off the next morning her bladder once again felt full and also still sensitive from the stress she put it under the day before. She quickly got out of bed, threw the shirt she had worn on her way to the bathroom that night back on and hurried to the bathroom. Fortunately, she managed to get there when there was still a stall free this time. When she got out of the stall again relieved, she saw Ginny coming out of another stall.
While they walked back to their dormitory together, she whispered: “Feels like I’ll need to grant my bladder some rest after last night. I’m glad you’ll help me with my potion this afternoon ‘cause I really don’t think I could hold a litre myself right now.”
Ginny just giggled at that comment and asked what Hermione had time off to write her report again that morning too, which she confirmed. After a quick shower the girls got dressed and went to breakfast. They ate with Harry and Ron again like normally and breakfast went by uneventful. Afterwards, the girls went to the library.
Both girls started their reports by writing down their findings so far. Hermione wrote how her potion had had its normal effects and had made her move, but in the wrong direction and not far enough. She added how she wanted to try replacing all urine in the recipe with urine on her next attempt.
Reluctantly, knowing that professor Snape would read this, she added how that meant she would need to use urine from a second person as she felt unable to produce enough herself given that it needed to be fresh and hence could probably not be collected in two parts with enough time in between to have her own bladder refill.
Hermione obviously didn’t write down what gave her the idea, but she did add how she thought brewing the potion under pressure would make the lacewing flies in it ‘happier’ and would hopefully make her move not just the right distance, but in the right direction too. How she would do so, she wrote down as a topic for further literature research.
In the mean time, Ginny had had less findings to write about and had already been back to studying human anatomy. Reluctantly, she concluded it wouldn’t be a good idea to mess with the shape of her head or thorax, she needed her hands to steer her flight and without feet she wouldn’t be able to land safely, meaning she would have to look into possibilities to use internal organs to create more surface for her wings.
When Hermione put her pen down and stopped focussing, she noticed a fairly strong twinge in her bladder. It didn’t feel like her bladder was that full, but it clearly needed emptying. She got up and told Ginny she had to go pee. Apparently, that made the redhead realise she needed to go too, and probably even a little more urgent as she squeezed her thighs together for a moment while she finished her own report, before getting up to accompany Hermione to the bathroom. While they walked there, she talked Hermione through her conclusions.
When the girls had once again relieved themselves, Hermione reminded Ginny how Snape had suggested they handed in their reports before lunch this time, so he could read them during the lunch break and they could discuss them and do more research right from the start of their class that afternoon.
“That means I’ll probably start brewing half an hour into class and I’ll need our urine after about two hours,” Hermione said. “I think that should work out if we both drink two glasses with lunch like I normally do and don’t go pee anymore from now, don’t you think so.”
“Two hours sounds like a long time two hold two glasses of pumpkin juice worth of urine right now,” Ginny replied hesitantly, “but that makes sense so I’ll guess I’ll just have to try.”
After they had packed their stuff back in the library, the girls went to the dungeons to hand in their reports to Snape and then back to the great hall for lunch, where they once again sat with Harry and Ron. Over lunch, the boys kept talking about how great their night at Hogsmeade had been while mostly Ginny tried to convince them their ‘girls night’ with Luna had been great fun too, obviously without telling them about what exactly they had been doing. Hermione felt a bit self-conscious to talk about that even without actually mentioning what they had been doing and kept mostly quiet. She also felt a little nervous when she drank her pumpkin juice. Sure, she did so every day, but her bladder still felt a bit sore.
Back in the dungeons after lunch, Snape told his students they were to stay in his classroom and could discuss their findings with their classmates until they would have had their turn to discuss their report with him, but afterwards they were free to either go to the library for more literature research or start a new attempt to brew something immediately. As always, he added how he expected students to actually be in his classroom or in the library and not take any detours on there way between them, and how they should ask him if they needed any ingredients that weren’t there. What was new, was that he told them they could also request permission to go consult other teachers if they could convince him that was the most useful next step for their research at some point.
“How do you think I could brew a potion under pressure,” Hermione asked Ginny, who sat beside her.
Ginny thought for a moment and then replied: “You should definitely look this up in the library later, but maybe you can have a lid push inwards on your cauldron with some spell or something like that.”
“That sounds plausible,” Hermione agreed, honestly a little surprised Ginny came up with something she really hadn’t thought about yet herself yet.
“And what organs do you think I could move,” Ginny asked in return.
“I think that could be about anything,” Hermione replied. “We saw before when you moved your bladder that connecting vessels are just stretched. Moving your hearth would probably make your blood pressure higher in some parts of your body and lower in others ‘though, so I think that would be a bad idea. But maybe lungs would work? We have seen it work with your bladder and maybe your spleen, liver, stomach, intestines, kidneys and even your uterus could work too? I think they have all got some significant size.”
Just then, Snape called Hermione to his desk. When she stood up, she felt her bladder twinge. She wasn’t really surprised by that given that she had drunk as much as always despite how her bladder had felt that morning after the strain she had put it under. She clenched her thighs together for a second in response before walking over to Snape’s desk and gladly sitting back down, which granted her bladder some relieve, although she knew full well that would only be temporary.
“Miss Granger,” Snape said, “I understand that you think increasing the amount of urine in your potion will increase how far you move and I agree that replacing all the water by it seems to be plausible enough of a solution to be worth another attempt.”
Hermione smiled at what she thought was a huge compliment on her ideas, coming from Snape. He, however, continued:
“Although I am disappointed it didn’t cross your mind sooner, I also believe your idea pressure is needed to sooth the lacewing flies in the potion. However, I saw no means to accomplish this yet in your report.”
While Snape gad been talking, Hermione had felt her bladder start to contract more and more fiercely and she couldn’t stop herself from squirming around a bit despite the fact that she knew someone probably noticed it given that she was at the front of the classroom. Therefore, she was blushing quite a bit when she replied:
“I just discussed that with Ginny, professor. She came up with the idea of trying to use a spell I can hopefully find in the library to make a lid push down on my cauldron during brewing.”
Snape thought for a moment before he replied: “That sounds possible and such a new technique is exactly what I hope some of you will find during this course. I am not so sure that resembles the pressure in a pile of lacewing flies closely enough to make it work ‘though, but maybe that is worth a try if you have no better idea, especially as you can combine it with testing out your idea of replacing all the water in the potion with urine.”
“I read in your report that your are planning to alter the recipe for your potion in a third way,” Snape continued, unable to suppress a slight smile. “Why is it that you want to use urine of multiple humans now instead of just your own like you did before?”
Despite that she had seen that question coming, Hermione felt herself blush even brighter when she replied. She also couldn’t help squeezing her legs together and even bending forward a bit in response to the effect of what Snape was suggesting on her, by now slightly painful and still quickly increasing urge to pee.
“As I wrote in my report,” she replied, “I don’t think I would be able to produce that much urine at once by myself and given that the urine used clearly needs to be freshly produced, I thought producing it in batches might not have been a good idea.”
“I agree,” Snape replied. “I am not so sure what the effects of this chance will be, however. You may need to be... motivated a bit more to actually do what it takes to brew a potion like this. You may go now and send miss Weasley over here. I take it that you requested her to help you again and by the looks of it you can’t handle much of a delay in your brewing I could cause by inviting others first.”
Thoroughly embarrassed by Snape implying that he had noticed how badly she had to pee, Hermione hurried back to her place, taking small steps to avoid upsetting her bladder even more.
Ginny, in the meantime, hadn’t had a much easier time. She hobbled to Snape’s desk while keeping her thighs together at all times.
“Your experiment was nice,” Snape told, “but I don’t think you’ll succeed at your idea, miss Weasley. The problem you encountered may be unsolvable. I don’t think madam Pomfrey will agree with placing any internal organs on the surface of your wings to extend them.”
“Can I go ask her,” Ginny tried, while she rubbed her burning bladder below the desk. Snape agreed.
Ginny made her way back to Hermione, who had been preparing ingredients for her potion, where she told her friend about what she had discussed with Snape. Hermione had just finished these preparations and together the girls set off towards the library again. As soon as the classroom door closed behind them, they both, simultaneously used the relative privacy of the empty dungeon corridor to give their crotch a quick squeeze, before continuing their painful walk to the library.
While Ginny tried to focus on reading about anatomy once again, Hermione was jiggling her legs more and more while she tried to find a spell to put pressure on a cauldron. Half an hour later, she finally found the answer. By then her bladder and her peehole felt like they were on fire and her fingers had unconsciously made their way back in between her thighs. When Hermione got up, she immediately concluded that she had found all she would be able too, despite that probably not being true – and quickly followed. She groaned as getting up tortured her bladder even more.
Just before the girls got back into Snape’s classroom, Ginny suddenly doubled over, hissed through her teeth and jammed her hands into her crotch. Despite all that, she felt a dribble wet her thong.
“We really need to go to a bathroom immediately,” she moaned.
Hermione, fortunately still able to walk although barely, rushed into the classroom and towards Snape.
“I-I found a suitable spell,” she reported stuttering while almost running on the spot. “Can we go collect our pee,” she asked, straightforwardly this time to avoid losing time to have Snape her spell it out anyway again.
Snape grinned, but agreed and Hermione grabbed her bag to have flasks with her and rushed back out. Behind the door, she found Ginny. And what a sight it was. Ginny had lifted up her skirt and was vigorously rubbing her crotch through her thong, that was now pretty much soaked through.
“I won’t make it,” she moaned, although she was merely stating the obvious. “G-give me a flask. I’ll go... there,” she added, pointing towards the dark, far corner of the dungeon corridor.
Hermione was shocked for a second but when she noticed a dribble glistening down Ginny’s leg, she dug into her bag and pulled out a flask seconds later.
Ginny grabbed it out of her hand and when she dug into the corner, she ordered: “Cover me!”
Hermione pressed her own skirt into her crotch once more, but did as she was asked and stood in front of Ginny. When she heard the strong stream her friend let out hit the bottom of the flask, she groaned loudly and felt herself leak just like Ginny had been doing. Fortunately, Ginny finished relatively soon and after grabbing the filled flask from her and throwing it back into her bag, she raced off towards the bathroom. She wanted nothing more than to let go but she was too shy to do what Ginny had done and felt like she could make it.
In the nearest bathroom, Hermione rushed into a stall where she pulled her panties aside and squatted over a flask, letting go before she even locked the door. When her bladder was finally empty, she wiped her vulva and dapped her thong dry as much as possible with some toilet paper before moving her clothes back into place. When she closed her flask, she was glad to notice she had peed about 600mL, even more than she had anticipated. Still, she felt a bit disappointed at how desperate she had felt to relieve such a relatively small amount of pee. She quickly forgot about that when she noticed that Ginny had peed slightly less but had also produced more than 500mL, so she had more than enough.
Not wanting to raise more suspicion about her condition than she had undoubtedly already done, she hurried back to the classroom. In there, Hermione noticed Ginny wasn’t there, but she quickly learned she had gone to talk to madam Pomfrey.
Hermione continued working on her potion, applying the spell she had found in an old book on obscure potion making techniques and using all her urine, combined with most of Ginny’s. She noticed her potion turning a bright shade of red as opposed to the green she was used too. She took a moment to backtrack her steps, but she found no obvious mistakes and nervously went up to Snape’s desk to have her potion checked anyway.
After Hermione told Snape what she had done and what had happened, Snape said she had obviously triggered an unknown effect, but that could either be good or bad. After he ran his usual safety checks, just when Ginny got back into the classroom Snape told Hermione she could safely try her potion just like the last time, although something appeared wrong and it might not have all its normal effects.
Ginny quickly handed a small flask carrying just a hair to Hermione before she once again stood about three meters from Hermione, with enough space behind her in case Hermione would overshoot her target and this time also around Hermione, in case she would move in the wrong direction again.
When Hermione drank her potion, she giggled surprised when she felt that it was this time her vulva that was changing shape. Apparently, Ginny had given her a pubic hair. She was still really curious about what would happen next, however. Soon, she felt herself apparate again.
When she looked, she first saw that she had moved sideways, this time. Apparently, she immediately concluded, applying pressure during brewing had an effect on the direction she moved in, but as Snape had expected, it wasn’t the solution yet. Better, was that she appeared to have moved almost the three metres that had been between them this time, so that she would have ended up right in front of Ginny as intended if she would have moved in the right direction.
Only then, Hermione realised more and more of her classmates started laughing and cheering and only when she saw Ginny point at her body speechless, Hermione looked down and saw what else had happened. She was naked, completely naked. Apparently, she immediately realised, combining urine from two different people had been a bad idea.
Hermione squealed and threw one arm across her chest and a hand in front of her – or actually Ginny’s - pussy. She turned around to run out of the classroom, but noticed her clothes were on the floor, right where she had stood before and instead grabbed her robe, threw it over her shoulders and clamped it shut with her hands to cover herself up.
“Miss Weasley, could you please escort miss Granger to your dormitory to make herself presentable again,” Snape asked calmly, although he couldn’t help smiling.
QUESTIONS FOR CHAPTER 20
- How does Hermione respons to having stood in front of her class naked?
- Does Hermione make any use of her remaining time with Ginny’s pussy now that she unexpectedly got to leave the classroom before it would transform back?
- What precautions should Hermione take on her next attempt at brewing perfect (partial) polyjuice potion to make any mistakes like the one she just made have less embarrassing consequences?
- Now knowing that she needs a full litre of fresh urine from a single person, how does Hermione try to obtain that for her next attempt? Should she try to drink more and hold that much herself? Should she ask someone else (who she thinks might have a larger bladder)? |
I'm in the mood to write more still and the below part contains more story progression then desperation so there may follow more later today, but I thought I'd post something already. After all, it's been more than long enough.
CHAPTER 20
That night, Hermione had decided to stay in her dormitory. She did not want to risk being seen by any of her classmates who had seen what had happened and had not even be in the mood to play with her privates while they still resembled Ginny’s. She had not even gone to dinner and when she woke up the next morning, she realised she had not even gone to the bathroom anymore.
That mistake now required her immediate attention and Hermione squeezed her hand between her legs as she very carefully got up, glad her bladder had woken her up before the alarm had gone off. She hurried to the bathroom and managed to drop onto the toilet just in time. She peed surprisingly little for how desperate she had felt, but her pee looked really dark and concentrated, which made sense given that she had not even gotten out of bed to go get a drink anymore the night before. She made a mental not to make sure to drink plenty throughout the day.
At breakfast, Hermione was glad to find out not showing herself for a while had helped to avoid too much gossip and apart from a few whispers from people who had witnessed the incident, people seemed to already have forgotten about the story for the most part.
On Friday morning there was a rather boring transfiguration class and near the end of it Hermione was really regretting having had an extra glass of pumpkin juice with breakfast. She did not dare ask professor McGonagall for a bathroom break yet again and could hold it, but her bladder felt painfully full and as soon as class was over, she was on her feet hurrying towards the nearest bathroom was again.
During lunch, as Hermione gulped down another three glasses of juice, Ginny told her about how her experiment was a failure and she had concluded no option could be brewed to give a human wings at least with the knowledge of their time.
“Remember how Snape said a potion like the ones you were working with could help with brewing my potion,” Hermione responded. “I have no clue about that yet, but we will figure that out,” she added, trying to cheer up her friend.
“Okay, I’ll write in my next report how creating wings failed and I’ll focus my research on finding a role for organitinerosum in brewing,” Ginny agreed reluctantly. “Maybe that will indeed turn out to be helpful to you at least.”
“Thanks, Gin,” Hermione replied as she playfully squeezed her friend’s thigh beneath the table.
After lunch, Hermione and Ginny went to the library to once again write their reports. When they were satisfied with their descriptions of their last attempts about two hours later, Hermione was once again starting to feel the effects of the extra drinks she had been having and she crossed her legs when she said:
“So applying pressure during brewing seems to have changed the direction I moved in, but not good enough and thinking about an alternative that might include your research on why Snape said organitinerosum could come in handy there is something I’ll need to do. Using urine from two people seems to be what lead to the new problem we introduced of leaving my clothes behind and I obviously need to solve that first.”
Ginny giggled and replied: “Yeah, and you clearly did need to use a full litre of urine in the potion too.”
“Right,” Hermione agreed, “I really don’t think I could pee that much halfway through class ‘though. I’d have an accident before if I’d drink enough for that before class. I could ask Luna as her bladder seems stronger, but she’s not in that potions class so she probably won’t have time to come pee for me every time I do another attempt.”
Ginny nodded in agreement and Hermione excused herself to go pee again. Just as she turned around to leave, however, Ginny spoke up, making her stop and turn back around to look at her friend.
“Hang on,” Ginny said. “Using your pee and mine together didn’t work out well, but does that mean The urine needs to come from one person.”
Hermione crossed her legs as her bladder contracted angrily now that she was standing up and had yet again decided to delay peeing longer. She replied: “What are you suggesting? That it’s us that are problem and it would work with different people?”
Afraid she was about to say something stupid, Ginny hesitated before replying: “I was thinking... twins.”
Hermione looked confused for a moment before it dawned on her. “That could work,” she exclaimed happily. “'though I’ll ask Snape if we can try it somewhere private.” A little less enthusiastic, she asked: “Who can we ask for that ‘though. I mean Fred is... you know.” Hermione’s mind had obviously gone straight to the twins she knew best, and thinking of Ginny’s late brother there was sorrow in Hermione’s voice.
“Padma and Parvati are in our class, dumbass,” Ginny mentioned, glad to think of something Hermione seemed to have missed for once.
“I’m not sure they’re up to the idea of holding their pee,” Hermione countered, rubbing her thighs against each other thinking of her own need, “but we’ll have to ask them. Maybe we can go look for them after dinner,” she suggested. “Right now I need to pee first ‘though.”
Ginny laughed but got up anyway and followed Hermione to the nearest bathroom, where she decided she could better pee too while she was there anyway. Hermione was glad to notice her pee had a much healthier colour again and decided she could go back to drinking what she was used to with dinner.
(NOT THE END OF CHAPTER 20 YET so no questions for now. If you read this before I post more, feel free to make suggestions or provide me with feedback 'though. I may be able to use some ideas still.) |
CHAPTER 21
The twins looked at each other. Padma saw in Parvati’s eyes that she wanted to agree, while she herself was a little disappointed that it was only such a practical issue Hermione had come to seek their help with and nothing that required actual thinking from their side. She still wanted to help ‘though, but she thought a full bladder was really uncomfortable, not to mention that she feared she would not be able to control it while holding so much. Right now ‘though, she didn’t have time to consider things, as her bladder spasmed and reminded her that it currently required to be emptied too. Under the table, she gave her crotch a quick squeez.
“We’ll have to think about that” Padma finally replied. “Can we get back to you tomorrow?”
Hermione agreed, already glad that the twins did not immediately reject the idea.
“See you tomorrow then,” Padma quickly replied before hurrying out of the library, followed by her sister.
Ginny laughed. “I wonder how much Padma was holding right now,” she said. “She was clearly dying to go.”
“Yeah, I hope that was over half a litre and we don’t have to get her to push further Monday. Things might end wet...”
Friday evening was uneventful, as was Saturday until dinner. Ginny had taken the opportunity of her day off to join Harry and Ron at quidditch traing while Hermione had spent most of her time in the library, writing about combining pee from twins could work better and trying to find a better way to apply pressure during the brewing of a potion to suit the lacewing flies in polyjuice potion.
She had not had a breakthrough yet when it was once again time for dinner, which Hermione only noticed when the bell sounded six times.
Hermione quickly packed her bag and got up. Only then, she noticed how badly she had to pee. She cursed herself and wondered if she would ever learn to pay attention to her body’s needs while studying as she quickly made her way to the great hall, taking a bit smaller steps than she usually would to avoid upsetting her bladder.
After dinner, Hermione asked Ginny to join her to go talk to Padma and Parvati again and soon the four of them were on their way to the library once this more, while this time it was Hermione who was nursing a bursting bladder.
“So, have you decided if you can help me out,” Hermione asked when they had all sat down, squeezing her legs together beneath the table.
“We’re willing to try,” Parvati replied, “but we really don’t know if we can or how we should make this work. I mean, we don’t usually plan how much we’ll need to plan.”
As Ginny looked at Hermione, expecting her yo reply, she saw a tense look on her face and when Hermione did not actually reply after a few seconds, she quickly took over.
“We’ve got that covered,” Ginny said, “as you know we’ve been doing this for a few days now and it seems like an easy calculation gives a pretty good estimation of how full your bladder will be.”
“Normally, you produce about a litre and a half of urine per day, mostly while awake, so you produce about 100mL per hour,” Hermione continued as she found she was finally able to speak again. “For that, you drink about two litres, which is about a glass per two hours.”
“Now I wouldn’t advice you to try to avoid the bathroom for five hours,” she continued, realizing it had been even longer since she peed before lunch. “Monday’s potions class is in the afternoon again, so I’ll need your urine around 2pm. If you pee before lunch and then drink two glasses right soon after you sit down for lunch on top of what you normally drink with your lunch, you should be full enough two hours later and will have to hold it for a much shorter time.”
Hermione rubbed her crotch beneath the table as the twins discussed what to say. She was really starting to get desperate to pee and hoped the girls would reply positively soon and she would not have to spend more time trying to persuade them, or worse – although not for her current bladder situation – come up with another plan altogether.
“Drinking two extra glasses with lunch still sounds a lot. I don’t think I would normally go without a bathroom visit for two hours after that,” Padma replied.
“How about we give it a try and see how it works out tomorrow,” Parvati joined in, much more enthousiastically. “Then you could also see if we indeed pee enough with this plan, Hermione.”
Reluctantly, Padma nodded in agreement.
“Awesome,” Hermione exclaimed happily. “Can you come to our common room before lunch tomorrow then,” she quickly asked, already getting up tightly crossing her legs immediately.
The twins nodded and that was all Hermione waited for before finally rushing to the bathroom. As she sat down on the loo, she blushed when she saw how wet her thong had become, despite nobody being there to see it.
QUESTIONS FOR CHAPTER 22
Does the plan work when it is tested the next the day and can the girls pee a full litre in total at 2pm? Or does the plan need to be changed before it's actual execution on monday? If so, what changes are needed? |
I've got some free time again, so here is the next chapter, finally. I'm in the mood to write more, so you may want to hurry giving your input as I might write the next part as soon as tomorrow (no promises 'though!).
CHAPTER 22
Hermione had spent sunday morning trying to find alternative ways to apply pressure on her potion while brewing it. To her frustration, she had found nothing. She was used to pushing on until she found answers, but soon it was almost time for to lunch she realized she would have to get back to the Gryffindor tower.
When Hermione got up from her place in the library, she felt a little excited about what would happen that afternoon, but soon that thought was pushed to the back of her mind by the feeling of an overly filled bladder. It did not surprise Hermione as she had not got up to visit a bathroom since she started studying after breakfast and had not peed since right after she got up that morning, now almost five hours ago.
She quickly crossed her legs until the urge subsided again and walked out of the library. She was glad to notice the bathroom near the exit of the library was empty and quickly took her chance to relieve herself while her need was still manageable, something she did not do enough lately.
Soon, Hermione approached the portrait of the Fat Lady and saw Ginny already waiting for her outside.
“Hey,” she simply said as she looked around for Padma and Parvati just as they came around the corner.
Hermione immediately recognized their stiff walk as that of people in need of a bathroom and when she reached Hermione and Ginny, Padma explained: “We skipped... going before leaving our house to make sure we could still go, so uhm, could we hurry up and go somewhere?” Padma crossed her legs while she spoke, while her sister tried to stand normally, although her face showed that this was challenging for her too.
“Sure, let’s go,” Hermione replied with a slight giggle before leading the girls towards the great hall where lunch would be served and, more importantly to the twins, the bathrooms near it.
In the girls’ room, Padma and Parvati hurried inside two stalls that had, fortunately for them been available and could soon be heard relieving themselves. As they had discussed on their way there, Ginny stood outside the stall Parvati was in and Hermione did the same with Padma, to make sure they actually emptied their bladders. Hermione was shocked by how fast Padma’s stream came to an end and thought she would have to hope Padma could hold more despite how uncomfortable she had already looked, as she had clearly not released anywhere near the half litre Hermione would need from her, unless off course Parvati had a much stronger bladder than her sister.
Soon, the girls sat down for lunch and after they all got their own food and drinks, Hermione handed Parvati and Padma two extra glasses of pumpkin juice each.
“Bottoms up, girls,” she cheered.
Reluctantly, Padma even more so than Parvati, the girls drank the extra liquid like they had promised and they all started enjoying their meals like on any other day.
As she finished their lunch about half an hour later, Hermione was worried to notice Padma’s legs start to jiggle around restlessly beneath the table and about fifteen minutes later when they got up, she saw both girls walk very stiff, betraying how they were struggling with their filling bladders.
The girls had decided they would go to the dungeons to find some privacy, without having to get access to a house’s common room for the four of them. As soon as they were out of earshot of others, Padma complained: “Ah, I really have to go very badly already! I don’t think I can make it until two!”
Parvati bit her lip and crossed her legs tightly as her sister allowed her hand to slide in between her legs. “Come on, Padma, we gotta try this,” she cheered, at least as much to herself as to her sister.
Soon after, however, Padma hurried to grab a flask from Hermione and dashed off into a mostly hidden corner. The others could hear her pull her clothes out of the way, and then a strong stream started. Maybe twenty seconds later, the dungeons were silent again.
As she came back, a red faced Padma handed Hermione the flask back. Hermione could have known by the way she looked at the ground embarrassed, but was still shocked to see only slightly over 300mL of urine in the flask.
“Hey, don’t worry,” Ginny tried to cheer her up, “you tried, and your sister is still hanging on so maybe we can still get there and will just have to change the timing a little."
Parvati could not remember the last time she had had to pee so bad. For minutes now she had not said a word as all her efforts were aimed at keeping her burning bladder under control. This was her chance, however, she thought, to impress Hermione, and so she pushed on. She squirmed, recrossed her legs, bent forward and eventually even grabbed her crotch as the minutes ticked by slowly.
2PM came and went eventually as she pushed even passed their agreed time to try and compensate for her sister’s failure. She had come to realise this was also her chance to finally beat her sister at something for once, and she was filling to fight for it.
Then however, Parvati felt her bladder contract and no matter how hard she squeezed every useful muscle in her body, she felt a drip inch closer and closer to the fabric of her panties, and just before the wave subsided, she lost it.
“Give me a flask,” she cried, turning bright red, “I leaked!”
Parvati rushed of to the same corner her sister had used almost half an hour before and soon a strong stream echoed through the dungeons once again, and for a while longer this time.
Parvati looked sad as she walked back, flask in hand, angry even. “I didn’t make it,” she almost screamed in frustration. “It’s over half a litre but I couldn’t do Padma’s job too!” She looked at her sister furiously, before dragging her out of the dungeons as a tear rolled over her cheek. “Sorry, Hermione,” was all she said as they left.
Hermione did not know what to do. She felt disappointed another problem in her brewing process remained unsolved, but she wa s even more sorry about having started a fight between the sisters. Overwhelmed by her emotions, she let Ginny guide her back to their dorm room, where she dropped on her bed.
Hermione did not get up again until Ginny came to get her for dinner. She ignored both her thirst and her bladder, still unrelieved since before lunch, as Ginny guided her to the great hall, carefully looking out to avoid Padma and Parvati for the time being and sitting down besides Harry and Ron.
“What’s wrong,” Ron asked of all people.
Ginny wanted to shut him op, but that was when Hermione broke and told her friends all about how all her hard work had let to only failures, while they slowly ate their dinner. Hermione did not even notice how she squirmed around beneath the table to control her tired bladder even while she drank more in between parts of her story.
As Hermione concluded her monologue, Harry replied. “This may sound strange, but I may have an option you could try.” He hesitated for a second before continuing more quietly. “Remember when I dated Cho? She would often come see me right after classes to tell me how her day went. Usually, she’d demand I stood outside the door so she could keep talking as she relieved herself, and here’s the thing: each and every day it surprised me how much that girl was peeing. Asking her for help might be a long shot considering you are my friend and how our relationship ended, but her bladder might be just what you need.”
Hermione looked at Ginny nervously, unsure about what to say to that. Should she really try to get Cho’s help? How would Ginny feel about that?
QUESTIONS FOR CHAPTER 23
- Should Hermione ask Cho for help? If so, how will she respond? If not, should she ask Luna, or try herself?
Note that the above decision may decide who gets an important role in the remaining part of this story and will even determine if and when Hermione will finally succeed in her attempts to brew the perfect polyjuice potion. Think about it wisely.
- When should they go ask Cho or Luna (if applicable)? Does Hermione get to pee first? Remember, she just had dinner and she last peed before lunch.
@Messistopheles @LifeIsStrange @wedgeantilles @Melificentfan @McMango |
this is my first attempt at writing a story an i hope you guys will enjoy it, i might continue it only if people enjoy it, you have also been fore warned it is a poop story. love to her feedback guys
One day away from entering teenage years… 13! Sara was excited because her birthday was tomorrow. With today being Saturday, Sara did not have school so her mom Claire decided to take Sara to the mall so that Sara can pick out a birthday outfit. Sara woke up at 11 am Saturday and Claire was already rushing her to get ready so that they can start their day. Sara put off pooping even though she felt a slight urge to go but she was pretty good about holding her bowels and had only once slightly messed herself 3 years ago when she was sick and thought she had to fart but ended up soiling herself a bit. Sara peed, brushed her teeth, put on a pair of black leggings and a hooded sweatshirt. As she made her way down stairs her mom couldn’t help feeling emotional as her young baby girl was growing up into this beautiful teenage girl.
They set out on their shopping journey and Claire suggested that they stop at the local coffee shop. “And since it’s your birthday weekend you can order your favorite frozen caramel latte and you can get the large size!” Sara excitedly agreed and also ordered a cream cheese bagel. The next 15 minutes consisted of Claire sipping on her coffee and Sara eating her cream cheese bagel and sipping away at her humungous latte and texting her friends about her birthday slumber party tomorrow night. “Are you ready to go Sara?” Sara sipped away at her near empty cup of, put away her phone, and proceeded to throw her empty cup in the trash and head out the door and back to the car. As Claire pulled out of the parking lot of the coffee shop, Sara wished she had used the bathroom at the coffee shop since it’s a lot quieter than the bathrooms at the mall. Her stomach rumbled as the 32 oz latte was working through her system alongside the bagel and cream cheese. The pain eventually subsided and she felt ok at the moment.
Once arriving at the mall Claire announces that she needs to pee and is heading for the bathrooms. Sara feels the familiar pain in her stomach and stares towards the bathrooms to see the door constantly swinging with people coming in and out. “Go ahead mom I'll be in the Disney store.” “Are you sure you don’t need to go after drinking that big cup.” “Mom, I’m fine!” said a blushing Sara. In she went to the Disney store and spent the next 10 minutes looking at all the magical items that they had in the store. Claire made it back to where Sara was and signaled her to come out so they can start browsing for an outfit for Sara. The go into one of the big stores in the mall and start going through dresses, pants, shirts, etc. As Sara is wandering around from clothing rack to clothing rack her stomach begins to tense up and an immediate rush emerges down her intestines and her slight urge to release her bowels has now become very urgent! Sara turns to one of the racks and pretends to be looking through the clothes as she tenses her legs very stiffly and clenches her butt cheeks to prevent her poop from rushing out. The pain slowly lets up and now she knows that she needs to get to the bathroom very soon because she knows that latte is coming out whether she’s on the toilet or not. Her mom emerges “Sara try out this dress for your birthday party with family tomorrow and then I got you these pajamas for your slumber party at night, I know the pajamas will fit you but I want to see how the dress looks on you go try it out.” Sara, not wanting to sound like a little girl reluctantly agrees with her mom and heads in the changing rooms. As she takes off her leggings her stomach pressures up again causing her to immediately sit on the bench that’s inside the changing room. Somehow managing to hold on again she removes her clothing and puts on the dress which she was surprised her mom was allowing her to get because it was above the knees. Sara heads out of the changing room and shows her mom the dress and Claire loves the dress and they decide to purchase it.
Once Sara heads out of the changing rooms back into her leggings and sweatshirt they head to the checkout lanes. With five people ahead of them and the cashier was apparently waiting on a manager to get a price override, so the line was not moving at all. “Mom I’m going to head out to the bathrooms they’re just outside this store.” “Ok be careful, here take my business phone so you can call me or I can call you.” “MOM, I’m only going outside the store geez.” Sara heading towards the opening to the mall so that she could use the restrooms even though she was dreading pooping in those filthy mall toilets, but she knew she had no choice as another sharp pain hits her stomach. She finally gets out to the mall and her heart skips a beat as she sees yellow caution tape blocking the female bathrooms. She still heads towards the door thinking they will let her in. “Sorry young lady but the bathrooms are closed for cleaning.” Said a man dressed in a janitorial uniform. “But I really have to go I’ll be careful I won’t slip and i'll be neat I promise!” “you don’t want to go in there believe me let’s just say someone didn’t quite make it to the toilet in time and ended up with poop on the floor from the door way into the stall all over the toilet. E-coli bacteria and all that stuff we have to make sure everything is disinfected before we let anyone back in. “ “well... where's the nearest bathroom?” “Straight down make a left and then once you see that one shoe store make another left and then you will see them on your right hand side.”
Sara began walking in looks for another bathroom and not feeling confident she could find the bathroom as easy with the directions that she was given. She naturally begins pacing quicker as her bowels continue to induce pain to her stomach. She finally sees the shoe store in her sight and remembers the man saying something about the shoe store and she knew she was getting close to a restroom but was also on the brink of losing control of her bowels as she makes outside the shoe store and heads right towards an opening at the end of the mall in which she knows relief awaits her there. As she nears the opening she sees no restroom in sight and only some lockers. She realizes that the bathrooms were on the left of the shoe store and not the right. Feeling nearly defeated she starts heading towards the bathrooms and seeing the sign with the woman on it within 100 ft she makes a stride to make it now barely walking. Fifty feet away and her bowels give a huge push and her heart begins to race as she continues her walk to the restroom her butt gives an involuntary fart and with the fart she feels her backside become warm and also inside her thighs.
Panicking, she rushes into the restroom and inside a stall and locks the door. She pulls down her pants and panties and proceeds to sit on the toilet to release the rest of her poop in the toilet. She looks down at her panties and sees that they are soiled from the backside all the way up to the crotch. She begins to remove her panties and places them on top of the toilet and notices her black leggings only got a little poop on them from the poop smearing through the leg holes and the top. She wipes the poop and it sort or smears but doesn’t show on the outside. Wiping her butt is a huge task and every toilet tissue that she wipes with slides through her butt fiilled with poo. She finishes the whole roll and still feels very icky but is the best she can do. She sprays her pants with body spray and proceeds to put them on without her panties. After leaving the stall she washes her hands with soap and heads out back in the mall to find her mom and hopefully go home. “Mom, since we got the dress can we go back home now im starting not to feel to good and I just want to go home.” “yes hunny we just have to make a quick stop at the grocery store to pick up a few things.”
Arriving at the grocery store and walking in sara is feeling squishing between her butt cheeks with every step she takes and she can also smell a faint poop smell and is worried that others around her or maybe her mom can smell her. Heading towards the frozen food isle Sara feels the fimilar pressure in her stomach and is alarmed by an urgent need to release her bowels. “Mom Im going to go to the restroom ill be back.” “Hun lets just check out the house is right around the corner can you make it?” With Saras bowels screaming she didn’t want to let her mom down and feel like a little girl so she agreed and said that she would be fine, knowing that she was lying to her mom and was on the bring of losing control of her bowels for the second time in less than an hour. They go to the self check out and sara begins bagging the items and as she is placing all of the bags in the cart her butt gives in once more and she feels a warm mound of mushy poop slip into her leggings with no panties. As her mom finishes paying sara is standing by the cart with a huge load in her pants and is now feeling helpless because she knows that she cant hide the bulge and smell this time… |
Faust sincerely apologizes for the exceptionally long delay...Real life, and other things have worn Faust down, and he has been taking far too long to write things again...
But, it is with joy that Faust brings you all, something to continue from one of [if not his most] popular series!
Anyone who hasn't read the previous chapters can read them here
And..For those that have, Faust proudly presents...What you probably could expect, given the title of this thread!
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[Chapter 7: A new year....A new chance.]"The Eyes...of a Goddess?" Faust's voice called, the otherworldly figure floating up around him.
"Of course." Saril mused back, grinning. "You didn't think we were just like you humans, did you? We have a few....blessings that your kind does not. And, if you'd like...I could share one with you."Faust hesitated, still a bit anxious to say anything to the being. He didn't know the first thing about otherworldly, lewd goddesses.....Or what kind of things they would want in exchange. As if sensing the worry in his expression, the being floated downward, and leaned in close to him.
"How about I give you...A free trial?" she whispered quietly, gently blowing on his face. A strange sort of dust seemed to rush over him with it...making him rub his eyes lightly.
"Wh..what was that for?" he snapped, before seeing something reflected off the glass of a window. His left eye was radiating a shade of...
"Lavender. My personal, favorite color." Saril mused, completing the thought formed in his head. "With a single Goddess's eye...Well, you'll be able to see the effects for yourself...when your little friend returns from her little trip.""What do you.." Faust started, watching as the Goddess decided to float off. "H..Hey! Where are you..""I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise..." Saril mused lightly, vanishing in a plume of dusk....leaving Faust alone with his thoughts for a few minutes.
'What have I gotten into myself this time..' he thought to himself, as he heard the familiar voice calling.
"Yuno's back, Faust!" the girl's voice rang out, prompting him to turn around to smile at her..... And, immediately, his face lit up like a christmas tree."Y...Yuno!!!!" the boy quipped, his hands going over his eyes as he turned away. "You..You can't.."
"Yuno can't what?" the girl called, tilting her head in confusion. "Is..Faust feeling okay?"
Faust meekly peeked out of his fingers, seeing Yuno once again. From the right, she looked normal...Fully dressed, if worried.....But through his left eye, a view was presented. Soft, creamy flesh, lightly covered by red silk material. It hugged her curves tightly...and as his eye inevitably glanced over her, numbers started to flash up.
Bust: 34 CWaist: 24"Hip: 36"
"Faust...?" the girl called, leaning in to try to look him in the eyes, and presenting him with a view down her bra.
"I..I'm Fine!" he snapped a bit loudly, darting through the halls. "I'm just...notfeelingwellrightnow is all! We should g..get to class right about now."
"O...kay. If Faust says so.." Yuno's voice replied nervously, following behind him quietly.Faust had weaved, darted, and dashed through the crowd of students rushing for class...Everywhere he looked, silk, cotton, and satin undergarments covering varying amounts of girl flesh. Eventually, he found his way into his classroom, taking the nearest desk, and slumping over in it."Having fun?" Saril's voice teased, floating in front of him. "With my eye, you should be able to see any part of a girl that's..relevant to your interests, with ease."
"I..how do I turn it off?" Faust asked quickly, the question being drowned out from the chatter of the class."You don't." The goddess called, with a naughty grin. "At least, not the Trial version. I've weakened it slightly, so you can't quite see All through their clothes...but, it should be a blessing to you.""It's..." Faust started, watching as a familiar green haired girl strode into the room, his eye glancing over her with a flush. Emerald fabric cupped her bosom, and matching fabric hugged her hips loosely.Bust: 34BWaist: 26"Hip: 32"Faust shook his head wildly again, lightly grumbling into his desk as he tried to ignore the data that sprung up. For a few moments, he closed both of his eyes....Then opened his right one up to scan over the group."Faust?" Yuno's voice pleaded, the boy turning his head to look up at her.
"It's...okay." Faust called, with a weak smile. "I just...my eye..my head......really hurts. Like, someone's plunged a needle in it..."
"Ohh..that's not good." Yuno's voice gently cooed, moving his hand from it, and leaning in close. "Faust might have something in his eye..." Faust felt...a bit embarrassed to have her face so close to his, as she looked deeply into his eyes. For a few moments, he flushed...and some words flickered into existence, just under her face.
Yuno Gasai
"Yuno doesn't see anything...." the girl's voice mused, lightly pressing her lips to his forehead. "But, maybe Faust should go to the nurse? Yuno bets if you ask really nicely...She'll let you go home."Faust flushed lightly, bracing from the kiss, and lightly shaking his head.
"I..I'll be fi..fine, Yuno." he stared lightly, as his eyes wandered around the classroom. Swathes of bare flesh, and undergarments prompted another rise out of his flush, and he quickly covered his eye again. "Oof...Though..""Yuno will take notes for you. Don't worry." she assured, with a small wink. "Faust just needs to feel better. Okay?"
"O..okay." Faust relented, standing up lightly. "A..Apologize to the teacher for me, would you?"
"Yuno will!" the girl assured, with a wave. "Get better soon, Faust~"
"I will.." Faust added, turning to head out of the classroom...And bumping into someone. "G..Gah..Sor...""N..no! It was my fault." another voice squeaked, prompting Faust to look where he was going.
Bust: 32BWaist: 24"Hip: 36"
The first thing to see was the numbers..The second, the white material that hugged her body lightly.
"S..Sorry Kon...Paku." Faust stammered, going to cover his eye once more...Before seeing another symbol appear, looking like a golden balloon.
[180Ml/400Ml]
Faust had to cover his nose and face at this, realizing what this stood for was, seeing the girl push herself up.
"Are you..okay?" the girl asked, before Faust could feel himself being lifted up.
"Faust isn't feeling well..." Yuno's voice quickly answered for him, nudging him along. "Faust was just heading to the nurse's office. Right, Faust?"
"R..Right." the boy replied with a nod, starting past the girl with a small flush. "S..see you later."
"B..Bye." Youmu addressed with a small wave, as he quickly paced away from the classroom."So, what do you think of my eye, boy?" Saril's voice quickly called, with a vulgar grin.
"It's...interesting." Faust answered feebly, averting his gaze.
"Oh..Don't fret, boy." Saril chided, floating down into his line of sight. "You can't see through my garments like the others. You'd need the full powerset for that."
"I..I don't know if I'd even want it.." He added quietly, the woman lifting his head up.
"I can tell that you love it." Saril answered, her other eye glowing violet. "My eyes can see many things. A person's name...Their bodies laid bare. Their innermost Desires....Even something as simple as how much of their..vulgar waters they can contain."
"A..As I witnessed.." Faust remakred, taking a fleeting glance back to the classroom, as he looked forward. "So...What's the catch to all of this? What would this power cost me....if I took it?"
The woman let out a small chuckle, floating down to look him in the eyes...Violet orbs gazing into his."The power of a Goddess's.." She started, sternly. "Though formidable..Is also costly. For everything the eyes do, they pale in comparison to what sort of gifts you could obtain. Perhaps you desire flight as well...Or, extending your powers to other needs...Perhaps even change your whole body."
"I...get that." Faust started, nervously. "I know I've used the note...And it's very helpful...but...I don't know about the other..."The woman's wings fluttered about, circling Faust like he was an object of prey.
"You could become everything you've ever dreamed." She sounded, in a low, soft tone. "Could make all of your fantasies come to life. Pleasure anyone you want...As many as you want. All of these are possible, through the power of a Goddess. My powers."
His face flushed lightly, as he pictured several girls for a moment...Shaking his head.
"And...What would this cost me?" He asked again, more firmly. "Something like this, always has some kind of....catch."
"A catch..?" Saril replied, before floating back in front of him...And then standing on her own feet, for once. She loomed over him, leaning down to give him a deliberate view down her outfit. "You could have so much fun....But..I suppose you're one of the few that would read the contract, before signing it."
"Just T....tell me." Faust insisted, lightly flustered at the woman's..posture. She cupped his chin with one hand, and pulled him in close.
"If you want my powers..All, of my powers...." She started, pulling him close. "It'll cost you..half."
"Half...?" he replied, lightly backing away. "Of what..? My lifespan?"
"No, No..Silly boy." Saril mused, taking to the air once more. "Half of your.... control."Faust started to walk along with her once more, pacing.
"Control..?" he added, warily. "Like..What kind of control..? Bladder..?"
"Oh...Yes, and no." she mused, fluttering. "The bladder is just..one of many urges that I would be interested in...gaining control over. One's lust...one's waters...All sorts of things can be in the realm of..possibility."
"I..I don't know about that much.." he answered, a hand moving to the door. "It's a lot...for..that kind of thing.."
"Well, Perhaps I could tempt you with a..discount." the being mused, as Faust opened the door. His face immediately lit up as he was presented with black, lace lingere, covering an ample rear greeted him."Oh! Faust!" the nurse's voice called as he entered, spinning around to face him. "Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost.."
"I'm..F..Fine..Nurse Yanagiya." he replied, meekly. "Er...I mean...Ah.."
"You suuuuure?" The nurse called, striding over to him. "I don't think you'd be here if you were fine. Do you have a fever? Or..."
"A..Ah...No..it's.." he stammered, covering his eye once more. "My...my head really hurts...And...my eye.."
"Has it had any contact with foreign bodies?" She addressed, pulling his arm down as well. "Perhaps you've rubbed it after breakfast and got some crumbs..?"
"U..Um...N..No..." he replied, meekly. "I..Er...Yuno checked it for me..."
Otome YanagiyaBust: 36DWaist: 26"Hip: 34"
"Well...I should have some medicine in my cabinent." the woman mused, turning around once more to reach in her cabinent. "Are you allergic to any asprins, or the like..?"
"I'm not allergic to Ass...prins." he stammered, blushing as he averted his gaze once more.
Saril's giggle filled the room as Faust shot her a glare, the nurse walking back to him.
"You aren't just trying to get out of a test, are you?" the nurse teased, walking back over to him with some pills. "Didn't study? Or.."
"N..No..I'm not." he protested, looking her firmly in the eyes again. "I..I'm not feeling well...And...I.."
"I know..I know." Otome mused, holding out two pills. "Here. Take these, and go lay down in the other room. Maybe a short rest'll be enough to get that head to stop pounding in time for afternoon classes."
"A...Alright...Thanks." he replied, seeing the golden balloon pop up once again
428 ML/850Ml.
He gulped slightly, then popped the pills in his mouth at this, swallowing them quickly, and walking into the room away from the woman. As he started to climb up onto the bed though...
"So...Are you interested?" Saril asked once more, floating up. "If you won't give up half of your control....Then perhaps a more...temporary setup."Faust looked up at her, his look skeptical.
"Temporary..?" he inquired, his interest piqued.
"Oh..Just a time based thing." Saril mused, fluttering down. "I could grant you the eyes of a goddess...For an Hour every day...In exchange for Five minutes of control."
"Five minutes...?"
"Yes..A mere five minutes." she repeated, holding up a hand. "Five minutes of control over your body....For every time you wish to use my eyes. I'll give you the ability to turn it on and off at will.,.. I'll even let you keep using it, cost-free for the rest of today too. If, of course, you're interested."
Faust paused at this, unable to deny the offer outright anymore.
"If you are.." she called, drawing out a familiar, small black book. "Just..write the Nurse's name in my notebook."
"In..yours..?" he called, meekly. "You have.."
"Of course I do." she stated, thumbing back a page to show his own name. "I keep a list of people that have used my powers...And, it assures me I can get them..alone for our meeting."
Faust paused, remembering the time he had a surprising, urgent urge several days ago. It felt like he'd just suddenly needed to go...And he'd nearly lost it in his shorts. Though...
"Write her name...And any desire you like for her accident." she mused, grinning. "By signing, it'll form our little pact...And you'll be able to call upon my powers from here on. Just by scrawling out my name on any surface."
Faust hesitated, looking at the black book hesitantly.
"I don't have a pen.." he stated, watching the goddess pull one out of her outfit.
"Here.." she mused, holding out a obsidian pen, with an ethereal shimmer to it. "You can use mine. Just..be careful not to drop it."
Faust flinched, before taking the pen from her..flushing as his fingers wrapped around it.
'It's..warm.' he thought, before looking up at the nurse. With one eye, it was quite a show....And the other, a woman busy with her work. He looked at the book...And then at the pen again.
"Take your time." Saril mused, floating out of the room, and taking a seat in the office. "We've got...plenty. of time. Think it over. Write whatever..."She licked her lips, eying up the unaware nurse...and the boy watching her from afar. "Your heart...Desires."
Faust looked at the notebook...and at the pen once again. If he wrote her name down...he could use her power freely for the day. He could control the power, and return to the others without incident. Though...he had to wonder how he would react to having that much power? It was easy to not use the notebook when he had to know the person....But..if he could just figure that out at a glance...
[Chapter 7: End] |
[Chapter 8: Pact]"Well, boy? Do you want it?" the tempting voice of Saril mused, crossing her legs over one another in the seat. "The eyes of a Goddess..The power to gather information, at a glance. The ability to lay bare...mysteries you might otherwise be unable to solve. To see...everything you want to...""Alright, FINE" Faust snapped, suddenly closing his mouth as the Nurse jumped."A..Ah? Fine?" her voice replied, turning around to face him. "What's Fine? Are you feeling better already? I'm not sure you were compeltely.."Faust got another quick view of black lingerie, flushing red as he quickly turned to face the wall on his side, covering the note and pen with his body. Several tensed seconds of silence filled the room, as he worried the woman would move closer. A few steps...and his secret would be out. He took several slow...quiet breaths, trying to listen for the woman's movements closer.Th-thump...Th-Thump..Th-Thump...His heart was pounding, breath catching in his throat. A few steps would be all it took to end this...But, he heard no approaching steps, opening his eyes once more."Go on. She's not looking." Saril's voice called, honey sweet...And filled with a growing excitement. Faust snuck the smallest of glances over his shoulder, seeing the nurse squirming...pressing a hand to the front of her outfit. Numbers were beginning to pop up, but Faust quickly peered back, looking at the book beneath him, drawing the pen. He quietly opened the book...tenatively turning the cover aside to a blank page...And gripping the pen.'Just..need to..' he thought, the tip of the pen lightly turning over in his hand as he scrawled. Letter by letter..moment by moment.....Ever quiet to listen for the footsteps...Any telltale signs of being busted...Oto...me Yan...a....gi....ya he penned slowly, closing the book quickly as he resumed his feigned sleep. The book seemed to dissipate underneath him, the pen following suit as Saril recalled it...Opening the pages."Oh...No details? How drab." she remarked, sounding almost...disappointed? "Oh well.A deal is a deal, Necromonium. Our Pact is sealed, and you will need only write my name on any surface to call upon my power. Just remember my end of the bargain whenever you do.""W..wait..! How do I turn it off?" he quickly blurted off, before gasping. He was sure he'd screwed up that time, but some shuffling sounds caught his attention."T..turn what.." the Nurse's voice called, suddenly hunched over and writhing. "Oh..The lights should just be a....Pardon me Necromonium, but I HAVE to excuse myself for now. I..if you need..any.."His eye flickered...and he could see the numbers rising rapidly.680/850Ml..750/850Ml800/850MlHe flushed, before watching the grown woman dart out of the room, letting out a strained whine of need. He pushed himself up from his seat, catching the lightest glimpse of darkening material, before feeling a pair of hands running over his face."Naughty boy.." Saril mused, cupping his face in her slender, gentle fingers. "Making a grown woman act like an ill-bodied schoolgirl. You should be proud.""B..But how do.." he started, before a finger ran over his eye. Suddenly, the world seemed to dull slightly, and he could feel something had changed..but he wasn't sure what. Saril quickly fluttered back to the skies, gesturing slightly as the bell began to ring for classes. A stampede of students could be heard charging through the halls, going here and there. He quietly paced over to the door, opening it to see the usual crowds of people..and a figure bouncing over to him."Ah! Faust!" Yuno mused, quickly maneuvering through the rampaging masses to his side. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he saw the girl donning her usual attire, a blue shirt, and a knee length, matching skirt. "Are you feeling better? Yuno was worried...""Ah..? O..Oh Yeah... I'm fine, Yuno." he answered, the girl wrapping her arms around him."Good..Faust shouldn't make Yuno fret like that." she cooed, laying her head on his chest for a few, peaceful moments. "Yuno's heart can't take any scares like that. If something happened to Faust..""I'm sorry." he apologized, wrapping his arms around her sides quietly. "I didn't mean to.."A sudden jerk of movement, and his hand had suddenly dipped, squeezing a bit lower than he had intended. Yuno's body jumped at this, bright red suddenly flowing through her cheeks."F..Faust! Yu..Yuno didn't know you.." she started quickly, patting down her skirt and rump as she averted her gaze. "Y..Yuno means...She...um...""A..Ah..! I..I didn't.." He stammered, the lightest traces of lavender escaping his gaze as he stared at his hand, quickly putting it to his side. "I..I'm sorry..! I wasn't..""I..It's f..fine." Yuno meekly replied, averting her gaze. "Y..Yuno just..was not prepared. Faust shouldn't be...L..Lewd like this...wh..where everyone..""I..it was an accident..!" he interjected, now burning bright red himself. "I..I didn't..I mean...""Yu..Yuno forgives you.." Yuno retorted, covering her face lightly with both hands. "Y..Yuno needs to go do something really quick!!!"Before he could stop her, the girl weaved and bobbed through the crowd, vanishing once more as he reach out...slumping slightly as he'd lost her in the sea of people. He looked back at his hand again...and then glanced around."That was you..wasn't it?" he remarked, seemingly to the air, as the Goddess's teasing voice rang out."Oh...That was all you." Saril replied, with a giggle. "I didn't touch a thing."Faust's face still flushed red, before he started to navigate through the crowd, making his way to the next class. As he was partway there though, a lightly familiar figure emerged from the bathrooms."Oh..! Faust..!" a silverette called, looking over at the boy. "You're feeling better, I h..Hope.""A..Ah? O.Oh, yeah. I am." he remarked, lightly rubbing his head. "Sorry for bumping into you before class..""O..Oh, it's fine." the girl stammered, her fingers twirling against her bangs a bit. "It was an accident...I..I mean, it wasn't intentional..So, it's fine.."Faust's gaze lightly averted at this, thinking all too soon about what had just occurred with Yuno, but a single sentence brought him back to reality."Your eye's not purple anymore.." Youmu replied, pointing. "Did something..happen?""Ah..?" he replied, suddenly cupping one of his eyes. "My..eyes aren't...purple."Saril's eyes widened slightly at this, before phasing through the walls, away from the group. Youmu's head tilted, standing on her tip-toes to look up."O..Oh..I'm sorry. I must have made a mistake." she replied, before turning. "I...Um...I'll see you in the class after next!""A..Ah..! Okay." he stated, starting to wave his hands. "See you then, Konpaku.""S..S..See you!" She replied, bouncing off the walls of the crowd as she left Faust alone with his thoughts again."How did she.." he thought to himself, before starting along the crowd himself. A few bumps and turns...But in time, he made his way to the next classroom, taking his seat as he peered around.'I hope Yuno's.. he thought, before hearing the flapping of wings."I hope you weren't friends with that girl." Saril's voice called, circling around the boy."Um..Kinda..sorta?" he replied, looking up at the woman. "We..know each other, but..I wouldn't..""You are a troublesome boy.." Saril called, now facing him as she held a hand over one of her eyes. "I suppose I should actually tell you how to turn on your power...For today, at least.""That..would be helpful, yes." he replied flatly, the woman kneeling down to stare him in the eye."Pay attention, Faust. This is important." She replied, with a much more serious tone in her voice. He lightly flushed, but nodded."O..okay." he replied meekly, the woman waving a hand over her face."To draw out your power, simply concentrate on a lecherous desire." she spoke, broadly. "The stronger the desire, the stronger the vision. When you wish to conceal it, think of something that would humiliate you.""How do I know.." he thought out loud, as the woman slammed a hand down on the desk."You'll know." she stated, sternly. "Just because you'll only have this for today, doesn't mean this information won't be relevant later. You will need to know how to do this in the future...I assure you.""O..okay.." he remarked, glancing as the door opened once again. "But..what's got you..""I have to go." Saril replied, starting out of the walls once more. "Do behave yourself, Faust."Faust blinked quietly for a few moments, before hearing someone pulling out the chair next to him, a familiar head of pink sitting next to him."H..hey Faust." Yuno replied lightly, her gaze still averted as the boy looked her over..and then back to the front of the room."Hey..Yuno." he stated lightly, closing his eyes for a moment.A Lecherous thought..' he thought, picturing what he'd felt earlier. His hand had gripped soft, bubbly flesh, making the girl next to him squeak. A flash of red....And, suddenly, his vision seemed to sharpen once more, the shirt on his neighbor seeming to evaporate into the air. He turned his head slightly more, but blushed even brighter as he looked....For, where her skirt had been...was bare, creamy flesh. The red garment from before had vanished, leaving not but tender, supple flesh...And teasing curves...Legs just barely covering a naughty place.'O..Oh gods..' he thought, bright red as he quickly snapped his head back. 'Something humilating...something humilating..'He thought of being called out in the middle of class, and not knowing the answer....But it was peppered with silky black lingere. He kneeled over slightly in his chair, trying to focus.'No..something..that'll make me feel.. he thought, before seeing the pink haired girl's figure shifting slightly. A hand dipped down to her skirt...And he saw something else flickering up.580/700MlHe blushed deeper, before a thought came to him...Of Yuno going through his things, and finding his stack of...vulgar magazines. A look of scorn, and disdain on her face.....And, in a flash, her outfit seemed to return, the numbers vanishing. He sighed loudly, blinking a few times to assure himself his vison was back to normal, before hearing the teacher stride into the room."Alright everyone, today we will be covering Egypt.." the teacher started, as the girl next to him put up her hand."M..Miss Reikishi..Yuno..""Yuno will have to wait." the teacher quickly halted her, starting to tap at the desk. "The lesson has just begun, and I'd like to think that you can hold it for a few minutes.""Y..Yuno understands." the girl meekly replied, Faust flushing slightly at the thought. He could see his vision sharpening again...As he quickly tried to suppress the thoughts.[600/700Ml]He thought of the silver haired girl walking in on him looking over one of his..magazines, his vision dulling once more as he suppressed himself again. The lesson continued on...And he did his best to keep his attention to class....Even as the pinkette squirmed and writhed. One of her hands lowered to her skirt, starting to press between her tensed thighs as she let out a few soft whimpers.630/700MlHe couldn't keep his vision from flickering back at every little sound...every tiny detail on the girl next to him provoking his powers again and again. He struggled to combat it, penning down his notes in a sloppy manner...as the numbers slowly, but surely climbed.640/700ML650/700Ml660/700MlHe did his best to stifle his excitement...before the teacher finally sat her pen on the desk."Alright..Any questions?" she started, looking at the group in general. Faust could see Yuno trembling in need, her hand lightly rubbing at herself to try to suppress the urge."C..Can Yuno.." she started, the teacher's focus snapping to her."Hand, Gasai." the teacher replied sternly, her face flushing as Faust's eyes flickered once more.640/700MlHe blushed deeply as he saw her thighs glistening slightly. He did his best to suppress the thoughts...as Yuno shakily raised her hand."C..Can Yuno please go to the bathroom?" she hurriedly asked, the teacher looking her over."Alright..." the teacher started, watching the girl cup herself, before she set her hands on the desk. "If you can tell me what was the full name of King Tut."Yuno's face seemed to lose all of it's color, as she visibly flinched."Well, Miss Gasai?" the teacher replied, with a firm, stern scowl. "Please stand up, and tell the class.""U...Umm..O..okay.." Yuno replied meekly, holding herself as she rocked slightly. "U..Um..Yu.Yuno..""On your feet, Gasai. And tell the class." the teacher asserted, as Faust paused, glancing over his notes. The girl rose from her chair, trembling in front of the class as she swayed her hips."R...right..." she started, blushing deeply as he saw the glistening liquid dripping down her legs.680/700ML"K..King Tut's...F..Fu..Full...N..N..Name..."690/700"I..I..Is...""King Tutankhaten." Faust snapped louder than he intended, everyone's eyes resting on him. He paused...Averting his gaze as the teacher let out a tensed, terse sigh."Correct..But I was asking Miss Gasai." the teacher remarked with pursed lips. "Next time Faust..please try to contain yourself from spouting the answer out in front of class."A gasp from the pinkette. and her freshly glistening thighs made him flush, as she pressed against the desk.665/700Ml"Miss Reikishi!" Yuno hurriedly stammered, her face burning red as the teacher nodded."Yes yes." the teacher sounded, waving her hands. "Go, Miss Gasa-"Faust could see some sharply dwindling numbers...before the girl practically sprinted out of the room, her thighs glistening...and her skirt, darkened in the back. He blushed...but could feel his vision sharpening again.'So close..' he thought, with a slightly pleased grin. Though it was quite a lovely sight, it was also good to help her out of her predicament. His eyes glanced back at this, spotting a sizable puddle on the chair next to his.'Gods...if I hadn't helped her..' he thought again, lightly twirling his pencil as the teacher gestured towards the class."Now, after that little outburst." Miss Reikishi mused again, looking over. "If you'll all turn to page 60...I'll give you your assignment for today. Necromonium, you can tell Gasai when she's returned..."========================================================================Darkening fabric, warming thighs, and the sprays of fluid. Yuno could feel every little spray escaping her as she dug her fingers into her skirt, gasping for breath."Yuno's....gonna.." she thought out loud, scurrying down the halls into the place of her salvation...A bathroom.She rounded the corner of the hall, feeling her body pump out a much longer squirt of warmth into her grip."No..No..Yuno's so close!" she said to herself, barging through the door, and looking at the stalls. A white haired figure was emerging from one, patting at her skirt."Hopefully, Mr Tanaka will.." Youmu's voice stated, before the pinkette charged past her."S..Sorry, but Yuno is peeing right NOW!" the girl stammered, an increasingly loud Pssssssh sound starting to escape her. Youmu felt herself pressed against the door, as Yuno practically mounted the commode, a loud, gushing torrent splashing into the toilet.Youmu blushed slightly at this, watching the pinkette sag in relief as she held her skirt up slightly. Youmu caught a slight view of creamy flesh, before averting her gaze."Oh...Yuno is glad she took off her panties before class.." the girl mused out loud, Youmu's blush deepening, as she started out of the bathroom in turn."L..lewd.." she said to herself in the hall, before pulling out her phone. She had originally went to the bathroom for the intended purpose, but with what she'd seen...Fingers dialed up a number.....As it rang. Once...twice..."Yo, whatcha need?" a voice called from the other side, Youmu covering her phone slightly."A..Ah..It's me." She answered, speaking into it. "I need your hel..""Help? Of course ya do." the other voice called, with a cheery tone. "Need me to get rid of some incriminating garments again?"Another blush, as Youmu shook her head."N..No. Not that kind of thing.." she quickly protested. "It's....""Just, remember you gotta use my code name if it's one of..those kind of situations." The voice called, stifling a chuckle. "Who knows if someone's listening in, yeah?"Youmu paused, but sighed lightly."Alright...P." she stated, lightly. "I've..found something that I need your help for. One of my classmates had a...strange presence about him.""Strange? That kind of strange? Or, stealing your gym clothes strange?""Supernatural strange." Youmu quickly added with another flush, shaking her head. "Purple glow on his eyes..that kind of thing.""Ah...Sounds supernatural, alright." the voice, "P" called. "I'll be down there in a day or two. Make sure you have my room ready.""I..I will. Thank you." Youmu stated, breathing a sigh of relief. "I'd be worried if something happened in my school like that...""Don't worry. Supernatural Hunter P is on the case." the voice replied confidently, grinning. "I'll save your little boyfriend in no time.""He's not my.." Youmu protested, starting down the hall."I know, I'm just messin with ya." P replied, likely grinning. "What kind of.."A dial tone rang out at this, the other line having shut down. Outside of the school...quite a ways away, a girl stood with a grin on her face. Crimson hair descended past her shoulders, black roots showing it was dyed. A loose violet shirt, and black pants hugged her body slightly. One eye gleamed with a silvery aura, as she tucked away the phone on her body."Figures. She's always been too fun to tease." she called out to no one, reaching beside her to pull out a segmented staff, with a shimmering edge on the end. "Still..if anything's threatening my little sister and her classmates..It should be my duty to solve this case."She flicked out the staff, it forming into a Scythe as she swung it ominously."I hope whatever it is will be worth my time..." she called, a dark shoe stamping out the last remnants of a shadowy essence....The target of her last investigation "Haven't felt a good rush in a long time."
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[Chapter 9: Pushing Limits]Ring...Ring..Ring..
There was the bell, signalling the end of History class. Faust slumped over on his desk, looking at the notes as he'd finally suppressed his urges, and wasn't seeing undergarments, and numbers everywhere he looked. His notes suffered, and the pinkette never returned from her bathroom trip...But, things had at least been looking up.
'Only have Gym left..and I'll be home free. he thought to himself, picking up his [and Yuno's] things as the class inevitably crowded their way out of the room."All of that power..and you don't use any of it." Saril's voice called out, musing once more. "Surely you're not afraid, are you?""I'm not afraid..." Faust mouthed to the woman, closing his eyes. "I just...think there's a time and place for everything. And this...""Is the ideal kind of time." Saril finished, fluttering down. "The kind of things you desire....It's simply no fun to have all that build up..without a satisfying climax. Life without a little....risk is hardly living at all.""I understand...but..""And...if you don't use my powers today, Remember.....any other times in the future..." Saril reminded, fluttering down to look him in the eye. "It'll cost you. Do you really want to give up your taste of power, without even a single incident?""I don't, but..""Then prove it." Saril added sternly, pressing a finger to his head. "Show me that you're worth staying around...Or you might have to do without me.""What about Konpaku?" Faust remarked, gesturing. "You seemed pretty worried about me hanging out with her. Since..she could see you?""Tch..." Saril scoffed, turning her head away. "Just because some girl could spoil your fun doesn't stop you from having it, does it? Like if you're watching one of those videos...""Alright, Fine. I'll try it." Faust snapped, shaking his head. "Just...leave me alone, alright? I can handle myself.""Can you? ..Can you really..?" Saril taunted...turning her head back as Faust glared up at her. He quietly stomped off, braving the crowd of students as he passed through the halls..and started into the bathroom. Saril fluttered about outside, glancing around for the familiar head of white hair.....before leaning up against the wall. A few minutes passed...before she saw the head of green emerge once again...Though, no sooner had he looked at her, did he look away, merely moving along."What did you do?" Saril mused, the boy continuing on quietly.
"You'll see." Faust remarked, borrowing a bit of her teasing tone. Saril frowned, but finally went silent...Starting along with him as he made his way to the Gym.
"You wanna see how well I can handle myself?" he whispered to the Goddess, pushing open the door. "Then just watch..and you'll see how well I can do so."Saril tilted her head slightly, but merely followed the boy in, shimmering ever so slightly as she saw the white haired girl from before."H..Hey Faust." Youmu's voice called, waving her hand at him lightly.
"Hey Youmu." Faust replied with a small smile, waving back. "Hopefully, Gym won't be too bad, yeah?"
"Y..yeah.." The girl replied, flushing deeply as she averted her gaze. A small flush could be seen on her face, before a sudden shrieking could be heard from the girl's bathroom. Girls scurried out in a hurried manner, tugging down shirts, or tugging up shorts. Faust raised an eyebrow, one of the girls even tumbling out with her shorts around her ankles, teal panties exposed, and a puddle growing behind her. He averted his gaze politely, one hand covering his eyes a bit as the purple flared up.'Gotta stay calm..' he thought, as the teacher moved over."What happened?!" she called out to the girls, who pointed hurriedly back at the door.
"Th..there's...A flood!" one girl called out, quickly...The poor girl at the end covering herself with a flush.
"The toilets just....erupted!"
"There's water everywhere!"
"My shoes are all wet...!""Calm down, calm down." The teacher called, turning her head. "I'll call the janitor immediately. Wait in your spots everyone.""M..may I..." the soaked girl sniffled, the teacher letting out a sigh.
"Yes..You may be excused." She called, the girl hoisting up her shorts..now nursing a giant wet spot as she scurried out of the gym. Faust turned his head away from the group at this, going to change his own clothes as the Goddess followed."That was you, wasn't it?" Saril mused with a chuckle, as Faust was pulling on his gym shirt.
"Just watch." he re-asserted, starting out of the changing rooms as he moved to his spot."Yuno's glad she changed before all of that happened." the familiar pinkette mused, Faust shaking his head lightly.
"Yeah..seriously." he remarked, watching the Gym teacher do what he could guess was informing the Janitor of the..situation.
"Wh-What do you think happened..?" Youmu's voice called, scooting over to the two.
"Probably some kind of prank.." Faust guessed, shrugging his shoulders. "Though, at the end of the day? Really?"
"Yuno wonders..." the pinkette pondered, as the Gym teacher started towards them, the janitor looking moderately disgruntled."Alright class.." the teacher called out to the group, rubbing her head. "Because of this...incident, the girl's room is going to be shut down until our Janitor can get the mess cleaned up."She was met with a myriad of protests, raising her hands in response."Now now..Calm down." the teacher ordered, gesturing with a firm expression until they quieted down. "We'll make sure you get your things and such in time. But, for now..We're going to do some basic stretches...And we'll be playing Dodgeball today."The class had a mixed response to the game, some of the group cheering...and others groaning. The gym teacher merely scowled at the group, the class quieting even faster than before. Faust was..indifferent to the game. You threw balls at the other team, tried to hit them, and tried to not get hit yourself. If a ball was thrown, and caught before it hit the ground, the thrower was out. Simple enough...."Ahh..Have you played Dodgeball, Youmu?" Yuno's voice called, as the class stretched. Touching their toes, twisting a bit, and doing a few jumping jacks."Once or twice..." she replied, with an uneasy tone. "When i was in elementary school...Do you think they'll go easy on me?""Yuno...sincerely doubts it." the pinkette remarked in an honest..if not assuring tone."Figures..." Youmu muttered, as the teacher blew a whistle."Alright! Everyone, line up! We're gonna pick teams." she called, glancing over the class as a whole. "We'll need two team captains....."The class raised their hands in turn, save for Faust and Youmu. The teacher's eyes glanced over the crowd...and gestured."Troit.." She started, prompting a girl with lime green hair, and a purple ribbon in her hair starting forward. Ellie Troit...A classmate that was always perky, polite, and cheery....If a bit of a doormat. She turned to face the crowd of students at this, beaming bright as usual as the teacher took over again.
"And.....Kazuma." she decided, a much...larger figure approached. Kazuma Kokiryu. One of the star linebackers for the school football team...and with good reason.He had a ferocious temper, an imposing stature of about six foot three, and easily over two hundred and fifty pounds...of what he made sure to assert to everyone of 'Pure muscle.' Faust never openly debated the matter, knowing better than to try to match wits against fist like that.
"Who goes first..?" the imposing figure called, golden hazel eyes peering over the crowd...As if he was scouting for an actual war, rather than just a game.'Probably the same thing to him.' Faust thought with a badly suppressed smirk, as the Gym teacher paused, pulling out a coin.
"Troit, call it." she remarked, flipping it into the air."A..Ah..! Heads!" she called quickly, the teacher catching the coin....and peering at it.
"Troit." the teacher mused, Kazuma snapping his eyes the other way in obvious annoyance. Because....."Gasai!" Ellie's voice called out, the pinkette moving in stride towards the girl's side with a polite smile. Kazuma sneered, and glanced out amidst the crowd in annoyance. Yuno was one of the most popular, (And Talented) students when it came to physical activity....Always the first pick on teams. Compared to her.."Wakui." Kazuma's voice called, a boy with bleached hair striding past Faust to his side. He wasn't the most imposing figure in the group, but he had good technique. Of course, with that..."Tsuchiko!" Ellie's voice called, one of the more bookish girls passing by him. Brown hair, glasses... Her name was...Aussa, if he recalled correctly. Faust leaned back and closed his eyes, knowing how this kind of thing went."Yamakaji." Kazuma spat, another giant of a teen with crimson hair passing by him."Shijima!" Ellie's voice beckoned, a much skinnier and much less imposing boy passing Faust by."Hand." Kazuma addressed, one of the other, taller girls moving to his side. .Imposing in her own right, her body toned in the same manner that the other members selected by him was."Konpaku!" Ellie addressed, Youmu's eyes widening a bit in surprise, pointing at herself, and then eagerly hopping over to the girl's side.The two would pick out just about every other student before him. Ellie, out of her own insistence on trying to make sure no one felt unwanted......And Kazuma, because well..."Ban." the linebacker snapped, a few people on his team protesting.
"She's got a Fractured Wrist, Kazuma." one of the students called in disbelief, gesturing towards the red head's firm cast.
"I'm aware." Kazuma merely retorted, silencing the boy as he glared at Faust. A chill could be felt running down his spine...before he slumped over a bit."Oh..! Sorry Necromonium." Ellie's voice called, bowing deeply. "I should have picked you sooner..."
"Don't worry about it." He assured, waving aside her worries and apologies, as the teacher sent them to their sides. 'After all..'The green haired girl flinched, lightly tensing her legs as the teacher blew the whistle, signalling the start of an all-out war.
'It was part of my plan.'"W..wait..! C..Can we pause for a..."Almost immediately, the imposing figure of a team captain rose to the front lines, sending a ball straight down the path of their own troubled team captain. Faust winced as he heard the Thud of impact, watching Ellie tumble to the ground. He hadn't intended on it being Kazuma being the one that had hit her....But, it made the resulting Pssssssssshing sound make all of the more sense."Oh my God, Kokiryu, you hit her so hard she pissed herself." one of the guys on Kazuma's team called, making the group stop and stare. Ellie's face flushed bright red as she crossed over her legs, trying to stem her flow."A..A..Ahhhhnn...N..No..No..." the girl stammered, covering herself up as the group started to laugh at her....Before a ball went whizzing by, silencing one the chuckling boys by clocking him square in the face, and knocking him to the ground."Are you okay, Troit?" Yuno's voice called, moving over to stand in front of the soaking girl. "Yuno can't believe he'd do something like that..""A..Ahnnn..Gasai.." Ellie snivelled, before another ball went soaring past, Yuno barely having time to dodge out of the way."Tch...Reflexes still second to none, Gasai." Kazuma spat, having had a laser focus on his goal from here. Faust glanced to the team warily, realizing all too soon why he wasn't focusing on anyone else.Most of their team was...less than ideal for anything athletic, much less against actual athletes. Yuno was clearly the only threat on their team.....Though..."Why isn't the teacher stopping any of this..?" Youmu called, snapping Faust's attention back to the topic at hand."Yeah, you'd think.." he started, glancing up as the woman darted outside of the Gym, her hands buried under a pair of magenta track pants. 'I definitely accounted for her..' With no teacher to halt the match, it was clear that Kazuma's side wasn't going to stop until they had claimed victory....Come Hell, or spilled waters."Get off the court, Troit." Kazuma snapped, turning his head as a ball started past him, the tall girl from before catching the ball."Bad move Shijima." she snapped, the skinny brown haired boy visibly flinching.
"Right! Rightright! I'm out! I getcha..See y-"
WhumpfHe was out, indeed...And, someone gently drug him over to the side of the court. It was clear that the other team was playing for keeps...And well..."T..Time out...Hold on.." Aussa's voice called suddenly, the brunette holding her arms in a T fashion. "Can't it wait until the teacher gets back? I mean..We need to clean the court, and...and.."WhumpfShe had been hit in the chest, but fell down all the same. She flinched, biting her lips....and letting out a tensed, pained groan. Red rose to her cheeks, as a puddle started to flow out from under her, the girl suffering an accident similar to what the team captain had."Dude, again?" one of the guys called, Kazuma scowling."We're going to finish this." the boy snapped, bracing himself and stomping down a foot. His eyes were set..his target was locked....Yet, Yuno never gave up trying to do her best for the team, passing balls back to the others, and making an advance herself. As she saw the red head with the cast grabbing a ball as well, she flung a ball at the girl's leg, it smacking against her and almost immediately bouncing to the ground. A tricky shot to get right...But, allowing the girl to get sent out before she could get hurt. Despite being the best player on the team though..She was just one girl."Now." Kazuma called, winging out a ball towards the pinkette that she couldn't dodge. The impact of it against her side in an ill-timed turn could be heard through the room.....Yet, before the ball could hit the ground, Faust had dove for it, arms outstretched as he gripped it between his fingers. A dramatic save.....That caused the taller boy to pause."....Dammit." Kazuma snapped, the others turning."You know...we don't have anyone enforcing the rules."
"You could just....keep hitting them, and nobody can stop you.""No...." Kazuma called, quietly pacing over to the side of the area...and sitting down properly. An unexpectedly graceful loser.....Though.."Well, nothing's stopping us from doing so." The red haired member of the team called, grinning as he looked at the white haired girl by her lonesome. "Wonder if I can pop this one like Kokiryu did. Maybe if I get her right between the legs..."Youmu flinched, whimpering as she held her hands in front of her face, stumbling back and falling onto her rump.
"P..please don't..!" she pleaded, as she heard the loud wooshing of balls being flung by her head. Each one hit the wall with a loud, painful Thud.... enough for her to imagine what it would be like to be hit by one of them. Each one prompted another whimper...another shake...a squeak....
And eventually, a section of her shorts grew a bit darker than the rest of the material as it pooled between her legs."Oh my god..is she really..?"
"You sick bastard, Yamakaji. You did it." one of the guys called, guffawing. "You scared her so bad she pissed herself. What a baby, right?"
"Bwahaha...Oh my god...Are you even a High-schooler? I mean..""You mean What, Yamakaji?"A stern, commanding...and outright Terrifying voice called out...One that made even the hardasses of the school quake in fear.....Miss Emil. The sternest, strictest, and downright most ferocious teacher in the whole school. With firm disciplinary methods, a glare that would make a Medusa turn to stone, and the cold, steely eyes of a professional at her craft.Rumors floated about her being a former interrogator for the Military...Others said she descended from Gods of torture themselves...and some just said she was just a literal nightmare, given physical form. The last thing you would ever want to do is be caught...."Bullying another student.." The woman stated in a low, cool voice. "Mister Yamakaji..I don't believe I need to remind you what the punishment is for that..""N..No..! No..please.." the man stammered, moving over to the woman and kneeling down. "Please...Please...Not again...Please don't....I'll do anything! I'll lick your boots! I'll crawl around on all fours and bark like a dog! I'll Apologize! Anything but...""See me after school...Yamakaji." The woman called flatly, glancing at the janitor still mopping up the bathrooms...and then turning along on her path. The boy stared at the empty space where the teacher had been....And, his entire group did as well. Everyone, save for..."Karma is a bitch." Kazuma stated quietly, standing up. "This is why you need to know when to stop, Yamakaji. We'll have to start practice without you again, it seems.""K..Kaz man..""You brought this on yourself." the linebacker stated flatly, shaking his head. "I can't help you. Nobody can help you from here."The whole class had gone silent..No comments on the repeated accidents, the game...or, even regular conversation could be heard throughout the gym...Now eerily quiet. The way Miss Emil usually left rooms."Konpaku.. It's okay.." Faust's voice called, softly. "The game's over..."
"Yuno should have paid more attention, Youmu.." the pinkette added, apologietically. "She just was too focused on the game, and didn't see you were in trouble...So...""I..I..I..It's okay.." Youmu's voice sniffled, blushing red as she glanced from side to side. "Is..where is..."
"They're...waiting on the teacher to get back." Faust answered, gesturing towards the group. The whole class had agreed to call off the game after the intrusion by Miss Emil, content instead to just sit quietly. "I'm sorry we....Well..umm..""I..it's fine..I'm...used to it." Youmu replied meekly, covering herself in her knees. "I..I'm s-s-s-sorry..."
"Don't be...He was out of line." Yuno's voice called, gently nudging the girl. "Yuno'll help you, Youmu. Come on.."Faust gave the two some space, watching as Yuno ushered Youmu towards the same place the other two girls that had accidents had gone. Even with the Janitor's cleaning underway, they still had the Nurse's office to go to....Or, at least that's where he figured they would be. As the group made it's way out of the door though, Faust closed his eyes."Was that enough to prove I'm not afraid of it?" he called under his breath, the Goddess fluttering down.
"Depends on how much of that was you...and how much was just coincidence."
Faust smirked, and gestured through the wall, about where his things were. Saril floated through the walls, coming up to his bag in the Guy's room..and starting to thumb through the notebook.
Marisa Makyua: At 2:30 PM, she clogs up the girl's bathrooms in the school gym, flooding out the entire room. On her way out, she stumbles, and loses control all over herself.Eriko Emiya: 2:45 PM Puts her students into two different teams for dodgeball...Selecting Ellie and Kazuma As Captains.. After the game starts, she experiences a sudden urge, and has to dart to the third floor bathrooms to try to make it to the bathroom in time....Leaking enough to stall her from returning to class immediately.Ellie Troit: 2:46 PM Chooses Faust as the last member on her team, then experiences an overpowering urge as the match starts. When she gets hit with a dodgeball, she loses control all over the gym room floor.Aussa Tsuchiko: 2:52 PM She experiences an overpowering urge, and asks for a time-out in the game. Pees herself when hit with a ball.Youmu Konpaku: 2:55 PM Wets herself in fear when dodging a myriad of dodgeballs aimed close to her...only saved when a Teacher interrupts the class."Oh my...he was busy." Saril mused to herself, floating back to the boy as she gave him an approving grin. The boy smirked back at the Demoness, his purple eye glowing brightly...Before eventually...Brrrrrrrrrring...BrrrrrrrrrrrrrrringIt was over. Gym class had ended, and everyone had their time to change into regular clothes...And head for the buses. Faust met up with Youmu and Yuno, the trio having a mostly silent ride to their homes...Yuno following Faust along after his stop to his place.==========================================================================
"Still though, Five names in a row..." Saril mused, recollecting at the end of the day. "You really are a vulgar boy..making so many women experience your little...tastes.""Hey, you were the one who goaded me into it." Faust cited, closing his eye as the purple eye shone. "If you didn't accuse me of being a coward...""You're a fool, if you're baited that easily." Saril retorted, twirling her hands a bit. "And if you're not careful, someone will take advantage of that.""Like you?" He remarked, in a matter-of-fact tone. "I know how to tell when I'm being conned...I just wanted a reason to really see how much I could do.""Sure you did." Saril mused, as she fluttered around him. "Though, maybe now, you understand just how powerful that book you carry is. It's no dream journal....""I'll say." Faust called, glancing at the note. "Something that can incite some dreams, yeah...but, it's much more..""You're just scratching the surface.." Saril mused in her ever taunting tone, fluttering up. "Though..I suppose if I goad you into everything, you'll never truly learn on your...""Right.." Faust remarked flatly, shaking his head. "I think I'll be fine. I know how to handle myself.""Fauuuuuuuuust!" Yuno's voice called, prompting the boy to turn. Saril shrugged lightly, the boy turning."Coming..!" he replied, starting down the hall into his room....And almost immediately, he regretted what he had said.For in the hands of the Pinkette was...a Certain..."Faust....is this Omorashi-Weekly Yours?"
Incriminating, vulgar magazine he thought he had hid well.
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Faust would like to apologize for the lengthy delays between chapters. Faust is just....decently exhausted from real life things. He hopes that he can keep a slightly less delayed schedule. Though, in the meantime....
Faust would like to warn that this chapter is a bit more...Adult than some of the other ones. If you are sensitive to that kind of thing, or are otherwise not wishing to read that...
Well, Faust figured he'd give the warning in case there was any that wanted it. He hopes you continue to read, and enjoy the tale...
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[Chapter 10: Breaking Boundaries:]
"U..Umm..."
"Yuno asked you a question, Faust." The pinkette called, stepping closer to the boy, hoisting the magazine up higher. "Is this 'Omorashi Weekly', Faust's?"
The cover was of some stereotypical blonde girl, holding her crotch as a stream burst from behind her fingers. He hadn't really had a chance to peruse the issue with the recent events...But as the pinkette held it up, he struggled to find any words to respond, the purple fading from his eyes quickly.
"It...umm...Ahhh.." he barely managed to stammer, as the girl pulled the magazine down, opening it up as her eyes glanced over it. "It's....I..I mean...You see....A..Aahhnn.."
Pink eyes poured over the pages, as Faust quietly awaited his fate. A cold sweat could be felt going down his neck, the silence growing heavier and heavier by the minute, until....
"So..." Yuno's voice started, moving closer towards him. "This kind of thing...Turns Faust on?"
"A...Ah..?" Faust barely had time to respond, before the pinkette suddenly pressed against him...and he could feel soft flesh pressing into his body. The girl's fingers lightly grazed over his shoulder, the other hand still palming the book.
"So...if Faust were to see this..." Yuno's voice called, pulling the magazine up to his line of sight. He was presented with the sight of a girl with teal hair, positively flooding a pair of greying, blue striped panties. "Faust would get...excited?"
Faust felt a sudden brush of fingers against his lower waist, the girl's fingers running over him.
"A..Ah...Yuno.." he stammered, flushing deeply as the girl pressed into him.
"Shush, Faust.." she whispered, pressing her lips to his neck. "I'm talking now..."
He could feel his face flushing up...before suddenly, his eyes fluttered closed...
And, in just as quick a moment, the bright rays of the sun shone through the blinds..and Faust winced.
"Nnnghh...Five more...Ah?" he murmured, before suddenly rocketing up in his bed, looking around.
"She went home, lover-boy." Saril's voice teased out of him, leaning against the wall quietly. "And you'll thank me later."
"What...did you do?" Faust replied, before wincing...and in a flash, the memories of the previous night had rushed back. Yuno had found his magazines...but, rather than being repulsed, she had..made advances on him....
His face flushed red at the thought, lightly pulling the covers aside on his bed as he sat on the edge of it.'Then...She was taking off her shir...shir...shirt..' he thought, blushing deeper, as he pictured it. His hands had gone to rub at her sides instinctually...and, she winced. A bruise on her side from the dodgeball game....an ounce of hesitation. However, from there....he could only remember in patches. The two had quietly halted their movements...and she seemed even more reserved than before...And, apparently had gone home on her own.
"I took over." Saril stated, plainly. "We have a contract, after all. I was taking over to.."
"To what?" Faust snapped, face still flushed with effort. "I didn't owe you anything! You said I could use those powers for free that day! I don't recall saying you could take an advance out on my body!"
"If you'll listen for a few moments.." Saril continued, her usual grin being marred with a frown.
"No, you listen!" he snapped, moving over to grab the book. "I can get rid of this at anytime....And that'd end our contract, wouldn't it? You'd lose out on your fun, and.."
"Yes, it would..but.."
"But nothing! You robbed me of a...precious moment." He remarked, glancing to the side. "And..I can't forgive you for that."
"I didn't rob you of anything." Saril called, pointing at the note. "You have the oppurtunity to recreate that scene at any time...With my power."
"Yeah...but it's not going to be genuine as that." he quipped, clearly sour about her interference. The Goddess sighed, before fluttering around to him.
"Fine..Fine. I'll pay you compensation for doing that." She called out in her low tone, running her finger over his chin. "I'll pay you back...for every bit you were denied. With your little harlot, or what have you..."
Faust frowned, still obviously pouting as the being fluttered.
"And...I'll give you a free pass." she added, running a finger on his wrist. A small surge of energy flowed through her, before forming into a tiny, barely visible key on his forearm. "Simply touch that to my mark in one way or another..And It'll free you of any costs to using my abilities. That better?"
Faust still scowled, mumbling under his breath.
"I can take it back, you know." She added, Faust letting out a sigh.
"Yeah..fine. fine." he answered, starting to prepare for class. "Am still mad though.."
"Yes, yes..I get it. But listen..."
"Just..don't talk to me today." he snapped, pulling on his shirt. "Leave me alone...Just for today, alright? I can handle myself without you...And, you don't want to get found out by Konpaku, now do you?"
Saril's brow furrowed, and she bit her lip in a firm frown...before stretching herself back.
"You know what? Sure...Fine. I'll take a day off." she called, yawning loudly. "You have fun with school, lover boy. Tell everyone I said Hello."
"I will." he responded flatly, grabbing his things. "Have a nice day, Saril."
"You know how to reach me." the Goddess called with a wave of her finger, her clothes falling to the floor. Faust flushed, and turned his gaze back towards the door, starting out of the apartment in a muted huff.
The path to the bus stop was quiet and uneventful, as Faust looked around.'I hope Yuno's not mad..' he thought quietly, glancing around the area. 'She's usually here before me...but..'
As he'd thought it, the pinkette seemed to appear...coming over the horizon with her bag slung over her shoulder in a hurry. He waved his hand at the girl, as she came careening over the sidewalk.
"Ahahhhhhh..! Yuno's late! Yuno's late! Yuno's very late!" she cried out, scurrying to his side. "Yuno's sorry Faust! Yuno hit her alarm once, and then again..and again..and..."
"A..Ah..it's okay Yuno.." Faust assured, waving a hand. "The bus hasn't come yet, and.."
"Ah...! And she wasn't...last night.." She added, with a flush. "Yuno was really ti.......Yuno's..."
"A..Ah..it's.." Faust stammered back, blushing as he averted his gaze once more. Thankfully, the bus saved the two from an awkward moment, pulling in as if on cue. Faust hurriedly started onto the bus with the pinkette, the two quickly finding their seats.
"So...Umm.." Yuno sttaed quietly, averting her gaze. "Faust..isn't mad at Yuno?"
Faust paused, before lightly shaking his head,...a smile coming to his lips again.
"Of course not." he assured, lightly rubbing her shoulder. "I could never be mad at you."
A broad smile could be seen forming on the girl's face, before the bus suddenly jerked to a stop, sending them forward a bit.
"Sorry! Had to dodge a cat." the driver called, the students groaning in annoyance as the bus started up again, and eventually...They made their way to school.
As they stepped off from the bus, Faust felt the pinkette pressing against his side again.
"Faust...You can wait for me here, right?" She called, pressing her legs lightly together. "I'll...Be right back."
"Ah..? Oh...S..Sure." he answered, blushing lightly. He had a feeling he knew where she was going...And decided to lean up against the wall.'Was last night even real..?' he thought to himself, shaking his head again. 'I mean...It still feels....surreal...'
He hadn't had any problems with Yuno going through his private sort of things before...And, she'd never been that forward before. Thinking of how Saril had interrupted by taking over for him at that point, he felt a frown making it's way to his face....But it was dispelled by a familiar voice...Even if a pair of hands went over his eyes to try to mask it.
"Guess who, Fausty-poo?" Yuno's voice cooed softly, as he felt her pressing her body into him once more.
"I'm gonna guess...Yuno?" he lightly called back, feigning ignorance enough for the girl to giggle. As she removed his hands, and he turned to face the girl though, he tilted his head.
"Yuno..? You're..Wearing Jeans now?" he remarked quietly, as the girl smiled, turning around and placing a hand on her....shapely bottom.
"You like em? I think they hug my hips very well." Yuno mused, wiggling her rear at him slightly. Faust found himself staring for a few moments...Prompting him to shyly avert his gaze, and blush again.
"Y..Yeah..They do." he meekly stammered, before feeling the girl tug him down towards her, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"And they're so tight, my tinkle tank could just...explode."
Faust could feel the red forming on his face completely eclipsing any other emotion he had. A thousand thoughts raced through his head as he briefly turned, the pinkette still softly rocking her hips, and bouncing on her toes.
"Y..Yuno..?" he weakly whimpered, the girl starting to drag him along.
"Better hurry, or we'll be late." the girl called, with a mischevious, pleased grin. "No time for bathroom breaks, or any other detours."
"Y..Yes..Yes.." Faust replied with a hefty blush, trying to calm himself before he marched into class. The girl was..far more direct than she usually was....But..she was...and he....
He blushed as he diverted his gaze to the wall again....Embarassed at the very thought.'I...Kind of like being drug around like this.' he thought with a flush, as the two made their way to their classroom..Yuno taking her seat and rocking in it slightly. Faust sat down next to her, as the girl lowered a hand to her lap.
"Faust should take very good notes today." Yuno's voice called in a quiet and soft, yet commanding tone. "That way, Yuno can focus on more....pressing matters."
Faust didn't need to be told twice, grasping his pen and notebook in a flash. For the first time in a while, he was ready for class to start. Even as the teacher droned on and on, Faust nearly transcribed the whole lesson, stealing a glance of the girl next to him.
Yuno trembled, and tensed her thighs every so often, putting the tip of her pen into her mouth with one hand. Her other hand remained firmly in her lap, gripping herself every so often. with a few soft. tensed whimpers that only Faust could hear. He could only imagine how much she was holding as he had worked to keep writing..the teacher finally closing the book for the day after what felt like an incredibly short lesson.
"Alright, that's enough for today. Feel free to take the last few minutes to yourself." She called, prompting the class to do it's usual thing, and explode into chatter. As Faust looked over to Yuno, the girl gripped herself again.
"Well..class is over." he called to the girl, Yuno letting out a soft whimper.
"Mmm..and I need to go baaaaaad." Yuno whispered, her other hand pulling out the pen to show it full of chew marks. "But...I don't know if I should ask to go.....Mean teacher might not let me."
Faust blushed deeper at this, glancing at the teacher, and then the girl in turn. He paused for a few moments, before chancing a reply.
"Can you hold it..?" he asked her with a small smile. "If you can-"
A thought that was met with a response he hadn't expected. No sooner than the words 'hold it' come out of his mind, did the pinkette hold something indeed, reaching across the table with an encouraging squeze.
"I think Yuno can hold it for another class." the girl mused back to him in a whisper, the boy flushing with his mouth agape.
"I..I...Okay.."
The girl let loose her grip before anyone could notice, leaving the boy flustered, and staring blankly. He eventually came to his senses, in time for the bell to ring. Faust put away his things, Yuno moving to his side eagerly as he started out into the halls with her.
"A..are you sure you can hold it for another class..?" He whispered to her, the girl giving him a coy smile.
"Nope." She whispered back, pressing his hand against her. He could feel her tensed, quivering thighs...And her trembling. "And these jeans just make it...So. Tough. on my bladder..."
Faust was, at this point, resigned to his fate at perpetually flushing from the girl's responses. He quietly murmured an affirmative to her response, the girl letting out a giggle as they paced the halls to their next class. Faust could feel every little quiver...every little shake..every ounce of desperation that flowed through Yuno's body..and judging by her expression, Faust imagined she knew this too.
All too soon they were in their next class, and the process from before repeated...with Faust penning notes, and the pinkette's squirms and writhes becoming much more evident. Enough so that...
"Miss Gasai..since you seem so full of energy, why don't you solve the equation on the board?" the teacher called, making the pinkette gasp.
"Ohh..It's gonna come out.." She whispered to Faust, as she struggled to her seat. "If only there was something to help me...hold it."
Faust could feel his excitement jumping up at this...As the girl slowly paced her way to the front of the class. There was a telling shake in her step, a quiver in her motions..Accented by the tightness of her jeans that did little to hide her urges. Faust found himself staring again as the girl reach for a marker, legs scissoring together.
'..You know..' he thought as the girl lightly doubled over, a few struggled gasps making their way to his ears..and the class. He reach into his bag, pulling out the black notebook, and fanning it open to a page. '..That can be arranged.'
He'd never been so..casual, and open with the note...But, if she wanted to hold out just a little bit longer...
His pen shifted notebooks as the girl prepared to solve the equation. It felt..very naughty to be using the note on someone that was already bursting...But....
'Yuno Gasai. 1:05 PM. She makes her way away from the crowd of students. Though..
He let his pen drop as the girl started back to her seat, giving him a naughty smile.
"Almost lost it.." she whispered in a low voice, prompting the boy to smile lightly.
"But you held it." he responded in an equally low voice, the girl starting to lean over again..But flinching as her hands buried into her jeans.
"N..not for much longer at this rate.." She mused back to him, her whole body starting to quiver. "Am..gonna have to go before lunch..Or It'll.."
Faust lightly tensed his own body at this, the unthinkable coming to mind. Those tight jeans...a large dark patch flowing down them....The material shimmering with liquid...and it even trailing up her rump since she was sitting down. He lightly figeted in his own seat at this, waiting for the class to end with an excitement he'd never felt before.
The girl next to him wiggled in her seat more and more, biting another pen repeatedly as she crossed her legs tightly, tears starting to well up in her eyes. He could practically taste the tension in the air around her, as she eyed the clock warily.12:55....12:56....12:57...
Faust himself had taken to gnawing on his own pen, watching as the minutes ticked down, starting to picture it once again. Her squirming reaching a fever pitch...Her body seizing up and freezing...before....
Briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing..Briiiiiiiiiiiiing riiiiiing.
The bell! It rang out loud, signalling the end of class...And judging by the way the girl basically leapt out of her chair, the end of her control. Faust let out a devious grin, packing away his things as he slung his bag over his shoulder.'Perhaps I should have given it a bit more time. he thought as he waded through the crowd of students. Time was ticking down, and he needed to look for someplace that would be away from the crowd of students.'Shoulda been more specific with where she was. he thought, looking up at the clock as the time ticked down.1:03........
No sight of the girl...1:04...
The crowd was slowly filtering to the lunchroom, thinning out the halls as he paced around. He took a few detours around the building to try to spy the girl, the eagerness in his step evident as that last minute seemed to last an age. He saw a few passing students, empty halls, and even a cat looking in on the building from the outside through his pacing. Until.....1:05
He could feel his heart hammering as he paced, eyes and ears open to any rogue sounds of dismay, distress, or.....flowing liquid. Somewhere in there...Yuno's control had ceased, and she was.....
His pacing quickened as he circled around the same place for a few rotations, darting around to find the girl....to no avail.
"Where could she have gone..?" he called to himself, before hearing the sounds of a flushing toilet from one of the bathrooms. He gave a soft, coy grin...before striding over beside it and waiting.
A few moments passed, the sink running...and then the door being pushed open.
"Phew that was close.."
"Everything okay?" he called teasingly, before seeing who it was. Not the pinkette who had been tantalizing him all day, but...
"A..A..Ah..of course Faust." Youmu's voice called, flushing lightly. "Though..."
Faust himself flinched at the sight of the girl, averting his gaze from her quietly.
"A..Ah..So..sorry. I was looking for Yuno and...well.." he clarified quickly, trying to assure the girl he wasn't trying to creep on her. "She..said she had to..ya'know..and.."
"Ah..?" Youmu sounded back, pausing for a few moments as she flushed. "I..I see. I was kind of worried when you didn't say Hi this morning, but you seemed busy with Yuno, so...."
Faust flinched, feeling a sudden pang of guilt. He hadn't greeted her that morning at all...
In fact, he didn't even know she was there. He was so lost in his lust that he'd completely written off the other girl. His eyes glanced up at the clock lightly, his shoulders sagging a bit.
1:10.
He'd missed his chance with Yuno...Though, more important at the moment..
"Yeah..Sorry.." he apologized, quietly. "She...We were kind of busy..And..Um...I've been..ah.."
"Distracted?" the girl's voice replied, reddening him further.
"Y..yeah.." he meekly responded, still refusing to meet her gaze. It was one thing that Yuno knew, but the girl they'd just become friends with a short while ago...
"That's okay.." Youmu's voice replied, before he felt a hand on his side. "I think I know how you can...make it up to me."
"Ah..?" He sounded, turning back to face the snow haired girl as she adopted the same, coy grin that Yuno had been wearing. Before he could question her any further, he felt her gripping a sensitive part of him, making the boy's face glow crimson. "Y..Youmu..!"
"Come on.." the girl replied in a lower, but lustful tone he wasn't aware she was capable of using. Before he could protest, she'd drug him into the girl's bathroom and pressed him up against the wall, standing on her tip toes to kiss at his neck. He involuntarily shivered as the girl danced over his belt buckle, starting to unfasten it as he tried to push her off.
"Y..Youmu, what are you doing? he responded, seeing an...unnatural pink glow in the girl's eyes. She grinned, before wrapping her arms around his neck, and pulling him to the ground of the bathroom floor.
"Finishing what I started." the girl mused back, mounting him like one would ride a horse. Her hands slid down to his collar to hoist him up for another quick kiss, the boy seeing the outline of another figure behind her. No sooner had he caved into the girl's fevered kiss, did he find her turning around and shoving her skirted rump in his face.
"I'll have you know.." the girl called, Faust barely able to make out another's essence as the girl's skirt hovered over his face, teal striped panties hugging the petite girl's body firmly. "That this'll be the best you've ever felt in your life...Before.."
He could feel the girl's hands squeezing him more directly, prompting the boy to try to thrash free of her...but feeling strangely drained. Something held out an oppressive aura over him, but he couldn't figure out what it was...
'Ah...Was this what....Saril meant..?' he thought, feeling his thoughts growing hazy. 'Dammit..maybe I should...have..'
As if on cue, he could hear someone else's voice chiming in on his thoughts. Though..
"Wow...kids these days can be so forward."
It was an unfamiliar one. He couldn't make out the figure due to his fading conciousness, but the petite girl's frame was suddenly lifted off of him...As something with a pink glow remained atop of him. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve, looking up to see an..older girl, about college age...With red hair, a violet shirt, and black pants....
Currently gripping what looked like a middle-aged woman with black wings and a crimson tail by the neck. He rubbed his eyes, and looked again...Showing no change in the situation.
"You alright there, buddy?" the stranger called, with a remarkably casual tone. "Looks like this thing nearly gotcha. But, luckily, i just happened to need to powder my nose at juuuuust the right time."
Faust flinched, and blushed at this, averting her gaze for a few moments. Youmu was laid out flat a few feet from him, but otherwise seemed uninjured. As he opened his mouth though, the girl flung the winged woman into a wall, a segmented staff forming in her hands as it was rammed into the woman's waist.
"Juuuust a second." she called, stopping Faust from remarking before she twisted it. "To the netherworld, i banish thee. Never trouble these two again..!"
There was a brilliant, golden glow...before a bright flash of light made Faust shield his eyes. As it faded, Faust was surprised to see the winged woman had dispersed into the air. He opened his mouth to ask again, as the girl folded up her staff.
"That was a Succubus." the mystery girl called, leaning against the wall. "They're nasty creatures that were positively overflowing with desire when they died. They say in the olden days, they'd visit sleeping men and sleep with them....But, nowadays, they're more like....Spirits."
"S...pirits?" Faust mouthed, tilting his head a bit.
"Yep." the girl called, with a small grin. "They look for guys with a lot of pent-up lust...Then, possess girls around them to try to coerce him into doing vulgar things with them. If he complies, and blows his top...They can drain him of his life energy, and kill him."
Faust flinched, his face losing it's flush entirely as he paled over.
"K..Kill..?"
"Yuppers!" the girl replied, standing back up off the wall. "If you'd have let yourself go, you'd be going out with a bang..in more than one way, ya get me?"
"Y..yeah.." he replied, looking to the new girl..and then to the silverette on the ground. "And..the girls they possess..?"
"They don't remember a thing." the girl replied, with a wave. "The succubus tends to pick out an ideal host, and possess them until they can finish their target. They don't have to stay in one body, but most do. When they're done, the girls can just go back to their daily lives with no problems....So long as no one else sees, of course."
Faust flushed again, glancing to the side as he realized the stranger had done just that. Though..
"That pink haired girl you were with was possessed too." she called, intercepting the thought quickly. "You seemed to notice she was acting a bit...different. That was prolly the succubus manipulating her to your..tastes."
Faust flushed, turning his head back to the girl and shaking his head.
"Th..that's not.." he started, as the girl chuckled, patting his head.
"It's fine, it's fine." the girl remarked, grinning widely. "Boys will be boys. Hormones are all muddled up. It's fine for you to be interested in girls your age. Or guys. Or, whatever gets your rocks off."
Faust blushed, opening his mouth again as the girl pressed a finger to his lips.
"I've heard it before." the girl mused again, clearly enjoying teasing him. "Just..be careful from now on, alright? Maybe find some nice vulgar magazine and some tissues or something on your own So you aren't targetted again, got it?"
Faust blushed deeply again, stammering to find the words to answer the girl as he eventually let out a huff of frustration. He wasn't going to be getting anywhere with the girl he felt...And the girl leaned back against the wall again with a much more professional smile.
"You can call me...Penelope." the girl answered, waving a finger. "Or Penny. or "P", if you wanna be silly."
"Penny's fine.." Faust answered quietly, the girl chuckling.
"Yeahhhh..I get that a lot." She called, before making a twirling gesture. "Anyways, You should be getting to class. Or, at least..getting out of this bathroom. I can handle supernatural occurances no problem, but it'll be harder to convince anyone you're not some kind of creepy pervert if they find you in here."
Faust paused, flinching and blushing as he moved to the door hurriedly.
"R..right...And...Thank you." he called, quickly as he tugged at the door. "T..Take care of Youmu for me, would you?"
"Sure, sure.." Penny remarked, waving her hands. "Get goin' lover boy."
The boy quickly exited the bathroom...and Penelope waited for a few quiet moments...before moving towards the girl's side, and lightly shaking her.
"Up and at'em Sis." she remarked, shaking her. "You got possessed again. Luckily, your big sis was here to save you and your boyfriend."
Youmu's eyes fluttered open, as she started to lean up, shaking her head.
"I..told you he's not my.." she started, before suddenly squeaking, and blushing. "W..wait Possessed? Again?! B..By what..?!"
"A Succubus, sis." Penny remarked, with a coy, cat-like grin.
"A succu...Oh...Oh gods.." Youmu replied, her face turning beet red. "Did he...And I..."
"Nah, i stopped before he could do anything to ya." Penny assured, grinning. "You on the other hand, were cupping third base, and about to have him for lunch."
The silverette blushed deeply, covering her mouth as she whimpered softly, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Relax. I told him it was the succubus." Penny added, waving a hand. "I didn't mention that the succubus can only really possess girls that have feelings for their target...or that they go for girls that particularly match that guy's...tastes."
"A..Ahh..! But..that's not..!" Youmu stammered, blushing even deeper. "I don't...and he..!"
"Are ya suuuuuuuure?" Penny taunted, nudging the girl with her elbow. "Not even a tiiiiiny, little bit? Like that tiiiiiiiiiny little stain on your panties that i can totally see from here?"
Youmu squeaked again, looking down to see her exposed...yet pristine underwear on display. She closed her legs, and frowned up at the girl, starting to push herself to her feet.
"You're horrible, sis.." Youmu muttered, staring at the floor.
"I know." Penny replied, chuckling. "Though....I doubt that was the last thing that's supernatural around here. I might have to stay around for a few weeks. Make sure nothing...cums of this situation."
Youmu blushed deep red, lightly swatting at the girl's arm in a huff.
"S..shut up.."
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Faust lightly kicked at the ground as he paced the now empty halls, leaning back.'Of course it was a succubus..' he thought, shaking his head. 'Yuno'd never be that forward...or..do...that kind of..'
He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, putting his hands in his pockets as he wandered the halls. He could almost hear Saril's voice taunting him when he got back..with an 'I told you so.' or the like. It wasn't going to be fun...though..'Maybe that means Yuno won't remember about my...stash.' he thought, thinking back. It had been odd of her to look through his things in the first place as much as she had...Much less, to suddenly advance things after finding it. It was entirely possible she had been possessed since they'd gotten out of the school the other day, and she wouldn't remember his secret.'Maybe..' he thought, before hearing the door to the nurse's office opening. His head turned, and his face brightened, seeing the pinkette in question striding out in her gym outfit.
"A..Ah..! Hey Yuno..!" He called out, waving to the girl. She turned in question to him, flushing...but waving back.
"Faust..!" She called, darting over to him with a tight hug. "Yuno's very sorry....but she really really had to go..And...."
"It's okay, Yuno." Faust remarked, squeezing her back. "I understand."
Yuno lightly nuzzled his chest, burying her face in his shoulder.
"Yuno's zipper got stuck..and..And.." the girl sounded, lightly sniffling. "It just..came out...! Yuno's very sorry...!"
"It's fine. These things happe-"
"Yuno knows Faust wanted to see Yuno soak herself..." the girl added, prompting the boy to blush even brighter than before, tensing up again. "But..Yuno couldn't...not in front of so many people. I..If Faust wants, Yuno can hold it until we get home...and then.....for Faust...she can.....Go."
Faust blushed deeply again..awkwardly rubbing the girl's back as he struggled to find the right words.
"Yea...Su..Sure.."
[Chapter 10: Breaking Boundaries End] |
[Chapter 11: Found Fantasies]
Faust was having a lot of trouble focusing on gym class, for obvious reasons. Whether it was his eyes glancing at the pinkette, or remembering his close call with the silverette in the bathroom.....His thoughts remained scrambled.'Not to mention that strange girl...Penelope?'
Or, Penny, as they had agreed. The way she was able to deal with that spirit so effectively, combined with the staff she held...'I bet she's been at this for a while..'
Eyes glanced to the door as the latest arrival paced in from the lockers, the silverette Faust had been fretting about.
"H..Hey Konpaku." Faust stammered to the girl, feeling far more nervous than he ever had with the girl. "You..feeling okay..?"
"A.Ah..!" Youmu's sounded out quietly, as she averted her gaze. "Y..Yes..I..I'm fine...S..Sorry abou.."
"I..It's okay.." Faust assured, as the teacher blew her whistle.
"Alright everyone! Since yesterday was a...mixed bag, we're going to take it easy today..!" the teacher called, a few members of the class averting their gazes from one another. "So! Laps for now! We're going to work on your endurance for the mile run coming up!" A few groans could be heard, as the class protested. "Ahhh..Simmer down. Either you get some practice in now, or you're stuck with whatever bad grade you get if you can't get through it on time! This'll give you all a chance to feel out your limits, and push through them."
Faust was definitely not for the run. His legs felt like they had been filled with lead, and his shoulders were heavy.'Must be...from that..succubus.' he thought, watching as the pinkette and silverette both seemed to struggle with keeping up with the class. Though, Yuno still fought admirably against the ordeal, managing to merge with the group and out of the teacher's scornful eye.
"Necromonium!" she called, quickly. "What's going on? You're barely moving!"
"I..I'm sorry miss.." Faust groaned out, slumping over. "I'm just..really tired today. I didn't...get a lot of sleep last night."
A lie, of course. He'd slept through most of the night....Or, at least as much as he could remember being. He still lightly cursed Saril's name for interrupting him, even if it had saved his life from the succubus.
"How many times do I have to tell you how important sleep is?" The teacher started, putting a hand on her hips. "Honestly, that's the.."
"Teacher..Why aren't you scolding me..?" Youmu interrupted, moving to Faust's side. "I'm...Not exactly keeping up either."
The teacher froze in response, suddenly looking more interested in the wall than her students.
"Well, you see.." she started, before shaking her head lightly. "Just....try to get some rest tonight, Necromonium. Okay?"
"Okay." Faust answered quietly, leaning in closer to Youmu. "Thanks for that."
"No problem." she replied, in just as quiet a tone. "It's the least I can do after.."
A quiet silence fell over the two, before they decided to start pacing again. Regardless of which time she was referring to, neither of them seemed keen on discussing the.....specifics of it. Rather, the two kept their sluggish pace around the gym, and eventually sat down with the rest of the class.
"Man, I'm just not cut out for this kind of thing.." Faust moaned quietly, slumping over on the floor. "I'm gonna fail it for sure."
"It's okay. Faust just needs to work on his Endurance." Yuno assured, leaning in to whisper. "Like how Yuno is right now."
Red found it's way to Faust's face once more, as the girl snaked her arm around his, and let his fingers brush above her lower belly. He could feel a small bump against his fingers...That prompted some shifting from the pinkette.
"G..Gentle..Gentle." The girl protested softly, scooting her hips back. "Yuno's never really..done this kind of thing before."
"A..Ah..S..S..Sorry.." Faust weakly sounded to her, feeling his face burning with embarrassment. His eyes glanced to make sure nobody was looking at him, pulling away from her ever so slightly as the teacher blew her whistle again.
"Alright...Everyone go back and get changed." She called, waving everyone on. "I expect to see you all here on Monday well rested, and prepared for some more running!"
'Oh, that's right..' Faust thought, lightly. 'It's...Friday today.'
The thought hadn't crossed his mind, what with everyone else going on lately.. But, it was already the weekend. He changed out of his gym clothes and started out, the pinkette waiting beside the door for him.
"Ehehe..." The girl softly giggled as she took his arm, lowering her voice. "It's the weekend already. Yuno's so glad she won't have to come to school tomorrow."
"Aha..Same here." Faust remarked with a small smile, walking along to the buses. "I'm ready for some time at home."
"Yuno is too." The girl mused, before leaning in with a demure, yet appealing grin. "Yuno is just feeling...naughty holding this for so long."
The blush didn't eclipse his face as much this time, but it certainly rose up, as he leaned back into her.
"Yuno can hold it..right?" He whispered back, the girl squirming her hips a bit.
"Yuno will try." she replied, taking her seat on the bus, and crossing her legs. "Yuno's shorts are pressing on her tinkle tank though...So, Yuno really needs to go."
Faust struggled to keep a straight face, before leaning in to the girl, and whispering a quiet, but terse command.
"Hold it.." he called, feeling his face go red again as he openly commanded the girl. One of her hands cupped her shorts, as she squeezed herself tightly.
"Y..Yes Faust." she softly whimpered, rocking back a bit to try to alleviate some pressure.
Faust could scarcely believe this was happening. Yuno, who had been teasing him all day, [Albeit, likely under the control of a being made to do that kind of thing] was indulging him in his own kind of interest. He was still wary that the succubus was still possessing her, but for the moment...He was enjoying the view.
It seemed all too soon that the bus pulled into their stop, Faust watching as the girl stood up and shifted a bit more. He could almost make out her bladder bulging from her lower belly...But, she nudged him quickly.
"C..Come on Faust." The girl urged, bouncing a bit on her toes. "It's..Yuno and Faust's stop."
He took a moment to savor her urgency, before standing up in his seat, and grabbing his things.
"Right..Right." he mused, starting off the bus with the squirming girl behind him. The two made their way to his place in time, the boy shutting the door behind him as the girl staggered in.
"Now..are you sure you want to do this?" Faust remarked, as the girl seemed to bounce up and down in place. "You..don't really have to..If you don't want to.."
"Y..Yuno does!" the girl called, a hand holding her gym-shorts clad crotch. "T..though..Yuno is curious.."
"Ah..?" Faust sounded, as if hesitating to ask. "...About..?"
"Yuno...doesn't have experience with this kind of thing." She stated, squeezing her thighs together. "S..So..Yuno was wondering...if Faust could....Share some...references?"
Bluuuuuuuush
There it was...A question he didn't expect...Yet, at the same time, it excited him.
"O..One minute." He called, darting into his room quickly, and started to forage through it.
"I see you handled that demoness." a voice called out, Saril called to him, snapping him to reality for a few moments. "And here I was, wondering who I should hand the note to after you died."
"N..Not now.." Faust replied, going through his things. "I...I'm looking for.."
"This?" Saril mused, holding up the Omo-weekly that had been..discovered the previous night. "Such a naughty boy...If you had hidden your smut better, that succubus might not have been able to.."
Faust lunged for the book at this, Saril hoisting the book over her head.
"P...please..." He called, the Goddess grinning coyly.
"Apologize." she addressed, sternly. "Say 'I'm Sorry Mistress Saril, I'll never doubt your wit again.'"
"A..Ah.." Faust sounded, flinching at the terms.
"Or, 'I'm just a stupid Horny Boy without you.'" she mused, grinning wider. "Or perhaps 'I know NOTHING, Empress Saril.'"
"I..I'm sorry.." Faust stammered, averting his gaze. "I...almost did something really stupid..And, I should have listened to your warning. Thank you for..saving me from that, last night."
An awkward silence filled the air, before Faust felt the magazine being tossed at him.
"That'll do." she mused, with a small grin. "Go have fun with your little playmate, Faust."
"A..Ah...one more thing.." he started, as the Goddess pressed her fingers to his lips.
"She's not possessed." Saril stated, quietly. "She got possessed while you were explaining yourself to her. You're not going to die if you indulge your fantasy...For tonight, at least. Now go, it's rude to keep a lady waiting. Even a...desperate one."
Faust nodded, bowing his head to the woman.
"Th..Thanks." he called, before darting out of his room, and back into the living room.
"I..I brought the..The..Magazine.." he stated, blushing bright red as the girl's eyes went over it again.
"Omo..rashi..weekly.." the girl remarked, squeezing herself tighter as she moved to the couch, sticking her rear out to sit on one of the arms...And crossed her legs over one another. "P..please show Yuno....She..can't move her hands right now.."
Faust blushed deeper at the sight, Yuno's face scrunched up in need as she held herself. No doubt about it...
She was dying to pee. He thumbed through the magazine, scouring the pages of desperate, pee-addled idols and models....Resting on a page with a girl squatting down behind a shed. Clear liquid flowed through some emerald panties, darkening them in a flash to more forest shade of green. He turned the image to the girl, seeing her legs tremble in need.
"O..Ohhhnn...squatting.." Yuno noted, gripping herself tighter as she stood on her feet again, and attempted to mimic the gesture. Labored breaths started to fill the room, before Yuno hurriedly stood back up, bouncing even more urgently.
"S..Something else.." Yuno whimpered, biting her lower lip a bit. "Yuno..can't do that one for long..or she'll...."
Faust gasped lightly himself, starting through the magazine again for another scene. A girl with strikingly red hair was reaching out in vain for a commode, an immense wet patch careening down her legs, and pooling into the floor. He turned the book to the girl again, seeing a flush make it's way to her face.
"A..Ahh..! Y.Yuno really should go to the bathroom!" she stammered, starting to her feet and staggering past Faust. He could see her legs shaking, her waist trembling, and her hands gripping herself even tighter. He paused for a bit as the girl waddled into the room, letting out a small sigh.
'W..Well, it was nice while it lasted.' he thought, before hearing the girl call back to him.
"F..Faust..please hurry.." Yuno's voice strained, prompting the boy to follow her. He made his way into the bathroom, watching as the girl positively shook in front of the toilet, as if her urges had doubled upon seeing it.
"It's...really..Really Bad..!"
Faust lightly covered his mouth in shock, gasping sharply as he saw the girl squeezing herself tighter and tighter, the gym shorts accenting her bottom nicely.
"Y..Yuno.." he stammered, as the girl looked over his shoulder, tears welling up in her eyes lightly.
"C..can Yuno...let go?" she called out softly, fingers pressed against her shorts. The words were fighting their way to Faust's lips as he dropped the magazine, opting for a slow, deliberate nod.
"Y..Y..yes.." he uttered, the girl squeezing her eyes shut at the word. His eyes immediately dipped to her stuck out rump once more...and under her slender, delicate fingers...Pshhh
A small, damp spot began to form. He watched her fingers trace over it with a few soft groans.Psssh..Psh..pshh...
Little by little, bit by bit...The girl's wet spot grew larger and larger, clear fluid starting to dribble down her thighs. The girl's body seemed hesitant to let it go, but every few seconds..The spurts returned, trickling faster by the passing moments. The wet spot on her shorts slowly started to trail up her bottom as well, before she suddenly jerked around a bit.
"Y..Yuno is sorry..!" She apologized, before planting her bottom down on the toilet seat, and spreading her legs wide for the boy. Any protests he might have had were muted quickly by the torrent between her legs growing at an incredible pace...The sputtering leaks giving way to an immense gusher as her body relaxed. "O..O..Ohhhhnnn...Ohhh...Yuno...Feels....It all...C..coming..ouuuuut.."
Faust couldn't complain at the view, her lower parts silhouetted by the tight shorts, as she completely saturated them, peeing as if they weren't there and she wasn't being watched. Several streams hissed out the sides of her thighs, splashing along the seat and floor as she leaned back....Truly emptying her bladder. The boy's flushed face was only matched in intensity by the sheer relief on Yuno's, as her stream eventually started to taper off, the girl looking up at him with a healthy flush of her own.....Her eyes warm with affection.
"Yuno...peed herself." she moaned softly, her fingers lightly running over her now drenched shorts. "Yuno....Yuno is...sorry....Faust..."
The expression on her face said anything but apologies were in order, enjoying the....effect her display had on the boy. She seemed to almost radiate in the glow of having an intentional accident, before slowly starting to her feet.
"Yuno...needs to shower." she called to the boy, quickly. "But...She...she hopes you..really enjoyed that."
"R..right. Of course." Faust stammered, still short of breath as he turned. "I'll get you a towel...A..and some spare clothes of mine..And.."
"Thank you..." The girl mused softly, silencing his stammers as he respectfully left the bathroom. Yuno had always been incredibly intimate with him, but she kept enough modesty about her to not strip in front of him too readily. As he returned to the door with a small knock , the girl's slender hand emerged through the cracked door, taking the fresh garments quickly.
"T.take your Ti.." Faust started, before the door opened slightly again, the girl's hand holding out a certain, damp garment she had just been wearing.
"Faust will wash these for Yuno...right?" her voice cooed, the boy taking the garments with a flush. "Yuno...doesn't plan to be wearing them Until Faust is done with them."
"S..sure thing.." He stated softly, ogling the wet patch on them with a..powerful lust. Remembering the strange girl's advice, he went to his own private room....And did as he was told by her to avoid any more run ins with succubi.
Shortly after, he deposited the girl's garments, along with his own laundry, into the washer and turned it on, feeling much less tense and worked up from the recent events. Yuno eventually came out of the shower herself, wearing a pair of his own shorts, and another shirt that he had lent her. As the steam radiated off of her now practically glowing body, she leaned in close to give him a loving peck on the cheek.
"Yuno hopes Faust enjoyed her show.." She mused, fingers lightly tracing over him. "Though, Yuno has a shift tomorrow, and won't be able to stay the night, like she wants to."
"I..I did.." Faust called, his own hand lightly touching her sides. "A..and that's okay. T..Thank you for...for what you did."
"No problem." The girl replied, dropping her voice to a low, lustful whisper. "Yuno'll have to do this again sometime for Faust. She....kind of enjoyed it."
A flush made it's way to Faust's face again as he muttered a thanks, the girl starting out of the building with a spring in her step, and a smile on her face. Faust silently recounted his blessings, going to prepare himself for bed after the...eventful day.
"Whew..what am I gonna do tomorrow.." he thought to himself out loud, starting to lay on his bed, before hearing his phone buzz. Picking it up he was greeted with the screen telling him he had a new text message.
[From: Juuni Neptunia
To: Faust
Hey! I was just wondering if u wanted to hang out tomorrow! Been soooooooo Bored lately. :U
Like, we could go to the movies or somethin'! Plz respond quickly, so I can tell Mom I have plans!]
Faust glanced over the message, and lightly shook his head, starting to type out a reply.
"It could be a good time." he said to himself, leaning down into his bed. "Since Yuno's busy, I wouldn't mind......"
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"So...whatcha got for me, Officer?" a remarkably laid back voice called, Penny stepping up to the uniformed man with a remarkably casual tone. Be it on the field, or in an office [as it currently was], she didn't seem to address anything with the same air of seriousness that people in her profession usually did...Evident by the popping of some gum she was chewing.
"Well.it's a doozy, Detective 'P.'" the man called, keeping a serious face despite the nickname she preferred to be known by. "We've had a..startling number of reports of students being..attacked lately."
He pulled a folder out from a cabinet, sliding it towards the girl with a flick of his wrist. Penelope picked up the folder and opened it, peering inside.
"Attacked..?" she inquired, looking over the victims. They were all girls that were around high school age...All from the same building she had been at the previous day...and..
"The victims have no memory of what happened." the officer stated, shaking his head. "Nor do they have many..explicit signs of being attacked. Aside from..."
"Having pissed themselves?" Penny replied, the officer averting his gaze slightly.
"Right.." he called, keeping a professional look about him. "All of the victims are girls...and they've always....Involuntarily urinated on themselves by the time they're found. Their clothes are in order otherwise, and we can find no real marks on the bodies. Though, we did have one witness give an..interesting testimony."
"Ah..?" Penny replied, thumbing through the images in case of a familiar face. "Go on..."
"Well...." the man started, glancing around. "Since you're a detective in the...supernatural, you might take this better than the others... But...She said that she was attacked by a being with red eyes, black wings...and very pronounced fangs."
"Oh really..?" Penelope called, closing the folder quietly. "So, you think that our suspect may be..."
"I can not in all certainty say what it is, being a man firmly rooted in the....Normal." the officer stated plainly. "But...if i had to make an educated guess...I'd have to say it was a..."
Penny grinned from ear to ear, a sort of twinkle appearing in her eyes. She held up a finger, halting the officer's guess quickly as she dropped her voice low.
"It sounds like.......A Vampire."
[Chapter 11: Found Fantasy, End.] |
[Chapter 12: Troubling Terror]
The sunlight broke through the windows, finally stirring Faust from his sleep. It was refreshing to not be jarred awake by the buzzing of an alarm, nor some form of worrying crisis. He streeeetched his body out, loosing a wide mouthed yawn, before sliding to the side of his bed.
"Mmmmn..." He sounded, as he picked up the alarm clock, glancing at the time. "Twelve thirty, Eh?"
A bit later than he usually slept, but he did have an...interesting night. The thoughts of Yuno in her gym uniform made the boy flush red once more, as he tried to divert his attention to just about anything else.
"Ah..! Right!" he called, suddenly looking around for his phone. "I should see what time Juuni wants to hang out."
Fingers brushed over his phone for a few light moments, before a sudden knocking could be heard.Thump...Thump...Thump..
"Ah...?" Faust sounded, starting over to the door and opening it to see...
"Ahhh..Finally." Juuni's voice called, slumping over. "This is the third house I've been to, and I finally found you. Well, again...because..you know."
"Yeah." Faust assured, lightly rubbing his eyes as he opened the door. "Better than last time though."
"Hush.." she refuted, a tint of red forming in embarrassment at her near-inability to remember where he lived. "Sorry I didn't really call or anything and showed up. I was just kind of..excited? No, that's not it.."
"Eager?" Faust suggested, with a small smile. "We're related you know. Gotta be careful with that."
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"Stop that." The purplete snapped after the strike, folding her arms as the flush deepened, and she started into the building. "So, I was thinking that maybe we could go out to get something to eat, and check out a movie together, or somethin'. I heard there was a new scary movie out."
"You..uh, realize I'm in my pajamas still." Faust remarked, gesturing at his attire. "I...kinda just woke up."
"Ah..! Right, right!" Juuni suddenly stated, her gaze still evading his. "I just...wanted to.....Like, set up the plan...and..stuff..."
An awkward silence filled the air once more, before the girl started to gesture inward with her hands.
"I'm uh...going to the bathroom real quick." She called, nearly darting down the hall. "Berightback."
Faust watched the girl scamper to the bathroom, slamming the door far harder than was necessary...Before shrugging.
"Well, that solves that." He called, going into his room and shutting the door for a bit. His eyes glanced over the Wet Note sticking out from his bookbag, quietly pushing it down into his bag once more.
"Not taking your vulgar desires upon your darling cousin?" Saril's voice mused, leaning atop his shelf. "I don't judge, personally. All vulgar desires are equal to me in enjoyment.."
"Shut up.." he stated flatly, storing the book down. "I'm grateful for last night, but I'm still.."
"Heard it already." the woman called, twirling her fingers a bit. "Now, you'd best get on some real clothes...So your cousin doesn't keep ogling your morning enticement."
"Ah?!" Faust snapped, glancing down....And hearing the woman giggling.
"Kidding, kidding." the woman mused, starting to dissipate. "It's a bit late for that now."
Faust himself blushed deep red at this, quickly changing into an outfit more suitable for going out in public. As he turned the knob on the door to open it, he was mildly surprised to see the girl reaching for it herself.
"A...Ah..! Sorry!" she stated, waving her hands back and forth. "I wasn't trying to like..creep or anything. I was just...wondering what your room looked like. Honest."
"R..right." Faust remarked quietly, gesturing in at this. The girl's head peeked in, as if scouring it for..something in particular.
"You didn't make your bed." She pointed out, prompting the boy to pause, and lightly roll his eyes.
"I just woke up five minutes ago." He rebuked, putting his hands in his pockets. "'Sides, It's easier to feel comfortable that way. Doesn't feel like I'm disturbing the natural order."
"Right." Juuni remarked with a flat expression, clearly not buying it. "Anyways..! Shall we get going, brother? We's got a busy day ahead of us!"
"Right." Faust remarked, before grinning a bit. "One thing real quick though..."
"Ah..?" Juuni replied, before being lifted off the ground in a nearly crushing bear hug from the boy.
"Told you I'd hug the stuffing out of ya next time we saw each other." He mused with a chuckle, the girl wriggling in his grip.
"A..Gah...you weren't kidding! Good thing I used the bathroom, or you woulda.." the girl croaked, before suddenly blushing and going silent. "I..I mean..Lemme go! Lemme go! You win this time!"
Faust blushed slightly, but kept up a snicker-trickled grin, as the girl tried to scurry away from him a bit.
"I'll win next time too." he bragged, the girl elbowing him in the waist, before gesturing.
"We'll see about that." she shot right back, as they started off from his house.
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"So, how's life been for you?" Faust's voice called as they left the fast-food place they had gone to. "Yuno and I kind of monopolized that conversation in there, but I wanna know."
"Yeah, I noticed." Juuni remarked, sounding a bit curt. "She was making eyes at you every time you went to get some more drinks. Looking at you like one of those burgers we ate."
"Neppy..."
"And don't call me that!" she remarked, lightly whacking his shoulder. "It reminds me too much of....last time."
A small silence filled the air, before Faust decided to break it again.
"At least the bathrooms were in order this time." he teased, prompting the girl to huff up....And then shake her head.
"Lewd.." She muttered, before turning back to face front. "Well, things have been..okay-ish. A lot of students in my grade have been....Kind of actin' funny, but that's just what school does to you, I'm sure."
"Acting funny..?" Faust remarked, suddenly walking a bit faster. "As in what? Are they laughing uncontrollably? Telling jokes? Bullying you?"
"O..Oh, no. No." Juuni quickly remarked, waving her hands back. "They're not...Well, they aren't bullying me, per se. But, we got this new student a few days ago and...well.."
Faust lightly held a hand up, stopping and prompting her to do so as well.
"Tell me." He called, his eyes taking on a serious expression. The purplette paused, before awkwardly brushing the back of her head.
"W..Well, I don't know much.." she called, glancing to the side. "But like...the new girl was kinda pale, and had blonde hair. Someone kept making some remarks on how the girl looked like she wasn't drinking or eating healthy enough, and she needed more time in the sun. She didn't seem the type to hang outside very much, yeah? So, they took her outside....But, then she started sweating really bad, and they kept making her drink water and stuff...To keep from getting heat stroke or something, yeah? At least, I hope that was why..."
"Were you watching?" Faust remarked, the girl flinching.
"W..what? No..No, I wouldn't just watch that kind of thing happen and not do anything!" Juuni remarked, a quiet pause damning her as she slumped over. "Okay, yeah, I kind of saw the whole thing. They got the football team in on it too, and they wouldn't let her leave, no matter what. Eventually, she passed out, and I went to go get someone. When I got back though, she was still laid out in the middle of the field, but like..Everyone else was gone! And, when we got closer, she was....covered in that stuff the team drinks. Gatorade, I think? It was really cold, and sticky and..lemon, I think. Cause, it was super yellow... Completely soaked her outfit through, and made it look like she....yeah."
Faust blushed a bit at the thought, picturing Juuni in a similar position, the yellow liquid pooling out from under her...'No..No...Focus.' he snapped at himself, shaking his head.
"And then what happened?"
"Well, we took her inside.." Juuni continued, starting to walk again..Prompting him to do so as well. "And...everyone could see her just covered in that gatorade. So, someone thought it'd be funny to say she peed herself in her sleep, and people started calling her a Bedwetter. People started saying that they 'Knew' she still did, and that she was afraid to hang out with everyone, because she had lotsa accidents. Said she'd need a Diaper to do so, and...all kinds of humiliating stuff."
"Ah.." Faust sounded, thinking of that. While he rarely got attention from people like that, it was...an embarassing thought to have. He could imagine she didn't react too well to that...and Juuni nodded almost as soon as he thought this.
"So...she kind of..hasn't been at school for a week or so." Juuni remarked, averting her gaze from him again. "But..like...Everyone keeps saying that some of the students that did that to her....Well, they've been attacked by a monster. The spirit of vengeance, and stuff. No one can really remember anythin', other than some of them are found in soaked clothes. And..not the Gatorade kind of soaked."
"A...Ahhh.." Faust called, now his turn to avert his eyes. "So...You think.."
"Yeah.." Juuni stated, before taking on a serious expression. "It's gotta be her! Or, like..a monster she conjured up! A spirit of Vengeance, out to take her revenge on all of those that wronged her. She won't be able to rest, until they're all as humiliated and mutilated. Mere tatters of their former selves! Just a bunch of.."
"Nep." Faust remarked, holding up his palm. "Calm down. Have you seen the girl anywhere lately? Or like...Know where she lives?"
"Erm.." Juuni paused, rubbing the back of her head. "I...um...I kind of don't even know her name. Much less, where she lives."
"Ah.." Faust sounded, rubbing his head a bit. "That....complicates things."
"Yeah.." She replied, letting the pause linger for a bit. "We..well..Let's not let it get us down, and detract from the movie! I heard that it's like, SUPER spooky."
".....Like the skeletons?" Faust remarked, earning a familiar pout from the girl.
"No." She replied, gesturing with him. "Like, there's this high school kid.."
"Oh, so a realistic horror.." Faust interjected, prompting the girl to shake her head.
"Noooo!" Juuni snapped. "It's this high school guy who's like..really really smart. But, then he finds a book that kills people! And he has to stop it! But it like....takes over him or something!"
"Well, we'll see in a bit, won't we?" Faust replied with a small smile, chuckling. He thought about his own note at...and lightly shook his head.'Kind of glad that I don't have THAT power.' he thought to himself, as they moved forward...and he heard the girl gasp in excitement.
"Ohmaigawsh!" Juuni piped up, gesturing at a poster. "Kaga. Mine. Rin! Is coming to our TOWN!!!"
"Ah..the Idol?" Faust remarked, glancing at the hanging poster. A girl with short, golden hair, a ribbon in her hair, and some black shorts. He'd...roughly heard of her, but never really listened.
"She's coming here! She's coming here! She's coming here!" Juuni replied, practically bouncing in place. "We HAVE to go to her concert!"
"Alright, alright.." Faust remarked, waving his hand a bit. "Sure..Sure. We'll go. I promise."
"YAAAAAAAAAAAY!" Juuni called, suddenly wrapping her arms around Faust, and squeezing him with just as much strength as he had before. He let out a choking gasp, before the girl let him go.
"Toldja" She added, sticking her tongue out as the boy held his chest.
"Well..Then we're all tied up." Faust remarked lightly, wincing slightly as they moved up in line. "So, be prepared..."
"I will be." Juuni called, with a small smirk. "Though, you sure this isn't too spooky for you? We could watch that girly movie instead, if you're scaaaaaaaared."
"I'll be fine." Faust assured, as they got up to the front of the line. "You just try to keep from screaming."
"I wilL!" Juuni challenged, pulling out her own wallet, in tandem with Faust. "Two for 'Kill-Book'"
"Alright...." the attendant called. "Two for Kill Book. There are refreshments further in, if you require. The show will start in about twenty minutes."
"Ah, thanks." Faust remarked, handing his money over alongside Juuni, the two starting in. It seemed the movie wasn't rated R, so he didn't expect much...Though, as he saw the girl bounce over to the counter...
"Large popcorn and soda!" Juuni piped up quickly, peering over. "Cola! Extra butter!"
"You sure you want all that?" Faust quipped, with a chuckle. "I mean..it IS a long movie."
Juuni paused at this, flinching and flushing...before turning around.
"I'll be FINE." she snapped, taking the snack and soda. "Better than getting hungry and thirsty halfway through, and having to leave to refresh."
"I'll take a medium, both ways myself." Faust remarked, pausing as his eyes caught some movement.'A Blur..?' he thought, before the girl lightly tugged on his arm.
"C'mon, C'mon, We gotta get good seats!" Juuni called, dragging him along. "Let's go let's go let's GOOO!"
"A..alright." Faust called, letting the girl tug him along..as he turned back.'It's..probably my imagination..'
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"I told you it was a bad idea." Faust's voice called quietly, watching Juuni twist her legs over one another.
"S..shu..Shut it..Lecherous brother.." Juuni groaned, one of her hands sliding down to squeeze at herself. "H..how much longer?"
"Dunno.." Faust mused with a teasing smile in the theater. The movie had been...surprisingly tame for the first part. Introducing the protagonist, who found a notebook that could kill people with a name and a face. He experimented a bit, read a bunch of rules, and then started to pen down a bunch of names dramatically for the first big segment.
With a fascination for potato chips, and a pale, but surprisingly bony 'Spirit' following him, he went about on a rampage...
Even without an R rating, it was clear that the movie was pushing it's limits....The man's executions being increasingly brutal. From a simple heart attack, to an overdone flaying of a body (Offscreen, to preserve the gruesome mystique), to one drowning them in a bathtub of blood.
'It's just...a bit much to take seriously.' he thought as the student gave a seemingly innocent look...And the view twirled towards an officer of the law. He'd been assigned to check on the boy....To investigate....But, as the investigation went underway...
Suddenly, the screen went black. Everyone in the theater seemed to fall silent..As the camera came back...and faded away again...In..and out..the picture getting blurrier and blurrier....
"You almost caught me....Enel." the protagonist's voice called, in an imposing overtone. "But...you have failed. Therefore, I will become the world's....New..."
A sudden close-up of the boy's otherworldly companion, coupled with a sharp scare chord that sent gasps and shrieks throughout the room.
"GOD!"
Faust jumped a bit from the sudden change in tone...But, didn't deem the sight scary. The screen faded to black...and then a crimson as the detective's vision presumably bled over. It was an interesting touch...though..
"Is it over?" Faust uttered quietly, as he watched Juuni jump up from her seat.
"I..I gotta bathroom..!" she stammered, starting to dart from her seat. "J..Just..don't leave without me..!"
He could almost see a few spots glistening on her thighs...And, a glance at the seat beside him showed a patch that looked noticeably darker than the rest of the cushion. A tiny smirk formed on his lips, fully intent on teasing the girl when she returned...
When suddenly, the view came back....A timer ticking down. It seemed there was a fail-safe to the investigation...Meaning, the movie was still very much going on.
"Man..." he called to himself, leaning back. "Things just keep getting more and more complicated. Hope Nep's back soon, so she can keep up."
A few minutes passed....and she didn't return.....
The new characters were introduced, yet she didn't return.....
The protagonist had a serious talk with his companion, discussing the weight of his actions once more in an attempt to back off from what he did...and she still hadn't returned.
The music picked up, and the protagonist was having a showdown with the two, more or less face to face, his back to the wall..About to bring about his fabled 'Endgame' he'd been going on about for an hour...And the girl still hadn't returned.
"I'm worried.." he thought out loud, starting to step out of his seat as the Protagonist went on his motive rant...but, the others countered with their own. He could assure himself the movie's ending wouldn't bring about any surprises he hadn't seen coming for the past half hour...And started out.
"Sis? Nep?" He called, starting along the theater. It had been rather bustling earlier...But, as it was..the building was...Empty.'Eerily so..' he thought, not even seeing the attendants at their previous positions. Not even a single person tearing tickets to ensure no one snuck into a movie. He turned as he thought he saw another flash of movement...But, again..nothing awaited his turned head.
"Okay, this is officially scarier than that whole movie." He remarked to himself, pacing over to the bathrooms. He'd expected the girl to be in them..Or, perhaps nearby.....But what he didn't expect...
Was a trail of clear liquid leading out of the women's room. He peered around to follow it, the trail circling around to a rear exit that read 'Emergency Exit: Do not block.'
'Come to us...'
'Come out..'
'Follow the trail..'
A medley of voices...Vaguely familiar, yet different from anyone he'd ever heard. He stepped forward, following the trail...Hearing his heart hammering in his chest.
'I should call Saril..' he thought, fingers starting to draw in the air. 'I Just..need to write her name..and..'
'No..! No..!' a voice called, higher pitched than the others. 'I didn't...! I'm not..! Please..! Please believe me..!'
Faust flinched, the sudden shift..sounding desperate. Anxious, even. His pace inadvertently picked up, as he went from a slow stride to a sprint. Saril was gone from his mind, instead worried about the voice. It sounded...feminine?
'Please...! I can't handle sunlight..! Lemme go back inside..!'
"I..is that.." Faust thought as he pushed out the door, looking down an alleyway. The trail lead around a corner...But, more worrying..
"Why...Is it so dark?" Faust called out, looking around. "It's not even Five yet...Why.."
The sounds of sniffling could be heard ringing out, the same feminine voice sobbing openly. He darted down the alleyway, hearing the voice call out once more.
'I'm not...like that...I'm really not..! You believe me, right Neppy?'
'Huh? A..Ah..Sure..' another, hauntingly familiar voice called out. It sounded like...
"Sis..!" he called out, rounding the corner to see the girl's body, laid out. The wet trail ended at her skirt, a sizable puddle pooled under her bum. He started to move to her side, raising a hand up. "Siiiii-"
"Silent.." another voice called, as he felt hands brush on his neck. "You....You're different..You.."
"A..Ah..." He sounded, feeling the hands cup his chin. The voice was oddly androgynous, impossible to discern....Yet, as his eyes tried to turn, a blue glow seemed to cup his face.
"You...smell so...So...!"
He couldn't hear what the voice called, the voice dipping to a whisper. However, what he did notice was a strange, pricking sensation around his neck. What felt like two fangs plunged into him, the rest of the teeth grinding against his neck. Something was...biting him...Draining him.....
And, as the blue gave way to red, and his vision started to fade...A last voice rang out..All too familiar, and teasing.
"My my...You attract all kinds of trouble, don'tcha Lover Boy?"
'Penny..!" Faust thought, as the glows suddenly faded...and he saw the girl's blurred figure. Her scythe had been drawn, and he could see several glowing blue marks being bisected, torn asunder....And, they shifted to white, illuminating the artificial darkness. More blue glows faded as time went on, and his vision started to find itself...Letting him see what had gripped him.
Another girl, who looked roughly a year or two younger than him. Blonde hair dangled over her shoulders, a crimson dress hugged an average frame...and piercing crimson eyes gazed at the huntress across from her. Faust could feel a wetness oozing from his neck, red marks finding it's way to his clothes as the two had an odd sort of stalemate.
"Heh.." Penny's confident voice sounded, reeling back her scythe. The blonde girl seemed to be lost in some kind of trance, looking more like a lion circling a wounded gazelle. Crimson dripped from her chin, lapped up by a hungry tongue.
'Is she..' Faust thought, watching as the blonde seemed to leap towards Penny. He braced himself for the impact, going to cover his eyes to avoid witnessing the killing blow..One way or another.
'Smack...Smack Smack...Smack!'
He paused at the sound, peeking through his hands to see...
"O..Oh gods.." He uttered weakly, the blonde being held over Penny's knee, a dress pulled up to show off neon pink underwear that cupped a petite rump tightly. As if on cue, Penny let a hand rain down on the backside of the girl, the same sound ringing out.'Smack..Smack Smack!'
"A..Ahhnnn!! S..Stahhhhp..!" the blonde's voice called, tears welling up in her eyes. They had lost their crimson glow, instead looking more like a muted rouge. "T..that hurrrrrrrrts..!"
"Bear with it." Penny's voice called, bringing her palms down once more with another resounding Suh-mack "This is both treatment, and your punishment!"
Faust could feel the same kind of wetness that dripped down his neck coming from his nose at this...Though, as Penny spanked the blonde viciously, the blue aura seemed to return again....from circling the blonde, to ascending once more.
'A..Ahhhnn...! I..I'm so sorry...! It won't happen agaaaain!' the voice called, as Penny glared up.
"It'd better not!" She snapped, bringing down another Suh-MACK. "Cause, next time you're gonna get a hundred with a Ruler!"
The wispy essence seemed to tense up, and vanish at this....leaving the awkward trio in the alleyway alone.
"P..Please...! I..If you keep doing that.." the girl croaked, her face flushed red with effort, and tears dripping down her face. Yet, even as she pleaded and begged...
SMACK
"A..Ahhhnn!" the blonde called, writhing in Penny's grip...before a different sound filled the alleyway. Faust could feel the red forming on his face, and the blood dripping down more as his body caught on faster than his mind did.
"Ohhh, golly. Lookit that." Penny mused, her fingers drumming on the girl's rump. "Looks like you've gone and wet yourself, sweetie. I suppose that nasty spirit is to blame for all of those bad decisions you made. Too much juice, and not enough potty breaks, love?"
"A.Awuuuu.." The girl sniffled, as a stream gushed down her thighs, pooling under the two. "I..I couldn't help it..! It was just...and...It.."
"Yea, yeah." Penny mused, waving her hands a bit. "Do your business, then we'll chat. 'Kay?"
The blonde girl sniffled, before giving the girl a small nod. While she had started by just flooding herself, the girl had enough control to halt her flow for a few moments, and squat down proper to relieve herself. Faust couldn't see anything under her carefully tucked dress....But he could certainly hear it through the alleyway.
'L..lewd..' he thought, wondering why the group hadn't paid him any mind in the matter. As he tried to fight his way to his feet though, his body felt...strangely heavy once more. 'Oh no..is it another succubus?'
"Oi, Loverboy. One blink if you're alive, two if you're dead." Penny's voice called, gesturing towards him. The boy leaned as best he could, slowly blinking for the woman to see. "Ahh...I see. Well, I think you deserve a tiiiiiiiiny bit of an explanation..If you're still awake, that is."
Faust groaned as best he could, slowly blinking once more as the woman moved over to him. Firm hands lifted him off the ground, his soles resting on the concrete, even as his head hung.
"See...You just kinda got wrapped up in a spirit's nasty doing." she stated, patting his shoulder. "They tend to wander around the movies around this time, and mess with anyone that has some strong emotions. Be it despair, anxiety, joy....Lecherous Taboos.."
"A.Ah..!" Faust snapped, fighting with all of his might to protest, but feeling the girl's fingers pressing to his lips.
"I'm kidding, lover boy." she mused, twirling her fingers. "Now, I know you prolly wanted to enjoy the view, and the movie...buttttt, I think you're about to conk out soon. So, I'll have to catch you a bit later in the day, savvy?"
"I..I'm fi.." he started, feeling his body grow heavy once more.
"I'll make sure ya make it home safe." Penny's voice assured, the last semblances of thought crossing his mind. He opened his mouth to protest...
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Yet, as he opened his eyes, he was laying on his couch. A note was plastered to his chest, scrawled out in a violet handwriting.
'When ya get this, come to the midnight Cafe. Alone.' -'Penny and Friend'
Faust looked around his apartment, heading to the bathroom to check himself for marks, or his clothes for stains. As he peered in the mirror though...
"Huh..I don't have any bite marks.." he thought, looking it over. "Or..any bloodstains."
It was likely that they had changed him when they took him back..Though, the thought brought a touch of a flush to his face. As he reach for his phone though, it made a weak pittering sound.
Battery low. Shutting down..'
"Ah Hell.." Faust snapped to himself, setting the phone on his charger, and looking outside the window. What had been a bright sunlight, and a brilliant day....
Had given way to a late night, with a full, bright moon. He looked back at the note he had on his chest, slightly slumping over as he turned to the door.
"Going out so late? How Delinquent of you." Saril's voice mused, with a chuckle. Faust didn't even respond at this point, pacing out the door with a quick stride. The door was shut a bit harder than he expected to be pushing...But, he was just so...confused.
"What..happened earlier?" He thought, rubbing his head. "I was watching the movie..Neppy got up..then..." he thought, hands brushing over where he'd been..(or at least, was sure) bitten..Yet, he showed no marks. It worried him....
But, as he circled over it for what felt like the tenth time, a familiar voice waved him over.
"Yooo! Over here, Loverboy!" Penny's quipping remarks called, gesturing to a table she was sitting at with the blonde. "You were asleep all day...Flanny here was worried about you."
Faust had roughly a dozen questions for the girl, yet through some strange compulsion, the most important one was...
"Flanny..?" he remarked, a small frown expressing distaste.
"Y.Yeah, that's me!" the blonde called, bowing. "My name's Flandmir Treepes. Flan, for short."
"Interesting name.." Faust remarked, hesitantly taking his seat. "So...Flan..Penny..What.."
"I toldja before, it was a spirit." Penny interjected, holding up a finger to a waitress. "They tend to wander around, and possess people with strong feelings. Desires, phobias, fears..The usual. And, they tend to cause all kinds of trouble...Though, less so if the feeling ain't strong. Like, if you just REALLY want popcorn, versus some severe psychological trauma."
"I..see.." Faust stated blindly, looking over the blonde again. Some kind of severe trauma...?
"Turns out Flanny here had a mild case of the bullies." Penny mused, with a twirl of her drink. "And, since they kind of messed with her, she had these nasty bad feelings of wantin to get back at em. But, she didn't wanna hurt em, only humilate em like she'd been."
"I kind of wanted to hurt em, but....That's okay, right?" The girl interjected, quietly. "Like...maybe just a really bad bruise on the tailbone, or something. Inconvenience em, but not anything too serious."
"That's perfectly fine, Flanny." Penny addressed, patting the girl's head. "My intuition says that the girl you were with was either one of the bullies, or someone that just happened to know, but didn't do anythin bout it. So, the spirit made her lash out at it. Don't worry, she's fine. Took her to her place too, and she's none the wiser. Woke up a while later, and was more 'mbarrassed about peeing herself in front of you than hurt. You oughta apologize to her later."
"Right.." Faust remarked, nervously as the blonde bowed.
"I..I will." Flan stated, a cup in front of her being sipped at idly. "Th..though.."
"And, as I'm sure you're just dying to know.." Penny added to Faust, between sips of her own drink. "Flanny here...Maybe kind of sort of totally took a sip of your blood."
Faust let out a small snicker at this, almost rolling his eyes.
"What, Like a Vampire?" He casually offered, the girl leaning up with a finger.
"Half Vampire." Flan corrected, putting a finger in her mouth to show some brilliant fangs. "I can drink blood, or survive on human foods and stuffs. My mom's a nurse, so she gets me blood bags all the time, and I accent my meals with it, but.."
"...what.." Faust called softly, his hands clasping to his neck again. He could almost feel the sensation from before, of fangs piercing flesh. Of his blood dripping from his neck, and nose...Of being...fed on..
"Don't worry, half bloods can't sire new vampires." Penny assured, with a chuckle. "And, to stop you while you're behind, Garlic, Holy water, and crosses do nothing to em. Sunlight makes them hideously uncomfortable without protection, and No. She doesn't have to be invited into your house to come in. Almost everything modern cinema covers with Vampires is a crock."
'So..no sparkling?" Faust quipped back with a nervous chuckle, the blonde girl smiling brightly....And, a small glow seeming to radiate from her.
"Only the cute ones." Penny mused, with a chuckle. "But, more than anythin, don't worry. You've just been living near a bloodthirsty being from an olden time for a few years. Nothin' to worry about."
"I swear! I never feed on people Directly!" Flan quickly remarked, placing her hands on the table. "I just...something about you just...was...irresistible. Like, it was the best smelling thing I've ever.....smelt! And your blood...straight from the source... It was...my first time feeding on a person directly...Much less, a boy.."
Faust could almost feel a chill running down his spine as the girl's voice seemed to drift off, as if slipping into a dream. The way she looked at him reminded him of Yuno...But, with a sort of fierce glare that made his every instinct beg for him to flee. The crimson eyes pierced into his very soul, freezing him in place, even as the girl started to lean in again.
"Just..one more taste.." Flan's voice drifted off, before another smack rang out, Flan stumbling forward, and clutching her bottom.
"Down girl." Penny quipped, flexing her hands again. "Don't make this a repeat of earlier."
"Sorry!" Flan apologized once more, bowing her head. "I just...Something about him is just....tempting.."
"I seem to get that a lot." Faust deadpanned, looking towards the now snickering Supernatural hunter.
"Sorry lover-boy, but you're not my type." Penny mused, making a gesture with her hands. "You're not..curvy enough."
"Oh.." Faust remarked quietly, wishing he had some sort of tea to sip to disperse the awkward silence.
As the group made small talk about the situation, and how things would probably return to normal, Faust felt exhaustion creeping up on him again.
"So, I'll take care of Flanny and her things..So long as you do yourself, Faust." Penny stated, twirling her hands. "Think you can do that, Lover boy?"
"I..Yeah." Faust stated quietly, his head dipping a bit. "I'm..gonna head home and go back to bed now."
"Alrighty then." Penny mused, turning to Flan. "I'll take care of Flanny here, and we'll see ya when we do...okay?"
"Bye Fauuuuuuuust!" Flan's voice cooed, waving her hands at the boy as he paced off.
"Bye Penelope, Flandmir." he called, waving back absentmindedly as he paced home.
The steps felt longer than before, and his body seemed to almost sag once more as he trudged towards his bed.
'So Tired..' he thought, closing his eyes as his face met the pillow....and he drifted off into the night.
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'Warm..'
That was his first thought. Something was warm, in his bed. While he brushed it off as the sun shining in through the window, a different sensation brought him to reality.
'Psssssssssh'
"W..wha?!" he sounded, suddenly Throwing the covers back, and looking down. A head of silver was curled up in the bed with him, what looked like a moat flowing out from under her.
"G'morning, Fauuuuust." Youmu's voice mused out, with a playful pout. "Sowwy...I couldn't hold it.."
Psssssssssssh..psshpshhhh.
Another gush of sounds...and a twist to his other side. Pink hair matted to the girl's neck, as the girl stretched out. Magenta eyes looked back at him, with a vulgar smile.
"Yuno couldn't either..." the girl's voice cooed, gesturing down at her warm, wet lap. Faust couldn't quite believe his eyes, the two girls shamelessly soaking in his bed....After whatever had happened.
"Ah..! Fauuuust!" a third voice mused, the blonde from the previous night darting in. "Faust honey, Lemme drink your blood some more! I'll do that thiiiiiiiing you like~. When I just drinkie too much and...I just...Ahhh..!"PshPSH
A spray of liquid gushed out from under her dress, punctuated by a few more gasps. His eyes closed for a bit at this, his head spinning.
'This can't be real.' he thought, closing his eyes. 'This is a dream..right? Yeah..I'm gonna wake up..and it'll all be..normal.'
He tried to focus on waking up...on getting out of his dream....Of snapping to reality...
And lo and behold...With another swirl of his mind, and the light breaking through the window, he found himself rousing from his own slumber again.
"Nnn...I was kind of hoping it wasn't a dream.." he thought, pulling himself out of bed in a daze. He drowsily staggered towards the bathroom at this, preparing for his morning routine.
"Umm..Faust?" Saril's voice called, the boy turning.
"What?" he snapped, a bit more sour than intended. The Etheral Goddess opened her mouth, before making a down gesture with her hands.
"I think you'd better see for yourself."
"....What."
Faust glanced downward, his expression going from a drowsy frown, to a panicked gasp. Hands gripped his face shakily, as he let out a surprisingly shrill shriek.
"W..Why...Why am I a Girl all of the sudden?!"
Saril's laughter could almost be heard throughout the whole building....Whether she intended to be, or not.
[Chapter 12: Troubling Terror, End] |
[Chapter 13: Twists, and Turns]
"It's not funny, Saril!" Faust's voice snapped, the Goddess holding her sides in uproarious laughter, before wiping a tear away.
"O..Ohhh, it's hysterical, hon." she mused, grinning. "Just..your expression..and reaction... I knew this was a good idea."
"YOU did this?!" Faust snapped, stomping her feet at the Goddess in a huff.
"No, you just spontaneously changed genders." The Goddess teased, before brushing the hair off her neck. "Of course it was me, Faust. Well, you're not quite the same Faust.....Perhaps a change of name would be fitting..."
"WHY?!" the boy-turned-girl snapped, the woman shaking her head.
"Because it's fun." The Goddess called, fluttering around. "I've been frankly bored with you the past few days....and thought I'd mix it up a bit. Maybe offer this kind of thing as a temptation, to get you to write more in the your note. To indulge more in your desires..."
"I...Ughhh." Faust snapped, puffing out her cheeks as she turned her head away. "I didn't ask for this. I Like being a guy, thank you."
"And, at midnight, you will return to being one." Saril mused, waving her hands. "But, until then, 'Fauxst', I think you should start exploring your female form. Play around a bit....You might find out you like it."
"Never." Faust snapped, the woman giggling.
"You're just moody." the Goddess mused, fluttering away. "You'll just have to deal with it. Oh, and be careful going out like that. You wouldn't want to give any of the notty boys and girls in the area...ideas, with your shamelessness."
A firm, crimson blush formed on the boy-turned girl's face, as she looked down at herself. Her shirt had been...stretched out in the chest area by a considerable amount, she could feel her stomach being exposed from the fabric being tugged up by her...expansion, and as her hands trailed down her hips...She felt a sizable curve in her figure. Sliding her hands down to the front, she was met with a sizable thigh gap....And the revelation.
"Oh my god...I'm really a girl..." Fauxst sounded, noticing that her masculinity was, indeed, missing. The blush didn't leave her expression as she seemed to take it in for a moment, hands trailing down. "...This is going to be hideously awkward."
None of her clothes were really..fit for the female form, much less one with..endowments like hers. She looked into the mirror, running her hands over her body again.
"Long green hair....Wide hips....Big tits.." she noted in turn, as her hands cupped down. "And..I don't remember my butt being this big."
The initial shock had worn off...But, she was still rather bothered by the turn of events. She'd have to be a girl for the day, before turning back to normal. That..complicated things.
"Well...at least it's Sunday." Fauxst noted with a sigh of relief, eyes briefly glancing down to see her plump chest expanding. A breath in....a breath out...
"Oh goodness.." Fauxst called after a bit, sliding her hands back to her sides. "I.....I was just..At myself..."
She wasn't sure when she started blushing, but she had inadvertently started staring. It was just....there...
"Gotta get my mind off of it." She stated to herself, pacing around to the kitchen. "I'll..make breakfast! Yeah...Yeah, that'll get my mind off of things."
She quickly paced to the kitchen, hands swinging at her sides carefully.Boing...boing...boing..
"Nnn...That's going to be distracting." Fauxst remarked to herself, opening the cupboard..and paling. "Ohhh no..."
Empty......
Her cabinets were completely deprived of food. Which meant, if she wanted to eat sometime today...
"I'll..have to..." She called with a gulp, a wry expression finding it's way to her face. "G...Go..out like this."
She could feel her heart racing at this, feeling a tightness in her throat. She...was not practiced at all in the art of being feminine...And, if anyone she knew recognized her like this....
"I'll never be able to explain it.." Fauxst stated, going to her closet to try to form some semblance of a proper outfit..and took a deep breath.
"Well..here goes..Nothing."
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'Ugh..this is more troubling than I thought.'
The boy-turned girl was siting quietly at her own table, idly pawing at her food. She'd managed to find a shirt that stretched out enough to cover the majority of her upper body, even if she felt a breeze along her stomach still. She was wearing one of her pairs of boxers with an elastic band...That barely stretched to cup her hips firmly.'Can feel the elastic digging into me..' she thought with an uncomfortable wince, lightly crossing her legs over one another. Her pants were feeling tight against her because of her wider hips....And, it made her wince to have to bend, twist, and turn.
"Nn...at least I haven't met anyone that recognizes me." Fauxst stated to herself, taking a drink of her soda. She sighed, taking her tray to the trash can, and setting it up.'And I am SICK of people staring.' she thought, snapping a cold glare at a boy looking up. 'I know! I know they're big, but that's NOT an invitation, people!'
She turned her nose up at this, before starting out of the food court she was in. People were staring as she walked by...Some were more blatantly ogling her..And well...'Maybe..' she thought, wincing as she felt her pants squeezing at her more. 'I should..try to get some better fitting clothes.'
It would just be an outfit or two...in case this sort of thing happened again. If it would get people to stop ogling her, and make her more comfortable when she had to be in this form.
"Damn Saril.." she uttered under her breath, pacing down the mall.Boing....boing..boing.
"Ugh..." Fauxst groaned, looking up at the nearby stores. There was a store specifically for undergarments...One that sold all of the top-of-the-line designer clothes...And then, there was the department store. She looked at the three stores...before shaking her head.
"I just need a fitting outfit." Fauxst said to herself, starting into the department store and glancing around. "Now...where is the women's..."
"And then, he was like.." a familiar voice called lightly, before Fauxst felt something walk into her..endowments.Boooo-ing!
"A..awhaaa..!" Fauxst quickly sounded, as she backed up into a rack of clothes. "A..Ahhnn."
"O..Ohhh..Ohhh I'm sorry!" the perpetrator called, Fauxst flushing slightly as the girl looked back. "I just..I wasn't looking where I was going, and.."
"It was an accident." Another girl's voice added, making Fauxst blush even brighter. Though her arms went over her breasts, what had really had provoked her response..
Was that she recognized the two. The one that had walked into her was Ellie Troit, from school....And the other..
"Please, forgive her." the other girl called, with a bow. Emerald hair, tied back into a ponytail...A white blouse that cupped a modest, but pleasant figure...And, a black skirt that trailed to her thighs.
"A..Ahh..Don't say it like that, Wynn." Ellie responded. "You make it sound like It was a crime..and I just...kinda.."
"It's...fine." Fauxst uttered, lightly lowering her arms from her bosom. "I was just...surprised, is all. No harm, no foul."
"Ahhh..thank you.." Ellie replied with a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of her head. "Say..I don't think I've seen you around here before.."
"A.Ahh.." Fauxst remarked, quickly averting her eyes from the girls as they moved in closer.
"I dunno...she seems kind of familiar.." Wynn stated, turning her head a bit to look over Fauxst's figure. "Something about her...."
"I...I just got here.." Fauxst quickly stammered, feeling a light flush. "I'm...Faux...."
It was the dumbest excuse..the dumbest alias...and quite possibly, one of the dumbest moments of her life. Though..
"I'm Wynn." the emerald-haired girl called, holding out her hand. "Wynn Tatsumaki."
"Ellie. Ellie Troit." the lime-green haired girl called, bowing her head. "Sorry for...That."
"Ahaha..It's..fine." Fauxst replied, taking the girl's hand awkwardly, and starting to pace. "I'm..just kind of here to get some clothes. I..had to wear someone else's.."
"Ahhh.." Wynn called, before turning to match her pace. "Well, maybe we could help you!"
"Right! As an apology to...crashing into you." Ellie quickly chimed in, moving to her other side. "I'll buy you an outfit! Just..not one of the super expensive ones, okay? Think of it as a..welcoming present to our town."
"A..Aha..thanks." Fauxst replied with a bit of uneasy gratitude, lightly flushing. She wanted to avoid the two girls, but he didn't want to appear cold, or suspicious. As she paced around the store to look at the clothes though, her face paled a bit.'G..girl's clothes are expensive.' she thought with a flinch, the lime haired girl reaching over to grab something.
"Ah..! Look! This skirt's on Sale!" the girl called, turning to hold up a Crimson skirt that looked like it's go down to her hips....and maybe pass Fauxst's thighs, if she was lucky.
"This shirt could be cute." Wynn's voice called, holding up an emerald top.
"A..ah..what about this..?" Faust remarked, holding up a purple halter-top. It would show off their shoulders, but...
"Umm..Iunno." Wynn replied, lightly frowning.
"It..could be..?" Ellie replied, in an uneasy expression. Fauxst lightly paused, chuckling nervously.
"I..I'll let you pick for me." Fauxst remarked, moving over. "I'll..go find somewhere to sit for a bit."
"Ah..That's not what.." Ellie started, watching as Fauxst moved over.
'I really don't get this girl thing.' Fauxst thought to herself, finding a bench a short ways away, and sitting down on it. Even in a female form, Fauxst still felt more than a bit masculine...Though, she felt a bit hurt at their reactions.
"A..Ahh..Faux.." Ellie's voice called by the time Fauxst found a bench, pacing over. "I..I just wanted to say I was sorry. I'm just..kinda messing up all over today, yeah?"
"It's..fine." Fauxst replied, lightly shaking her head. "Don't worry about it. I'm not very..fashion-conscious. It's fine."
"Still, I feel really bad.." Ellie started again, Fauxst holding up a hand.
"Just..pick out something....cute for me." Fauxst replied, lightly. "And..don't worry so much."
"Okay..." the lime haired girl acknowledged...before pausing. "O..Oh..! And...One more question..if you don't mind."
"Shoot." Fauxst sounded reflexively. "I mean..go ahead."
A flush could be seen on Ellie's face, as an awkward silence fell over the two.
"Well..it's just...I mean." Ellie started, the air growing tense. "When I...And you...I'll..just say it...."
Fauxst leaned in at this, gesturing wit her hand for her to go on. The girl seemed to be having a lot of trouble enunciating...Before..
"Are you...kinda-sorta-not-wearing-a-bra?"
Bluuuuuuuuuush
"W..Well..It's just...I mean...I.." Fauxst stammered, eyes glancing every other way, but the direction of Ellie. The same kind of expression formed on Ellie's face, the two's gazes constantly darting around.
"Th..that's okay! I..I mean." Ellie stammered, flushing. "There was just.and when I...And some girls don't like..but...I.."
"It's. it's just..I don't have...Because..well.."
"R..right.." Ellie stammered, before gesturing back. "I'll...be right back, Faux! W..Wynn's probably..worried about me."
"O..okay." Fauxst replied meekly, her eyes resting on the ground. It was an...unexpectedly embarrassing topic for the girl...Though, at least the other girl was just as embarrassed.'About the only Solace I can take in this.' Fauxst thought to herself, sighing. As she tried to busy her mind with something else though...
PANG
"Oh no.." Fauxst thought, suddenly crossing her legs. She'd been drinking soda carelessly at the food court...And, boy or girl..She still had needs. Needs that would need to be tended to. Eyes glanced around for the bathrooms at this, an uneasy flush coming to her face. "I don't even know how it..works...Though, I feel like I'm going to find out, soon enough.'[/i]
Before she could stand up though, the girls quickly moved back over to her side.
"Ah..We've found some stuff for you to try on." Wynn called, the shy lime haired girl hiding behind her. "Shall we go over to the changing room, and try some stuff on?"
"A..Ah..? Sure.." Fauxst replied nervously, getting off the bench with a small wince. She hadn't felt pressure in this way before..But, if it was like in her male form, it wouldn't be too pressing for a little longer. She quietly strode over with the girls to some secluded rooms, where they passed her some garments.
"Just try these on for a bit, and we'll head out." Wynn assured, handing him a few hangers. "If you like any of them, then we can get em, and head out. Okay?"
"O..okay." Fauxst replied, meekly taking the outfits, and starting into the room. She closed and locked the door, before glancing over them.
There was a long, teal Dress...A pair of black jeans, and a crimson top....A purple button up shirt, and a short, blue skirt...
The teal dress went over her shoulders, and came down just above her ankles. It was a long, proper outfit...but, at the same time..'Too..girly' Fauxst thought, sliding it off to put on the jeans and top. The shirt felt a bit tight around the chest, but it at least covered her better than her previous outfit. The jeans were...less tight on her than the pants she wore previously...But, they gave her bladder a bit of unwanted pressure.'Nnnngh..I can't wear this right now..' she thought, quickly unbuttoning, and tugging the jeans off as she writhed. Her fingers slid down to the crotch of her boxers, biting her lip softly as she tried to hold herself.'It'll be fine...I can hold it.' Fauxst thought, before getting to the last one. The shirt buttons were surprisingly firm in their positioning, and it let her adjust how much of her chest was shown. Fauxst's eyes were glued a bit to her ample bosom again...but, she quickly shook her head again, as she buttoned herself up quickly.'I gotta stop checking myself out.' Fauxst thought to herself, before picking up the skirt. She wrapped the fabric around her, and fumbled with the clasp a bit....Before fastening it.
"You know..this isn't too bad.." she thought out loud, turning around. "It's..a bit...air-y, but it feels nice at least."
She'd be in trouble if there was so much as a stiff breeze, but Fauxst paid it no mind. She undressed herself one last time, before changing back into her previous clothes..Bracing as she fastened her pants button again.
"Nnnn..." she sounded, before grasping the things, and pushing open the door. Wynn and Ellie were waiting for her still, holding bags of their own at their sides.
"Ah..! How were they?" Wynn asked, quickly moving to her side.
"A..Ah..They were fine." Fauxst replied quietly, averting her gaze from the girl again. "Though...Think we could stop by the bathroom in a bit..? I need to..."
"Change? Understandable." Wynn cut off, starting to push Fauxst along. "Let's go buy em up then, and move on."
"A..Ahh..!" Fauxst sounded, unable to fight the surprisingly insistent girl's shove, as they went to the counter. Fauxst didn't have time to pull out her wallet, before Ellie leaned over, sliding a card.
"It's on me." The lime haired girl called, with a smile. "Consider it a welcoming present, Faux."
"A.Ah..thanks." she replied, blushing slightly as she felt her bladder panging a bit louder. She bit her lip softly, taking her clothes with her as she glanced around.
"W..where are the bathrooms here..?" Fauxst replied quietly, as the emerald haired girl took her hand.
"This way." Wynn directed, tugging Fauxst along the Mall. She could feel her urge growing...and dully throbbing....Though..
"Ah.and here we are." Wynn stated, pushing open the door. "Come on, let's get you into one of those cuter outfits."
"A..Aaa.." Fauxst whimpered, starting in as she lightly trembled. Her need was getting..bad...But..
"And here.." Wynn whispered, holding a bag out to the girl. "I got you something for your...Bust. This should help keep people from staring at you too much."
"A..Ah...Thanks.." Fauxst replied meekly, as the group made it into the stalls. There were three stalls....But, before she could think of going into one..
"Dibs!" Ellie stated, quickly moving into the first stall with a rushed pace. No sooner had she taken one, did Wynn take another..Leaving Fauxst the one in the middle. She started to move into the stall, the bags at her side making maneuvering..difficult.
'Maybe I should change out here..' she thought to herself, starting to unbutton and slide off her pants. Hands went over the bags at this, tugging at the skirt that had been bought..and fastened it to her hips. 'Mmmm..Much better.'
One of the other bags tilted to grasp at the button up shirt...Fauxst looking it over. 'Ah...before this..'
She gulped again, before reaching for the bag Wynn gave her specifically. A hanger was lifted up out of it, green fabric in a familiar shape dangling from it.40DD
"O..Oh.." Fauxst softly uttered, doing her best to put it on, and try to not blush at the knowlege of her..size. Her straps went over her shoulders, her girls hesitantly cupped...and with a slight stretch....Ka-lick.
The clasp in the back was fastened, luckily.'Not bad for a first time.' she thought, lightly lifting the bra to make her girls bounce up...and then back down. It took Fauxst a few moments to realize though, that something was missing from the bathroom scene.'They aren't..' Fauxst thought, before a series of twin hisses rang out in the bathroom. Red formed to her face, before another sensation crossed her mind.'Drip'
"A...Ahhh..!" Fauxst quickly stammered, warmth spreading into her underwear as she scampered into the stall. Hands fumbled with the waistband, before yanking it down, plopping her rump down on the commode.'Pssh....GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSH
"O...Ohhhhhhhhhnnn..." Fauxst groaned, feeling her own waters starting to flood out from her. Warm, clear pee gushed from her nethers, spraying all over the toilet seat, Fauxst's control fading away in moments to the pure..blissful relief. "Ohhhh..Ohhh Gods.."
"Wow...You really had to go, didn't you?" Ellie's voice called, making Fauxst blush bright red. She'd forgotten she went in there with the other girls..And, well...
"I...er..Umm..I've been holding all morning." Fauxst replied with a blush, leaning up to shut the door as she felt her stream continue to gush. A nervous blush could have very well burned itself into her face at this, waiting for the telltale signs of flushing from the other stalls.
"We'll.....give you time to finish changing." Wynn's voice called lightly, knocking on her door. Fauxst struggled to find a proper excuse, before nodding to nothing.
"Sur....I mean.....Okay." Fauxst replied meekly, waiting a few moments for her stream to taper off. Toilet paper was torn, and her sensitive area was wiped..before she eventually made it out of the stall. The button up shirt was grasped and donned, Fauxst grabbing the rest of the bags with a slight flush, washing her hands as she went out. The two green haired girls were waiting for her as she stepped out...Healthy blushes on their faces as well.
"We..well..Sorry about.." Wynn started lightly..
"We didn't mean.." Ellie added, as Fauxst waved her hand aside.
"I..it's okay." Fauxst replied, trying to put on an easy smile. "I'll..Thanks for helping me find something nice."
The girls smiled in turn, Ellie grinning widely.
"No problem." She called, lightly bowing at her. "Hit us up sometime if you wanna hang out again."
"Alrighty, I will." Fauxst replied, nodding. "Hope I see you around again."
"I'm sure we will, Fauxst." The emerald haired girl called lightly, with a wave. Fauxst waved back, and parted ways with the two...Stopping by a convience store on the way home.
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"Wow..the whole day, huh?"
Fauxst was carrying her things in her bags, holding a medley of snacks and beverages...along with the clothes Wynn and Ellie got for her.
The whole attire was a bit..different than what she was used to, but the feeling wasn't unpleasant...As long as the breeze behaved. She had a few close calls with having to keep it down, but all in all, her journey back home was uneventful...Until...
"Ah..? Oh no..Where's my Key.." she thought out loud as she came up on her apartment, her skirt pockets containing only her wallet. Which, didn't seem too bad, until..'PANG'
"Oh no.." she thought, instinctually crossing her legs...before suddenly doubling down. "Ohhh..God no.."
She had been pacing around for a while, so it wasn't unheard of to have had her urges redoubling....But..
"It..It just snuck up on me.." She weakly whispered to herself, fumbling about. "Ohh Gods...Oh jeez...Where is that key.."
She could use her bathroom in the apartment...IF she could remember where her keys were. A hand quickly found refuge up her skirt, gripping herself tightly as she bounced on her hips.
"Ohhhh No...This is bad...This is bad.." she whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut as she writhed. Feet tapped against the ground as she searched all of her pockets, looking for that elusive piece of metal....Before it suddenly hit her.
"Ah..maybe..!" She thought, reaching into the bag that held her clothes...And feeling a protrusion in one of the pockets. "Yes..! It's just in my old pants."
She quickly yanked the garments from the bag, turning them upside down to get it to fall out.
'Cling..cling..'
The silver key to her bladder's salvation fell to the ground lightly, sitting a small distance away. Fauxst moved over, hunching over to pick it up...
PshPSH
Big mistake..
"A..Ahhnn..! Oh no..Oh fuck.." she softly groaned, as the warmth seeped out. No sooner had her fingers wrapped around the key, did her body's control suddenly fade from her...Positively gushing from her skirt, and warming her thighs. Rivulets of clear fluid cascaded down her thighs, and the material of her blue skirt darkened considerably, the wet patch along her thighs spreading feverishly. She whimpered, groaned, and shuddered as her body Psssssshhhhhed and splashed against the ground, her own lewd waters flowing for the second time that day...And the first time when she wasn't over a toilet. It was like one of the videos she watched so often as a guy...but...
"I..I didn't think...It would happen to me!" she groaned, lightly shaking her hips as the stream eventually tapered off, leaving her legs warm, wet, and sticky. She staggered to her feet, quickly sliding the key into the door, and turning it. Before anyone could catch her in her wet garments, she pushed into the building, stopping long enough to grab her things and slam the door shut.
"So, THAT'S going to have to go in the washer now." she called out in a huff, dropping the bags haphazardly, as she quickly peeled off her garments. The skirt was stripped off, and the now dripping boxers were peeled off, as she started past her laundry room.
"Gotta wash myself off now.." She grumbled, tossing her wet things into the washing machine, and grasping a towel. Since she would be home alone for the rest of the day, she didn't bother grabbing any clothes...Merely striding into the bathroom in a rush.
'It's odd though..' she thought, preparing the hot water and bathing materials, starting into the shower without a second thought to her now bare body. 'That was just...so sudden, and urgent. There wasn't any warning, and barely any desperation. It just...rushed out.'
The thought was a troubling one indeed, though when her hands reached down to rub at her thighs, a warmth suddenly pooled over her.
"Gotta...be tender.." She sounded, scrubbing her inner thighs...and slowly trailing up. Her fingers were careful to avoid her..naughty place....Yet as the water splashed against her, the girl felt another warm shiver.
"Ohhnnn..." she moaned softly, her other hands scrubbing at her body. Soapy hands caressed her hips, and gripped her bottom firmly....Subconciously admiring the sculpted physique she had. The more she rubbed herself down, going up from her bottom, and crossing over her breasts..The warmer her body started to feel. "Ohhh..Ohhh Gods.."
Before she knew it, hands were rubbing at her own breasts, squeezing them firmly. She'd never really felt anything like that with her hands as a guy, but in her current form.'I..I need to stop..' she thought weakly, as one of her hands started to trail south once more. 'I...I shouldn't be doing this kind of thing..Not..Not right now.'
Soon enough, a solitary finger was rubbing...and her body writhed like she was being branded. The girl could feel her body tensing up once again..And a familiar, pressing need forming.
"O..Ohhhnn..Ohh not again.." she groaned, starting to slide to her knees. "I..I can't..I..I gotta stop..Or I'm gonna..Gonna....."
She moaned sweetly, fingers rubbing at her body in spite of her mind's resistance. She felt was she was sure was her bladder pulsing once again, already having bloated out to a wild level. Yet, every time she tried to hold herself..Every bit she tried to contain, merely ended up with her fingers brushing against her tender opening.
"O..Ohhh..Ohhh.." She whimpered, starting to buck her hips softly. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna pee...!"
The toilet was right there....It was within sight of the Shower....But, no matter how hard she tried to fight to her feet...her legs didn't work.
She couldn't get back up. And after a few more feeble attempts..
'Pssssh.'
Warm fluid spurted into her hand, forcing her to arch her back a bit, and Gasp loudly.
"I..I'm...." she whimpered, before letting out a defeated Waiiiiiiiiiiiiiil, warmth that had nothing to do with the shower gushing and cascading out of her. While it wasn't the same kind of noisy gusher as what she just had, she felt even more relief now than she ever had before.
"O..Ohhnn..Ohhhnnn.." She whimpered, panting softly, before starting to lay back in the bathtub. She'd..she'd catch her breath, and then...And....then....Whumpf.....
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"..Do you think it worked?"
"Did you see the look on her face? Of course it did!"
"I dunno..it still seems like a prank to me.."
"Well, if you'd have let me test it on you..."
A short ways away, the two green haired girls were conversing among one another, Wynn lightly shaking her head at the girl.
"You Know that would be dangerous." Wynn stated firmly, having a small frown on her face..but otherwise looking more stern than angry. "That's why we used it on her."
"Yeah, but we can't know for sure." Ellie replied, holding up her pen. "Look, if we just walked her home, we could have figured out for sure.."
"True, but that'd just be a bit strange, don't you think?" Wynn stated, her fingers running over a black book. "'Hi, welcome to town! Where do you live? We want to see if we can make you pee yourself with this magic book that fell from the sky, and apparently came from this mysterious woman calling herself the 'Goddess of Lust.'"
"Look, she was real!" Ellie snapped, slamming her pen on the floor. "Sure, she came to me in the middle of the night...And yeah, I just kind of had to get up to pee, and it sounds like a dream, but it's true!"
"Sure it is.." Wynn stated, lightly opening the book again. "Right up there with flying pigs, and the tooth fairy."
"Don't be so skeptical, Wynn." Another voice called, an ethereal woman with ivory skin, and a leather outfit descending from the sky...Brilliant black wings fluttering slightly. "After all, I let you use my eyes without taking anything from you. That should be enough proof to my powers."
"She what?!" Ellie snapped, leaning over. "Why didn't you tell me this?!"
"Because I didn't think you needed to know." Wynn mused, clearly teasing the other girl. "It made picking out clothes her size nice and easy. Though, her name was just..strange."
"Fauxstus Necromina." Ellie remarked, nodding her head. "It sounds similar to Faust's, but you don't think.."
"At this point, I'm not sure..." Wynn stated, shaking her head. "Though, if you want to blame someone for not writing a better description in the book, blame yourself. I'm just keeping the thing, not writing in it."
"Well, we'll just have to try someone else at school tomorrow." Ellie snapped, lightly. "Give me the book tonight, and I'll write you an Epic tale of Lewdity and desire, that results in conclusive evidence that the 'Wet Note' is real!"
"Like how you wrote 'pees herself right outside of her house?'" Wynn quipped, reading the entry. "Or perhaps 'Plays with herself in the shower, until it all flows out?'"
"They're classics!" Ellie protested, Wynn closing the book.
"They're cliche." the girl rebuttalled, sliding it into her bag. "Look, tomorrow we'll meet up, and pick a target. Something that'll be unmistakably more than a regular accident. Something vulgar, and outlandish, that results in something the whole school won't be able to shut up about for at least a few weeks."
The lime haired girl pouted, puffing out her cheeks, before relenting.
"Fine." Ellie relented, before holding up a finger. "But, if it does work...Then I get to use it on you, once."
"And if it doesn't..." Wynn snapped back quickly."You have to wet yourself in front of Faust, and everyone. No pee breaks, No excuses, no hiding behind the school when it gets to be too bad. Just drinking all day, and a full-on soaking of your clothes when it finally comes out."
"...Deal." Ellie compromised after a moment's hesitation, sticking her hand out for the girls to shake on.
Saril giggled quietly at this, glancing at the moon as it shone overhead.
'This ought to make tomorrow...Plenty interesting.' she thought with a giggle, vanishing into thin air once more to return to her 'home.'
A few hours later, Faust awoke from his impromptu nap in the shower, having finally regressed to his male form.
"Whew.." he sounded to himself, shutting off the water and climbing out. "As...unique of an experience as that was, I don't think I wanna be a girl again anytime soon."
Plus, he got some free clothes for the next time something like that happened. Despite the circumstances, the day was...far from bad.
"I just hope they aren't too disappointed to see me again." he sounded to himself, dressing himself to properly get some sleep. "Ellie and Wynn.. They're..really nice girls."
He laid down in his bed, letting his eyes start to flutter closed once again. It was some time after 1 in the morning, but school would start again tomorrow...And he needed to make sure he got some sleep to put up with it.
'Here's hoping for no surprises tommorow.' he thought as he drifted off to sleep, none the wiser to the planned, upcoming incident.
[Chapter 13: Twists, and Turns: End] |
Faust seems to have a running joke of being slow to update...but, Faust has managed to muster up enough to get people excited, Faust feels...
Faust apologizes for the delays between posts, but Faust is just..a bit stressed from life. But, never fear! Faust is getting back into things...and, alongside the others..Faust has graced with a bit of this, and is showing off his interactive Story thread, in case anyone has missed it!
https://omorashi.org/topic/32214-interactive-stories-by-faust/?page=3
But, aside from doing that..Faust will delay you no longer! For now..It is time to give a bit of story to the plot Faust is most known for, Another Note!
Chapter 14: Pressed for Time!
The sun's rays came through the window all too soon...And, Faust grumbled as he crawled out of bed.
"Nnn...Yesterday still feels like a weird dream.." He stated to himself, looking down to see he hadn't changed genders again, saying a silent thanks.
"Good, I don't have to figure out how school would be like as a girl." He called to himself, before getting off his bed, and starting around his apartment.
'The question is.....What kind of stuff am I going to have to deal with today?'
He wanted to hope for nothing.... But he had a bad feeling....
A short while later, Faust was nodding off by the bus stop. A bit of waiting on his own left him zoning in and out...before a familiar face showed up.
"Good morning, Faust!" Yuno's voice chimed, clasping her hands together. "Yuno is sorry she couldn't spend a day off with Faust, so she could...explore a bit more with Faust."
Faust's face blushed brightly at this, averting his gaze.
"Th..that's okay.." Faust stammered back, as the girl lightly bumped him with a grin.
"Yuno will make it up to Faust.." She mused, leaning in to whisper. "By holding it until Faust lets her..go."
Faust blushed, feeling himself get excited, as he shook his head.
"I...Erm...Okay.." he stammered back, illiciting a giggle from the pinkette, as they got on the bus to school.
The boy struggled to keep his thoughts clean as the two arrived at the school, Yuno eying the bathroom with a wary gaze...as Faust shook his head.
"You can hold it." Faust stated to the girl in a low voice, prompting a beam...and a nod.
"Mmm..Though, Yuno needs to go pick something up she forgot in Gym." the girl called. "Yuno will see you in first period, okay?"
"Oh, alright then." Faust called, before holding up a finger. "But, No peeing until I say. Or else."
The pinkette blushed lightly, bumping into the boy a bit with her hips, and starting off. Faust smiled a bit warmly, starting along in a daze....
THUMP
That didn't last...
"Oh, who the fuck.." a worryingly familiar voice called, as Faust looked where he was going. A familiar figure with red hair...An angry look, and a disheveled gaze. "Ohh..It's you, Necromonium."
"Hello, Yamakaji.." Faust flatly responded, starting to side step him. "Sorry I bumped into yo-"
"Oh, you're gonna be.." Haoul snapped, grabbing the boy by his collar, and lifting him up. "I had to deal with Miss Emil's torture....And, well..Someone has to deal with all of my aggression from all that."
"Why not a Therapist?" Faust remarked, as the boy casually took him over to a door, and thrust it open. Judging by the tables, and the sinks...It was a science lab.
"I could always just do..This." the Red haired bully snapped, taking him into the back of the room, and tossing him into what looked like a sort of locker. Before Faust could step out of it..
SLAM
It was shut.
'I wonder if he knows these things have unlocking mechanisms on the inside..' he thought, peering through the blinds in it as the boy watched him..and then started out of the room. Faust rolled his eyes, and felt around for the mechanism...Lifting it up and pushing....
Thump....
No response...
"Oh, don't tell me.." The boy called, pressing against it again...and again. He looked back through the blinds, seeing a desk up against it. "Of course...I should have known even he wasn't that stupid."
He sank back into the locker, glancing over his bag..and getting an idea.
"Well, you know.." He called, starting to reach into it. "I could just...write a name, and get out of this. I don't see why I.."
'Thump Thump Thump'
Faust glanced up through the blinds at this, seeing a pair of girls walk into the room at this, shutting the door quietly.
"Ah..Hey..!" he started to call out, before seeing a black book.
"So...we're doing this, then." one voice called, holding out the book.
"Yeah, we're going to give this...'Wet Note' A Try.." Another piped up, sounding far too excited. "Ohhh, I'm so excited! What if this works?!"
"And when it doesn't, I'll enjoy watching you suffer." the other quipped, prompting what he imagined was a scathing look.
"Well, we'll see, won't we?" the chipper girl called, pulling out a pen. "So..which one are we going for? Schnee, or Takagi?"
Faust fell back a bit at this, his face paling at the thoughts. Someone else had...a Wet note? And, by the sounds of their talking..They were about to use it.....
On one of the two worst targets for that kind of thing. His own dabbling with the note had been for his own friends, and a few girls he'd had some lust about....But...
Schnee, was Weiss Schnee. A white haired, modestly endowed girl he never even considered talking to, given her...uppity, standoffish nature. The girl acted like the queen of the world, and was one of the girls that you wouldn't dare look at the wrong way, lest you get expelled. If she'd had her way, she would run the school with an Iron Fist..probably even buy it. However....
That kind of 'Rich girl that could buy the school' trope was broken by another issue....
There were two girls like that in the school. who had such opposing viewpoints it was amazing they hadn't broken out into a wild scuffle in plain view of everyone. If one girl tried to change something, the other would simply get it changed back out of spite...And, what would have been an easy domination of the 'Penniless masses' became a power struggle between the two.
As for Takagi...That was Saya Takagi. Wheras Weiss was an uptight, petite rich girl..Saya was a more modest...But insanely well endowed girl. She had an almost unreal bust size, and her hips were the kind of things that Faust only saw in illicit magazines. In spite of, or perhaps because of this, the girl kept a bit of a level head and a modest nature....But, hoo boy did she have a temper. Faust had seen the girl a few times, but the way she glared at someone for bumping into her, much less commenting on her body that was likely on the minds of most hormone-addled boys at night....
It made the boy shudder in thought of what she'd do to them. But, more importantly...There were two girls, planning to use it on one of them. He...idly thought about staying silent and letting it unfold, but..
"Well, Schnee always wears those perfectly white clothes..." the chipper voice called, with a grin. "But...Takagi's got just such a tasty figure.."
"Keep your clothes on, Troit." The stern girl called. "You're writing an entry in the book, not a smut novel. Just write one of them doing something they'd never do, and we'll see if the book works."
"Hmm...If I can do anything.." the chipper girl called, before grinning. "Ah..! I know! They'd never associate with one of the..'Commoner riff raff' would they?"
"It's very doubtful." The stern girl replied, as he heard the skrit-skritching of pen to paper.
"Then, I'll just write.." the chipper one mused, with a grin. "'Gives...Faustus..A..Lapdance...In the....Lunchroom...At...One..Thirty..Two..PM, and..pees..all..over..him."
A bright, nearly glowing red blush made it to Faust's face, as he suddenly flinched...Now increasingly worried about being found out by the two girls.
"That's..vulgar, and lewd.." The stern girl's voice called, quietly. "Something she'll never live down....She might even be ruined by this.."
"Ah..! W..well, i said it'd be vulgar.." the lime haired girl called, before starting to skrtch-skritch. "I'll just...scratch that out..and.."
Rrrrrinnng..RING.
"Ah..! No..!" the chipper voice called, as the stern girl lifted the book.
"You can try again later, Troit." The girl called, with a sigh. "I hope for everyone's sake, that crossing out the entry will cancel it."
"Yeahhhh..Sorry. I just got a bit..overexcited." the chipper one called, starting out...As Faust held his breath a bit.
"It won't, just so you know." a familiar, sensual voice called. "You can look forward to a nice little show later today."
"Gah..! Saril..!" Faust called, before shaking his head. "What's going on..? Why do they have a note? What can."
"And, seeing as you're mentioned..You're not getting out of it." the Goddess added, with a grin. "I hope you remember your manners, Faust."
"It's not funny, Saril." He replied back, the woman chuckling.
"Well, let's put it this way.." the Goddess called, lightly flicking the door open...The desk barricade moving to the side. "Either you get to the lunchroom at that time...Or, that mystery girl will just end up showing up to Flood, Everywhere. For everyone to see, and mock her for.."
"Hrmmmth.." Faust replied, scrunching up his face. "What if...What if I wrote their names in my notebook first?"
"Wouldn't work." the goddess mused, waving her hand. "When the name is written, their fate is sealed. Oh, but you don't even know which one they wrote, do you? For all you know, your efforts to stall out, and save one...Would go to ruin as the other goes down on you.."
"Stop." Faust stated, sternly. "Is there a power I can trade off for that?"
"Regrettably, No." the Goddess added, with a small pout. "Shame..Cause I know your goody-two shoes personality would just..give it all up, for the sake of another. Even when they're what sounds like an uptight bitch that needs to get laid."
"I...Erm, well.." he started, glancing to the side. "I..can't defend their personalities..But, Surely I can do something.."
Faust put a hand on his chin, before remembering he had a class, starting out of the science room.
'It's 9:40 Now..' Faust thought, closing his eyes. 'So..I've got...Just under four hours to find a way to counteract those girl's wet note....And save the reputation of a girl that not only doesn't know I exist...But would be RUINED by..by..'
Faust shook his head, not wanting to think about it.
'Well, that..Shouldn't be too hard. I could..probably figure out who wrote it too...And find out where that second note came from.'
He paused a bit, rubbing his head as he started into the classroom, getting a bunch of stares, and a glare from the teacher.
"Sorry..Got shoved in a locker." Faust called lightly, moving into the room as Youmu and Yuno looked to him.
"Ah...I see.." the teacher called, before turning. "Well, try not to make a habit of it, Necromonium."
He moved to take his seat, the pinkette pressing against his side tightly as Youmu leaned in to whisper.
"Yuno shouldn't have left your side.." She called, gingerly. "Yuno will just have to stick to you like glue, so nothing bad can happen anymore!"
"Y..Yeah.. We'll stick by you today, Faust." the silverette added, with a nod. "That...should keep them from doing anything again."
.....
'Shit, doing this without being seen might be harder than I thought. '
[Chapter 14: Pressed for Time Part 1, End] |
[Chapter 14: Pressed for Time, part 2]
Faust wracked his brain for the entirety of First period trying to ponder ways to get out of what was coming.
'If I don't figure out a way to change this...' he thought, picturing the two rich girls....and stifling a blush. 'Then..On top of ruining of their reputations...I have a feeling...'
He thought of both girls in turn, and their reactions afterwards.
'Y..You CREEP! I'll sue you for sexual harassment, you predator!' the white haired girl would snap, and likely make good to her word. He'd be sued out of house and home...Theoretically out of existence, if she willed it hard enough.
'Pervert..!' the ample girl would snap, before he'd...find himself short a very important set of parts. At best case, they'd only be broken, and at worse....
'Ugh...Please no..' Faust thought to himself, slumping over in his chair as the bell started to ring. First period was over, and...
"Come on Faust..Yuno will walk you to second period." the pinkette called, the silverette nodding a bit.
"Please...be careful." Youmu stated quietly. "I'll..see you at lunch then?"
"Ah...I will." Faust assured, as the group parted a bit, and Yuno clung to his arm.
"Yuno can't believe they would do something like that to Faust.." The pinkette called, indignantly. "If Yuno ever finds out who did it.."
"Don't worry about it." Faust assured, walking alongside the girl. "I'm fine, and that's all that matters now."
"If Faust says so.." The pinkette called, leaning into. "Just..don't worry Yuno like that again..okay?"
"I won't." Faust called quickly, thinking to how well he could keep that up. He wasn't entirely sure he could wriggle his way out of it this time...But....
'There has to be..some way..' he thought, as they wandered into their second class. 'To either get the girl away...Or, to clear everyone else out.'
He furrowed his brow, leaning down into his seat some more as he started to zone out.
"Alright class, it's time for a pop quiz!"
Collective groans could be heard through the classroom, as the students all started to close their books, sighing.
"Now now...Don't complain." the teacher chided, quickly. "You all knew this was coming. Now, get out your notebooks, and some scrap paper. I expect to see your work this time...and for everyone to keep their eyes FORWARD."
Faust could see Yuno slump over a bit, looking displeased. Math quizzes were always a problem..And, since he had forbade her from going to the bathroom earlier....
He could see her lightly shivering..Though, it'd completely slipped his mind to let her go before second period.
"F..Faust.." the girl stammered lightly, crossing her legs. "Could..Could you..lend Yuno some...Paper?"
Faust blushed a bit at her pleading, knowing she wanted to ask something else...as he nodded.
"Sure..Hang on." He called, reaching into his bag to tear out a piece of paper from a notebook. "Here, this should do..it."
His eyes suddenly widened a bit, as he came to a small realization. If he needed to use his notebook without being seen....
'I can tear a page out of it.' he thought, reaching up to thumb it open..and pull out a page from the Wet note. 'And...It should still function as such, yeah?'
He just had to...be careful not to write his own name on it. He felt the fine material of the paper, appreciating the quality...Before sliding it onto his desk.
The teacher began to pass out their tests, looking at each of them in turn with fierce eyes.
"Don't let me catch you looking at anyone else's paper." The teacher snapped, looking at them like criminals daring to try something. "Or there will be hefty punishment. You have 30 minutes. Begin."
'Thirty minutes...' Faust thought, closing his eyes. 'That's more than enough time to think of something...I hope.'
Twenty five minutes later, Faust was slamming his head against the desk.
'I'm so stupid..stupid stupid.' he thought, groaning. The test was an afterthought, having been completed in the first few minutes....But, the other issue...
"Eyes front, Gasai." The teacher snapped. "Nothing's gonna come save you from your study-free life."
Faust scowled as the teacher picked on Yuno, seeing a brush of pink on her face. He looked down at his own test at this....Idly considering thumbing it to Yuno, but knew it would end in disaster either way. A few more minutes passed, and then...
"Pencils down." The teacher called, sharply. "The test is over! I expect you all to own up to how well you did.."
"Yuno thinks math should die in a fire." The girl called coldly under her breath, prompting half a snicker from Faust.
"I'll teach you a bit la...ter.." Faust called, before suddenly coming to a realization. "That's it..!"
"What is, Necromonium?" the teacher called, prompting him to blush.
"Ah..no.." he replied, shakily. "Was just...thinking of something..for science class.."
A stern gaze...and a small sigh.
"Please try to keep your outbursts to yourself, Necromonium." The teacher called, starting to head out around the room. "Now, I'll need everyone's papers and tests now.."
Faust quickly clenched a corner of his paper, tearing it sharply into a corner....As he stacked them atop each other.
"Necromonium." the teacher stated, as he handed his over. "Gasai.."
The pinkette handed her test over sullenly, looking like the world was coming down around her. Faust couldn't help but feel a bit bad for the girl...As he started to skrt-skrt into the small piece of paper he tore.
'Almost....got it.' He called, before shoving the piece of paper into his pocket, and closing his eyes a bit. 'Phew..Now, I just have to..hope that things turn out as I hope.'
Faust let out a sigh of relief, as the teacher stacked her tests on her desk...And glanced over the class.
"Well, now that the test has been completed...." The teacher started, tapping at the board. "Let's review what it was over..."
Another chunk of soul-crushing mathematics later, the bell finally rang to end the merciless lesson.
"Alright..Dismissed." The teacher called, prompting everyone to get out of their seats, and start along.
'Yuno is sure she bombed that test.." the girl called, pressing into Faust. "Yuno's gonna need remedial math lessons.."
"It'll be fine, Yuno." Faust called, gently patting her head. "Just...Gotta go with the flow, yeah?"
"Uuu..Faust is teasing Yuno.." the pinkette called, squirming far more openly. "Can yuno...please go piddle now?"
"After lunch.." Faust assured, with a smile. "Then, you can go all you need to."
The pinkette whimpered, but nodded, leaning into.
"Okay..." The girl whimpered, starting along with Faust. The boy glanced up at the clock at this, looking at the time.
'1:05..' he thought to himself, closing his eyes. 'It won't be long now..'
The two met up with Youmu, and started about lunch quietly.
1:10.....
1:15.....
1:20.....
Faust idly nibbled at his food, eyes glancing towards the cafeteria doors. If the notes were genuine, then likely...
"Hrmpth..don't expect me to thank you." an unfamiliar voice called, prompting the boy to turn...Along with just about every other set of eyes. A familiar, curvy figure started through the door held by another boy...Arms folded under her ample bosom.
'....I forgot how busty she was.' Faust idly thought with a blush, letting out a small sigh. He almost wished he hadn't solved the situation...THUMP
Almost. Though, as the boy tore his eyes away from the pinkette with the little prod, he turned to see a different face looking down at him. Another stern, regal expression, looking down on him as if he were an animal.
"I presume this seat isn't taken?" a cold, stern voice stated plainly. Judging by her tone and the ferocity of the statement...It wasn't phrased like the question it was...It was more like a statement...A fact.
"It's not.." Faust replied quietly, as the white haired girl he'd heard about earlier took her seat. A cold, firm expression....And similar white clothes hugged a modest form. She wasn't shapely, but she had a strangely alluring air about her. However..
"Miss Konpaku, I presume?" the girl called, extending a hand. "My name is Weiss Schnee. You may know me from my family's enterprise.."
"Ah...vaguely.." The silverette replied quietly, taking the girl's hand. "Nice to meet you...Miss Schnee."
"Please...call me Weiss." the girl called, with a small smile. "Now...I have been recently notified of a certain quandary..and something regarding..business between our fathers. Would it be wrong of me to ask for you to.."
"Fathers..?" Faust stated quietly, as the girl snapped a cold glare at him.
"Silence...I am speaking with Konpaku on a very pressing matter." The girl snapped, showing that her polite tone was not for the whole table...But, reserved specifically for the girl. "Now..where was I..?"
"You were telling everyone about your 'Vast wealth and status.'" Another voice called, the pinkette that strode in stopping by the table. "Look, just because you're loaded doesn't mean that you gotta tell everyone about it every waking moment of the day, Schnee."
"Silence, Takagi." the white haired girl snapped back, glaring. "Just because I lead a regal lifestyle does not mean I feel the need to throw around my name and presence on everyone. I was simply..conversing with Konpaku here about a matter concerning our fathers.."
"Oh really.." the pinkette called, folding her arms. "Well, when your money is ALL you have, I'm sure you can see why one would presume you were talking about it. Goodness knows you weren't discussing fashion tips, or seduction methods.."
"You'll have to forgive me.." the white haired girl snapped back, leering up at the girl. "But, I have much more than 'Just money'. Just because I'm not shaped like a pin-up model for the common masses to ogle doesn't mean I lack in other departments."
"You vulgar bitch..." the other girl called, as they matched glares...The situation warranting Faust to sink into his seat out of worry.
"Um..You wanted to talk to something about my dad, Weiss?" Youmu's voice called, breaking the tension as Weiss turned.
"Oh, yes..!" she started, leaning over. "Well..I know you probably can't convince your dad to..well..do something about his job, but..My father is rather ill, and.."
"He's probably sick of dealing with such a stuck-up brat of a child." Takagi called, prompting the white haired girl to nearly snarl...Worrying Faust he would see bloody murder before either note's effects could take effect.
"And...I was just wondering if you could possibly...." the white haired girl called, looking like it was taking every ounce of her willpower to not strangle the girl there. "Maybe..ask your father if...They have any sort of business. I would be so grateful, and I could make it worth your while.."
"Umm..Well.." Youmu started, before suddenly a LOUD sound started to fill the lunchroom. A blaring siren..BZZZZZZZZT..BZZZZZZZZZZZZT..BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT...
"Ah..! Fire..!" Faust called, standing up quickly and starting to pull along the girls. "Come on..we've gotta move!"
The lunchroom Erupted in a roar of panicked screams, as everyone started to amass towards the doors...Pushing, shoving, and mashing against each other as they moved.
"Fire..!! Fire Fire!" one voice called, in a shriek as others followed it...
"We gotta get out!"
"Why are there so many people?!"
"H..Hey! Watch where you're touching..!"
The crowd was less like a mass of students, and more like a wave, crashing across the ocean. Faust struggled to keep up with Youmu and Yuno, as everyone waded through the building.....Making their way to the exit. teachers scrambled, people crashed against one another...And yet, Faust had no worried expression..No panicked sprint...
No...
'Good...It worked.' the boy thought, as they got outside, each group gathering a safe distance from the school. Faust let out a sigh of relief, as the pinkette pressed to him, quivering.
"T..That was so scary.." Yuno called, whimpering. "Yuno..Yuno thought she was going to get caught up in the fire.."
"There there, it's okay.." Faust called, patting the girl's shoulders. "It's fine...Everything'll be okay."
The boy waited outside with the two for nearly half an hour as the fire department arrived....And, after a search...exited the building with a shrug.
"There's no fire.." he called, rubbing the back of his head. "It seems someone just pulled a fire alarm."
"Hrmpth..if I find out who did so.." the stern voice of Miss Emil called, tapping at her arm. "Everyone! Get back in the school. Lunch will be extended for a few extra minutes to make up for this, but Not long."
A chorus of relieved sighs rang out, followed up by Yuno whimpering.
"Yuno..isn't sure she can hold out until then.." the girl called, prompting Faust to lean in for a whisper.
"Hold it." He called tersely, making the girl shiver again. "It's just a few extra minutes..You can manage."
"O..okay.." Yuno whimpered, hands pressing against her skirt warily...As Faust's ears suddenly perked up.
"Dammit. Who pulls a fire alarm during lunch?" an exasperated..but familiarly chipper voice cried out.
"Not like it was going to work." The same stern voice called, prompting Faust to turn a bit. Twin heads of green...One that was from his gym class...
And...
"Wynn..?" he called to himself, as they started away..Going off in a different direction.
"Well, let's just do something simpler." the lime haired girl called, tapping her foot. "Like..if you let me use it on.."
"No...After your last little 'test', I realize I can't trust you to keep it normal." Wynn's voice called, flatly.
"C'mon! It was one time, and nobody got hurt.." Ellie's voice pleaded, clasping her hands together. "I swear, next time, I'll be good!"
"..We'll see, Ellie...." The forest haired girl replied, quietly. "We'll see.."
Faust paced back to the lunchroom absentmindedly at this, a hand resting on his chin.
'It's..Wynn and Ellie?' he thought, as he narrowly avoided stepping in a large clear puddle where they had been sitting at. '...Oh..Goodness.'
Saril had warned him they would be wetting in the lunchroom either way....But, there were no telltale signs of who it was. He took a seat to try to finish the remnants of his lunch, one crisis averted...But another thought troubling his mind.
'What do I do from here?' he thought, closing his eyes. 'I had no idea there could be.....Another Note.'
[Chapter 14: Pressed for time, Part 2, End.] |
This story is a collab effort between user Pain and me. He started writing this story, but then he wanted to move onto other things so he handed me the right to finish it. I hope I've done it justice, and I hope you all enjoy it.
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The sun was beginning to set over the Land of Fire and the birds seemed to be returning to their nests.
Sakura walked ahead of the group, her legs stiffer than usual. “Hurry up you guys, will you?!” she quipped, turning around to see the other three Kunoichi readily following her path towards the Hidden Leaf.
“Will you hold on a bit? All of us are tired here!” Ino retaliated, “A little rest won’t hurt, you know?!”
“Yeah, I guess Ino is right. We must rest for a while, my legs feel like they're gonna break off,” Tenten complained, jumping into the conversation.
“No way. We're just a few hours from the village. You can rest all you want once we get there,” Sakura replied, walking straight without even turning to look at her comrades. Although Sakura didn’t let it show, the truth was that she needed to pee. It had been a long day completing a D-Rank mission in the Land of Trees and she wasn’t in a mood to delay her visit to the toilet by halting to rest.
Hinata just looked on as the other three continued to argue if they should stop or not. With a heavy bag on her back, she was wrapped up in her own need to pee. Being a rather hot day, all four Kunoichi had been drinking well to keep themselves hydrated, but they never got a chance to relieve themselves during the mission. Each one of them was feeling a need to pee now but none of them were willing to admit it. That would have been thoroughly embarrassing. With hands wrapped below her ample breasts, Hinata walked looking at the ground. Her bladder ached a bit with each step but she maintained her pace. Just a little while longer and I will get to relieve myself, she thought.
They walked, followed by their long shadows. None of them had uttered a word in a while but then suddenly, Tenten let out a moan. “Aaah!,” she gasped, holding the back of her neck before falling to the ground unconscious.
“Huh!?” Ino breathed in shock, running towards her fallen friend.
“Ino, Hinata, keep your eyes open, we've been followed!” Sakura shouted, clenching her fists towards the woods, eyeing the treeline for any sign of their enemy. Suddenly, Sakura felt a sharp stinging sensation on her bare shoulder. It was a needle that had pierced into her skin. It had been aimed from a distance. Sakura quickly began to lose her senses as well, and fell to the ground with a thud.
Before Ino and Hinata could even look at each other and understand what was happening, they were struck by similar needles behind their necks. It was a swirly black haze that had formed in front of their eyes before they too fell down, insentient.
Within a matter of seconds, it was over. They all laid there unconscious and at the mercy of their enemy.
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Sakura held her head as she tried to sit upright. It took her a while to orient herself to the poorly lit room and her friends lying close by, but her mind was soon overcome by a much more pressing need. She had to pee, bad. She stood up from the ground and walked towards the door and tried to open it, but it didn’t budge. She pressed her thighs together and looked at her friends who were still unconscious. She again tried her luck with the door but it went in vain. Soon the other three gained consciousness too and began to sit upright. “Where are we?” Tenten inquired, rubbing her eyes.
“I don’t know, but we're stuck here. The door won’t open,” Sakura replied.
“Great! I don’t know about you guys but I really need to take a leak,” Ino said, sitting on the ground with one leg stretched out and the other folded.
“Me too, I’ve been holding it all day,” Tenten said, rubbing her abdomen as she stood there.
“Looks like we’ll just have to hold it until we find a way to get out of here,” Sakura said, looking at the roof, trying to study the place they were trapped in.
“I too have to go, let us quickly get out of here,” Hinata said meekly.
“No,” Sakura stated firmly, “We can’t just hastily try to escape from here, more traps may be awaiting us. We still don’t know who our enemy is and why they have us held captive. We must wait and chalk out a plan and then when the time is right, we will make our escape.” Ino, Hinata and Tenten nodded in agreement. It was better to wait than to act hastily and invite new trouble for themselves. But each girl by now was feeling a rather uncomfortable need to urinate and they were more or less desperate to get out. Nevertheless, they patiently waited for the enemy to show his face. Ino, Hinata and Tenten sat at different spots in the room while Sakura paced up and down near the door.
After what seemed like an hour, they heard the sound of someone’s footsteps from the other side of the door. “Someone is coming!” Ino whispered.
“I know! ” Sakura hissed. All four girls took their stance near the door, ready to pounce at the enemy when he came in.
After becoming louder with each passing moment the sound of the footsteps abruptly stopped. The tray slot at the bottom of the door opened and four trays of food slid in. A bowl of ramen for each of them, as well as a bento of four takoyaki to share.
The girls were shocked and confused to see that their kidnapper was offering them a decent meal but none of them were really bothered about it, all they wanted was to just get out of there.
“Hey you! Why are you keeping us here?!” Sakura asked, bending forward a little towards the still open tray slot.
“Because I need to…” came a man’s voice, his tone as if he was happy about keeping them in there.
“Well, what do you want from us?” Ino inquired.
“Umm...nothing from you really. You are just the pawns I’m using to get what I want,” he said in a soothing yet devilish voice.
“What do you want to get, you idiot? Let us outta here or else…!” Sakura grumbled.
“Haha! There is nothing much you can do while you are trapped in there. I can monitor your every move with the cameras installed in the room,” the man said.
“You don't know who you're screwin' with!” Sakura shouted. “I'll smash your cameras with my bare hands!”
“And if you even attempt to do so, I will release a nerve gas into the room, and you'll be out cold for a few hours at least.”
Tenten’s cheeks went red on hearing this. She had been thinking of pulling down her pants to pee right on the floor if the situation got too bad, but now that plan was not even worth thinking about. She now had to think of a new way to help herself hold it if they were going to be kept here for too long.
“Well can you at least let us go to the bathroom?” Ino asked pleadingly.
“I’m afraid I can’t risk that, you have to stay in there until the time is right,” the guy said before he closed the tray slot.
“Hey wait! Don’t leave us here like this!” Tenten yelled, walking quickly towards the door. The girls heard the sound of his retreating footsteps and their hearts sank in disappointment.
“Ino, do you really need to go?” Sakura asked, trying to know if her friend was alright.
“No, it’s not that urgent but I really had a lot to drink,” Ino replied, her hands on her hips.
“Err...a-and so did I, what are we going to do?” Hinata asked in her usual soft, sweet voice.
“I guess we’ll just have to hold it until we figure out a way to escape,” Sakura said. The other three girls visibly frowned at this. Who knew how long it would take to get out of there? Although one thing was for sure, with their bladders filling up at such a steady rate, all four of them were in for a really desperate time. Tired after a long day, the girls gorged down on the food the man had brought for them. It tasted amazing, and everyone ate to the last bit. Soon after, they all sat in a circle and tried to discuss a plan about how to get out of this mess.
“I am really gonna need to use the bathroom soon, how do you think we’ll get out of here?” Tenten asked.
“I seriously don’t know,” Sakura said, looking at the floor, “I think we’ll just have to wait until someone at the village notices our absence and comes to rescue us...”
“But that could be days from now!” Ino said aloud, feeling overwhelmed.
“I know…” Sakura said.
“B-But h-how are we supposed to hold it until then?” Hinata said, seriously worried about the condition of her bladder.
“I don’t know, but we can’t give up so easily,” Sakura said, “We cannot relieve ourselves in here because of the cameras, we’ll just have to hold it until we get out of here, no matter how long it takes.”
“But that’s insane!” Tenten said, “You need a camel’s bladder to last that long!”
“I know it is going to be difficult but let’s just look at it as an opportunity to test ourselves,” Sakura said.
Although Sakura was trying her best to motivate her comrades, she herself was not sure if she would be able to hold it for very long. Her need to go had been increasing steadily all this time and she was sure the same would be happening with the rest of the girls too. Every ninja goes through the basic training on how to suppress their bodily needs to perform better during missions and also in dangerous situations where their life is under threat but here, the girls were looking at a prolonged hold that may last for days. None of them were ready for it but they had no choice.
Hinata sat with her arms around her knees, worried about her throbbing bladder. She was a very shy girl and being forced to go without the toilets for this long was truly mortifying for her. Normally she would never mention about her need to go to her team mates or her family members and on several occasions had to wait so long that she leaked in her underclothes. Tenten too had been desperate to pee many a time while on missions but every time she managed to hold it until she got to a toilet. It was only last summer that she came dangerously close to having an accident when she was on a mission with Neji and Lee. She had made a mad dash to the bathroom when they stopped at a small curry shop to have lunch. But unfortunately she couldn’t stop a big leak from escaping and it made a fairly noticeable wet spot on the crotch of her pants before she got to the toilet. Lee did question her about the wet stain on her crotch when she came back but she dismissed it, saying it was just a spill from the washbasin.
Sakura and Ino had been desperate too but never to the point of leaking. Every time, their luck would help them find privacy before the situation got out of control but this time it looked like they were in for the worst. All four girls sat quietly next to each other as the flame from the torch on the wall flickered a bit violently. The cold floor wasn’t helping in their condition and each one was beginning to fidget a little as their discomfort grew. Their bladders were really beginning to swell up with all the fluids they had been drinking throughout the day and their minds were getting more and more clouded with their need to pee.
“But who do you think is doing this?” Ino asked, breaking the span of silence.
“I don’t know, but whoever it is, he is certainly a very adept opponent. I couldn’t even sense his presence in the woods until it was too late,” Sakura said. “And the way he used those needles to put us all down so quickly tells how dangerous he can be. For one thing, the needles could have been lethally poisoned and we never would’ve woken up.”
The rest of the three girls gulped down the lumps that had formed in their throats on hearing this. They now had an idea of the enemy’s strength but were still unaware of what he wanted from them. Suddenly, Sakura gasped as she felt a strong spasm from her bladder, reminding her that it needed to be emptied. This was a rather strong jolt which made her worried. She stood up from her place and walked towards the door. “Hello! Can you hear me?” she called out to their kidnapper .
“What are you doing?” Ino asked.
“Can’t you see? I’m trying to talk to him,” Sakura said, turning to her friend and then back at the door. “Hello! Can you please let us out of here? We all really need to go to the bathroom!” she yelled. “And where are we going to sleep? The floor is so cold…”
She kept shouting but all her pleas went unheard and disappointment began to creep inside her mind.
“Let it be, Sakura, he won’t listen to us,” Tenten said as the hope within her started to die.
Sakura tried to call out to the unknown man a few more times before she eventually gave up and came back to sit in the circle. Her bladder was really beginning to ache and she was sure she was going to go crazy because of her elevating need to pee.
She would have peed hours ago if there had been no cameras in the room but unfortunately that wasn’t the case. There was no way she was going to strip her clothes to relieve herself for some creepy unknown guy to watch. All she could do was wait, wait until her bladder exploded. Or if she was lucky enough, someone would come to rescue them before that happened. As they all sat there thinking about their filling bladders, grayish clouds of smoke suddenly started to enter the room from small holes in the four corners.
“What’s that?” Ino asked, feeling alarmed on seeing the smoke rapidly fill the room.
“I don’t know!” Sakura yelled as she began to cough due to the effects to the smoke.
Hinata tried to cover her face with her hands but it couldn’t save her from inhaling the gas. She began to feel dizzy again and within a few seconds lost her consciousness and fell down to the ground.
“Hinata passed out!” Tenten yelled, before she herself started to feel the effects of the gas . Soon she fainted too and so did Ino and Sakura.
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Upon waking up, the girls found themselves in a different room. This one was smaller than the one before but was well lit and had four cozy, fluffy beds and it also had a tap for drinking water.
“How did we get here?” Tenten asked as she got up from the ground, holding her aching head.
“He must have moved us here when we passed out…” Ino guessed, trying to open the door even though she knew it was pointless.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Sakura said, looking around the room, “It's obvious that he doesn't want to hurt us. The tranquilizer darts, feeding us, giving us beds. He wants us to be comfortable. The question is, why?”
“If he wants us to be comfortable, he should just let us pee,” Tenten sighed.
“He knows that we'll attack him if the door opens,” Sakura explained. “He can only come near us if we're unconscious. Anyway, all we can do for now is try to get some sleep. We'll figure this out tomorrow.”
“How am I supposed to sleep when I have to piss this badly?” Ino moaned. “My bladder feels like a melon,” she finished, pressing lightly on her belly under her vest.
“You have to focus. We are Shinobi, this situation is nothing to us,” Sakura said bravely.
“That might be easy for you to say,” Tenten whispered. “Either way, we're stuck. We should at least rest for now.” She settled into one of the beds and leaned back, exhaling heavily and crossing her legs tightly. “If only I had my scrolls. I could summon a toilet and a Shoji screen.”
“You can do that?” Ino asked with a dry chuckle.
“Yep. It comes in handy,” Tenten said. “When she's normally grouped with two men, a girl has to be creative.”
“Can we please stop talking about this?” Hinata piped up suddenly. “I truly must use a restroom soon and this talk does not help.”
“Sorry, Hinata,” Ino said, looking down at her feet. “She's right, we'd do best to ignore our bodies as much as we can. Try to rest.” Ino took the bed next to Tenten and nuzzled her head into the soft pillow. “At least the bed is comfortable. Better than mine at home.”
Sakura and Hinata took the two beds across the small room. “It is comfortable,” Sakura said to the ceiling. She closed her eyes, and despite the pressure between her legs and her concern about their situation, she managed to find sleep quickly.
After six hours of dreamless sleep, Sakura's eyes opened, squinting into the light of the room. She immediately gasped and slammed her legs shut, an extreme wave of pressure assaulting her bladder as soon as she woke up. “Shit,” she spat, louder than she intended. She shoved her right hand against her womanhood, closing her eyes tightly and squeezing herself. She felt her bladder pulsing and throbbing, and it took all her strength to stop herself from dampening her clothes. Eventually the sudden pressure subsided to the usual dull ache, and she released her grip between her legs and leaned back. She knew that the camera was watching her, and she hoped the sheets provided enough cover where their captor wouldn't have seen her pressing into her privates. Glancing around, she noticed that four bowls of Oyakodon had been delivered to their room while she slept. One was empty.
“Sakura?” Tenten's voice spoke up. “Are you alright?”
“Mmhm, yeah. I just woke up and almost started leaking in my bed.. How are you doing?”
“Bursting,” Tenten answered. “I haven't slept for one minute. I keep moving to hold myself, but then I remember the camera...at least breakfast was good.”
“Raise your knees a bit and hold yourself under the sheets,” Sakura said. “Should be easy enough to hide.”
“Good idea...”
“Myeeeh,” a third voice whimpered. Sakura looked to her left to see Hinata shaking in her bed. Her sheets were wrapped tightly around her, and her grey eyes were opened wide. “Is something happening?” she asked softly.
“Not really,” Tenten sighed. “Are you alright, Hinata?”
“I have not ever felt like this,” Hinata whispered. “It really hurts.”
“Hinata, you should hold yourself under the blankets like we are,” Sakura told her.
“But I...”
“Nobody will see you, just pull the sheets up and do it. You'll feel better, I promise.”
Hinata was silent, but Sakura watched as she pulled the blankets up to her neck and positioned herself stiffly.
“Ino?” Sakura called. “Are you wearing your headband as a belt? I know you do that sometimes and you should take it off to remove some pressure.”
No answer.
“Ino?” Sakura looked across to Ino's bed. The girl's long blonde hair showed over the top of her blankets, but she was laying still.
“Is she still asleep?” Tenten asked.
“After all the noise we've been making?” Sakura quipped. She knew that any Ninja should be a very light sleeper. Starting to feel concern, she grasped one of her pillows and tossed it across the room, watching it strike Ino with a soft fwhump.
Ino shifted and rolled the pillow off of herself. “Leave me alone,” Ino mumbled.
“Look, Ino, I know this sucks but we have to start planning a way out of here.”
“Please just leave me alone,” Ino said again.
“Ino, what's the matter with you? Don't make me come over there and-”
“Sakura...” Hinata whispered. “I...I think she...”
“Hinata, shut up,” Ino hissed.
Sakura looked back and forth between them, her brow furrowed. It took her a few seconds, but she eventually understood. “Ino...you didn't hold it through the night, did you?”
The lump of blankets on Ino's bed began to shake, and she could be heard crying softly. “Oh, it was so horrible,” Ino sobbed. “I woke up about an hour ago and it was already coming out hard. I just couldn't stop it. I hoped it would dry before anyone else noticed but it's all still so wet...”
“Ino...” Sakura felt bad for her friend. It could have happened to any of them. It almost happened to Sakura. Still, in the deepest parts of her mind, she couldn't help but feel the slightest bit proud that she defeated her old rival in even this small way. She outlasted Ino, and that gave her the strength to stand up. She rolled off her bed and stood straight, clenching her fists – and her legs – tightly. She made her way over to the door and took two of the bowls of Oyakodon, bringing one to Hinata. She gestured towards her bedside table with her head, and Sakura placed the bowl next to her. She then did the same for Ino, finally going to take her own bowl. She angrily wolfed it down in seconds, throwing the bowl and shattering it against the thick door.
“I'm really thirsty,” Tenten sighed. “That was salty.”
Sakura glanced over at Tenten, then to the water tap that poked out of the wall nearby. “Well, we have water. But if you drink it...”
“I know,” Tenten mumbled, looking down at her feet. “Think about it though. If we dehydrate ourselves, we won't be able to fight at our full strength. Even if we can't hold it and end up...you know, that's better than having to fight while weakened.”
Sakura thought for a few seconds. Tenten is right. A Ninja is a tool, a weapon to be deployed against an enemy as needed. We are being held by an unknown hostile, there cannot be much room for modesty here. Still...if the rest of us can manage to stay dry, that would be preferable.
“Fine,” Sakura said. “We'll drink one bowl of water and hope for the best. There's nothing we can do about it.” She took Tenten's bowl, having smashed her own, and took it to the tap. She slowly turned the knob, and the water soon began to pour from the tap. Her need to pee immediately increased from the sound of the water, and she bent her right knee across her left and fell into an awkward squat. “Oh...shit,” she spat, closing her eyes tightly.
“P-please turn it off,” she heard Hinata whine from across the room.
“Yeah, yeah...” Sakura forced herself to stick the bowl under the stream, noting in mild surprise that the water was exceptionally clear and cold. Whoever is doing this seems to be very concerned with our comfort. Clean water, fantastic food... She rinsed out what remained of the Oyakodon and filled the bowl to an inch below the rim – Maybe fifteen ounces of water. She chugged the bowl on the spot and quickly refilled it, handing it to Tenten. After staring tentatively at it for a couple seconds, she did the same then handed it back to Sakura. She refilled the bowl again, and then turned off the tap.
Sakura stood straight, gasping as her bladder screamed its protest. She slowly shuffled around Tenten's bed, placing the bowl of water next to Ino's uneaten food. “Ino...you have to sit up. Eat, drink. You have to keep your strength.”
“Go away, Billboard.”
Sakura puffed up, eyes wide and arms crossed. Ino hadn't called her that for years, and despite her delicate situation, it just rubbed her the wrong way. Before she could even think to stop herself, Sakura bent down and grasped the frame of Ino's bed, then straightened up and flipped the entire construct to a shocked scream from the blonde girl. “INO, YOU ARE A NINJA. GET UP, EAT AND DRINK, AND GET READY TO FIGHT THIS BASTARD. WE'LL BE IN THE HIDDEN LEAF TONIGHT IF I HAVE TO DIG OUT OF HERE WITH MY BARE HANDS!”
The heap of sheets and mattresses shifted, and Ino Yamanaka stood up. She was looking at her feet, her arms folded in front of her. The front of her purple skirt was soaked, obviously she had shoved her hands between her legs in a final hopeless effort to stop the wetting. Ino silently turned to pick up her bowl of food, and Sakura saw that the back of the skirt was completely saturated. Sakura looked away as Ino began to slowly eat the Oyakodon. Sakura paced the room as the other girls finished their breakfasts. Hinata was the last to set down her bowl, and she was shaking from head to toe with the effort of holding her distended bladder. Tenten was sitting at the edge of her bed, staring at the wall with an unfocused gaze.
“I've had enough of this,” Sakura said suddenly. “We're getting out of here RIGHT NOW.” She stormed across the room to the thick door. “I don't give a shit how skilled our enemy is. We are four of the best Kunoichi in the Hidden Leaf, no matter who he is, we'll take him down. Now stand up, all of you! CHAAAA!”
Upon meeting Sakura's punch, despite being nearly half a foot of solid hardwood, the door shattered into splinters small enough to be considered sawdust. The moment her strike landed, the grey smoke began flowing into the room. “Everyone OUT! NOW!” Sakura shouted. Ino and Hinata stumbled through the door, but Tenten was standing next to her bed with her legs double-crossed. Sakura took a quick breath of the fresh air outside the room and held it, running in and grabbing Tenten's wrist. The girl shouted an unintelligible protest as Sakura forcefully dragged her from the room. They sprinted down their new environment; a dim stone hall with a small bulb illuminating every five meters or so.
Sakura didn't even realize that she was still dragging Tenten until she became dead weight, almost causing Sakura to trip. She released the girl's arm and turned. “I think we're clear of the gas,” she panted. Ino and Hinata were there, Ino's face blank and Hinata's held in a constant look of worry that accompanied her squirming movements. There was just no hiding it anymore – She was on the verge of wetting herself completely and she would do anything to prevent it. Tenten was standing nearly doubled over, both hands shoved against her privates and her legs twisted together over them.
“No sign of our enemy,” Sakura choked out, ignoring her companion's tormented stance. “Let's keep moving, there has to be...there...” Sakura watched as Tenten's strained face suddenly went limp, her mouth opening slightly in a soft moan. “Tenten, are you...”
Sakura heard it before she saw it. The unmistakable sound of liquid splattering on stone. Tenten let out a loud, low groan as the pee burst through her clenched hands and the wetness spread across the crotch of her maroon pants in pulsing surges timed to her heavy breaths, spraying through the fabric and snaking down her legs. She let her hands fall limp at her sides and leaned back on the wall as she finally let her bladder empty itself. Sakura turned around and twisted her legs together while Hinata just closed her eyes and looked away. Tenten's puddle spread across the hallway, and the other girls stepped around the rapidly expanding streams of liquid. “It feels so good,” Tenten breathed. “I thought I was going to pass out from the pressure...”
It was well over a minute until the urine stopped dripping from the sopping cloth of her pants and Tenten released a final sigh of relief. Sakura had her middle and ring finger pressed hard against the crotch of her shorts and Hinata was standing as stiff as a statue with her fists clenched at her sides. Ino was just standing back, her head held down. “We have to move on,” Sakura mumbled. “We still don't know where our opponent is.”
She started walking down the hall as quickly as she could manage while fighting back the waves of desperation that wracked her straining, trembling body. She was about to turn a corner when she heard Tenten whisper “Wait, please...” Sakura turned around and saw Tenten standing behind her with her legs held apart and her knees slightly bent. “I can barely walk like this, let alone run or fight. I'm mortified, but I have to take my pants off...”
Sakura watched as Tenten gripped the waistband of her pants and slid them down. She was wearing plain white underwear, the crotch of them almost completely see-through and shaded a light yellow. It took Sakura a little too long to realize that she was staring at Tenten's exposed womanhood, and she quickly turned her head away as Tenten flushed red and tried to cover herself with her hands. “People can see everything,” Tenten moaned. “I don't have anything else to-”
“Tenten,” Hinata said suddenly. The others turned to her and Tenten grinned lightly as Hinata held our her bundled jacket. “You...you can zip it around your legs and tie the arms. It's long enough to cover everything and I don't mind if you use it...” Tenten reached out and took the thick jacket, doing as Hinata said. It looked awkward, but it was functional enough.
Sakura realized that she had never once seen Hinata without her jacket on before. She looked so different, so slender in just her undershirt and the steel mesh that covered it. Her exposed arms were shivering, either from the cold or from the effort of holding her bladder. Sakura turned back towards the end of the hall and started walking without another word, all her energy focused on staying dry. As she turned the corner, she caught the quickest flash of red and white disappearing through a door on the other side of the room. “I'VE SPOTTED HIM!” Sakura yelled, startling the others.
Sakura took off into the next room, a fully-stocked kitchen, and barged through the door on the other end. Whoever she saw had vanished, nothing but another long, empty hallway spanning out ahead of them. Her surge of adrenaline fading, her hands flew between her legs as a spurt of pee burst out of her and dampened the crotch of her shorts. “Shit, oh this is it,” Sakura nearly screamed. She quickly spun her head around the room, checking the corners and the ceiling. No cameras. Another glance around and she saw the large kitchen sink dug into the stone counter top. I can't believe I'm doing this, but it's coming out no matter what...”
Without any word of warning, Sakura grabbed the sides of her skirt and shorts and nearly jumped out of them, exposing herself to the other girls. She couldn't manage to care anymore as she bolted to the sink, pee spurting out of her throbbing privates and splattering on the wooden floor. She jumped up and settled over the sink just as she burst completely, letting her legs go limp. Ino couldn't help but look for a moment, seeing Sakura's thick, powerful stream thundering against the metal. It sounded like the faucet was turned on. Another thing she noticed was that Sakura's “other” hair was as pink as the hair on her head. What the hell? Did she dye that? I already know that she's a freak of nature, but she couldn't possibly have natural pink hair?”
Ino tried to stifle herself but she failed miserably at hiding a sharp laugh behind a fake sneeze. Sakura stared sharply at Ino, her face going red. “What are you laughing at, ponytail? At least I made it to a sink.”
“It's not that,” Ino coughed. “It's just...your hair,” she wheezed, patting her own bikini area and now laughing full-force. “I can't believe it's actually pink!”
“Shut it,” Sakura shouted, going even redder. She folded her hands over her legs and leaned forwards, her pee still spraying powerfully into the sink. Then she sighed. At least Ino can still laugh after her accident. Sakura looked to the other two. Tenten was tense and looked like she was fighting back either laughter or tears, and Hinata was on the complete other side of the room, vibrating from head to toe. It struck Sakura how surprising it was that Hinata was the one to last the longest. I guess it makes sense. She's always so shy...she probably can't tell anyone when she has to go. I bet she's spent most of her time outside her own house with a full bladder. This must be much worse for her than the rest of us...
Sakura stayed silent as she continued to empty herself into the sink. Her butt was damp from the splashback against the metal sink, and when she finally finished after nearly two minutes, she slid off the sink and picked up her skirt and shorts, patting her behind with a kitchen towel that was hanging from a hook next to a few vegetable crates. Once she had her clothes back on, she turned to Hinata. “Hey, Hinata...the rest of us will stand outside this room and guard the doors. We'll even cover our ears. Please use the sink. You must be dying over there.”
Hinata spun around and shook her head so quickly that it looked like little more than a blur. “No, I'm fine, really,” she blurted out, apparently unaware how obvious it was that her legs were squeezed together tightly enough to crack a coconut and that her bladder was protruding so far through her soft shirt that it made her look slightly pregnant.
“If you say so,” Sakura sighed. “Let's just hurry.” Sakura led the way through the next hallway, turning the corner – Into another hallway. Cursing the whole way through, she led the three of them through a total of six stone halls, finally ending in a solid iron door. Now that she was relieved, Sakura could muster even more strength than before. She slammed her right fist into the door, and it creaked and bent, folding inwards and chipping the stone it was set in. Sakura's face lit up as sunlight shone through the bent edges of the door, and after one more punch, the slab of iron flew from its hinges and spiraled a few dozen meters across the dirt outside the cave's entrance.
Stepping out into the sun, Sakura squinted and took in her surroundings. They were standing on a plateau, overlooking a large forest. And there in the distance was the Village Hidden in the Leaves, the Hokage's palace towering above the surrounding houses and trees.
“We were kept so close to the village?” Ino said in an astonished tone. “What kind of nerve does this guy have? Especially for a coward who apparently took off as soon as we broke out...”
“We can't think about it now,” Sakura stated. “We have to get to the village quickly, for Hinata.”
Hinata folded her arms and bent her head down. “Don't...don't worry about me, I'm-”
“You're about to piss yourself,” Ino snapped sharply. “Why not just admit it, get your pants off, and do it right here? You're such a-”
“Can it, Ino,” Sakura yelled. “If she can keep holding it, that's up to her. If she has to go badly enough, she'll say so.” Sakura turned away from them and started walking towards the village.
Hinata followed after the other three, her hands nursing her rock-hard bladder. It sent out a pulse of incredible pressure across her whole body with every step she took. She could feel the tightness across her belly all the way down to her privates, the waistband of her black underwear digging into the great bulge. Making sure the others weren't looking, she slid her thumbs under the bands of her pants and underwear and pulled them under the bulge. Looking down, she cringed as she could see the very top of her black pubic hair poking out over her pants. She quickly pulled the pants back up, gasping quietly as the waistband settled back right on top of her bladder.
They walked on and on through the forest, the sun getting higher in the sky as time passed. Normally they would have been jumping through the trees, making it back to the village in less than an hour, but Hinata could barely move and the others were respecting her choice to hold. But how long could she wait? She already felt damp from the tiny leaks that had forced their way out of her from the pure pressure, and the feeling of wetness was making it even harder to hold. Her mind was focused entirely on her control, blindly trailing the three others using Sakura and Ino's bright hair as flags to follow. She didn't know how much time had passed, just that her whole body was nearly ready to collapse. Her breaths were shallow and her eyes were watering, and more little drops of pee were leaking out of her every few minutes. She was shaking all over, barely staying on her feet.
Her situational blindness had been more complete than she thought, because when Sakura placed her hand on Hinata's shoulder with an empathetic smile on her face, Hinata looked up to see that they were standing in the middle of the entrance courtyard of their village. “You are unbelievably strong, Hinata,” Sakura whispered. “I don't know how you held on this long, but you've almost made it now.”
Hinata looked around; Ino and Tenten had already left them. Sakura took Hinata by her shoulder and led her through the streets. Despite her humiliation, she was glad for the physical support. The little bit of weight taken off her legs made it easier to hold them together as she walked. She could feel dampness over her entire crotch now, and even a tiny bit down her thighs. She thanked the heavens that her pants were black, it would be nearly impossible to see. It was another ten minutes until they were standing outside Hinata's large home. The street was fortunately empty, everyone busy during the middle of the day. Sakura gave Hinata a light hug, making sure not to press on her midsection, and walked away back towards her own home.
Hinata couldn't believe it herself. Throughout her life, she had consistently surprised herself with her own strength, but this was on another level. She knew it was hyperbolic, but at this point she felt like she was about to die. She fell through the gate into the Hyuga complex, into the empty courtyard, and finally she was alone. Finally she had the privacy she needed. The restroom was inside the main house, across the yard. But she couldn't care anymore, nobody could see her, nobody knew what she was doing, and that was all she needed. She fell to her knees and wet herself completely. She bit down hard on her lip to stifle her moans of relief, clenching her fist as the wetness soaked through her pants and splashed into the grass, sinking into the dirt. A shiver of pleasure took over her body, and she leaned back against the door and watched her abhorrent quantity of pee splatter out from between her legs and disappear into the grass. It just went on and on, spreading around her calves and feet. She shivered again and exhaled a deep held breath and let her mind be taken by the relief. She never would have thought it was possible for a human being to be able to pee this much. Her belly was deflating before her eyes, and she pushed on it and grinned slightly as the pressure of her flow increased. For well over two minutes she emptied herself into the grass, and when it was finally over she crawled to her feet and stumbled across the courtyard to the house.
She pushed open the window to her room from the outside, climbing in and crashing onto her floor. She didn't want to risk any servants spotting her in the entrance hall. It took all her remaining strength to stand up and get her soaked clothes off, stuff them in the bottom of her closet, rinse herself off, and slip on new underwear before she collapsed onto her bed and fell asleep immediately.
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The sun was going down again, and Naruto Uzumaki was growing very impatient. Where the hell is he? I haven't been able to learn any new techniques in days.
As if this thought had summoned him, Naruto's master Jiraiya stepped through the trees with a disappointed glare on his face. “Pervy Sage, what took you so long?” Naruto yelled. “I wanna learn how to fire two Rassen-Shurikens at the same time!”
“I was busy doing research,” Jiraiya sighed. “Didn't work out too well. Anyway, it's a little too early for two Shurikens. I'm going to sleep, don't bother me until tomorrow.”
Edited January 13, 2016 by Bulge_Lover
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(Disclaimer: i would like to sincerely apologise. However, this is my 2nd attempt at writing the story and it is guaranteed to be worse than my first attempt.This is because my first attempt was going so well and i was done writing the back-story part, but then i accidentally click the "go to previous page/website "button on my PC and the moment i refreshed and came back, the entire story was gone and i mean GONE. As in no copy of it was left! I am now currently frustrated and of course this means that my story will not be as good as my original attempt and i apologise for that.
However, omorashi.org should add in a feature in the "create a topic" page that gives you a warning when you try to leave the page. I am now skipping the backs-story and heading straight to the omorashi part with a bit of info so people know what is going on.However, fans of RWBY will definitely question the story as it will have many contradictions to mechanics of RWBY.)"Wha? Where am i?"
Emerald woke up and found her hands being tied up by some strong rope which seems to originate from the roof and her feet restrained by some sort of Atlas technology. The last thing she remembered was executing a plan from her master,Cinder Falls, by gathering information about the location of the Fall Maiden. However, this did not end well and she was captured by the atlas military after a failed raid on the Atlas Intelligence HQ.
She was to be interrogated by the atlas military while beng restrained standing up,even for several hours as she refuses to give any information that would compromise her master's intention. She had just recently joined Cinder in her adventures after being picked up on the street after stealing a ring from a jewellery and she definitely wouldn't want information to spread so quickly
The main method of atlas interrogation is electrical shock . It delivers pain to the victim and does get them to talk eventually but the interrogators are trained to use it without killing nor harming the victim to the point she becomes insane. They also have to abide by the Right of Individual laws in Remnant. However, being an atlas military. They also have lots of other ways to gain information from their victims...
after their stranded techniques of electrical shock didn't work. They decided to try something different....
Emerald Sustrai has been in the interrogation room for a long time. It felt like days to her but in reality, a few hours have passed. The Atlas military gave food and water to Emerald but there is one other need that the atlas military doesn't provide...
Emerald Sustrai was constantly fidgeting, despite standing up and being restrained for several hours and not feeling tired. Emerald couldn't even use her hands to hold it. Every minute to her felt like days and the agony of it drove her to the verge of tears. In fact because of Emerald's outfit, everyone could actually see her bulging bladder.
" all right Emerald, since our usual interrogation techniques do not seem to work against someone like you. We will try something else instead. It has come to my attention that you have not used the bathroom for several hours and i can tell you are quite "desperate" from your body language" said the interrogator as he entered the room."
"um... well.. i do admit.. i gotta.. gotta pee a little" replied Emerald with a red face.
"very well then, so here is what we are going to do. We are going to video this interrogation while you stay there and answer our question. Everytime you refuse to answer, we will be disurbing.. well you know what we will be disturbing, and should you actually lose it we will be uploading this "anonymous" clip to the media for the world to see, and we will of course be putting a blame against the white fang, raising support against those terrorist scum. The other option is for you to tell us what we need to know, and we will let you use the bathroom."
"you think that making me go in my pants is going to make me tell anything, fat joke!"
" i see i have no choice then"
Emerald initially refuses to answer any questions , which would lead to the interrogator pressing a few buttons , each with different effects on Emerald. Once, an electric shock was sent directly to Emerald's bladder, and there was also another time in which mechanical arms came and tickled emerald on the armpits. The restrainers on Emerald's legs even once forcibly opened Emerald's crossed legs. All of these was recorded in video format.
However, She was still holding it somehow. The interrogator began to use more psychological techniques, by reminding her of hot water and waterfalls. Ever purposely making her step into warm water using the restrainers. Eventually, a more violent technique was need and she was punched once in the bladder.
"AHH! NO! Please stop!!!" begged Emerald as she tried her best to control her bladder.
"giving up already? Aw comon, i like to see that desperate and red face of yours"
"Please, when i was a child, i was once humiliated like this by my friends in public. Everyone laughed at me and from that day on i swore i will never wet myself again. Please.. use other interrogation techniqutes but this, i beg you. " begged Emerald again as tears started to flow out of her eyes.
"just tell me what i want to know and i will stop, i promise"
"all right all right, i will answer your questions.. please just lemme go to the bathroom after this."
Answering the questions added a few more minutes, and Emerald was really on her limit now. However, the interrogation has finally ended and she was still holding it.
"now may i use the bathroom now?"
"actually now that i think about it,i think i will just keep tickling you until you wet yourself, it is fun to see your pretty face being red"
"WHAT? You lied! Bastard! i will kill you! I swear i will.. AHH!, no.. no..." threatened emerald before she is reminded of her bladder
The tickling continued for a few more minutes. This time, Emerald began to lose it and after a few spurts a spot can be seen in her pants but she has not completely wet the floor yet..
" oh , what is that on your pants?"
"no.. not this again.. no..." weeped Emerald as she realised she was going to lose it and closed her eyes for a while.
when she opened her eyes again , she saw that the interrogator's head was gone. his body found on the floor with blood everywhere. Looking up, she saw her saviour.. her master: Cinder falls.
"Ma'am!, i am so glad to see you. OH NO! NO! NO! NO! ITS COMING OUT,! I CAN'T COLD IT ANYMORE. NO! NO! NO!"
Alas, the green haired girl has finally lost it. Urine poured from her womenhood, through her pants and onto the floor. What is worse is that the recording was not stopped, all while she was still being restrained.
"no.. i am so sorry ma'am... this is so embarassing"
"sigh, it is ok. Come, lets get the hell out of here."
"promise me you will not tell mercury about this?"
"i promise, but you must be punished for your incompetence and your failure. What is this? Oh my what a lovely video!, i think this will be kept as a reminder of your failure and i can show you this every time you screw something up"
"yea.. whatever" whispered a very exahausted emerald as she was being freed by her master while having wet pants..." |
Hello everyone! There's been a lot of fantastic fiction stories floating around recently, and I've been thinking of starting one of my own, but it's been a little under a month now and I just couldn't decide on a single thing to write. With that in mind, I've decided to take a few of the ideas and blend them together, then present it as a more interactive experience.
It's 2056, and the world is a somewhat different place than what it is today. Years of social and economic change have given rise to not only a wide, nearly global peace, but widespread change in values and morals. While some would argue that they're looser than they've ever been, it's hard to complain about life as it currently is. Just four years prior, the world's first orbiting space colony was completed, and plans to terraform nearby planets could be realized in as little as two. While life on Earth is still quite good in the wake of change, those lucky enough to live on the colony- by buying in, by lottery, or by invitation- have a true shot at paradise.
Nonetheless, the average person on the station has little to nothing to worry about- maybe aside from a boring job assignment. It may not be a true utopia, but life in space is at least enjoyable- especially with the incredible boom in the entertainment industry. Loose restrictions afford artistic ventures more room to grow and differentiate themselves, swelling to replace human labor lost by technological improvement. There's still thousands of channels to choose from- but now, no one can really say that there isn't anything good to listen to, watch, or better yet, experience.
Coming from a small broadcasting complex buried deep within the entertainment industry's core, a digital signal is sent out alongside thousands of others, making their way to any number of devices all tuning in for the show. Each viewer has likely been waiting eagerly for this event- the first of it's kind. Things like it had been broadcast before- omorashi content had a fair viewership on the Colony- but until now, it had all been pre-recorded content, often featuring only one actress, idol, or star. Today, however, something new was in the works, more than just a show- a live, interactive broadcast featuring not one, but eight popular idols in the industry. The organizers of the event were surprised to sell out the small number of studio audience chairs, let alone the steadily increasing number of viewers tuning in right before the show went live. While the last preparations happened backstage, an introduction to the show started, giving everyone a small taste of what was ahead.
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Firstly, the introduction began by showing the idols in attendance- for this year, eight, with the hopes of more next time.
The first slide featured Julianne and Faye, two idols known mostly for work outside of omorashi, although a number of videos proved that they weren't strangers to, or adverse, to desperation.
Julianne was one of the first "adult-oriented" idols in the Colony, respected for both her more adult offerings as well as her general photogenic nature and positive attitude. She's done work in just about every area imaginable, including more family-friendly work as minor roles in various shows and appearing on various talk shows for various reasons. When she isn't on a film set, she's usually very active on social media, and her blog focuses on fashion tips for all body types and styles. Many like to call her the "every-girl" of the idol world, for her friendly, supportive nature, her wide range of work, and her enduring presence.
Faye, meanwhile, had practically been born into the idol world, daughter of a wealthy channel-owner and his doting wife. Her biggest- and most outwardly obvious- draw are her breasts, and endless tabloids question their legitimacy. One needn't look much further than her mother for proof, however; everything about Faye is real, even if it is borderline fantasy. Her endlessly energetic nature and long list of content produced despite barely having two years of legality under her belt are all very real, and one could put her name next to nearly any word in the dictionary and get some search result for it. That isn't to say that her works are of low quality or that she's overdoing it; she is one of the most popular idols currently working, and shows no sign of stopping.
From widely-accessible stars to those with deeper fan connections and odd starts, the second slide brings us Vyli and Melissa. Vyli became famous overnight for streaming herself doing yoga, mostly as a sort of training video, becoming a viral sensation and eventually finding herself recruited into idoldom. While she still does the occasional exercise instructional, she's far more known for her adult works these days, as well as a few social media outlets that reveal that she's actually somewhat lazy and nerdy rather than the exercise nut people originally thought she was. In an odd twist of fate, many see her as inspiration to exercise more despite being a lot like the side she shows over blogs and similar. As far as adult content, she has a few markets she particularly enjoys catering to, and luckily, omorashi is one such market.
Melissa, meanwhile, is somewhat of a miracle case. She'd chased her dreams to be an idol for years before eventually deciding that it was a bit too late, instead taking a job for one of the entertainment juggernauts as a sort of handler. Her passion for idols- and dream of being one- made her quite good at her job up until her main client retired. Her company had a void to fill, and by luck or chance, the CEO of the company decided that Melissa might make for a good idol to replace the lost talent. Given a second shot at her dreams, she's even come to enjoy the various adult works she's been a part of- usually the sort of "office fantasy" type of film, a couple of which featured omorashi scenes.
While everyone present has been a part of at least some omorashi-centric content, only Vyli could possibly try to claim she's as popular in that specific market as Tessa and Mei.
Tessa has quite an expansive amount of omorashi content under her belt, so to speak, and it seems like her fans simply can't get tired of various alterations to a simple formula. Known most widely for her "dog-girl" theming, her videos often include things such as a master controlling when and how she can go, public urination, and slight humiliation. Outside of her videos, she's a bit of a ditz, even if she is well meaning, and her various social media posts and communications with fans is endearing at best and confusing at worst. Still, her fans are always in for a treat around her- as she's known for doing extra things outside of videos, such as documenting a hold and her growing, bulging bladder, or keeping track of her record longest holds yet.
Mei, meanwhile, has a similar method of "theming" her videos, most commonly around that of being a schoolgirl, or occasionally working a low-level job. Content varies widely, but most frequently, one can expect locked bathrooms, lengthy holds ending in accidents, and many scenarios where she can't possibly make it, but tries valiantly anyway. Outside of her videos, she's a bit shy, but still posts frequently on social media, usually about unrelated things.
The final group is best summed up as "movie stars", as they're most famous for roles in major works rather than the various media they've been involved in on the side. Both have still been featured in some omorashi content, although mostly to a limited extent.
Helena is one of the premier "tough" actresses currently working as an idol, and isn't putting on much of a show- she's actually worked security for other idols in certain situations. Almost all of her adult content is fairly dated, created when she was first starting out as an idol; it is fairly rare to see new media from her with an adult theme these days. One particular video of her- struggling to escape from bindings with an increasingly full bladder- is still rather popular to this day. She seems willing to re-enter certain sections of the adult market, for one reason or another. Be it genuine interest or just a slow season, there are few doubts that fans of her early works are overjoyed at such news.
Alyssa, meanwhile, is considered one of the most prolific stars in the industry today, having starred in so many different roles that it's hard to put any sort of short list together. She's very open on social media, especially about the movie-making process, and is known for returning to themes she likes- it just so happens that omorashi is one of those genres she "wouldn't mind doing again some time." There's no doubt that her popularity is having some positive effect on viewership, although one has to wonder how many of those fans have been waiting for this moment for months on end.
And now, to introduce one last thing- our interaction with fans! This show is being broadcast live, as well as for a lucky studio audience; luckily, all of you will have a say in how this show progresses! Each round, we'll prompt the home audience for something- to choose what our idols drink, do, or endure on-stage- all until someone just can't take it anymore! Sometimes we'll ask for multiple things, and sometimes the choices offered aren't going to be very fair at all, but it's all part of the game! What game, you ask? Why, a tournament of sorts! Whichever of our idols can stay dry the longest will earn quite the lump sum for a charity of their choice- but it won't be easy, especially not when the fans are in control!
Now that everything's been explained, let's start the first Omorashi Idol show! Viewers, in a moment, the very first prompt of the show will appear, and after a minute or so of collecting votes, we'll act on majority! Meet our first contestants, Julianne and Faye!
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The camera cuts to the stage once more, where the first two girls mentioned have taken their place on stage. As they wave to the audience, an overlay appears on the screen displaying various things about each girl.
Julianne is Empty, Confident, and Dry. She is wearing Jeans and a Belt. She has not had anything to drink yet.
Faye is Empty, Overconfident, and Dry. She is wearing an Extremely Short Skirt. She has not had anything to drink yet.
Once this display appears, another appears not long after- this one bearing a number of choices and a timer. It begins to tick down as the curtains behind them spread open, revealing a bar stocked with nearly every drink imaginable and an auto-server in the center, as well as various types of seats. For the moment, the girls stand ahead of the bar.
A number of choices have appeared.
What is our first drink?
1. Lemonade
2. Tea
3. Bottled Water
4. Energy Drink
5. Coffee
Are we fair?
1. Yes
2. No, give Julianne more
3. No, give Faye more
4. No, give Julianne a diuretic
5. No, give Faye a diuretic
6. Yes, give both girls a diuretic
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Short version: This is an interactive omorashi-based game show of sorts where viewers (you) get to control the action. I can't promise that I'll illustrate everything, and this will likely be fairly text-heavy, but I'll try to include images every now and then. Each image contains a pair that will go head-to-head in a holding contest, until there's only one girl left. It'll likely be very possible to skew each game in one girl's favor, though be aware that not every girl is exactly the same, nor will the same questions appear every time.
Also, there's a color coding that indicates each item's severity. In general, the scale goes Blue-Green-Yellow-Orange-Red-Purple, from least severe/most normal to most severe/least normal. Updates will hopefully come every day or two or whenever I get a good number of votes, though I can't promise anything just yet.
Here's hoping for a good time for everyone and a nice bit of interactive fiction.
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Edited January 14, 2016 by Tsuchigumo550
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Because there isn't a lot happening in the first post, I'll go ahead and call the vote so we can get moving. Right now the current winners are "Lemonade" and "Add a diuretic to both".
Oh dear, there's no alerts for fresh posts. Let me double check things... Okay, the majority didn't switch. From now on, I'll try to post when an update is about to go up, so people's votes don't get cut off. I'll also try to keep things moving relatively quickly as long as I have six or more votes at any one time. Also, if there's anything you'd like to see more of, or any comments, feel free to post them along with your votes. It might take a while for me to get pacing and such down to a science.
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As soon as the short timer on the questions ticked down to 0, the automated bar whirred to life, setting two fairly large mugs down before filling them with precise amounts of liquid. The machine stirred in sugar- as well as a more hidden special ingredient- as it filled each glass, stopping only once the lemonade neared the very brim of the glass. By the time the robotic serving arm placed a lemon-slice garnish on each glass, both girls had turned from the crowd to take their first round of drinks.
Faye needed no introduction, the camera having to pan quickly to get the best shot of her draining her mug of lemonade. The audience cheered as she gulped down a little under half of her glass in one go, setting it back down with a satisfied sigh and a mischievous smirk. "No point in wasting time, right, Julianne? Come on, let's see what you're made of."
Julianne seemed nervous, steadying her own glass with both hands. "Fine, but if I can drink more, you've got to completely finish yours." Even with her assertion, Julianne seemed a little shaky, and viewers at home would notice her Confident tag blinking, possibly ready to change. However, Faye hardly bothered to hesitate before answering. "All right, you're on."
Julianne took a deep breath, closing her eyes and focusing on the task at hand. Even with the buzzing crowd and Faye's teasing smirk, she remained confident, and brought the glass to her lips.
Gulp, gulp... the glass tilted back as more and more lemonade poured into Julianne's mouth, her hands keeping the glass steady as she steadily swallowed down the sour-sweet lemonade. The glass tilted slowly as the yellow liquid disappeared inside of Julianne, at such a rate that it almost seemed like a magic trick. The excited murmuring of the crowd grew in intensity the longer Julianne managed to keep it up, the glass raising higher along with the noise in the studio. Finally- after what felt like a long time for the crowd and forever for Julianne- she slowed, hesitating slightly before gulping down one last mouthful of lemonade. She set the mug down, gasping for air as the lemonade in her glass sloshed about.
Julianne was still catching her breath when the crowd erupted into cheers, prompting her to look at her glass of lemonade. Surely enough, she'd managed to suck down a little more than half of it, roughly an inch more than Faye herself had taken in. As Julianne turned to smile at the crowd, the cameras caught Faye pouting at her own glass, particularly unhappy about losing at her own bet. Nonetheless, she was true to her word, sipping at the lemonade as the crowd's cheering died down.
"I should have known not to challenge a college girl to a drinking contest..." Faye mused aloud, draining the tangy lemonade at a leisurely pace. "But even though I have to finish mine first, you still have to drink yours eventually."
This time, it was Julianne who smirked at her opponent. "Oh, I know. Maybe I'll be done by the time you're about to give up."
Faye simply pouted again, zealously finishing the rest of her lemonade glass as if to prove a point. Similar to the lemonade she'd just chugged down, the sweet idol retorted with rather sour remarks. "Yeah, done soaking those jeans, maybe."
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Thirty minutes pass, as the lemonade is given time to work through the girl's systems as they idly chat with each other and various members of the audience. Most of the questions are welcome distractions, usually about various unrelated films and future plans, but near the end, Faye is asked about an "unintended" video, one that had been debated over ever since it's release.
"Yes, for the record, I did really need to go. I had a packed schedule that day, but one of the films required another take, and the one you're talking about was right before we filmed "Tied Up and Tormented". I had drank quite a lot..." Faye hesitated, shifting her weight and trailing off, "anyway, the extra take took a lot of time to set up again. I couldn't really relieve myself, because I needed to be full for the second film, but I hadn't planned on a second take, so by the time we were ready, well... It probably would have been easier to switch gears entirely at that point, I was so full. Even though we didn't, well... I'm assuming you've all seen both of those videos. If you haven't seen "Tied Up and Tormented", I suggest finding it. It's kind of short, for obvious reasons, so it's probably very cheap, and has me in one of my most desperate states. Even though I was bursting from the very start, we got almost ten minutes of footage.
Faye shifted again, although this time it was to assume a more confident pose... probably. "Speaking of that film, we've been thinking of revisiting it. You know, do all the things we were going to do the first time around. I'm sure now that I've mentioned it, it'll probably happen, but a spike in sales won't hurt either~" Faye giggled, winking at the crowd.
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Julianne is Beginning to fill, Confident, and Dry. She is wearing Jeans and a Belt. She finished a very large diuretic lemonade 5 minutes ago.
Faye is Filling up quickly, Disadvantaged, and Dry. She is wearing an Extremely Short Skirt. She finished a very large diuretic lemonade 25 minutes ago.
At the 30 minute mark, new choices appear for the audience.
It's time for a contest! How difficult should it be?
Easy
Taxing
Difficult
The loser of the contest will have some sort of punishment applied. What kind of punishment should it be?
Moderate
Heavy
Humiliating
Extreme
Unfair
Lastly, choose a number between one and six! This will be used for certain games, and left out for others. If it's a tie, a number will be chosen at randomly from the ties.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
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Difficult, Humiliating, and 2 are the winners! In hindsight, I probably should have rolled the die, but this works fine.
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Although the vote ended not too long after Faye's shameless sales plug, the challenge itself took some time to begin. Questions were closed for the time being, however, and the crowd was obviously expecting... well, something, with quiet excitement; both girls exchanged nervous glances as they wondered what would come next.
Roughly ten minutes later, the backstage curtain slid open for various crew to wheel in props for the challenge, the largest of which was a twelve-step staircase ending in an elevated platform. It was locked in place as others brought out tables and chairs, setting them on the platform, as well as a single table at the base of the stairs. A second swarm of workers brought a huge number of tall glasses, two silver trays, and two large pitchers full of something that looked like iced tea, setting them at the lower table before filtering backstage as well. Although they were moving quite quickly, it took around five minutes to properly secure everything in it's place.
While all of the attention was elsewhere, Faye nervously fidgeted in place. It was taking a while for them to get the challenge set up, and they hadn't even announced exactly what it would be yet... For various reasons, she found herself wishing that they would hurry the process along. "Maybe it's nerves, maybe it's something else..." she thought to herself, "but I'm already filling up and the show's barely begun. I know I can hold more than she can, at least, I'm pretty sure of that, but at this rate..."
Faye was startled slightly as another introduction video began to play, this time one explaining how challenges work and what this particular one would be. She stole another glance over at Julianne to see how she was doing- and, discouragingly, the answer was "fairly well".
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"This will be the first challenge of this round, so let's explain how they work in general. Every challenge is created from a number of factors- the most important of which is difficulty. They range from Trivial to Impossible, although we won't usually let you vote on the entire spectrum, as with anything. Punishment for failing at the challenge is similarly important, however, there are lots of different factors outside of how harsh they are to consider, and usually, to vote on. Sometimes votes open up for the other considerations for each challenge as well, such as what kind of challenge it is (physical, mental, focus, that kind of thing), how balanced the competition is, or other special things that go into each challenge.
Now, to talk about the challenge at hand. You already know the winning votes, but it's time to let our contestants know what they're up against! This will be a difficult challenge, consisting of moving filled glasses from the bottom table to the top one. The glasses may only be carried on the tray, and only one hand may be used to balance the tray. Whoever can properly move all of their glasses- properly full glasses, mind- up to the top table first is the winner. If a girl loses control of her tray or spills too many drinks, she's disqualified on the spot. We'll save talking about the punishment for when it actually happens, but contestants, I wouldn't want to lose if I were you.
Contestants, please take your positions at the first table, and let the first challenge begin!
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As soon as the short video ended, the display for each girl updated right before the challenge began.
Julianne is Filling up quickly, Confident, and Dry. She is wearing Jeans and a Belt. She finished a very large diuretic lemonade 20 minutes ago.
Faye needs to pee and is filling, disadvantaged and worried, and Dry. She is wearing an Extremely Short Skirt. She finished a very large diuretic lemonade 40 minutes ago.
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Both girls took their positions as the crowd buzzed, a few cheers erupting for either girl thanks to zealous fans. Faye did her best to appear as calm as Julianne did, although she couldn't keep from bouncing her leg slightly, or swaying gently, especially whenever the cameras seemed to focus on her opponent. She had to wonder what was -in- that lemonade to make it so much harder on her just because she drank it first- probably a diuretic, but even so...
Julianne herself had worried about similar things, but seeing the once-confident Faye reduced to worried fidgeting did wonders for her own confidence. Something in the back of her mind reminded her that it wouldn't be too much longer before she shared Faye's problem, the diuretic rapidly pushing lemonade through her system and into her bladder. Luckily for her, it wasn't an issue just yet.
The challenge started with a loud buzzing sound, both girls taking their pitchers and getting to work filling up each glass. Faye poured quickly, trying to give herself little time to listen to the sound, but Julianne's slow and steady approach still found its way to her ears. There were a total of twelve glasses to move- taking too few would make it impossible to complete the challenge in any reasonable time, but taking too many would be a huge risk. Faye filled glass after glass, however; determined to make the most out of her first run and buy time that Julianne hopefully wouldn't have. A fourth glass filled as Julianne finished her second; Faye kept going as Julianne took the tray and moved up the stairs with only two glasses.
Julianne had no trouble keeping her tray balanced, moving gracefully and quickly up to the top of the stairs without spilling either glass- although she hadn't done so without some wobbling, the glasses remained full. Julianne looked down the stairs as she set her own two glasses on the table- seeing Faye balancing six full glasses on her way up. Julianne didn't have the time to watch the show, even though it was clear that Faye had overestimated herself slightly...
Faye took each step with slow, careful movements, her tray visibly wobbling with each one. She'd barely made it up onto the steps by the time Julianne passed her, leaving her to hear more glasses being filled at a slow, steady pace. Each little shake of her legs caused the glasses to shift and slide, making it harder and harder to balance the contents as tea ran down the sides of each glass. Faye stopped at the halfway point to tug at her short skirt- eliciting a number of cheers from the crowd, both for the panty flash it offered as well as the implied desperation- steeling herself and re-balancing the tray of drinks. Much more of this, and they'd spill...
Julianne, admittedly for less than altruistic reasons, had started filling a third glass. Figuring that four wouldn't be too difficult and that the sound might be enough to disqualify Faye, she continued pouring at a glacial pace.
Faye had finally managed to tune that sound out, however- mostly. She had many other problems to contend with, and luckily enough, they were distracting enough to allow her to ignore Julianne's methodical torment. Continuing was difficult, less because it was particularly hard to hold in her pee, but more because every little shiver was potentially enough to tip her tray over. In her head, she counted the steps- eight. Her tray wobbled, but she caught it without a spill. Nine. She nearly had the hang of it now, moving up without much incident. Ten. Eleven. Another wobble, but nothing she couldn't handle. Twelve...
Faye breathed a small sigh of relief, having made it all the way to the top. From here, placing the glasses was the easy part, and Julianne hadn't even finished her fourth glass yet. Unable to see behind her, Julianne was unaware that Faye had actually managed the six-glass feat until she heard the clink of her glasses being placed. Carefully filling the rest of the glass and lifting her tray, she turned to see Faye placing drink after drink, her tray in a precarious state of balance. Moving up the steps swiftly was a rash choice, and a bit of a mistake as tea splashed over the rim of her glasses, but she too managed to keep from spilling too much on the way up.
The crowd buzzed as both girls looked to be nearly even; Faye placing her last glass and heading down the steps- with more slight wobbling, this time from her hips- Julianne chasing after without much delay. Neither girl could afford anything short of six glasses on their next trip- sloshing tea being poured as rapidly as either girl dared. Even though Faye was still at a clear disadvantage, large portions of the crowd began to chant for her, especially as she started up the stairs before Julianne had poured her own last glass. She was even moving a bit quicker now, more used to balancing the tray with a single hand... however, Julianne was moving just as quickly, if not faster.
It all came down to how fast Faye was willing to move- too quickly, and she'd definitely lose control of her tray, but too slowly, and Julianne would assuredly place all of her glasses before Faye herself could even reach the top. Faye sped up- knowing that there was no way she'd be able to lose this competition and still have a chance unless the crowd suddenly decided to play very unfairly to Julianne- causing her glasses to tilt and sway. She couldn't pause to balance them, she just had to keep moving, keep Julianne's pace. It was even working, up the sixth, seventh, eighth step-
Before she could react, Faye's tray tilted too far in one direction, and having focused too much on moving quickly, she didn't have the time to save it before it toppled off of her hand and onto the ground below, splashing tea everywhere. The glasses, luckily, didn't break, as they'd been treated with a plastic coating for safety reasons. Julianne passed her, keeping enough focus to make it to the top before placing her tray down, claiming victory by default.
"And with that humiliating accident, Faye has lost control of her tray, as well as the game! While our crew cleans this up and resets the stage, let's discuss exactly what Faye is in for... Faye, unfortunately for you, the crowd wants to see you humiliated for losing that challenge! I can only imagine what's in store for you..."
Faye stood frozen, a look of worried frustration upon her face. Julianne was handling all of this so well, even though it should have been her in this state; Faye could only imagine what was coming next and shudder helplessly. It was humiliating enough to be in her current state, already needing to go after less than an hour of holding and still feeling her bladder expanding, failing to do anything against her opponent... and now, she'd face further humiliation at the hands of the crowd. Silently begging that she'd still have the advantage in capacity, she turned to the crowd as a vote appeared on their screen...
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Looks like Faye is in for a humiliating punishment! It's time to vote on how exactly she pays for all those spilled drinks.
First, the backbone of any punishment- does she drink, and how much?
None- focus entirely on the punishment itself.
A fair amount- every punishment should involve drinking, on top of whatever else it entails.
A lot- Humiliate her with volume. Make it difficult, and make it a lot. Diuretics are fair game.
Too much- make her drink a colossal amount, in an embarrassing way.
Secondly, if not through the drinking, how do we punish her?
Punish her through drinking only. It won't be as simple as just drinking it normally, though.
Remove article(s) of her clothing, such as her underwear.
Make her beg the crowd for mercy, then allow them to vote on a further drinking-based punishment.
Make her beg her opponent for mercy, and give her opponent the final decision on how to punish her.
Give her articles of clothing, such as a tight belt, or dog ears/tail.
Show a film of her in desperate need to pee.
Any two of the above.
Bonus round! For both votes, writing in a detailed answer will count for two votes. For instance:
"Give her an article of clothing" is one vote.
"Give her an article of clothing- make her wear a corset" counts as two.
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As an additional note, I probably won't do diapers unless they get an overwhelming majority. If that's what everyone wants, I'll try to write it, but no guarantees it'll be as good. Furthermore, it's totally okay to vote the same way as someone but explain it totally differently (say, everyone wants to remove her clothes, but no one agrees on what to remove), as I'll randomly pick from the ties. Lastly, "Any two of the above" must describe which two they vote for in detail, as they are essentially splitting their vote (one for one thing, another for another thing). It's possible for "Any Two" to lose and still influence the vote, in this way.
Julianne is Filling up quickly, Overconfident, and Dry. She is wearing Jeans and a Belt. She finished a very large diuretic lemonade 25 minutes ago.
Faye needs to pee and is filling, is frustrated, and Dry. She is wearing an Extremely Short Skirt and Pink Panties. She finished a very large diuretic lemonade 45 minutes ago.
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Heyyyy, what's this? A fanfic? Don't mind if I do~ Lemme know what you think. Just randomly came up with the idea and decided to go with it. First real attempt at a full fictional desperation story. ENJOY~
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Tick. Tock…
(“Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta peeeeee…”) Silver eyes lingered on the large clock across the classroom, the crimson clad scythe wielding leader of team RWBY sitting anxiously in place at her desk. The lesson was close to over, but it had felt like an absolute eternity. She was bobbing slightly, her knees unable to remain still. The female bit her lip, focusing on the papers in front of her, trying to take notes, but she found her mind drifting back to the clock and how long of this torture was left.
Earlier that very morning Ruby had ingested a lot of soda. A lot.
And all of it was coming back to haunt her. She didn’t have time to pee before the lesson began because she was surprisingly late for once, and not wanting to get any negative views from the great huntsmen in the academy for poor bladder control, she held on. It was only an hour or so, right? She could manage. Oh boy, was she regretting that decision…
Looking around the class. Okay, so, thankfully most people seemed to be too occupied with their own things. Drawing random doodles, occasional glances to the professor to try and show enthusiasm… but no eyes were lingering on her desperate shuffle. That was at least good. Blake seemed to have fallen asleep entirely – and went thankfully unnoticed, otherwise she’d have been waking with one heck of a fright. Yang seemed to be half-wittedly paying attention, and Weiss – Oh god, she was looking right at her. (“Quick Ruby, act natural!”) The girl quickly gave a nervous smile, one of the most forced ones she’d ever given in her life.
The heiress didn’t seem to be too pleased by the gesture… but nonetheless she stopped looking her way. At least that was good.
Professor Port was babbling on about some sort of legendary story where he singlehandedly took down an army of Grimm or something stupid along those lines. Ruby didn’t CARE so little in her whole life! All that mattered was running to the bathroom, pulling down her panties and sweet reli-
(“!!!”) Ruby’s eyes widened slightly as she realized she was thinking way too much about it. Her legs were clamped together as tight as she possibly could, and she was squirming in her seat a bit, grinding herself as much as possible against the seat. She swore she could feel her bladder shift in her abdomen, which was relatively swollen by then. How much did she have in her?!
(“Distractions, distractions, uh…”) Ruby closed her eyes, trying to think, sweat gently rolling down her face as she desperately tried to hold on for dear life. She was 15, not 5, but she definitely didn’t remember ever having to pee this bad in her whole life!
She remembered those times she had to rush behind the bushes, and answer the call of nature out in the great outdoors, the feeling of relief being absolutely amazing.
Oh god.
Okay, so distractions REALLY weren’t working. There was a minute until the end of the class. (“Think Ruby, think… what can I think of to distract myself…”) She couldn’t ask to be excused by Port. She’d done that way too many times in similar situations, but this was the worst. Of course it was…
Her thought was cut short, as suddenly, there was a loud slam right beside her, earning a high pitched yelp of surprise from the girl, as well as a solid spurt into her panties, dampening them, warmth spreading across her nether region immediately. Out of sheer instinct, both hands immediately jammed straight into her crotch, her fingers pressing tightly into her folds to stem the flow, her eyes wide with fear. She was NOT about to wet herself.
“Falling asleep in class is not only an insult to me and my teaching, but to yourself, Miss Belladonna.” Port said, clearly not pleased.
However most eyes at that point seemed to be on Ruby – as a result of her high pitched yelp. Okay, people probably knew. How… could she play this off? Quickly she addressed it. “Just – just stubbed my toe. Heheh…” She said, awkwardly to her teammates that were looking at her with concern.
(“I’m gonna wet myself, oh man, oh man, come on…!”) Ruby frantically thought to herself, anxiously staring at the clock.
“Oh, and with that note, it seems the class is over! Don’t forget: Never underestimate a Grimm, no matter the size. It will be your undoing! You’re dismiss-“
And just like that, the crimson clad girl was out of the room entirely, leaving a trail of rose petals.
“…My teaching wasn’t THAT boring, was it?” Port asked, chuckling.
“IIIII dunno…” Yang said, yawning, earning a nudge from Blake. “Hey, it was a joke~” She said, smiling, before noticing. “…Hey, where’d Weiss go?”
Ruby had made it halfway to the bathroom before she had to stop in place, her fingers frantically pressed into her peehole to stop her from losing the battle right there and then. She KNEW it was a bad idea to use her semblance, but she was desperate, she’d hoped she’d have gotten there a bit faster!
Her face was burning. Luckily she was alone in the corridor, but it didn’t make it any less humiliating that she was holding herself like she was 5. Staggering a bit, Ruby pressed against the wall, leaning against it sideways, holding on for dear life, crossing her legs over one another, bending her knees, but it only kept feeling worse and worse. She could practically feel the pee right at her weehole about to gush out, her panties getting a bit more wet as she lost a bit more. At that point, tears were welling in her eyes.
“Ruby?” The voice of a female behind the crimson girl suddenly spoke up.
Freezing up for a splitsecond, Ruby realized who it was. “W-Weiss?!”
“What’s the matter with you? In class you were-Oh.” Weiss felt her face change to a tone of scarlet. “Uh, well, I-I won’t stop you-“
“Weiss I’m about to wet myself!” Ruby blurted out, falling to her knees, pressing her crotch into the heel of her boot as a last resort, frantically squirming and shaking around.
Weiss gasped slightly at the outburst, furiously blushing more, but quickly looking around. “Wh-What do you want ME to do about it?!” She bit her lip. Needless to say, she felt a little bad for the girl. She knew what it was like to be in her position. …Maybe not quite as bad, but that made it easier to sympathize, funnily enough.
“G-Give me a plant po-pot, something…!”
“We’re in the MIDDLE OF THE CORRIDOR! That’s-“
“Weiss…!” Ruby pleaded.
The heiress grimaced, but obliged. Her heart was slightly racing, to say the least. This was so… wrong. She awkwardly pushed a pot over to Ruby, which had one of the plants in it. “I-I’ll make sure no-one else comes down this corridor. Just-just hurr-“
Before Weiss even had a chance to finish her sentence, in fact, before the plant pot even reached Ruby, her bladder decided to give out. She was flooding her panties, the fresh golden fluid building up at alarming speeds and spilling out of the sides, pouring down her thighs and turning the material a darker shade. The front of her skirt got a little damp too, from the way she was holding. Ruby, panicked and out of time, didn’t bother pulling her panties down fully, and instead put one boot on the rim of the plant, and quickly pulled them aside with her finger, using her other hand to hold up the front of her skirt, the gushing torrent of fluid and her girlhood immediately being freed to the much cooler air in the room, a hiss filling the air. Ruby shuddered, and moaned in relief, as her body had a small spasm, the plant pot being practically hosed down by the really strong stream, which arched almost perfectly into the soil.
Weiss could feel her head becoming light and her nose threatening to bleed, quickly looking away from the sight the moment Ruby got the idea to do what she did, but she stood her ground. She was on watch duty, after all. By some miracle no students had come down that way, and Beacon respected the privacy of the students enough to NOT have cameras everywhere, so Ruby was in the clear, it seemed.
But the girl kept going, and going, all of the soda being pushed out strongly by her bladder. Not being experienced in standing peeing on top of that, Ruby wasn’t exactly doing much good in staying dry, plenty spraying and running down her legs and onto her boots, some even pooling on the floor by her foot. But she didn’t care. Her head was tilted back and she embraced the beautiful, warm relief.
After about a solid minute extra, Ruby’s stream gently died down, the hiss becoming a lot less prominent before vanishing entirely, leaving Ruby’s peach coated in her urine. Her panties were wet, and her stockings were soaked, but it wasn’t a full on accident. At least, not in her eyes. “W-Whew… w-wow, th-thanks, Weiss, that was-that was close.”
“…..Don’t let it get so close again, you dunce.” The white haired girl simply shot back, hiding the fact that her face was pretty much a tomato at that point. “You probably… want to go clean up the little bit of mess you made.” Weiss said, not even needing to look to know that she created a mess.
“Awwh… I guess I need to practice standing up peeing.”
“…” Weiss’ nose was bleeding by that point and she couldn’t help it. “J-Just go already!”
Ruby awkwardly started to shuffle away, a bit alarmed by the sudden ‘aggression’. “Y-You won’t tell anyone, right?”
“No, I won’t. Now hurry, unless you want to be late for the next class!” Weiss snapped.
“R-Right!” And so Ruby dashed back to the dorms, getting a fresh change of clothes…
Meanwhile Weiss went into the bathroom for… a little different reason. |
(Hi all, it's been a while since I wrote for this site. But I'd like to get back into it. This was written by me, BrickTheRedInkling of Fanfiction., and proofreaded by The-Irish-Clover of deviantart.com)
Today was the hottest day of the year for the poor inhabitants of Sequin Land, which they had to just tolerate. However, unaware as most were, all of Sequin Land was in danger once more. The pirate master was threatening his return, and a curse was overtaking the land.
Coming out of the palace that was not so far away from the sunbaked Scuttle Town, was a girl with long purple hair done up into a ponytail reaching halfway down her back. She was wearing a red bedlah, her pants being long and red with black at the thighs. She also had gold cuffs on her wrists, as well as two gold earrings attached, and a tiara on her head. Shantae, the guardian genie of Scuttle Town, was only a half genie, until her nemesis had taken her magic away. Shantae did not even have the label guardian of Scuttle Town anymore since the new owner, Ammo Baron, took over, and after a scuffle, she was fired and charged with several crimes, since the Ammo Baron was the deed holder of the town from this day forward. She was going to be quite busy trying to save everyone, and stopping the pirate master took higher priority over Ammo Baron.
"Got the map. Time to take it to Risky!" Shantae smiled as she headed swiftly away from the palace, and running past the annoying elder who was desperately trying to hand out his travel brochures which she had wound up being tricked into recovering one from the sewers. She headed straight back for Scuttle Town, motivated to get the map of the Forbidden Isles to Risky immediately.
It did not take long to get back to Scuttle Town. Shantae walked past the Ammo Baron's lackeys who were working on repairing Scuttle Town into the soon to be called Ammo Town, where they were going to drastically upgrade on top of the repair. Not many were excited for the results, considering Ammo Baron destroyed a quarter of the town and damaged over half of it. His sudden change of heart was very suspicious.
"Well? What took you so long?" the purple haired girl heard, seeing her familiar nemesis, who was a little older than her, with purple skin, and a red bandanna on her head with a white stripe in it. A purple choker wrapped gently around her neck, and the rest of her outfit quite resembled a skull. Risky Boots, a pirate of the sea, had the misfortune of losing her crew thanks to the pirates curse. She had fought with Shantae in the past, but old times had to be forgotten due to the threat they were facing today.
"I found this at the library. A map of the Forbidden Isles, just like you said," Shantae stated, hoping this was worth it. She had to borrow a friend's library card to get this map, though she had completely forgotten about returning the library card to its rightful owner. Shantae did have one thought in her head, she felt weird slightly.
"Huh! I guess the little good for nothing is good for something after all," Risky Boots said with her hands on her hips, taking the forbidden map from her rival and beginning to look it over. Age had thankfully not taken its toll on the map, which was a nice change. Half of the treasure maps she had found in the last month were so torn and worn that they were almost only useful for fueling fires.
"Sooo… will you let me help?" Shantae popped the question, smiling nervously. That was the deal, after all, that if she got the map, the pirate leader would gladly allow her to accompany her on this trip to the Forbidden Isles.
"Only if you agree to do EXACTLY what I say, when I say it! And when this is over, we go our separate ways," Risky responded. This was one of the friendlier conversations the two had ever had. Awkward and unsure was a lot better than violent and loud.
"I can't believe I'm saying this… but it's a deal! Let's beat this guy together and save Sequin Land," Shantae happily agreed to the terms, but her bright mood quickly changed into a sceptical one, as Risky was appearing very happy over this.
"Mmm… hold on… how do I know you won't pull a fast one?" the purple haired girl quirked, aware that the pirate fell into most fitting descriptions, but trustworthy was not one of them.
"Would I lie to you?" Risky retorted, leaning forward with a smile and her eyebrows raised a little. The former guardian of Scuttle Town had no words to say to that, because for something that was meant to be reassuring, it was anything but that. She remained silent, letting her rival continue.
"Say hello to the Steam Powered Oceanic Tinker Tub Mark 2!" Risky exclaimed, presenting her newest ship with a lot of pride behind her voice. Her new ally tilted her head confusedly.
"Mark 2? What happened to the first one?" Shantae asked. That seemed to strike a nerve on Risky's purple head, to remember her last ship that was destroyed.
"YOU happened to it! Now get on board before I change my mind!" Risky roared with a stomp. The purple haired dancer leaped a little in fear, immediately diving on board through the porthole window. The pirate captain smiled, thinking this was going to be a great partnership. She climbed on board, before beginning to sail away from Scuttle Town, the sail being raised high with her steering the way on the ocean tide. She was following the map that led directly to the Forbidden Isles, trying to relax, while Shantae remained below deck.
The sail was going to take some time. Meanwhile, Shantae was investigating the lower part of the ship since there were no tinker bats aboard, leaving no one protecting anything here. She decided to take a look around. She even found pirate clothing that she borrowed, which consisted of a purple bandanna around her head that had a skull on the front. The worst thing that could happen was Risky catching her down here snooping around. She hated to imagine what she would have to do as punishment.
"Wow… that is a lot of treasure," Shantae claimed. All of the ships lower deck beyond a few rooms was used as storage for treasure and valuable items. It was at least a lot cooler down here. She was somewhat exhausted from the constant sunlight beating down today. It was worse than usual. Suddenly though, she felt that her bladder was slightly bothering her, but she brushed it aside. The small tingling feeling in her tummy could be ignored for later.
The long purple haired girl began rummaging through the first big box she saw, pulling out various things and tossing them aside into other treasure piles. Each one she looked at made her more confused than the last. Shantae pulled out a set of seven odd colored crystals and rested those aside. She then pulled out several golden rings, which she never imagined seeing so large. She tossed those into another pile of valuables. The next item she pulled out was a small wooden box, which she opened carefully to see three strange sun-shaped black-eyed gold objects, a label on the lid of the box reading 'Shine Sprites'.
"I'm guessing these weren't dug up either," Shantae sighed. Imagining how most of these items were obtained bugged her, but she put those thoughts to the back of her mind, setting the box aside before reaching in and pulling out children dolls that appeared to depict kids that were also squids, with tentacles for hair. Each of the dolls appeared very well stitched. She thought they were adorable. At this rate however, to her, this treasure pile was beginning to get even more ridiculous the deeper she went. However, something got her attention. She tossed the dolls aside and grabbed two odd barrel-shaped cups that were decent in size, even if they appeared to be tightly sealed to keep the contents within fresh.
"What's this…?" Shantae looked around for a label, though there was nothing on it beyond some words carved into the bottom.
"Chuckola cola…?" she murmured. She heard a sloshing come from inside the cup. Curious, she rested the first barrel mug aside, keeping the other in her hands. She pulled the front of the cup which flipped off, revealing a pinkish red liquid inside.
"Ewww…" she almost gagged, but she gave it a sniff. The drink smelt alright. Though disgusted by the looks of it, she decided to try it. She could use a drink, after all. Shantae took one sip of the cola, licking her lips and gaining a smile.
"This… is delicious!" Shantae immediately tilted the container back and began chugging the chuckola cola. The cola was surprisingly cool, at least in comparison to anything else she would probably be able to drink at the time. After a few brief moments, Shantae had drank the whole thing and let out a refreshing sigh.
"I wonder if Risky made these herself… I'd pay anything to figure out where she got them!" Shantae giggled, though if this was homemade cola, it was perhaps produced by tinker bats by force, or gotten from some far off land. The tanned girl grabbed the second container full of the chuckola cold and begun chugging it down as well.
Shantae hoped it was a mere drink. What she was not aware of though was that it was used for hangover treatments, the cola was known for hydrating people at a fast rate. She had just finished the second huge chugging of the great tasting liquid and rested the empty barrel-like mugs aside in the pile of treasure, which she now referred to as trash, because she could not see a single shiny or valuable looking thing in that pile.
"We're almost there!" Risky Boots called out from above deck. Her voice rung the same level of command toward her temporary ally as it did toward any other tinker bat. She did not know whether to consider this a good thing or not, but being the only crew member on board for now, Shantae presumed she was her first mate, which brought a small smile to her face.
"Alright, I'm coming!" Shantae yelled back, beginning to step toward the stairs back out of the lower deck area. She suddenly stopped in place, suddenly feeling a chill in her stomach that caught her by surprise. She put her hands on her smooth skinned stomach. Her bladder was starting to demand relief. All of that liquid she had put in her belly did not help anything. Shantae just stayed calm. Her need to pee was beginning to rise, but she had not seen a single bathroom on this pirate ship during her adventures, or while exploring the ship just now. She continued up above deck.
"Finally. I've been waiting…" Risky Boots stopped her speech when turned around to see her new ally approach, her feet making an audible clunk noise with each step. Her thighs were somewhat close together. Shantae did not want to make her need to pee too obvious, but the pirate girl was able to recognize it quite easily.
"Is there a problem?" Risky tapped her foot impatiently. Shantae immediately straightened up and relaxed, doing her best to play it coolly. Though her bladder protested the sudden posture change, she was beginning to feel more uncomfortable than prior.
"Um, Risky… before we go onto the island, can you tell me where the bathroom is on this ship?" she nervously requested.
"We did have one… but a week after we created the Tinker Tub Mark 2, it got broke. Just something that happens when you have such a big crew, so to save gems everyone just goes off the side of the ship," Risky Boots explained, noticing her first mate's eyes widen a little hearing that, it also gave her the feeling of dismay.
"E-ew ew ew! Even you, Risky?!" Shantae did not have much experience relieving herself anywhere outside of an actual bathroom, as in none. She did not gain much response from the pirate leader, the piercing stare giving her the answer. The two disembarked from the ship onto the dock. They had arrived to the first island, the only one on the Forbidden Isles' map. Shantae thought she was going to just have to hold her pee until she got back to Scuttle Town.
"This is it… Saliva Island. Unless we can find another map, this is the end of the line," Risky stated. They had followed as far as the Forbidden Isles' map would take them, and now they were on their own from here on without another map. The dock to Saliva Island had an odd building that only housed a flame atop it with some probably empty boxes and barrels lying in a pile. The sail to here had taken quite some time.
"I'm ready for anything!" Shantae cheered, looking ready to jump for joy. However, she could feel her bladder starting to bug her again. She then noticed an annoyed look on her frenemy's face.
"Where did you get those clothes?" Risky glared, those eyes only showing the demand for a truthful answer. Otherwise there was going to be trouble.
"Below deck! There's all kinds of fun stuff to wear," Shantae giggled. Sadly, out of everything below deck she had attempted to wear, the only thing she came out with was the headband that had a skull on it, which she had to assume they were stolen, whoever the owner was, "Most of the clothes were much too roomy, though…"
"Stay away from my personal effects!" the pirate ordered, not liking the idea of having her clothing searched through or touched by anyone but herself, and maybe a tinker bat when she was too lazy to go find them below deck.
"Gosh, I've never been so far from the mainland! It's pretty here," Shantae said in awe, almost completely disregarding the shouting. Her mind was focused on her bladder at the moment, the empty barrels looking like very tempting alternative toilets right now. However, she did not want to do such an act in front of Risky, and displaying her desperation to her would be too embarrassing, or at least more than she already had. And knowing the pirate leader, she would probably want to hear her beg to not watch, and she did not like to imagine that even one bit.
"Don't be deceived! The pirate master draws power from this place. There's a den of evil hidden somewhere on this island. You, Shantae, are going to find it!" Risky elaborated, planning on staying with the ship and making sure that it did not go anywhere.
"What about you? You're not coming?" Shantae asked, surprised, though she could not believe she wanted the pirate to tag up with her on this hunt for the den of evil.
"Nope," Risky shook her head, "Not this time."
"But I'm sure if we worked together…"
"I said no! I have my reasons!" Risky stood firm, refusing to go anywhere near away from the ship into Saliva Island. Thankfully this conversation was distracting the ex-guardian from her filling bladder.
"Oh, I see… you're scared!" Shantae laughed, making a small joke to try and break the tension between them. She instantly felt the atmosphere fly the opposite direction.
"How dare you! I will gut you like a mackerel! …and get out of that silly outfit!" Risky retorted angrily, yanking the headband right off of Shantae's head, making her frown in disappointment.
"Aww… you're no fun…" Shantae sighed, giving up. She wanted to find this den of evil and presumably destroy it so she could go back to Scuttle Town, though it was not out of fear for being outside of her home when she was supposed to be residing there until judgement could be made for her crimes. Shantae tried to get more than a few steps, when she felt something wrap around her stomach.
"Ah! Hey!" Shantae cried. Risky had snuck up on her and was squeezing her stomach, squishing her bladder causing a sudden pain. It had actually surprised her so much that she had accidentally let out a little urine into her panties, her thighs crushing together as her knees buckled inward. She quickly got out of Risky's grip with a bright blush across her face.
"You think I'm afraid? You look like you're about to wet yourself," Risky mocked, looking like she had enjoyed that a lot more than she should have.
"Sheesh! Learn to take a joke!" Shantae replied before going off to make her way into Saliva Island. Her bladder felt a lot fuller than it did before that squeeze she got. Now she had high doubts about making it back to Scuttle Town. The very moment when she got into Saliva Island, she realized that things were going to be all but simple. Already several monsters were making themselves noticed, obscuring her path.
"Alright… just… stay calm, and… fi-find a bush?" Shantae was not sure what to do. She could not pee with anything watching her, monster or animal. She took in a deep breath and tried to remain calm, doing her best to resist the urge to hold herself like a small child. Her bladder was starting to get filled up like a water tank. There was even a small bulge on her stomach. She tried ignoring it while beginning to fight her way through the monsters by whipping her hair, which stung like a sharp whip upon contact. Anywhere that was private enough for a sneaky wee was more than welcomed to her.
Shantae had made it through the first set of enemies, which weren't too bad. They were just tiny scary-faced red crabs, hopping fish that spat gross bubbles, and her favorite; tiny purple flying bats. She hated when she had to hurt them, though fighting every last monster in her way was going to be a problem, so she was planning to try and avoid fighting some more, mostly because she was already fighting a battle against her bladder, and sadly there was no real shrubbery that she could use for discretion.
Shantae had made it to the next area. She was beginning to inadvertently put a hand on her groin in an effort to relieve pressure. It helped a little but she felt embarrassed to be doing it. Warm urine was teasing her peehole for release. She closed her eyes in concentration, whimpering a little. When she opened her eyes again, she felt a little better until she looked at the dead end, which was a cliff that she had to find some way to scale before her and the tree beside her. Sadly, she was not alone. Shantae was going to have to climb up the tree, and more of those scary looking crabs stood on each branch.
"Why me…?" Shantae whined and reluctantly removed her hand from her groin, feeling her urethra burning, desperate to release her pent up pee. She jumped up, whipping the first crab off the first branch with her hair and watching it fall off. When she landed, her legs instantly had to crush back together. She felt a wave of desperation hit her, feeling like she was about to lose control soon, while more urine leaked out into her underwear. Shantae shot both hands into her groin, gripping onto herself so hard that it hurt. When the desperation passed, she lightened her grip a little, feeling embarrassed. She was thankful that the only thing around were monsters, because at least they could not talk.
"Okay just… try a different approach…" Shantae panted. She could not attack and jump at the same time without risking losing control of her pee swollen bladder. She had to focus on holding her pee in. Swinging her head around like some rabid fan at a metal concert was not going to help. She carefully took one hand away from herself and reached into her small bag on her back that she used to carry items, rummaging through it until she found what she wanted.
"Pike ball!" Shantae exclaimed, pulling out a spiky sphere. The released ball began to spin in circles around her. It was normally a weapon to just get bonus damage in when attacking something, but she just needed it to clear the way for now. With both her hands free, she resumed holding onto her womanhood, carefully jumping up to the next branch. The pike ball bashed the crab right off of it in one hit. She wished she did not have to endure this, but she hoped that there would be a private enough place up ahead, but each jump and landing felt like a shock wave of pain in her body from her bladder sloshing around.
Finally, after a few more agonizing jumps, Shantae reached the cliff top. She had a big red blush across her face. She took a quick look around, and she could see a few monsters up ahead, the pike ball running out of time and clattering onto the ground, breaking in half.
"Wh-why do monsters hav-have to be everywhere?" Shantae gritted her teeth. She decided to survey the damage slowly, moving her hands up slightly and pulling down her pants only enough for her to get a look at her underwear, which were plain red in color with a few gold spots on them. The front of her panties had a baseball-sized dark spot on it. She felt a twinge of pain from her bladder once more.
Shantae was ready to pull her panties down to relieve herself right then, until she looked back ahead to see an odd mermaid with a trident. This enemy was covering her mouth, laughing at the former guardian. Shantae yanked up her pants, embarrassed. Her desperate state was being witnessed by a monster. Rarely did monsters have an actual brain, but mermaids were rather intelligent themselves, since they lured others in with their looks, only to pilfer their items.
"Hey! Mff!" Shantae hunched over, gripping her crotch again in pain, pressing her fingers directly against her urethra. She felt more urine leaking out. The mermaid was about to attack, but then Shantae had ran right past her and several other monsters, hopping across a pit in the ground. The mermaid looked disappointed.
"No, no, no…! It's going to come out…" Shantae bit her lower lip, feeling more pee escape. Soon, no matter how hard she held herself, she was going to lose control. She groaned, with tears welling in her eyes. Her luck however appeared to be turning like a table. She had stumbled into a ruinous area, where a big stone wall stood off to the side with a star on the top of it with some indecipherable writing. In front of it was a not so deep trench, almost like it was meant to contain something. Trees surrounded the whole area, barely letting any sunlight in past their leaves. The best part for her was that there were no monsters here.
"Thank goodness! I'm at my limit!" Shantae got in front of the trench, going as quickly and as carefully as she could to pull down her pants to her ankles. Her panties had a bigger and damper place on them now. She slid the red panties down her thighs and to her feet as well, leaving herself bottomless. She squatted down, the blush on her face seeming to only get a little redder, her bladder almost quivering. She closed her eyes, trying to relax.
After a few brief moments, Shantae felt nothing coming out of her, her body aching. Not being used to peeing outdoors was making it harder to relieve her full bladder. She shook a little in agony before trying to concentrate. She let out a short jet of urine that went onto the ground. She stayed relaxed, starting to let out a small trinkle of pee. It was like torture, wishing she could release more of her bladders contents, faster. However, she heard something.
"Alright. I'll be at the swimming hole while I wait for you," a voice rung out. Shantae looked over her shoulder. She felt her heart skip a beat. There approached a red eyed girl with a blue bow in her blonde hair, wearing a pair of glasses and a white shirt top with brown pants, and carrying a backpack. She seemed surprised when she saw the former half genie urinating into the empty hole, which she thought was for swimming.
"Oh, um… I-I'm sorry," the blonde girl covered her mouth in shock. Shantae was mortified to be seen like this, quickly yanking her pants and panties back up, but she was not able to stop herself from peeing. Urine was still pouring out of her and into her panties. She grabbed herself before running past the girl back to the next area. Shantae's pants were beginning to get wet, too. Her panties began overflowing. Her hands were not stopping the pee from running down both pant legs and into her shoes. For being a small stream, it was beginning to grow each passing second. Suddenly she came across someone else.
"Whoa! Hey, girl! Watch where you're running!" a girl said. She was in a brown hat with a blue duffel bag dangling off her side while wearing an orange scarf and a white shirt. She also had blue cutoff jeans that were pulled down to her knees. That girl was squatting there, peeing onto the ground. Shantae stood there, her legs quivering to see the other girl peeing on the ground. Her body could not handle the sight of this.
"Do-don't look at me, please…" Shantae cried while her flood gates fully opened, soaking the front of her pans with a big damp spot as pee began to go around her, creating a small puddle that was rapidly growing. She slowly slid down and landed in the puddle of urine, her strong stream of pee continuing to come out with a loud hiss. She was panting, feeling great to be finally relieving her swollen bladder. There was a little steam coming from the puddle as well.
"Is everything al…right…?" the red eyed girl had come back, wanting to check up on her friend since they were supposed to be here on vacation. Her friend, who had finished peeing, pulled up her jeans. They both looked at Shantae who had her head hung down in shame as her torrent of pee began to come to an end. She was panting, her face completely red, feeling greatly refreshed after that long pee.
"I-I can't believe… I couldn't ho-hold it…" Shantae groaned, ready to break down. The two girls looked to each other. The red eyed one felt bad for interrupting her while she peed, and the blue eyed one was just completely confused.
"Here. You can have this," the first girl reached into her bag on her back and pulled out a small towel, while the other girl was helping Shantae up. She looked ashamed to be like this. The entire front and backside of her pants were soaking wet. Her shoes also had urine in them, and her pant legs were nearly completely soaked on both sides. She took the towel and wrapped it around her waist. It was only able to cover her a little bit. The towel didn't even reach halfway down her thighs.
"Thanks…" Shantae immediately left, wanting to get far away from the two witnesses. For a vacation to them, it was off to a very awkward start that would take a long time to be forgotten.
Back at the ship, Risky Boots continued to tend to the ropes to make sure they did not rip without warning. Being tied to the dock was meaningless if the ship ripped its ropes apart. She began to hear footsteps that had an odd squish to them as they hit against the wooden floor.
"Back already? did you find the den of evil…" Risky asked, but when she turned around, she did not expect to see her ally in completely pee soaked pants. That towel did not hide it too well either. Shantae looked ready to cry. She only decided to come back to request different clothes, fully presuming of how her captain would react.
"What happened?"
"I… peed myself…" Shantae set the towel off the banister of the ship. Her captain was rubbing her head, a bit astonished at this. The chuckola cola her first mate had snuck without her knowing, had certainly made its way through her system quite fast.
"This is who I teamed up with?" Risky sighed, shaking her head. It was nothing unexpected. Shantae stood there, still ashamed.
"Take off your pants," she said, practically out of nowhere.
"Wha-what?" Shantae gulped nervously. It sounded understandably weird to her.
"Just do it!" Risky ordered before heading off down the steps below deck. Shantae sighed, thinking it would be better to get out of the wet clothes anyway. She slid her pants down her legs to her feet and stepped out of her shoes and pants. She stood there in her wet panties, though she noticed that they kind of felt nice, something warm and wet rubbing against her groin was oddly exciting. She wondered if she should take them off, too. After a couple minutes, she saw Risky come back, carrying some clothing in her arms.
"What's that?" Shantae quirked, her captain handing it to her. It was a pair of light purple and slightly smaller pants, which looked to belong to Risky herself.
"I have some of my old clothes still lying around. I can't afford to have my only crew member getting sick," Risky answered. Shantae never expected to hear that. She had a bright smile, though gained a blush, realizing she did have to remove her panties. She pulled them down and carefully stepped out of them, resting them on her wet pants and shoes. Shantae covered her womanhood, trying to hide some shame right now, considering most of her dignity was gone at the moment.
"What do I do for underwear then?" she questioned, not exactly feeling comfortable at the thought of going back out into the island with nothing on underneath her pants.
"You'll live til yours dry off," Risky responded. Shantae did not argue, just stepping into the pair of purple pants and pulling them up. They actually fit pretty nicely. She was not used to going commando, but today seemed to be full of odd or new experiences for her. She would be fine without her shoes as well.
"Thank you, Risky," she thanked her captain for this, and or not being mocked over her wetting accident.
"Don't mention it, my first mate. …really, never mention it," the pirate captain requested. Shantae gained a smile. Being confirmed for first mate really did cheer her up.
"Now get out there and find the den of evil!" Risky shouted.
"Aye, captain!" Shantae nodded, chuckling. She ran off, not caring about having no shoes on. She had tolerated far worse environments barefoot before. Risky sighed, watching her run off, remembering the days where she had that kind of excitement. She picked up Shantae's wet clothing and went to hang them out so they could dry. Risky was only being kind to her, not because she was her only crew mate, but because it reminded her of a time years ago when something similar happened to her. The pirate captain felt embarrassed just to remember that incident. She was just glad Shantae was able to get past the accident relatively fast.
Now all they had to do was just find all the dens of evil and destroy them. They had a long journey ahead for them both.
(Well I hope you all enjoyed this! Let me know what you thought of it, however I have something I'd like you the readers to help with. I have no idea who to write an omorashi fic about next, you can vote for who you want written! The options to pick between, are these 3 characters. Nana the ice climber, (smash brothers setting.) Roll from megaman, or Callie from Splatoon. Leave a vote for who you want, if you want to that is. I hope you all have a good day, and take care!)
Edited January 15, 2016 by BrickInkling
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----Chapter 2: Realization and a New Friend----
It was now Thursday morning on Tatooine, and at noon D-Company would be boarding a transport to Hoth. Viviana woke up with the strangest feeling, it was cold. She was cold. How could she be cold on the furnace that is Tatooine? She had no idea, but when she got up she heard a *squish*, realized she had wet the bed. No, she'd wet her diaper in her sleep. Others in her company had the same experience. They talked about it briefly while waiting for a restroom to open.
Viviana had to pee... she was aware of this, so she made a little dance as she waited for the restroom to open. A door opened, Viviana was utterly desperate. Just before she could close the door, she lost control. She'd only been holding for about 10 minutes, and a 10 second stream of urine filled her already soaked diaper. Mortified. That's all she could say about the situation. The medic had gone over how to get changed with the company, so she was able to get out of the restroom quickly enough to spare a fellow trooper the mortification of wetting themselves.
At about 11, Viviana was eating breakfast. The transports were getting ready for their loads, and Viviana ate, talking with her comrades about the morning's disasters. Once she was finished, she was about to get her armor on when she suddenly, without warning, started wetting herself. She couldn't help but enjoy that warm feeling that washed over her. After about 30 seconds, she headed to the restroom and got changed again.
As Viviana walked out, another trooper who was heading to the restroom, quite hurriedly, bumped into her and gasped as he lost control. "Oh... Oh... What the hell am I gonna do!?" He was mortified. The poor stormtrooper had just wet himself in-front of a comrade. Viviana looked over to see the mortified trooper. "Don't panic. It'll be fine. You're not the only one..." As she said that, she blushed quite a bit, as she too, had wetting issues.
As Viviana got on the transport, her white armor shined brightly against the twin suns of Tatooine. The transport was redesigned as a transport made specifically for D-Company, with shelves and shelves of diapers for changes and a changing room, which was truly had to be one of the most embarrassing things in the world, since that would mean word spread to the higher ranking officers, maybe even to Darth Vader or the Emperor, which was absolutely mortifying.
"You think Darth Vader knows about us now?" asked a fellow stormtrooper concerned about his dignity. Only time would tell the answer to that question. "I don't think it got up that high, no worries!" Viviana had to try and keep everyone on a good note... at least "try". As they approached the vacuum of space, the transports enabled their hyperdrives. The sudden change in speed alerted Viviana to her need of a restroom. There were no restrooms in the transports. None.
Viviana had no choice but to use her diaper, almost as if it was a punishment from the higher ups for getting shot. For a moment, she enjoyed it, then a hulking, stinking mass came crashing down into her diaper. She felt like a baby. She didn't really like feeling like a baby, but at the same time she had been enjoying herself in that moment. She then grabbed a diaper from the shelf and went the the changing room. After getting changed, she went back to the main quarters, which was a big flat platform where everyone simply stood.
A few minutes later, they made landfall on the cold planet of Hoth. They were directed to their new barracks and given new uniforms to stay warm on the extremely cold planet. Viviana was learning to get accommodated to her new life with diapers on and having to use them. Some troopers were already enjoying themselves fully, while others were more on the side of panic. The idea of diapers disgusted her, but it also brought her a new light, new train of thought.
Since Viviana was in diapers now, she wouldn't have to use the restrooms, which stunk most of the time, instead she could go wherever she was at, and get changed whenever she felt like it, which was normally right after it happened. She was marvelling with the idea of avoiding the lines and lines of troopers waiting to go into one door... that'd be great. But she couldn't get over how disgusting it was to use a diaper. She slapped herself for thinking such things, she wasn't a baby.
"Sergeant, Ma'am." Viviana looked up to see a trooper, rank of Corporal, she was sitting on her bed casually. "Yes Corporal?"
"Can I.. ask you something?" As the corporal said this, she blushed quite heavily.
"What seems to be the matter Corporal?" Viviana was curious as to why the corporal was asking her a question that, right now, seemed quite personal.
"How are you so positive, with... you know, and everything that's been happening?" The Corporal, Luthia, who was quite shy to ask, blushed again, a cherry red tone growing on her face.
"I... I don't know.. I think it's just that.. well.. uhh... I know it's part of my life, and I can't go back and remove it, it's already happened, so I learn new ways to enjoy my life. The way it is." Viviana, who hadn't been ready for such a deep question, had a cherry red face, being asked a question so intense never happened in her life until now.
"Sorry Ma'am... I didn't mean... t.. to intrude on your personal space." Luthia was about to get up and walk away when she was interrupted by Viviana.
"That's fine. I'm glad you asked. We should talk more in the future some time." Viviana simply giggled and got ready for bed, since the day had been quite exhausting. She liked the new armor, with the cloth hanging down to keep the back of her legs warm. Viviana also went with enjoying she had diapers on Hoth since whenever she had an accident, she was warm for some time, since the groin area has arteries that take blood all around her body, letting warm blood fill her cold body, which was nice for a change.
The next morning, D-Company went about the normal morning changing routine, and for Viviana, she made her morning pee in her wet diaper, since she knew she wouldn't make it if she tried to hold it. After that, Viviana struck up a chat with Luthia, then went to breakfast, their cloth "skirts" fluttering in the wind.
After breakfast, Luthia approached Viviana again. "Hey, Ma'am."
Viviana looked over to Luthia. "You can call me Viviana if you like, I won't mind."
Luthia's face beamed with joy. "Really?"
"Really." Viviana put her hand out to shake Luthia's hand.
They shook hands, and Luthia asked the question: "So, Viviana, what has it been like for you so far? I promise I won't tell, just please, be honest."
Viviana's face turned pink. "Well... I guess it's nice that we don't have to use the bathrooms that stink so badly."
Luthia giggled. "Yeah, I guess it is."
Viviana giggled at the point she'd made too.
"So, I'll admit, I kinda like this treatment. It feels more like a gift than a punishment."
Viviana agreed to this, stating "Yeah. I think you're right. It's nice to stay warm while everyone else around you is cold. It may not be the cleanest way to stay warm, but it sure feels nice."
"That would.. b... be true." Luthia's face turned pink inside her helmet, since the subject was sorta touchy still.
Viviana noticed the staggering in Luthia's voice, ending the conversation with "Well, I guess I'll see you at lunch."
Luthia waved goodbye to Viviana, who waved goodbye in response. Hoth was seeming like a nice place so far. There was even a snowman outside the barrack door, which was indeed quite pleasant. The officers didn't seem to mind during inspections, so it stayed there. Patrol duties started in 2 days. And everyone just loves patrol duty...
Edited January 17, 2016 by Qrogan
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Hi everyone, I'm sorry for the massive delay. I just have been very busy and forgot my account information and never got around to continuing the story so I decided to revive it an added plenty of new material. Here are the first three chapters since most people have probably forgotten
Chapter One:
Hannah was very excited for the upcomming swim meet. The city championship was always a big race. She usually had her best times there. As the last bell of the day released her from school, she walked to her car to drive to the pool, absent-mindedly sipping on water in her one liter Camelbak that she had already downed half of during her last class.
As she started driving to the meet she began to feel a slight twinge in her bladder. She figured that it was just pre-race nerves. When she pulled into the parking lot of the indoor pool, she realized as she stood up that the pressure in her bladder had become much stronger.
"Holy Shit!" She thought, "I have to stop drinkng so much water! I gotta pee REALLY bad!"
Hannah had realized that she had been needing to pee more often than usual, which worried her slightly. As she entered the complex and headed to the ladies restroom, she noticed that he line was very long. She figured that if she waited, she might wet herself. She decided to see if one of the two stalls in the locker room were open. However, when she entered the locker room, she realized with horror that they were both taken and there were three girls waiting!
" Now what am I gonna do!" She though, " If I don't go soon I'm going to lose it!"
She decided since the locker room wasn't crowded except for the line to just wait for one of the stalls to become available. There were now only two girls waiting so she figured that she would be able to make it. Hopefully.
As she stood in the short but menacing line, Hannah was now unable to hold it in without showing any outward signs of desperation. Her jeans that once felt her so well were pressing very hard against her strained bladder. She wished that she had just stripped into her bra and panties before getting in line as it would have easily eased some of the tension in her bladder. She decided against it though because although she was by no means fat, she had gained a delete pounds and was not the very skinny girl that most of the other swimmers were. It had its perks, like making her tits much bigger, but it also made her jeans feel much tighter. A sudden spasm hit her bladder and she was forced to give her crotch a quick squeeze. It felt sooo good, but she had to stop before anyone noticed.
"Ohh I hope they finish going soon, I can't hold on much longer!"
To her joy, both stalls flushed at once and the girls in front of her went in. With both people in front of her gone, and the locker room being empty, she decided to take the opportunity to strip herself of her jeans and t shirt. It felt sooo good to give her now completely full bladder a little room to breathe. She then decided to just put on her suit, as her bulging bladder made her look bigger than she actually was, making her feel self concious. As she tried to slip into her suit without peeing all over the floor, another spasm hit her and she was forced to grab her crotch with both hands to stop herself from letting go. Once it passed, she quickly pulled her suit over her large breasts and placed a hand back into her crotch and double crossed her legs. She was on the limit and was praying that nobody would enter and see her in such an embarrassing state. She then heard a stall flush to her joy and prepared to enter by letting go of her throbbing pussy.
She thought that she had finally found sweet relief but the girl in the stall seemed to be having trouble getting the lock undone.
" I think it's jammed" she said.
" Oh no are you sure! I really have to go!" Hannah exclaimed, making no attempt so be subltle now as her hands returned to he crotch.
" Here it's fine I'll just crawl knee the girl said.
" Oh thank you soooo much!" Hannah said.
As the girl crawled under Hannah crawled under to finally release the massive flood that she was barley holding back. As she stuck one hand inside of her swimsuit to grab her crotch while she pulled the rest down with the other she heard the other toilet flush which almost caused her to lose control. But she fought it back and finally got her suit pulled down, releasing her massive flood into the toilet in the process.
" oh my god that feels SO much better" she said to herself.
As she pulled her suit over her body she walked out of the room and went with her team to prepare to warm up. Before she got in the pool however, she guzzles down a medium sized Powerade from the team's cooler to help give her energy for the race.
" At least my bladder is empty now. I shouldn't have to go until after the race!" She thought to herself as she jumped in the pool. If only she knew how wrong she was.
Chapter Two:
As Hannah jumped into the pool to warm up for the meet, she realized how lucky she was not to wet herself. The last time she had wet herself was four years ago in seventh grade and it had been a very embarrassing experience. She was on a field trip to a theme park and bought a 32 ounce coke and quickly drank it all so she got a refill. By the time she was halfway done with it, she and a couple of friends got in line for a roller coaster. She kinda had to go when they got in but she figured she could hold it. She absent mindedly sipped on the cole while she waited. That ended up being a HUGE mistake because as they were halfway through the line she REALLY had to go. She was squirming all over the place and crossing her legs. When her friends asked if she was ok she said she was fine and just a little uncomfortable from the heat and her tight short Jean skirt. By the time they had their turn to go she was absolutely bursting and was thinking she would be able to hold it in with her hands but she was very wrong. The seatbelt device and seat made that impossible because the seat deprecated her legs and the protector that went over her shoulders kept her hands restrained. When the ride began the belt pushed into her bladder and she quickly lost control. The experience had been humiliating because they had to stop the ride to clean it once she got off. Lots of people were pointing and laughing at her. Ever since that happened she vowed to never lose control again.
Unfortunately for her, as the warmup need she already had to go fairly badly. Probably a four on a scale of one to ten. She want bursting, but had she been sitting in class and needed to go this badly she would have definitely asked to use the bathroom.
" You can't be serious! How do I have to go already!" She said to herself
Although she REALLY wanted to quickly empty her bladder, she didn't have time because her two hundred freestyle relay was the first race of the meet followed by the one hundred freestyle which she was also swimming in. She knew that it would have to hold it for at least twenty five more minutes because the hundred freestyle was SO long because so many people swam in it and she was in the second to last heat.
As her team took their places to start the relay Hannah had to cross and uncross her legs to keep her bladder in check. When they were the next to swim, she felt her desperation increase from a four to a six so when she pretended to be adjusting her suit around her pussy, she really was pushing a finger up her pee-hole to ease the pressure for a quick bit.
Her team started the race. She was swimming third. She REALLY had to go now but was not showing any outward signs except crossing her legs while she stood. She really wanted to break into a pee dance because she knew that she would be able to hold it long enough if she did, but she did not want to humiliate herself.
As she stepped onto the block to dive in she winced in agony as he squished her aching bladder.
" This hurts SOOOO BAD!" She thought to herself. She tried to pee while she swam but it was impossible to start while she was moving. It was however possible for her
desperation to go from a seven to a nine while she was in the water. Partly from the cold, partly for the pressure of the water.
As she got out after her team finished, she had to dry off and quickly go into line for her next race. She had to go SOOOO badly and was now forced to grab her crotch with one hand while her legs were crossed. She didn't notice anyone looking at her, so she decided to keep it up until right before her race. There were three heats to go before hers, and she was VERY worried that she would lose control.
" This hurts sooo bad! I really can't hold it much longer!" she thought. "If this race doesn't hurry up I'm SO gonna wet myself"
As the next heat started, Hannah pushed a hand deeper into her pussy and
Just prayed that she wouldn't lose control.
Chapter three:
Hannah had never had a fully grown elephant jumping rope on her bladder after she had been holding it for two hours, but as the first of two heats before hers began to swim, she figured that she had pretty much experienced it. The last few heats were always faster than the first ones, but Hannah bladder was so swollen that she almost looked five months pregnant at this point. The only thing keeping her throbbing pussy from releasing what felt like ten gallons of fluid was the hand that she had dug in. Most people seemed to be watching the race so she didn't think that anyone was watching her, which was good because if anyone were to see her, they would know in a moment that she needed to pee REALLY REALLY bad.
There was now only one heat to go before Hanna's, and it couldn't start any sooner. She was bent over with both of her legs crossed, one hand grabbing her crotch, and the other on her ass trying to plug her pussy. Her movements made it very easy to realize that she had to pee, which did not go unnoticed by her friend from another school standing behind her who was next to race.
" Hey Hannah are you ok?" She asked
She immediately took her hands away and stood up straight and said, " Of course, why do you ask?"
"Well you are grabbing your crotch and your ass and crossing your legs. It kinda looks like you have to pee!" She said laughing.
" What! No I don't! This suit just feels really tight around my va-, well, you know where!"
" Oh ok I gotcha. I just thought that you had to go because you're always bursting to whenever we hang out haha!"
" That is SOO not true!" Hannah responded defensively, but when she did, she was saved from a very awkward conversation because it was finally her turn to swim. When she took her position on the block, bending over squeezed her bladder so much that she couldn't fully bend over. She was worried that she would shoot out a gusher on her friend while she was waiting behind her. That would be humiliating!
"Ok Hannah just swim really fast, and you can go to the bathroom when you're done! Just like two more minutes!" She thought
As she dove in and hit the water she felt a quick surge of pressure on her bladder. As she did her first flip turn she felt her bladder crush. It hurt her SOO BADLY! She did it again on the other side and it felt even worse the next time she did. When she did it the third time she truly thought that her bladder would explode inside of her. She was swimming as fast as she could so she coils just run to the bathroom and release her massive flood. She could literally feel her pussy quivering while she swam. He suit felt so tight right now that she was sure that she had a cameltoe. She didn't even care about it anymore, she just wanted to go!
When she finished her race she didn't even realize that she swam so fast that she had qualified for state! She also didn't realize that five of her friends on the team were running at her while she was running for the bathroom. They all met her and all hugged her very tightly, she squatted down a little and tried to squirm around just to hold it in. Unfortunately, her friends were not letting go.
"Hannah that was amazing! I've never seen you swim so fast!" Said one girl
" you were flying! I didn't know you were that fats!" Said another.
" Thanks guys, now can we finish this in a sec I really have to-"
She didn't have time to finish. Her friends were all hugging her tighter and chanting her name. She just couldn't hold it anymore. Two of them were pressing against her weak little bladder and her lips were twitching in desperation. She just couldn't hold it anymore. It all just shot out of her puss and all over her suit. She couldn't believe it. She hadn't done this in years! It was going to ruin such an awesome moment for her. She was ready for her friends to start teasing her. But, as they let go of her and the stream stopped, they weren't. None of them said anything. Was it possible that they hadn't noticed? Did they think it was just from the pool? That must have been that case, an she was forever grateful.
"Hannah come here!" Said Kaiti, a girl that she was swimming the 400 free relay with in about half an hour.
" What's up?" asked Hannah, trying her best to act like nothing had happened.
" Here, we're all taking these nuclear energy drinks before the race so we can swim faster. It'l give us TONS of energy. They're absolutely loaded with caffeine!"
Hannah looked at the can of the drink that was twice the size of a coke. She looked at the back and saw that it had the equivalent of three cups of coffee in caffeine. She knew that if she drank this there was NO way that she wouldn't have to pee in about fifteen minutes. Thinking that this was a recipe for disaster for her she just said,
" Oh no that's ok, I'll be fine! There is a ton of caffeine in this, that can't be good for you."
But Kaiti wouldn't let up, " It's fine! It just like having three comes or something. Worst case scenario you might have to pee a little. What's the problem?"
" Ok ok I guess you're right. It can't be that bad." Hannah said as she reluctantly drank it up. She could already feel it running through her stomach and knew that she would need to make sure that she peed before she raced, because if she didn't, she wouldn't be as lucky as earlier.
Chapter four
Hannah knew right away that drinking that energy drink was a massive mistake. How could she have been so stupid? She had already almost wet herself twice today, and now she had drank something that would not only make her need to pee for sure but would also be very hard on her kidneys. She was super paranoid about having another accident but she also knew that she had to stay hydrated with real fluids so she drank a bottle of water right away so her bladder would fill up at once and she would hopefully only have to pee once and not multiple times. She was also waiting near the locker room so that if she did suddenly need to go she could get in and out quickly. The only problem was that she still had a race to do before the 400 free relay, the 100 backstroke, her favorite event, and she knew that she would have to get in line for it soon. She also wouldn't have time to go to the bathroom in between her last two races after doing a cool down, so her bladder was really going to have to be strong. She still didn't have to go, but she knew this would be her last chance to use the bathroom before her last race, so she had to at least try. She went into the girl's locker room, entered the nearest stall, and tried so hard to pee, but she could only manage to get out a few drops.
"Well maybe I'll get lucky and not have to pee at all." Hannah said to herself, not very hopefully.
Hannah moved into li to to take her place for the hundred backstroke. This event wasn't as popular as the 100 free, but since it was her best event and she'd already made state in it, she would be in the last heat. As there were only two heats before her to go Hannah could barley focus on the race, because she shockingly still didn't fell any urge to pee. Maybe she just completely dried herself up early.
The next heat started so there was only one before Hannah. They quickly finished and the next one started, and she still didn't feel the need to pee even in the slightest. She was cautiously optimistic at this point and thought she had a chance of making it to the end of the meet without needing to go as she jumped into the pool to brace herself for swimming. However, as she crouched up, she felt a sharp pang in her midsection and realized that she indeed had to suddenly go as that all too familiar feeling of discomfort returned to her midsection. She just wanted to finish the race as quickly as possible, which she managed to do in not her best time of the year, but still a pretty good one, finishing second overall. She knew with extreme sadness that she would be unable to go to the bathroom because she had to do a quick cool down in the cool down pool and get in line for the 400 free relay. She had to go much worse now, and was walking with her legs pressed ever so tightly together as she met with her teammates Kaiti, Jane, and Maggie who she would be swimming with. Kaiti was the lead off, Jane was second, Hannah was third, and Maggie was anchor. Since the relay involved four people per school there were only three short heats but Hannah's team was in the third, which meant she would have to hold back her flood for about ten minutes. As they were waiting to go they were all very jittery from their energy drinks, Hannah more so than the rest.
"Dang these made me more hyper than I thought they would." Kaiti said to the group.
"Yeah I know." Maggie added. "All that caffeine has kinda made me have to pee. I sure hope I can make it." She said sarcastically, knowing that she probably won't have any problem making it to the toilet in time.
"Well Hannah I bet you have to go too seeing as you seem to AWLAYS have to pee the most out of all of us." Kaiti joked to the group, followed by laughs from everyone.
Hannah tried to play it off but it was hair to do as she really was at the breaking point now. Her suit was stretched to the limit, her legs were crossed as she was standing, and her hands were on her thighs trying to push everything in without making it obvious.
"Why do you always think I'm the one that has to pee all of the time?" Hannah asked Kaiti.
"Well let's look at all of the times you've almost pissed yourself: On the way to lake last summer, during the last TWO ACTs, regional meet last summer, and at the football game when there was a line for the bathroom and you had to beg me to let you go first."
"And let's not forget 7th grade." Maggie added in followed by more laughs.
"Ok guys very funny, I have to pee a lot." Hannah said.
"So you're saying you don't have to go now at all?" Jane chimed in.
"Nope, I am in complete control of my bladder." Hannah lied.
"Ok so you won't mind me talking about waterfalls pouring over a mountain, rivers gushing along, or a bottle of water spilling on the floor. And look around us, there's water everywhere." Kaiti teased.
Hannah tried so hard not to react to the awfully detailed descriptions. And reacted by saying, "No I'm sure you're very disappointed to hear that I don't have to pee. Now let's just focus on the race were about to start."
"Yeah she's right we have a race to win." Kaiti told the group.
As Kaiti began swimming Hannah was bouncing from foot to foot doing everything she could to remain subtle. Maggie leaned next to her and said, "I sure hope that bouncing is just nerves and not you having to pee."
"You're really one to talk because last time I checked you have to go now." Hannah said defensively.
"Well yeah you're right but I'm sure I'll be able to make it. But I sure hope you don't. Have you seen the line for the bathroom today. I bet it's super long. I mean I'm sure I can make it, but I doubt that you can." Maggie said.
"Ok very funny but if you'd excuse me I have some swimming to do." Hannah told her ending the conversation praying that the lien wouldn't actually be long for once.
Hannah took her place on the block feeling her lower set of lips quivering as she was holding back a flood, one again worrying about spraying Kaiti and Maggie as she crouched over to dive in. She didn't thankfully, and swam as fast as she could, feeling her bladder swelling in the process as she finished her race. She claimed out of the water and began cheering for Maggie. Now that everyone's eyes were on the pool she took the opportunity to hold herself with both hands. It felt so relieving but it was short lived as they turned around. Thankfully, nobody saw. As they all began to head back Maggie moved to the ladies room. Hannah was going to follow her but noticed a line, so she tried to try her luck with the girl's locker room again. She was really at her limit now. This was the worst she had to go. As she got in she noticed three girls waiting in line, one of them being her friend Andrea from another school who looked rather desperate as she was holding her self with one hand and bending over at her knees.
"Hey Hannah. I heard you raced really well. I would have watched but I REALLY gotta pee." She said.
"Yeah I picked up on that!" Hannah said trying to joke around.
The toilet flushed and Andrea quickly entered. Hannah knew there was no way shed be able to wait any more but suddenly cam u leith a great idea: peeing in the shower. She didn't know why she hadn't thought of that before. She quickly moved to the shower area. Grabbing her crotch with both hands and crossing her legs as she hobbled to the first shower. She didn't even bother to turn it on. She just leaned against the wall, let go of her crotch, spread her leafs and gushed a massive amount of piss for about two minutes. She felt so lucky for dodging three bullets today, and vowed to be more careful about what she consumed in the future.
his next chapter takes place two weeks after the city championship meet, and involves Hannah's desperation at the state meet.
And Hannah woke up to her alarm at eight in the morning she quickly realized that she really hand to go the bathroom very badly. She grabbed Her court has and hurried into the bathroom to release her flood that she had been containing all night. Today was the day that she headed to the state meet. The bus left at nine and she was the only person in her house and her parents were at work and he brother was at school. She was happy that she hadn't had any bathroom troubles lately except a near miss during an algebra test. That didn't matter though, she had been fine and intended to stay that way. She took her shower, grabbed her swim bad and duffel bag, and changed into her clothes for the five hour ride to the state venue. She slipped into a Nike thong, the team's yoga pants, (which she ordered a size smaller to show off her butt), a Nike sports bra and a comfortable but now slightly small t shirt. She also grabbed a blanked and pillow so she could sell on the bus. Since only 14 girls were going to state there would be plenty of room on the bus to sleep. Hannah then ate her breakfast: cereal, peanut butter toast, an apple, a glass of orange juice, and a large glass of water. Normally there would be no way she would drink this much fluid before such a log drive, but the bus had a bathroom in it, so she would be fine. She also filled up her Camelbak with a liter of water before she drove to the school's parking lot where the bus would pick them up. She said hi to her friends and headed to claim her own row in the back near the bathroom, just in case. She then realized with horror that there was a sign on the door that read "Out of Order" do not use. She was screwed. She had drank a ton of water, and they wouldn't be making a stop until about two and a half hours into the trip for lunch. There was now way she would be able to hold it. She didn't have to go yet but she knew she would soon. Those yoga pants were starting to feel a lot tighter as she felt herself feeling slightly bloated from her large amount of fluids she consumed at breakfast. She pulled them up higher, partly to add pressure to he pussy, and partly to cover her stomach that was poking out. She then laid down hoping to be able to sleep until they arrived for lunch, and being able to run quickly into the restroom once they got there. After they had been on the road for about 15 minutes, she fell asleep.
Hannah awoke as the bus hit a pothole and was at first a bit disoriented. She then remembered that the bus bathroom hadn't been working. She then also realized that she had to go to the bathroom pretty badly. Probably a six on a scale of one to ten. She then checked her phone and realized that they still had about 45 minutes before they would stop. Way more than she would be able to hold it for. She also realized that she had become quite bloated. Since she moved while she was asleep and her stomach was protruding, her pants had slid down so that much of her bladder and a good portion of her thong was visible. She didn't really care since most of the girls near her were asleep, but it was still pretty embarrassing. She was thinking about what she could do to hold it. Obviously grabbing her crotchety and crossing her legs was important, so she did that under her blanket. She knew that that wouldn't last long so she contemplated her options. Option one was trying to hold it until they got there but probably wetting herself in the process. Option two was trying to sneak into the bathroom and just go, but that could get her into trouble if she got caught. Option three was chugging her Camelbak and trying to pee in it under he blanket. Her problem with that was somebody seeing her, ruining her bottle, and having to pee later. She contemplated for a long time and decided to do her best to hold it for a while and if it got really bad she could go in the bathroom or in her bottle. So for the time being, she grabbed her crotch with both hands, leaned forward, double crossed her legs, and prayed.
To be continued |
[age play, holding, peeing, spanking, oral, anal]
I am sitting on your lap watching tv and drinking my juice box in my cute pink pajamas. I need to pee but the show is too good to miss and I don't want to leave daddy, so I hold it.
The need to pee increases and a little trickles out onto my pink frilly thong and my small pink shorts. I start to squirm, the pressure being too much for my small bladder to hold. My pussy throbs and my tummy swells.
"Baby girl, are you okay?", you ask. I say, "Yes daddy, I'm okay". I know it's bad to lie to daddy but you'd get mad if you knew I soiled your favorite pair of my panties. You always tell me not to let anyone else but you see me in these panties, that my bum and "sweet little pussy" belong to you.
Ten minutes later I'm about ready to burst. I have my hand on my pussy and I'm rocking my bum up and down on your crotch. More trickles out and a decent sized wet patch covers my pussy and bum. It feels good to relieve pressure from my aching bladder and the warmth wrapping around my privates soothes me. You like the sight of my bum jiggling on your lap. You open my legs and push me forward, arching my back so my ass is in clear view to you. You grab my ass but then notice the wet spot.
"What is this? You wet yourself? What a bad girl!" you say, face flushed with anger.
"Oh daddy, I didn't mean to.. I'm sorry. I'll go clean it up," I say, tears brimming my wide eyes.
"Oh no you don't," you say. "You deserve to be punished right here and now".
My body shakes in fear. Daddy's gonna spank me. I haven't been spanked by daddy for a long time. I was trying to keep it that way.
You tell me to get up and when I do you bend me over your knee. I know I did bad so I try my best to stay still as daddy punishes me.
You begin to slam your open palm onto my soft squishy bum. It jiggles and bounces with every slap. You begin to spank me harder and I can't take it any more. I squirm and try to move my bum away from you. "Please, no daddy! Please!", I beg.
"It's too late for that baby girl. You did bad and you deserve to be punished". You open my legs and spank my pussy hard. With my legs open I can't hold my pee and the rest of it comes flowing out onto your hand. "You're a very bad girl princess. Daddy doesn't like you misbehaving like this. You understand daddy needs to punish you for acting out, right baby girl?", you say, trying not to yell at me.
"Yes daddy, I understand", I say as I look down, ashamed of how I made daddy angry. You take off my undies and shorts and clean me up. You slip a new pair of panties on me and tell me to lay down on my tummy. You begin to spank me hard. I cry out and squirm, begging you to stop. "You've been a very bad girl, princess".
Your hand feels like fire on my bum. I can feel it redden and heat up. Tears well from my eyes as I try my best to take daddy's spanking like a good girl.
Your crotch is pressed against me and I feel it grow and start to twitch against my thigh. "Look at what you've done. Your ass got daddy hard, you'll have to fix that" you say in a much deeper, more primal voice than I've ever heard.
You tell me I'm going to have to put your dick in my mouth. I sit up and nod obediently, not quite understanding why daddy would want me to put his peepee in my mouth. Did he intend to pee in my mouth? I cringe at the idea of drinking daddy's pee. Pee is yucky.
I watch in awe as you unleash your fully erect cock. It bounces as you pull it out of your pants. "Daddy, it's so thick! How can I possibly fit it in my mouth?" I ask, scared of my mouth stretching and tearing from your thick cock. Not giving me an answer you reach down and shove my head onto your cock.
My mouth is open wider than I've ever felt it to accommodate your thickness. I begin to suck it, slowly at first. My soft lips slide up and down your cock. Then I begin to go faster. You grab the back of my hair and push yourself deep into my throat. I choke but continue to suck you off to make daddy happy. You moan and grunt with each move that I make. I've never heard daddy make noises like this before. I feel a dampness between my legs and pray that I haven't wet myself again.
You tell me you're about to cum and I slowly pull myself off of your cock, slobber dripping from my puffy lips. "What's cum?" I ask innocently. You say, "Just wait and see, you'll love it". You push my head back onto your cock. I bob my head up and down more enthusiastically than before. I'm starting to really love the feeling of daddy's cock in my mouth, prodding at my throat.
Suddenly your hand forces my head all the way down your cock. It enters my throat and a warm liquid begins hitting the back if my throat and filling my mouth. There's so much of it I choke. It keeps coming. But daddy's hand forces me to stay put. I stay there for what seems like an eternity while daddy's cock twitches and spurts his juices into me. They begin to coat my tongue and I taste it. It's salty and sweet. You finally let go of my head and I pull myself off of your cock slowly and lick my lips, "Daddy it tastes so good! Is that cum?" I ask innocently. "Yes baby girl, you made daddy cum in your cute little mouth", you say as your stroke my cheek.
You say "Princess, come lay on daddy with your ass facing me, I want to give my baby girl a treat for sucking me off so well". I climb up on you. You pull the crotch of my panties over to the side and your tongue lightly slides over my butthole. An electric tingling sensation courses from my bum to my pussy. I moan and say, "Oh daddy! That feels so good!" I back my bum up closer to your face, wanting more. I'm in absolute heaven. Daddy's eating my bum! Your free hand cups my bum and squeezes it hard.
I watch as you get horny from playing with my bum and hearing my moans. "Daddy, your peepee is hard again!" You tell me to lick it and stroke it slowly. You say, "I don't want to cum yet, I have something else I want to do with you first, baby girl".
After eating my bum you put your finger inside of it and instruct me to ride your finger. I say, "Daddy this hurts" and you tell me, "Daddy's gonna hurt your tight asshole a for a while, but after a bit it will start to feel really good, I promise, princess".
You tell me to move down and put my ass on your cock. I do so and you push your dick into my bum. I cry out and tell you that it hurts a lot. "I know princess, just ride it for a while and I promise it will feel really good".
I bounce my bum up and down on your dick for several minutes, crying the whole time. You tell me to stay still and you start pumping into me really fast from underneath. My eyes widen and I scream, "Oh daddy! It's starting to feel amazing!"
Several minutes in I feel the tingling sensation in my pussy again, stronger this time. I say, "Daddy my privates feel funny.." You tell me I'm going to have an orgasm. "What's that, daddy?" I ask. "Just wait princess, daddy will show you what an orgasm is".
You continue to slam into my bum and I gasp. "Daddy, my privates feel so tingly, it feels so good!" Suddenly I tense up and arch my back. In between heavy breaths I scream. "Daddy I've never felt this good before. Daddy's cock feels amazing!"
You continue to pump into me through my orgasm. My cum dribbles down my legs. After I finish cumming I start to squirm uncomfortably. "Daddy it feels too good now. I can't take it. Please stop daddy".
You reluctantly pull your cock out of me and tell me to get on my knees. I do so and you stand with your dick twitching in front of me. You tell me to put your dick in between my tits and move them up and down. It doesn't work because they are too dry. Saddened I tell you I can't. You grab lube and pour it over my tits, rub it in and play with my nipples a bit. I moan and squirm until you stop and instruct me to try again. I do and this time it works. My tits wrap around your cock tightly and pump it up and down. You close your eyes and moan. "Daddy, does this make you cum?" I ask. "Yes baby girl, keep jacking me off with your cute little tits".
When you are close to cumming you tell me to open my mouth. I open it slightly. You grab my face with your hand and pull my jaw open wider. "Wide!" you yell at me. I open it wide and stick my tongue out. Your cum shoots out and gets in my mouth, on my face, and on my tits. I say, "I made you cum again, daddy. I love your cum. It's so yummy!"
You clean me off and we both climb back up on the bed. "Thank you, Daddy", I say as I nuzzle into your chest and start to fall asleep. |
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Hey, Zapp again. I just had a really akward moment here. Kind of similar to the incident in the cabin but we're in a car. Fine, i'll tell you what happened.
I woke up from a long nap in the front car seat, still trying to shake myself up. I didn't really remember what happened until it flashed into my head.
(4 hours ago)
Zorua: Remind me where we're going again?
Snivy: Zapp's mom said we're heading to some other coty to get some fresh air and maybe get a gym battle. I don't really know, i'm just tired.
Zorua: well then why he's still a Pikachu?
Buizel: He says the Pokestone is recharging, but i'm pretty sure he's just too lazy to change back right now.
Quilava: Well maybe we could stop soon. Get some fresh air, stretch our legs. 'And possibly see a man about a horse'
Snivy: Zapp did say there would be a station nearby, so it shouldn't be too far.
(Present time)
That didn't really explain why we were in the middle of the plains and my mom was missing. I found a note on the driver's seat, so I picked it up and read it.
note: dear son, I went to pick up some gas. be back in a couple of hours, mom.
me: (muttering) so that explains it.
I suddenly felt a forceful bulge sending my free hand straight into my crotch.
me: ow, that really stung. how much did I drink before I fell asleep?
I looked down and saw multiple empty water bottles on the floor of the car. I must have drank 7 of them. I looked behind me and saw the others were having the same problem as me. Not so surprising after last time.
Buizel: hey Zapp, think you could change back and get the door open?
me: sure. Just take the stone, put it in here, then click.
PokeStone: ERROR: NO BATTERY LIFE!
me: oh come on! Well we're going to have to wait.
I plugged in the charger and waited.
Zorua: This won't take too long, will it?
me: well it should only take half an hour.
(3 hours later)
Well, I was wrong. 3 hours later and it barely even charged 5 percent.
Zorua: ZAPP! Is your poke... thing done charging yet!?
me: It says "3% charged, this may take a while, you may want to grab a book or something."
*Snivy's POV*
I heard what was going on and I knew we weren't going to last until the station, considering there's no gas. So I decided to take matters into my own hands.
me: Well, how about I try to open the door from the outside?
Quilava: how are you going to do that?
me: i'll just slip out this window.
I hopped up to the car window, the pressure on my bladder increasing while doing so, and slipped out with my slick body.
Zorua: Wait! TAKE ME WITH YOU!
Once I got out I immediately fell face first onto the ground, releasing a spurt of urine when I did.
me: Oww, ow, ow, that was a horrible idea.
I got up and ran behind a bush, continuously thinking 'not gonna make it, not gonna make it'. I did manage to get behind the bush and release, relieved from the intense pressure. After the two minutes I spent relaxing I went to get the door open.
Buizel: You alright little guy?
me: Yeah. My nose is crooked, but i'm alright.
I tried to get the door open, but it was locked, and I had to unlock it with some pins.
*Buizel's POV*
This was not a good time for me. The door was locked, none of us were able to reach the handle, and we all had to go. After a few moments of waiting, I could hear some hissing coming from the front of the car.
me: What the- Zapp, are you using a bottle!?
Zapp: Correction, i'm using the seventh bottle. I already used the others and this is the last one.
me: Oh my god, you can't be serious.
Zorua was not hanging on too well, which I could see from her potty dancing behind us. Snivy finally managed to unlock the door and open it, but that was a little too late for Zorua.
*Zorua's POV*
Right before Snivy could unlock the door, I completely lost it. My bladder had given up on me, and I wet myself.
me: N- no...
Urine gushed straight out of me and onto the car seat, going on for a minute and a half, leaving me sobbing there.
me: *sniffle*
Zapp: Hey, it's alright. I'll get it cleaned later. Don't feel bad.
Zapp put a towel over the seat for until it dried, and I felt a little better.
me: Thanks for being so cool about it Zapp.
*Quilava's POV*
I had no idea where Zorua was, but now was not the time for that. I ran behind a tree and released right there. I went like that for two minutes until I finished and went to the car. Buizel was moving a bit slower to his spot, most likely to prevent leakage, but he made it anyways.
After he finished we went back to the caar and shut the door.
Zapp: Well, that went well. For most of us, at least.
Zorua: Still wondering why that watch of yours took so much battery life.
Zapp: Oh wait, there's a note here.
Zapp read the note, which explained quite a lot.
Zapp: "This charger is similar to the real Pokestone charger, but may take longer to charge then the actual one, which should only take half an hour each time." Ohh...
I was not so happy to hear that. pretty peeved off even.
Zapp: Um, hehe, well at least Snivy could bail you guys out, Right?
me: don't play dumb with me. GET A REAL CHARGER!
*Buizel's POV*
Quilava jumped on Zapp and attacked him, much like Zorua did with Snivy. After that went down, we just waited for Zapp's mom to get here. For an extremely long time.
END
sorry if it was a bit short, I couldn't really think up much that I could put in here. Again idea credit goes to DerpySquid |
(This is a short story which I've written recently and shared in a few other places. I hope you enjoy it.)
Anne Glenson drained her coffee mug. It was the fourth she’d had that morning. It was Monday, officially Archie’s day off – correction their day off – as the nature of his work meant that they never had a proper weekend to themselves. Today, however, he’d had to go to a meeting which was expected to last all morning and she didn’t anticipate seeing him before lunchtime if not later.
His absence did, however, furnish her with an opportunity for a little self indulgence. For as long as she cared to remember Anne had enjoyed holding it until she was absolutely bursting and couldn’t wait any longer. Few things felt better than a long holding session culminating in the sheer joy of a delightful warm wetness as she soaked herself like the naughtiest of naughty housewives. She just loved being bursting for the loo and, even better, flooding her pants. Although it was something she’d always done, whenever she’d been able to get away with it, at 37 Anne was well old enough to know better and that fact turned her on too. Archie knew about her tendency but he didn’t approve – or at least had her believe that he didn’t approve. He was sweet, kind and tolerant but she didn’t think it was fair to rub his nose in it. Consequently opportunities to indulge herself had to be taken as and when he wasn’t about for the most part.
It was quite true that the wetting she’d had at the village fete was a genuine accident but, unfortunately, her secret was out of the bag and it didn’t sit well with some of the women in that small rural community. She’d already outraged their sense of decency by wearing not just jeans but tight jeans too – ones which showed of her legs and bottom to their shapeliest and best advantage. So far as they were concerned though, it just wasn’t done – and certainly not by the rector’s wife! Earlier that morning she’d nipped down to the village in her tight blue jeans in order to pick up some stamps and the Daily Telegraph. As she left the shop her sharp ears had picked up a whispered conversation between Major Hancock’s wife and the postmistress.
“You know she does it in her pants, don’t you? I think it’s quite disgusting.”
“Yes, so I’ve heard. Quite dreadful. Someone in her position should know better – I mean the rector’s wife of all people! If it was that slut from the Fox & Eagle I could understand…”
That had been two hours ago and, although Anne had been unable to resist crossing and uncrossing her legs for effect, she’d not been desperate then, just quite capable of peeing if she’d wanted to. Now safely back in the warmth of the rectory she’d topped up her coffee intake and completed the Telegraph crossword whilst she was about it. As she debated over whether to pour herself a glass of water or make a fifth coffee she could feel her pleasant sensation of discomfort turn to one of desperation. Her bladder was swollen but less so than it could get or she’d like. To speed things up a little she poured herself a large glass of water and drank it quickly.
Returning to her easy chair, Anne decided to make herself as comfortable as possible. She’d prepared it well using two large plastic sheets and spreading three old towels on top of them. By now she really needed to go to the loo but there was no way that she was going – oh no. Anne stroked her crotch as she felt the pressure building whilst her desperation increased. She’d been checking out some of her favourite desperation sites earlier and that had really put her in the mood.
Now she was really desperate and as the clock struck twelve she decided it was time to release all that pent up pee. Unwilling to hold it in for any longer, Anne began peeing and started to release little spurts which soon turned into a cascade. She sighed with pleasure as the warm wetness completely soaked her knickers and stonewash blue jeans. It wasn’t long before the towels beneath her were sodden too. The sheer relief and naughtiness of it just felt amazing. Eventually she stopped peeing but as she did so another urge took over and she unzipped her jeans. Sliding a hand inside her sodden knickers Anne began pleasuring herself, consumed with the enjoyment of what she was doing. In fact she was enjoying herself so much that she didn’t hear Archie’s car in the drive or his key in the door. Only when she was about to climax did she look up, just as Archie entered the room. Caught at it, she blushed but decided to act as normally as possible.
“Archie, I wasn’t expecting you back just yet.”
There was an unmistakable bulge in Archie’s pants but he had at least to pretend to disapprove.
“Clearly not by the look of it.”
Anne moved her hand from her crotch.
“How did the meeting go? Did you have a good time?”
Archie frowned.
“Clearly not as good a time as you appear to be having! I think you should have a shower and get changed. Meanwhile, I’ll see if I can find anything in the fridge for that spot of lunch I hoped you might have got ready for me. Oh, and whilst you’re showering make sure that bladder’s properly emptied.”
Anne gave her husband a guilty look.
“Archie, you’re cross, aren’t you?”
Archie reached out and took Anne in his arms. As he did so, her sodden jeans fell to the floor.
“No darling, of course I’m not cross. I’m not surprised either though. If the bookie in Stowchester had offered me decent odds on this happening I’d be a rich man now!”
The End
Edited January 20, 2016 by Adrian6970wc
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CHAPTER ONE
"Head up and look at the camera!" scolded the officer at the computer.
Hazel meekly looked up, still holding the little board they gave her with her information. She was a mess. Light bags formed under her eyes, her curly brown hair was all tangled up and frizzy, her orange uniform was soaked at the armpits and back with sweat, and her eyes were bloodshot from crying herself to sleep the last few nights. She was told to stand back to lean against the wall to get her height better. She stood just below the 5'1" mark. Because of her height, small frame and (kind of embarrassing) "underdeveloped" breasts, she would always be looked down on, so she usually kept to herself.
She would have normally rubbed her stinging eyes after any sort of camera flash, but she was both too tired and intimidated to react to the flash. When being walked around, she would get yelled at for everything; sneezing, yawning, getting too sleepy, and even making eye contact with the guards. She knew it was just some sort of psychological thing they did to humiliate and put detainees into a state of obeidence, but it still shaking her more than what it probably should.
The officer took the board from Hazel and then put her hands behind her to handcuff her again, and lead her off to another waiting area. It was another area where she didn't know what was going to happen. She knew that today was the day they were going to transfer her to another place, but she had been in so many waiting rooms, she just wanted to get it over with and leave the place. She had spent the weekend contemplating the events of Friday.
She tearfully begged for her innocence in court. Hazel had just graduated, and was applying to a few universities. She needed some money to help save up for getting her own place and car, and unfortunately fell into the wrong crowd out of desperation. Hazel really didn't hang out with them, she only really served as an intermediate for their drug dealing. She didn't mind, since she knew she couldn't control others lifestyles, even if they were bad. She thought of herself as responsible anyways, never taking the drugs she sold, always studied, turned down offers of alcohol to opt out until she was 21, graduated with honors, etc. It was then when Hazel was caught in a sting operation, that she realized why they needed her as an intermediate; so that any legal issues would fall on whoever they were using.
The problem was that she made herself seem innocent but not innocent enough for the judge to believe she was part of a bigger drug ring. To the court, she ran her own drug deals by herself to make money. They didn't even question where she got her supplies from. The trial was unfair, but she couldn't do much but tearfully accept defeat when she was found guilty and sentenced to a "light" term of three years. Since she had turned 18 about 4 months ago, she was considered an adult, so she was going to have to serve her term in a women's correctional facility instead of juvenile hall. She had disappointed herself, and now this would always haunt her formerly perfect background. She preferred not to think about it much.
Without warning, an officer came to take her away, into a garage.
"Since you are one of our only two transfers today, you'll both go in a regular police car" the officer explained.
Hazel was walked to a police cruiser, where another girl was sitting. She looked about Hazel's age, maybe a year older. She was in the same ugly orange uniform that Hazel was in, had her reddish-orange hair tied in a ponytail, and even though she was hanging her head down, Hazel managed to see her green eyes and a few freckles across her face. Hazel was helped into the car, and pushed in so that she was awkwardly close to the other girl, who didn't seem to respond to Hazel's presence. The officer shut the door, and went somewhere, leaving the two girls in an awkward silence. Hazel noticed that the other girl kept moving around a lot, breaking the silence of the car.
The officer came back, and started up the radio. He was talking into the radio using weird terms, but Hazel understood that they were being transported, and they were going to be there in about 45 minutes. The girl also seemed to notice the time of travel too, since she looked up suddenly.
"Excuse me?" she softly spoke.
The officer ignored her and started up the car.
"Excuse me?" she said slightly louder, "Is it going to take 45 minutes?"
Again, she was ignored.
"Can I please use the bathroom before?" she asked with a decreasing volume
Third time, and no response.
"I wasn't allowed to go, I really need to..." she said in an almost inaudible tone
The officer finally "responded" by beginning to drive. Without a word, he denied her request.
Hazel understood why she was so fidgety, and felt sorry for her as she quietly whimpered and shifted in her seat. Hazel couldn't do anything but sit back and close her eyes, since they were heavy with fatigue. Her mind was totally blank, so there was no point in staying awake anyways. At least here, she (hoped that she) wouldn't be yelled at for falling asleep. The officer didn't seem to care about them anyways. Leaving the redhead next to her to her own predicament, Hazel quickly faded out, not caring about anything in the world other than sleep
Edited January 21, 2016 by heyitsshelley
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Since there is so much female content, here's something for the ladies to enjoy.
I'm at the mall and really have to pee. I mean seriously, desperately, grabbing my crotch have to pee. I race from store to store frantically searching for a bathroom but can't find one. My situation is getting more and more critical with each passing moment. I can't understand why there isn't a bathroom to be found here. Finally, I'm reaching my limit and not sure how much longer I can hold it in and... I wake up.
Wait! What's happening? Where am I? I was just at the mall searching for a bathroom. Now I'm in a very dimly lit room. It takes a moment for me to process the situation. In short order, I become aware of several things. I'm in bed. My wife is not. And I actually do really, really need to pee just like in my dream. Oh right, we're on vacation and we're in our hotel room. We had quite a bit to drink last night which probably explains the state of my bladder. At the same moment all of this dawns on me, I hear my wife start to pee a loud forceful stream in the bathroom. I realize that her getting up is probably what woke me (along with my urgent need to pee). Hearing her emptying her pent up pee immediately makes my bladder want to do the same. I have to tense my muscles and squeeze myself to fight off a strong urge. I'm very warm and cozy in bed but as much as I'd like to stay under the covers, I know I'm going to have to get up and take care of this little problem (well maybe not so little - I'm quite full).My wife climbs back into bed and I blow her a kiss to let her know I'm awake. Just as I start to get up for a much-needed pee, I hear her say, "Come on over". Shit. I've seriously got to pee, like really bad, but I've also been super horny because we haven't been able to have sex recently. We've been looking forward to this trip to fix that. I decide to risk it and slide back under the covers and cuddle up to her. I'm hoping that she doesn't just want to go back to sleep because there's no way I'll be able to just lie still. I have to pee much too badly for that. Fortunately, as soon as I come over, she starts kissing me and rubbing my crotch. I'm always super sensitive when I'm desperate and I can't help but squirm at her touch which just encourages her to rub harder. Damn I have to pee but that feels so good. I'm grinding against her, totally turned on due to my aching bladder and knowing that we're finally going to have some long overdue sex. I'm not usually one to rush these things but I can't help thinking I hope it doesn't take long so that I can empty my bursting bladder as soon as possible. The question is do I let my wife know about my desperation.Not to spoil the mood or anything, but I realize that we don't have a box of tissues on the bedside table like we do at home and we're going to need them in a few minutes.
Me: We don't have any tissues.Her: Should I go get them?Me: Or... I could get them... and pee while I'm up.Her: Oh?Me: Well you got to get up and pee but I haven't yet.Her: You don't really want to get up, do you (as she continues to rub and squeeze me through my underwear)?Me: Um, well, uh, that feels really good but I do really have to pee (I say that as I shift around in bed, unable to stay still).Her: That can wait. Isn't this better than going into the cold bathroom? Stay here where it's warm and comfortable. You are comfortable, aren't you?Me: Um, not exactly. Comfortable isn't the word I'd use right now.Her: No? Why not? Something wrong?Me: Uh, n-no, n-nothing's wrong (I lie, and she knows it, as I continue squirming and tensing my muscles down there to keep over 9 hours of pee inside).Her: That's good, because I want you here right now.
She leans over and opens the drawer and pulls out a little pack of tissues.
Her: Here, we have tissues after all. Now there's no reason for you to get up since that's all you needed (conveniently ignoring my other more pressing need). Well no chance of me peeing now, at least not until we're done in bed. I've been on my side but I roll onto my back and she turns to face me, continuing with her hand on my cock and now rubbing my belly with her other hand putting more pressure on my bladder. I can't stay still at all and she's loving every second of it. Then she pushes up and straddles me, slowly rubbing her crotch back and forth against my rock hard erection. Every time she moves forward, her weight shifts onto my bladder which makes it extra hard to hold it in. Oh my god! I have got to pee so, so bad!After a few more minutes of her torturing my bursting bladder like that, I need to finish this soon or else things are going to get wet and messy. I'm ready to burst in more ways than one if you know what I mean. I roll her off of me onto her back, sucking on her breast the whole time, which always drives her wild. She doesn't have to pee but she's squirming for another reason. I quickly slide off my underwear and then hers. "In a hurry?" she asks. I'm having trouble speaking at this point but manage to say, "I want you now." "Are you sure you don't just want to get it over with so you can pee?" she asks. "Oh, don't mention peeing!" I moan back, using all of my concentration not to lose control, before getting on top of her and sliding my erection into her. Oh my god! I have to pee but this feels incredible. I'm at the point where I feel like I almost can't tell if I'm going to cum or pee. In that condition, it doesn't take me long to climax and squirt my load inside of her. I collapse onto her, breathing hard and a hot sweaty mess.
As usual when I'm really desperate, after I cum my need to pee instantly gets so much worse. As we're both lying there, hearts pounding in our chests, my bladder is sending me a serious warning. GOTTA PEE NOW! I'm still inside of her and she feels me shifting around as I struggle to contain the flood straining to be released.
Her: Problem dear?
Me: Um, kind of.
Her: What's the matter? Need to pee or something?
Me: Well now that you mention it, yes, yes I do!
She laughs and pulls me closer to her, which pushes against my bladder. I moan from the extra pressure.
Her: Must be pretty bad from the way you're acting. Looks like you're serious about having to pee.Me: I have to go really bad! Is that what you want to hear?Her: Well you do like holding it, don't you? I know that turns you on.Me: It does but I'm really desperate. I don't think I can hold it much longer. Can we use those tissues now? Please!
Her: But it feels so good lying here with you inside me, and all your squirming really turns me on. I don't want that to end yet.
Me: Umph! (I'm seriously going to be in trouble if she doesn't let me go). Please! We can still lie together after I go. I promise. (I'm bouncing up and down as I say this - I HAVE TO PEE!!!!)
Her: Well ...I suppose we can do that. (Thank god!)
She grabs the tissues, hands me one and takes a couple for herself. I pull out of her and use the tissue to clean myself off as I roll onto my back, every movement shaking my bladder and making me feel like I'm going to leak any second. Before I have a chance to do anything else, she hops off the bed and heads into the bathroom to clean herself up. NO! Damn!! As gently but quickly as I can, I get myself off the bed. I can't even stand up straight because I have to pee so bad. I'm holding myself for dear life to keep from losing control. Standing makes it 10 times worse. I hobble over to the bathroom to wait for her to come out. The bathroom door is only partially closed so I can see her sitting on the toilet and hear her peeing again which I'm going to do any second now whether I'm at the toilet or not. Suddenly she reaches out and swings the door open, giggling when she seems me standing there like that.
Her: I guess you'd like to get in here.
Me: Only if you don't want to pay to have the carpet cleaned.
Her: I'll be done in a minute.
Me: I sure hope so. I can't remember the last time I had to go this bad. I'm serious! I have to go now!
I stand there for what seems like forever but I'm sure is only a minute or two, doing a major pee dance, hunched over, shaking, and keeping an iron grip on my penis but I can feel myself losing the battle. If she doesn't move I'm not going to make it. I've never wet myself in front of her and don't want to start now. If we were home, there would be another bathroom to use but stuck in a hotel room I've got no other choiceI'm as desperate as I've ever been. Suddenly, a quick spurt escapes me. SHIT! "Are you okay?" Uh, uh, no!. I'm n-not. "Well I can't get up quite yet. You have to hold it." My eyes are tearing up. Holding it is no longer an option. I step into the bathroom, frantic, not knowing what else to do. "You could wait your turn." No. No I can't!! You don't understand. Another spurt comes out and she sees it. My face feels flushed. I'm totally embarrassed but I'm beyond caring at that point. I'm not going to be able to stop it again. I take a step toward the tub. "What are you doing?" I HAVE TO PEE! She starts to tell me she's done and stands up but it's too late. I let go and the pee just sprays out of me like a fire hose into the tub. Oh my god! The relief is incredible. I can't believe I'm doing this in front of her but I couldn't hold it another second. Better the tub than the floor. I pee for at least 30 seconds before my stream finally tapers off. I realize she was just standing there watching the whole time. I tell her I'm sorry for doing that. She comes over and hugs me and apologizes. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you had to go that bad. I would have let you go first." It's okay. At least I made it in here. I wasn't sure there for a minute. "Well maybe next time I owe you some good desperation from me." Ooh. I like the sound of that. And with that, we climb back into bed for some more fun.... |
another request from DerpySquid. I couldn't let him down and I really liked the idea so here you go.
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Hi guys, its me, Zapp again. This was a very eventful day for me and the others. We went into a cave for a little bit of fun and then some weird stuff happened. We somehow got lost through the cave and I didn't know where anyone was, so I was alone. Also I'm a Pikachu again. Surprise surprise.
me: how did I end up getting lost anyways? I swear, this kind of stuff seems to happen all the time.
I took another gulp out of my canteen, which was now nearly empty. I had it nearly full before we entered, but this body needs a drink often. The only problem is the fluids went straight through me and there was no spot to relieve myself anywhere. It wasn't so ad at first so I thought I could hold on for a while longer.
Turns out a while meant half an hour for me. Once half an hour passed I was starting to get uncomfortable. I looked around to see if I could find a good spot to relieve myself, but there wasn't anywhere I could go without one of the natives noticing.
me: Jeez, why is this place so unforgiving? I bet the others don't have to go through this.
I kept on walking for a while and found a really nice spot of the cave. It was filled with colorful stones, kind of like the ones I use. It was a really nice sight and I would pick some up, if I didn't have to go so bad.
One hour into the cave and I was starting to feel more and more pressure as time passed. I had to put a little more force on my hand and occasionally use my other one. The cave still provided no place to relieve myself so I kept on walking. Along the way I ran into a geodude.
geodude: Hey boys! I found one!
A pack of geodude came charging forward and I had to run. While I was running I couldn't press against my crotch, so after I lost them I gained a lot of pressure.
me: *pant pant* Stupid geodude... ahh, i'm not holding out too well.
An hour and a half and I was at the verge of wetting myself. I dug through my bag to see if I could find an alternative and I actually did. I pulled out a plastic bowl from today's breakfast.
me: Why did I pack this? Ah whatever.
I was about to set it where I could relieve myself in, but then I heard some pebbles coming from behind a rock.
I went to check it out, on guard in case the geodude were back. When I looked behind the rock, I found out I was standing behind a female pokemon, which I didn't know about.
me: I wonder who that is. Well, as an answer for everything, PokeDex engage!
PokeDex: That is a rock. A ROCK.
me: NO! The pokemon!
PokeDex: oh. That is an Emolga. Emolgas are known for being cute.
me: Ah. She looks like she's in pain.
I walked around the rock to the spot where I could see her face. She had her paws in her crotch and jumping up and down.
Emolga: Aah! I- I can't take it much longer!
I could see a drop of urine running down her leg, along with tears rolling down her cheeks. I could already tell what was going on. I glanced at the bowl I was holding, and made a decision.
me: um, miss Emolga, you can use this.
I set the bowl under her at the right spot so she could relax. I just couldn't leave her to wet herself. I went a little deeper into the cavern so she could relieve herself in peace.
I was about to wet myself, and I gave Emolga the bowl, so I didn't know what to do. I then saw a den somewhere in the wall. I decided to relieve myself in there then block the hole with a boulder.
And it worked. I urinated for about two minutes, definitely relieved to get that out of my body. Once I finished, I pushed a boulder into the entrance of the hole and it covered the den so nobody could enter. Once that was finished, Emolga came by, looking much better.
me: Oh hey, feeling better?
Emolga: SO much. Thanks for the help. Say, I never caught your name.
me: Oh yeah, I'm Zapp. Hey, you want to team up with me?
Emolga: Sure! I'd love to join you. Heard you're the one that can switch from human to pokemon.
me: well that's right. Anyways, let's go.
While we were travelling I attached the communication device to Emolga. While doing so I noticed her scarf had the exact same pattern as Snivy's scarf, which gave me a very big question.
Once we finally got out of the cave. Now we just had to wait for the others.
*Zorua's POV*
me: Of anyone in the group, why did I have to get stuck with this idiot!?
Quilava: um, i'm right here?
Alright, so I have something against Quilava. Yes he's strong, but he does tend to make things worse with quick thinking.
me: Sorry, I'm just a little stressed.
To be honest I had to pee. Really bad. We lost contact with the others and I was stuck with Quilava. I actually did have a large drink from this morning before we left, and it was starting to catch up to me.
While we were travelling, I felt pressure building up at a moderate speed. While we were travelling we met up with the guardians of the caverns. Quilava thought we could take them head on, but I had an idea.
geodude: Hey Francis! Who's that?
geodude?: Oh, I found this guy trying to smuggle some stones out.
geodude: alright, carry on.
Basically the plan was I disguised as one of them and Quilava would pretend to be handcuffed. Anyways that went on for a few hours until we were sure they were gone.
After a while, I couldn't hold still under the pressure in my bladder. Quilava was still holding out, but I could somehow tell he had to urinate sooner or later.
Quilava: Hey, I think I know where we are. Let's take a left.
me: Are you sure you know where we're going?
Quilava: of course. I know this place like I know where my fingers are.
me: You don't have fingers.
We kept walking for two hours until he got us to a large room in the cavern filled with lava and a rock ledge that can be used as a bridge. By this time I had to shove my paw between my hind legs to prevent any leaking.
me: So why are we here?
Quilava: Well you have to go to the bathroom, right? Back when I explored volcanoes I used to do this all the time.
I realized what Quilava was implying, and I was plump out of options. I just decided to go with it and relax into the lava. Quilava did the same, and I went on for half a minute longer than him.
Quilava: You alright now?
me: Yep. Kind of a weird moment, but at least I can continue in peace.
We kept going until we found a light leading out of the cave. Then we went through to meet up with Zapp.
*Buizel's POV*
I was walking through the tunnel with Snivy. The caves were not too great, but filled with lots of annoying stuff. The fact that I had to use the bathroom didn't really help much at all. I drank a lot of water from a river outside the cave before we went in and I drank a lot of stuff from inside the cave.
me: How are you holding up Snivy?
Snivy: Well, my feet are ready to give up and we've been running into a lot of pointless moments. Especially the old man.
Snivy wasn't doing too well either. I could see his legs twitching, not from pain, but from his lower abdomen. He drank a lot as well, but I went through him much quicker than me from what I could tell.
One hour into the cave and I had to go pretty bad. We went into some areas hoping to find someplace to escape, but just more pokemon and more pointless rooms.
me: This isn't going too well for us.
After two more hours passed Snivy had to go really bad. I could see that from leg movement, trying to keep going while preventing full loss of bladder control. To be honest I had to go as bad as he did, but my bladder was a little stronger, so I could go on a little longer.
me: You alright buddy?
Snivy: *whimper*
me: That's what I thought.
We walked into another room, this time with a hallway into another spot. This one had a pit dug pretty deep down.
me: Hey buddy, how about you go in here?
Snivy wasn't so up to the idea, but he didn't have a choice. I helped him up to the pit and let him release from there. He definitely looked better to me.
While he did that I went to the other room and released my pent up urine from there. It went on for about four minutes until it die down and stopped. I then went out and met with Snivy.
me: You good now?
Snivy: Yep. I'm ready to go.
We went out of the room and out a door leading to the outside of the cave and where the rest of the gang is.
me: Zapp!
Snivy: And... Emolga!?
Emolga: No way! NO way! Snivy, it's really you!
Snivy and Emolga ran up to each other, hugged, and then the rest of us cut in to talk.
Zapp: So you and Emolga were best friends a few years back, lost contact with each other, and now here we are.
Snivy: yeah. Why do you think we have matching scarves?
We spent the rest of the day talking at the exit of the cave.
END
This was I bit short in my opinion. I couldn't really think of much I could put into this story, but I still wanted to do it.
Again, Credit idea goes to DerpySquid. |
Hey guys :3.Same Universe, different characters, less plot, more Omorashi. I'll be making more of these shorts in the future, possibly with the same characters, but with job stuff and life, it may be a bit :3. I'll keep you all updated~.
Love you guys!
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“Shit!”
A thin layer of snow brushed off me as I dashed through the door, shivering horribly as I slammed it shut. It wasn’t the snow or ice that made living here unbearable, but the insufferable wind that froze you to the bone the moment you stepped outside.
I dashed up the stairs and into my apartment, quickly shoving the key into the lock, desperate for the warmth only my tiny house could provide. At last, I shoved my way in, quickly locking the door, and keeping out the unrelenting winter winds.
Warmth, at last.
Volt stood in the center of the room, her back straightening somewhat upon seeing me. It was still odd having a Pikachu in my apartment; I never fancied myself a trainer, and I was still somewhat hesitant at my sacred space being shared with another.
My sister Abby was relentless about the adoption; she could never be as far away from the family as I was, and insisted I get a Pokemon to ease the transition. She, naturally, had just the one in mind – a quiet Pikachu, who’s somewhat skittish nature had bounced her home to home, and eventually back to the adoption center Abby volunteered in on Sundays.
The first few weeks with were odd; Volt kept to herself mostly, and rarely spoke. The first few words were to request art supplies; she could draw fantastic landscapes and sceneries with her charcoal. She would always get the black smeared all over herself, but that didn’t stop her from creating breathtaking black and white pictures. She was incredibly talented.
She spoke more as the days went by, but she still hid whenever Abby, or any of my friends visited. Still, I grew to enjoy her quiet companionship, and she grew to trust me enough to curl in my lap when we watched TV, or to go on walks in the park.
Over the last two weeks, things have gotten a bit weird for us, though. She’s been cuddlier than normal, sometimes bumping my mouse when I’m trying to write an email, or tangling herself in my shoes when I’m trying to get ready for work.
I also stumbled across some of her charcoal sketches that were hidden under the bed. They were all of me, and rather suggestive; one depicted me stepping out of the shower, and another, me nude, rising from bed. They were all too well done, and I put them back without a word.
A few days later, two more appeared.
It’s not unusual for Pokemon to develop feelings for their trainer, but I still didn’t want to think about it. I’m not a bigot or anything; it’s just not for me.
…I think.
Volt sat on the floor, looking up at me. A small blush adorned her yellow muzzle, and her light blue eyes looked uncertain.
[C-Chase? I…I need to be let out.]
I chuckled, walking around her and hung up my coat, placing my gloves, hat, and scarf in their respective bins. “Not outside -- you’ll freeze. Can you use the toilet?”
Volt stood, and I noticed that her paw was pressed against her groin, though likely more out of embarrassment than true need. [i…]
“It’s easy; I’ll lift you on top gently, and then I’ll leave. You like being held, don’t you?”
Volt shifted uneasily.
“Come on.” I lifted her carefully, her back resting against my forearms. She was remarkably light at only eleven pounds, and curled up contently at my touch.
I walked to the restroom and pulled on the doorknob, but it held fast.
I cursed, making Volt cringe, and I yanked the doorknob again, harder. This time it gave, tearing off a small section of trim as the door flung open.
“Stupid thing.” I stepped closer to the bowl, but this time Volt trembled, and dashed up my arm and onto my shoulder.
“What’s wrong?”
“It won’t hurt you, I promise.”
[Can’t I just go outside?]
“It’s a blizzard outside, and you just got over the sniffles. It’s one thing if we had clothes to bundle you up, but if you’re peeing you’ll turn into a pika-popsicle.”
[Please?] She begged, clutching onto the cuff of my shirt. Her eyes watered ever so slightly, and I could tell she was really, truly scared.
She wasn’t housetrained well-
Actually, that’s not true. She was housetrained phenomenally, to the point where she was literally terrified of peeing in the house. All the Pokemon at the agency were, of course, but when rumors spread about flushing dead Pokemon down the toilet, it makes you all the more obedient, especially if you’re only one and a half feet tall.
“It won’t eat you.”
[it might!]
“You physically couldn’t even fit down the pipes.”
[Pleaaaase, Chase?] Volt whined, scissoring her bottom paws back and forth.
I looked out the window. If anything, the storm had increased in its rampage, scouring the world in white. I looked back at Volt, who gave me a small whimper, and large, aqua eyes.
“Fine, but you have to be quick. And you have to wear a hat.”
[Okay!] She bolted to the door, wrestling momentarily with her hat before giving me an expectant look. I sighed, reaching back into the closet and re-preparing myself for the winter’s cold.
I had barely opened the door when Volt dashed out, only to stop before the staircase, and bolt back inside.
[it’s COLD!] Her body shivered, and she wrapped her arms around herself.
“Told you.” I smirked, locking the door. I picked her up and pressed her to my chest, warming her up as her tiny trembles subsided.
[W-what do I do?] She squeaked.
“The toilet-”
[No!]
“Alright then…” I looked around.
I enjoyed my small, two bedroom apartment; I had everything I needed. A warm beige covered the walls, complementing a small oak desk with my laptop, and a larger flat screen beside it. In the living room, a wooden table teetered on three legs, leading into my sparse, but suitable kitchen.
“The sink?”
[That’s even worse than the toilet!] She howled.
“How? You couldn’t even be flushed!”
[i’ve seen you shred things in that sink! What if I fall in? I’ll be turned to goo!]
“Are you…talking about the garbage disposal?”
Volt squirmed, hopping out of my hands. [Yeah! You dropped a tomato in there once, and it just DISAPPEARED!]
“That’s food, not-”
[What if my leg slips down,] Volt gestured to her paw, nearly in hysterics. Her eyes gleamed with barely contained tears as she continued. [Or, or my arm!]
“We won’t turn it on, Vol.” I cooed. “It’s completely safe, I promise. It won’t hurt-”
[b-b-but what if it does?] She asked, clutching on to my leg, as if it was her only last comfort in a world of volatility. She tried to speak further into her pokespeak, but whatever thoughts she had only translated into a jumbled mess as she hugged my pant leg all the tighter. I could feel her tears spill onto my jeans, and through I couldn’t understand her words, I didn’t need a translator to understand her trepidation.
I sat down, wrapping my arms around her gently, and stroked her scalp. “Hey, hey. It’s alright. I won’t make you go in the sink. You’re safe here; nothing is going to happen, okay? We’ll figure something out. You’ll be okay.”
[O…okay…] Volt stammered, wiping her face, and standing back up. I could tell she was getting desperate; her bottom paws were now crossed, and one of her arms traced down her stomach and pressed lightly but firmly against her core.
“What about the bathtub?” I suggested. Volt’s eyes gleamed again with tears, but she remained silent. “You can go on the side away from the drain, so there’s completely, one-hundred percent no chance of anything happening. I’ll put you inside, and leave you to your privacy. Is that okay?”
She trembled, and clutched herself a bit harder. [i’m still…a little scared of it. C-could you stay?]
I stuttered, a bit taken aback.
[Just this once, just to make sure nothing bad happens? Please? Just this once; I’ll never ask for anything like this again.] She begged. [Pleasepleaseplease, I really, really have to go, I don’t have long!]
My mind went back to those drawings, the level of detail within each of the strokes, and the feelings I knew she kept buried just beneath the surface. I didn’t want to lead her on, particularly with this, which was quite embarrassingly intimate…
…but on the other hand, she was honestly scared. I couldn’t just make her go in by herself; getting into the tub would be the equivalent of me scaling a seven foot brick wall with no grip, plus, she might just end up being too scared and letting loose on the tile.
She’s never had an accident in the house before, but I’ve also never seen her this desperate. Walking into the restroom, trying valiantly to scale the tub wall, but failing and falling right back down.
Struggling, refusing to ask for help again out of shame, all the while the pressure is getting worse and worse. Now she’s clutching herself hard, not out of embarrassment but out of sheer, near-painful pressure. She’s biting her tongue to keep from moaning, still trying to reach the lip of the tub, but her predicament’s keeping her from reaching the top.
A quick dribble leaks out of her fur, and she knows she can’t hold it anymore, but also hates the idea of once again begging for help. With another spurt dampening her inner thighs, and her paw warm with urine, she climbs into the trashcan, trying to fit the plastic liner around herself as a small gush of unrelenting pee leaks down her leg. She’s holding herself hard, moaning with the tension of holding in for so long, and accidentally overturns the trashcan. It falls, knocking her sideways, and spilling her across the floor.
Now she’s peeing a waterfall, and she couldn’t stop it if she tried. Pee is gushing all over the floor, over the trashcan, over the floor mat, the rug, and all over her lower-half. She’s choking back sobs, still trying to contain herself despite her complete lack control, and all she could think of is why didn’t I just help her?
My face flushed with my rather erotic thought process, and Volt still stared at me, just as fidgety as before, waiting for me to make up my mind.
“O-okay, I’ll come with you.” I nodded, swallowing as if to appease my pulsing heart.
[Thankyouthankyouthankyou!] Volt waddled up to the bathroom door, already looking relieved. I grabbed the doorknob and pulled hard, knowing how it sticks. This time, however, it held fast.
“Shit.”
I pulled again, harder, but to no avail. Volt let out a slow whine next to me, gripping herself with both paws. I pulled again, then harder, and then struck the door with my foot.
Nothing.
[i…I’m really close…] Volt blushed.
“It’s okay, Vol, just a little longer. You’re doing really well.”
My mind raced as I tried to think of other options. Could I hold her over the sink? She might not make it in time, plus, she’d still be scared of the drain. Would the window work? No, they open from the inside, plus I wrapped them in plastic to keep out the cold. My towels were all in the wash, though I still had some paper towels and spare toilet paper in my cabinets!
I dashed to the kitchen and grabbed my supplies -- a roll of toilet paper to catch most of it, and two rolls of paper towels ‘just in case’ -- and started making a small nest against the tile. How much could a Pikachu pee, anyway? 50ml? Like, a fourth of a cup? Man, I wish I paid attention in science conversion.
Volt made another sound, a mix between a moan and her normal cry, and I moved out of the way. “Here – can you use this?”
Volt looked at my arrangement uneasily, stepping within the paper bounds. I offered her the roll of toilet paper, and she took it and placed it between her thighs.
“Okay.”
Volt stood in place, shivering for a moment, with her eyes shut in fierce concentration. A moment passed, and she squirmed against the toilet paper roll uncomfortably.
She shouted, shaking back and forth. [it’s just-, I can’t pee inside! It hurts; I have to go so bad! I feel like I’m about to pee on myself, but I can’t go!]
I took a deep breath, and motioned for her to do the same.
[C-c-can you pet me?]
I gave her a peculiar look.
[it…might calm me down. Please? I just…I’m scared, and nervous, and this doesn’t feel right, and I feel like you’re going to be mad at me, and hate me, and you won’t want me anymore-]
I put a hand on her head, and rubbed the fur back and forth gently, around the base of her ears, across and down. After a moment, her muscles relaxed, but she still shook in place.
A jet of urine hissed against the paper, and she instantly tensed, looking at me for confirmation. I nodded, and continued to stroke her fur, reassuring her.
Another dribble leaked against the roll she had pressed between her legs, which rapidly turned into a strong stream. She moaned, relief washing its way across her face as she drenched the roll beneath her in yellow, and her urine soaked into the paper towels I had laid across the floor.
Half way, she looked at me, her face flushed with shame and guilt.
“It’s okay. You’re not doing anything wrong. I’m not mad at you.”
She stood up, finished, through still dripping from her inner thighs. I offered her another paper towel, which she used to clean herself.
[T-thank you.]
“No problem.” I smiled.
[You’re…really understanding.] She held out her paws, and I picked her up, hugging her softly against my shoulder. [Thank you for…for being there for me.]
“Absolutely.” I hugged her a little tighter, then placed her on the floor. “How about we clean up, and then we get you in a warm bath? I’ll get the water running-”
[um, Chase?]
“Yes?”
[The bathroom’s locked, remember?]
“…Shit!” |
As soon as I stepped out of my apartment, the cold Johto air whipped my coat, freezing my breath as I walked onto the pavement. A heavy snow lined the fields of grass, and a thin sheet of ice marred the roads.
Of course, she wasn’t here yet. My murmurs of dissatisfaction turned to fog as I reached for my phone, content to blend my boredom into a few moments of mindless appeasement.
As I approached a moderately high score, I felt someone’s presence near me, standing but a few yards away. I furrowed my brow, attempting to gain a few more moments of solitude, when I felt their hand draw nearer to my face.
Slowly, the figure extended their index finger, poking me softly in the corner of my mouth. I concentrated further, ensuring the blocks were placed correctly in my little game, all the while the stranger probed my face further, placing their index finger into my cheek, rubbing against the back of my teeth. Unable to maintain my concentration, my small, adorable block character perished, and I turned my frustrated, mildly amused attention to the stranger ahead.
“Huey Abbuey.” I mouthed, her finger making it difficult to articulate my words.
“Hey Chase!”
“Why do you phut-”
“Because you let me.”
We stood a moment in the frigid cold, with her finger still producing slightly from my mouth. I pushed it out with my tongue and took a small step back, and she wiped her digit off with her glove.
“I’m glad you could make it,” I smiled, rubbing my hands together. “But are you sure this was a good idea, if you and your…current position?”
“Work wants me to travel more anyway.” She shrugged. “Plus, it means I can hang more with my big bro!”
“You’re not living with me if you lose your job.”
“I can cook for you!”
“That’s still a no.”
“I’ll make you Pho!”
“…I’ll consider it.” I shoved my hands in my pockets. “How’s Mom?”
“Worried. Doesn’t like that I got you Volt. She thinks that you’ll kill her like the plant in second grade.”
“I choose to get Volt. Plus, she’s doing fine.”
“Mind if I stop by later today, after you finish with work?”
I squinted, hard. “Are you seriously concerned with how I’m treating her?”
“No, that’s not what I meant! I just…that’s not why I was c-concerned.”
I scattered some snow with my shoe, and looked up apologetically.
“I just…” Abby began. “I want to make sure you’re okay. After, you know.”
My eyes softened somewhat, and I gave her a smile. “Sure. You have a key; let yourself in around six. I’ll be home then, and I’ll have time to chat with Volt about having you over.”
“Cool.” Abby frowned somewhat, turning to her car. “I didn’t mean that you weren’t, you know, handing everything, I just-”
I drew her in, hugging her fiercely. The memories of past events burned into my mind, making me relive horrors I could never forget. I remembered it all with terrible clarity, why I moved so far away, as if distance could put aside my demons. My vision blurred, if just for a moment, and I pushed her away gently.
“I know what you meant.” I smiled, sniffing slightly. “Thanks.”
“No problem, Chase. See you at six, after work?”
“See you then.”
---ooo---
Volt was all but asleep, curled against my lap as a rerun of our favorite cooking show aired on television. In theory it had some sort of continuity about it, but between the two of us missing shows, or a lack of attention, we had missed the plot entirely. To us it was almost surreal; teams competing for unclear rewards, punishments dispersed at random, and hearts mended and broken at a whim of the judges.
Volt purred lightly as I stroked her ears, eyes glazed as she watched the screen. [That food looks yummy.]
“Doesn’t it? We should totally make that sometime.”
She murmured in agreement.
The gritty sound of metal on metal stirred me from my immersion as Abby unlocked my door, and shivered through the entrance. “F-freakin’ hell it’s cold outside. Hey Chase!”
“Hey Abs!” I waved from my couch with one hand, with the other still on Volt. I still held her lightly, enough to reassure her, but not enough to prevent her from leaving, should she choose to do so.
She stopped purring as Abby sat down.
“Heeeey Volt…” Abby cooed, her hands against her knees in cautious, obvious sight. Volt quivered in place, silent. “I haven’t seen you since Chase got you. It’s great to see you again.”
Volt nodded uneasily, lowering herself further into my lap.
“Anyway – Chase!” Abby looked around, attempting to resume our conversation. Her eyes darted around the room, from my black, freshly dusted television stand to my cleaned, alphabetized bookcase. Her eyes trailed into the entrance to my kitchen, and the shelves above, where I held my measuring tape, duster, and other cleaning supplies.
“Your place looks…really neat.”
“Thanks.” I said automatically, registering after the fact that what she said wasn’t really a complement.
Abby bit her lip, but choose to drop the topic.
I rearranged my coasters, so they didn’t overlap. “How’s your job?”
“Good. The boss and I are still on rough terms, but he’s giving me a wider leash now, which is good. He knows I need to leave more often to get more clients, instead of cold calling all the time, which is a pain.”
Abby’s arms reached out slowly to pet Volt. She shrunk further, but didn’t protest.
“Plus, I feel as if I’m more respected around the office, which I’ve missed. It’s nice to know that I’m actually needed, and not just-”
Her finger traced around Volt’s neck, rubbing against the burn she wore underneath her fur.
Volt hissed in pain, and Abby recoiled, realizing what she had done. “Sorry! I didn’t mean-”
Volt shook hard, and sprang up. [i-I-I have to leave!]
“Oh. Okay.” I blinked, removing my hand. Volt leapt to the floor, her paws still shivering, and shot a glance at Abby before her eyes hit the floor.
[i-It’s not you. You were good to me, and I don’t want you t-to think I don’t like you, I’m just, with everyone, I’m not, I just-]
“I understand.” Abby nodded. “Sorry I…wasn’t more careful.”
Volt shot her a pained look of thanks before darting out of the room.
“Damn it. Sorry.” Abby swallowed. “Still though, that was better. I think being with you is honestly helping her come out of her shell. I’ve barely even seen her before.”
“Small steps.” I smoothed part of the carpet where Volt’s foot hit, to it matched the rest of the carpet’s color. “We’ve talked about seeing a therapist, but I think that’s farther in the future. Right now, I think just getting outside, and introducing people to her slowly is the best thing.”
“Has she told you about the…” She motioned to her neck.
“Yeah.”
“All of it?”
“Yeah.”
“Wow. You know, she never opened up to anyone else before. She was a…hard case.” Abby swallowed. “Have you told her everything? About your whole episode, about Dad, and everythi-”
“Yes.”
Abby sighed, relieved. “That’s important. How are you doing, with everything…up there?”
“Better, with Volt.” I evened out a few of the pillows on the couch, and sat back down. “I never thought of myself as a Pokemon person, but it grows fast. I know it’s only been a few months, but I feel like I’ve known her forever. It’s…nice.”
“I felt like that with my Absol, too. I barely remember the day I captured him; it just felt like we already knew each other, from the start. Some of the best days are when my boss gets pissed at me for no reason, and he’s always there, waiting by the door for me. It’s…sacred, in a way, you know?”
I nodded.
“I think, in some way, this was all needed, you know? You leaving, me with my new job responsibilities, Mom and Dad splitting up. Even you getting Volt and getting over your mental stuff, I just, I feel like it’s all related, somehow. Like it’s all for the better, eventually. Everything is happening for a reason.”
I shook my head, but more because I heard her than for affirmation. She took the small action for understanding, and stood up and stretched.
“Well, thanks for the visit; I have to go and make sure Absol’s doing alright, and prepare for my meeting tomorrow.”
“In that order? To insure it’s not a disaster?”
Abby stifled a chuckle, and flicked me in the nose. “Racist.”
I stuck out my tongue, relaxing on the section of my couch that she just freed up. “Get outta my house.”
“Pfff!” She rolled her eyes, giving me a smirk as she shut the door.
Silence.
I tried to relax, but the moment had passed, and I felt the pull in my subconscious. The terrible fire I could never quench, only dim.
Only dim.
I got out my measuring tape and knelt by the entrance, measuring the length of the doormat to the entrance, from one side to the next. After straightening it, I did the same for the couch, my side tables, my book cases, and my cabinets.
They were all perfect. They always were.
I collapsed on my bed taking a moment to reflect the day’s activities as I reached for my pillow. My eyes shut, not tired exactly, but still somehow fatigued.
I listened quietly, and heard Volt’s shaky breaths underneath the bed. Before I might’ve tried to speak with her, but I knew better. Just like I needed time, sometimes she did too.
And that’s okay.
A moment went by, and then another, and I felt my eyes grow heavy. The warmth of the setting sun traced my chest, and I snuggled against my comforter, content to enjoy its ray.
[i’m sorry.]
It took me a moment to register Volt’s statement. I opened an eye, and scratched a section of the bed beside me, likewise bathed in the glow of the setting sun. Volt obliged, hopping by my side, and cuddling against by chest.
“You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Don’t worry about it. I know it can be intimidating with multiple people in the room.” I petted her slowly, sure to avoid her burn. “Plus, I know how you feel about your mark.”
Volt nodded, a scarlet hue crossing her muzzle as she hugged me tighter.
[i, um. I peed a little, when she, when she touched my neck.]
“I’m sorry she scared you.”
[it’s not her! It’s, It’s, I know she’s not going to hurt me, but I’m still scared of it happening again. I know I’m safe, but I’m still terrified inside, like it’s happening all over again. I feel helpless, I just…]
I placed my hand against her back, and scooted her closer to my core as she cried into my shirt. How long had it been since I had felt the exact same way? Alienated, and, and sickened, like something else was inside of me, forcing me to feel these thoughts that weren’t my own.
Now I was crying too. Volt smiled at me, despite her tears, then frowned again, staring at the blanket.
[i’m sorry I’m broken.]
I shrugged, wiping my eyes. “We’re all broken. We all have our parts we’re still trying to put back together. You’re doing so well. You talked to Abby today, you know that?”
Volt nodded, a small, contented smile illuminating her face.
“That’s big. And we can take it as slow as you need-”
I stopped mid-yawn. “What?”
I scratched her behind her ear, and she arched her back cutely. “Sure. I’ll warn you though, its super boring.”
[Then we’ll be super bored together.]
Night fell, and the last bit of light was masked by the horizon, and the gray clouds of a coming storm. Volt purred slightly as I continued stroking her, then stopped, and pushed my hand away lightly.
[Do you…really think we’re all broken?]
“In some way, yeah. Me, with my cleaning stuff, and you, ‘cause you’re a little shy. Everyone has something.”
[What does Abby have?]
I sighed, the shadows elongating across the walls, and lighting illuminating the distance.
Everything is happening for a reason.
“A lot of stuff has happened to her, recently. Our parents divorced, her big brother moved out, and she’s not doing the best at work. Sometimes, it’s easier to think that it’s all connected. That everything is moving as it should, and that issues in life are only a small section of a larger, tapestry of pre-defined destiny. To think that the mistakes you make were never your choice to begin with, and the troubles you have had were unavoidable; there’s a draw in that. To know, deep in your heart, that everything happens for a reason.”
Volt brushed her paw against her burns, feeling the stinging pain just like before, even after years of healing.
“Reason isn’t the same as meaning.”
Volt smiled at my affirmation, and I held her close.
“I think there is meaning, but I think it is deeper than an aphorism like that can offer. I think there’s meaning that the sky can produce water, that the flowers bloom each year, and I think there’s meaning in you.”
Volt kissed my forehead, steadying herself with her tiny paws, and curled in closer.
And to me, that felt meaningful. |
[This looks important.]
[The Resting Place of Gods and Fools.]
[Woah.]
[i’m gonna poke it.]
[Don’t poke it the monument to the fallen gods, Static.]
It had been two months since the beginning of our adventure to capture the legendary Ancients. Although we have gotten close multiple times, they seem to flit through our fingers each time, though inexplicable luck or incomprehensible skill. Our last near-miss was Latios, and he fled just as Static went for the finishing blow.
He didn’t, of course, though he was painfully close. I swallowed my frustration, and turned my attention to the task at hand: The God’s Tomb.
Mew flitted around the statue playfully. [You should touch it!]
[Don’t.] I ordered, using my ‘Okay, but really, seriously this time, I mean it’ trainer voice.
Static crossed his arms, stomping his foot on the ground. [but whyyyy?]
[Can’t Pokemon tears revive people from stone, anyway?]
[That’s a myth.] Mew interjected. [They can, however, ease the pain of burns, and add a slight seasoning to a bland dish.]
[Good to know.] I unclipped my Pokeballs from my belt, and looked them over. Right now, Static, Mew, and Nova were out, meaning that Oxygen, Skarr, and Myst were currently in stasis. Keeping everyone’s circadian rhythm in line was important for long travels, and doubly so when Pokeball stasis was involved. I grabbed an empty Ultraball from my belt, and looked towards the entrance.
Mew began reading the archaic runes imbedded into the stone door. [The inception is ancient-]
[No shit.] Static grinned.
Mew glared at the tiny yellow mouse, and continued. [This dates back before humans, when the first language was that of the Unknown. Whatever is buried here, it isn’t dead. I’m not sure it could die.]
[Do you know how to open it?]
Mew stared further, tracing his finger across the indentation of the stone.
Nova gave me a questioning look, prodding a milky-pink stone attachment on his wrist. I grinned, looking at my own, and gave him a quick wink.
[Now, in theory, this door is meant to open in response to some type of answer, and I can decipher the riddle-]
“CHROOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Nova roared, blue fire blasting out of his maw as his flesh blackened with power. Two beams of purple light exploded from his elongated wings, and a wave of force blasted back the grass, and singed a circle around the now mega-evolved Charizard. Nova charged the door, punching it with a draconic fist, and obliterating the ancient runes with one forceful blow.
Static swallowed. […I keep forgetting you’re technically a dragon now.]
[i’ve always been a dragon!] Nova grinned, sticking how his tongue.
[You do all realize that that door was older than most life on this planet, and likely could have been preserved in a museum of some sort for a large sum of your currency?]
[i’m sure we can grab them on the way out,] Static reasoned. [Assuming Josh lets me touch them.]
I rolled my eyes, and entered the cavern.
It was enormous. Glowing lines of force and power gleamed against the walls, both in symbols of unknown, and other, more obscure lines and circles. The lines dimmed and shone in pulses, almost leading us down further into the unknown depths below.
[Cool…] Nova whispered, staring at the century old stalagmites, nearly resembling a massive underbite of some slain, monstrous creature.
I checked my bags, and made sure we had everything prepared to move forward. [is everyone ready?]
[Yup!]
[sure!]
[Wait.]
We all turned to Mew, who winced in concentration. [This…this is a hallowed ground. This is guarded by those who originated here, as the incarnation of thought and speech.]
Static, Nova, and I exchanged a confused glance, and we turned back to Mew.
[so…?]
[Don’t litter.]
[Okay.]
[Or we’ll all probably die.]
I swallowed, pushing the wrapper of my favorite protein bar further into my pocket. [Got it. Any other tips?]
[Not until we gain further entrance into the maw of the beast.]
Suddenly, the cave stirred, and the light from the outside was extinguished. I whirled around, and saw that the fragmented door from before had rematerialized, sealing us in.
Nova roared, dashing and punching the door, but to no avail. What was simple stone from one side was now an impenetrable field of force, and each blow struck yielded not a stretch from the magic that was placed upon the door.
Nova’s energy began evaporating, and he shrunk into his normal, four foot self, slightly out of breath. [um, guys?]
[Well, so much for a quick scouting expedition before we really went inside.] I shrugged. [Let’s go further down, I suppose, unless anyone has any other ideas?]
[i, um.] Nova blushed, scurrying to my side.
[Hmmm?]
[i…] Nova adjusted his pokespeak so we were talking alone.
[Peeing on Hallowed Ground will literally get you killed.] Mew interjected, ignoring the limitations of the pokespeak, and reaching out with his mind directly.
Static groaned. [Oh my god Nova, do you have to pee again?]
Static growled. [Then don’t worry about it.]
[i can’t not worry about it! I have G.A.D., I can’t stop worrying about stuff!]
[G.A.D.?]
[General Anxiety Disorder.] Nova whined.
[More like I.B.S., I’m a little bitch disorder!]
I put my hand on my forehead. [That’s an…actual condition, Static.]
[Little bitch disorder?]
[No-, ah, never mind. Nova, can you hold it?]
[He HAS to.] Mew threatened. [Our lives hang in the balance.]
We stood silently for a moment, absorbing the absurd gravity of the situation. Slowly, Static let out a quiet hissing sound, only to get thunked in the back of the head with Mew’s tail.
[Alright,] I rubbed my temples, trying to get some sort of control over the situation. [For the sake of our survival and Nova’s sanity, no more pee references, sounds, or anything that could provoke feelings of need. At all.]
I thought for a moment. […Except from you, Nova. If you need to say something, say it, because apparently ‘our lives hang in the balance’.]
Nova gulped.
We descended further into the cavern, down the gradual slope into the earth’s center. It was beautiful, with the brilliant glow of forgotten lore, but a single thought bubbled into my mind as we traveled further down.
Step.
Step.
…I really should’ve gone too.
--- Sandy POV ---
I could feel it.
This burning inside me, quelled only by the gravitational pull of the earth, and the orientation of my core. If I could bear through the pain, I know I could maintain the position, and reach my goal without any alteration of my physical form.
The acid roasted my insides, burning through my stomach and chest, until at last-
“Urrrrrrp!”
Wigglytuff glared at me from across the room. [You’re disgusting.]
I grinned, my eyes watering. Wiggly grimaced.
What better way to enjoy a lazy Sunday afternoon than passed out on the couch, watching re-runs of the blooper reel from last year’s Elite Four contestants? I stretched, lazy snatching my two liter soda of choice, nearby polishing it off between myself and my equally glutinous companion. A bag of near-empty chips lay spilled across the floor, leaving a trail of crumbs from the ground to the soda, across my stomach, and slightly in my cleavage.
I looked down, and something poked me in the chin. I shifted, grabbing a rather large chip that had somehow coiled its way inside my top, and tossed it into my mouth.
[You’re so gross.]
[What?] I mouthed, my mouth full of mushed, cheese-flavored chips.
[Throw me the soda.]
I made a face. [Why? There’s like, backwash and spit at the bottom.]
[You can’t pee in my soda bottle! Oh my god, the bathroom is two steps away! Just get up and pee.]
[but I haven’t moved in hoouuurrssss…] Wigglytuff whined. [i’m not sure I remember how.]
[You’re the disgusting one.]
[Whatever, just toss me the bottle. I’m getting desperate!]
[You’d miss, and pee all over my loveseat.]
[WHAT did you do to this seat!?]
Suddenly, my theme started playing from the Battle Tower. I grinned, shifting around, and fetched my phone from my back pocket. It was Josh.
“What’s UPPPP, my vanilla lover?” I shouted into the receiver.
“Wow. I cannot believe I have reception here.” Josh chuckled on the other end, his voice fading somewhat, but still audible. “I, um, we need some help. We’re kinda stuck.”
“Aren’t we all.” I nodded, sipping some backwash from the two liter bottle.
“No, seriously-”
“Alright, I’ll help, but capturing Pokemon isn’t my forte, let alone Ancients. My advice would be to find something that knows Mean Look-”
“That’s not what I meant-”
“Well, it’ll help! Don’t want that Latios slipping out of your hands for the third time.”
“It…did, but that’s not important! We’re stuck in a cave!”
I scrapped some chip dust off my top, and licked it off my fingers. “What kind of cave?”
“Um, something Ancient-y and filled with Unknown. Mew said it was ‘The Resting Place of Gods and Fools’, if that means anything to you.”
“How are you trapped?”
“One way door.”
I stretched, inadvertently kicking a pillow off my sofa. “Yup. That’ll get ya.”
I’m near route 228; there’s an alcove to the south, near the river-”
“Put Mew on.”
“What?”
“Put Mew on – I need someone creepy-smart.”
“Um. Okay.” I heard the phone shuffle, and Mew answered. [Hello?]
“Awesome; I was worried pokespeak wouldn’t work through the phone.”
[it doesn’t; I’m communicating telepathically, across a distance of two hundred and forty-seven point six miles. Make your point quickly; this is quite draining.]
“Two hundred and forty-seven point six miles, you said?”
“Don’t round. How far away are you?”
[Two hundred and forty-seven miles and three thousand, one hundred, and twenty feet. And three inches.]
“Cool.” I smeared the number on my arm with cheese dust. “From me to you, what’s the angle, in respect to the north pole?”
[You mean the magnetic north pole?] Mew scoffed. I rolled my eyes. [it’s forty-six point three degrees, exactly.]
“Boom. Tell Josh I’ll be there in two.”
[Two days?]
“Minutes.” I grinned, hanging up the phone. [Hey, wiggly, you up for some spelunking?]
[Not particularly.]
[You’ll get to see Staaaatic!]
Wigglytuff groaned. [i’m not really feeling that sexy at the moment.]
[Too baaad!] I reached my Pokemon boxes through my phone, and brought out an Alakazam.
[Where to, my lady?]
[Teleport us to these coordinates, please!]
Wigglytuff’s eyes grew. [Wait! I still need to p-]
And everything disappeared. |
I was attempting to quote Lugia, but change the name on the quote (to quote myself instead). It didn't quite work. Anyway just read more story and stop makin' funna me ;_;
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Specificity is the road to madness.
My eyes glazed over a blinking cursor, taunting me with my own helplessness. Our company logo, ‘Jervus Tax Group, LLC’ didn’t line up correctly with our slogan.
The problem was in the code somewhere, I just didn’t know where. Between working on the website with Kevin, the entire thing was a tangles mess of plugins, PHP patches, and useless CSS. We had forty-seven different pages of code, not to mention our actual, physical HTML web pages, meaning that whatever error had occurred was nearly impossible to find.
Part of me wanted to just shut my eyes, and go to sleep.
Part of me wanted to pour kerosene on our servers, light them ablaze, and start this whole website over.
I felt a weight against my shoulders as someone hugged me from behind, draping themselves across my chest, and the back of my chair. “You look happy.”
I turned a tired glance to Kevin, who was inches from my face. “Dude. What the hell have you done to this site? Jervus wants this done today, and I can’t even center our stupid company motto.”
“That’s in the header, right?”
“Freaking maybe? It should be, but hell if I can find it.”
Kevin sat down at his desk beside mine, and stretched as the editor loaded. He was tall, nearly my height, and wore his brown hair to his shoulders. He always had a dopey grin about him, and despite his modest build, he was a ferocious eater. Many a new employee had lost their unmarked lunches to the endless void of Kevin.
“Here we go – it’s in the Header CSS, just like it should be.”
I rubbed my temple. “Why wouldn’t that be in Index, with the rest of the headers?” I scooted my chair to look at his monitor. “Plus, what on earth is that file extension? ‘HeaderSix5FinalLateNightDONESeriouslyIMeanItFinal2.css’?”
Kevin shrunk back. “I was tired.”
“How could anyone else possibly find that code?”
“I’ll fix it…”
“Good.” I crossed my arms, sitting back at my desk.
“TriloBite?”
I looked over at the tiny, snack-sized chocolate-bar that Kevin held in his hand. It was my favorite, and I knew he kept a stash of them in his desk for when he knew he really messed up.
He waggled the chocolate in my direction. I grunted, snatching my prize from his possession, and opened the wrapper.
Placated only for the moment, Kevin. I thought, munching on the delicious, crunchy mixture of pecans and dark chocolate.
“How’s your Pikachu doing?”
There were times where Kevin really annoyed me, despite his well-meaning nature. He was a complete novice at web design and development, and I had a sneaking suspicion that his internship experiences were a bit of an exaggeration. He caused me headaches and more work than normal, but ultimately, I liked the guy.
If anything, he made work more interesting. He was like a never ending podcast of absurd, surreal, and humorous stories, and could always make me laugh, even when I was absolutely livid with him. He also listened, which is a rare trait among friends. It was always pleasant running into him on my quiet walks in the park, and sharing a moment or two outside of work.
“She’s doing well. She’s getting out more, and I think she’s slowly warming up to Abby. We have another meeting with the therapist after work.”
“Oh, so you’re doing something tonight?”
I nodded. “Why?”
“No, no reason.” I shot him a questioning look. “Just, me and the others, it’s a work thing really, we’re gonna, you know, get some drinks, talk about…sport stuff.” He trailed off.
“Can’t tonight, but I’m fine rain-checking it. How’s Thursday night?”
Kevin swallowed. “W-well, I probably can’t convince everyone else…”
“Meh, screw ‘em. They don’t give me candy when I’m pissed.” I grinned.
“Just us then?”
“Sure.”
Kevin took a breath, grinning ear to ear. “Okay! See you then.”
---Volt POV---
“Why?”
I sat back in the chair, arms at my sides. Part of me clutched one of Dr. Thomas’ pillows, leaning against it, but also hugging it. I wanted it to be Chase, but I also didn’t want him hearing our conversations. It was…hard.
[i’m…not sure. I just like doing it, you know? Something about drawing him is…calming. Part of me is still scared of him – I know that’s wrong, and that he’ll never hurt me – but I’m just kind of scared of all…humans.]
[i’m not trying to be racist or anything-]
“Feelings aren’t racist. Only actions.” Dr. Thomas gave me a wrinkly smile, and returned to his clipboard. “Drawing him makes him less scary, then?”
[Well. A little.] I shifted. [it distracts me from feeling. I just focus on the art. On making sure that I got the shading on his chest right, or that his legs have the perfect amount of d-definition.]
“Definition, meaning shading?”
[No, l-like, muscular…wise.]
“Do you think about Chase a lot?”
[Well, yeah, of course, he’s my trainer.]
“Is that all he is to you?”
[Well, he’s my friend too.]
A friend you want to kiss.
A friend you want to pose for you, naked, so you can sketch him, and never forget the sight. That blond hair, gray eyes, and the way he talks, as if he can understand the world. You want all of him.
I shook my head. Just a friend.
A friend you want to hold you down, strap you to the bed-
I blinked, trying to return to reality. Dr. Thomas smiled knowingly, writing some notes on his clipboard. “Think on it, Miss Volt. I’ll see you next week.”
---Chase---
“See? This is what I love the most about Johto.”
The air was crisp, without a breeze to be had. The sun shone through the brilliant, blue sky, and a slight warmth filled the air. My breath still clouded in front of my face, but with a jacket and some jeans, I couldn’t ask for better weather. Volt agreed, snapping a picture of the patio, along with the colorful sky, and sent it to her friends.
It had been a few weeks since Volt’s therapist suggested I share my phone with her as a form of exposure therapy. She could go online, share her artwork and pictures, and chat with people that shared her interests. The internet was far from a safe place, but with some supervision, I thought some constructive communication could do her well.
She chirped happily, nearly bumping into my leg as we began down the forest path.
“Nicely done.”
She placed my phone in her satchel, and wrapped herself scarf more tightly around her neck, hiding her burns. She also wore a belt, which held a few of her necessities, such as a water bottle, some snacks, and her drawing notebook.
[Do you think we’ll see anyone walking today?]
“I don’t think so. Do you want to? We could say hi to the nice people with the Tododile.”
[Maybe…not today, though.]
It was understandable. She had spent most of the day with Abby, and the reminder at therapy. I could imagine how she would want some time alone, or in the very least, in silence.
We walked down the forest path, content in the tranquility that early spring provided. The water trickled by, now undeterred by the harsh winter’s chill, and flowed once more, past the trees and rocks, and down into the countryside.
We had walked a little more than two miles, when at last, I choose a spot. One blanket, two paper plates, and three turkey sandwiches later, we sat down, ready to enjoy an all-too-rare treat.
Volt smiled, face smeared with mayonnaise and mustard.
“Oh?”
[Yeah! It used to be kinda mushy, but ever since you’ve been putting the cheese on the bottom, it’s more…stable, I think.]
“Yeah, I saw that on the show! It helps preserve the consistency of the bread, since the sauces aren’t touching it.”
[You’re smart.] Volt gushed.
I grinned in reply, and continued eating.
We spent the evening that way, in conversation between bites of sliced sandwiches, potato salad, and homemade lemonade. I told her about work, and Kevin, and she told me about the friends she had made online, about her artwork, and theirs. She told me about her time with Abby, slowly learning to make different simple (yet tasty!) dishes, and coping with her own built-up anxiety in therapy.
“Do you like Dr. Thomas?”
[Yeah. He doesn’t…assume stuff, he just asks, it. I think he makes you answer your own questions, which is…important.]
I nodded.
[Would you, um, mind if I came with you and Kevin?]
[Drinking, you mean?]
[Y-yes.]
I had never brought Volt to a restaurant before, much less a bar, although there were usually plenty of Pokemon at the establishments. I had to remind myself that she wasn’t agoraphobic; she feared people, not their surroundings.
Maybe the bar at Thursday night would be the best fit. There wouldn’t be too many people, and the atmosphere would be more laid back.
“Sure.”
[Thanks.] Volt smiled, shifting against the grass. [Hey Chase? I, um, I need to pee.]
While Volt never seemed particularly hungry, usually finishing her meal with half of it still left on the plate, she was never sated when it came to drinks. Sodas, juices, or even bottles of water were no match for her tiny limbs. Even the lemonade I bought for the picnic, which I hoped would last us at least until the end of the week, sat empty by Volt’s paw.
“I was waiting for it; you drank all my lemonade! I thought that would at least last us a few more days.”
[Oh! It wasn’t all for the picnic?]
“No!” I giggled. “It’s fine; we can always make more, but I was surprised you were so thirsty.”
Volt blushed.
“Don’t worry about it, just go.” I laughed.
Volt gave a sheepish grin, and scurried off into the woods on all fours.
I bet you anything she’s going to have to go again before we get back to the house. I chuckled, relaxing against the blanket. She really took off, too. I wonder how bad she had to go?
She sat there, chatting with me, despite her growing desperation. Not wanting to interrupt the conversation, but nearly unable to quell her urgent need. She rocked back and forth, biting her lip, and bouncing up and down on the back of her yellow paws.
Then, at last, just as she couldn't take it anymore, she begged me for respite, unable to accept the humiliation should she pee herself all over the blanket in front of me. In a quiet whisper, she pleaded to leave, with one hand barely rubbing against the opening underneath her fur.
Just as I gave her permission, she darted into the woods on three paws, leaving small specks of urine as she tried to hold herself with the remaining paw.
[Not yet, not yet!] She begged, feebly holding back the flood, and trying to get a respectable distance away before the dam burst.
A spurt leaked out just as she cleared a fallen tree, her urine hissing loudly against the forest floor before she regained control.
[Oh god! Did he hear that? Please, just a little more…!]
Another gush ran against her paw, followed by another, quick spurt, as she pressed herself harder, moaning with need. The warmth ran down her thighs, to her legs, taunting her with blissful relief, just out of reach.
[Oh my god, I’m wetting myself. Come on, I c-can’t face him soaked in urine! Just, just a little bit more…]
One last wave of desperation doubled her over, and a thin yellow stream leaked down her leg. She sat down quickly, pressing against herself with both paws, tears threatening to spill down her muzzle. The stream only increased, dampening her fur, and gushing out into the foliage despite her pleas and cries otherwise. Her bottom was soaked, along with her bottom paws and coat, and her pee wouldn’t stop, pouring out into the grass beneath. A red blush covering her face; she would have to return-
“Chase?”
My eyes shot open in alarm, and I saw Kevin standing a few feet away.
“H-hey Kevin!” I swallowed, trying to hide any hints of obvious arousal. “Today is Tuesday, isn’t it? You walk your Bulbasaur today, don’t you?”
“Azalea? Yeah, normally, but she’s not feeling well.”
“Springtime?”
Kevin nodded, grimacing. “Anyway, how have you been?”
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---Volt---
Why do I drink so much…?
I held myself with a paw, stumbling against the overgrowth, and hopefully out of Chase’s earshot.
I felt way too close for comfort, turning from a comfortable four (this is fine, I’ll leave in a moment), to a seven (oh my god, I feel like I’m bursting!) in what felt like minutes.
I shivered as a wave of desperation passed, and leaned against a tree.
Whew, finally. Okay…
A tiny trickle leaked out before I stopped it, and I cringed in discomfort as I realized I was still wearing Chase’s belt. One of the loops wrapped a shade too close to my pee hole, meaning I might mess it up if I wasn’t careful.
I cringed, bouncing in place as I touched myself with a paw. My other limb looped into the cool metal ring, ready to force out the metal tooth and unhook the annoying strap of leather.
“Mmmmph!”
The belt was tight, made even worse by my now bulging bladder. I could feel my pee just barely contained within me, and a little on the outside, when I thought I was safe before. I gave out a tiny whine, struggling against the metal contraption, before my paw slipped off.
I can’t do this.
I need to get Chase to help me with this.
I need to get Chase to help me with this now.
I smashed my back paws together as another wave hit my bladder, doubling me over, and causing me to give a sharp, involuntary cry.
You can hold this. You’re a big girl. Just ask for help with the belt, then leave.
I dashed back to Chase, doing my best to ignore the cries of my jolting bladder, then instantly stopped dead.
Chase was with someone.
My blood ran cold, and I darted behind a tree. Who was he with? I peeked around, and I couldn’t identify the human. He looked tall, and strong, and filled my core with ice. I trembled, realizing one of my paws had snaked down to my core, plugging my pee hole.
He almost looked like the human that burned me. The way he wore his hair down to his shoulders, and the style of shirt he wore, without the sleeves.
I couldn’t breathe. My entire body shook, and I could barely move, only to peek out and witness their conversation.
I can’t go out there.
You HAVE to! You don’t have a choice; you’re about to pee yourself!
Just…just until he leaves! Then I can ask Chase for help.
You don’t have time!
I clenched my thighs together, staring helplessly at their conversation. The belt pressed against my stomach, further increasing my need, and I whimpered silently as an unknowing Chase spoke calmly to the stranger.
I waited.
Another wave pressed against my core, and I writhed, holding myself like a cub, with both paws in between my thighs.
You have to go out there!
I can’t!
I felt myself leak, just a few drops, against one of my paws. I trembled, feeling myself begin to cry, as I stood motionless.
You’re peeing yourself!
It was just a little!
Go out there! Now!
A spurt dribbled though my fingers, and leaked onto the tree roots below. I felt my tears run down my muzzle, as I realized I was about to completely lose control.
Just…move the belt. Maybe you can save it, at least a little.
O-okay…
I pushed the belt to the side as I felt more urine dribble out, followed by a loud, steady hiss. I quickly crouched down, lying exposed on my back, and peed against the tree, trying to make as little noise as possible as the pee ran down my coat, soaking my bottom half, and my tail.
“Volt?” I heard Chase ask, his deep voice reverberating through the woods. I bit my paw, stifling a sob, and remained silent.
“It’s been nearly half an hour; I should go look.”
“Need some help?”
“I’m sure it’s nothing, but thanks. See you Thursday?”
“Sure.”
The stranger waved, and continued down the path. Chase walked further down, a few yards from my hiding place, and yelled my name again.
[i’m…um…] I squeaked, embarrassed, soaked, and humiliated.
Chase looked around and spotted me, my backend higher than my front, leaning against the tree in an attempt to divert my pee away from the belt. I trickled to a stop, my eyes blurry with tears, and covered my face with my paws.
“Oh, gosh, are you alright?”
I choked.
“Shhh. It’s alright.” Chase whispered, kneeling down. “You’re alright. Did Kevin scare you?”
[That was Kevin?]
“Yeah, that was Kevin. He walks here sometimes. I’m sorry I didn’t warn you.”
I sniffled, wiping my nose with a paw.
Chase motioned towards my belt, and I nodded. With one motion, he unclipped the belt, and wiped it down with a napkin from his pack. He offered a few more to me, which I accepted, and I wiped myself down the best I could.
[i’m sorry I got your belt wet…] I mumbled.
“It’s okay. It’s just a belt.”
I held out my arms, and he hugged me, snuggling against my cheek. “I’m not mad. Accidents happen, and I understand you were scared. Let’s get you home, warmed up in the bath, and then we’ll relax with a movie. How about that?”
I nodded shakily.
“Awesome. I love you, you know.”
He held me as we walked back to his apartment, holding me against his forearms, ignoring the dampness against his hoodie. I swallowed, looking up, and feeling a hard knot in my throat.
[…Chase?]
“Mmmm?”
[Would…would you still love me, even if you can’t fix me?]
Chase stood silently, pressing my chest to his own in a warm embrace. I heard his slow heartbeat in his chest, and somehow protected in his arms.
He didn’t say anything, but I understood it well enough.
---Chase---
The water was warm, the bubbles were frothy, and the oh-so-dangerous drain was securely plugged. Volt got in the water, with her back against the bottom, and just her eyes and mouth above water.
Her eyes glazed over, but not in comfort. I could see her replaying the events in her mind as she stared into the stagnant water.
“You’re okay.” I assured, I rubbed a washcloth over her back.
Anyone that would utter those words to me when I was upset would face a verbal tirade of explanations of exactly how much of condescending asshole they were, but…
…She wasn’t me.
And the first time she had an episode, I remember her distinct words in my mind. Tell me I’m okay.
It wasn’t that she wanted me to give her a command, or to order her around. It was more…wanting assurance that she could be okay, someday. That, even though it felt as the world was collapsing at that moment, it wasn’t.
And that it would be okay.
She leaned against my hand, purring lightly, but I felt that it was more to appease me than true relaxation.
Was I a monster for enjoying this?
The thought made my stomach churn as I continued washing Volt’s coat, tracing the cloth against her side. A part of me wanted her to have an accident; to witness her humiliation, and to feel her pent up anxiety. I wanted to be there just as she reached her limit.
I still remember my heart pounding in my neck when I saw her against that tree, unable to stop herself. The way she apologized about my belt, or how that blush spread across her face.
But I’d trade it all for her to feel better.
I’ve never had much success in romance; the thought, honestly, has never appealed to me. For the longest time I thought I was gay; guys would always joke about boobs, or sex, and I never really ‘got it’. Naked pictures of girls never did anything for me. I did date a bit in high school, and though I enjoyed the companionship, I always viewed them more as close friends than potential lovers. I enjoyed conversations and philosophy more than kissing, and afternoon movies and cuddles over a mischievous, sultry night.
I suppose I was never really attracted to people. Sure, a well-dressed man, or a curvy female might catch my eye, but more for an artistic expression than for true attraction.
The only exception to this was desperation.
I couldn’t have enough.
It was the only thing that has ever aroused me. The only medium that made my heart race with need; a desire that I didn’t even know I could experience. Videos, images, and stories were one thing, but I had always yearned to see it, truly, with my own eyes. Experience it first-hand. And it was everything I wanted it to be; an experience I’d never forget
But at what cost?
[Thanks, I, um, have it from here.]
Volt took the washcloth from my hand, and began wiping down her lower-half. Her ears, back, and neck were harder for her to reach, thus the bath, but she could reach the rest of herself just fine.
Though I did wash her feet sometimes, because watching her squirm around the tub was hilarious.
I was almost tempted to, but the timing felt off. Volt finished cleaning herself and handed me the washcloth. [Can I have the towel?]
“Oh, are you done already?”
[Yeah, I just…want to lay down.]
Her eyes looked teary, but she didn’t cry. I gave her the towel, and she wrapped herself up, suddenly looking very human. It was instinctual for most Pokemon to shake themselves clean, but she didn’t, and instead methodically wiped her fur down, drying each limb individually, before hanging the towel on the sink.
[Do you mind if…we don’t watch that movie? I just...kind of want to be alone right now.]
“Sure.” I moved the towel, hanging it properly. “Do you need anything?”
[No, I’m okay.]
I drained the bath, making sure all of the items were as they were before, with the soap just left of the shampoo and right of the conditioner, and likewise with the rest of the bathing supplies.
I heard Volt close the door of her room with a soft click.
This…this would be hard.
---ooo---
This would be perfect.
Sautéed garlic and onions, hissed in the pan, glazing from their natural purple and tan hues to a glorious transparency. Their flavorful liquid sloshed in the pan, ready to be absorbed in the dish I had prepared for this evening.
Cooked broccoli and sprouts went into the dish, hissing against the heat of the pan, and sizzling with the combination of olive oil and the sauces from the previous ingredients. Next, I added the rice, a mixture of brown and white, cooked gently by my side, and still retaining the perfect amount of density and stickiness.
The mixture took on a beautiful brown, hissing beautifully as I added my meats; a combination of peeled shrimp and pulled chicken. I nearly spiced the dish, but stopped myself, quickly pouring my egg mixture against the top of the dish.
The eggs cooked quickly in the heat of the pan, contrasting the brown with a beautiful, airy yellow. Now, I added the spices: salt, pepper, some lime, a dash of chili powder, and way more soy sauce than should be safely used.
Perfect.
I turned the heat down, and walked to Volt’s room. From the inside, posters lined the walls, most detailing her favorite artists, but a handful featuring her favorite bands and stories, and a few of just breath-taking landscapes. She slept in a human bed, which used to be my own before I purchased one fitting my height, and decorated the floor with art projects featuring a wide variety of styles, though most in her favorite charcoal medium.
Of course, I didn’t see any of this, as her door was closed.
I knocked quietly, hearing the whispers of sad, heartbroken songs lament though the doorway. “Volt?”
No response.
“Hey Volt? Can I come in?”
[Okay.] Came a shaky reply.
I opened the door. Volt lay spread out against the bed, her arms drooped across the frame, and her eyes started up, past the ceiling. A small pillow lay clutched against her arm, and her face was red from crying.
I relaxed on the bed beside her, but she didn’t move.
“I made you stir-fry.”
[Oh, that’s what I smelled.]
“Did it smell good?”
[Yeah.] Volt shifted.
“Is it your favorite?”
Volt concentrated for a moment, scrunching up her face.
[Mmmaybe. I don’t know. I really like your soup, with the chicken and stuff in it.]
“Chicken Tortilla?”
[Mmhmm.]
My soul deflated somewhat; that ‘dish’ was from a can, but I couldn’t deny that it was, in fact, pretty good. Still though, I was somewhat pleased I cracked the top two, having only been cooking for myself for a few months.
“Do you want to go eat it?”
[Maybe in a bit.]
“Do you want to just lie here for a bit, first?”
[Mmhmm.] Volt sniffed, and wiped her eyes with a paw. [Can you stay with me?]
“Sure.” Volt offered a paw, and I accepted it. “As long as you need.” |
Stir-fry, brownies, kettle-corn, and fermented berries. Chase pulled out all the stops, treating me to my favorite dishes before at last putting on a movie and laying across the couch, with me comfortably on his chest. After some uncomfortable snuggling, I moved a bit lower, allowing his hand free access to perfect spot his hands found so easily at the base of my ears.
I purred contently with my back to his stomach. One of my legs twitched, kicking air. This was heaven. How was it that I could find a trainer so understanding? I shot an upside-down glance at Chase, and he gave a lazy smirk in reply, toasting me with his own red alcoholic juice thing.
Maybe this would all be okay, in the end. I was mortified of course, but Chase wasn’t the type to torment me. He’d probably forget all about it in a week or so.
I turned back to the movie. It was kinda hard to pay attention, with the pleasant fuzz of the berries calming my overactive mind, but I didn’t care. I could spend forever like this.
Suddenly, Chase’s hand felt heavier than normal. It moved from my scalp to my neck, putting pressure against my tiny frame as he continued his forceful massage.
[C-Chase? What are you doing?]
He didn’t reply. My breath caught in my chest as he touched my burn, and ignored my muffled cry.
My mind raced with memories of the people that hurt me; the way they held my neck, just like Chase was doing, and burned me with the metal rod. I trembled, breathing shallowly as his hand constricted my airways, and tears blurred my vision.
More than anything though…I didn’t want him to stop.
Some part of me loved being powerless from him. I was terrified, quivering, and slightly pained from him touching my mark, but I didn’t want this moment to end. I felt warm all over, from my chest, down to my core.
Slowly, his hand traced down my stomach. My fingers felt tingly, down to my arms center as he held me against his broad, massive chest. I swallowed hard, relaxing somewhat now that I could breathe, but still anxious of what was to come.
Was this it?
I would be lying if I said I hadn’t fantasized about this before. All those lonely nights, sleeping by myself in the enormous bed he gave me. Feeling the same tingles all over my body, and rarely – very rarely because I tried to be a good Pikachu – I would indulge the feelings, and quietly slip a paw into myself. I would always be quiet when I did it, silently thrusting against my palm when I was sure Chase was asleep, and felt the false warmth of his body against mine.
I felt the same sensation as he held me, hard, and my mind grew hazy with euphoria as he slid his hand further, to my lower stomach.
[Please t-touch me…!]
Slowly the haze faded, as his hand stayed steady against my stomach. Aching with arousal, I turned and faced Chase.
His eyes were closed, and his head was slumped against the sofa.
An angry blush crossed my face. Was I really this stupid? Mistaking the random movements of my sleeping trainer for the emergence of some lustful beast lurking inside him. He snored quietly, pressing me once again against his chest, and snuggled me close.
Still…
Feeling him against me…
I swallowed, sneaking my around his arm and down to my core. Not touching myself, just, just resting my paw.
I swallowed, my need growing as I felt his chest rise and fall. Slowly I slid a finger inside myself, barely grazing my clitoris as I squirmed in place. I tried not to think about what I was doing, right up against my trainer no less. I trembled, stopping for a moment, my paw still inside me and damp.
O-only perverts touch themselves…
But, it doesn’t count if I don’t actually, you know…
I continued slower than before, biting my paw to keep myself from moaning. Tiny cries sometimes escaped though; mixtures of pleasure and tensed silence as I continued feeling myself, circling my clit, and rubbing the side where I knew I loved it most.
Chase’s hand tightened around my stomach, and in the midst of my erotic fantasy, I realized-
Oh my gosh, do I need to pee again?
I had been going regularly every twenty minutes or so, terrified I would have another accident if I wasn’t careful. The urge was minor, and I brushed it aside and continued.
I was so close. I brushed up against the line over and over, edging myself into oblivion, but never allowing myself that last, sweet, blissful curve of my paw that would send me into pure ecstasy. I always stopped right before, crying into my muffled paw, and waiting until the sensation passed before continuing, softer than before.
I felt wet, wetter than I had felt by myself. I needed it so badly, with every part of my being. I couldn’t stop it anymore, even if I was a pervert, and even if Chase woke up and found out.
S-shit! I can’t, ah, aaah!
I felt a stream of something leak out of me, trickling down my thigh and onto Chase. I cringed, stopping whatever it was, but I felt the pressure grow stronger as my paw pressed harder against my core.
I can’t s-stop it!
Another gush escaped, dribbling out of me despite my attempts to hold it back. I whimpered aloud, feeling the warm liquid trace through my paw, and down my sides.
Was I peeing myself, again!?
I couldn’t stop it. More gushed out of me in a steady rhythm as the orgasm shook my body. I arched my back, biting my paw to keep from screaming as the every sense I had shut off, replaced with pure euphoria. There was nothing like this. I felt a vague sense of dread, and a warmth against the crux of my legs, and bliss.
My vision faded to normal, with my tiny heart still pounding in my chest. I had gotten it all over him. All over his shirt, down his stomach, and onto his couch.
Was it pee?
I sniffed it, and it smelled like pee, among other, muskier scents.
I didn’t even need to go that much? W-why…
I felt Chase’s familiar grasp on my stomach as tears once again threatened to fall down my muzzle.
Maybe I could just…pass this off as…another accident.
Maybe, like I was sleeping. Chase was still asleep, after all…
I tear traced across my cheek as I closed my eyes, shivering slightly at the damp sensation across my lower half. Morning was going to be hell…
---Chase---
“I’m concerned, is all.”
Dr. Thomas rubbed his aged forehead, smearing a bit of ink from his pen onto his scalp. I forced back a chuckle as he returned to his clipboard, likely writing critical notes, unaware of the tiny smear.
“Do you think its fear related?” I continued, swallowing my laughter in respect for the doctor, and legitimate concern for Volt. “I’ve been pushing her pretty hard to meet new people, and I know that’s hard for her. Maybe a more gradual approach-”
“I don’t think that’s the cause.”
I blinked. The doctor stood up, grabbing two glasses of water from his desk, and offering me one. “Volt has come a long way in a short time, but I don’t believe her anxiety is the cause of her incontinence.”
“Oh? What then?”
“First, know this: the trust of another is a difficult thing to earn, and only those that wish to change will benefit from any type of counseling.” Dr. Thomas took a sip, crinkling his inky forehead in thought. “While I hold patient confidentiality to the highest regard, you are her trainer, and thus have the right to see my notes.”
“Okay! What do you think?”
“She’s trying to appear more human.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Volt weights about 11 pounds, correct?” The doctor mused. “How much do you feed her, a day? Three meals of about one third of a cup?”
I swallowed. “Well…no...”
Dr. Thomas looked up from his clipboard, waiting for me to finish.
“I read t-that you could feed them normal portions-”
“Normal for humans.” He interrupted.
“Right, normal human portions, as long as it was once per day instead of three.”
“Now, if Volt were overweight I would disagree with that assessment, but considering she could stand to gain a pound or two, I’ll swallow my thoughts on the matter. However,” The doctor continued, “She’s also likely drinking more at once than she should be. A fourth of a cup would be your equivalent to drinking nearly a liter of water in a single sitting.”
“Oh, woah.”
“Now, Pokemon are more elastic than normal, and they can support more in them, but they also lack self-control. I’ve seen Pokemon, Pikachu especially, eat their weight in poffins and other garbage. This is where you, their trainer,” Dr. Thomas gave me a serious look. “Come in, and make sure you regulate their diet.”
I swallowed. “Noted.”
“However, this only solves a symptom of a larger issue.” The doctor clicked his pen. “She’s significantly more concerned about your view of her than any fear or anxiety she might possess. She’s trying to appease you. She’s trying to be more human for you, and reach out to more people for you.”
I looked to the side. “You think she’s infatuated with me, then?”
The doctor broke his professional façade, and chuckled. “After hearing about you for five hours this month, yes, I believe it’s a valid hypothesis. I think she seeks a relationship with you.”
“That’s likely.” I snorted.
“Does she repulse you?” The doctor gave me a serious look, and I shrunk back.
“No, it’s not that, I just-” I swallowed. “I’m not a bigot or anything, I’m not…really attracted to anyone.”
Dr. Thomas relaxed somewhat, and flipped to a new page in his clipboard. “What do you mean?”
Oh gawd.
“Just,” I sighed. “Ever since I was young, I’ve never really been attracted to anything. It’s not that I consider her repulsive, I just…”
“Have you been abused in the past?”
“No! Well, yes, but not, like, sexually. And it wasn’t intentional.” I shook my head. “T-that’s not important. Even before everything, I’ve had partners in the past, but I’ve never desired a…a sexual relationship, I guess.”
“Would you ever entertain the idea?”
I slouched further into the sofa. “M-maybe? I like the idea of an intimate friend, but I’m not sure I’m comfortable with the sexual connotation that a relationship entails.”
“Say it doesn’t entail anything. Could you be comfortable trying a relationship out, hypothetically?”
“…Sure.”
“With a Pokemon?”
I opened my mouth to respond, but I didn’t know how. What did I think? Was my aversion to sex the only thing that kept me from a meaningful relationship? I knew I supported out-of-species relationships, but it was always something I supported for other people. The thought of sexual intimacy with anything unnerved me, but without it…would I be comfortable?
“Think about it.” Dr. Thomas smiled. “I’ll see you and Volt next week.”
---ooo---
“It’s great to finally meet you!”
Azalea looked up at me helplessly, and gave a pained smile at Kevin.
Kevin shrugged sheepishly. [sorry, she doesn’t understand English. Mind using your-]
“Oh, sure, sorry! I hang around Volt too much.” I searched my bag, finding the small device buried in my collection of cords, and attached it to my ear. [There we are. Nice to meet you, Azalea!]
[Likewise.]
The atmosphere was quiet and cozy, with dimmed lights shining against the polished pine floors. In the corner, an older gentlemen played a deep, slow melody on a saxophone, nodding kindly as a younger female dropped some coins in his case.
I sat across the table from Kevin and his Bulbasaur, with Volt soon to be joining us after a quick (and I assumed pre-emptive) use of the restroom.
I took a sip of my chilled amaretto. [You know, when I imagined a bar, I didn’t think you meant a jazz-bar. This is nice.]
[Yeah! When I thought it was just us, I um.] Kevin swallowed, interrupting himself with a taste of his own, mixed cocktail. [Anyway, yeah, this is my favorite place. Really excited to meet, um, Volt, plus introducing you to Azalea.]
Azalea sneezed lightly, wiping her nose with one of her vines.
[use the napkin.] Kevin scolded.
[We’re out.] Azalia sighed, reaching over to the other table with her absurdly long vines, and yanked the entire table’s supply of napkins, setting the container by her side.
She sneezed again.
[spring’s been tough on us.] Kevin sighed.
Volt took this opportunity to dart back to the table, and sit by my side. She looked better than before; a chat with Dr. Thomas, and some time to think had really done her wonders, especially after the incident last night. It helped that most of the patrons here were Pokemon, with a few humans spread out. Volt even greeted the musician in the corner, which especially surprised me.
[Hey everyone.] Volt murmured, extending a paw to Kevin.
[Hello! Nice to meet you, Volt!] Kevin gripped her paw lightly.
[And hi, Azalea!]
[Hi!] Azalea sniffed. [i’d shake your paw, but my vines are super gross right now.]
Volt made a face. [Are you sick?]
[No, I just have really bad allergies.]
Volt giggled into her paw. [Aren’t you a Bulbasaur?]
Azalea gave her a tired grin. [Right? Apparently there’s a small chance to be born with a flower that you’re allergic to. Talk about the genetic short straw.]
Kevin frowned. [There’s nothing wrong with you.]
Azalea chuckled, rubbing an eye lightly with her claws.
Kevin tensed, forcing her foot back down. [Don’t. If you need to, just take another anti-histamine.]
[Do those work?] I asked.
[Not really. I’m more of a connoisseur than anything.] Azalea sighed, gulping two of the white pills. [Meet me again next winter; I promise I’m better company.] She reached up, rubbing her eye once more.
[ssstop it!] Kevin hissed, reaching over and, once again, forcing her foot back down.
Azalea growled. [Kevin I need to scratch it.]
[um,] I interrupted. [Are you guys okay?]
Kevin sighed. [Her condition isn’t common, but I was, um, able to see her biological mother. I don’t. I don’t want to think about it.]
[They itch!]
[she was blind, and I saw the pictures. She literally scratched her eyes out because she lacked the control and common sense to stop scratching you eyes, Azalea!]
[i’m just rubbing them! I’m not going to scratch them out of my skull like a crazy person!]
[Just stop. You’re-] Kevin pressed a hand to his forehead. [You’re giving me heartburn. I don’t want to think about it. Just stop: no hands/paws/claws near your eyes at all.]
Azalea grumbled, momentarily pacified by the concern of her trainer.
Kevin grumbled, taking a sip of his beverage.
I giggled despite myself. [Work has you stressed out? Between you eating everything in sight and creating the weirdest coding patches ever seen by mankind, I didn’t think you had time to worry.]
Kevin scratched his nose with his third finger, grinning slyly. [Hey, if it works, it’s not stupid, right? Anyway, no, that’s not what’s got me down.]
[What then?]
Kevin deflated.
My eyes widened, and I felt my breath catch in my chest. The room seemed to widen, capturing me inside as the edges of my vision began to fade.
Oh god. No. Nonono.
Kevin continued undeterred. [Which means Mabel, not-the-secretary-our-boss, is going to be even-]
[C-Chase?] Volt interrupted, hugging my side. [Are you alright? Chase?]
[What was the name?] I thought, my head connecting soundly with the table.
[Huh?] Kevin tilted his head.
[The name of the auditing company. What was it?]
[um, something something hyper-text something auditors? I think? The visual designing firm?]
[We don’t have a visual designing firm, that’s the virtual designing firm. They’re going to audit our code.]
Kevin’s face fell. [No, no. They’re, they’re going to audit our logos and stuff, right? Like, our pamphlets and brochures?]
There were no tears, just a terrible, sinking dread that creeped across my soul. The chairs around the tables were wrong. Kevin had set his drink wrong. The water spills on the table weren’t symmetrical, and Azalea had set her used napkins on the table in the wrong order. My chest tightened.
I’m going to get fired for this.
I’m going to lose everything for this.
Forty-seven pages of CSS and over two hundred different pages of HTML, all disorganized into separate network files, some of which are even on separate computers. Some even on my computer. We’re done.
I’m going to lose the apartment.
I’m not going to be able to afford Volt’s therapy.
I’m going to live on the street.
And I stared into oblivion, hyperventilating against the bar table. |
It was essentially the first three chapters, before I re-wrote them, found myself the most patient and understanding of editors (she reads this), and got serious about the story.
There have been a few deleted scenes (What happened to the Squirtle from daycare, more about Skarr's former Ditto lover), but I'll polish those and save them for a rainy day :3.
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---Wiggly---
The Battle Frontier.
Truly the best place on earth. On warm days there was a breeze, and on cooler days, the sun shone brightly in the sky. It never rained, and every day felt like a brand new promise of adventure.
It was no wonder humans settled here, building their monuments buildings that kissed the sky, and sliced the clouds. It was the perfect union of sea and land, and wind and earth. A true heaven.
And, of course, I was teleported away into some musty old cave.
[You didn’t let me pee first, you SATIST!] I shouted, my outraged cries echoing both in thought and force inside the cavern.
[You realize that it makes it harder to understand you when you’re speaking, right? All I hear is Wiggly Wiggly, Tuff! Tuff!]
Sandy waved at Josh, who gave her a look of absolute bewilderment.
I growled. [Can’t you warn me about these things before you do them!? What if I wanted to stay behind?]
[because you don’t have rights.] Sandy smirked. [According to the combined Johto, Kanto, and Sinnoh jurisdiction, since you have willingly agreed to be my Pokemon, you’re technically my property.]
[bullshit! I have rights!]
[Well, I don’t disagree with you. I’m just following the law.]
I fumed, trembling with my little paws.
[sandy!?] The red-headed trainer bawked. He looked her up and down, squinting in disbelief. [How-?]
[Teleportation. Did you expect anything less?]
Sandy went to hug whatever-his-name, but he flinched, and moved away. [How do I know it’s really you?]
[What?]
[What if you’re an illusion, or some type of twisted, fallen deity?]
Sandy shot him a look.
[Look.] Josh raised his hands defensively. [We’re in exploration mode, exploring a magical tomb, and you just teleported here, using a power I’ve never seen you use before. I’m not saying you’re a demon-]
[You think I’m a demon.] Sandy deadpanned.
[-but, erring on the side of caution, prove to us that you’re the real Sandy. Something only you could say.]
I bounced in place, accidentally jolting my poor bladder further. [saaan-dy! I have to pee!]
Sandy smacked her hand against her forehead.
Josh frowned. [Everyone knows that. If you could read my mind-]
[Like a demon…] She interrupted
[You would know that. You need to say something that’s totally you, that couldn’t be my own mind’s reinterpretation of-]
[Your bread tastes like unseasoned dough.]
Josh shrunk back. [What?]
[Your dough.] Sandy returned, advancing, and poking Josh in the chest. [The bread you made me after I was upset. I love you, and I love the notion of you making me homemade bread, but it tasted like warm nothing. Like tasting hot air.]
[Hot. Nothingless. Voids.] She booped Josh in the nose, driving her point home. [Convinced, you paranoid, sexy lunatic?]
[saaaandy!] I whined louder.
[For god sakes, Wiggly!] Sandy whirled around. [You’re a Pokemon! There are huge boulders all around us! Go nuts! Try to write your name or something.]
I pouted, swelling myself to almost double my normal size. [You know I haven’t gone outside in years!]
Static blushed, a shy grin crossing his face. [Well, actually-]
[You punched me in the tummy while we were battling! That doesn’t count, Static!]
Nova blushed. [You did?]
I shot the perverted tiny Charizard a well-deserved glare.
[Here, I can help.] Static offered. [it’s not that hard~.]
Static made an after-you motion with his paw, but Mew blocked his path. [if your tiny rodent mind forgot, this place is considered hallowed by the beings here, who won’t hesitate to eviscerate us – a rather nasty way to go – should we pollute their sacred grounds!]
[if commander buzzkill doesn’t mind, I’ll take my chances.] Static hissed. [Or let me remind you that this ‘tiny rodent mind’ destroyed the Elite Four, wrecked all eight gyms, and helped capture two Ancients, present company included. I’ll take my chances for whatever low-level scum tries to herd together and beat the arguable two best trainers in Kanto.
[Plus, come on man.] Static shot pleading look towards me, then back to Mew. [i need this. Be a bro. And not just because you want to be.]
[is that a shot at my preferred gender?] Mew’s eyes shone white. [i’ll smite you where you stand, you insolent rat!]
[That’s enough, you all!] Josh shouted, standing between Static and Mew.
Mew huffed. [it’s no fault of mine that your primitive language doesn’t yet contain the vernacular for the concept of a gender-neutral entity without resorting to the same pronoun as common objects!]
[Pick a side, ya creep!] Static shot back.
Josh knelt down, and lightly flicked Static’s nose.
[Ow…!] Static’s eyes softened, filling with tears. [W-what was that for?]
[You didn’t listen, and you’re being close-minded.]
Static covered his nose with a paw. [You know I’m s-sensitive there…]
[And I’m making a point. Mew: no smiting mortals, no matter what they do.]
[i’ll consider it.] Mew growled.
Josh pulled Mew’s tail, making him eye level with the now somewhat irate trainer.
[Don’t test me, boy.] Mew hissed, glaring into Josh’s eyes. [i’ve witnessed the creation and destruction of countless worlds. I have seen stars wished into being in an existence of only black, and miracles of life performed upon a slate of nothingness. You are a smote of dust-] Mew spat, [that has had the pleasure and luxury of traveling with a being of my power. A mere fraction of my will-]
Josh continued staring Mew down.
Mew swallowed, and looked towards the ground. [sorry.]
[it’s alright.] Josh scratched Mew’s head lightly. [Now, three points to whomever can figure out a solution to our collective problem without the aforementioned nasty evisceration.]
Nova raised a timid hand.
[Yes, Nova?]
Nova stumbled forward. [Well, I was thinking: where did the Ancients use the bathroom?]
Josh opened his mouth, then closed it, and turned back to Mew. [um?]
Mew shrugged.
[Maybe…they just held it?] Static offered.
[That doesn’t seem physiologically possible.]
[You’re not helping the situation, Wiggly.] Sandy sighed
I danced in place, deflating slightly as I looked into the dark, descending cavern. [No, but really! We can argue what to do for forever, but I reallyreally need to pee! Even if this Ancient whatevers actually gets mad at us for, you know, we’re not going to have an option much longer! Let’s just keep going-] I winced at the word ‘going’, [And hopefully some more options will open up the further we go inside.]
Everyone looked at each other wordlessly.
[Any better ideas?] Josh asked. He was met with silence. [Alright then. Wigglytuff, lead the way!]
I’m going to pee myself in this stupid cave… I thought, trying to waddle forward with my bottom paws slightly crossed.
---Static---
If there was a heaven, this was it.
Let me tell you, I have no idea why I even felt like this. I wasn’t even into the whole desperation thing before Josh introduced me to it back when he still went to school, but ever since, I couldn’t get enough. We used to do hold-it challenges while he sat in class, with Josh holding himself under the desk while I clutched myself in his backpack. Before I met Wiggly, I used to steal Josh’s phone just to search for pictures of desperate Pikachu, and let me tell you, the internet here in Kanto is a goldmine.
Still, nothing compared to seeing Wigglytuff, my girlfriend, teetering on the edge, walking in front of me, trying her best to keep in in. Personally I didn’t believe in the whole ‘spooky monsters are gonna hurt us if we pee’ thing, but hell, if it kept her desperate, who was I to speak up?
She doubled over for a moment cursing, then scurried ahead.
Skarr used to call me a tubby chaser, ‘Purely in jest I assure you’, and though it always pissed me off, he wasn’t all…wrong. I loved the way she bounced when she walked, and it made me drool the way she inflated a bit whenever she got mad.
Myst called it a loon fetish. I called her a bitch.
[statiiiiic! Stop bumping into me!]
[Oops. Sorry babe.]
Wiggly gave me a frustrated glare, though I wasn’t sure if it was at the word ‘babe’, or the totally accidental bump.
We traveled further inside. It was dark, but with the soft blue mysterious blue light shining against her fur provided all the illumination I needed.
T͝h͟͢͢e̢̧ ͝or̷͘͝i̸̧g̶̨in͞a̷̴t̀͝ion̵̕ ͢o͢͝f̨̀ ̛t̵̸̢h̶̨e̡͘͏ ̶͘par̷̶̵t̡̀i͜t̷͠i̢̕͝o̢n ̸o̢͞f͏͠ ̴t̷̨ho̶u̡͟gh̡́t͘ ͏a҉̨͜n̸̵d̀͞͝ ̸̢be͏i̧͡͡n̴̡͞ǵ̵͏.̵-
My ears perked, and I looked around. Wiggly was likewise startled, and scanned the walls.
[What was that?]
I gave Josh a helpless shrug, still looking around. Mew closed his eyes in concentration.
Ţ͢h͘͡è͘͢ ̷O̵͜n͢e ̕͢o̶̡f͟ ̶̡͝M̧a͘ń̢y͘ ̛͡c̕͢o͢m͢p̀r҉e̷hen̵d̢s͟͡ u͘s̀͞.̧
͟
̢͟W҉o̡ul̕͢d it͝͡ ̸t̸̨h̕ŕ͜͝e͜ą̸tę̵͞n̸ ̢̡tḩ̛è͢ R̀e͝s҉̵t̸e̸d̵͟?̢
̵͟H̵̨͞e̴̡̛ ̡̀͢st̛i͝r̷s͠.̷̧
Josh held his head. [First one to find that ringing and stop it gets to pick tomorrow’s rations.]
Mew turned. [You can’t hear them speak?]
[What?]
Th̨̀͟è̸҉ ̸Ó͜n̛͢è͜ ̷͠W̵h̵̸͡o͞͝ ̶L̨o͢v͜es ͞f҉i̵̷̢r҉̛s͞t̡̛͘.
͞͡
̛Tḩ̨͟é͠ ̷̢Di̧̢s͜c̨o̕͠r̶̀ḑ͘͟a̴n͏t̛̀ ̛͝O̷n͏eş̷?̨̢̀
̶͜
̧T̵̵h̵҉e̵ D̷̸̨r͏́͟a͜g̨͟ò́n̷̵ ͏̡a̸n҉d̶͟͠ ͏͡T̶̵h̸e ̧́F͝a̵͢͢ls̡͜͠e̷͘͠ ̀̕C͏҉ŗ͠͝eą͞ţoŗ͞.
Mew held his head. [They’re…they’re referring to us.]
[Who are they?]
[The sigils.] Mew groaned, wincing in pain.
The ringing grew sharper in my ears, and I covered them with a paw. Wiggly did the same.
K̛҉il̡͢͡l̢ t̡h̢e͟m̴̴.͏
̀͡
͢T̵̢h̴͠e͘i͜͟r҉͝ ̧́b͡͏l̷̨͠ò͢͜ò͟d̕ ̀w͞i͞l̕҉l̡͘͢ ͡p͝o̶͟͝l̵l͏̛u͞t̀e͏͟ ̵̀͘t̴hí̛s g͞ŗo̢̧u̕͢͞ǹd͟?
̀͜͜
D̴͞͝iv̵̸ide҉ ͜͟t̶h̡e͏m̵.͘
Suddenly, the ringing was gone. I pushed myself off the ground, the taste of dirt-musk still on the edge of my tongue.
There was only darkness.
Whatever light supplied the glowing lines across the cavern was dampened, and nothing penetrated the black surrounding me. My nose was useless; still caked with dirt.
[Josh!?] I called out, giving a quick cry alongside it, and hearing it echo across the cavern. I wiped my nose, trying to regain my senses. [Wiggly? Sandy? Nova?]
[static?] A feminine voice answered.
I darted forward in the darkness, crashing into a familiar, warm body. [Wiggly!]
[Don’t squeeze me there!] Wiggly huffed, shoving me away. [Now I can’t even see!]
I couldn’t see her expression, but I assumed she looked less than pleased. […Pass.]
I stood quietly for a moment. [You could totally pee if you wanted.]
[static!]
[s-Static!] Wigglytuff hissed, her bouncy footsteps echoing in the cavern. She gave a quick cry.
[Are you okay?]
“No. It hurts.” She replied, in her familiar jaded speech. “I’m really, really close. I drank way too much. I’m not wet yet, but I’m going to be reallyreally soon if we don’t get back to Sandy!”
“How long do you think you have?”
“I-I don’t know.” She gave a soft whine. “Not long?”
“Have you held it longer before?”
“Once…” Wiggly swallowed. “But I didn’t really make it…”
“What happened?”
I heard Wiggly begin to walk ahead, and I kept up just behind her. “Well…Sandy had been in battles all day because of some stupid holiday thing, and she left me at the daycare, which, since it was sunny, was a mostly outside place, with only one bathroom for humans.”
“Racists.”
“Well, actually they let Pokemon use it, but it was broken at the time since a Nidoqueen tried to use it for laughs.”
“Oh.”
“Anyway, she left me there for seven. Freakin’. Hours.” Wiggly groaned. “She could have just stuffed me in her pokeball, but oh no, I needed to go out more, or make new friends, or whatever, so there I was! Seven hours of paw-crossing, and holding myself pathetically. I actually had to…” She stopped for a moment.
“What?”
“Well, I um, I tried hiding outside and touching myself, because I thought it would distract me.”
Oh my gawwwd this is so hot.
“Did it?” I asked.
“Not really. I couldn’t concentrate.”
“Why didn’t you just pee outside, like everyone else?”
“I’m not a wild Pokemon, Static! I can’t…I just c-can’t do that.”
“So what happened?”
“I just held it, for as long as I could. I did everything I could think of, shifting around, sitting with my paw pressed against myself, until I just hand to hold myself openly until Sandy came. I told her immediately of course-” She stooped suddenly.
“Wiggly?”
“Sorry, I just…I really have to go.” She winced. “Anyway, I told her immediately, and we ran to the nearest restaurant, but it was closed once again due to the stupid holiday. We had to go all the way back to her apartment, two freaking miles, and half-way, I started to, um-”
My eyes were barely adjusting, and I could scarcely see her outline walking painfully in front of me. One of her paws pressed against her groin, while her bottom paws clenched together, pressing against one another as she walked.
“I s-started peeing a little.” She confessed, now rubbing herself slightly. “And I couldn’t stop it. It wasn’t a lot, but I couldn’t walk very fast or more would spill out. The elevator to her room was torture, and I got even more on myself, in between my legs, and a bit on my feet. I didn’t make it to the bathroom before I just p-peed everywhere, all over her floor. I tried to run into the bathroom, but by the time I got there I was pretty much done.” She covered her face with a paw, with the other still holding herself. “It was…super embarrassing.”
I giggled. “That’s super hot.”
Wiggly tensed for a moment, then held herself harder with her paw. “You, Sandy, and the rest are all super weird.”
“Sandy? Did she ever mess around with desperation stuff?”
Wiggly snorted. “Are you kidding? I could write novels about the situations she put herself into. She’s the most masochistic of them all.” |
:X *pleads the fifth*
------------------------------
---Chase---
I had almost forgotten what this was like.
The clenching in my chest, like a fist around my heart. The dread. The bile burning inside my throat, and the thoughts that assured you that, no, you were not going to be okay.
I would lose everything.
I would lose Volt.
I would have to move back in with dad.
Do you remember what he did? When you couldn’t fight back? How he shoved you into that corner? Can you still feel his grip on your wrist as he wrenched your arm backwards? As you begged for him to stop?
That moment when you were at your weakest.
That moment you heard yourself break.
That moment of the purest form of pain.
That moment where-
[Chase!]
My vision blurred back to reality, and I choked back bile. Volt scurried across the tile floor, and hugged my shoulder.
“Wrong bathroom…” I tried to joke, mouth still burning from the acidic taste in my chest.
[Chase…] Volt cooed, squeezing me tighter. [Look at me. It’s going to be okay!]
“It’s not. I’m about to be fired. I’m about-” I returned my attention to the ivory bowl and dry-heaved. “I-I’m…”
[Has it happened yet?]
“No, but-”
[Then stop.] Volt commanded. [Look at me.]
Shakily, I obeyed.
[Just breathe for a second.] Volt whispered, petting the top of my head. [Don’t think. Don’t force yourself not to think, but don’t, like, don’t think what if. Just feel. What do you feel?]
“You rubbing my head?”
[What else?]
“My…throat hurting? Nausea?”
[What else?] She urged.
“…Embarrassed I ran off to the bathroom.”
[Physically. What else?]
“The…feeling of the tile against my knees?”
[What else?]
And we continued. Each time she asked, I challenged myself to find a new sensation. From the tears across my cheeks to the clenching of my fists, I became aware of what I was doing. She described it as awareness therapy.
Because anxiety was only half mental. The other half was how we treated ourselves.
[What else?]
“You.” I smirked, rubbing my hand against her ear.
She smiled. [better?]
“Better. Plus, I have an idea.” I washed my face in the sink, then did the same with my mouth. “Though it’s not a great idea, and won’t really-”
[shhh.] Volt stopped. [What’s the idea?]
“Let’s get back to the table first.”
We returned and took our seats. Kevin sat with his bill signed, giving me a look of concern.
[You okay?]
[As okay as I’ll be.] I nodded. [We’re in serious shit.]
[Apparently.]
[Do you have any plans for the weekend?]
[um, my cousin’s getting married-]
I cut him off with a slice of my hand. [Cancel. Give them your extreme condolences. You’re mine for the weekend.]
Kevin’s face turned red. [b-beg your pardon?]
[We’re going to fix the website this weekend. You and me. I’m going to teach you to code-] Kevin looked as if he would respond, but I shut him down with a strong glare. [-Really code, then we’re going to learn proper file organization, and then we’re going to build a website in less than three days.]
Volt turned to me. [Can you do that?]
[We’re about to find out. Kevin, you’re going to drive us to Jervus’, and we’re going to get the files we need to work off of. Then-]
Kevin yelped. [We’re going to break in and steal confidential company files!?]
[Where was this sense of justice when you forged your resume, then lied about it?]
Kevin swallowed, and shrunk back.
Azalea took his place, pounding the table with both her front paws, and rising herself to meet my eye-level. [Hey! Shut up! Kevin’s really smart!]
[He is.] I responded. [Do you know how smart I think Kevin is? I think he can learn an entirely new skill set in a fraction of a weekend, and then use said skillset to insure that we don’t end up on the street. I think he’s a liar, but I also think he’s smart, and that he’s a hard worker.]
Azalea nodded. Kevin looked to the side, blushing with a mixture of pride and guilt.
I drew everyone in. [Now, here’s the plan. We go to Jervus’ now. We get the files. On our way back, I’m going to call my sister Abby. She’s going to take care of the stuff we need for the weekend. Someone to look after Volt and Azalea, get us food because I’m almost out, and most importantly, caffeine. We’re not sleeping this weekend.]
Kevin swallowed.
[Oh, you’re certified?]
[Yeah.]
[And are you alright with that, Azalea?]
The sniffly Pokemon nodded. [Oh yeah. I’m not great under pressure.]
[same.] I scoffed. [Okay, that’s settled. Return her to her Pokeball, then. We get home, I start working, and I’ll give you,] I pointed to Kevin. [A set of tasks to get started. Let’s go.]
---ooo---
Jervus Tax Group, Six PM. Fifty-four hours until the end of the weekend, sixty-two if we had to work Monday morning, just before we came in. I swallowed, swiftly unlocking Kevin’s bright blue dinged up car.
Volt trailed by my side, as did Azalea and Kevin.
[Alright. If anyone asks, and no one will, but if anyone does,] I took a breath. [We’re just here to ensure that we backed up everything to the server correctly. I have a terabyte hard drive I have by my desk; we’re going to use that to take all the files, and then leave.]
“…Chase?”
My blood ran cold. With the gaunt of a skeleton, a yellow-hooded individual snuck out from behind a car. An Ekans followed him, mimicking the curve of his spine as he walked, too tall for his own frame.
“God. Travis?”
“And what would you be doing here, old friend?”
He stunk like cigarettes and poor life choices. The last I had seen of Travis was high-school.
I still remembered him selling knives to kids at recess. His haunting shadow blotting out the sun as he held them in front of my face, his deals never exactly sounding optional.
I remember loathing him. I hated everyone who associated themselves with that creep; the way he snuck around corners, and evaded the teaching staff. He knew my feelings too, and snuck ipecac in my drinks, and spread rumors about my sexuality.
I tried not to let it get to me.
I tried to be the better person. To take the high road. I tried to be the person my little sister looked up to, and the person my mother was proud to recommend as a tutor to all the younger kids.
But he was the one that broke me.
And I did something terrible.
And I got him expelled.
The last I knew of him, he was in jail for drug-dealing. He never finished school. Now, here he was – the living ghost of my sins.
“It’s been so long!” Travis grinned, his teeth stained yellow. “Come ‘ere, give me a hug!”
I flinched, shying away. Behind him, his Ekans cackled.
Kevin tapped my shoulder. [That’s the computer guy! From the visual design firm.]
[Virtual design firm.] I corrected, with a trace of venom.
[Right, sorry!]
Travis leaned against Kevin’s car, lighting a cigarette. “What brings you to this shit-hole, shit-hole?”
“I work here.” I growled, moving past.
“Work here? It’s after hours.” Travis purred. “As the head of digital security, I feel the need to inform you that such a trespass would be extremely unsafe. Could you imagine what one worker could do to the servers if they were unsupervised? It would be a massive security risk.”
“I just f-forgot my bag!” Kevin offered.
“Then it’ll be waiting for you when you get back, on Tuesday.” Travis smirked. “Until then-”
“You work in digital security, not physical!”
Travis gave me an interested gaze.
“Are you seriously blocking me from entering?” I raged. “This is my office building! I’ll have you arrested!”
“Is that so?” Travis drew closer, his Ekans close behind. “The average time for a police arrival is two minutes. Poison, however, has a much quicker on-set time. What was it, Violet?”
[One minute seven seconds.] Ekans hissed.
“And that’s for Pokemon. Could you imagine your soft, human flesh?”
Volt trembled with rage, clutching her sides.
“That’s adorable. Does she want to fight?” Travis asked, jutting his cigarette butt in Volt’s direction. “Go ahead, heal her all up. I want to make sure that, when I destroy you, it was all fair-in-square.” Travis looked Kevin up and down. “And look, we even have a witness.”
“I’m not going to fight you.” I growled. “Just let us in.”
“Or what, Chase? You’ll throw up on me? Organize my locker? Clean off my desk?”
My fists clenched at my sides.
“Oh wait.” Travis grinned, pointing towards Volt and me. “You don’t have a license, do you? You’re not even a trainer! I bet that tiny Pikachu of yours can’t even use electricity, can he?”
[She.] Volt spat.
“Sorry; you all look the same to me. Not exactly feminine.” Travis shrugged. Volt only responded with another growl. “Wow, she really can’t shock anyone, can she? Pathetic.”
Kevin walked forward, nose-to-nose with Travis. “Back off.”
“Or what? You want to fight me, faggot?”
Kevin pushed Travis into his car. In a second, Ekans body-slammed Kevin in turn, causing him to go airborne, and crash back on the hard cement.
Kevin cursed, groaning against the ground.
“See? Now, you could press assault charges, and I could say I was just guarding Jervis’ from rogue employees…” Travis began. “…Or, we could just go our separate ways. You could even tend to your boyfriends wounds, back at your place. Start with a sensual massage, work your way up to his dick. You know. Casual.”
“Piiiika!” Volt cursed.
“Right back at you, dude.” Travis grinned. “Go on, get lost.”
I tried to put my arm around Kevin, but he waved me off. “I’m fine…”
“You sure?”
“Yeah…”
With one last expressive gesture with our lengthiest finger, we drove off.
"Damn it!” I whispered, then repeated the curse louder, and louder. “What are we going to do!?”
“That guy is an ass!” Kevin hissed. “He’s lucky I didn’t side-swipe him with my car!”
[What an ass!]
“And the freaking files! How are we going to get them?” I pounded my head against my hands. “God, I guess we could break in at night – he wouldn’t guard them that late, you think?”
“The files!” Kevin exclaimed, giggling like a madman.
“What!?”
“The files! You were pissed at me for the files!”
“What are you talking about?”
“I saved some of the files to my computer, remember? When the network’s memory was full? You were pissed!”
I shook my head. “Those aren’t the only files we need.”
“Right, but, they link to all the OTHER files! We can follow the extensions!”
My face whitened. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah! I’ve done it before.”
“God, Kevin. That’s a huge security risk.”
“Right?” He giggled. “Don’t worry – I’m sure you’ll be there to teach me how to do it better. Call your sister to get the stuff; I’ll drive home and get my laptop. No sleep weekend, here we come!”
---ooo---
All the files were there.
Client names. Addresses. Social Security numbers. Everything.
I swallowed. “Well, we have our way in, assuming we don’t get arrested first.”
“Don’t get my brother arrested.” Abby ordered, placing an energy drink my Kevin.
“O-okay.”
“Thaaaank you!” I shouted to Abby. “You’re the BEST! I love you, and I value you as a unique and empowered individual, and not just as an entity in which grants me food and occasional beverages.”
She grinned. “Shut up and code, code-monkey.”
“That’s fair.” I slouched, looking back at my screen.
The file extensions were there. Everything we need was there. I pulled up my web design tools, ready to create a clean slate.
Fifty-Three hours.
“Hey Volt, you wanna chill at my house while the boys play with their computers?” Abby offered.
Volt hesitated, turning to me. [Will you be okay?]
I knelt down, and stroked a hand down Volt’s back. “You helped me before, and that was huge. I’ll be honest – I’m probably not going to be okay. This weeked is going to be really hard on me. But, I can do it.” I turned to Kevin. “WE can do it. And we need to focus to make it happen. If something happens and you want to come home though, you can.”
Volt smiled.
“Okay. Have fun with Abby then.”
“We will.” Abby grinned blowing me a kiss. “Don’t kill yourself! Remember to sleep and eat sometimes!”
The door shut. Kevin turned to me, half-way through his first CSS assignment. “Sleep? Does that mean we’ll get to sleep?”
I turned to my blank computer screen, and begrudgingly selected ‘create new hypertext document’.
“No, Kevin,” I sighed, the empty white document staring back. “No it does not.” |
---Volt---
“I’m surprised you like walks at night.”
[Really?]
“Yeah. I thought you would be…nervous, I suppose?” Abby scanned the area. “I used to be terrified of the dark. Or, at least, what I thought could be in the dark.”
Volt shook her head. [i’ve always loved the night. It’s tranquil and quiet, in a way daytime never really is. Plus, there’s less people around. No offense, of course.]
“It’s not offensive to have a phobia.”
[still though, I feel like it’s rude.]
“Well, are you scared of me?”
I stopped for a moment, sitting on the curb, under a flickering lamp. The streets glistened with freshly fallen rain, still pooled on the streets. My breath fogged in front of me as I gazed ahead at the glittering lights of human civilization in the distance; the greens and reds against the black pavement, and the warm yellows of their unnatural, beautiful light.
Some Pokemon never fell into human culture. They experienced a permanent type of culture shock that never truly goes away. They remain wild, even if some of them really do love their trainers. Their hearts are forever torn, left in a place between realms; the unforgiving wilderness, and the human settlements of ten-thousand tiny rules.
That wasn’t me, though.
I loved humanity. I loved the warm smell of coffee in the morning, the snug coat made tailor-fit to me, and the warm bed to call my own. I got a rush with every new friend I made online, and found no greater joy than the finished work of my next so called masterpiece. I loved this culture, the technological advancement, and the way everyone interacted so seamlessly.
I loved humanity.
But I feared humans.
When I cross the street, I still feel the cold clutch of panic inside my heart if someone walks too close. As if they’ll grab me and take me away, burn me, cut me again and again, and leave me bleeding on the street.
I grabbed my coat tighter.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to...”
[Don’t worry about it.] I smiled. [it’s…gonna happen. I can’t really turn it off.]
Abby frowned, staring into the black water. “So. You are still scared of me?”
[i’m scared of everyone.] I sighed.
“That’s…that must be exhausting.”
I scooted closer to the curb, wiggling my feet in the open air. [Though, when it gets really bad, it’s awful. I saw someone wearing the same shirt, and it felt like it was happening all over again. I couldn’t breathe, and I…] I blushed, choosing to leave out some key details. [it was super bad.]
“Sorry.”
I shrugged. [Do you believe in god?]
[Of course!]
[Me too.] I nodded.
“I’m sorry you have to hurt.”
[Pain is temporary, I think.]
“I certainly hope so.”
I turned to Abby. Her eyes looked misty, reflecting the lights of the water and the streets.
[Are you okay?]
“No.” She shrugged. “But some days it’s okay to be not okay. I’ll still be not okay next week, and I can deal with it then.”
I scooted closer, hugging Abby’s leg. [What’s wrong?]
Abby leaned to the side, cupping my ears in her hand, and stroking my scalp. I felt her tremble, and merely offered my warmth for support. She didn’t answer for some time, but I felt a tear drip on my head.
“O-oh, sorry.” She sniffed.
[it’s okay.]
“It’s, um, work. My s-stupid boss fired me.”
[What for?]
“It’s…!” Her voice cracked, and she took a breath. “I wanted to meet some clients face-to-face, and he wanted me to work on phones. Cold-calling, and stuff. I just-! I can’t sit still that long. It drives me insane. I have to move, or do something else!” She slammed a fist against the sidewalk. “When he forced me into that little cubicle, I couldn’t stop fidgeting, getting up to pee seven times an hour, just as an excuse to walk around a bit. I tried explaining, but…”
Abby slumped. I joined her, leaning against her leg. “When there are ten-thousand other unemployed sales people in the world, you’re easily replaceable. The question isn’t ‘how can I make you your best’, it’s ‘How easily can I r-replace a b-broken worker...”
[You’re not broken.]
“Hah. Well, thanks.” Abby wiped her eyes with a sleeve, and turned to me. “Enough about stupid work stuff. Any tragedies in your life you want to talk about?”
[Well. I think I’m in love with your brother.]
Abby blinked, biting the inside of her lip. “Seriously?”
[Yeah.]
“How long?”
[A few months, I think.] I swallowed.
My heart raced inside my chest. I wasn’t sure what compelled me to be so honest, but it felt good getting it out into the open. In truth, I wanted to say it to Chase, not Abby, but if anyone could give me advice it was her.
“Wow. Wow. That’s heavy.”
[Yeah.]
We sat in silence for a few moments as Abby stared into the clear black waters.
“Have you told him?”
[Not yet.]
“Are you?”
[Do you think I should?]
Abby took a deep breath. “Volt…Chase hasn’t always been the most receptive in terms of…romance.”
[What do you mean?]
“I just…” Abby sighed. “Don’t get your hopes up, or…build him up to something he’s not.”
[You don’t think he feels the same.]
“I didn’t say that.”
I scooted off her leg, and looked her in the eyes. [but that’s what you meant, isn’t it?]
Abby closed her eyes, and swallowed painfully. “Yes.”
I slumped on the sidewalk, hot tears on the edge of my eyes. Duh, I thought. He hasn’t taken a partner in all the months we’ve been together. Why would he want me?
“I’m sorry, Volt. I didn’t mean-”
[No.] I sniffed. [You were honest. That’s…that’s all I wanted.]
She scooped me in a hug, which I graciously accepted. My heart was broken, but somehow, it felt as if one day, it could be whole once more.
---Travis---
[We could troll the Arcade! Steal quarters from the little punks outside, and see who’s the better fighter. I’d bet I’d win. My thumbs would be faster!]
“I’m really not in the mood.”
[Oh! How about a movie? There’s this one about a jungle, with this human who thinks he’s a Pokemon, and it’s supposed to be really, really good, and-]
I took a drag, pressing the butt against my couch. “Pass.”
[Did that Chase guy really mess you up? Come on, Travz.] Violet shifted forms into myself, and sat on my lap. Was that really how my hair looked? “Come on. You’re not yourself. Hey, I know! Let’s stalk that building in case he comes back! I can transform back into Ekans, and I’ll bite him this time! Not enough to kill him, but maybe paralyze him a little? Physical therapy? Would that make you happy?”
I looked up at my Ditto with a huff. “It’s not that idiot Chase.”
“Then what is it?” My alter asked, staring at me with my own eyes. “You weren’t this bluuggh before.”
“He just-” I grimaced. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Violent shifted into Ariel, my crush from Senior year. “Oh? Come now, Travy-Travz. Not even for me?”
“Don’t do that.”
“You love it.~” Violet squeezed her breasts together, bobbing up and down.
“I’m serious. Just turn back to normal.”
“Fine.” Psudo-Ariel complied, turning back into a warm pile of purple water-balloon consistency pudding. [but then tell me.]
“He just, he reminds me of a different time, I guess.” I sighed. “Back in school, I could be anything. Maybe I would be an artist, or something. Everything was brighter back then. Futures. Possibilities.”
[but you’re a computer programmer! You’re the best of all the things!] My Ditto squealed, jiggling in my hands. [You can do art stuff, writing stuff, and program robots! You’re the best!]
[i’m an unemployed slob.] I corrected. [Freelance code correction is the only thing I even get paid for, and that’s not nearly enough.] I slumped further into my decrepit, smelly couch. [i’m going to have to take out another loan just to keep this place another month.]
[is that what makes you sad? Your job?] Violet shifted into an Eevee, and curled up with her back under my hands, purring.
“It’s…everything.” I rubbed my eyes. “It’s this place, it’s my past, it’s my lack of a job, it’s just…it’s my fucking. Life.”
Violent stopped purring. I put my head against the couch cushion, wishing for some fix for it all.
[Let’s just leave.]
“What?”
Violet stood, balancing precariously on my knees. [You hate everything here, right? Let’s just…leave. Let’s get out of here. I’ll transform into a car, or a bird Pokemon, or something.] She walked forward, pressing her front paws against my chest. [Let’s just go. Tonight. Just us.]
“I can’t.”
[Why!?] She pounded my chest with her tiny paws. [Why? You’re miserable here! Your problems are here! I can’t stand to see you like this; it tears me up inside! It’s like tiny little barbs inside my heart, Travis!] She pressed her head against my chest, her outburst inadvertently giving her the hiccups. [J-hus!-t give me a reason. One re-he!-son you should stay.]
Why did I want to stay? I looked around my shitty loft. The TV had a crack running down the middle, and my posters were stained with water that leaked from the ceiling, even when it didn’t rain. The entire place smelled like smoke and mold, and it needed cleaned, badly.
But damn it, it was mine.
From my G.E.D. that hung above my door to the mismatched silverware, everything I had I earned, despite everything life has thrown at me. I didn’t have much, but I would die before giving up what small amount I had.
“Because I finish what I start.” I stroked her fur, placating her somewhat. “Don’t worry, Vio. This is only temporary. First, I’m going to expose Chase for the fraud he is. I’ve seen his file architecture, and I’m going to tear him a third hole come Tuesday. Next, I’m going to replace him.”
[Replace him?]
“Yup. Imagine: A cozy, full time job, with benefits. I could fix up my car, leave this dump for something that doesn’t smell like a rotting Kakuna shell, and we could start really living.” I stretched, drawing Violet in closer. “Just us.”
Violet purred. [i’d do anything for that.]
“I know. You’re the one good thing that has happened to me.”
I hated being sappy, but sometimes shit like that just comes out. Violet put a paw to her mouth, tears watering at the edge of her eyes. A choked gasp made its way from her mouth as a tear fell, and she hugged me with all her new form’s tiny strength.
[D-do you mean that?]
“…Yeah, sure.”
[i love you Travis. Always. Alwaysalwaysalways, no matter what.]
I rolled my eyes. “I love you too, you emotional amorphous blob.”
She sniffed. [Were…were you always going to go after Chase’s job? Was that the plan?]
“Nah. I didn’t even know until he showed up.”
[so…did I convince you…?]
“Yeah, sure.” I sprawled out on the couch, with my Ditto-Eevee still at my side. “Sometimes I need your stupid little optimist voice to give me a good idea or two.”
And to show me that life’s worth living.
And I hugged her, and she purred happily. |
---Kevin---
Maybe, in some way, it was beginning to make sense.
With every beginning, there is an end. With every statement, a conclusion, and every tag is matched with its ending slash.
I swallowed. This was hard.
I was on page twenty-five of the online course that Chase had assigned, achieving the equivalent of five weeks study in less than sixteen hours. My eyes stung, and worse, I felt as if I wasn’t even contributing. I hadn’t even begun working on the site.
If Chase cared, he didn’t show it. He didn’t move once from the moment his fingers hit the keyboard, other than to help me when I got stuck.
He was a god.
A sturdy, auburn-haired deity of coding. Behind me, where he sat, nearly half the website was complete. I could see the files uploading themselves onto the server, all in perfect order.
His naming conventions were fool-proof. His code was flawless, and readable. From what I saw, this website was an improvement to the last. He even made it cross-comparable with older browsers, which was a huge pain we had yet to solve.
He didn’t even look tired.
I got up – again – and walked over. His eyes stared focused ahead, his fingers racing against the keys as he executed flawless code. His chestnut eyes reflecting the screen, understanding the core elements to his craft that I couldn’t even begin to grasp.
“Chase?”
He jumped, giggled to himself, and turned to me. “Sorry, I startle easily. What’s up?”
“Starving.” I grinned. “Gonna order pizza.”
“Again?”
I shrugged.
“Fair. I’m fine; just get what you want.”
I ordered my favorite – a large supreme – and sat back down. Chase sighed, though not one of sadness. For a moment, I caught him looking at the screen with almost a look of longing. A fleeting moment of melancholy.
And then, he was back. Typing even faster than before.
Do you ever forget you’re you, when you code?
I remember him asking that the first week we worked together, smirking as he corrected a bug from the previous website.
Sometimes I just lose myself. I’ll look at the clock, and hours will have passed. It’s pure, in a way nothing else is; just a reflection of yourself. It doesn’t judge, or critique, or apologize. If you write something faulty, it just doesn’t work. It’s…simple.
I stared ahead at my blinking monitor. Simple. It’s a word I never would’ve used to describe programming. There were a million tiny rules, and I always seemed to violate at least three with any given line of code. My successes felt like flukes, and seeing him completely in his element, I felt even worse.
If it weren’t for him, I would’ve been fired long ago.
Who else would’ve covered for me? Corrected my faulty code, or made excuses to Mable about why the website was, once again, delayed.
It was hell finding a job. I knew people liked programmers; what was a little fib on one resume? I never thought that they would actually call me out, and hire me to code. I never would’ve taken the position.
I never would’ve accepted, knowing that web design – something I was quite adept at – meant web development to them – something I had never even studied.
I never would’ve agreed to the job.
I never would’ve put Chase in this position – choosing me, a liar and a liability, over what should’ve been an easy job.
“Sorry I’m a fraud.” I said aloud, putting my head on the desk with a thud.
Chase stopped typing, and I heard his chair swivel. “What do you mean?”
“That I lied to get the job? That I made you cover for me all those times? I don’t know.” I lifted my head, and thunked it once more against the desk. “Just tell them that this is my fault. They’ll understand, and your job’ll be easier anyway. I don’t deserve to work there, and you deserve better than fixing my mistakes.”
Chase stood up. In an instant, I felt his warm hands around my sides, hugging my chair and myself from behind. “Hey, man. Even if it would save my career, I wouldn’t rat you out.”
“Why? I’m a liar…”
“So are they. You applied for web design, right? Sure, you fudged your resume, but they fudged the job description.”
“It’s not like I’m great at web design either.” I sniffed.
Chase whirled me around, and I nearly head-butted his chest by accident. He shot me a sleep deprived grin, and knelt down. “What’s the difference between responsive designed website and a mobile application website?”
“Responsive design is when you can easily use a website on another device.” I responded instantly.
“You didn’t describe the mobile app.”
“That’s because n-no one should use a mobile app for their site.” I grinned, my eyes feeling teary, but my heart feeling better.
“Hey-o!” Chase held up a hand, and I high-fived it. “Who created our awesome menu bar with ten-year-old outdated art software?”
“I did…” I gave another shy smile, wiping my eyes.
“You’re great. You’re not coding great, but you’re great at what you do.” He beamed. “You’ve pissed me off too many times for me to give up on you now. Come on. Drink some caffeine, splash some clear whatevers on your face-”
“Water?”
“Yeah, clear whatevers.” Chase nodded, giving an owlish grin at his minds complete inability to recognize the definition for our planet’s most abundant resource. “And let’s get back to work.”
“Sure thing, Chase!”
The doorbell rang, and Chase got up to answer. For just a moment, I stole a glance at his muscular sides, and tight ass as he stood from his chair.
‘For you, I’d put off sleeping for a month.’ I smirked, biting my lip, and imagining his tongue with mine.
---Volt---
Coffee. You delicious, delicious vice.
I took a warm sip, savoring the mixture of java, caramel, and chocolate. Chase would always make me his own, which were good, but couldn’t ever compare to this.
Abby gave me a lazy smirk, her hair still a straightened mess from the night before. In her hand, she held an identical beverage, sitting next to me in her car outside.
“You like it?”
[Loveee it.] I purred, sipping more of my massive, human-sized beverage. I felt a pang of guilt – a subtle reminder that I was supposed to be drinking less fluids, not more – but I chose to make a quick exception. This was too good.
Though I was already regretting my decision. Between my morning water and this, my bladder was already filling up, nearly to the uncomfortable brim. I knew I filled up quicker than most, and I made a firm mental note to go back inside and use the facilities before we left.
But, that can wait until I’m finished with this.~
I took another sip, lightly crossing my bottom paws in her comfy leather chair.
“We’ve had quite a day. Or, two, I suppose.” Abby yawned, rubbing her eyes. We had slept at her mother’s house, waking up early to leave for the park. She said that hiking had always cleared her mind, and I wasn’t one to disagree. While I lacked the attachment to nature of my kin, I could always admire its majesty.
“Any other uncomfortable questions you want to ask?” Abby giggled. “It’s just Chase after today, you know. We’ll need another reason for a girl’s night sometime, but it might not be for a while.”
I swallowed. There was one thing I wanted to ask her about, but it was even more awkward then telling her I had a crush on her brother. Still, I may be skittish, but I refused to be shy. I puffed up my chest, and braised myself.
[Wh-when you’re getting intimate, h-have you ever notice, um…] I stopped, mortified, and covered my face.
“Oh this is going to be good.” Abby cackled, reclining her seat and sipping on her iced drink.
I swallowed, determined to finish the question. [W-when you’re, like, f-finishing-]
“This is so amazingly uncomfortable.”
[Have you ever, like, accidentally, peedbutjustalittle?] I hid my face in my paws, my face exploding scarlet.
“You mean like squirting?”
I peeked out of my paws. [What’s that?]
Abby giggled, slurping what was left of her drink. Mine was still mostly full. “You’re gonna make me explain this, aren’t you?”
[Please.]
“Oh gawd.” Abby winced, chuckling to herself. “Well, sometimes when you get turned on and hold it back, or you get touched a certain way, you can’t help but expel some…fluid, out of…there.”
[Pee?]
“It’s not just pee.”
[Then what is it?]
Abby puffed up her cheeks, then blew the air back out. “I dunno.”
[Oh.] I fiddled with my tail for a moment, bouncing on the seat. [so, that’s not weird?]
“No, it’s still pretty weird.” Abby confirmed. “But hey, bodies are weird, right? If whoever you’re sleeping with can’t handle the weird and wet you, they don’t deserve you.”
I smiled shyly. [Thanks.]
“No problem. You’re awesome, Volt. Don’t let anyone-” She gave me a funny look. “You’re super fidgety. Do you have to pee or something?”
[Ohmygodyes.] I squirmed, fumbling with the car door before spilling out into the parking lot.
“Are you okay?” I heard the door slam on her side, and her footsteps around the car.
I risked holding myself just for a moment, and then dropped to all fours. [Yeah, I just have to go supersuper bad. I wanted to finish our conversation-]
“Fine, just go.” Abby motioned to the Café, a parking lot away. I darted over, stopping half-way to squeeze my thighs together, then pushed against the door.
It didn’t budge.
I whined shoving the door with my shoulder my pressing my thighs into each other. From the distance, I saw Abby’s eyes widen.
[Why isn’t it open? It’s noon!] I chirped, unable to believe my luck. [We just got coffee!]
“Shit.” Abby walked over, tracing her hand on the sign. “It’s only open for breakfast and lunch.”
[Noon is an acceptable time to eat lunch!] I countered, rattling the locked door. I seriously regretted waiting. I was never good at holding, and I wasn’t ready to suddenly prove myself now. I quickly snuck a paw down and held myself, hopping in place. [What do I do?]
“Um, there’s some bushes separating the parking lots. I can keep watch-”
[Okay!]
I didn’t need any more incentive. I darted somewhat painfully to the other side of the parking lot on three paws, not daring to let myself go. I felt like I was ready to burst, with the entirety of the ocean just on the edge of my urethra, bursting to escape. Abby shielded her gaze somewhat as I raced up to the only tree in the area, covered only by some tiny shrubs, and stood against it, with my arms pushing against the trunk.
And held it.
It hurt so bad. I was right on the edge. I could almost feel it begin to dribble out of me, but I held it in just barely.
In secret, I loved the feeling. More than pretending I was touching myself again, right at the edge, it reminded me of another time, where I was with Chase. He was showing me around the countryside, driving in his car, when I couldn’t resist it anymore, and I told him I needed to go. It took him forever to find a spot, and by the time we found the gas station, his seat was already a little damp.
I waddled up to the restroom with him, somehow keeping dry the whole way, but it was locked. The male restroom was all the way around the building, and when I got there, I was leaking badly. Thinking quickly, he scooped me up, darted inside, and held me in front of the urinal.
I exploded.
I was so embarrassed, gushing all against the ivory base, unable to stop the torrent of pee streaming out of me. It got all over his hands, and soaked down my thighs. I was so embarrassed, but while he held me, I nearly came from the excitement itself. The mixture of adrenalin, fear, and desperation.
At the tree, I held even longer, with the memory of his hands clutching my sides.
Just a little longer…
A dribble leaked out of me, spraying the ground. I whimpered, holding as best I could, just as another spurt splashed against the tree.
Then, I let go. I bit back a moan as the pee soaked against the tree’s roots. My knees felt weak as I felt the bliss of emptying myself after being full for what felt like hours. It just kept going. The tiny bulge of my belly relaxed, and the sharp pain in my bladder was replaced with ecstasy as I released, my thighs quivering as I stood.
At last, I trickled to a stop. My satchel held some tissues, which I used to clean up a bit, and I scurried back to Abby.
“Better?” Abby winced.
[better!] I exclaimed, relieved, and pleased I had somewhat made it. |
Woof! Here's the next section; expect updates every OTHER Saturday, until everything gets settled. Luckily, I'm starting next week, so that should be soon! ^_^
Enjoy! <3
---Kevin---
Have you ever felt a cloud?
It’s almost weightless, just a cool, relaxing fog. I looked down, and saw our tiny city of Goldenrod below us, with stores and shops. It was night, but by the light of the moon I could see people walking below me, some in groups, and some enjoying the cool night air alone.
I swooped lower, nearly touching the top of one of our many skyscrapers. What would it be like to work there, in a room overlooking such a place?Would the power be worth the stress?
I drifted lower, but something was wrong. The currents in the air no longer supported my weight, and I began to fall.
I frantically curved, trying to put my speed to good use, but no matter the angle, I was in a free-fall. The ground approached far too quickly, and I screamed as my face collided with-
“Kevin?”
The world blurred around me, and I felt something mushed against my face. My back felt sore, and my brain fuzzed. Was I falling? Was I saved?
“Go to sleep, man. You’re too out of it to focus.”
Chase helped me up from my chair, and I realized I had fallen asleep at the desk.
I rubbed my eyes. “Sorry; I didn’t mean to crash there. I’ll, uh, take the couch.”
Chase shook his head, and led me to the bedroom. “We’re adults; I think we can bear the thought of sleeping in one bed.”
“A-are you sure?”
“It’s a queen. We’ll be fine. Just don’t steal my pillow.” Chase, true to his word, grabbed a normal looking pillow and placed it on the other side of the mattress. “This is mine.”
“Can I use the other pillows?”
“Yes, but not this pillow.”
“M’kay.” I collapsed on the bed, face-down. I waited for a similar thump from Chase, but none came.
I heard the door close.
I turned around. “Wait – you’re not sleeping?”
“Naw.” Came his muffled reply, though the door. “Still have a few hours left in me.”
“I can’t sleep while you’re working!”
He cracked the door. “I don’t think you can stop yourself.” He smirked. “Plus, I’ll be joining you shortly, I’m sure. Don’t steal my pillow.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Can I touch your pillow?”
“…Fine. But when I want to sleep, I want that pillow. Unused.”
I nodded. Chase nodded in turn, and closed the door.
After a moment, I snuck his pillow back, and placed it by my head. It smelled like coffee, long-hours, conversations by moonlight, and him.
It was the best smelling pillow in the world.
---Volt---
It was beautiful.
Three and a half feet of polished steel, with the words ‘Avenge Me’ carved into the barrel. I never thought I could love a gun, but after being trapped in this hell for nearly two weeks, my pacifistic ways were long gone. They were replaced with the smooth satisfaction of placing the lead into its muzzle, and shoving it hard into the powered charge.
Now it’s my turn.
One of the beasts tore its way to me, blocked only by a small avalanche of stones I used to protect myself earlier. I stood to the side, now with a clear shot, and fired.
Perfect.
The bullet tore itself through the beast’s maw, tearing down its trachea and piercing one of its lungs, stomachs, and both livers. The beast roared, buzzing in the air like some massive insect, and dove mandibles first through the broken stones.
My second shot caught it though one of its main left eyes, putting it down for good.
“Enjoying the gun?” Abby teased.
[You have no idea.] I grinned, leaning forward, staring intently at my tiny computer as beast after beast found its end by my gun. [This is so much better than the bow.]
“Alight, but stay on your guard. That was the second broken covenant; it might ignore two, but a third will definitely awaken it.”
I turned to Abby, who was playing on the same server. [What’s about to awaken?]
“You know the gods that used to exist in this realm?”
[Yeah?]
“We’re gonna wake up the thing that ate them.”
I swallowed as Abby’s character descended into a small incision within the cave. Inside, a glowing purple orb hovered in the air, fueled by the unholy power of the Dead God’s Covenant.
“You ready?” Abby grinned.
[Nope.] I loaded my gun, and tried to stand brave.
Abby smashed the orb with a hammer, and a roar echoed from deep within the earth. I only saw a fraction of the creature as he bashed me into the wall, encasing me within his flesh as he dashed at Abby. Abby dove to the side, aided by her near supernatural speed, but it wasn’t enough. The creature enclosed her on all sides, and crushed her with its gargantuan stomach.
The last thing she saw were its eyes – hundreds, all staring at her with hatred, malice, and hunger.
Volt, The Brave, was mashed into little bits by The Eater of Worlds.
Abigail, The Bold’s pleads for death were answered by The Eater of Worlds.
I leaned back, crossing my paws angrily. [Okay, but how can it push me back into itself? I just get stuck inside of it, and I can’t move or do anything!]
Abby leaned over the couch and grinned. “Just don’t get hit.”
I grumbled. [it’s HUGE! It takes up, like, a fourth of the screen! Plus, it does that thing where it wraps around you, and then constricts! It’s impossible not to get hit!]
“I think if we were to summon it on our terms, on the surface, we could maneuver ourselves a bit better.”
[You’re probably right.] I gave a quiet yawn, and noticed it was past 2:00am. In less than seven hours I was going back home, which meant six hours or less of sleep.
“Tired?” Abby grinned, catching me glance at the clock.
[…Just until we beat the giant worm guy!] I chirped, respawning and continuing my way down into the depths of the world.
“Sure thing, Volt. Thanks for being my player two.”
I beamed. [Thanks for teaching me, even when those flying things kept turning my insides to outsides.]
Abby giggled, respawning, and headed my way. “Anytime.”
---Kevin---
It wasn’t intentional.
I was just sleeping, and I awoke with his arms around me. I could feel his silent breaths against my ear, and I felt the rise and fall of his chest against my back.
A blush crossed my case as I slowly reached consciousness, realizing the rather vulnerable position I had been placed in.
I didn’t know what to do – I didn’t want to wake him and have him realize that we were accidentally spooning, and selfishly…I didn’t want this to end. I had gone two days without sleep, but I had gone a lifetime without companionship. What was a stolen slumber compared to the warmth of another?
My tired eyelids slid closed, but seep still eluded me. I could almost feel him grinding against me moaning softly in his sleep, lightly breathing my name. What I wouldn’t give for his body to be mine, and for him to crave me as much as I craved him.
My lust was only tempered by my fatigue, and I drifted off, content to lie, if only once, within his arms.
---Abby & Volt---
[Hurry, hurry, hurry!]
Volt twisted her bottom paws, bouncing up and down. This was the fifth ‘near accident’ she had had on what was meant to be a two day trip, and had rapidly crossed from an ‘accidents happen’ scenario to a ‘seek medical help’, and finally drifted far to ‘crying wolf’. Abby rolled her eyes, fiddling with Chase’s keys, finally finding the proper fit.
[Abby! I-I’m really close…!]
“Why didn’t just you go outside?” Abby whispered under her breath, attempting to pry the key from the lock.
[i wanted to go at home!]
“That never stopped you before...”
[Abby! I’m gonna pee myself!]
Abby tore the key from the lock, and pushed the door open. Volt scurried inside on three paws, darting past the empty pizza boxes and overturned energy drinks that littered the halls. She dashed by Chase’s bedroom before darting into his bathroom, and reaching underneath the door to pull it closed.
Her heart leapt in her throat.
She had made it. She was alone.
She bounced upwards on top of the toilet, and then onto the counter, one of her paws still lightly clutching the fork of her legs.
It had been an eternity since she had let herself do this. Only three days perhaps, but the longest three days of her life, filled with perverse thoughts as she had challenged her bladder over and over, with no sense of true relief for the weekend. Slowly, with a quiet whimper, she lowered herself into the sink.
She wasn’t going to do anything, of course, this was just a precaution. She couldn’t do this anywhere else because she might leak, and she didn’t want to face that again.
The insides of her hips vibrated with desire. Her paw was so close to that throbbing button, and with her bladder begging for release, she felt as if she could nearly cum by thought alone. She slumped against the back of the sink, with her bottom paws on either side of the drain, and slowly slid a finger into herself.
She shivered. She wouldn’t go as far as she did when she was on Chase – that was an accident – but she needed to reduce the pressure. The heat she felt that consumed her thoughts, and drove her to increasingly absurd lengths of desperation. She stroked herself again, shuttering back as she already neared an orgasm. Her bladder pressed against her, and she quickly switched from her clit to her urethra, plugging it for just a moment longer, then switched again, her back arching and her body trembling.
Okay, n-now stop. Stop. T-that’s it, anymore, and…
Her paw slowed, but increased its pressure, easing her over the edge. A tiny, worried chirp slipped from her lips as she began to dribble into the drain. She couldn’t stop it, and her body shook as more and more spurts splashed against the cool steel sink, and she tried to plug herself mid-orgasm.
S-stop! He, he washes his hands here!
Her desperation only increased, splashing against her paws, and draining down the sink in uncontrolled spurts as she unintentionally reached her second orgasm. Her eyes shut, and for a moment, nothing registered but pleasure and bliss.
She shook herself back, after only seven seconds had gone by, and she realized she was peeing freely into the sink. Her face reddened, but she was utterly exhausted, having held back her sexual frustration for so long. After nearly half a minute, she tapered to a stop, and with tears stinging her eyes, turned the water on to wash away her crime.
“Are you alright?” Abby’s voice echoed from outside the door.
[F-fine! I just, I um, I made a bit of a mess, so I’m cleaning up.]
The hot water ran over her, washing her damp fur, and, hopefully, removing any smell that would be left behind. Volt dried off, flushed the toilet to remain inconspicuous, steadied herself, and pushed the door back open.
Abby stood above her, looking amused. “You make it alright?”
Volt nodded, a small blush still adorning her face. [Yeah, I just slipped and got a bit of it-]
And her words were lost, as she saw into Chase’s room. Two bodies lay prone next to each other, with Chase lying nearly nude against Kevin’s bare chest. Volt’s eyes widened, the tears she was holding back now threatening to spill once more. Abby gave Volt a confused look and traced her eyes to her sleeping brother, and her face instantly turned to scarlet.
“What the FUCK, Chase!?” |
---Chase---
Whether it’s the old-fashioned ring of my grandfather’s handmade clock, to the modern, digital chimes of my cellphone, I’ve always loathed the heralding chimes of the morning.
This one in particular.
“What the FUCK, Chase!?”
My eyes blurred open, and I noticed my sister standing across the room. My head pounded, likely from the rude awakening, and I shielded my eyes from the onslaught of light. From my waist up I was nude, wearing only my boxers. I hazily remembered taking my clothes off in the middle of the night – too hot, I think – and it was a choice I was rapidly learning to regret.
“Get up, you sack of shit!” Abby raged. “What did you do?”
I scooted away from my obviously hostile sibling, careful to extract myself from the equally startled Kevin, and shield my manhood from view, which was just as excitable as I was confused and startled.
“Why are there so many people in my room?” I grumbled, rubbing my eyes.
“Is this the reason I had to take care of Volt this weekend?” Abby roared. “So you could sleep with Kevin?”
Kevin shrunk back, still in a mild sleep induced haze. “Who’s sleeping with me?”
“How could you not tell me about this!? I’m your sister. I told you about my lesbian thoughts; how could you not tell me about something this important!? What are we going to tell Mom?”
Hanging by the door, Volt sniffled quietly, large tears forming on the side of her eyes. Kevin was bewildered, Abby was irate, and Volt was heartbroken.
This was a mess.
I rubbed my face, clearing my head. “Abby, you’re reading this wrong-”
“And moreso, how could you do this knowing how Volt feels about you!? Sleeping around in the same house as a Pikachu you know has feelings towards you?”
[Abby!] Volt chirped a betrayed, heartbroken squeal.
“Kevin!” I shouted. “Go code – we have more work to do, and this isn’t your conflict. Abby: You’re wrong, I’m not gay, and I’ll explain later.”
“But-”
“You’re wrong. It’s too early to explain this; I’ll grab coffee with you after the nightmare of this weekend is settled.” And I dismissed her with a wave of my hand.
Kevin scuttled out, but Abby wasn’t as easily persuaded. I sighed, contented at least I was at least less…attentive now, and stood up. Volt cradled the doorframe, unsure of whether to walk in or leave, and elected instead to simply shut her eyes, trembling.
I gestured to Volt. “Let me take care of this. You can stay with Kevin if you want and get the details from him, but right now, this is more important, okay?”
Abby bit her lip. “You better not hurt her.”
I gave Abby a glare, and at last, she relented and joined Kevin in the kitchen. Volt stood in place, her eyes scanning every part of the room but me, unsure of what to do, or what to feel.
Gently, I patted the side of the bed. She slowly walked forward, bounding the last few steps, and leapt onto the purple comforter. Her foot slipped just as she landed, but I managed to catch her paw and help her up the rest of the way.
I felt somewhat awkward, likely disheveled from sleep and mostly nude, but if Volt didn’t seem to notice. She snuggled by my side, her eyes distant and untrusting.
[Did…you sleep with Kevin?] She asked quietly, still curled by my side.
“Yes.” I nodded. “Kevin needed a place to sleep, and I didn’t want him using your bed without your permission. Plus, he’s taller, and his feet would probably dangle off the edge.”
[But, I mean, did you guys-]
“No.”
Volt nodded, some of the light returning to her eyes. She wiped her eyes with a paw, and stood up on my bed. [Sorry if I, um, overreacted-]
“Pfff. You weren’t the one that overreacted.”
Volt chuckled lightly, scooting closer.
I leaned back in thought. “I think…life has been a bit rough to him, and he’s in a bit over his head, but in the end, yeah, I like him. He’s a good friend, and a fun person.”
[But, like, romantically-]
“No.”
Volt nodded again, leaning her head against my thigh.
“I’m not.” I smiled.
[Okay.]
For a moment, nothing happened. I leaned against my bed’s headboard, content for a few moments of bliss. Between the blur of work from this week’s coding marathon to Abby’s craziness, nothing was a welcome feeling.
[I, um, I didn’t know what Abby meant, by the way.] Volt stammered, ringing her paws. [When she, um, mentioned the thing about me having feelings…]
I brushed my hands between her ears, attempting to calm her somewhat. “If you did, I wouldn’t be mad.”
[What would you be?] She perked up, staring me in the eyes. [W-what would you do?]
“I would just want to talk to you about it, before anything.”
Another moment passed, and I rubbed her head calmly.
She murmured quietly.
“I love you too, Volt.” I nodded. “Do you love me in a romantic way?”
A blush crossed her face, and she nodded slowly. [C-could you ever love a Pokemon like that? In a romantic way?]
“Honestly, I’m not sure. I’m not sure if I’ve ever loved anyone in a romantic way before. Even with humans, I just…don’t feel attached that way, I guess.”
I turned towards her. “Hmm?”
Volt nodded sharply, her face a light crimson.
I smiled despite myself.
[I mean, we can still be friends, but not, like, just friends for that evening. Like, romantically together. Potentially.]
Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, or maybe it was some desire that had been hiding in my inner thoughts for far too long, but honestly, I wasn’t stressed. Something about this seemed natural, and I felt that if this didn’t take, it wouldn’t be the end of our relationship.
At worst, it’s something silly we can joke about for years to come.
And at best…
I could think of worse things to wake up to then those beautiful, sparkling seafoam eyes.
“Sure thing.”
And, just as quick, Volt’s eyes grew wide. [Wait! I d-don’t know how to cook, though! And I don’t have any money, so, I don’t know what to do. Maybe this isn’t a good idea, maybe I’m not good enough-]
I silenced her with a hug. “How about a walk in the park, a movie with popcorn, and snuggles?”
Volt blushed happily.
“Awesome. Let’s do that on Thursday, so I have time to finish work stuff, and so I can focus on us, okay?”
[Okay!] Volt chirped, scurrying down the hall. [Hey Abby! Guess what? Chase and I are going on a date! We’re going to be snuggling with movies, except it’s going to be sexier, and maybe we’ll kiss at the end! Wait. Can you teach me how to kiss?]
---ooo---
Tuesday.
Thankfully, we had Monday off for the Day of Concord, a celebration of the 34th year of peace between Pokemon and Humans. We choose to celebrate it cramming for Tuesday, stuffing our website with all the bells and whistles we had forgotten on the previous days, and making sure it was just as polished and perfect as the original.
Well, minus the faulty code.
With a mixture of guilt, pride, and dread, Kevin and I stepped into the foreboding archways of the Jervus Tax Group entrance. We were early – naturally – and we quickly snuck to my cubicle, where we powered my desktop on and slid in the thumbdrive.
“D-did you fix it?”
“You’re hilarious.” I shot Kevin an annoyed glace as I loaded up our hosting platform, and began swapping the old files for the new.
“How long will it take?”
I swapped the files, and checked the uploading rate. “…Twenty minutes.”
A bell rang at the entrance, signaling someone else was in the building.
I peeked up from my cubicle, and cursed. “Mable’s here!”
“Shit! Wait, which Mable?”
“Boss-Mable!”
And right behind her, a slimy looking Travis walked in tow, sporting an ill-fitting suit with a red bow tie. His Ekens followed, swaying back and forth as it squeezed though the entrance.
“Stall them!” I hissed.
“How!?”
“I don’t know! Give them a sob story about your sneezing Bulbasaur needing an eye replacement therapy or something!”
“…That’s not funny, that’s a serious thing.”
“Go!”
“Kevin stumbled forward, dashing slightly too quickly towards Mabel.
Mable was in her fifties, with gray and white hair in a strong, tightly-knit bun. In truth, she didn’t know anything about web development, but Travis certainly could. Kevin blocked their path, sporting an enormous grin.
“Hey, did you see the surprise outside?”
“The…the what?” Mable furrowed her brow, turning to look outside.
“Oh! Chase, she missed it. Here, come outside and let’s see if you can find it.”
Mabel shrugged, letting Kevin lead her right back out the building. Travis followed, significantly more suspicious.
And I replaced files on the network faster than anyone had ever before, and since.
---ooo---
“All these files have been replaced, as of…today, actually. Three minutes ago.”
“Oh, that’s due to the backup.” I swallowed, trying not to let the beads of sweat dribble down my forehead. “It loads every three days, and makes sure everything is updated in case of an outage. I can show you how it works, if you’d like.”
Please say no, please say no…
“I’m sure it’s fine, thank you for diligence.” Mable nodded, turning towards her office.
Travis stared blankly at the screen, his nose almost grazing the bluish light, pouring over the details. “I don’t…I don’t understand. Your infrastructure was terrible. Your naming convention was abysmal. Your website was piecemealed together by…hope alone, how the hell…”
[Eat shit and die, you lunatic!] Kevin thought, grinning ear to ear behind my nemesis.
“Sorry to disappoint.” I gulped, shooting a mental jab at Kevin that we were far from safe. “Maybe Mable showed you the old website by mistake? We updated this quite some time ago, but she may have had the wrong file?”
Kevin shook his head. “…I guess.”
“Need anything before you leave?” Kevin asked, gesturing to the door.
Travis shrugged, eyeing a camera by my cubicle before throwing on his coat. “’Suppose not. Your boss has my card; she’ll have an invoice shortly. See you around, faggot.”
As far as everything was considered, I wasn’t even upset. I had my website done, my job was safe, Volt was happy, my sister wasn’t pissed at me, and my life was pretty good. Despite everything though, I still felt a pit of guilt in my chest from Travis.
I still owed him an apology. It was far overdue, but it was the right thing.
“…Travis.” I held the door open for him, and he shot me a suspicious glance. “I just wanted to say, I’m sorry for what I did. We were all little messes in highschool, but it was my choice not to take the highroad. And for that, I’m…honestly sorry.”
I felt a small weight lift off my chest. Travis, however, looked mystified.
He furrowed his massive eyebrows. “The hell are you talking about?”
“The book. Your Spanish book.”
Travis’ confused expression turned dark. “…What do you mean?”
“I just wanted to say I was sorry for, you know, wrecking it. Drenching it, tearing out all the pages and stuff. I thought you would get in trouble, but I guess I didn’t know how much-”
“I got expelled!” Travis shoved me back into the building, his fists balled. “The one thing I didn’t do was the thing that ruined my life! No one believed me! They thought I tore up my book itself, to freaking teach the school a lesson! They thought the book was covered in piss!”
I swallowed. “Well, I mean, they weren’t wrong…”
Travis grabbed his switchblade, and leveled it at my throat. “You ruined. My. Life.”
I took a step back. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Mable on the phone, hopefully with the authorities.
Kevin swiped a pokeball off his belt. “Hey man. You’re out of line.”
“You serious?” Travis motioned to his Ekans, who gladly stood before him, barring his teeth at Kevin. “I’ll kill your stupid Pokemon, and afterwards, I’ll have Ekans eat the both of you.”
I swallowed. [You a better battler than you are a programmer?]
[You kidding? My only Pokemon is a near-blind asthmatic.]
[Great.] I nodded. [Now, we’re both going to die.] |
---Violet---
“Poison Fang!”
<Travis, I don’t->
“Then Gunk Shot!”
I cursed as more tiny leaves clunked against my lavender, scaled exterior. <Damnit, Travis, this is just a show! I don’t know any moves unless I transform into something I can see!>
<That’s it, Azalea! Keep it up!> Kevin cheered.
Around us, the office was nearly destroyed. Cubicle walls were torn down, papers were strewn across the room, and mugs lay shattered across the floor. The Bulbasaur threw another barrage of leaves, which I dodged by coiling around a pillar.
She missed the pillar entirely, nearly impaling their boss, who was hiding in the corner.
<Auuugh!> The Bulbsaur cried, rubbing her eyes in frustration before sending another volley of leaves.
<What do you suggest, then?> Travis spat, holding a revive uselessly, as if to restore another Pokemon to my aid. <Transforming into that weakling Bulbasaur is suicide. What do you want us to do? Run?>
I looked her up and down, assessing her. Seeing her faults, and her clunky movements. Sharper claws, perhaps, and less pudgy…
<I can be a better her.> I nodded.
<You’re insane!>
I grinned a crooked, fanged smile at my trainer. Behind me, a panel of lights blew, setting the carpet aflame. <Give the word, master!>
<Fine, do it!> Travis ordered.
In one motion, I shifted from Ekans to Bulbasaur, and felt the weight of her power shift into my own. My petals shifted, giving way to a massive purple orb.
Sludge Bomb!
Unlike Azalea’s attacks, this one struck true, sending the tiny Bulbasaur reeling into one of the side offices, shattering the glass outside.
<Yes!> Travis yelled, fist held high.
Outside, the sound of sirens grew. Travis’ head spun towards the window as Azalea climbed out of the shattered office, her vines limp, yet still writhing.
“Wait! Does Azalea know Sludge Bomb?” The taller human asked, from a distance.
“How should I know!? I’ve never fought outside a Daycare before!”
I launched another attack at the sniveling Bulbasaur, but she pushed off the ground with her vines, barely dodging the attack. In midair, she send another wave of leaves which clattered off my sides.
<Hit her!> Travis hissed, staring outside in panic.
The destruction and chaos around us died down, and for once, I only saw her and me. She dodged to the right, expecting an attack, but I held my own. She sent another volley of leaves, missing me entirely, and impaling the roof above.
I held my attack, and feigned left. The Bulbasaur dove right, just as I fired, and I saw the fear in her eyes just as the attack hit, plowing her into the floor. I felt her mind slip into unconsciousness, and turned to Travis, satisfied.
“Freeze!”
I whirled to the door, where a policewoman stood, lowering her foot after kicking in the door. Beside her, a confident Blissey strolled, arms crossed.
“Hands in the air, everyone.” The policewoman barked.
Chase and Kevin obeyed, along with their boss, whose clothes were covered in discarded leaves. Travis took a step backwards, then, realizing there was only one police officer, pointed his finger at the Blissey.
“Attack!”
Instantly, I shot another Sludge Bomb into the pink mass, but she didn’t even flinch.
<I love it when the likes of you struggle.> The Blissey grinned, closed the distance between us and grabbing me by the root, and Seismic Tossed me against the table.
<Transform into the Blissey!> Travis shouted.
I obeyed, instantly taking the form of the egg shaped blob inches from my face.
<Wrong move.> Blissey scoffed, smacking me across the face, leaving a deep purple, venomous scar.
<Run!> Travis yelped, motioning to a window. He winced, elbowing the glass and shattering it against his arm.
I obeyed, feeling the venom begin to course through my body. Travis dove through and I followed, transforming into a Pigeotto under him, and taking into the sky.
Beneath us, I could hear sirens, and the policewoman barking orders, commanding us to land. All I felt was ill, as the poison throbbed in my gut.
“Violet!” Travis commanded, shaking me out of my thoughts. “Transform into Skarmory. You’ll be immune to the poison.”
I commanded, my down replacing itself with a mirrored exterior mid-flight, but I still felt just as ill. Travis dug through his bag, desperate to find an antidote.
I curved over a building, flying away from the horizon. My eyelids felt heavy, and every flap of my wings felt as if weights had been glued to each feather.
Travis cursed, throwing his backpack over his shoulder. “Gain altitude!”
<I…I don’t have much in me…>
“I trusted you, damn it!” I felt his hands against my back, steadying me. “Everything you have. We need to be above the skyline!”
<You’ll die…> I whispered, flitting in and out of consciousness. Despite myself, I felt my wings obey, lifting us above the clouds.
My muscles burned, and despite being in the thermal, I felt as if I was falling. My head fell, and even keeping my wings level was too much.
<I’m sorry…>
And I fell.
--ooo--
Suddenly, I felt fantastic. I felt the speed against my wings, and I used it to swoop upwards, gaining an even higher altitude with every pump of my wings. Travis grinned, cheering with victory as we soared every higher into the clouds.
“The Revive!” He answered, before I even asked. “Couldn’t cure you, so I had to let you faint. We did it!”
<We’re free?>
Above the clouds, my mind calmed. We had escaped yes, but escaped what? Our home? Our lives? With our last revive gone, we had barely anything to our names. We were wanted criminals with nothing.
“We’re free.”
I turned to see Travis smiling, his eyes closed. His arms caught the breeze, with his fingertips trailing against the clouds. His thighs held against me, the only thing preventing him from careening down to his death.
He felt…nice.
Slowly he opened his eyes, taking in the sights. The city stared up from below, lights winking into existence as the sun grazed the valley and gave way to night.
“Let’s take that trip that you always wanted.” Travis nodded, his eyes at peace.
<Where will we go?>
“South.” He pointed to the left of the setting sun.
I giggled. <I think that’s North.>
<Fuck that! Other way, then.> He chuckled. I laughed in turn, titling my wings, and taking even further into the skies.
I was scared. I didn’t know where we were going, what we would do, or what the future held for us. Things would be harder now, and I didn’t know how far I could go, or how far I would need to fly.
But he was happy.
And for that, I would fly across the world.
---Chase---
Slowly, I helped Mabel to her feet. Her normal, boisterous demeanor was replaced by tremors as she stood, dusting herself off. She was coated in leaves that had embedded themselves inside her, some half an inch deep.
“I’ll, um, pay for your…medical…stuff.” Kevin stumbled.
Mabel regained her composure, and narrowed her eyes. “You’re fired.”
Kevin swallowed. “That’s fair.”
“Like hell it is!” I shouted, startling the paramedics as they came through the door. “We defended your practice against-”
“Your defense of my practice destroyed it! Can you afford this building’s insurance premiums?”
I blinked.
“Then you’re fired as well. If see either of you again, I’m calling her specifically!” Mabel pointed to the bewildered police officer as the paramedics carted her away.
Oddly enough, I didn’t feel any different. Stressed, certainly, but not nearly as panicked as I thought I would be. I lost my job, both literally and physically as the building was nearly destroyed, and I was nearly murdered by my high school rival that was still out there probably trying to murder me.
But oddly enough, I felt normal, with a vague craving for Sinnoh food.
I wonder if this is what shock feels like.
Kevin bit his lip, treading on the ground as if it were broken glass. “Hey…thanks for sticking up for me.”
“Thanks for saving my life.”
Around us, the building burned. Another light fixture fell, sending a spray of sparks into the air. We were about ten feet from the door, with the officer yelling at us to get outside. At the time, it registered that she was there, but I couldn’t quite make out her words, or what importance she held.
“My uncle’s a manager at a computer maintenance place.” Kevin muttered, watching his cubicle burn. “I know you’re more software, but hey, everyone needs a website, right?”
“Think he’ll hire me?”
Kevin shrugged. “He offered me a place once, but I was too…”
Part of the ceiling collapsed by us, causing a billow of dust and smoke to cloud the air.
“Dedicated?” I offered.
“…All over the place, I think.” Kevin nodded. “I think I would’ve felt stifled there, you know? Without anyone else to bounce ideas off of. I never could’ve done all that coding myself, but with someone to like, guide me, you know?”
I nodded, feeling an odd kinship with an emotion I had never quite understood. I had never really felt lonely before, or as if I had needed another. I felt content to simply be me, learn all I needed to on my own, and the quiet companionship of my code was all I needed to thrive. Seeing Kevin here sparked something different in me; a realization that perhaps the absence of loneliness wasn’t a feeling felt by all. It would explain his weekly invitations out, talking to me after hours, and keeping track of all the comings and goings in my life. I always considered him a friend, certainly, but…
A friend that didn’t need constant attention.
A friend that I could not see for a year, and catch up with in a day.
Perhaps that concept, that ability to let go, wasn’t a trait that others felt as much. Perhaps that was why Abby felt such a need to visit so often, or why Volt became so sad when I left her with Abby for business trips. To me, I barely felt the time gone, but to others, perhaps…
“MOVE YOUR ASSES!”
I looked up to see the police woman screeching at us, and fire all around the building. The flame neared out feet, and the smoke clouded against the broken, fractured ceiling.
“I’m…feeling Sinnoh. My treat?” I offered.
“Sure!” Kevin nodded, a wide smile.
And we left, just as the building collapsed.
---ooo---
Postponed. Raincheck. Next week. Tomorrow. Okay, Yeah, tonight.
It had been a crazy week. On Tuesday, I got fired and destroyed my entire work building. On Thursday, I had my first interview at Web Plus, a computer repair place. Morton, Kevin’s uncle, seemed fairly impressed with my skillset, and willingness to man the counter and other odds and ends while he left to repair networks, computers, and other electronics.
On Friday, he called back, wanting a second interview. We discussed salary – less than I was making at Jervus’, but more room for growth, and better benefits – and I accepted.
On Saturday night, after giving Volt a plethora of excuses and pushback, we finally settled on Sunday being our date night. I was still mildly unnerved with the idea, but in the end, I suppose growth doesn’t come from remaining comfortable. I was willing to try something new, with her.
“I’m just sorry I pushed it back so far.”
<I’m not mad.> Volt smiled cutely, with her paws in front of her chest. <You had to leave your job thing, and you were super stressed. I mean, I would rather have you when you’re, like, just you, rather than when you’re thinking about a bunch of stuff at once.>
I smiled. “Enjoying the stir-fry?”
<Yes~.>
Sunday night. After a day of walks in the park and an afternoon at the arcade, we were finally sitting down to the end of the season finale of a show we hadn’t paid attention to since its inception. Merely a distraction; background noise as enjoyed chicken stir-fry with too much soy sauce, and each other.
I knew I loved her, but whether it was platonic or the blossom of romance I wasn’t sure. Feelings like these would develop on their own, I was almost sure, and for now, I was content to let them. A soft Merlot in my hand, coupled with the cuddles and occasional nips from Volt when I stopped petting her – this was heaven.
<Mmmm.> Volt purred as I stroked her around her ears. <Do you think Melvin’ll like you?>
“Melvin? You mean Morton, Kevin’s Uncle?”
Volt nodded.
“I think so. We’ll find out tomorrow, but I have a good feeling.”
Volt purred quietly for a moment, then sagged lightly against my chest. <You can go harder, if you want.>
It was something she had said a thousand times before, but perhaps I never caught its meaning. I wasn’t naive – I knew that, for a while, she had had feelings for me – but it was the difference between a harder massage, and a rough one. For once, I acknowledged she didn’t mean merely more pressure, and I hesitated.
“S-Sure; I just don’t want to hurt you.”
Volt gave me a smoldering glance. <I’m not fragile.>
I obeyed, running my nails against her fur. She groaned as my nails drew circles around her ears, and trailed across her scalp. She loved it, and writhed against my chest as my hands traced down her head.
<Please, more…> She groaned, tugging against my shirt. I continued back up, careful to avoid her neck. I traced my way up and down twice more, stopping just before each time.
Volt’s eyes opened. She tugged one of my hands to her chest, and I could feel her tiny heart pounding. There was so much energy there, and I could feel it; nervous, excited, pulsing.
<You can t-touch my mark, if you want.> She panted.
I had never touched it before, knowing its history. The helplessness she felt as those kids held her down, and burned her with the spatula. I don’t think it was malice they felt – they were young, I think, and it was more of a game to them – but the fear that she still felt lingered even now.
She was just beginning to trust humans again; to be able to speak freely with Abby without shaking, and to be able to walk around in public without begging for respite.
Would this set her back? Remind her of the pain that she experienced those years ago?
She gave me a silent nod. I grazed her burn lightly with my thumb, and watched her wince. “Doesn’t that hurt?”
She hissed in affirmation, pressing herself closer to my hand, increasing the pressure.
I widened my grip, closing her entire neck within my hand. She stifled a moan, and I felt her passionate trembles flow from her body into mine.
<D-do you remember the night you fell asleep on the couch?>
“Yes?”
<You held me like this, in your sleep.> She squirmed, a faint flush covering her muzzle. <I loved it. I never wanted it to end.>
I held her firmly as she moaned with affirmation as I stroked her burn, brushing against her raw flesh with the tips of my fingers. She then pushed my hand away from her, grinding her burn on my hand once more, and jumped onto my chest.
I fell back, laying sideways across the couch, with Volt lying against my chest. I felt her muzzle against my nose, and her small tongue tracing my lips. My hand crept against her back, teasing the base of her tail as her paws explored my chest, and rubbed against my neck.
She gave a startled chirp as my fingers traced up her tail, admiring the change of texture between brown and yellow fur. I felt her breath against my face as she looked up.
<H-humans don’t have tails.> She turned and looked at her own, her breath slowing. <I just, I wish mine were smaller.>
<I don’t.> I smirked, giving her a light tug.
She blushed, giving me a daring grin, before looking back down. <But don’t you want me to be human?>
I watched her body tense as I rubbed the base, just as it connected to her back. I increased my pressure, rubbing against it, and watched her arch her back and squeal.
<I want you to be you.> I whispered.
Suddenly, I felt her everywhere. Biting my lip, my ear, nibbling down my neck, while her paws tore off my shirt and flung it beside the sofa. I rubbed the small of her back, pressing her against my chest as our tongues danced, and I felt her trembling breathing against my own.
I rubbed just above her tail, causing tiny, adorable moans of pleasure to escape from her lips, increasing in intensity as I increased the pressure. She grinded against me, her paws balled against my bare chest as her moans began to peak in intensity. Her eyes clenched closed as her head hit my chest, and her legs trembled without her control.
Suddenly, her eyes shot open, and her thighs clenched around my torso. <No! Nonono!>
I recoiled as she grit her teeth, nearly hyperventilating. After a few moments they relaxed, and she collapsed against my chest, breathing heavily.
Every part of her face was red, and she covered her mouth with her paws in horror. For some reason, part of my right leg felt damp. I stared back, still not quite sure of what happened.
“Did…did you just…finish?”
Volt’s eyes glistened, then large tears dribbled down her cheeks. <I, I didn’t mean…!>
I hugged her. I didn’t know what else to do; I was ridiculously inexperienced, and didn’t know if I even had the skill to make someone orgasm, let alone with sheer touch.
“It’s okay-”
<It wasn’t supposed to, I just couldn’t hold it back...> Volt sniffed, her face a guilty red.
“Hey, hey.” I cooed. “It’s alright. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Lighter this time, I continued stroking the base of her ears. She shivered hesitantly, but allowed it.
<I…um…> Volt wiped her tears, her face still a deep scarlet. <I also m-might’ve peed a little when I came.>
Aaand that was what that wet spot was.
I held in my inner grimace, and held her, with a stationary hand on her back. “That’s okay. Most of it got on my jeans anyway. We’ll just grab some paper towels-”
All at once, a memory struck me of cleaning the couch after Volt’s incident the other night, wiping away the urine with my equally beet-red companion as I swore not to recite the tale. Wasn’t that the same night I inadvertently touched her mark in my sleep? The night she ‘never wanted to end’?
She had never wet herself at night before, except for that strange incident. I attributed it to the fermented berries, but they had never had that effect on her before. However, if she leaked when she came…
“When I fell asleep on the couch,” I sat up, a questioning smirk against my face. “Did you…?”
I didn’t think it was possible, but Volt’s face turned an even deeper shade of crimson.
“You’re a little perv!” I laughed, turning around and pinning her to the couch.
<I didn’t mean to!> She struggled, a grin beginning to form from her mortified blush. <It just happened! You, on me, touching me on my m-mark, I just…> Her eyes widened, and her breathing slowed. <It was everything I wanted->
It was my turn to kiss her. She squirmed with pleasure, even more so when she had no room to maneuver. I gripped her side, and she chirped with pleasure, her tiny frame gripped with once more with her high-pitched moans.
I broke the kiss, and suggested me move to the bedroom, with towels. She agreed enthusiastically. And as it turned out, that was a wise decision.
---ooo---
I won’t bore you with our other first attempts in love; we were inexperienced, and there was more laughter and error than art in our ways. But, as we continued, we learned each other’s bodies, and what we liked, and what we loved. Volt adored being restrained, and I thoroughly enjoyed teasing her, keeping her on her very thin line between desperation and ecstasy.
I can’t pin the moment I knew I loved her romantically; it was a blurred line between our first date, and the eternity afterwards of silly moments and memorable adventures. I never thought I could love another like I did her, but each time she chirped my name, from breathless exhilaration to quiet companionship, I felt my heart yearn to be hers all over again.
And I couldn’t wait for our adventures to come.
Edited June 11, 2016 by Alexxx
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Oh my gosh! You guys are the most patient people on the planet; thank you for waiting! I couldn't ask for better fans! X3 <3!
Previously…
Our heroes have been trapped in a dangerous tomb, sacred to the mysterious Unknown, and to mythical Pokemon not yet encountered. Wishing to weaken them further, these creatures banished our companions into different parts of this underground labyrinth, in a mysterious manner similar to Mew-Two, long before.
Recalling her previous escapades, Wiggly tetters dangerously close to losing control on the hallowed ground, with Nova and Josh not far behind.
---Sandy---
<I’m not sure!>
Nova shifted uncomfortably, balling his hands by his hips. The glow of the cavern flickered from the faint light of his tale, illuminating the haunting stalagmites around us.
None of the structures grew from the ceiling, however. Crumbled rock and fractured stone told the only tale we needed about what happened to the once grand stalactites that held fast to the ceiling, all those years ago.
I swallowed.
<I only a-ask,> Nova gulped, swishing his tale before us to provide a meager light, <Because, before, Josh always said to stick to the left. But, I don’t know if that still holds between teleportation.>
<I don’t think->
<And three dimensional space.> He added.
I growled. <I doubt it matters; if we’re lost, we’re lost. Better to move in one direction quickly then to stay and die.>
<B-but we can’t mark the walls! We’ll have no points of reference, or->
I was going to strangle him. Two minutes, and he was already reciting every single thing that could ever possibly go wrong, and the best practices of every piece of minutia that he had ever read, seen, or studied. All the while I looked him over him just kept talking, scaring himself more and more with each passing word.
I fancied the idea of slapping him like in the movies, but I felt as if that would likely lead to the opposite of the desired effect. Plus, Josh would be pissed.
<-And we’ll never escape alive!> he finished, nearly in a panic.
<You are literally a dragon.> I said, grinding my teeth. <What do you have to be afraid of? You’ve fought legends before, defeated the strongest trainers alive. Why are you so freaking scared?> Nova went silent, staring into the floor as I pressed on, jabbing my finger into his chest. <I’m serious! Whatever is out there is either dead or sleeping, or just Unknown, one of the weakest Pokemon in existence. You have nothing to fear. No reason to be terrified.>
Nova turned to the side. <It still feels real to me.>
<Then that’s your problem.>
I was mad. No, I was pissed. What right did he have, a dragon, to be more afraid then a lost, defenseless girl without a light source? Static I could understand; I loved his spunk if perhaps not his headstrong nature. Mew would have been fine; I could get past his arrogance and see the picture behind it.
But Nova?
I walked ahead, heedless of the tiny snivels behind me. God. I remember pushing my Pokemon to the breaking point – Wiggly included – training them to be at their best. Never accepting failure, from their teammates, or from within. I have no idea how Josh had the temperance to stand his whiny insecurities for this long, but I would be damned before I would bend for his little act.
<Why aren’t you in the front?> I demanded, squinting through darkness in an attempt to gain my footing. Nova stumbled ahead shakily, once again bathing the rock walls with a hint of light. I almost commanded him to actually help – make his tail glow brighter, or use some flame attack for actual use – but I bit my tongue and continued.
We walked in silence for some time, with his occasional hiccupping sob as the only thing to break the crunch of gravel underfoot.
<…Do you hate me?> He whispered, staring into the cavern with teary eyes.
Yes.
I shook my head, banishing the thought. <No, I don’t hate you. You just…frustrate me.>
<W-why? What am I doing wrong?>
I took a deep breath, somewhat quelling my anger. <We’re just different, Nova. When I was young, I was alone. If I had hesitated, or doubted myself, I wouldn’t be here today. I would’ve been digested long ago by the creatures you can destroy with a breath.>
Nova stopped. I realized we had reached the high of this incline, which was blockaded with massive boulders and jagged rocks.
<Do you…envy me?>
<No!> I scoffed.
Nova wiped his eyes, and gave me a careful gaze. I frowned, staring at the boulders, and digested the question.
<Perhaps.> I faltered. <I’ve always felt weak, like this. I love being human – don’t get me wrong – but having your power to back you up, your fire, the ability to soar…>
Nova gave a sad smile, and prodded a pebble with his foot. <I’d give anything to have your confidence.>
Maybe that was it then.
Maybe none of us were complete.
<I can smash these rocks, but I’m worried it’ll just trigger another rockslide.> Nova said with a frown. <Luckily, with this incline, I can just glide us back down to our original location pretty quick, and we can just choose a different path. If, you know, you’re alright with that.>
<Sure.> I nodded, standing behind him. He knelt to the floor, and I awkwardly waddled onto his back, trying to use his wings as leverage. He shifted – nearly knocking me off – then repositioned himself back on all fours, giving a flustered giggle.
<Have you done this before?> I chuckled, attempting to gain some sort of balance before we took off.
<Yes…ish? Skarr always felt, um, concerned when I suggested the idea of flying with Josh->
<Can’t imagine why.> I grinned.
<Well, at the time, it was more of a them activity, you know? And, I suppose, I didn’t want to…take that away.>
<That’s thoughtful of you.>
Nova smiled. It felt good to see it, as if a small weight was lifted.
<Hey, Nova,> I swallowed. <I’m…sorry for making you cry.>
<Sorry for frustrating you.> He smirked, wagging his fire-tipped tail behind him. <Ready?>
I nodded, and we were off instantly, jolting my poor bladder hard as we took to the air. My groin rather quickly reminded me of the two-liter I had polished off earlier with Wiggly, and I clenched my thighs around Nova, awkwardly hoping he wouldn’t notice.
What is it about soda that doesn’t give you any warning?
If he did notice, he was polite enough not to respond. His own desperation seemingly forgotten – likely more mental than physical – as we glided down the slope.
What would’ve been a dangerous uphill glide made a rather smooth decent, and at my prodding, we continued downward, into the earth. The cavern floor eventually smoothed out and shrunk, and after a moment, Nova landed, furling his wings.
Around us, different white crystals danced around the shadows cast by Nova’s flame. Nova swallowed, staring down a crevasse in the cavern’s floor, and into a pool of water below.
His eyes traced the water to its source – a small spring – and with it, a different path far deeper into the cavern. Nova’s paw traced it’s way past his stomach and onto his groin, lightly squeezing himself before resuming its place at his side. He blushed when he saw that I had noticed, then flushed more vibrantly as his hand returned.
<I…really have to go.>
<Tell me about it.> I swallowed.
<D-do you mind if I hold myself? I know it’s childish, but->
<I won’t tell if you won’t.> I swallowed, rubbing the front of my jeans. My bladder was already shooting warning pulses down my urethra, and I swallowed, wondering if it would be better to simply let go into the stream below, and deal with whatever repercussions may come, or to hold it, and hope to make it out without angering whatever monstrosity lurked below.
<Ready?> Nova asked, offering his hand in assistance in traversing the crevasse.
I accepted, and journeyed deeper into the hollowed earth.
---Josh---
[They are but objects, Josh. Trinkets and baubles; nothing more.]
[I had everything, Mew!] I shrieked.
It was true. Sleeping bags, potions, food rations, multiple water bottles, changes of clothes, every rational thing a trainer could need, and many, many completely superfluous items as well.
And now, it was gone. My precious backpack.
The ghost of the weight still lingered on my back, a haunting negative energy. No Pokeballs, no revives, no full restores.
Mew hovered by my side, coiling his tail around my wrist. [Items, Josh. Such things can be recovered.]
I clutched tuffs of my hair as I scrambled, desperately looking for my pack. [How are we going to catch any ancient without Pokeballs, Mew!?]
[Your friend Ethan found shoes to be an effective deterrent.] Mew smirked.
[I’m serious!]
Mew gave a musical laugh, then instantly went ridged, pink fur standing ridged. I turned, following his stare to a stagnant pool of water a few yards away.
Mew floated above the offending liquid, giving small chirps above. [This isn’t right. This isn’t normal.]
[What’s gotten into you, Mew?]
[Refraction!] He barked, continuing his small, echoing chirps. [Liquid refracts sound. Always at an angle, and always both absorbing and reflecting some of the original sound.]
[And this does it differently?]
[This reflects nothing.] Mew shivered, shrinking away from the offending liquid.
I walked closer, and spoke near the watery black. Sure enough, though I could hear my own voice, the cavernous echo was strongly reduced.
[So, is it deeper than normal? Is it different than regular water?]
[It’s different than regular matter.]
I reached for my rope, instantly feeling wrenching loss. My pack…!
“Whatever.” I grimaced, removing my jacket, and coiling it around. I did the same with my shirt, knotting them in a poor excuse for actual equipment, then started with my belt.
[Why Josh!] Mew blushed, placing an overexerted paw over his mouth.
[Can you psychic this together or something?] I growled, face flushing as I struggled with my jeans.
[Not without a pre-existing adhesive.]
[Can you…then…transform into me, and use my/your clothes to help?]
[Transformations such as those would utilize what you refer to as clothes as my fur.]
I blinked, shivering slightly in my boxers. [So…is it possible?]
[As possible as removing your own skin.]
[…Nevermind.] I grimaced, lowering my makeshift clothing rope into the puddle.
I felt no resistance as it entered the pool; no splash, or ripples against the clean, featureless black. After a moment I removed the rope, only to find that the clothes had lost all their color.
I touched it, smearing the gray across my fingers.
[Fascinating.] Mew murmured, staring at the colorless clothing, and then my now grayish hand.
It was cold, almost like ice, and had the consistency a heavy gas, trailing down my hand. There was a hint of something in the way it moved; the lethargy of a memory forgotten, or the reflection of a darkened mirror.
I stared at it fascinated in the way it crept up my arm, staining me in the grey. I could taste sorrow in the way it moved; a longing, and an incomprehensible distance as more crept of from the false pool.
I could feel Mew grabbing me, screaming something as he attempted to wrench me away from the influence, but I didn’t remember a struggle. I merely remembered feeling at peace, returning to a home that wasn’t, and at last, finding the missing piece to myself that I never realized I lost.
Lucidity.
I gasped for air in a world of grey. I stood on a world only a few meters across, shaped like a wide swirl of solid, yet shifting matter.
Mew’s pink coat shone like a beacon in tis colorless world, his eyes wide and tearful. [Josh! JOSH!]
[Where are we?]
[We don’t have long; mortals weren’t meant to survive here. Try to hold on, and don’t focus on any details. They aren’t…defined, here.]
[Are we in a different world?]
[The first world.] Mew shivered. [Our world is beautiful, a sun less than ninety-two million miles away, and a moon that allows the movement of the seas without explosive title waves. A planet that allows life to flourish yet struggle, and a place where water rains from the sky.
[Such a place was difficult to craft. You can’t make a place like that on your first try, no. It took…iterations.]
I walked, ignoring the discolored rocks, and the fact that the path materialized before us, as if we weren’t floating on a rock in a void of grayish haze.
A black haze eclipsed the sky. Mew went ridged, shifting from pink to black, and held me close. The black mist floated lazily by, and after a moment, resumed its traditional black.
Mew shifted back to pink. [The Creation is still imperfect. You won’t find Pokemon here; only one would choose to stay in a place such as this. This is his afterlife. His heaven and prison, where he chooses to rest and rebel against the better worlds. The Renegade.]
I swallowed, reaching for my Pokeballs, only to once again realize my failing. I grimaced. Why even have a belt if I kept my Pokeballs in the side pouch?
Wait, how was I clothed?
I swallowed the question in favor of another. [How do we leave?]
[There are places where this realm kisses our own. Leaks and disruptions, though I could probably blast a whole through a mirror, or a stationary pool of water.]
The black returned, and Mew once again turned gray. It lingered, longer this time, eclipsing the sky in the blackish mist.
A chill raced down my core, and I twinged, recalling my rather full bladder. I swallowed, my need increasing with my fear as the charcoal smoke hovered in the sky.
The more I stared, the more I could almost make out its features. It was all grey, but there was gold in it as well, like stripes and necklaces adorning a once lost love. The red of wounds earned in battle, but also from within, jutting out from heartbreak and guilt. And black. The doom and death of black.
[Josh!] Mew hissed, pulling me from my mind. The mist had left, and my world slowly faded back to some semblance of normality. [He is growing suspicious. The world does not normally form like this unless expected. Come on; we must hurry.]
[What is it?] I whispered, still transfixed in with a feeling of loss I had never experienced.
[Giratina.]
---Nova---
Something was following us.
With one of my paws clutching my groin, I bounced silently against one of the cave walls. Sandy peered down the cave, squinting into the darkness.
Sandy whispered.
[But you saw it, right?]
[Yes I saw it!] Sandy hissed. [Now come on; we need to keep moving in order to get out of here.]
[But it could be right over there!]
[Or it could be behind us!] Sandy huffed.
I covered my crotch, dancing in place as Sandy moved forward. I could tell she needed it bad too – she crossed her legs as she walked, always pressing her thighs together, with her hands balled at her sides.
I’m still not sure what I saw. It looked like a human, but also like a ghost. Transparent, with claws for hands and holes where the eyes should be.
And black. All black.
I tucked my tail though my legs and waddled forward, holding my meager, flickering fire. It also kind of helped put pressure against my pelvis, but also a bit on my bladder.
[Oh my gosh,] I murmured, doubling over again and pressing a hand against myself.
Sandy took a shaky breath, squirming slightly. [No kidding.]
She snuck a hand beneath her jeans and gave herself a quick squeeze, then unbuttoned her pants, yet left them zipped. [You don’t have anything on you by chance?]
I looked inside Josh’s bag helplessly. Everything was packed super tight, and he never let anyone else use it. I felt awkward for even having it, except that it was moved here with us, instead of him.
I tried to look inside without moving much around, to little avail. [What are we even looking for?]
Sandy snatched my bag, quickly riffling through until she found a slightly crumpled 6-ounce water bottle. [Perfect!]
[S-Sandy! You’ll spill, and you’ll get us killed!]
She already had her pants unzipped, wedging the bottle into herself. [Look, it’s this, or my pants, and I can, you know, aim. Kind of.]
[You’re a girl!] I shrieked. [It’ll go everywhere and then we’ll both die!]
She wedged the bottle in her pants, cringing as the plastic pushed into her bladder. [If it spills a little, it’ll just get on my pants and dry. Better?]
[NO! Because if it spills a lot then we’ll die!]
[I’m going to spill a lot regardless!]
[Then…I don’t know!] I blushed, flustered at the entire situation. [Maybe we could…find one with a wider lid? That one is way too small-]
Just then, I heard the sound of liquid pattering against plastic. Sandy squirmed with bliss as she released, giving a shaky sigh into the cavern air. I could hear the bottle fill, and with it, the crotch of Sandy’s jeans slowly began to darken.
[Sandy!]
[Whoops!] Sandy gulped, repositioning the water bottle. [Oh my god, it’s nearly full already. Don’t you have anything bigger? Like a bucket?]
[If I did we would’ve used it by now!] I whined, holding myself tighter. Seeing her pee in front of me made the need so much worse, as if I was practically standing next to a toilet myself. [Stop, before you spill!]
[Trying…!] Sandy winced, though I could still hear the torrent of pee filling the water bottle to the brim.
[Sandy!]
She grimaced, and her thighs quivered, and the pee stream dripped to a stop. She carefully slipped the bottle out of her pants, and slipped a cap on the nearly-overflowing container.
I was nearly crying with the effort of holding in my own pee, but after a moment, the wave of desperation died down somewhat, and I was able to focus.
She had done a number on her jeans; the entire crotch was dark nearly to her knees, both on the front and the back. Yet, none had fallen to the floor, and most had gotten in the bottle.
[See? I told you I had it.] She blushed, and admixture of humiliation and confidence.
[Did that help?]
[…Not really.] She winced.
A dark shadow darted past, and I instantly recognized it as the black figure from before. A hiss of urine struck the inside of my tail, and I quickly clamped my paw against myself to prevent more from leaking to the floor. I whined as I felt my bladder howl in protest, and I looked around, preparing myself for a fight.
It was nowhere to be seen, and in its place, an odd, featureless black hole nearly the size of a man.
I turned to Sandy, but she was gone.
Taken.
I swallowed as a tremble shook my entire core. Inside the crevasse, no doubt.
I leaked just a little bit, then raced inside.
---Wiggly---
I was at my limit.
No, I was far past my limit. Whatever limit I thought had previously existed, whatever capacity I thought I had was shattered. I knew I had no time – minutes, seconds – before I burst all over the cavern floor. My eyes watered as I took one more step, jolting my poor bladder just one step further. I was completely dry, and I knew as soon as I let go just a little bit, I wouldn’t be able to stop.
“Just go, babe.” Static pushed. “There’s no one here. Nothing’s going to get you; you’ll be fine.”
“I can’t just go, Static! I’m not an outside Pokemon! I can’t just do something like that!”
Static motioned me over to a fallen stalactite, and leaned against the formation. “Come here.”
I shakily obeyed, not allowing my paw to leave my groin. It was stuck in a permanent clench around myself, corking my pee-hole as I made my way towards the stalactite.
“Here, lean against it like this.” He offered.
I swallowed, resting at an angle my back against the formation with my feet still barely supporting my weight. It felt nice having the weight somewhat off my bladder, but the pressure was still unimaginable.
“Now what?” I whined, holding myself with both paws.
“Just pee.”
“I can’t pee – haven’t you been paying attention!?” I snapped, stomping my foot. “I can’t go outside, I’m not wild! I have to have a toilet or something!”
“Then just pretend you’re at a toilet! A…weird one, where you have to lean sideways to use it, or something.”’
“I can’t just pretend-” Another wave doubled me over, and I could feel my pee just on the edge of my urethra, ready to gush a torrent of liquid.
“Here, just try. Close your eyes, and focus on my voice.” Static offered, placing his paws on my own, and gently removing them from my groin. “And stop holding yourself. There. You made it up that elevator, but you still really really have to go, right?”
I murmured an agreement, still squirming.
“Then, you’re dashing to Sandy’s room! She’s opened the door, and you’re in…”
“Static! J-just rush to the end!” I begged.
“You rush through the Livingroom to the kitchen, through her bedroom and to the bathroom…”
“Static…!”
“Rush in, close the door behind you, open the lid, and…!”
I felt a stream release itself in apprehension, followed instantly by the pent up gush I had been holding for so long. My eyes were shut, but I could practically hear the splash of the toilet water beneath me. This was okay. I could just, for a moment, enjoy the blissful flood pouring out of me. I had made it, despite me still standing up, and not actually hearing the pee hit the water. Actually, I didn’t hear my pee at all. I opened one eye, and noticed my thighs were still smashed together, and I was just freely pissing all over my fur, down to my bottom paws.
I also saw Static, speechless, sporting a massive crimson blush across his muzzle.
“Oh my god I’m peeing on myself. I can’t, a-ah, I can’t stop it!”
Static watched as it continued pouring out of me, drenching my thighs and puddling on the cave floor. It lasted nearly a minute before it tapered off, and I sagged against the rock, exhausted.
“I know this is crazy inappropriate,” Static gulped. “But I am super hard right now.”
“Noted.” I growled, impervious to my boyfriend’s weird kink.
[Who pollutes my sacred ground?] A voice boomed from beyond the hall. It was unmistakably Ancient, with a ferocity unmatched by any mortal Pokemon.
Static leapt in front, shielding me. I rolled my eyes – I was higher level – but I suppose it was more of a protection thing than a macho thing, and I relented.
The thing’s shadow crossed the wall, more than thirty feet wide and twenty feet tall, illuminated only by the strange glowing blue sigils against the walls. A being of smoke and bone, it emerged with a roar…
To reveal it was slight shorter than static.
I blinked. Was this the Ancient? This tiny little grey and gold little caterpillar?
The tiny Ancient squeaked.
“Bring it on, shrimp!” Static grinned, electrifying his fists and smashing them together in a sea of sparks.
I'd say that the next chapter will be done in two weeks or less, but I'm pretty sure I have the estimation accuracy of a drunken, one-handed archer. Sorry! X3 |
HOLY SHIT ANOTHER MARIO PISS STORY
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Luigi moaned and paced around the small cell he was locked in,feeling pretty uncomfortable. It was bad enough being held captive in a hot and sweltering castle filled with lava,but being held captive while dealing with a full bladder was the worst. He’d been locked up here for what felt like hours. He hoped Mario would be here soon…
“Mmmnnn...nnnnhhh…” Luigi moaned silently as he shifted in place. He could almost hear the contents of his very full bladder sloshing around. He didn’t know how long he’d be here,or if Mario was coming for him-heck,he didn’t even know if Mario was even near the castle he was locked up in,but personally he wanted him to hurry. Luigi wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to hold on...but it probably wouldn’t be very long.
Luigi tried sitting down to try and take the pressure away from his aching bladder. It helped….but only a little bit,and soon he was shifting around. He didn’t want to have to grab himself to try and keep under control,that would be embarrassing,even though there probably wasn’t another living soul here aside from the enemies littered around. So he awkwardly crossed his legs,squeezing them together tightly.
“Mmmmnnn...G-Gotta go…” Luigi’s face was slightly red,his body shook lightly. His stomach started to ache. He squeezed his legs together again,moaning and whimpering. Right now the one thing he wanted was to just let go,and he’d feel so much better afterwards…
"Ah-!!” Just thinking about his situation made his bladder give a sudden spasm. Luigi nearly lost it but managed to quickly regain control. The only logical thing he could do right now (other than wait) was sit down,cross his legs and attempt to not think about his predicament. Which was pretty hard,considering that every time he thought of something his thoughts immediately redirected to his aching,possibly overfilled bladder,begging to release. Thinking about Mario especially didn’t work. He and his brother enjoying a walk...on the way home,Mario ending up really needing to…
“N-No-!!” Luigi nearly screamed as another,sudden spasm washed over him,almost making him leak a little. Thinking about Mario was clearly out of the question...just as his bladder gave another sudden jerk.
“S-Stop-!!” Luigi didn’t care if he was pretty much screaming at himself,he did NOT want to wet himself. He slowly stood up,his legs still tightly crossed,and stumbled over to the bars separating him from the molten world. He nervously glanced around,hoping for a familiar speck of red and blue,his legs shaking. Nothing,so far…
“M-Mario...please hurry..” Luigi moaned. Reluctantly,he pulled himself away from the bars...and his hands immediately shot to his crotch area,squeezing tightly. Luigi had completely abandoned his resolve of trying not to grab himself,he had to go that badly. He shifted and whined,squirming rather wildly. “Uuuuhhh…”
Just to add salt to his wounds,Luigi realized something dangerous.
His throat was as dry as sandpaper. He needed a drink...but at the same time he needed to pee really badly. Only there were were no sources of water in sight, and he was definitely NOT going to pull a Bear Grylls… Now what? He was nearly full,but…
He noticed something out of the corner of his eye. What was it? Carefully turning around,he noticed that it was...a water bottle? Squatting slowly,he picked it up,and then immediately shot back up upwards-which turned out to be a bad idea. This sent a sudden spasm through him,making his desperation jump,almost resulting in a leak.
“H-Haah-!!”
Luigi was nearly at the point of crying. He needed to go so badly,it hurt. But he was also so thirsty…
Abandoning all thoughts,he forced the cap open,and slowly chugged the water bottle,a few stray tears running down his face. He knew he’d regret this decision sooner or later,but the cool water felt refreshing on his dry throat…
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But minutes later, Luigi was in pain.
“H-Haa...ahh...hh..nnhh..” Several short moans and catchbreaths escaped him as he leaned against the wall,his hands jammed tightly into his crotch. That bottle of water was one too much-it hurt to move around, and even slight movements sent little tinges through his aching bladder. He was almost curled into a fetal position,lying on his side,hands squeezing his crotch tightly.
Luigi was at the point of crying now. He really needed to go,so badly it hurt. Tears squeezed from his eyes and rolled down his face as he struggled to hold in the torrent in his bladder. There was a small bulge just below his tummy,visible on Luigi’s thin,wiry frame. He trudged over to the bars again and looked for his brother-and to his surprise,there he was! Squaring off against some Boomerang Bros.,but he was here!
“Yeah-!! Oooohh…”
Luigi cheered before suddenly whimpering and moaning,his hands squeezing his crotch tightly. He shifted around,lifting his legs slightly,doing anything and everything he could to keep the floodgates closed…
He noticed the small corner. Maybe he could pee there..? No,someone would notice. But then again,nobody pretty much was here…
Screw it,Luigi decided. He was nearly about to burst. Who cared if someone had to clean up some urine? He shifted over to the small corner,hands pressed tightly into his crotch. He made sure his front wasn’t visible at all,then shakily unzipped the zipper on his overalls.
As soon as he did this he started to leak. “Ohh...p-please,n-no…” He willed himself to regain control,and after pulling out,and looking around once again,he relaxed and let himself go.
At first all that came out was a sharp hiss as another spurt jetted out of him. Luigi bit his lip,trying to stay silent. Loud noises could be heard from outside his cell. He moaned softly,then focused on the wall,then willed himself to relax. Just as the large wooden trapdoor opened.
“Hey,bro!”
“Haaaaaaaahhh~...” Luigi had finally let go,and nearly immediately a long moan leaked out as the warm urine almost effortlessly flowed out of him,alerting Mario to what was going on. So much better...
“Wow.” Mario teased. “Sounds like you really had to go,huh.”
“Mm-hm..” Luigi mumbled,oblivious to what was going on, in a daze from relief. The urine trickled down the corner,some leaked into little crevices in the wall,but anyway Luigi was still peeing,his stream still going strong as another relieved “haaahh…” escaped his lips.
“I’ll let you finish peeing..” Mario said simply. He turned around,giving Luigi some privacy.
Soon after,his stream died down to a gentle drip before going away completely. There was a large puddle of urine in that corner,with fresh urine still running down the wall.
“That’s better…” Luigi sighed,blushing.
“I bet it was..” Mario smiled. |
Juvia Lockser sat at her table, one hand drumming on her knee and the other twisting through her deep blue hair. As usual, the Guild Hall was loud and lively, with shouts and laughter filling the large room. Juvia ignored it all, her eyes set only on Gray Fullbuster. The shirtless man stood in front of the job board, squinting as he looked over the available missions one by one. Finally, he grasped one of the papers and yanked it from the board. He turned to face the din, glancing around until he spotted the blonde he was looking for.“Oy, Lucy!” Gray yelled over the noise. “We've got a job in Hargeon. The request says that someone broke into a magic shop and did something to the items, they're messing with people's magic power.”“Oh?” Lucy sounded as she stood up from her table, patting down her light green skirt. “Shouldn't we wait for the others? Where are they, anyway?”“Well,” Gray sighed, “the Master told me that Erza left for an S-Class mission in the middle of the night, and as soon as Natsu heard, he and Happy took off after her. I don't even know where they are. This seems simple enough at least. You coming or what?”“Yeah, I suppose,” Lucy agreed. “It's just that I've never been on a job with only two people...”“You scared?” Gray taunted her. “If it makes you feel better, we'll bring someone else strong with us. HEY, MIRA-”“JUVIA WILL COME!” Juvia suddenly shouted, shoving herself in front of Gray so quickly that Lucy could have sworn it was Teleportation magic if she didn't know any better. “Hargeon is near the water so Juvia's power will be even stronger, and Juvia couldn't stand Gray going on a mission alone with...HER,” Juvia quickly ranted out, staring angrily at Lucy, who could only smile awkwardly and shake her head in return.“Sounds fine to me,” Gray said, sliding past Juvia towards the Guild's front door.“If you're going outside, at least put some clothes on...” Lucy mumbled, noticing that Gray had abandoned his pants at some point and was now in his underwear.***************
It was an uneventful trip to Hargeon. Without Natsu and his motion sickness to entertain them, the train ride was quiet and slow. Lucy was keeping busy playing with Plue, Gray was staring blankly out the window, and Juvia was staring blankly at Gray. Finally, the train began to slow and it creaked into the station at Hargeon. The passengers stood up stretching and made their way to the exits. The platform was crowded and Juvia kept getting knocked around by passing pedestrians, her eyes still locked on Gray. They stumbled out of the crowd and Gray dug the request sheet from his pocket to check the address.Juvia's stare flipped to Lucy for a moment as the blonde girl sighed. She was leaning against the platform wall with one leg held tightly across the other. “I need to use the bathroom here before we go anywhere,” Lucy stated, staring across the platform at the brick restroom near the exit. “Juvia, come with me?”“Why?” Juvia said simply, looking back to Gray.“Well we were on that train for hours, don't you have to pee?” Lucy asked.“Juvia's body is made out of water, she is superior to Lucy and does not do that,” Juvia said smugly.Lucy sighed. “Either way, it's just polite for girls to go together. Come on.” Lucy was bouncing in place now, her short skirt floofing about with her movements.“Go ahead, Juvia,” Gray mumbled absently. “I need to ask around about this address anyway, maybe buy a map. I don't know the street it's on.”“Fine,” Juvia conceded. She followed Lucy towards the rectangular brick building and into the empty restroom, looking around the strange environment. She could count the times she had been inside a bathroom on less than one hand.“Oh damn, I have to go so badly,” Lucy groaned once the door closed behind them. She folded her legs again and pressed two fists into her thighs.“What does it feel like?” Juvia asked suddenly. “Having to do...that?”“Wait, you were serious?” Lucy stammered as she lifted her skirt and grasped the sides of her light pink panties, still holding her legs together tightly. “You don't pee?”“Juvia has no need to...she does not need to drink, or eat, or bathe, or anything. When Juvia needs to refresh herself, she just turns to water and back again and Juvia is good as new.”“That's really amazing,” Lucy said. “I have a pretty small bladder, so I need to pee all the time...you asked how it feels? I don't know if I can explain it to someone who doesn't feel it. Look at me, you might be able to get some idea. A while after you drink, a pressure builds up right here.” Lucy patted her lower abdomen. “The longer you hold it in, the stronger the pressure gets. You start shaking and squirming and sweating. If you wait too long, it can even happen accidentally when your muscles just can't hold on anymore...thankfully that's never happened to me, but it's about to if I don't pee right now...my bladder feels like a rock.”With that, Lucy slid her panties down and sat on the toilet. The spray of water hit Juvia's ears instantly, and Lucy's face went limp with relief. She moaned out loud and leaned forwards, closing her eyes.“It looks like it feels good,” Juvia whispered. “Juvia wishes she could pee.”Lucy laughed. “You're probably better off without it. It only feels good when you're really desperate and it can be very annoying sometimes. Being on a tough mission while I'm so full that I'm leaking in my underwear is not fun. Alright, I think I'm about done here...” Lucy exhaled as a few more spurts of her pee dripped into the toilet, and then she stood up, shook her bottom a little, and slid her panties back on. She let her skirt fall in place as she crossed to the door.“Gray probably pees, Juvia should ask him what it's like as well,” Juvia mumbled excitedly as Lucy began to push the door open.Lucy's face went red and she lightly punched Juvia's shoulder. “You can't do that!”“Why not?”“Well because, it's...it's private. You're not supposed to talk to people about it. It's embarrassing.”“Juvia has been talking to Lucy about it for some time now,” Juvia stated defiantly.“It's different for girls,” Lucy coughed. “We can talk about anything with each other, and it's alright to say you're going to the bathroom so you don't just wander off with no explanation, but you're supposed to try to keep it private when men are around.”Juvia looked down and quickly nodded. “Juvia thanks you for telling her this. Juvia almost made a fool of herself in front of Gray. She will never ever mention peeing around him.”Lucy sighed, then laughed again. “That's good. Anyway, lets go, he's probably got directions by now...”They left the bathroom and glanced around the train station, looking around for Gray. It took them a long time to spot him as they hardly recognized him with a shirt on, but he was standing by the stairs struggling to fold a large map. He looked up as they approached, a small grin on his face. “Welcome back. I found the street, it's only a few blocks from here. This shouldn't take long, let's get moving.” Gray turned and took off up the stairs.“Hey, wait for us!” Lucy shouted, running up after him with Juvia on her tail. They made it up the stairs and onto the streets, sprinting after Gray as he bolted through alleys and side streets. Finally they came to a halt, Lucy breathing heavily as Gray scanned the buildings.“There,” Gray said, pointing at a small wooden building with a green sign that read: S.D.Magic - Defensive Spells and Magical Security. The three Wizards made their way across the road to the solid wooden door, where Gray tried the doorknob. It was locked. He knocked on the door, trying to peer in through the covered windows. “Hello? We're here from Fairy Tail to answer your request.”
At this, they heard a shuffle and seconds later a series of locks could be heard unlatching from the inside. Gray stepped back as the door opened towards him, and a young woman poked her head out and quickly waved them inside. “Thank you so much for coming,” the woman said. “My name is Heather, and I own this shop.”“Good to meet you, Heather!” Lucy quipped happily. “I'm Lucy, this is Gray, and she's Juvia,” she finished, pointing at the others. “So what's going on? There's been a robbery?”Heather performed a funny head movement, as though she attempted to nod and shake her head at the same time. “Yes, well- not really a robbery, actually. There was a break-in a couple of weeks ago, but he didn't steal anything. You see, our shop specializes in defensive magic that's intended to stun or distract attackers. I invented most of the products in here for my own use, and figured I could sell them to other people to use for self defense. However, this guy sabotaged a number of the products and followed the women who bought them, robbing them blind when the magic items backfired. I only caught wind of it a few days ago, there were five victims all because I wasn't paying enough attention...”“Hey, don't do that,” Gray said. “You're not to blame here, the bastard who did this is. We'll catch him, I promise you that.”“Ooohhhhh, Gray is so heroic!” Juvia howled, squishing herself up next to him.He grinned awkwardly and tried to step away, looking at the items around the shop. “So what did he sabotage?” Gray asked.“I've checked everything left in the store three times over,” Heather said. “The only ones left that he messed with are over here.” She pointed to a desk behind her with a few items on top of it. Gray walked past her and stared at the desk. There was a nondescript silver ring, a simple dark blue dress, and a brown purse. “As you can see, the items are designed to look plain and unassuming. Ornate products would simply make my customers a bigger target.”“This is a good idea,” Gray said. “A lot of people without magic power could use these in this difficult world. Tell me, what does this dress do?” he asked, pointing at the blue garment.“That's one of my more powerful and expensive products,” Heather explained. “When someone buys it, I use my own magic to lock it to that person. When someone else touches it, they're stunned, and if the attacker is a wizard, it actually suppresses their magic power for a time.”Gray furrowed his brow. “That's dangerous magic,” he said. “Nobody should be able to shut down someone's magic power.”“You have to understand,” Heather pleaded. “I designed these things to protect women from the worst kind of people. They have to be powerful, they have to be merciless, just like the people they're designed to stop. I never thought this would happen...”“I do understand,” Gray sighed. “It just means that this is more serious than I thought. We'll take the dress, I know how we're going to catch this guy.”************“Juvia is still not sure that this is a good idea,” Juvia whined, fearfully eyeing her new outfit. “Why can't Lucy wear this?”“You look better in blue,” Gray said shirtlessly, staring out the window at the dimming sun.Juvia went red and folded her arms in front of her. “If Gray thinks she looks good, Juvia will wear whatever he likes,” Juvia chirped.“You'll be safe, Juvia,” Gray assured her. “We'll stop him before he can even get near you.”"Juvia will trust Gray," she said with a decisive nod. "It is nearly dark. Should Juvia go outside now?""Yeah. Just walk normally and follow the path we laid out for you." Over the past hour, Heather and Lucy had drawn a line on Gray's map that hit all the locations of the previous attacks. "Our target will see the dress and hopefully go after you. Lucy will have Gemini out for two extra pairs of eyes. As soon as he's spotted, we'll move in from three directions. You just try to keep away from him, don't try to fight. If he touches that dress, you'll be the one to suffer the effects. I doubt our enemy is very strong, but he must be able to use some kind of Enchantment magic. Don't underestimate him.""Juvia understands. She will be the best bait she can be."Gray nodded and watched as she opened the front door and stepped onto the silent road. He motioned to Lucy, who followed him up the stairs and out the second floor window onto the roof. Lucy summoned Gemini as quietly as she could manage, quickly explaining the situation to the two little spirits. They nodded and floated up into the air, scanning the streets for anything suspicious. The last few people on the street were making their way to their houses, and as Juvia began walking, she was alone.Juvia had the street names repeating in her mind, following the turns and attempting to look casual. It was hard for her to keep her eyes forward, she had to fight the urge to keep looking over her shoulder. I have to trust Gray. He will protect me. Still, she shivered as she continued down the dark road with her eyes forward and her ears strained. She had already passed the locations of the first three attacks, and was approaching the third when she heard it.Footsteps, rapidly approaching from the rear. Juvia kept her pace and closed her eyes, putting all her faith in Gray. The footsteps became louder and louder, when suddenly;"HEEEY, JUVIA!"Juvia nearly jumped out of her skin at the shout, spinning around to see Natsu Dragneel standing behind her. She exhaled slowly, trying to stop herself from shivering. "What is Natsu doing here? Juvia nearly died from fright..."Natsu let out a barking laugh. "I couldn't find Erza, so when I got back to the guild, the Master told me where you all went so I had Happy fly me over here as fast as he could."The head of the small blue cat poked over Natsu's right shoulder with an exhausted, halfhearted "Aye~"At that, Juvia looked up to see Gray and Lucy sliding off the rooftops nearby. They stormed over, glaring, and Natsu looked between them with confusion on his face. "What?""You ruined our sting," Lucy shouted. "We were using Juvia to lure a thief out into the open and you just blew it, Natsu!""You mean that thief?" Natsu quipped, pointing towards a nearby alley with his thumb. The others followed his point, seeing a small man in a dark cloak laying in an unconscious heap against the stone wall. "I saw him following you from the alleys while we were flying over the town. I didn't know who he was, but he looked shady so I beat him up anyway.""Heh, that's Natsu for ya' I guess," Lucy mumbled.Gray just shook his head and stomped over to the unconscious man, pulling him up by the hood and slapping him awake. "Oy, are you the one that sabotaged the items over at S.D.Magic?""Yeb, imm sorby," the man choked out through his swollen face.Gray sighed and let him fall back to the ground. "Natsu, bring him to the soldiers. The rest of us will go back to the shop and tell Heather, the shopkeeper, that we took care of the thief.""Fine, fine," Natsu said dismissively. "I just got here and you already want me to drag some guy around. Anyway, sorry for scaring you, Juvia. You alright?" With that, and before anyone could think to stop him, Natsu gave Juvia a friendly pat on her back."DON'T TOUCH HER!" Gray and Lucy roared together, but it was far too late. Natsu stumbled backwards as there was a flash of blinding yellow light, and Juvia was face-down on the ground, her arms twitching."Juvia!" Gray knelt down and turned her over by her exposed arms, being careful not to touch the dress."It's okay to touch it now," Lucy breathed. "Heather said the enchantment only works once, it's just clothes now. It was meant to stun anyone around, but it was redirected to Juvia...""Juuuvia meee," Juvia moaned, her eyes hazy and unfocused."Ugh, she's completely done for a bit,” Lucy sighed. “Heather said the stun can last up to ten minutes. Gray, pick her up and let's get back to the store. Natsu, I would love to slap you for this, but I know it wasn't really your fault. Just take the thief to the soldiers before he wakes up."Natsu nodded with his mouth hanging a little open, still not quite sure what was going on. "Is Juvia alright?""She will be in a little while," Lucy said. "We gotta get her back to the creator of this spell, maybe she can break it. We'll meet you back at the guild.""Ah...alright," Natsu said. "Come on, Happy..."Gray watched as Natsu and his tired cat lugged the criminal down the road, then he knelt down and took Juvia into his arms. "Even though she's unconscious, she feels really light," Gray said softly as he began to walk."Heh," Lucy exhaled. "If she wakes up now, she'll just pass out again when she sees you're carrying her."Gray chuckled. "I just hope Heather can fix her up."They stayed silent as they made their way back to S.D.Magic, where Gray motioned for Lucy to knock on the door. She did so, and Heather answered quickly, gasping as she spotted Juvia. "Oh no, what happened? Was she attacked?"Not exactly," Gray sighed. "We caught the bastard, another of our friends is bringing him to the army right now for arrest, but Juvia was affected by the dress.""Well, she'll be fine..." Heather started. "She should regain consciousness in a couple minutes. However, the suppression of her magic power will last well longer than that, it depends on the victim's body type. She's a small woman, so it could last up to two days. I can mix up a tonic that will likely cut that in half." She turned and jogged into the back room, from which Gray and Lucy could hear the sounds of glasses clanking together."Meeuh," Juvia whispered suddenly. "Where is Juvia? What happened to her?"Gray knelt down next to her. "We're back at S.D.Magic. Natsu showed up out of nowhere and touched the dress, and it knocked you out. I'm sorry I couldn't stop it, but I didn't realize Natsu would do that. How do you feel?""Gray is concerned for Juvia...she is so happy," Juvia mumbled, her eyes still unfocused. "Juvia feels alright-""Done!" Heather chirped, striding back towards them with a giant jar of blueish liquid held between her hands. "This tonic will help you recover much faster. You should have your magic power back in full by tomorrow evening, but you have to drink it all," she said, handing the huge jar to Juvia."Juvia thanks you," Juvia said, bowing her head to Heather. She started sipping at the liquid as Gray and Lucy told Heather exactly what happened."Well make sure this Natsu guy gets a cut of the pay," Heather ordered. "Here you go, fifty thousand Jewels. I'm sorry I can't pay you more, but of course I had to refund all the women who bought the sabotaged merchandise. Please, feel free to stay the night.""Thank you, Heather," Lucy said with a bow. "We'll be out of your hair as soon as we can."They followed Heather upstairs to her home above the shop, where she pointed them into a guest room with a clean hardwood floor and two beds. Juvia had finished her large tonic and handed the empty jar back to Heather, thanking her again. They entered the room and closed the door."Ugh, Juvia has never drank that much," Juvia breathed. "Juvia is tired.""Only two beds," Lucy pointed out.Juvia's face went red and lit up at the same time. "Would...would Gray like to share with Juvia? She does not want to sleep next to Lucy...Lucy kicks.""Hey!"Juvia ignored Lucy's interruption. "There is no couch and the floor is wood, it would be very uncomfortable..."Lucy looked between Gray and Juvia awkwardly. "I'm...going to the bathroom," Lucy mumbled, sliding out of the room quickly. Gray just shrugged and nodded at Juvia. He plopped down on the bed nearest the window, rolling over to face the wall.Juvia couldn't believe what was happening. She gingerly sat down next to Gray, then laid down on her back. "Juvia is so glad to be here with Gray," she whispered. "Gray does have to face the wall. He can face Juvia if he would like to. She does not mind.""It's alright," Gray said. "I usually sleep this direction anyway." What Juvia didn't know was that he usually slept on his back, but doing so would expose the bulge in the front of his pants.Juvia closed her eyes. She felt an faint, unfamiliar tingle inside her belly, and she attributed it to her excitement from being so close to Gray. Lucy came back in and took her own bed. A few minutes later, Juvia was asleep.****************A thin beam of sunlight shone through the curtains, falling across Juvia's face. She blinked awake and squinted at the light, letting out a quiet yawn. The first thing she noticed was that Gray was peacefully asleep beside her. The second thing she noticed was that the unfamiliar tingle in her belly was still there - and it was a lot worse. Without really knowing why, Juvia slowly crossed her legs. Must be a side effect of the dress, Juvia thought. It feels really weird.She lay still for a few more minutes, noticing that the inside of her mouth felt...dry. Something she had never experienced before. Finally she felt Gray stir. He sat up quickly and looked at Juvia, as though he had forgotten she was there. "Oh, Juvia. Good morning. Sleep well?""Juvia did," she said happily."Me too," Lucy piped up. She sat up with a yawn. "Gonna use the bathroom then we can head out.""Same," Gray said. He started to climb over Juvia, but his knee slipped on the loose sheet and he ended up bracing his hand on Juvia's stomach. He didn't press hard, but still Juvia gasped and jumped as though he had hurt her. "Sorry, Juvia, are you alright?" Gray asked quickly."Yes, Juvia is fine...her stomach just feels funny today, and her mouth is dry... Juvia thinks the spell is causing it.""That's strange," came a voice from outside the room. Heather stepped in carrying a huge tray, covered in three egg sandwiches and three large glasses of tea. "Stomach pain isn't something my products cause. Maybe just some nausea from the stress of all this. And your mouth probably feels really dry because of the tonic, it does that... Anyway I made you all some breakfast, maybe some food and tea will help you feel better.""Juvia thanks you," Juvia said. Gray and Lucy eyed the food, but stood and made for the door. "Gotta use the bathroom first," Gray said. "We'll eat in a minute." They walked out and Heather returned to her own room, leaving Juvia to slowly sip at her tea.Minutes passed, when she heard the sound of someone banging on wood. "Lucy, hurry up in there!" Gray's voice resounded from down the hall. "My food's gettin' cold, plus I'm about to piss myself out here!""Don't talk like that around women," Lucy's voice shouted back. "I'll be out in a second."Soon Juvia heard the bathroom door open, then slam again. For some reason she found herself imagining Gray in there. Would he have the same pleased face that Lucy had yesterday? She even found herself wondering if Gray could hold more than Lucy could. Why is Juvia thinking about this? She shook her head violently. As Lucy said, it is private.Lucy returned a second later and started on her sandwich. Juvia wasn't hungry, she just kept drinking the tea. She found that she had a much greater desire to drink since being affected by the dress. Usually she would only drink for flavor, as she didn't need to drink because of her liquid body. She finished the tea quickly, but her mouth still felt very dry. "Juvia needs another drink," Juvia coughed."Take mine," Lucy said. "If I drink it, I'll have to pee really badly while I'm on the train. The way it bounces makes it hard to hold it in.""Thank you," Juvia said, taking the second large cup of tea and drinking it down as Gray walked in and picked up his own meal.Fifteen minutes later, the three of them were waving goodbye to Heather as they began walking towards the train station. Gray was walking in front of the women, again having abandoned his shirt. "You know what's funny?" Lucy whispered to Juvia. "How you never actually see Gray taking his clothes off. One moment he's fully dressed, then you look away for just a second, and suddenly he's half naked. I don't know how he does it.""Mmmhmm," Juvia exhaled. "Juvia feels strange...really strange..."Lucy glanced over to the other girl. She was walking stiffly, her fists clenched and her face flushed and sweaty. "That spell really messed with you, huh...hopefully you'll feel better soon...""It just keeps getting worse though," Juvia moaned. "Juvia thought she would be alright after some time, but she feels...strained.""Heather swears the spell can't really hurt you," Lucy assured her. "We're almost at the train. Once we're back at the guild, maybe Wendy can help you with her Sky Magic healing..."Juvia wasn't really listening. She was focused on the rapidly building sensation inside of her. It didn't feel bad, exactly. And it didn't really hurt. As she had been saying, it just felt...strange. A completely new, alien sensation that she couldn't even chance a guess at. Even weirder than the feeling in her belly was the fact that she was starting to feel it between her legs, a sort of pressure and tingling inside her privates that was completely different than what she felt whenever Gray walked around naked."Please wait a moment," Juvia called. Gray and Lucy stopped and turned, their faces curious. "Juvia is going to turn to water and back. Maybe it will help whatever this problem is..." Juvia stood straight and closed her eyes. She performed a strange sort of hop, then opened her eyes again and looked around in confusion. "Juvia cannot turn to water!""Well, I didn't think so," Lucy said softly. "The dress suppressed your magic power, remember? You won't be able to use any of your abilities for a while still.""But Juvia never thought her body could be kept solid...the water is a part of who Juvia is!"Lucy stepped in and hugged Juvia tightly. Juvia gasped and recoiled as Lucy's weight pressed against her stomach. "I know, this must be so horrible for you," Lucy whispered in a comforting and sincere tone. "Come on, let's get you home where it's familiar and you have all your friends. The train leaves in ten minutes, we have to hurry."Juvia nodded tearfully and started to jog after the others. Every step sent a pulse of the unknown pressure across her belly and down through her privates, and Juvia kept gasping as the feeling kept increasing in strength. It was hard for her to even walk as they made it down the stairs of the train station. Gray quickly paid for their tickets and they boarded the locomotive moments before it started moving.The train pulled clear of the station, bringing on the vast seascape of Hargeon. Juvia stared out the window, and she noticed that watching the waves made the sensation grow and surge. She looked away from the window and began shaking slightly, instinctively holding her legs together. What is wrong with Juvia? she thought. Everything feels so sensitive. She placed her hands on her belly, right where the feeling was greatest. It felt tight and hard like there was a melon underneath her skin, and if she pressed on it even a little, it sent a shockwave across her whole body that made her cringe and shiver.The train rolled on and on, crossing bridges and passing through tunnels. Every passing minute the fullness inside Juvia grew stronger. Her legs were shaking and she was wiggling her butt against the wooden seat, her hands gripped in fists and pressed hard into her lap. The pressure between her legs felt almost unbearable, and her heavy breathing was fogging up the window. Juvia feels like she's dying, she moaned inside her head.Another twenty minutes of the compounding pressure went by, and Juvia's whole body was trembling and covered in sweat. She kept quiet. She did not want to worry Gray with her unknown illness. Five more minutes slowly passed when the train suddenly lurched, having run over a misshapen rail. The whole compartment bounced, and Juvia's body rose up and slammed back into the seat. As soon as this happened - to Juvia's complete surprise and confusion - hot liquid began to spray out from between her legs, hard. It soaked through her light blue underwear instantly and started to sink into her dress. All in one second, Lucy's words from the day before exploded into her mind. "A while after you drink, a pressure builds up right here. The longer you hold it in, the stronger the pressure gets. You start shaking and squirming and sweating. If you wait too long, it can even happen accidentally when your muscles just can't hold on anymore..."Juvia's eyes went wide in horror and she double-crossed her legs so far that the fronts of her ankles were touching each other. She tensed her body and held her breath, and the torrent flowing out of her ceased. To her immense relief, Gray was too absorbed in his window watching to even notice this. Lucy, however, was staring at Juvia with her brows furrowed. "Luh, Luh, Luh," Juvia began to stammer out. "Luuuucccyyyy! Juvia has to talk to Lucy! Lucy must come with Juvia right now!" Gray was looking between them now, and Juvia's face went tomato-colored. She forced herself to her feet and grasped Lucy's wrist hard, pulling her up. Juvia looked over Lucy's shoulder to the man she loved. "Gray, please stay here," she cried as she dragged Lucy out of their train car.As it was after the morning work rush, the train was nearly empty. All of the passengers were in one car, and Juvia had pulled Lucy into a completely empty one. Lucy looked worried and confused. "Juvia, what's wrong?""Juvia is...Juvia is....""What?""JUVIA IS PEEING!" She stood there with her legs twisted together, her dress held under her arms and both hands held against herself, an obvious wet patch staining the whole crotch of her underwear.Lucy blinked. "But I thought-""Juvia has a true human body right now," Juvia sobbed. "Her magic is still broken, she cannot turn to water, and she cannot absorb all the liquid she drank!"Lucy remembered the massive tonic the night before, and the two large glasses of tea. "Oh Juvia, you drank so much. You must be bursting. But there's no bathroom on this train since it's a short trip. You...you have to hold it in.""Juvia doesn't know how," she breathed. "Juvia has no idea what to do, she is scared!""Well, we have to distract Gray, first thing," Lucy said. She reached into her key pouch and quickly summoned Gemini once again. "Gemini, listen up. You have to take the form of Juvia here and go sit across from Gray. Tell him that you lost an earring on the way here and wanted to check the other cars for it, and that I spotted an old friend and will be talking to her for a while. He won't say much, so it should be easy enough. Oh, and don't let ANYONE into this car, especially Gray. We'll deal with explanations later if we have to."The little spirits nodded and floated over to Juvia, lightly tapping her arm. Right after, there was a poof of smoke and they had created their perfect copy of Juvia, who went back through the door into Gray's car. Lucy turned back to the real Juvia who was dancing from foot to foot, her hands still crushing against her damp panties. Just then, the train hit another bump, and Juvia let out a yelp as another short spray of pee forced its way out of her and splattered onto the wooden floor. "No, Juvia cannot hold on. It keeps leaking out!"Lucy took Juvia by her hand and sat her down on one of the seats. "Put your weight on the corner of the seat and lean into it, that should help you hold on," Lucy advised her. Juvia did so, the wet cloth of her panties sticking to the hard wood. She rocked back and forth, but with each lurch of the train, another spurt of pee burst out of her and hit the floor. "Oh, no. You really can't hold it in anymore, can you? Wait, I...I have an idea but you might not like it.""What is it?" Juvia asked, breathing sharply as more small leaks sprayed out of her and soaked her underwear even further. They were completely see-through at this point, and Lucy tried hard not to stare at the tight, leaking slit on the other side of the thin fabric."Take your dress off. We'll use it to absorb your pee, and then I'll get you new clothes from the Spirit World.""But Juvia is not wearing a bra," Juvia complained."Like that's an actual problem right now!" Lucy snapped. "Unless you want to wet yourself completely and have everyone in the other car walk through your puddle to exit the train.""Nnnoooo," Juvia cried. "Okay, Juvia is taking it off..." She grasped the sides of her dress and pulled it up over her head, exposing her round and perky breasts. Another, longer burst of pee splashed over the floor and Juvia started dancing again, her chest bouncing with her movements.Lucy folded the dress over twice and quickly wiped up the small leaks from the floor, then set it down on the seat. "You won't be able to let it all out in there, but it should ease the pressure by a whole lot.""Juvia can't believe this is happening to her," she gasped. "Juvia has never exposed herself in public..." She knelt down over the dress and slid two fingers into the crotch of her panties, pulling the fabric aside."Nobody can see you," Lucy assured her. "Gemini is watching one door, and the other leads to the engine and the Conductor can't leave it. You have complete privacy other than me, and there's no need to be shy with your girlfriends. We come in handy for crisis situations like this, eh?""Lucy...Juvia thanks you. You have been a true friend to her today." With that, Juvia exhaled a moan of pure ecstatic relief as the powerful stream of light yellow pee flowed out of her. It was quickly absorbed into the dress, and between her moans Juvia shifted the dress around to catch as much as it could. "Oh, it's getting on Juvia's hands...she never thought pee would be so warm."Lucy laughed at this. "So...how does it feel? Your first ever pee?""It is the best thing Juvia has ever experienced," Juvia said softly. "Juvia is so embarrassed, yet happy that she gets to feel this at least once.""Glad you like it," Lucy giggled. "It doesn't always feel like this though. Only when you're really desperate. Anyway, you should stop it now, the dress looks almost full.""Okay," Juvia agreed. She tensed her legs and inhaled, but she kept peeing hard. "Mmmm, no! Juvia can't stop it!" The dress had begun to overflow slightly, and Lucy stepped back as Juvia's pee began to splatter onto the floor again."Oh no," Lucy gasped. "Wait- take this!" Lucy grabbed her skirt and tore it off, shoving it into a bundle and handing it to Juvia who stuck it between her legs. For a moment, Lucy tried to use her hands to cover her pink cotton panties, but there was no real point and she let her hands fall to her sides.Juvia just kept peeing, it seemed almost endless. The skirt began to drip, and Lucy was about to remove her blouse as a last line of defense just as Juvia finally managed to stop her flow. She exhaled deeply and set down the soaked skirt, tiny drops of pee still leaking out from between her legs. "Juvia feels like she just had an orgasm," she breathed.Lucy barked out an awkward laugh. "Even in this situation, that's a little too much information. Anyway, we have to clean up.” Lucy pulled her blouse off anyway, and she was thankful that she was wearing a pink lace bra to match her pink panties. She used the blouse to wipe up the little bit of pee still puddled on the ground, then bundled all the soaked clothes together. “Juvia, you should probably lose the underwear too. Gray might smell it.”
Juvia frowned but did as she was told, sliding the small damp undergarment down her legs and tossing it on top of the clothes pile. She crossed her arms and stood in the corner of the car, now completely naked aside from her blue and white hat.
“I just hope we can talk our way out of this,” Lucy grumbled. She stepped up on the seat and struggled with the window, barely managing to force it open. She shoved the wet clothes out the window, watching them blow off the bridge they were crossing and fall towards the water below. “At least Gray can be kind of stupid sometimes.”
“Oyyy,” Juvia growled threateningly.
Lucy laughed and flapped her hands apologetically. “You know what I mean. Stupid about personal stuff. He doesn't even really understand that you're in love with him.”
“Juvia is not,” she lied pathetically. “Anyway, Juvia's legs are still really wet. She does not want to put on clothes like this.”
Lucy sighed. “I wish you said that before I tossed my shirt out the window, it was still mostly dry. Oh...fine, what's the use at this point...” Lucy pulled down her panties and handed them to Juvia, who used them to pat the remaining pee off her inner thighs. Juvia followed Lucy's lead and tossed them out the window, then pulled it closed.
“Lucy is Juvia's best friend,” Juvia chirped suddenly, her eyes wide and watery. “Juvia would have jumped out the window herself if Lucy had not helped her though this.” Juvia ran forwards and hugged Lucy tightly, their breasts pressing together.
“I'm glad to help you,” Lucy said warmly, trying not to feel weird about being so close to a completely naked woman. Lucy's bra and Juvia's hat were the only clothes to survive the event, not counting Lucy's belt on which she held her keys. She reached into the pouch and pulled out the Key of the Clock. “Time to get us some new clothes.”
Juvia folded her arms over her breasts again. “Is it really okay for your spirit to see us like this?”
Lucy laughed. “Most of them don't give a damn. Only the human-like ones like Taurus or Leo can be trouble. All the girls are fine, as well as Plue. I'm still not completely sure about Gemini, but they've taken the form of both of our bodies so I don't think it's weird for them...” Lucy spun the key around her fingers and held her arm out, summoning arguably the most reliable of her Spirits: The Clock – Horologium.
“Greetings, Master Lucy and Miss Juvia,” the large grandfather clock said in his usual formal tone. “You two are looking very comfortable today.”
Juvia shrunk into the corner, but Lucy just stood still with her hands on her hips and sighed. “Thanks, Horologium. We need clothes from the Spirit World. Full outfits, underwear and everything. Oh, and earrings for Juvia, please.”
“It would be my pleasure,” Horologium said. His glass window began to glow, and then it flipped open revealing two perfectly folded outfits.
“You always save us from the worst spots,” Lucy said. “Thank you so much.”
“I am glad to be of service,” Horologium responded with a stiff bow, before he dissipated back into the Spirit World. Lucy handed Juvia the blue outfit, keeping the green to herself. The two women got dressed quickly and lined up by the door back to their own car.
“Wait here,” Lucy said. “I'm going to try to make the swap.”
Juvia nodded as Lucy stepped through the door, making her way towards Gray. He looked up as she approached, lifting an eyebrow. “You changed your clothes?”
“Yeah, my friend wanted to see how I could get clothes from the Spirit World from Horologium.” Then she turned to Gemini, still in the perfect form of Juvia. “Hey, Juvia,” Lucy said to Gemini, leaning in close and talking deliberately, hoping the spirit twins would understand her meaning. “You probably feel pretty weird wearing the dress that hurt you like this. How about you come and change as well?”
Taking the hint, the fake Juvia stood up and nodded. “Sounds good to me,” Gemini said as they began walking back towards the other car.
“Juvia...you said, 'me', just now,” Gray called after them. “I've never heard you speak in first-person before.”
Lucy grimaced hard, spinning around to cover Gemini's mistake. “She's just really messed up because of the magic, she probably doesn't even know what she's saying!” Lucy ranted as Gemini-Juvia nodded vigorously. To Lucy's relief, Gray just shrugged and turned his head back to the window. The two of them went back into their private car, where Gemini returned to the Spirit World and Juvia was waiting patiently. “Alright, the switch is a success,” whispered. “We can go back in a couple of minutes.”
“Juvia is really happy,” Juvia said. “That felt so good. Juvia wonders...if she focuses hard on keeping her body completely solid, if she could feel it again. She wants to feel it again.”
Lucy shrugged. She had never heard of someone purposefully holding their pee for fun. “Well, I don't really get it, but maybe it's special to you because you're not used to it. You can always try.”
“Since Juvia cannot talk to Gray about it, would Lucy...would she stay with Juvia when she does try? She thinks it would be less fun alone. Maybe Lucy can do it too!”
Lucy folded her arms, feeling her face flushing. “Well, I...I guess I don't see why not. If it's fun for you, there's probably no harm in it.”
“This makes Juvia happy,” Juvia whispered.
“Well, I think its safe for us to go back to Gray,” Lucy said, trying to change the subject. Juvia followed Lucy back to their seats, where Juvia quickly resumed her usual stare at the Ice Wizard as the train continued its journey home. |
Intro: Well this is my first fictional pee story I hope you guys enjoy it, Cheers!
--A Wet Relationship in Bloom--
Act 1: The Reveal
I am finally in a good place. It has been years since I have even considered a serious relationship, but when Rachel came along everything changed. She was one of the most beautiful girls with her high rounded cheekbones and her large green eyes. She looked like if a cartoon hamster fused with Rose Byrne in the most adorable way possible. This is month three into our relationship and we cannot stop fucking. Every chance we get, a spare closet, an empty classroom, the back of the car and on this particular day we find ourselves at a high end mall. You know the kind with hardwood floors and lush, dense carpeting. The only stores you see are Louis Vuitton, Saks Fifth Ave. and Micheal Kors.
For a few hours Rachel and I have been drinking large iced coffees while searching for a gift for her mother. We decide to take a breather and take a seat in one of the many sets of couches; choosing one right under the escalator. She leans over to kiss me and says "Thank you for coming out with me, I know shopping isn't your favorite." I look at her and smile "Honestly it's no big deal; I am actually having a fucking great time with you". She kisses me deeply and immediately I imagine tearing off her purple college sweatshirt and black leggings to reveal her beautiful full body. I start to heat up a little and as our lips disengage I feel my cock start to fill with blood. She looks down at my crotch and says "Ooh really? Am I getting you excited already?" she grabs my cock through my track pants making me shudder with a wave of excitement.
I look around making sure no one is looking toward us. She looks up at me with a playful grin that showcases her dimples. She looks perfect in this moment with her brown hair pulled back into a loose bun. She has perfect bangs that frame her face and those amazing intentional long whips of hair by her ears. My erection stiffens in her hand and my hand that was resting on her leg starts playing with her pussy through the leggings. She stops playing with me for a minute and looks a bit pained. She looks at me a bit worried and says "I'm sorry, I really have to pee I can't have you play with me right now. I might lose it all right here". I try to hide any glimmer of excitement and say "That's okay; let's find a bathroom for you."
As we stand up I try to conceal my rock hard erection as much as possible. I slip it into my waistband and have her lead the way. We finally get to a long lost bathroom underneath a stairwell at one of the exits. Much to her dismay the ladies room is out of order. Immediately she goes into panic mode "Oh No No No!" she crouches and holds herself a little "I have to pee so bad I don't know if I can make it across the mall again. Would you mind keeping a lookout while I use the mens?". I see she is worried but inside I am screaming with joy. I have had a pee fetish since I was a small child and have never had a chance to explore it and this is the perfect opportunity. Rachel now has two hands on her crotch and tears welling in her eyes and my erection is so strong it is starting to hurt. I grab her face and look deep into her eyes and ask "will you pee on me?" She looks at me with a screwed up face "What? Here?". I try to soften her shock a bit "I know it's kinda weird but I am really turned on right now".
Before I get an answer I grab her by the hand and lead her into the men's room. There is only one toilet and the floor is partially carpeted at the entryway. I tell her “lock the door” my voice trembling with anticipation. I sit down on the toilet fully clothed and motion her over, Rachel straddles me. I take off her sweatshirt and throw it across the room. I grab her by the hips and move up under her tight white tank to her lovely C cups which she didn’t bother putting in a bra today. She pushes her hips forward and her eyes get wide as she feels my rigid erection "Holy shit! You ARE really turned on aren't you?". She starts grinding on my impossibly hard cock through my pants and I can see her juices starting to soak through her yoga pants. After a deep kiss she looks directly into my eyes and I see her face relax.
That's when I feel the delightfully warm sensation on my cock. She was wetting through her pants onto me . Her hand right behind my neck, her forehead pressed to mine as a torrential downpour of piss began to hiss and froth through her leggings onto my pants splashing up on to my belly. She lets out a loud moan of relief and the hissing gets louder and I realize I am about to cum. I try to hold back but orgasm was inevitable. A heavy stream sloshes a across the shaft of my rock hard dick and I start to cum helplessly into my pants again and again. My PC muscles clamping down so hard I could swear my cock flattened completely with each spasm. I kissed her hard as I shot load after load into my boxers. She finished with a few final spurts over my clothed cock and smiled up at me with those perfect dimples. I leaned back on to the toilet and let out a breathy "Wow...". I could have slept for a decade after that orgasm. She made a stifled squeal of delight and shifted her weight toward me; a loud splatter hit the floor as she said "We need to do that more often". We tied the sweatshirt around her waist and quickly made our way out of the mall hoping no one could see our drenched clothes, and I knew I was in store for one of the best relationships of my life.
Edited January 25, 2016 by bdp
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I'm doing a fic trade with DerpySquid, and this is where i'll be posting my stories from his part of the ideas.
Keep in mind this won't be affecting any of my own stories. It's just me doing some requests for DerpySquid.
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Petal meadow, a beautiful plains area known in the region. It's a place perfect for, oh I don't know, a picnic maybe a campout, or a walk. I would go for one if I weren't a disembodied voice. Anyways, this is a very... "special" walk for a kid named Zapp. Well he's a Pikachu for who knows why, but doesn't really matter. He took his team of pokemon on a walk into the plains for a day off. His team consists of Charizard (and his son Charmander), Blastoise, Ivysaur, Lucario, Flareon, Ninetales, and Jolteon.
Zapp: Ahh, I told you guys this was a good idea. This is the perfect day for a walk.
Blastoise: Don't push it kid. Seriously, don't.
Ninetales: I like this. It reminds me of times before I became a legendary.
Zapp took out his water bottle and gulped down the last of it's content. Him, along with everyone else, drank a lot before and during the walk. Zapp felt a slight pain in his lower half, but decided to ignore it. Charmander on the other hand couldn't hold on as well.
Charmander: Um, Pop?
Charizard: What's up?
Charmander: I, uh, I need to-
Ivysaur: Hey Zappy, when's the next town?
Zapp: Uh, the next town is going to be another 5 hours away. Why do you ask?
Ivysaur: Well, I need to take a leak.
Charmander cringed after hearing that.
Charizard: That what you need?
Charmander: Yes...
Blastoise: Don't sweat champ. There's a good chance there could be a stop sometime soon. Just hold on.
While everyone was walking, the liquids from earlier went through them faster then a Noko. Forget I said that. Anyways they kept going for about an hour until someone spoke up.
Flareon: Um, hey Zapp?
Zapp: Yeah?
Flareon: You remember what Charmander said back there?
Zapp: Yes, what are you playing at?
Flareon: I need to go too.
Zapp: Oh for the love of-
Blastoise: Yeah, i'm with Flareon on this one.
Jolteon: Hey, we're sorruounded by empty land, why don't we just let loose here?
Zapp: ARE YOU SERIOUS!? This is a Public land!
Lucario: I an with young master Zapp on this one. If we are caught we can get a very high fine.
Jolteon: So? How much you got on you?
Zapp: I literally only have enough to buy a candy bar.
They kept on walking, throwing out the idea of using the plains, but nobody can hold on forever. About 2 hours later, everyone was having their doubts.
Ninetales: A- are we any closer to a stop?
Zapp: nope. The next stop is another 2 hour walk.
Charizard: I am not walking for another two hours!
Flareon: well, I guess we should head back then.
They turned around and went back, trying to hold on, but no luck. Nobody could hide how bad they needed to go, except for Charizard, who refused to grab himself in front of his son. Zapp dug through his bag and pulled out a plastic bowl and his empty water bottle.
Zapp: Hey guys! I have something we can use!
Everyone gathered around Zapp to see what he was planning, and knew exactly what thei options were.
Ivysaur: looks like only one of us can use one of these.
Ninetales: But which one of us?
Charizard remained silent, still trying to prevent grabbing himself. He was about to wet himself, and Zapp found a way to help him out.
Zapp: Alight, um, Charmander can use the bowl, Lucario you go with him.
Lucario: Of course young master Zapp.
Jolteon: Seriously that's going to get annoying after a while.
Lucario left with Charmander into the forest, with everyone else left to choose on who uses the bottle. Charizard then grabbed his crotch now that his son wasn't looking.
Blastoise: Alright, so who gets the bottle?
Ninetales: I think I should use it because HELLO? Legendary?
Jolteon: Riiiight, and why does that make you worthy of a bottle?
Charizard: Hey! I'm the one that went three hours not grabbing my crotch!I should get this bottle!
Everyone kept arguing for two minutes over who gets the bottle, until Flareon noticed something.
Flareon: Hey, where's Zapp?
Zapp came walking back, brushing his gloved paws on his hoodie.
Zapp: *Whistling Super Mario Bros. Theme*
Charizard: Where were you? And where's the bottle?
Zapp: Who do you think was holding the bottle?
Ivysaur: OH COME ON! ARE YOU SERIOUS!?
Everyone ran off into the forest, except for Ivysaur, who wet himself out of sheer rage. It went on for about a minute and a half. Once he finished, he was still very peeved off with Zapp, and attacked him.
Meanwhile in the forest, Charmander and Lucario found the right place to use the bowl.
Charmander: Oh man, finally! I can't take it anymore!
Charmander peed into the bowl for about two minutes, looking relieved to release the pent up urine he kept holding for four, maybe five hours.
I would tell you what happened to Lucario, but i'll save that for the end. For now, Charizard and Blastoise were somewhere in the forest.
Blastoise: Well I hope you don't mind Charizard old buddy, but i'm just going to give out here.
Blastoise ran behind a tree, trying to get his bottom half free, but went too little too late. Once he lost it, so did Charizard.
Charizard: Urk...
They both went on for four minutes each, and once they finished they had to clean up before meeting up with the others.
As for the girls, They got separated during their rush. Jolteon and Flareon were with each other, and no sighn of Ninetales.
Flareon: Ahh, how much did I drink!? I'm supposed to be a fire type!
Jolteon: As long as we don't run into any pokemon we should be-
Machop: Hey! I found one!
Machop threw a large rock at Jolteon, hitting her right in her swollen bladder. She ended up losing total control in front of flareon.
Flareon: AAH! I CAN"T HOLD IT ANYMORE!Flareon ended up peeing herself from the sight of Jolteon's incident. They both went for three minutes while Machop ran.
*Back at the path*
Everyone except for Charmander, Lucaario, and Zapp had a wet spot at their crotch.
Zapp: So, what happed to Ninetales?
Ninetales: I gave up.
Zapp: right, and Lucario? Did you make it dry?
Lucario: Well, yes and no. I found a good spot, but not dry.
Zapp: Ohh... eww...
Everyone just sat there chatting, and Zapp having a black eye from Ivysaur. After a bit they headed back home.
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I'm doing a fic trade with DerpySquid, and this is where i'll be posting my stories from his part of the ideas.
Keep in mind this won't be affecting any of my own stories. It's just me doing some requests for DerpySquid.
EDIT: I ended up posting this in the wrong topic by mistake, which I can't understand because I clearly remember posting it here. If there's any way I can undo that other post i'd like to know.
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Petal meadow, a beautiful plains area known in the region. It's a place perfect for, oh I don't know, a picnic maybe a campout, or a walk. I would go for one if I weren't a disembodied voice. Anyways, this is a very... "special" walk for a kid named Zapp. Well he's a Pikachu for who knows why, but doesn't really matter. He took his team of pokemon on a walk into the plains for a day off. His team consists of Charizard (and his son Charmander), Blastoise, Ivysaur, Lucario, Flareon, Ninetales, and Jolteon.
Zapp: Ahh, I told you guys this was a good idea. This is the perfect day for a walk.
Blastoise: Don't push it kid. Seriously, don't.
Ninetales: I like this. It reminds me of times before I became a legendary.
Zapp took out his water bottle and gulped down the last of it's content. Him, along with everyone else, drank a lot before and during the walk. Zapp felt a slight pain in his lower half, but decided to ignore it. Charmander on the other hand couldn't hold on as well.
Charmander: Um, Pop?
Charizard: What's up?
Charmander: I, uh, I need to-
Ivysaur: Hey Zappy, when's the next town?
Zapp: Uh, the next town is going to be another 5 hours away. Why do you ask?
Ivysaur: Well, I need to take a leak.
Charmander cringed after hearing that.
Charizard: That what you need?
Charmander: Yes...
Blastoise: Don't sweat champ. There's a good chance there could be a stop sometime soon. Just hold on.
While everyone was walking, the liquids from earlier went through them faster then a Noko. Forget I said that. Anyways they kept going for about an hour until someone spoke up.
Flareon: Um, hey Zapp?
Zapp: Yeah?
Flareon: You remember what Charmander said back there?
Zapp: Yes, what are you playing at?
Flareon: I need to go too.
Zapp: Oh for the love of-
Blastoise: Yeah, i'm with Flareon on this one.
Jolteon: Hey, we're sorruounded by empty land, why don't we just let loose here?
Zapp: ARE YOU SERIOUS!? This is a Public land!
Lucario: I an with young master Zapp on this one. If we are caught we can get a very high fine.
Jolteon: So? How much you got on you?
Zapp: I literally only have enough to buy a candy bar.
They kept on walking, throwing out the idea of using the plains, but nobody can hold on forever. About 2 hours later, everyone was having their doubts.
Ninetales: A- are we any closer to a stop?
Zapp: nope. The next stop is another 2 hour walk.
Charizard: I am not walking for another two hours!
Flareon: well, I guess we should head back then.
They turned around and went back, trying to hold on, but no luck. Nobody could hide how bad they needed to go, except for Charizard, who refused to grab himself in front of his son. Zapp dug through his bag and pulled out a plastic bowl and his empty water bottle.
Zapp: Hey guys! I have something we can use!
Everyone gathered around Zapp to see what he was planning, and knew exactly what thei options were.
Ivysaur: looks like only one of us can use one of these.
Ninetales: But which one of us?
Charizard remained silent, still trying to prevent grabbing himself. He was about to wet himself, and Zapp found a way to help him out.
Zapp: Alight, um, Charmander can use the bowl, Lucario you go with him.
Lucario: Of course young master Zapp.
Jolteon: Seriously that's going to get annoying after a while.
Lucario left with Charmander into the forest, with everyone else left to choose on who uses the bottle. Charizard then grabbed his crotch now that his son wasn't looking.
Blastoise: Alright, so who gets the bottle?
Ninetales: I think I should use it because HELLO? Legendary?
Jolteon: Riiiight, and why does that make you worthy of a bottle?
Charizard: Hey! I'm the one that went three hours not grabbing my crotch!I should get this bottle!
Everyone kept arguing for two minutes over who gets the bottle, until Flareon noticed something.
Flareon: Hey, where's Zapp?
Zapp came walking back, brushing his gloved paws on his hoodie.
Zapp: *Whistling Super Mario Bros. Theme*
Charizard: Where were you? And where's the bottle?
Zapp: Who do you think was holding the bottle?
Ivysaur: OH COME ON! ARE YOU SERIOUS!?
Everyone ran off into the forest, except for Ivysaur, who wet himself out of sheer rage. It went on for about a minute and a half. Once he finished, he was still very peeved off with Zapp, and attacked him.
Meanwhile in the forest, Charmander and Lucario found the right place to use the bowl.
Charmander: Oh man, finally! I can't take it anymore!
Charmander peed into the bowl for about two minutes, looking relieved to release the pent up urine he kept holding for four, maybe five hours.
I would tell you what happened to Lucario, but i'll save that for the end. For now, Charizard and Blastoise were somewhere in the forest.
Blastoise: Well I hope you don't mind Charizard old buddy, but i'm just going to give out here.
Blastoise ran behind a tree, trying to get his bottom half free, but went too little too late. Once he lost it, so did Charizard.
Charizard: Urk...
They both went on for four minutes each, and once they finished they had to clean up before meeting up with the others.
As for the girls, They got separated during their rush. Jolteon and Flareon were with each other, and no sighn of Ninetales.
Flareon: Ahh, how much did I drink!? I'm supposed to be a fire type!
Jolteon: As long as we don't run into any pokemon we should be-
Machop: Hey! I found one!
Machop threw a large rock at Jolteon, hitting her right in her swollen bladder. She ended up losing total control in front of flareon.
Flareon: AAH! I CAN"T HOLD IT ANYMORE!Flareon ended up peeing herself from the sight of Jolteon's incident. They both went for three minutes while Machop ran.
*Back at the path*
Everyone except for Charmander, Lucaario, and Zapp had a wet spot at their crotch.
Zapp: So, what happed to Ninetales?
Ninetales: I gave up.
Zapp: right, and Lucario? Did you make it dry?
Lucario: Well, yes and no. I found a good spot, but not dry.
Zapp: Ohh... eww...
Everyone just sat there chatting, and Zapp having a black eye from Ivysaur. After a bit they headed back home.
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This story goes from Treasure town. Well, more like the more concealed parts of treasure town. You know, that strange dark place nobody is allowed to go unless they want to disappear from existence? Not literally though, that's what Arceus does. Anyways this little dark cave is home to one of the deadliest teams in Treasure town.
This deadly trio consists of Charizard, Lucario, and the new guy Charmander. Although you can think of them as brawn, brains, and rookie. These guys are led by a very mysterious being who lays around telling them what to do instead of going with them on heists. I'm not pointing fingers at who he is (I seriously don't know either) but I can tell you he's a very tough guy. But for now we'll call him Rudy.
Lucario: So tell me why you brought this guy here. He doesn't look like he can be of use.
Charizard: Well I was thinking we could use a new guy since security has gotten tight. Besides this guy looks innocent enough to get something done.
Lucario: Alright, just don't expect me to give him any of my share.
Charmander gulped down the rest of his bottle, ready to get his first mission of the day started. As expected, He drank several bottles, and it's going to come back on him eventually. Along with someone else later in this story. Anyways a few hours later is when we get into the real stuff.
Rudy: Hey guys, if you're done with the chitchat I've got your next mission.
Charmander: I'm ready!
Rudy: Who's the new guy? Nevermind, no time for that now. Listen, for your next heist you need to make a jailbreak. We're going into this little dungeon, where they're holding two pokemon.
Lucario: Can you give us some detail?
Rudy: Um, let's see, we got a Shinx and a Pikachu. They should be on the 25th floor, and it's heavily guarded.
Charizard: Alright, let's get going. Grab any supplies we might need and let's get going.
Everyone got their supplies, along with the explosive they'll need to do the special "breaking an entering" cause that's what cool criminals do. I think. I'm a disembodied voice, I don't know this stuff! Anyways after grabbing their equipment they left for the dungeon.
*In the jailroom*
Pikachu: Day... What day is it again?
Shinx: mmphmph mmph mmmmph mmphmmpmmph.
Pikachu: Oh yeah, day 37. Thanks.
Pikachu was chained to the wall, but only by the torso, not his arms or legs. Shinx on the other hand had all four of his legs tied together, he was upside down, and as you may have noticed he was muzzled. These two were put under arrest for taking a crystal from the stone mine. Honestly if you don't want anyone taking it, put a don't touch anything sign or something. Oh, but I know what the crystal was. But i'm not telling cause i'm a jerk.
Pikachu: Anyways, I hired some dudes to help us get out of here. We just need to wait.
Shinx: mmph mmh mmmph mmpmmph.
Pikachu: Watch it potty mouth, we don't need any more trouble from these guys.
Suddenly a guard opened the gate door and walked over to the two of them. He was a machoke with an ancient symbol on his chest, and he was carrying a bottle full of some sort of pink liquid.
Machoke: Alright, time for the day's abuse.
Pikachu: What did we do to deserve this!?
Machoke: Nothing! But I can do whatever I want cause i'm on guard duty! Now shut your mouth if you know what's good for you!
Machoke took off the cap of the bottle, pulled off Shinx's muzzle, then immediately shoved the open end of the bottle into his mouth, forcing him to gulp down every single drop of that stuff. Once it was completely empty, he pulled the bottle out of Shinx's mouth and put the cap on.
Shinx: *cough cough* Dear god, what was that!? *cough* It was disgusting!
Machoke: It was a bottle of Pecha juice that's about three years old. Thanks for helping us get rid of it.
Shinx: Why you little son of a-
Before Shinx could finish his sentence, Machoke shoved the muzzle back over Shinx's mouth, turning the rest of his words into muffles. Then he left the room, and shut the gate behind him.
Pikachu: Jeez, what a jerk. You alright Shinx?
Shinx: mmph mph mmpmmph mmph.
Pikachu: Oh for the love of god, are you serious!?
Shinx: mmph mmmmph mphmmph mmph!
Pikachu: Well the guys should be here soon. Try to keep your potty from coming out of more than your mouth.
*In the Dungeon*
Meanwhile in the dungeon, Charizard and the others made it quite far into the place. There were a lot of guards trying to stop them, but they made it with ease. Alright I lied. They actually only made it into floor 5 in the last hour. Charmander was starting to feel the drinks from the base go through him at a very fast pace. Also, it got into the uncomfortable range, as expected, and started squirming.
Charizard: You alright new guy?
Charmander: Yeah, i'm just eager to get this heist done.
A few floors later, by that I mean floor 11, Charmander was reaching the desperation stage of "holding yourself in secret" where he grabbed his crotch when the guys weren't looking. Anyways this kind of stuff went on and more liquids went straight to the bladder until they made it to floor 25. By that time Charmander was extremely desperate, along with a certain blue pokemon in the jail cell.
Lucario: Alright, Charizard, you got the bomb?
Charizard: Yep, it's right here.
Charizard set the bomb on the wall where Lucario pinpointed the cell. Then It went off, and Pikachu and Shinx flew across the room into the gate.
Pikachu: Ow, talk about making an entrance!
Charizard: Stay here rookie, watch our backs.
Charmander: G- got it...
Charizard and Lucario barged into the room and took care of buisness. Charizard took out the guards in a very violent manner while Lucario freed Pikachu and Shinx. Meanwhile Charmander was in the back, still in desperation. His bladder was practically punching him with brute force, trying to let the inevitable happen. Eventually Charmander realized he couldn't take anymore and jumped behind a rock from behind the room and accepted his fate. In one painful strike from his bladder, he released. His bladder couldn't take anymore, so he let go right there. The warm liquid slipped through his dark orange hands and down his legs before reaching their resting point on the hard stone ground. For about two minutes this went on, and Charmander couldn't help but sigh in relief as he finally let go. After two minutes of that, it stopped, and he dried himself off with no trace of what happened.
Meanwhile in the cell, Charizard had beaten all of the guards unconscious. Maybe dead. Let's say they're not dead. Anyways Lucario flipped Shinx over on his feet, and went to the wire holding Shinx's legs together. By the time he got the wire off, Shinx immediately crossed his hind legs and shived one of his paws into his crotch area.
Lucario: Woah! You alright?
Shinx ran out into another room on the floor at the speed of a lightning bolt without saying anything. THen again, he was still muzzled so it would just be a bunch of muffles.
Pikachu: He just needed to pee. One of the guards abused him by making him drink old berry juice.
Lucario: cruel.
In the room Shinx was in, He tripped as he was running and crashed headfirst onto the ground. He released a spurt of urine, which only made his need worse. At that time he turned on his side, kept his legs crossed, and shoved his other paw into his crotch, moaning and crying in pain, again with muffles.
Shinx: mmf...
Pikachu came in from the room alone, and saw Shinx lying there. He knew exactly what was happening, and he knew what had to be done.
Pikachu: Hey, you alright buddy?
Shinx: mmhmmmph...
Pikachu wrapped his arms around Shinx's neck and held him up, definitely knowing what was going to and will happen.
Pikachu: It's alright buddy. Just let it go. It'll be alright.
Shinx uncrossed his legs, removed one of his paws to get back on the ground, and then his bladder gave up. The old juice finally got out of his beaten, bruised, and battered body (don't ask). Surprisingly it's color mixed with the standard yellow of normal urine, and it came out in a surprisingly red-orange color.
Shinx: mmm...
Pikachu: It's alright, just let it out.
The darkly colored urine slipped from Shinx's paw and continued on for about... uh... (very scientific equations about the jug of old juice) i'd say about six minutes. Anyways after that, they escaped, the gang got their pay, and they continued with their lives.
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Edited February 14, 2016 by wheatley
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Ok, i'm in charge of the next part, so i'll set it up here.
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*Emboar's POV*
After we got the message from the boss, we used our badges to warp to the mystery mines, a secret area where the boss set up base. It was a base made for hiding, mining up ores, and it had jail cells so we could keep the prisoners locked up. Umbreon was trying to resist, but Haxorus had him chained by the neck to his arm. The boss came in, wearing a cloak covering all of his body except for his feet, which were very thin.
Rudy: Well well well, so we finally get to meet again, Umbreon. Let's get this started with a couple of drinks.
Umbreon: Rudy! You little snake! What are you planning!?
Rudy: Well, I see you want to get to the point. Guess that should save us some time. Listen, I've been making some real progress collecting these gems. I've gained the power to control space, matter, and even the great power of the pokemon types! There's just one problem.
Rudy used his power to pop up a hologram showing the mystery dungeon area, and post town.
Rudy: I want to take this power and take over all of this filthy world. Unfortunately, something seems to be blocking me from taking this power outside the mystery dungeon zones. That's where you come in.
Umbreon: Of course! The Mystery Dungeon's border! I've been studying this for ages!
Rudy: You help me take down this border, and i'll let you go. We can create a new world! A world of amazement! We just need that simple thing from you.
Umbreon: I'll never do it! not for ANYTHING you give me!
Haxorus: Hmm... not one for a bribe, huh? Then how about a THREAT!
Rudy: Good call, Hax. Alright, let's get this over with, Emboar' throw the squirrel kid's badge into that there doohickey.
Emboar: yes sir.
I threw the explorer badge into the machine, which discharged it of it's power and tracking signal. Meanwhile, Rudywas getting ready to make Umbreon talk. With some serious thunder.
Umbreon: No! NO! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
*Pikachu's POV*
I was at work, trying to find the signal from Emolga's badge. Oshawott, Emolga and Dunsparce were in the other room, getting patched up.
Emolga: Ow, ow, OW! Can you be a little more gentle please!?
Swanna: Sorry. I didn't think you were hit that hard.
We took quite a beating from the last battle. And now that we saw Their true power, we knew we needed to get to work. I kept working with my exploration badge, trying to get the signal of Emolga's badge to pinpoint their location. Speak of the devil, I eventually found it.
me: Guys, I found the signal!
Everyone came over to see what was going on. We could see quite a lot from the area. There was a mineshaft, some pokemon slaves mining ore, and a cloaked pokemon torturing Umbreon.
Oshawott: What are they mining? It looks really unusual.
Dunsparce: I... I know this ore!
Everyone was surprised to know that DUNSPARCE of all pokemon knew what we were looking at.
Dunsparce: This is Mysterite. It's a very unnatural ore that creates unexplainable phenomenons wherever it's aura is produced. This is the ore that creates the ever changing floors of mystery dungeons.
Emolga: Well, first, how do you know this!? Second, why are they mining it?
Dunsparce: It's possible t harness the energy of this ore, but it's very complex. And, uh, I've been hit in the head by one of those crystals before.
We were trying to gather information for the coordinates, but the signal cut off before we could pinpoint the location.
Oshawott: Wh- what happened!?
me: the signal cut off. They must have known we used the badge to track them down last time.
Emolga: Well how do we track them down now!?
me: Wait, i'm getting another signal from the same area! It's coming from... Espeon!?
*Espeon's POV*
Emboar: Well well well well well. Looks like we have a spy in our midst!
Espeon: Let me go you brute!
Umbreon: Don't hurt her!
Rudy: Well, I see you have something for your sister here. Well then, LOCK HER UP!
Emboar took me to the jailroom and threw me in the cell. He shut the door, then left me with my "lunch". It was just some milk and a single seed. I drank the milk, but the seed wasn't worth eating. I had no choice but to just sit in the cell and wait for someone to help. I lied down on the floor, and then ended up falling asleep.
*Pikachu's POV*
We finally managed to get to the mystery mines, where Umbreon and Espeon were supposedly captured.
Emolga: Wow, these crystals are so weird!
Dunsparce: Don't touch that!
Emolga: What? why?
Dunsparce: well, do you want to turn inside out? grow another appendage? maybe explode into a bunch of cubes?
Emolga: Point taken.
We kept working our way down into the dungeon, seeing more of the ore sticking out of some of the walls. It took a long time to get through the dungeon, despite the lack of pokemon natives. After what seemed like an hour, we finally made it to the mines.
Oshawott: Wow, that's a lot of pokemon.
Dunsparce: They must be enslaved to mine the ores.
me: Don't forget guys, we have to watch out for the cloaked pokemon.
???: Yeah, watch out for that cloaked pokemon. Oh wait, I'M the cloaked pokemon!
Emolga: ... He's right behind us, isn't he?
cloaked pokemon: Yep.
Emolga: And he's planning to surprise attack us, isn't he?
cloaked pokemon: Yep.
Emolga: GOD FU-
We were pushed into the open by some sort of psychic wave. The cloaked pokemon walked over casually and greeted us.
cloaked pokemon: Well well well. Looks like we finally meet Oshawott and Pikachu. Who are your friends, Squirrel boy and some overstuffed snake? Ah, i'm just kidding, I know who you are Emolga and Dunsparce.
Emolga: Who are you!? How do you know us!?
cloaked pokemon: The name's Rudy. I've had my goons keeping the heat on you for a few days now. Come on out guys.
Two big pokemon walked in from another room in the cave. It was Emboar and Haxorus. We could see Haxorus had Umbreon chained to his arm by the neck and covered in burn marks.
Oshawott: UMBREON!
Umbreon: Guys! Rudy, what are you doing with them!?
Rudy: Well, I could just take them out right here and now, but where's the fun in that? I'll leave my top recruits to take them out. Go crazy guys!
Haxorus unchained Umbreon from his arm, and shoved the free end into the wall. Then we got into a battle that would end it all.
*Espeon's POV*
I woke up eventually, still in the cage and still as stiff as I remember. I yawned, trying to wake myself up with a bit of shaking. I was still tired, but something woke up. I uncontrollably shoved one of my front paws on my crotch, trying to keep myself under the control of the excruciating pain on my bladder. I hobbled over to one of the cell walls and leaned my back against it.
me: Now would be a good time for a rescue!
I shoved my other paw into my crotch and crossed my legs as hard as my weak body would let me. The problem about these cells is it's just an empty room with a slab of concrete for the bed. No toilets was a major problem for me as well, considering my little problem here. I tried to cross my legs tighter to keep my grip and keep it from coming out, but my efforts were in vein.
I could hear some fighting coming from the mies, considering my cell is right next to the room Umbreon is in. Eventually I could hear the voices of the ones fighting, and someone crashed through the jailroom door.
Oshawott: Ow, that's gonna leave a mark.
me: Oshawott!
Oshawott: Espeon! What happened to you!?
me: Emboar locked me up in here. I'd try to escape but I really need to go right now.
Oshawott: Alright, hold on. I can't break the lock, and we need the key. once we take out Emboar ad Haxorus we'll grab the keys and get you out of here.
me: Please hurry!
Oshawott ran back into the room where the fighting was happening. I was expecting them to finish it a few minutes later, but it took over half an hour. By that time I couldn't hold it for much longer. I could hear the battle going on outside, and I got distracted as a spurt of urine escaped my crotch. I whined and pushed against my crotch harder. I could hear more and more chaos, and over every few seconds a spurt would escape and make my need even worse than it already was. Once I heard someone crash against the wall, I knew I couldn't hold out. I picked myself up and hobbled over to the dark part of the cell behind the slab, still leaking and spurting until I got there, then my bladder went and burst right then and there. I felt the urine slip through my paw, down my legs, and onto the cold stone floor. This went on for a simple minute before it all came out. During that minute I was moaning in relief, finally able to take a lot of pain off my lower half. A few minutes later Oshawott came in holding the keys.
Oshawott: Alright, I got the keys! Now come on, we're getting out of here!
*Oshawott's POV*
I had to jiggle through all the keys until I found the one opening the cell. Once I did the cell opened.
me: Alright, we're getting out of here!
When we got to the room where the others were, Rudy was there, not ready to let us go.
Rudy: SERIOUSLY!? Emboar, Haxorus, you had one job! ONE! JOB!
Emolga: HAHAHAHAHA! Is that the best you got!?
Dunsparce: Um, usually when someone says that the antagonist usually has a last-
Rudy burst with energy and lifted us into the air.
Dunsparce: Stand...
Pikachu: Oh GREAT JOB EMOLGA!
Emolga: Shut up.
Rudy: Well, I see you care about these twerps, huh Umbreon?
Umbreon: What are you- Oh no. Rudy, you wouldn't!
Rudy: Would and WILL! Give me the answer to bringing the border down or i'll destroy these kids one by one!
Emolga: I swear when I get down I am going to electrocute you into nothing!
Rudy: Oh, tough guy, huh? Well You'll be the perfect demonstration!
Rudy lifted a finger, separating Emolga from everyone else, and then slammed him into the walls, roof,and floor of the room. Multiple times. At extreme force. By the time he finished, he dropped Emolga on the ground covered in scrapes and bumps from the beating.
Emolga: *extremely weak crying*
Rudy: Oh, don't look so down kid. It literally could have been a lot worse. Alright Umbreon, start your yapping if you don't want the rest of them ending up with something worse than Emolga's beatdown!
Dunsparce: Oh my god... You little jerk! You're just as bad as I remember!
Pikachu: Wait WHAT!? Remember!?
Rudy: Huh? Oh man, Axel buddy! I never recognized you!
me: AXEL!?
Dunsparce: Ugh... me and my big mouth.
Umbreon: Rudy! That ore really HAS changed you.
Rudy: Well you know what they say. If things don't go your way, ya gotta cheat your way to what you want! Especially if you're the villain!
Rudy snapped his fingers, and then a void opened, vaccuming up everyone's strength and power straight from our bodies.
Pikachu: AARGH! All our power! It's draining away!
After a few seconds everyone collapsed on the ground, including me. Rudy closed the portal and walked up to the spot where he was standing over me.
Rudy: Sorry kids, I honestly didn't want to hurt you. We could have just called it off and you could have gone down peacefully. But no, you had to go and be the hero. Well kid, in my world, heroes don't exist.
me: You won't... get... away with... this...
Rudy: Nighty night kid. Nighty night. *evil laugh*
*to be continued*
Edited February 20, 2016 by wheatley
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A little story I wrote on the spur of the moment.
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We haven't lived together long. I'm still not used to seeing her walk into my home...our home...after work. Each time, the sight is a treat. She's so beautiful and sophisticated. Today was no different. She was wearing a navy blue shirt and a grey blazer with matching trousers. Together they emphasized her thighs and hips so well it should be indecent, but instead it looked professional. She confidently strolled through the door and went through the usual routine of setting her attaché on the counter, quickly but carefully removing her high heels, taking her auburn hair out of the bun, and walking up to kiss me hello.Today she had a bit more pep than usual.We chatted for a few moments about how the day went for each of us. She wore an exuberant smile and talked a mile a minute about how she got so much accomplished today and still felt full of determination, and then she said something that caught me by surprise."I'm want to pee my pants!""What?" I said, because that's the only thing to say in a situation like that."Some time today; not necessarily right now.""Why?""Well, it's a little hobby of mine. I thought I talked about it before. Don't worry, I know how to rinse these pants off before a stain sets.""I don't remember you telling me you liked peeing your pants.""Well, I do! Not very often, but you know how sometimes you're just in that kinky mood?""I don't want you peeing on our living room rug.""Then tell me where to pee. Feel free to get involved. I could make a nice puddle on the hardwood floor under the chandelier where the light's good. You could see just how yellow this pee I've been holding in is. Or I could sit on the staircase and it would pool between my legs before cascading down the steps.""I don't want you making a mess.""I could straddle the drain in the laundry room. That'd be nice and sanitary. We could take a shower together. That'd be just golden! Or, if you really want to keep my nasty waste contained, you could run out and buy me a pack of diapers. I'm ready to try that if you are. Just tell me where to pee.""The toilet," I said dryly. This was when she started to acknowledge the fact that I wasn't nearly as happy about this as she was."Don't be a wet blanket...oh! I could wet the bed!""I don't like this."Her emerald green eyes narrowed, and her rosy pink lips thinned to a straight line."Well I didn't like taking my clothes off at the nature preserve, but I went through with your whole woodland nymph fantasy without a word of complaint because I love you and wanted you to have that special experience.""That was for the sake of art.""Well, get out your camera. You're about to witness the art of the female urinary system," she said in a booming voice as she pointed out the location of her bladder."Not on the rug!""It's burgundy; it won't stain. Or don't you like the thought of walking on your sweetheart's pee?" she asked in a venomous teasing tone."This is all just a little weird."She glared at me."Whether you like it or not, I'm going to stand here and enjoy an empty bladder and a warm wet pair of pants. You have five minutes to put newspapers down before I open the floodgates." I didn't argue. She's such a lovely boss she can get away with being bossy. I gathered newspapers from the recycle box and spread them around.She stood on them with her legs slightly spread and her hands on her hips. A pinprick of black appeared on the grey fabric of her trousers. It grew into a lemon-shaped splotch covering her crotch and reaching from leg to leg. A few streaks showed up on the insides of her legs. I heard little taps on the paper where drops were coming out her pantlegs and hitting the newspapers. It started pouring out pretty soon. The damp spots on the papers grew and merged, and her dark socks glistened in obvious wetness.As all this happened, her slight smile turned into a beaming, cheek-swelling grin. Then she stood there a moment in her wet pants, breathing heavily, looking almost like she was basking in the sunlight.I never saw a girl wet herself before. I'd heard about it happening. My sister always tells the story of the humiliating accident she had in Sunday school, but I didn't see it. I didn't see Stacy Geldwechsler's legendary accident at recess, either. I'd never thought much about how female pants-wetting looked until I saw it for myself today. I was surprised the wet spot on her rear side was bigger than her front, even though that makes sense anatomically. I was also surprised enough came out her pantlegs to form a veritable puddle, even though most of her pants still looked dry from the outside. Once I got past the grossness of it all, it started to seem cute. Her face certainly looked cute when she did it.She told me to fetch a towel so she could dab herself off where she was dripping."I'm sorry I was so negative," I said as I handed it to her."I'm not mad at you," she said in a tone of voice that gave me the impression she was mad at me, "but you're going to have to improve your attitude toward peeing."With that, she walked into the laundry room, leaving me alone to ponder the day's strange events and revelations. |
A/N: Another commission. The plot is kinda crack-y, but hey, whattaya gonna do? I haven't written anything worth posting here for myself lately, sorry for that. Haven't had any of my own ideas, so I've just been sticking to commissions.
It started with Cheri, strangely enough. Whoever the culprit was targeting, anyone would have figured they would have started with someone who wasn't as high-profile, but maybe they had some kind of fantasy involving her in particular. Whatever the case, she was the first target, and she was targeted a few times, and then the culprit began to move on and experiment with other girls.
It was the strangest fascination, what they were trying to do, and how they even knew how to do it was beyond everyone. That was part of what made it such a strange, difficult mystery. But, back when it started, no one thought of it as a mystery, they just thought it was a very humiliating occurrence for a cheerleader.
Practice had been running late, and Cheri had kept herself incredibly hydrated throughout, just like always. The coach had already left and she and some other girls had hung back for just a few minutes, talking. She always had to pee after practice, but that was something that could wait until she was in the locker room. It was nothing incredibly urgent, but when they tried the door, it was locked.
Every door the girls tried was locked, and Cheri moaned quietly to herself as the group began to discuss what to do. None of them had any way out, but they couldn't just stay there. They would have to wait for a janitor to come clean; they would have a key and they could let them out. But there was no telling how long they would have to wait, and Cheri really had to pee and she wasn't sure how long she could wait.
She tried to keep her need to herself for a while, fidgeting ever so slightly and going silent, but her friends could soon tell that there was something wrong, though she wouldn't admit to what it was. Still, it was quite obvious after a short time that she was growing incredibly desperate. No one bothered her about, all of them knowing how much they would hate being in that situation themselves, but no one could ignore the way she squirmed and crossed her legs and bit her lip.
She had had so much to drink already, and she didn't know how she was going to last this out when she had been just about to make a dash for the bathroom when they had gotten into this situation. Now she was barely able to hold it, and soon she would humiliate herself in front of everyone. Definitely not something she wanted, but if they weren't rescued soon, it was not something she could avoid.
Her friends did their best not to watch her as she was forced to put a hand between her legs, bouncing up and down on her knees. She was cutting it too close now, and she wasn't going to make it, she knew she wasn't going to make it, and then her bladder gave in. She moaned softly as she felt the warm liquid spill out of her, darkening the skirt of her uniform and splashing onto the gym floor.
Her face burned from humiliation, but her friends said nothing to mock her. Most just ignored it, while a few made some sympathetic noises. It paid off, being as well-liked as she was- otherwise, one of them might have spread this to make her look bad, but instead they all pitied her.
And then they heard a click, and when they tried one of the doors, it was no longer locked. It became apparent then that there had been somebody watching them and waiting.
~X~
There were two more attacks on her, and they became more and more public. The second one involved trapping her while she was helping put together the school news program, and the third involved trapping her in a classroom, where another girl was put in much the same predicament.
After that, it spread to other girls in general. There was a library assistant who reported that she couldn't get to a bathroom in the library due to it being blocked off and locked up, and several athletes reporting similar instances to what had happened with Cheri. It was clear that this had all been planned and that there was someone in the school who wanted to see girls wet themselves.
“That's really weird,” said Ingrid, as they reviewed the case. “Who would want to do something like that?”
“I don't know,” replied Fillmore, “but I guess that's what we're supposed to figure out. The only thing is, we don't really know when he's going to strike.”
“We'd have to know when a girl was going to be in a situation like that, and I don't even know how he knows that,” she said. He gave her a look, one that told her exactly what he had in mind, and that she wouldn't like it. “No,” she said. “Absolutely no way am I doing that!”
“Come on, it's the best way to catch him in the act! All you have to do is have a few close calls, or even pretend close calls, and he won't be able to resist targeting you,” he argued. “And once he does, I'll be watching closely and I can nab him.”
“But when he really targets me, I'm actually going to be trapped,” she replied. “I'm actually going to be stuck in that situation and I don't want to...you know.”
“It's for the good of the case,” he said. “It's the only way to stop this from happening to other girls. It's a sacrifice that the Safety Patrol has to be willing to make for the good of the case.”
“You say that,” she replied, unamused, “but the only person making the sacrifice here it me.”
“But think of all the people you'll be helping!”
They argued back and forth like that for a while, but it was a long time before she reluctantly agreed to go along with it. She really didn't want to do this, but if she really had to, she supposed she would.
~X~
The set up was incredibly humiliating for her. She couldn't tell anyone that she was faking what she was doing, or else she would risk blowing the case, but that meant that everyone got to see her faking it every day and that everyone thought she was being completely genuine.
What she did was, she would go into a class and suddenly start acting really desperate. Sometimes she would ask the teacher to go to the bathroom and, if she was told yes, act incredibly relieved and leave the room quickly; if she was told no, she would up her act and make a made dash once class was over. Rarely did she actually have to pee, but she tried this act in different classes and on different days, and after a few weeks, she hoped that someone would have spread word about her or that the culprit would have seen her do it in person.
But while all of this was going on, he continued to strike various places. No one appeared to be safe, and when even Karen was targeted, Ingrid knew that it was time to get serious. She began allowing herself to get genuinely desperate during class, hoping that that would attract the culprit. There were days when she really did just barely make it, days when she really did have to make a run for it to avoid wetting herself, and still, he didn't take the bait.
Perhaps she were being too obvious, or perhaps he just hadn't seen her. She wasn't sure what it was, but she knew that whatever she was doing wasn't working. There was no sense in continuously humiliating herself and putting herself in situations like that if it wasn't doing any good anyway.
For a few days after that, everything went mostly back to normal. People gave her looks in her classes, as if they were just waiting for her to suddenly spring up and bolt to the bathroom, but other than that, nothing changed. Fillmore grew more and more frustrated about the fact that the case was going cold on their end but that the attacks weren't stopping and that more girls were being humiliated all the time, but there was nothing they could do to gather clues.
Everything died down on their end of the investigation for a while, and it seemed like Ingrid would never be one of the girls targeted. She wondered why, if she looked like an easy target, she wouldn't be used for it, but there was no answer that made sense. The culprit didn't seem to have a specific type, seeing as he went after any and every sort of girl, so she could rule out the fact that she didn't fit the bill. But there was just nothing that made sense otherwise.
It wasn't until she was really starting to believe that they had reached the end of their rope and that the case would go forever unsolved when it finally happened to her. Of course, she didn't realize that it was happening to her at first. At first, she was just talking to Cheri after her practice one day, hoping that discussing what had happened with her again might shed new light on the subject.
She had hung around after school, waiting for cheer practice to end, and then went to talk to Cheri, and when they were talking, they heard clicks that were all too familiar to the blonde. Sure enough, the doors had been locked, and they were the only two trapped in the gym. A look of dread came over Cheri's face and she said, “Oh no, not again.”
“Is that what happened the first time?” asked Ingrid.
“Yeah, it was exactly like this,” she replied. “I've tried to be careful since then, but I was starting to relax...” She fidgeted uncomfortably. “I guess I should have known better than to let my guard down.”
“Well, I've been having the opposite problem,” replied Ingrid. “I've been trying to get in these situations and failing. I'd only just given up, and now here I am.”
“Do you...?” asked Cheri.
“A little bit,” she answered, but that was a lie. It had been a long day at school, and she hadn't been to the bathroom once. She should have gone while she was waiting for Cheri's practice to end, but old habits died hard and she was still so used to holding it that she didn't even think to until it was too late. Now they were both trapped, and she hoped that Fillmore had stuck around after school like he was supposed to, or he was missing out on their one good chance to catch the culprit.
Soon enough, he would notice that the gym was closed off and locked, and hopefully he would investigate further. Until then, there was nothing she and Cheri could do but wait this out. Of course, she had already accepted the fact that she would probably have to wet herself for real, and she was sure that Cheri was aware of that too, after being caught in that predicament so many times herself.
The culprit was probably over the moon with excitement, knowing that he had a two for one special with this. Ingrid wondered where they were even watching from, and considered scoping the room and looking through windows, but her desperation was starting to get bad and she thought it would be better if she stayed in one place. With any luck, Fillmore would figure things out sooner rather than later, and would get her out of here before she lost control.
She clenched her fists and steeled herself, ready to try and hold on for the long haul. It would be difficult, but she was determined not to let this random creep beat her, not when he had terrorized so many before. Her bladder was uncomfortably full, but she had practiced holding enough recently that she hoped that would pay off and that she would be able to make it.
Cheri didn't seem to be holding up as well as she was though. Already she was whimpering and had her legs crossed, and already she seemed like she wasn't going to last very long. It was surprising that she wasn't more prepared for this sort of thing, considering how frequently she had been targeted, but she really had meant it when she said that she had relaxed too much.
“I don't know how long I'm gonna last,” she said, teary eyed. “You'd think I'd be used to wetting myself by now, but...”
“Well, no one can really judge you for it, when everyone keeps getting forced into it,” replied Ingrid, trying to keep the conversation going to distract herself from her throbbing bladder. “I mean, so many girls have had to do it by now that it's just becoming commonplace.”
“That doesn't make it any less humiliating,” she whimpered, bouncing up and down and biting her lip. She was clearly already at her limit, but still fighting to hold on for the sake of her dignity. Ingrid couldn't really blame her, considering she was doing the same thing herself even knowing that it wouldn't matter if she wet herself. She still had her pride, she supposed, even knowing that it was all part of the case.
Cheri wasn't holding up well at all, though, and it was hard to focus on her own need when the girl beside her was practically in tears due to her desperation. She wasn't going to last the time it took for the culprit to be caught and them to be saved; even if Ingrid could make it, there was no way that Cheri would.
“If it hurts, you should just let go,” she finally said. “I mean, we both know we're trapped here, and like I said, it's not like anyone can judge you. No one would blame you for giving up before it hurt too bad.”
“But I can't do something like that!” Cheri cried. “I can't do it on purpose!”
“No one would know but me. No one is here but me and I wouldn't tell anyone what happened. Everyone would think it was just an accident.”
“Either way it's going to be awful and humiliating!”
“Yes, but one way hurts a lot less,” argued Ingrid. She was having a harder time articulating her thoughts as her own desperation only grew worse.
“If it's so easy, than why don't you do it?” challenged the other girl.
She wanted to reply that it was because she thought she might be able to make it, but that was no good. Maybe it would be better for both of them if they both just gave up here and now. Maybe there was no point in trying to wait this out. “I will if you will,” she finally replied.
Cheri looked conflicted, not sure if she was willing to risk calling Ingrid on her bluff or try to keep fighting a losing battle. Finally, face red from humiliation, she said, “Okay, fine! It's not like I'm actually scared or anything, I just thought it was kind of a stupid thing to do is all, but if you're going to insist...”
For all of her bravado, she still looked incredibly unsure, but now didn't seem willing to back down from her own challenge. She hesitated for only a second more before she cringed, realizing that her desperation was at such a point that she really couldn't afford to hesitate a moment longer. Either way, she was going to end up wetting herself soon and she knew it, so she sighed and relaxed, letting go.
Soon enough, the gym was filled with the echo of liquid splashing on its hardwood floor as Cheri wet herself on purpose, getting some of her cheer uniform wet in the process. It was far from the first time she had been forced to wet herself at school, but she still blushed heavily, and was still not used to the feeling.
Ingrid could hardly stand listening to and witnessing such a thing with her own bladder so full, and though she was sure she would have been able to wait longer without that happening, that pushed her a bit too far, and she figured that it was a good thing she was about to do it on purpose anyway, because she felt her bladder give up and she began to lose control. She did not fight it and did not try to hold back, sighing in relief as she wet herself.
Her own puddle formed on the floor and she heard the echo of her own splatter, and suddenly she found that she did not care nearly as much as she had expected to. In fact, she found that it actually felt rather nice, all things considered. She wasn't sure what to make of that, but she didn't have long to think about it before she heard the locks click, signifying that their captor had decided to free them.Without another thought, she bolted, hoping to catch them before they managed to get away. Just as she flung open the door, she saw that Fillmore was there and had someone cornered, but when she approached she was surprised to see, not some creepy guy, but a girl who looked positively guilty.
“Is this the culprit?” she asked in disbelief as she approached.
“Seems like it,” he replied. “She managed to steal a set of school keys and has been setting up these situations for weeks, but we've got her now!”
~X~
She was questioned heavily after that as they tried to find a motive behind the culprit's actions. It turned out that they hadn't been too wrong in their assumptions; her reasoning was fairly creepy, she had just turned out to be a girl instead.
“It started out as kind of revenge,” she said. “When I was younger, I was always too shy to ask to go to the bathroom. I used to have accidents all the time, and people would make fun of me for it. I wanted to put other girls in that position, so they could see how it felt, and then I realized I liked seeing that. I don't know why I do, but I really, really do, and once I'd started, I couldn't stop.”
She said she felt guilty, but it wasn't clear if she felt genuinely guilty or just guilty because she had been caught. Obviously, she would have gone on to keep doing it; she seemed to be addicted to it, and it would have gone on much longer had they not caught her. Luckily, they had, and it was another case closed. |
Standing Sammy
The story of a young girl who learned to empty her bladder in a manner similar to the method which is used by the boys.
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It’s not always easy being a girl. In fact, it’s never easy. Between needing to be the most beautiful, or the most popular, it was an unending uphill battle. Either your phone isn’t cool enough, your clothes are too drab, or you don’t have more friends than a certain other someone. Sometimes you’re not as smart as the next person, simply because you didn’t answer the teacher first. A truly hopeless situation.
But these are merely the most mundane of things that girls quarrel over. We haven’t even gone over the really important stuff! The worst judgment of all, is that if you do certain things in your spare time, as a hobby or whatever, you aren’t even a girl. However, since you still have girly bits, you’re clearly not a boy either. You don’t belong on either side of the fence. After all, girls should never play video games! It just isn’t a ‘girly’ activity.
So here you are, uncomfortably sitting atop a fence, trying desperately to hang on to your perch while players from both sides are throwing things at you to get you to fall onto the opposite side. But that’s why the good Lord gave us video games, right? To ignore the trivialities of the world around us and become immersed in a world of fiction, viciously destroying NPCs in your JRPG of choice.
And so, Sammy sat, entrenched deep into her bus seat, playing her 3DS, with her cap pulled down over her eyes just enough to where she didn’t have to make eye contact with anyone.
“Can you even see what you’re doing like that?” asked Ben, hovering over Sammy’s shoulder.
“Yes.” Sammy replied, without looking up from her game.
“What are you playing?” Ben asked in a rude tone.
“‘Fire Emblem’.”
“Isn’t that the game that’s just like Final Fantasy, but worse?”
Sammy remained silent, her only acknowledgement was to sink deeper into her seat. If she didn’t respond, maybe Ben would get the message.
“You’re such a weirdo!” Ben laughed, “You should play a real game, like Call of Duty!” Ben waited. And waited. Then waited some more. Without so much as even a whimper from his target, Ben rolled his eyes, then sat back down.
A year ago, Sammy might have started crying at the onset of ridicule, but if the truth be told, she was starting to become numb to it. Ben fancied himself the world’s authority on video games (like most boys) but even his own friends were getting pretty sick of him always tooting his own horn, as it were.
Out of the corner of her eye, a familiar flagpole passed by outside of the window. Sammy sighed. The bus had arrived, and the time of solace was over. Now to endure another six-and-a-half hours of boredom until she could go back into the video game world. But for now…
Sammy walked down the steps of the school bus, head hung low, cap pulled down. She then grasped the straps of her backpack, took a deep breath and proceeded to the front doors of the school. It was a deliberate tactic she used; when you avoid eye contact with other people, they tend to not engage you in conversation. If only that was enough though… unfortunately there are those who simply thrive off of the misery of others. There were a number of people Sammy preferred to avoid (more so than the usual person, that is); people who’s mere presence would make her feel uncomfortable.
“Well look who it is!” said a condescending female voice. “It’s Sam!”
Sammy halted her pace. It was the unmistakeable voice of Beatrice Hammond; Chestnut Elementary’s self-appointed most popular girl. She was in the fifth grade, just like Sammy, but known for her expensive clothes, phone, and flamboyant golden hair. More than her appearance, she was known for basically seeing herself as God’s gift to the world.
Sammy continued staring at the pavement below, but in a soft voice, she replied: “My name… isn’t ‘Sam’.”
“Please!” Beatrice laughed aloud. “‘Samantha’ is a girl’s name, and you clearly aren’t one! Even ‘Sammy’ is too girly of a name for a boy like you! You wear a boys’ cap, you wear that disgusting gray hoodie, and those faded, baggy jeans. What kind of a poor wretch are you to wear such filthy clothes? You can’t even be bothered to tie those scuffed-up sneakers of yours!” It was as if Beatrice’s day couldn’t begin until she stepped on someone and made them feel like dirt.
A small crowd of other kids began to arrive to see the commotion. Their voices only a hushed, inaudible murmur, but Sammy didn’t need to hear them to know what they were talking about. It was in their nature, after all. Wanting to put someone else down in order to feel better about themselves. Sure, they weren’t as glamorous as Beatrice, but at least there was someone who was worse. The judgmental smiles… the condescendence… Sammy could feel it all pouring onto her as if she were being blasted by a fire hose.
Beatrice walked up to Sammy. The loud girl was about two, maybe three inches taller than her… and she was making it known. “I guess this is what happens when you get your clothes from a dumpster.”
Sammy’s teeth clenched, and her grip on the straps of her backpack tightened. Nevertheless, she couldn’t bring herself to meet Beatrice’s eyes. Like some inexplicable force was exerting itself upon her head, averting her gaze and altogether preventing their eyes from meeting.
“Sorry…” Sammy mumbled. “I’ll just go…”
“Go where?” Beatrice asked. “Back to the garbage where you found those clothes?”
“Back off, Beatrice!”
That voice… it was like hearing an angel sing amidst a choir of demons.
“Hmph. Katie Pierce.” said Beatrice. “What do you want?”
“I want you to leave Sammy alone!” Katie responded. “Why don’t you go pull the wings off of bugs instead?”
Beatrice stood in front of Katie, who was about a head shorter than the domineering girl. But in that moment, Katie seemed bigger than Beatrice. Sammy couldn’t help but lift her gaze to see it. Katie was only in the fourth grade, and was pretty short for her age, but her will exceeded that of any other girl… no… any other child… hell, any other person at this school. The stare-off seemed to last for what felt like hours. But Katie wouldn’t back down, and even Beatrice knew that. But did that stop her? Certainly not.
“If there’s any girl here who could truly be called a boy, it’s you, Katie Pierce.” Beatrice’s words were like a massive bludgeon, but Katie’s shield of will and stubbornness stood strong against the impact.
“At least I don’t need to step on people to feel good about myself.”
“No, you probably just rub your dick to feel good about yourself, like most boys.” Beatrice retorted.
“You seem to know a lot about boys and dicks, Bea.” Katie said with a grin. “Got something you want to share?”
Normally, none of the other kids would dare to laugh at Beatrice’s expense, but Sammy could tell that they were all trying to repress it. In this duel of words, Katie Pierce’s Falchion of Justice just pierced through Beatrice’s armor.
The taller girl’s face flushed red. “I-Idiot! You don’t even know what you’re talking about!” Beatrice turned towards the school entrance and stomped off in a tizzy.
Katie grinned in triumph, then walked over to Sammy and placed a hand on her shoulder. “You okay, Sammy?”
“I’ll be fine…” Sammy said as her gaze returned to the ground.
Katie’s grin slowly turned to a frown. “You know how Beatrice is; always trying to make people feel bad so she can feel good. But she has no right to treat you like that.”
“It’s all right…” Sammy replied. “It doesn’t bother me.”
“If you say so…” Katie sighed. “Hey, do you wanna hang out after school? I can’t get past the next gym leader in Omega Ruby, I could use some pointers.”
Sammy smiled. “Sure. Where do you want to meet?”
Katie shrugged her shoulders. “Let’s just hang out on the playground until they kick us out.”
“Sounds good.”
The two girls walked inside. Beatrice was nowhere to be seen, thankfully, but it was about five minutes until school officially started, so most kids were already heading to their homerooms.
“Hey I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” Katie said.
“What?”
“Is it true that you can pee standing up? Like how boys do it?”
Sammy’s face immediately turned red. “Wh-where did you hear that!?”
“It’s just a rumor.” Katie answered. “But if it’s true…”
“What about it?” Sammy stuttered.
“Oh nothing,” said Katie. “I just think it’d be a cool trick to know. I swear some of the girls pee on the toilet seats on purpose. If I didn’t have to put my ass on the seat anymore, that would be so great.”
“Oh…”
Katie grinned, then bent over, looking under the visor of Sammy’s cap. “So is it true? Can you do it?”
“W-Well…” Sammy’s arms began to shake. “I only did it once when I was little. Remember Kristen?”
“Yeah.”
“Well when we were outside in my backyard, we were playing that old kiddie pool we used to have, and we had to go to the bathroom. The door got locked somehow and my mom fell asleep inside so…”
“So you guys peed outside, right?” Katie said.
“Well one time I saw my cousin when he was peeing outside during a camping trip, and I joked to Kristen that I could do it too.” Sammy said, her face turning ever more red. “Then she told me I had to prove it.”
Katie giggled quietly. “And did you?”
Sammy nodded reluctantly. “The backyard is totally fenced off so I figured no one but Kristen would see me. I slipped off my swim suit, spread my legs a bit, pulled up my naughty parts and…” Sammy placed her hand on her crotch, then moved it outward, imitating the appearance of peeing. “psssshhh!”
“And it worked!?” Katie asked excitedly.
“Shhh! Not so loud…” Sammy said. “And yeah, it worked. I don’t know how it worked, but it worked.”
“You have to show me how to do that!”
“What!?” Sammy yelped. “That’s disgusting!”
“Oh, come on!” whined Katie. “You showed Kristen, why can’t you show me?”
“I was like, six years old then!” Sammy protested. “I didn’t know any better!”
“Oh yes you did!” Katie punched her in the shoulder. “Don’t even try that!”
“Come on, Katie!” Sammy whimpered. “I don’t want to…” she eyed a pair of nearby students, standing in front of the bathrooms who seemed to catch on to the nature of the conversation. “…to show something like that to another person.”
“Oh, we’re both girls!” Katie argued. “You don’t have anything I haven’t seen a thousand times before!”
Sammy sighed. For reasons beyond her comprehension, Katie really wanted to see her pee like a boy. And with how willful Katie could be, it was unlikely that she was going to take no for an answer. Besides… it wasn’t like she was showing a total stranger. Katie became a pretty close friend since the start of the school year, and always stuck up for Sammy against people like Beatrice. One thing Sammy always regretted was that she didn’t seem to have a way to pay back Katie’s courage, so as odd as it sounded, maybe showing her how to pee standing up was as good of a place as any to start. She did say she wanted to use that trick to avoid using a pee-covered toilet seat, after all…
“All right.” Sammy conceded. “I’ll show you after school.”
“No, show me at lunch!” Katie said. “We can go behind the computer lab!”
“W-Well…” Sammy stammered. “I need time to… fill my bladder! It actually doesn’t work if I don’t have to go very badly!”
Katie stepped to the side and gestured to the water fountain behind her that was placed directly between the doors of the boys and girls restrooms. Sammy closed her eyes and groaned. She couldn’t help but feel like she was digging her own grave here. Nevertheless, a promise was a promise. She walked over and took a long drink from the faucet.
Ding… Ding… Ding…
The three-chime, monotone ring of the school bell resounded over the intercom.
“Oh shit!” Katie yelled and scrambled over to her classroom. “It’s already 8:30! Time to go! I’ll see you at lunch!”
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Sammy placed her elbows on her desk, folded her hands, then placed her chin on her knuckles, gazing up at the clock.
9:28… It’s only been just over an hour… Sammy thought, but I barely have to go. I mean… I could probably pee right now if I wanted to… but I really don’t have to. Which means by the time lunch starts, I still won’t have to go very badly. I should probably get some more water.
Sammy raised her hand. “Mrs. Flowers?”
The older woman looked up from her desk. “Yes, Samantha?”
Sammy shuddered at the sound of her full first name. She always hated it for it’s length alone, but when spoken aloud, it seemed like poison to the ears.
“Can I please go to the bathroom?”
“Yes you may.” the teacher replied.
Sammy got up from her chair.
Oh wow… standing up sure changes things! Sammy’s eyes widened as what felt like a great weight suddenly shifted it’s way towards her private zone. Maybe I have to go more badly than I thought!
Still, it would be counter-productive to pee now. Sammy left the room and headed towards the water fountain in the hall. She took a few drinks, then headed into the bathroom.
Sammy took a quick look in the mirror. Her dark hair was getting a bit messy, even under the cap; something that would probably have Mom in a furious fit; but having neat hair was one of those things that always seemed superfluous to Sammy. Having an utter rat’s nest was no fun, sure, but to have it all brushed, prim and proper every day was something that never really mattered to her. Better to just keep things in a ponytail, then hide the rest under the cap.
A small chuckle escaped her lips as Sammy looked at her reflection. The shortage of makeup, the cap, the hoodie, the messy hair… Beatrice wasn’t entirely wrong. Sammy did look more like a boy than a girl. A typical girl, anyway. That was one of the things Sammy liked most about Katie; her complete lack of regard for gender stereotype. It wasn’t something you could tell by the way she looked though. Just today, she had pigtails in her hair, wore a bright pink skirt and a white long-sleeved shirt with a heart motif. Yet just the other day, she wore a baggy sweat shirt, loose jeans, and did almost nothing with her hair. Even in her behaviour, there were days when she was the absolute most proper girl you could have met, and then days like today where she could make sailors blush. There was something about Katie’s attitude on life that Sammy simply could not help but admire.
Sammy’s thoughts were broken by the sound of liquid trickling into a pool within a porcelain bowl, and a more-than-slight tingle began to form within the confines of her lower body; the ever-so-subtle reminder that her bladder was filling, and it was about time to empty it.
“Not yet…” Sammy whispered to her reflection. “I have a promise to keep.” she placed a hand on her belly and gave it a light pet. “Hang in there a bit longer, okay?”
She exited the restroom, took a few more drinks of water, then returned to her classroom.
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Time always seems to pass more slowly when you need to pee. Sammy’s passive gaze was turning into a hateful glare with each glance at the clock. 10:30… 10:33… 10:37… 10:39… time was having fun dragging its damn feet.
God… I have to pee so bad…
Sammy folded her arms over her desk and buried her chin in her sleeves as she began rock back and forth in her chair. Over the course of an hour, the need to pee had grown from a slight urge into an intrusive sensation which permeated her lower body. Mrs. Flowers was trying to explain long division to the class, going over a few of the tricks used to solve some of the more difficult problems the class encountered on the last quiz… but unfortunately for her and her long-winded explanations called “lessons”, it was really in-one-ear-and-out-other for Sammy. The only thing she could think about was the sweet release of urine pouring out of her body in the next hour.
10:41!? Why!?
Sammy began to bite her sleeve. A wave of pain washed over her body, and she could feel her pee begin to snake its way out.
I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last!
Her hands clenched into fists as she tightened every muscle in her lower body that she could. For now, that seemed to hold back the need, but could one keep this up for another forty-five minutes?
“Samantha, would you please stop tapping your foot? You’re disrupting the entire class!” said Mrs. Flowers.
Sammy didn’t even realize she was tapping her foot. The only thing on her mind right now was pee, after all. Pee, and the way it would be leaving her bladder.
Okay… let’s try to think of something else… Sammy thought to herself. Let’s see… if I reclass Cordelia into a dark flier, that means I can teach her “Second Wind” and she’ll be able to attack twice in a single turn, then I can reclass her back into a falcoknight! If Sammy could count on anything, it was the ability of video games to take away the pain of everyday living. I wonder what it would be like to pee while riding a pegasus anyway…
Another wave of displeasure started to wash over Sammy. Ah, shit! I thought about it again! Sammy retightened her lower body muscles; not a single drop would leave her body unless she allowed it. To hold it all this time only to have an accident at the end of class though… that would ruin everything.
She sat back in her chair and crossed her legs. Maybe a new position would help things… Just need to go back to thinking about Fire Emblem… All right, now if I take Lucina and…
“Samantha!”
Sammy nearly fell out of her chair. “Y-Yes?”
Mrs. Flowers frowned. “Dear, do you need to use the restroom again? You look awfully uncomfortable.”
The rest of the class giggled.
“N-No, Mrs. Flowers, I can hold it until lunch!” Sammy replied.
“Then please, dear. Stop fidgeting and pay attention. We won’t be going over this again.”
Well that was a shocking change. Most kids dread that the teacher won’t let them go to the bathroom when they really need to go, and now here Sammy was, needing to go, the teacher actually asking if she needed to go, and Sammy refused.
10:55… 11:00… 11:10… almost there. Sammy’s legs were squeezed together so tightly, you could crush metal between them.
Come on! Only twenty minutes left!
It was remarkable. In the span of only a few hours, the increase of Sammy’s need-to-pee had grown so much.
Okay, just think about Fire Emblem! U-uhm… let’s see how many characters we can list. Let’s see, there’s Chrom, then there’s Lissa and Fredrick, and after that comes Virion and Sully, and then…
“Wow, you really have to pee, don’t you?” asked Kelli, the girl sitting next to Sammy.
“N-No!” Sammy protested. “I’m just… so unbelievably bored.”
“Come on, everyone can see how hard you’re pressing your legs together.” said Kelli.
Sammy looked to her right where Jason sat. He was looking at her hips out of the corner of his eye, but as soon as Sammy turned her head, his attention refocused on the teacher. The blush on his cheeks, however, remained.
“It’s… for a bet.” Sammy said to Kelli. “That’s all I’m going to say!”
Kelli rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Hope you don’t have an accident.”
Me too… Sammy thought. The poor girl placed a clenched fist over the groin of her pants as she rocked back and forth in her chair. She was reaching the bursting point. If lunch time didn’t roll around soon, she wouldn’t be able to stop it.
Please don’t let me pee myself… please don’t let me pee myself!
Then finally… it happened! That familiar chime which signaled the end of class and the start of lunch. It was finally 11:30. Sammy stood straight up, then stopped.
Wait, I don’t want to alert others as to how badly I have to pee. If they see me not go the bathroom when I clearly have to pee, someone’s going to think something’s wrong!
And so instead, with as much composure as she could muster, Sammy carefully walked to the door, and out of the classroom. However, instead of turning left towards the restrooms, she turned right to the exit. Sammy pushed open the double doors and headed outside.
It was a fairly expansive outdoor area in this school. Each wing of the building had a set of double doors which lead to it. From the wing Sammy’s classroom was, if one turned immediately left, she would find two concrete basketball courts. Beyond those were two sets of playgrounds; one intended for the younger grades, and one intended for older grades. If one turned right and traveled a few steps, she would find a large field, nearly three acres in total area, all of which was completely enclosed by a wire fence on atop a red brick wall. The field was not Sammy’s intended destination, however, but instead the computer lab that lay just before it. It was a remote building which was not actually connected to the main complex, and if one was careful about it, one could hide back there with a friend or two without attracting the attention of the recess teachers.
Sammy quickly slipped behind the building. Luckily, recess and lunch happened simultaneously, so one could have recess first and then eat later if she so chooses. And so, hopefully, Katie would make her appearance soon and Sammy could at last relieve her aching bladder.
“Come on, Katie, where the hell are you!?” she murmured. Sammy’s hand, free of the gaze of others, unashamedly clasped her crotch. The desperate girl hopped in place as she fought with all her will not to pee where she stood.
“Wow, you’re here already.” Katie walked around the corner. “You ready?”
“Yeah,” said Sammy. “I’ve been needing to pee since about 9:30”
“Let’s not waste any time then.”
Sammy took a deep sigh. She moved her hands to buttons of her jeans, then froze. In spite of how desperate to pee she was, the idea of undressing here was still paralyzing her. “Oh man… what if someone comes around the corner and sees me?”
“The longer you wait,” Katie replied, “The more likely that is to happen!”
“I know but…” Sammy whined. “I have to take my pants all the way off or else I’ll pee in them!”
“Fine, then do it!” said Katie. “I’ll hold onto them for you. I’ll also stand here at the corner and keep a lookout, all right?”
Sammy nodded slowly, then unbuttoned her jeans. She pulled them down to about her kness, the stopped and looked at Katie pleadingly. “You sure we can’t do this in the bathroom?”
“Will you stop arguing and go!?” Katie asked in an emphatic whisper.
As quickly as she could, Sammy yanked off her pants and underwear, slipping them past her shoes, then picking them up and handing them to Katie. “I’ll just pee on the wall, okay?” Sammy said.
Katie nodded in silence as she watched Sammy’s bare half of her body. The poor girl was absolutely red in the face, but in spite of her shyness, she spread her feet apart roughly 24 inches, Sammy then bent her knees and leaned back slightly. “Do you have to stare so intently?” she asked.
“It’s… not every day you get to see a girl pee like this.” Katie answered. “I’m really curious if you can pull this off, that’s all.”
Sammy took another deep breath, then placed her hands just above her groin. She then took the index and middle fingers of both hands, placed them onto her private area, and pulled them open. “Here it comes!” she announced. The feeling of that great liquid mass began to shift inside of her, and snake its way through the passages of her most precious area, until at last, a pale fluid began spraying forth from between her legs. For a few brief seconds, it was spraying onto the inside of her right thigh, but as Sammy began to apply a little more force from her urinary muscles, the stream began to correct itself and soar across the air in a more perpendicular manner.
The light brown concrete walls of the building quickly darkened as Sammy’s pee splattered across it, flowing downward and pooling up onto the pavement below.
“Wow…” Katie remarked, eyes wide, mouth agape. “You’re actually… peeing like a boy…”
“I know!” Sammy said with a nervous giggle. “I didn’t think I could do it again, to be honest! Look how high I can make it go!” She pulled up on her privates a bit more while bending back a little further, and sure enough, she managed a bit more of an arc in her urination; the area where her pee was actually making contact with the wall was just above her knees, which seemed pretty amazing considering she was standing at least four feet away. It wasn’t as if there was a basis of comparison, but Sammy was willing to wager that it wasn’t a common feat for most girls.
“That’s… amazing…” Katie said, her voice just above a whisper.
“Well… there you go!” Sammy said as her stream began to shrink away. “Now you know my secret power!” The steam of pee finally diminished to a few mere dribbles, and Sammy shook her hips to get the last of it off of her body. “Aw man, I pissed on my leg a little…” She lifted her right leg and tried to shake off a bit of the excess urine. “I’ll have to go to the bathroom and wipe that off.” extended her hand towards Katie.
However, the younger girl was still staring at the splatter of urine which adorned the wall. You’d think she saw a unicorn or something. The look on her face was pure shock. At last, she snapped out of her catatonic state. Upon seeing Sammy’s extended hand, she gave a subconscious high-five.
“No, idiot!” Sammy whispered angrily, “Give me my clothes back!”
“O-Oh!” Katie quickly handed the pants and panties back to Sammy, when they heard a small gasp from the other side of the building. Both Sammy and Katie turned their heads to see, and there stood another girl, peeking around the corner, with a look similar to the one Katie had a moment ago.
“Oh God!” Sammy squealed, quickly pulling her the bottom of her hoodie over her exposed genitals.
“Did you…” The other girl stammered, “Did you just pee… like a boy!?”
“I…” Sammy froze, her face still with terror. No other words would leave her mouth.
“That is soooo cool!!!” the girl screeched. “I have to tell the Boss!”
“No don’t!” Katie exclaimed, but as the words left her mouth, the unknown girl ran off in the other direction. “Get back here!” Katie was about to run towards her when Sammy grabbed her by the back of her shirt.
“Don’t you dare leave me here alone!”
“But… that girl…” It was too late. That moment of pause was all that girl needed, and she disappeared through the double doors leading to the cafeteria.
As quickly as she could, Sammy slid her panties back on, then her pants. But that was precious enough time for that girl to tell any number of people what she just saw.
“What now?” Katie asked.
“I don’t know,” Sammy said. “I was thinking I’ll probably kill myself because it beats dying of humiliation and ridicule.”
“Sammy…” Katie said in an apologetic voice, “I’m sorry! I didn’t think anyone would see us back here if we were quick enough…”
Sammy shook her head. “It’s not your fault, Katie. I could have said ‘no’ but I didn’t.” She looked at the playground, then to the school, then back to the puddle of urine she created. What started as a brave gesture for a friend had just turned into one of the most humiliating moments of Sammy’s entire life. Who knew what the next moment would bring?
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Author's note: Thank you to Firefox for helping with the editing process. |
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EPISODE 2
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Chapter 1 Synopsis:
Sammy watched as the puddle of pee crawled along the corner of the building, until the network of cracks in the pavement started to swallow it up. Her face was like a statue; cold and unmoving. The overwhelming flood of a thousand thoughts in her head… the endless possibilities that could come out of this scenario…
“M-Maybe it’s nothing to worry about!” Katie laughed while grabbing Sammy’s shoulders. “That girl couldn’t have been more than nine years old! She’s probably just going to tell her friends, and they won’t even believe her!”
“I… I…” Sammy just continued staring at her urine.
Katie held her arms out to her sides. “Who’s going to believe that a girl was peeing like a boy? Nobody! That’s who!”
“I don’t… feel so good.” Sammy said weakly. She grasped her stomach with her hand and stumbled back a step.
Katie sighed. “You’re going to be fine! Just… take a few deep breaths, all right?”
Sammy nodded. She took a deep breath in through her nose, then slowly exhaled through her mouth. It might have helped if the air wasn’t tainted with the faint odor of urine, but what was available would have to suffice.
“Okay,” Katie said. “You feeling better?”
“Yeah, a little bit.”
“Let’s just get through this day for now.” Katie said. “Then we can worry about what happens next.”
Sammy nodded again. “Okay.” Now that her nerves settled down a bit, Sammy could feel her stomach gnawing at her to grab some food. “I guess we should go get some lunch.”
“Good call!” Katie said with a genuine smile. “I’m starving!”
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With food trays in hand, Sammy and Katie sat down at the nearest table they could find. Barely enough room for the two of them at a single table; Sammy’s hips were mere inches away from touching Katie’s, and it was taking every bit of effort to keep her left arm tucked in to avoid touching her friend’s arm.
“I’m not diseased, you know!” Katie laughed, quickly noticing how Sammy was keeping her distance.
“I’m just trying to give you some elbow room…” Sammy mumbled.
The school lunch today was chicken burgers again, with a bag of potato chips and a pint of milk in a carton. Far from the top of the list of favorite foods that Sammy had, but far from the bottom too. More than that, it was school food. It would take a miracle for this garbage to taste even remotely good, but food was food, and it certainly beat going hungry. She picked up her burger and took a small bite out of it. With nothing more than a chicken patty and two buns, it tasted horribly bland.
“I swear,” Katie said, her words slightly muffled by the food in her mouth. “If they ever make a tasty one of these, I will start paying attention in class.”
Sammy snorted, nearly losing the food in her own mouth. Katie was kind person and great friend, but when it came to academics, she was a few EXP points short of a level-up.
“Don’t laugh!” she said. “School is hard! Especially friggin’ math!”
“I know.” Sammy agreed. “Math is horrible. Especially division.”
“I can’t keep track of all these damn numbers!”
“All I want to do is just go home and play video games!” said Sammy. “My parents get so worked up about it though, because they think I should be spending time with friends instead of gaming all day.”
“Your dad still giving you heat over that?” Katie asked.
Sammy nodded. “He thinks I’m not studying enough or skipping out on my homework just because,” Sammy straightened her back and held up finger. “‘When I was your age, I had to study all night to finish my homework!’”
Katie snickered. “Does he actually say that.”
“Yeah, pretty much.” Sammy answered. “Just because I breeze through it doesn’t mean I’m not trying, Dad! Geez!”
Sammy started to take a drink from her milk carton, when suddenly a football struck her in the arm. Milk flew across the table, onto Sammy’s lap and hoodie.
“What the hell!?”
Katie quickly turned her body towards the direction from which the football came from. “Hey watch it, assholes!”
“Sorry!” laughed a few fourth grade boys.
“Idiots!” Katie yelled back before sitting down.
Sammy held out her arms and frowned as milk soaked into her clothes. It was everywhere. She quickly removed her cap then took her jacket off to keep the milk from soaking through to her shirt.
“You all right?” Katie asked.
“Yeah…” Sammy replied. “Just… not my day. I’m going to go to the bathroom and get… cleaned up.” She rose from her seat, and walked off.
Needless to say, the day had indeed been pretty bad so far. Between the morning bully session and having someone see her pee on the wall outside, Sammy’s heart was firing faster than a UMP45. What was going to happen? Who was that girl that witnessed Sammy peeing? Who was “the Boss”?
Sammy grabbed a few paper towels and started to wipe off her arms. If she could just get through the day without having to smell of milk, that would be a win in and of itself.
“Speaking of stenches…” Sammy murmured. She looked down at her legs; now would be an opportune time to wash off that urine. She grabbed another paper towel, then turned on the faucet, soaking the towel in some water and soap. Sammy then went over to the stall, locked the door, unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them down, along with her panties. Quickly and fervently, she started scrubbing the insides of her bare thighs. If anything was going to be more humiliating than stinking of milk, it was stinking of pee.
Oddly enough, where most girls would probably have been disgusted at having pee all over their legs, it didn’t really bother Sammy. Could do without the stench, of course, but all in all… it wasn’t that gross. She proceeded to rubbing down her private area, then the insides of her thighs, all way down to her calves. ensuring all traces of urine were gone from her body.
“All right, at least that’s over.” Sammy said as she tossed the towel into the toilet. She pulled her pants back up, flushed the toilet, then exited the stall.
As she stepped out, the creak of the bathroom door could be heard as it swung open as forcefully as its hinges allowed. Sammy spun around, seeing a long blonde-haired girl dressed in a lavender jacket and jeans; arms folded, hips angled as she shifted her weight to her left leg, and a smug smile on her face. Judging from the size of her chest, she must have been in the fifth grade too, but Sammy didn’t recognize her. She must be in one of the other fifth grade classes. Normally, one wouldn’t pay another bathroom-goer any heed, but this day had been far from normal… and the disquiet within her breast simply would not go away.
Sammy’s hands instinctively began to fold over each other, grasping the other in her lap where she stood. The other girl looked up and down at Sammy, and let out an amused “hmph” through her nose. “I’m told you’re the girl who went pee outside the computer lab like a boy.”
Sammy nearly staggered backward at those words; it was as if she had been struck by an arrow, piercing her stomach. She felt overcome with pain and couldn’t do anything to hide the look of terror on her face.
“Don’t be surprised.” the girl said neutrally. “You know that Lilly saw you do it.”
“Wh-Who are you?” Sammy asked. “Are you the ‘Boss’?”
The girl just smiled. “My name is Jenny Moore. I’m well known among the other girls of the school for having… special talents.”
Sammy gave Jenny a puzzled look. “Like…what?”
“Like peeing standing up.” said Jenny. “Until today, I was the only one who was known for being able to do that.”
“I-Is that so?” This conversation was rapidly becoming uncomfortable.
“Naturally, I can’t have word start spreading about how someone can do the same things that I can.” Jenny continued. “Rumors might even start to spread that you’re better than me. You and I, little Sammy, are going to have to settle this.”
“Look,” Sammy held up her hands in front of her. “I don’t want a fight! I’d rather people didn’t know I peed standing up!”
“Not a fight; a contest.”
“…What?”
Jenny chuckled with a slight blush. “You and I are going to see who can pee the farthest while standing up.”
“Are you kidding!?”
“No, I’m quite serious.” Jenny answered. “I can’t have some nobody stealing my title. No offense.”
“I could barely handle doing it front of my best friend!” Sammy protested. “I can’t pee in front of someone I just met!”
Jenny sighed. “Then I guess I’ll just have to have Lilly tell the recess teachers what she saw behind the computer lab.”
“No!”
“That’s what I’ll have to do if you don’t accept my challenge.”
Sammy’s stomach was doing flips. There was just no way she could do that in front of other people… but still… the thought have having teachers discover what she did was terrifying. Would they even believe it? Oh… but what if the puddle was still there? Not much time had passed since the deed was done. There really wasn’t any alternative.
Sammy hunger her head. “All right… I’ll do it.”
“Good choice.” Jenny said. “I’ll meet you over by the flag poles after school.” She delivered a rather coy smile, and turned towards the door. That pompous stride… the flowing hair… someone was full of themselves. Still… she was no Beatrice.
“I’m going to regret this…” Sammy mumbled. The alternative was completely unacceptable though. Maybe Sammy would have been caught, maybe she wouldn’t have, but the risk was far too great. It was always far better to take the road with less danger.
Back to the original issue: the milk-soaked hoodie. No way that thing was going to worn in this condition. Sammy didn’t normally take pride in her appearance, but sometimes a line must be drawn. Underneath her hoodie, she wore a white T-shirt with no more than simple floral pattern on it, but with the weather being as chilly as it is, she might have to put the hoodie back on anyway. Sammy sighed loudly. What a screwed-up day this had turned out to be. She tucked her hoodie underneath her arm, put her cap back on, then exited the bathroom.
Sammy glanced at the water fountain next to her. “I guess I’d better start filling up…”
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The bell rang. Recess ended, and class resumed. The real trick now would be attempting to fill up at a rate that wouldn’t force Sammy to have to use the bathroom too early. It was 1:00 now, but school didn’t end until 3:00. The window of opportunity would be small though, because the bus departed at 3:10. With any luck, there would be no complications. Sammy subconsciously began to squeeze her thighs together and she let out a quick sigh. Sure, she didn’t have to go now but it would kick in soon enough. The muscles of her body could still remember the pain of having to hold it to the limit like before, and her entire hip region was resonating with displeasure.
“All right,” said Mrs. Flowers. “Our silent reading begins now. Please open your books and begin.”
Sammy reached into her backpack and pulled out her book. “Star Wars, Young Jedi Knights: The Shadow Academy”. Ever since she was very young, Sammy loved Star Wars, and her dad owned many of the books. The “Young Jedi Knights” series had caught her interest, being the ongoing adventures of the Solo twins during their teenage years. More often than not did Sammy wish she had a twin… someone who understood her through and through, liked nearly all of the same things, and was otherwise a companion who she could not be separated from. But alas…
“Pah! Star Wars nerd!” Kelli laughed.
“Just leave me alone…” Sammy whispered.
“Samantha! Kelli! This is silent reading!” said a stern Mrs. Flowers.
And so, time continued onward as Sammy sunk into her book. A resurgent empire, an academy of dark Jedi; the book was quickly becoming interesting. Sammy grinned as the fantastical images of these her favorite characters entered her mind. Oh, to be able to explore the vast reaches of something as expansive as a galaxy at your leisure… to forever satiate that need for adventure… this was the power of books. Sammy wasn’t a big reader; never was, but there were some things which simply has to be read. She moved from her relaxed, laid-back position, into a forward-sitting position with her legs crossed. Things were starting to heat up as the heroes of the story were suddenly captured by the Second Imperium.
If I were there, I would have fought them off with all my strength!
One of Sammy’s favorite things to envision while she read is what she would do if she were there alongside the hero or heroes. The faintest smile was slowly beginning to creep across Sammy’s face; her tongue gently stroking the right side of her upper lip. As time pressed forward, however, it wasn’t long until a familiar ping of discomfort echoed through her lower body.
Oh God… I have to pee already!? It’s too soon!
She glanced over at the clock. 1:27. Time certainly flew when you’re engrossed in a good story, but could she make it until the end of school? Sure, the urge was easy to ignore now, but in an hour?
I’d better not get any more drinks or else I’ll end up peeing in my pants before I reach Jenny!
“All right, put your books away, please.” said Mrs. Flowers. “If everyone could please now get out your journals, I’d like us to discuss the different things you observed over the weekend.”
Journal time… Sammy rolled her eyes. It was just random observations of random events in a random setting. There never seemed like there was any point to this assignment. But a student’s gotta do what a student’s gotta do.
“Now then,” the teacher began. “Akira, if you could please start us off by answering the questions of the board…”
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Class dragged on as everyone went from journal to worksheet to some other assignment that Sammy couldn’t care any less about than she already did.
“Sammy, stop tapping your foot!” Kelli snapped.
“Oh! Sorry!” Sammy hadn’t even realized she was tapping her foot. The only thing that she could focus on was the aching pain lying within her bladder.
I have to pee so bad! Sammy’s head started to turn towards the clock again, but she quickly willed it back towards her worksheet. As long as she didn’t look at the clock, time felt like it was moving faster. Was it actually moving faster? Of course not, but the important thing was the it felt like it was moving faster, which made an already tense situation slightly more bearable… but not much.
Sammy’s left hand gently clasped her privates while her right hand gripped her pencil tightly. Things had not progressed as rapidly as they had before but overall, it was pretty bad. At the current rate of escalation, it wouldn’t be long until Sammy was sitting in a puddle of her own pee. She would give, maybe, fifteen more minutes at most. Then things just couldn’t be held in any longer.
Her legs uncrossed subconsciously, moving to a different position, but Sammy’s knees remain locked together and she began to rock back and forth in her seat. With all the power she could must, Sammy refocused her attention to her desk, trying to finish off that last question, but it was as if the words wouldn’t even register in her head. “How would you…” and then, “…if you were to…” wait… what? Sammy’s mind kept turning to images of herself, standing atop the frosty grass next to the school flags, and watching all that urine fly from her body… the tension gradually diminishing…
Sammy’s breath became short as she imagined the feeling of relief washing over. It was almost enough to make her want to just pee right here…
Spurt!
Warm fluid began to permeate her skin and Sammy’s body tightened up. Something actually came out!
Man! Sammy thought. If I don’t get out of here soon, I’m not going to make it! The humiliation of it all was no longer worth it. Time to surrender to those urges.
Sammy’s hand went straight into the air. “Mrs. Flowers? May I please use the bathroom?”
“We have five minutes of class left.” The teacher said. “I’m sure you can hold it until then.”
Sammy whimpered. As subtly as she could, she reached down for her crotch. Her hand did not meet any dampness… but her privates did.
Good, at least it only got on my panties. Nobody can see it from the outside. Just need to hold out for five more minutes…
One minute…
Two minutes…
Three minutes…
Four minutes… This was absolutely agonizing. Sammy did her best not to let any whimpers or whines escape her. There had to be at least someone who suspected her predicament. But if she looked around the room, people would know for sure. Unacceptable risk!
Sammy squeezed her legs together again, hoping that pain would subside, if only for a moment…
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The three-tone ring of the bell sounded at last, and the instant of that first tone, everyone got up. Sammy quickly swung her backpack over her shoulder and left.
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Sammy walked out the front doors of the school and stepped out into the cold, nippy air. Her hands quickly moved to her shoulders as the biting temperature attacked her bare arms.
Jenny was already waiting next to the flags, which were just over to the right atop the large hill. This time, however, she did not have the cool composure that she possessed in the bathroom. She was tense, nervous, and quite wary of her surroundings.
“Finally.” she said, glimpsing Sammy’s signature hat. “Let’s get this started.”
“You don’t actually want to do this here in front of all the parents picking up their kids, do you?” Sammy asked, her face fraught with worry.
“Of course not.” Jenny said. “I just thought it would be a good place to meet up and then we can find a spot to do this.”
“What did you have in mind?”
Jenny was making subtle hops where she stood with the heels of her shoes nearly touching. “Let’s head down the hill over here. There’s a small woods area there.”
“Okay.”
The two girls started to make their way down the hill. The woods weren’t far; only about fifty feet or so. Being at the bottom of this hill in addition to being surrounded by all the tall pine trees gave them good cover.
A girl with red hair in a ponytail ran out from behind one of the trees. “Hey Boss.”
“Lilly.” Jenny answered. “Is it all clear?”
“Yep!” The younger girl nodded enthusiastically. “You guys can do this however you want!”
“Perfect.”
Sammy gave Lilly a hesitant look. “What’s she doing here?” She asked Jenny.
“Lilly is here to be our proof.” Jenny explained. “If another person sees what happens, it will be more believable when they tell others.”
“Who are you telling exactly?” Sammy asked.
“Only the relevant people.” Jenny responded. “They know how to keep a secret.”
“Let’s just get this over with.” Sammy said. “I can’t hold it any more.”
The girls unbuttoned their pants and slid them down their legs along with their panties. Both Sammy and Jenny eyed their opponent as they removed their clothing. It as becoming pretty clear that Jenny had indeed done this before.
Sammy huddled up where she stood. Wearing nothing but a cap, a t-shirt and some beaten-up shoes, the cold air was tearing her apart. Jenny looked like she wasn’t faring much better, but at least she had a jacket.
Almost at the same instant, the girls looked at the bare halves of the other’s body, then quickly letting their eyes meet again. The challenge was on. In front of and beneath them was a large dry dirt patch that had been patted down by the feet of the countless people who had walked through here before. Sammy and Jenny both faced towards the largest tree, which was roughly six feet away from them. Both girls stared directly ahead, their faces like stone, aside from the blushing cheeks.
“Get ready!” Lilly announced quietly. “Aim!”
Sammy spread her feet apart and dropped down into her partial squat and held open the flaps of her privates, just like before. She glanced over at her opponent, who seemed to drop into a similar stance, but with her taller figure, Jenny’s feet were spread a little further apart, and she looked like she was leaning back a little more, her hands placed over her privates. Being side-by-side, however, it was impossible to see how exactly she was handling her own girly bits.
“Pee!”
Sammy finally relaxed her lower body muscles, and it was just like before. She felt something warm start to snake its way through her body, then exit from it. Warm liquid began to spray against the inside of her left thigh, which truth be told, felt quite nice in this nippy weather, but Sammy wasted no time. In nearly the same instant that pee began to exit her body, she pushed with all her might, sending that stream of pee straight forward. Sammy let loose a toothy grin as she watched her urine splatter onto the dirt below.
Glancing to her side, Sammy saw that Jenny’s pee stream was in full squirt as well. “No you don’t!” Jenny grunted. She leaned back a bit more, gaining a bit more distance and a greater arc.
Sammy looked over at the splash zone. Sure enough, Jenny’s urine was traveling a little farther than hers.
I can win this!
Sammy spread her feet a bit more and tried pulling up on the lips of her privates. She leaned back just a little more. Unfortunately, at this angle, she couldn’t even tell how far she was peeing, as the stream was blocking the view of the splash zone.
Jenny was able to pee at least three feet away from where she stood. Probably more. Strangely enough though, the look on her face was one of concern, rather than satisfaction. Was she worried? Was Sammy actually peeing further than “the Boss?”
The bladder was starting to feel empty now, and the stream was losing its arc. Sammy closed her eyes and gave it one final push.
“No!” Jenny cried. A minor grunt could be heard as she pushed just a little harder. “You won’t… beat me!” The girl tried to lean a little further back, started to stand on the tips of her toes. She gave all the she had to try and cast her bodily fluids farther than her rival.
“Gyaaaaah!”
Jenny flailed her arms about as she fell to the ground, clumsily landing on her bare behind.
Sammy looked down at her half-naked opponent. The look on her face as she stared at the urine spurting forth from between her legs… it was a look of pure hatred.
Warm liquids began to run down the insides of Sammy’s legs as her stream tapered off. She stood up straight again, giving her hips a quick shake then bringing her feet back together.
“Ummm…” Sammy started. “Are you all right?”
Jenny’s hands were curled up into fists at her sides. She simply sat there, staring at the dirt darkened by her own urine.
Lilly, on the other hand, hurriedly ran over to the two puddles. She bent over and gazed at the dark patches as if she was carefully observing them, but even from where Sammy and Jenny stood, it could be easily seen whose stream traveled the farthest. “It looks like…” she said, looking . “Sammy is the winner. Sorry boss…”
Jenny growled and slammed her fist on the ground. She stood up in a hurry, grabbed her pants and slid them back on. The entire event seemed to be happening so quickly; Sammy could only watch in with a blank stare as her infuriated opponent buttoned her pants. Jenny’s brows were furrowed, her teeth bared and then she looked up at Sammy- murder in her eyes,
“You’ll regret this!”
Then she angrily marched back up the hill with Lilly close behind.
Sammy sighed loudly; It was over. What a day this had been. What was Sammy even suppose to say to her parents? “Hi, today I peed like a boy twice and one of those times was actually a contest between me and another girl to see who could pee the farthest!”
Indeed not. She quickly put her clothes back on, grabbed her backpack and headed for the bus. It was time for a nice session of video games. |
So the super amazing Harley Quinn and I did a trade forever ago and I am only just now finishing this. I feel so bad but between school and life and writer's block, I just haven't gotten it done. Anyways, this is a 5+1 style. For those unfamiliar, it's really fun to read and write. I suggest looking at a few (I have a couple if you want). Anyways, yeah. Sorry for the delay and enjoy!
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0.
It started after Afghanistan. EVERYTHING started afghanistan, if he really thought about it. He didn't know if anyone was even bothering to look for him, or if demands had been made. His father set the precedent that Stark Industries did NOT negotiate, so just like when he was a kid, he saved himself.
However, no one really prepared him for the aftermath. Namely the nightmares and all their lovely details. The first night was the worst. He was alone, in the dark, and it was too much like that fucking cave. He woke with a tightness in his chest (Which may have been that piece of tech that he had yet to examine), and he was soaked with sweat. And piss. He may or may not have ripped a pillow at that realization.
It hadn't happened since he was five. Jarvis (The real Jarvis) had been there to help him make it better. Thank God the AI was just as wonderful. He just hoped Pepper Didn't find out.
1.
It took about two days for Pepper to figure it out. Her accomplice being the maid. She decided to face him head on.
"Tony can we talk?" She asked.
"Can't talk, busy," He mumbled, trying to keep himself from crashing and falling asleep. He was on day three. If he just managed to solve this-
*Click!* "What are you busy with?" She asked in that utterly fake professional voice.
Tony glared at her. "What do you want?"
"Why haven't you been sleeping?" She asked, straight to the point.
"I have too been sleeping!" He argued.
"Uh huh. JARVIS, when was the last time Tony slept?"
"Nearly three days ago Miss Potts," The AI happily supplied (Well, as happily as an AI got anyways).
"Leave JARVIS out of this! What is this REALLY about Pepper?"
"......The maid came by today," She said. "Or did you forget that too?" Tony's eyes shot open wide, before he whimpered. "You can talk to me you know. You've been through a lot lately."
"Doesn't fucking matter. I'm a grown-ass man, not some sissy baby who can't keep his fucking bed dry," He muttered, trying to fight the tears in his eyes.
Pepper thought very carefully, before finally saying, "What if we worked out a solution?"
"I'm not wearing any-"
"You didn't let me finish," She said firmly. Tony shut his mouth. "JARVIS can keep track of anything right?"
Tony scoffed. "That would be an understatement," He growled.
Pepper smiled. "What if he helped you wake up at night, hmm? Like every few hours."
Tony looked at her skeptically. "No diapers?"
"Nope." He nodded before yawning loudly. "Come on. You've been up far too long."
2.
Things got better after Pepper knew. And her system worked. REALLY worked. But palladium poisoning.... kind of messed with his head. He signed the company over to Pepper as fast as he could. Then he'd met Natalie. But.... something was off with her. Then Monaco. That was the biggest clusterfuck to ever clusterfuck. He drank himself silly, literally. Probably not the best choice considering the God damn palladium posioning was currently ravaging his kidneys. He'd been in diapers for weeks because of it, not that he was about to admit it. But lo and behold, the one time he forgets to put one on, he's in a foreign country with his maybe-girlfriend cleaning up his messes. Which meant....
"Mr. Stark, wake up." Shit, Pepper's assistant, Natalie.
He groaned as he sat up, rubbing at his eyes before puking into a trash can that Natalie pulled out of nowhere. That's what tipped him off. The only person he'd seen move that fast had been.... Agent Coulson. "Thanks," He said, his voice gravelly with a hang over. And then he'd tried to move out of bed, and was bombarded with the scent of his own piss. His cheeks reddened.
"I'll take care of it," Natalie said. "Happens to all of us."
And little did he know, Natasha had woken up to the same mess that morning too. That stayed between them even after the Avengers was a thing.
3.
Bruce was as patient as they came. Which was good, because Tony was very trying at the best of times, and a flat out bulldozer of annoying at his worst. When Bruce had been met with him in the lab that night/morning though, he knew something was off.
"Hey Tony," He said, announcing his presence so the man wouldn't freak out.
Tony grunted, turning back to his work. It was one of those days then. And... It was early. TOO early. The only reason Bruce was down here at three in the morning was because he needed to stabilize something before bed. When Tony was down here like this.... it usually meant one of three things.
"Want some hot chocolate?" Bruce asked, knowing that it usually helped Tony unwind.
"No, have coffee," Tony said, gesturing strangely to the mug beside him. Tired then. That ruled out one option.
"You know it's late. Why don't we go upstairs and watch a movie?" Bruce suggested.
Tony seemed to debate this a moment. Before shaking his head with a whimper. "Don't want to sleep," He said.
"Nightmares?" Bruce asked knowingly. Tony started to nod his head yes, but then suddenly started shaking it no. And was that a blush on his cheeks? That ruled out the other option.
"Bad night?" Bruce said gently. Tony nodded. That was their secret code phrase for "I wet the bed." And both of them were free to use it. "Do you need anything?"
Tony seemed to pause and seriously debate whether or not to lie, before he finally said, "Hug?" Bruce smiled. This, right here, was why he liked Tony so much: They were practically twins when it came to how fucked up they were.
4.
Steve Rogers was.... Captain Fucking America, as tony so often liked to point out. So no, he had not told anyone how hard waking up in the future had been. He'd been scared to even move into the tower after DC. Especially after DC. What he saw... What had happened with Bucky.... It was a lot. So much that he may have ruined his mattress. He panicked. He had no way to fix it, and all his smarts had flown out the window. He panicked, cleaned himself up, and then balled everything up. He had to make it to the laundry chute, which was.... on Tony's floor. Fuck.
He had no choice though. He had managed to get into the elevator and off without incident but then... He bumped into someone. Sheets and bedclothes landed on the floor, and two very big brown eyes landed on two panicking blue ones.
"I-I can explain!" They both said, before stopping, and quirking their heads to the side.
"Did you...?"
"No!" Tony answered defensively. "I-I just spilled some... Uh...."
"Me too," Steve shrugged. He wasn't about to push. His cheeks were pink as he shoved the laundry down the chute. Tony looked at his toes, before Steve grabbed his hand. "I won't tell if you won't."
Tony nodded frantically.
"There's uh.... just one thing."
"The mattress?" Tony said knowingly. Steve nodded, his cheeks radiating red. "Don't worry. I'll fix it."
5.
Clint probably was the closest to Tony on the scale of "How bad did New York fuck me up?" Still, he wasn't about to talk. To ANYONE. At least not sober anyways. Which was why he was currently stealing Tony's liquor. Or rather just downing whatever her found without bothering to watch his back.
The sight Tony walked in on was enough to make him both laugh out loud and burst into tears. Clint honestly looked like Tony felt. And then there was the puddle he was sitting in. "J, mind summoning Nat?" He asked.
"Nooo!" Clint whined, clinging tigher to the bottle of whiskey in his hand. "Sh'll be mad a'me."
"And why will she be mad?" Tony asked, grabbing a few rags from the kitchen before sitting next to Clint.
"Not wearin' 'tection," He mumbled.
"Protection?" Tony questioned.
"Huh. S'pos'd a'wear diapers like a fuggin-"
"CLINTON FRANCIS BARTON!" Natasha shouted.
"Shhh, inside voice," Clint said, holding his head.
"How much have you HAD?!" She growled.
"Not a lot," Clint slurred.
"You finished my bottle of champagne Clint," Tony said.
"W's good," He hummed.
Tony shook his head. "Loki fucked him up this much?"
Natasha glowered. "Remember our deal Stark."
"Hey, you think I'm about to tell everyone our dear archer pissed himself? Speaking of which, whatever he's in is no good. If this is a regular thing, I can-"
"NO."
"Yesss!" Clint whined and, as if to add insult to injury, the puddle around him grew, and he whimpered.
Natasha sighed. "Just.... help me get him upstairs."
+1.
It had been a hard battle. It had hit too many personal notes. They had all showered, and then ended up together on the common floor. Food had been ordered, and he was just... too tired to fight it anymore.
The next time he awoke, it was Bruce shaking his shoulder.
"Hey sleepy," He smiled.
"Hi?" Tony said cautiously with a yawn. "Why'd you wake me up?"
"Dinner showed up. We thought you might wanna clean up before you ate?"
"But I already-" Tony stopped short. That's when he felt the icky wetness clinging to his legs. He whimpered, seeing everyone was still around. He blushed scarlet, trying to fight the tears in his eyes.
"Don't cry," Bruce said gently. "How many times have you had my back after the other guy..."
"And then we could talk about how you helped me after Loki," Clint said with a blush. Natasha was silent beside the archer, but Tony had helped her too, in his own silent way.
"Come on, up you get," Steve said. "I'll get the couch." To say thanks for the help with the mattress was unspoken, but Tony heard it. He slowly moved to his feet, grateful for the friends he had. They were all a little messed up. But they all had each other's back. And his. |
Been wanting to write a new story for a while, but I've been really uninspired so here is a generic, wet herself after a meeting story, haha. Hopefully I will have some better ideas soon and add some more tales of Alisons bladder, but for now I hope this isn't too awful!
Alison had been blessed with a large bladder naturally, which was pretty lucky for her considering her hatred of using public restrooms. It all had started when she was a child, her mother had been the same way, and rarely ever gave her permission to go out in public. She wasn't cruel, she just thought that public toilets were disgusting, so while she never made Alison hold it to the point of being In pain, she did try to urge her to wait until they got home, and this was a habit that had had stuck with her long after her childhood years.
Right now though, the size of her bladder wasn't the problem, it was the aching fullness of her that was worrying her. No matter how large her bladder may be, everyone has a limit, as Alison herself had learned the hard way a few times before, after overestimating her ability and getting stuck in several very desperate situations, usually ending up with, at the very least, a large wet spot in her panties when she finally did give in and rush to the bathroom.
Alison also had another little secret about her bladder...not only did she refrain from going anywhere but home unless it was absolutely necessary, after spending so much of her time with a full bladder, she had grown to enjoy the feeling. There was something about the throbbing fullness that made her feel naughty, and it turned her on unlike anything else. Of course she would never admit this to anyone.
And right now, anyways, after holding in several bottles of water and cups of coffee she had drank since leaving her home at 7 a.m. this morning, she was way past the point of enjoying it. She'd filled up extra fast this morning, after drinking more than usual during an early morning meeting, and planned to sneak home during her lunch break to relieve her already complaining bladder. But she'd had no such luck.
Just as she'd got up to leave for lunch, her phone had rang with some emergency that couldn't be put off, and by the time the matter was resolved, it was an hour and a half later, and quickly approaching time for her next meeting, as her bladder also approached it's limit. On her way to the meeting, she gave the bathrooms a longing glance, but she was resolved to hold it. It was very uncomfortable, and she knew she'd be cutting it close, but she was still in control for the time, she could do this, or at least that is what she tried to assure herself.
Now, though, as the meeting dragged on and on, she was cursing her decision to wait. The coffee she'd drank while on the phone during lunch had now made its way into her already complaining bladder, forcing to hold even more than it was accustomed to. She tried to pull her waistband out a bit, to keep it from putting even more pressure on her overfilled abdomen but didn't want to draw attention to her plight.
She sat with her back arched, trying and failing to apply some much needed pressure against her pee-hole. Sweat began to form on her forehead, as she strained to maintain her composure while holding back more than she ever had in her life. Her hands now rested on her lap, trying to look relaxed but not managing to, she pressed hard into her lap, trying to find the strength to clench her exhausted muscles even tighter. She stuttered out short replies without really paying attention, silently begging for the meeting to end, SOON!
With a small gasp, she sat up even straighter, re-crossing her legs, as a small drop managed to leak past her tired muscles. She knew this feeling, the panic creeping up in her chest as her aching bladder screamed at her to find somewhere, anywhere to go. She knew she couldn't wait much longer, maybe five minutes if she was lucky, before spurts started to slip out, forming a wet spot that would be highly noticeable in her tan dress pants.
She rose up suddenly as her bladder spasmed again, realizing that she was either going to have to leave, or sit her and wet herself. She was absolutely bursting, the pressure nearly too great to hold back anymore. She'd been desperate so many times, and even had a few accidents, but never had her poor bladder ever been this full. Her waistband was way too tight, forcing her to hunch over to keep from wetting herself from the extra pressure it placed. She muttered an excuse about being ill, apologized, and quickly hobbled from the room, trying to disguise her desperation but not really caring if anyone knew or not at this point.
Having no choice other than to use the bathroooms that she hated so much, she rushed quickly to the ladies across the hall, gasping to herself as she tried to keep the ocean of pee inside her just a few more moments. She could no longer hold it back using her muscles alone, though, and drops of pee quickly started to leak out her tired pee-hole. She moaned, wanted to stop right there and enjoy the relief, but forced herself to tighten back up, keep it in just a bit longer, finally forced to shove her fingers into her crotch, trying to press hard enough to hold back the flood.
She reached the door, finally, groaning, though, when she realized it was locked. Her other hand dropped to her crotch as she bent over frantically, dancing around, trying to contain all her liquid until she made it to the toilet. It was an impossible task, she quickly realized, she was TOO full. With pee slowly starting to leak past her fingers, she rushed as quickly as she could into her office, wondering briefly what she was going to do, before the situation resolved itself.
As she slammed the door shut behind her, her bladder decided it'd had enough of the torture, and with a final moan, her hands dropped away, allowing the tidal wave of pee to burst out at last. Her crotch was quickly soaked, followed by her pants and shoes. She looked down in embarrassment at the puddle quickly expanding around her. It felt so good to finally let go, she almost didn't care. But how on earth was she going to explain this to her boss? |
“Ah, you're awake, my dear. We have need of you.”
Joule had only barely opened her eyes, and she already didn't know where she was, what was happening, or who the man in front of her was. He looked young, only a little older than her 13, he had purple hair with points, one of them white, and a dark purple coat with gold trimmings. He was smiling, relaxed, but Joule could tell he was nothing but evil. She tried to struggle, escape, run far away as all of her instincts were screaming at her to do, but she couldn't. Turning her head to her wrists, she could see she was bound to a table, upright. “What do you want from me?”
The man; no, boy, approached her, holding out his right hand with fingers outstretched, getting uncomfortably close and running his fingers up her chin, pulling her head up to face him. “You have much untapped potential. Do you know what an Adept is?”
She knew, of course. Everyone knew Adepts, humans with powers beyond normal capability. The Sumeragi Group had branded them terrorists, most of their powers were combat based and could cause terrible destruction, their mere existence was enough reason for humans to fear, especially the electrical line known as Azure Strikers. But something was telling her this wasn't a question that she should answer because it didn't sound good. It didn't matter that she didn't say anything, the boy kept talking himself. “Humans with Septima, the power to control. Most will use it for attack and cause fear, but you have something else. The Muse, the Septima with the power to control Adepts. I hope you realize why we seek this power.”
“B-but I'm not an Adept,” Joule objected. “I've never used Septima! Let me go!”
The boy laughed heartily. “Do you really think we'd have gone through the effort to retrieve you if we weren't sure you possessed the Muse? You just need...persuasion to awaken your Septima. That's where Zonda comes in,” he said, gesturing for something to his left to come forth.
Zonda walked in to the right of Joule's view, who somehow didn't see Zonda before now. The...unidentifiable gendered person, dressed similarly to the boy in its coat, but with a dress exposing one leg and long pink hair. They looked at Joule and smiled in a way that made Joule uncomfortable and scared. “You don't wish to use Mind Melder on this beauty, Nova?”
“No, that's unnecessary. She just needs a little coaxing to bring out her full power. You've got the light touch necessary for this.”
Zonda stroked xer face happily. “Very well, Nova. I'll make this little girl shout.” Nova walked out of Joule's sight as Zonda approached with a saunter. “So, where are your sensitive spots, darling?” Zonda ran xer fingers down Joule's body, down her face and chest. "What a beautiful body you have, like a newborn baby. But not for long..." Xer hand started glowing a black and pink aura as xhe pulled it back, soon enveloping xer whole body. “If you won't play nice, I can force that Septima out of you.” Zonda began undergoing a transformation, protrusions forming on xer shoulders. Joule was breathing heavy already, but as soon as the morphing started, she closed her eyes as tight as possible and screamed, terrified of what was about to happen to her.
Jolting upwards, Joule opened her eyes, still screaming. But now, the room looked entirely different. The room with Nova was dark, but in an ominous way, this was just lack of light. The room was also much smaller, and Joule was sitting upright. She moved her hands to confirm she wasn't bound, and they rose from under a blanket. Now it was clear, she was safe in bed, just awoken from a dream.
Another figure appeared beside the bed, and spoke to Joule softly. “Another nightmare, Joule?” It was Joule's Septima, Lumen the Muse projected as human form, awakened through Joule's fear. Lumen took the body of an adult woman with long blonde hair, a white shirt that exposed ample cleavage, a shiny and almost glowing blue skirt with tall white socks, and blue butterfly wings that sometimes materialized.
Joule sighed, a little relieved it was just a dream, but still shaken up. “Yeah, just remembering...when I discovered you.”
“Do you think you'll be alright? Gunvolt isn't home yet.” Gunvolt was a freelance bounty hunter that had rescued Joule from the Sumeragi Group, using her Muse to control Adepts, and had taken her in. Joule checked a clock near the bed, his bed, and it was close to 2 in the morning.
“Why would he still be out this late? Is he all right, Lumen?”
Lumen's gaze shifted from eye contact with Joule, down to her legs under the blankets, and her eyes widened. “I'm sure he's fine. It's probably better he's gone right now, you need to worry about yourself.”
Joule didn't know what Lumen was talking about, but her Septima referring to her lower body brought her attention away from her panic to said part, when she realized how cold it felt. It was always cold in the apartment, but it felt really cold between her legs. Incredibly nervous, she placed a shaking hand on her lap, and she felt just what she was afraid of; wetness, a puddle soaked into the blanket. “Jitt,” she swore.
“You're still wetting the bed,” Lumen helpfully elaborated. Joule had this issue many nights as a Sumeragi captive. But the trauma hadn't gone away in the few days since being recovered by Gunvolt, and Gunvolt was going to come home, maybe soon. “Gack! Joule, we need to clean this up now.”
Joule was thinking the same thing. “Do we know where the laundry is here,” she asked while swinging her legs from under the blanket, turning the bedside lamp on. Lumen wouldn't know anything Joule didn't, but maybe she'd be better at recalling it.
“We can worry about that once the blanket's off the bed.” She looked at Joule, wearing her short blue dress that went just slightly down her legs, more like a t-shirt just a couple sizes too big, that she used as both day and night wear. “But change your clothes first.”
Joule looked down at herself, and saw a small dark stain on the front of her dress. It could only be worse on the rear side and she didn't want to see it, so she pulled the dress over her head, yanking it off quickly at the end to avoid her face or hair touching the wet spots. She dropped it on the floor and followed up by pulling down her panties, a light purple pair with cartoon butterflies printed on that matched Lumen's motif. She had no reason to be ashamed of being nude around her other half, especially when she had significantly less to hide compared to Lumen.
Still, it was imperative she get redressed first, just in case Gunvolt walked in unexpectedly. Even on a bounty hunter's pay, he still took Joule to buy more clothes than the one outfit she was wearing when he found her. It just so happened that she wanted the same clothes she already had, she liked blue and butterflies, so the outfit she assembled was nearly identical to the last one. She pulled a new pair of panties on, though they got a little wet from the residual urine stuck to her, and slipped another dress on over her head.
Now, Joule needed to clean the bed. She grabbed the wool blanket at the point closest to her, when she felt a shock, her strained nerves causing her to yelp and jump back. Lumen flew back a little too, but she recognized it faster as an outsider. “Calm down, Joule! It was just a static shock, it's fine.”
Joule was holding her right wrist like she had been injured, but when all she was met with was silence, she had to accept what Lumen said. “Yeah...yeah, I guess it was.” She'd probably have to get used to electrical discharge living with Gunvolt. Recovered, she grabbed the blanket again in her fist and ripped it off, throwing it down onto the floor with her discarded clothes. She could now see the sheet below, on which the pee soaking was far more evident. She felt a pang of embarrassment seeing it, all the more reason to get it out of her sight and onto the floor quickly.
All that was left now was the mattress, the one that'd be impossible to clean. Joule bent over a little to look at it closer, with Lumen joining in over her back. “It doesn't look like it soaked in,” the Muse observed. “Touch a dry part of the mattress.” Joule did as she was told and found it very smooth. “So it's kinda plastic-y. Let's get a towel or something to clean it off.”
“I really don't want to get something else dirty...” Joule looked around and once again found herself looking at the pile of bed makings on the floor. Wordlessly, she grabbed the sheet she just put down and put a dry part onto the mattress puddle. She knew Lumen didn't fully get this, so she explained. “It's already dirty, no real harm in adding to it.”
“I-I guess...” Joule kept mopping the puddle, until a lot more of the sheet was dyed yellow and wet, but the mattress looked alright. “Okay, it's done. Maybe there's some dryer outside or downstairs. Do you have any Zenny?”
“No...” That was bad, without money, laundry wasn't getting done. A new plan was needed now, some way to get all this washed before Gunvolt found out. There had to be some alternative, some other means of cleaning, and Joule thought of it. “We can use the shower, couldn't we?”
It sounded like a pretty good idea to Lumen. The apartment had its own bathroom with a personal shower, it'd probably work. “Good idea, let's hurry.” Joule grabbed everything on the floor in a wide hug-like grip, and she accidentally grabbed a wet portion in her right hand. She was visibly disgusted, but she didn't let go, she just waddled into the bathroom, flipping the light switch with her elbow.
The first thing she saw in the room, over the top of her pile of sheets, was the toilet, a bad reminder of how this came to pass. The small shower on the left was her actual target, which she opened by pressing her side against the handle and pulling outwards. She dumped the pile into the shower, using her foot to move it out of the way of the drain, and going back to the sink to wash her hands.
Lumen followed in just as Joule had turned on the shower head, keeping her distance to stay dry this time. As the water crashed onto the sheet, blanket, and old outfit, turning it dark and translucent, Lumen suddenly had a thought, one that would have been useful to consider earlier. “What are we going to do about drying these?”
Joule, currently tossing the sheet on the top to the side to allow the water to reach the blanket easily, stopped dead in her tracks as Lumen's advice sunk in. Her face scrunched up and she started crying, a little weep at first before descending into a full-out wail. “Jitt,” she shouted as she buried her face in her hands, wet once more.
Lumen wasn't expecting that to crack Joule. “Hey, it's not really a big deal...we'll figure something out, same as we've been doing.” She went to pat Joule on the back, more for the kind gesture than the feeling because she lacked the capability to physically interact with others.
“That's not the problem,” Joule replied, choking back her sobs. “This shouldn't have happened at all! Isn't 13 old enough that bed wetting shouldn't be a concern anymore?! I have you, this huge power, and I can't avoid having an accident like a little girl because of some nightmare! Someone like Gunvolt, he's just a year older than me, and he's doing super cool stuff while I'm being pathetic, crying on the bathroom floor washing my peed clothes and bed stuff in the shower!”
“Oh, so that's what's going on in here.”
Joule felt her heart skip a beat, a masculine voice like that could only be one. Shaking and slowly, she turned around to look outside the bathroom, and she saw him. A tall, blond teen boy with a braid in his hair, stunning blue full outfit, and a gun on his belt. “G-Gunvolt! I didn't hear you come in.”
“Well, yeah. What kind of hunter would I be if I could be heard coming?” Though a legitimate point, he still revealed the true answer. “I didn't want to wake you up, though I suppose that wasn't a concern.”
“You heard all of that, didn't you?” Joule couldn't even keep eye contact with Gunvolt, he knew all about her shame and that thought mortified her. She didn't need his answer, she started crying again, still on her knees on the cold tile floor. “I'm sorry! I really didn't expect this to keep happening living here.”
“You were being held captive by Sumeragi, right?” Gunvolt knew the answer, but he still waited for Joule to nod. “Being traumatized is the best-case scenario after dealing with Sumeragi. They tried to torture me.”
Joule wanted to agree. She was never assaulted or scarred under Sumeragi, but was that enough to excuse her incontinence? Hold on...“Tried to torture you?”
“Real bright idea doing it with electricity. I got the spare stuff to make a bed in the closet.” He reached in and turned the shower off. “You take care of that, I got this.”
Joule wiped her eyes and stood up, squeezing past Gunvolt out of the room, Lumen following by phasing through Gunvolt. She slowly walked to the closet just outside the bathroom and found blankets and sheets on one of the shelves, just high enough that it was trouble to grab it, but she did and carried it to the bed, closing the door behind her with her foot. Silently, she put the sheet on the mattress, lifting the corners to stretch it over, and tucking an end of the blanket under the foot of the mattress.
Lumen was the one to break the silence. “I guess it turned out all right?”
“No! Maybe Gunvolt's right, that this may not be unusual after what I've been through, but it doesn't change the fact that I should be better than this. He's so much more accomplished than me, and he's only a year older! How come he gets to be strong while I wet the bed?” She collapsed face first onto the bed and let the natural sound muffling take care of things.
“...You know, there are times the fight is too much for me, and even someone as 'strong' as me falls.” Joule turned her head to the left, her cheek resting on the blanket, and she could see Gunvolt sitting next to her, though facing away. “And you know what gets me back up? Thinking of your music gives me strength to keep fighting.”
Joule's heart may have skipped several beats that time. Her music was enough to make Gunvolt keep fighting? And unless he didn't differentiate between the two, he meant her singing, not Lumen's that was designed to appeal to Adepts. It was enough to make Lumen disappear, now that she felt secure and no longer needed Septima activated for protection. “When have you heard my singing?”
“You're not as quiet singing as you think you are.” Joule blushed, though it was a very comparatively small thing to be embarrassed of. “Might as well go to sleep now, and then we can wake up and it'll be like this never happened.” He stood up to free the bed so Joule, after taking some time to compose herself, could tuck herself back in.
Once she was back in and soft, Gunvolt reached to turn the light off, when Joule had an idea. Though Gunvolt's reassurance helped, a lot actually, the thought of going back to sleep and having that nightmare again filled her with dread. She needed some kind of insurance, a way to know nothing bad could happen to her. “Gunvolt...would you mind sharing the bed with me?” She also just wanted to sleep with Gunvolt, as a way to answer her new feelings toward him, the way he made her feel when he looked past what she did.
In an uncharacteristic move, Gunvolt hesitated. He had only known this girl for a few days, and while he welcomed her into his tiny home, he would have preferred to keep some distance for personal space for a while longer, at least. Still, Joule's face looked so...not “pathetic”, but needing and sad, like a puppy in the cold during a storm. He couldn't, in good conscience, refuse her request, so long as no one else ever knew. The guys at QUILL would probably have many questions for him if they knew he would do this. “Alright, then. Move over and give me room.”
Joule was really not expecting him to agree. Still, her gambit worked, so she had to go through with it, sliding closer to the wall to fit two in the small bed. Gunvolt, who she noticed had removed his gun, climbed under the blanket with Joule, keeping distance from her, though the small bed meant he was still close enough for Joule to feel his heat. Joule closed her eyes to allow sleep to return, but it wasn't enough, so she rolled to face Gunvolt and hugged him like a stuffed animal. He didn't resist, so Joule relaxed, singing a lullaby to herself.
You are the one to turn my dreams into hope
You are my final shooting star
This new world, don't give up or mope
Your world, the fights you won, your battle-weary scars |
That's right, Truck Simulator fanfiction. This is what we've come to. The vast majority of people are neither obsessed or perverted enough to combine simulation gaming and pee – I am not one of those people. After I started playing American Truck Sim when it came out a few days ago, much like everything else I play or watch, it didn't take me very long at all to start thinking about piss. This is the shortest, simplest story I've ever written, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.
This is Jessica:
Unlike most girls, she had been interested in trucks from a very young age. The idea that something with enough power to pull entire houses could possibly exist in this world was absolutely fascinating to her. In her elementary school library, while the other girls were fawning over books featuring puppies and horses, she buried herself in material such as Tonka: Big Book of Trucks. By middle school, she had advanced to actual truck manuals and books on state laws and guidelines for truckers. In high school, she already had two fast food jobs to save for her own truck one day. In college, her dream was on the verge of coming true when she found work as a local Post Office driver. Two years ago, at the age of twenty-four, she purchased her truck – A Peterbilt 579 with sleeper cabin. After three months of training, she finally began to receive offers as a freelance driver. Today, at the age of twenty-six, she was a confident trucker with countless successful deliveries under her belt.
The job was certainly a boy's club, she had never even met another female driver personally. Her feminine appearance and demeanor made her particularly unusual, and while it was a lot of work, she had proven herself to the men who worked with her. She had adapted for the job, and she felt herself equal to any other trucker. In the beginning, her only real issue was what to do if she found herself in need of a toilet while on a delivery. She operated throughout California and Nevada, both of which featured many long spans of empty road with nowhere to stop. The logical thing would be simply to pull over and pee beside the truck, but the paranoia of a motorist or, much worse, a police officer seeing what she was doing stopped this train of thought in its tracks even though the chances of getting passed during a single stopped minute in the middle of nowhere was very slight.
After a lot of bladder stress and damp panties, she had to figure out a way to find relief in her truck cab. Due to obvious biological reasons, she couldn't use a piss jug like a man could. However, after some research, she discovered female urinary devices and fell in love with them instantly. After she purchased a GoGirl, she thought she would be safe, until she learned rather wetly how difficult it was to lower jeans past her vagina while on the road. One pair of soaked jeans and a crushed piss jug later, she finally figured it all out. A soft cloth skirt, stretchy polyester panties that were easy to pull aside, plus her GoGirl was the combination she had always needed. This setup allowed her to easily complete deliveries across the states, and everything was great.
Until the fateful day came when she set off from her home dispatch in Reno, Nevada to Eureka, Nevada, pulling a trailer full of car parts. A short haul in comparison to so many others, through nearly pure desert. Her gas tank was full and her cooler was loaded with her favorites. A combination of teas and juices, and of course, iced coffees. Her reliable piss jug was resting empty on the passenger seat, and everything was set for a peaceful, uneventful haul.
Little did Jessica know that her GoGirl was still laying, freshly-cleaned, in the sink in her office bathroom back in Reno. She drove on worry-free, stopping for food and a more comfortable pee in Fallon. After a long time on the road, she slowly helped herself to her stash of drinks. Two bottles of tea, an iced coffee, and a bottle of water later, she felt the pressure in her bladder a few minutes after she passed through Austin, the very last sign of civilization until her destination in Eureka. Damn, she thought. I should have peed in Austin, I could have made the whole trip without the jug. I don't usually get that luxury, but I didn't even feel it yet. Stupid bladder turned on all at once. She pressed her thighs together, glancing to her piss jug before she sighed and shook her head. Not yet. If I do it now, I might have to go again before Eureka and I'd like to avoid the trouble. Besides, the GoGirl works better when it's a strong stream.
And so Jessica drove on alone, taking in the flatlands around her and the rocky plateaus in the distance. With each mile that passed, she felt the need to pee more and more. Once her hips began to rock involuntarily, she decided it was time for relief. She slowly pressed on the brakes, pulling her rig to the side of the road. She reached for her large purse and unzipped it, digging around for the GoGirl. It took all of ten seconds for her to realize what she had done. Shit. No. No no no. I can't believe this, it's still in the fucking sink. Jessica violently shut her purse, crossing her legs tightly. Oh Jesus, what am I going to do? Her sudden realization of her inability to pee made the pressure three times worse in the span of a minute.
She lifted up her skirt and pressed her left hand against herself tightly and took a deep breath. It's alright. I'll be fine. I have a pad in my purse, I'll use that. Oh who am I kidding, that won't hold anywhere near enough and letting a little bit out would probably just make it worse. I remember that there's a huge patch of brush up ahead just a little past Belmont Road. I'll pull over there and go into the brush to pee. Even if someone passes, they won't see me. Just pretend that snakes aren't real for a minute. Fuckin' danger noodles... It was at that moment that Jessica had a vivid thought of a snake latching itself onto her rear end as she popped a squat. She shuddered. I don't have to squat, I can just pull my panties aside and pee standing. Besides, it's getting dark. It's really cold at night, snakes hate cold, they'll all be in their, uhm, snake homes.
Jessica put the truck back into gear and accelerated onward, keeping her left hand in her crotch and her right on the wheel. Good thing this is a straight line, I don't even have to steer so at least I can hold myself. As the minutes ticked by, she squirmed harder and faster and her thighs rubbed together as she tried to jiggle her legs while keeping an even pressure on the gas. She flipped on cruise control and twisted her legs together, inhaling sharply and squeezing all her bits as tightly as she could. I can't believe I got so desperate so fast. It's only been half an hour since Austin. All that caffeine in the tea and coffee... The seatbelt pressed on her rock-hard bladder, now the shape of a small cantaloupe, and each time she shifted it irritated the sensitive area. She would have removed the seatbelt if not for the unbearable “WHAONK WHAONK WHAONK” the truck made when she wasn't buckled in properly.
Ten minutes later and Jessica nearly squealed in happiness as she spotted Belmont Road spanning off to her right. And just past it, the large patch of tall bushes and dry trees that she had been so desperately waiting for. With her impending relief at the forefront of her mind, she didn't even notice it. Her worst nightmare, slowly advancing towards the Lincoln highway from Belmont. A police cruiser, a simple highway patrol, ready to take the night shift on the Lincoln. She spotted it just as she passed it and it pulled onto the road behind her, and she was too stunned to even cry about it. Why is the universe trying to kill me, she thought, astounded at the pure audacity of reality itself that it would do such a thing to her.
She eyed the cruiser in her mirror as her bladder throbbed and begged for release. I can't stop now. If I do, he'll stop to see if something's wrong. If I could use my jug, I could just hide it under the seat and fake like I was checking my GPS. A spurt of pee suddenly forced its way out of her, dampening the crotch of her loose panties. She gasped and squeezed her legs like a vise, cursing as another few drops leaked out of her. She had to split her focus between holding her leaking pee and driving straight. If the cop pulled her over thinking she was a drunk, she would absolutely wet herself in front of him. A minute later, a longer spray of pee shot out of her tortured hole and began to soak into the back of her skirt. It's happening. I have to do something.
With her left hand, she focused on keeping her truck driving straight. All she had to do was keep her hand still and the truck would handle the rest itself. With her right hand, she tore open her purse and removed her folding knife, a Ka-Bar Kharon. She really liked the color, and while it might be a bit excessive, she didn't want to play around if she was in a burning truck with a stuck belt. She made sure the wheel was straight, and quickly reached her left hand down and pulled the crotch of her panties out, cutting through it with the knife. She couldn't drive and hold the panties aside at the same time, nor could she maneuver herself enough to remove them completely. She folded the knife and tossed it back into her purse, then grabbed the jug and shoved it between her legs. She felt around her leaking womanhood with the rim of the jug, trying to position it where she was pretty sure she peed from. What I would do for a dick right now, she screamed internally. Finally she squeezed it in place with her thighs, hoping against hope that she had it in the right place.
She didn't. As soon as she relaxed her strained kegels, her flow deflected off the rim of the jug and sprayed up hard over her skirt and the lower half of her shirt. She cursed louder than her truck horn could sound, trying desperately to find the right place for the jug. She had no chance of stopping her pee now, her bladder was far too full and her muscles were too weak. After she had wet her entire skirt, seat, and somehow the steering wheel, she just gave up. She tossed the empty piss jug onto the floor of the passenger seat and leaned back, bursting all over her seat and floor. Her stream flowed freely, unobstructed by her panties, and looking down she could literally see her bladder deflating. She breathed heavily and moaned from the relief, trying to push away the thoughts of cleaning her rig after this incident. She just tried to enjoy the sensation of her emptying bladder, and it was over a minute later that she finished and sat up straight, leaning on the wheel. Better than an orgasm.
She opened her purse again and pulled out a pad, using it to dry her thighs as best as she could. It hardly made a difference with how soaked her skirt and seat was, but at least it made her feel a little better. She sighed and continued down the highway. At least there won't be anyone at my destination at night, just a simple drop-off. Skirt's a dark color so cameras won't see that I'm wet. I remember from last time there's a 24 Hour pharmacy a mile away from the yard, so I should be able to buy some new panties once I dry off a little. This could have been a lot worse.
I wish this didn't have to happen, but that's the fuckin' way she goes.
Edited February 5, 2016 by Bulge_Lover
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Yuzu loathed the first Friday of every month. Not because she had to deep clean the entire house by herself the next morning, or because her teacher’s seemed to get a kick out of assigning weekend homework, but because it was Karin’s turn to pick a movie. Karin always picked scary movies, and tonight had proved no different. Friday movie nights had been a long-standing tradition in the Kurosaki household. Last week had been Yuzu’s turn, and to Karin’s unending protests, she had chosen a love story. Karin had even threatened that if she picked another sappy movie, she in turn would pick the scariest and goriest film she could find. Yuzu called her bluff and lost.
Yuzu sat huddled up in the corner of the couch cowering with her favorite blanket that acting as her shield for the scary parts, which seemed to be every five minutes. She hadn’t made a peep when Karin, with an evil glint in her eye and a smile that would frighten small children, selected the goriest looking movie out of the Netflix que. Her whole family seemed to get a kick out of all her whimpering and squeaks; it was almost as if they paid more attention to her than they did to the movie.
Ichigo laid sprawled out of the floor in front of the tv with a bowl of popcorn in front of him. The young female protagonist of the film walked around the dark, abandoned house with nothing lighting the way but a single, flickering candle. The music began to intensify. A gust of wind blew out the weak flame. Any second now something was going to pop out. Ichigo exchanged smirks with Karin, before getting an idea. It would probably cost him a week of eating nothing but corn flakes for breakfast, but it was worth it. With a wink to Karin, he inched his way closer and closer to Yuzu’s legs and waited. Any second now. The music grew eerier and eerier. Yuzu was on the edge of her seat, too preoccupied to notice him. The music stopped, the protagonist screamed, Yuzu jumped and Ichigo grabbed her legs and pulled her down to the floor in one swift motion as the house echoed with her cries for help.
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Ichigo frowned as he wiggled his loose front tooth in front of the bathroom mirror, before rolling up some toilet paper to stick up his bloody nose. So maybe that hadn’t gone as expected. Who knew she could kick so hard? Had Karin been giving her soccer lessons or something? He winced as he touched the bridge of his bruised nose. He’d have to ask Orihime to fix him up tomorrow. A black eye was already beginning to form.
“She got you good.” Isshin said, as he stood in the doorway snickering. “I’m so proud of her.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Ichigo said.
“I’m going to go check in on her. I hope the corn flakes are worth it, son.”
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Yuzu sat on her bed, arms wrapped around her pillow as she stared off into the wall ahead. She didn’t even look up when she heard a knock on her door and her father came in.
“You going to be ok?” He asked patting her back as sat down next to her on the bed.
“I’m fine.” Yuzu said, avoiding his gaze.
“C’mon, it wasn’t even that scary.” Karin said without looking up from her manga.
“And I’m supposed to believe you had nothing to do with what happened?” Isshin asked, as Karin sank just a tad bit lower into her bed. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He turned back to Yuzu, who still sat with an unreadable expression on her face. “Do you think you’ll be ok through the night, or do you want me to bring you a pull-up from the clinic?”
“Daaad.” Yuzu whined. Her face turned crimson. “I don’t do that anymore!” She said through gritted teeth.
Karin snorted from across the room. “If you count a month, ‘not doing it anymore.’”
“I seem to recall catching a certain someone having too much soda before bed last summer trying to figure out how to work the washing machine at three in the morning.”
Not another peep was heard from Karin that night.
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Yuzu tossed and turned in the night as she listened to the howling of the wind outside her bedroom. The dead branches of the tree outside her window cast eerie shadows in the moonlight across her walls. It was as if large boney hands were reaching inside to snatch her out of her bed. She hid herself under the covers, and tried to go to sleep, but now a new problem arose. She had to pee.
She grumbled as she tossed over onto her other side. She could wait until morning. She could wait until morning, she chanted to herself in her mind. She poked her head out from underneath the covers for a brief moment. She could wait until morning, if she stayed awake. She couldn’t handle the humiliation of having an accident after turning down protection. She held herself as she debated what to do. The darkness seemed extra formidable tonight. Thoughts of getting her ankles grabbed plagued her mind on repeat. Getting out of bed was surely the most dangerous part.
“Karin,” Yuzu whispered into night. “Karin,” She said again a little louder. All she got in response was some light snoring. How could she be so dead to the world after watching movies like that?
Yuzu shifted her legs more and more as time went on. She shoved her extra pillow between her legs to help her hold it. It helped for quite some time, but her urge was getting worse and worse. She moaned as she rocked against the pillows. Daylight couldn’t come fast enough.
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Kon sat as still as the stuffed animal he was pretending to be. As soon as the last Kurosaki girl was asleep, he could sneak downstairs and watch Tv. Why oh why wasn’t she asleep yet? He was going to die of boredom. Mod souls didn’t sleep, unless they were in a human host. What could he possibly do to entertain himself in here without moving?
He heard Yuzu call her sisters name, only for her voice to ring out unanswered. She sure was squirming quite a bit tonight. And not to mention the soft moaning, he was sure he had heard that too. A dirty thought popped into his head. Nah, she couldn’t possibly be doing that, right? The more he thought about it, the more it seemed likely. When she grabbed the pillow and shoved it between her legs, he couldn’t believe it. That’s why she was checking to see if her sister was awake…
How lucky could one mod soul be? He sure was glad he wasn’t Ichigo tonight. Forget watching tv, he had front row seats to the best show in town. He watched as she rocked against her pillow and groaned. If stuffed animals got nosebleeds, he would be anemic by now. She got still before sitting up, hands jammed into her crotch. What a night this was turning out to be. He watched as she looked around the room for something. Was she looking for something to finish the job? Pick me, the perverted lion thought. Her eyes stopped on him. Had he said that out loud? Her hand inched towards him before pulling him off her nightstand towards her body, her face wracked with anxiety. She stopped halfway as if to debate the morality of what she was about to do.
DO IT DO IT! She set him on top of the blanket before sliding her panties off. He couldn’t believe what was happening. If he woke up in Ichigo’s body he was going to kill himself. Her head turned to make sure Karin wasn’t watching before lowering herself down on him. She rocked her hips once to make sure she was in the correct position. Oh man oh man! Sorry Ichigo, but I’m not closing my eyes for this.
“I’m so sorry, Bostov.” She whispered.
Don’t be sorry, my princess, you are about to bestow upon me the greatest gift I could have ever wished for or imagined. Now use me for your deepest and darkest desires. It will be our secret. Yes, let me hear more of your beautiful sighs…Huh, wait, why am I getting wet? Wait..is…is… she PEEING ON ME?!?
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Yuzu hung Kon’s dripping, freshly washed body on the clothesline in the afternoon sun along with the households’ laundry. Had he always had that strange look on his face? She always thought he looked just a little bit different each time she saw him, but chalked it up to her imagination, before heading back inside.
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He had laid there in the bed too stunned to move, until Yuzu had thrown him in the wash. As he hung in the sunlight he reflected on the nights events. He wasn’t sure if he had received the greatest gift or Christmas coal. He was as much aroused, as he was disgusted. All he knew for sure was that he’d be more careful what he wished for in the future. |
A couple of weeks ago I posted a story about my online friend who was stuck in her office and ended up having to pee into her bin out of desperation. After that event happened she told me about another incident of her being super desperate whilst at work and after she had told me she asked me if I could make it into a story for her as she sucks at writing so I saved the chat log so whilst I was writing it into a story I could copy and paste the messages and build around them. However before I started she said I could copy and paste the messages if I wanted but she would rather I make a story out of the situation she was in and make it detailed and make it as good as my other writing that she has read. So I have used the situation and used quite a lot of her messages to copy and paste to make the bulk of the story and then I have added my own touch to it to pad it out a little. That is why I am posting this in the Fiction section, the events of this story actually happened and the bulk is her story as she told me but because I have written it from her point of view and have padded it out slightly I feel it belongs better here then the experiences section. I have sent it to her and she loved it and she is happy for it to be shared so hopefully you guys enjoy it as much as she did.
Post Meeting Line-Up
Before we begin let me introduce myself, my name is Tracy and I am 29 years old. All my life I have been a very submissive person and have always been in into orgasm control, tease and denial and bdsm. Through my travels within bdsm circles I came across the fetish of omorashi I started out enjoying being desperate and being forced to hold which was just a part of my submissive side. Over time I got more into omorashi and found enjoyment in seeing others desperate to pee and I think it was because I could appreciate what they were feeling and that turns me on. Before I met Gemma and she became my sub and took control of my orgasms and bladder I used to enjoy making myself hold. I would hold at home until I ended up wetting myself and loved to hold whilst at work. Most of the time at work I would hold until I was about to burst and would dash off to the loo and it would be fine. However there have been a few occasions where things didn’t quite go to plan and I almost had some embarrassing accidents. This is one of the more memorable occasions this has happened.
As I said above I enjoy seeing others desperate to pee as well as being desperate myself and my job and work environment allows me to enjoy both. I work for a food manufacturing company that supplies to catering establishments such as hotels, restaurants and takeaways. I work for the marketing department and it’s our job to obviously market the company and drum up business. We do so by attending food and drink festivals and conventions. Our departments is situated in a small building off of the main factory/warehouse and just has two offices, an open work space and a break room with one bathroom. Our department consists of me and three others. I am the event coordinator and it's my job to make arrangements and plan the logistics for when we go to events around the country. Then there is the Marketing Manager, Claire, who’s main job is to seek out event opportunities and book with venues. Then there are Steve and Jessica who go to these events and pitch our company to new prospective clients. The four of us have worked together for the past 7 years so we have a great working environment and are all good friends. The event in question took place last year and will stick in my mind forever.
I arrived at work at 9 o'clock and after turning on my computer I went to make myself a cup of coffee and after chatting with Steve for a while I went back to my desk to continue working on arrangements for an event we were going to in a few weeks time and that afternoon we were having a meeting to discuss the event and afterwards we were having a conference call with the people at the venue who were organising the event to put our plans into place and iron out any problems. I spent the morning going over the plans and making a report and at about 11 Jess came and asked if I wanted a drink. I gave her my cup and she went and made me another coffee. At 12 o’clock I went out and got myself some lunch and came back and ate it at my desk whilst finishing off the plans. With my lunch I had gotten a bottle of juice as part of the deal so I sipped at that whilst working away. As I sat there the combination of the juice and the two cups of coffee were starting to affect my bladder and I enjoyed the feeling of it filling up and as time passed I gradually got desperate and was sat squirming at my desk. As 1 o’clock approached I decided I had better go and use the bathroom. As much as I wanted to keep holding I didn’t think going into a meeting of unknown length with a full bladder was such a good idea. I went to the bathroom and when I came back I gathered my documents and went to Claire’s office for the meeting. A couple of minutes later Jess came in carrying two cups and put one on Claire’s desk and the other was for her. Steve followed behind her and handed me my cup and I put it on the table. When Claire came back we started discussing the upcoming event.
As we sat discussing our plans I slowly sipped my coffee till my cup was empty. After an hour I could feel my bladder filling up again quite quickly. By the time the meeting was drawing to a close I was feeling a little desperate and decided I should go and use the bathroom once we finished. However when we wrapped up the meeting had gone on a bit longer and Claire wanted us to e-mail her the plans we had been working on whilst she rang the venue. I realised I wouldn’t have time to go to the loo but it wasn’t a problem as I could easily hold until after the call ended. I went back to my desk and as I was e-mailing the stuff to Claire Steve asked if I wanted a cuppa and I said I did without thinking. He brought it to me and put it on my desk. He left my office and went back to his desk. A minute later my phone rang and I put my headset on and was greeted by my three colleagues and two people in charge of the event venue. The call started with discussing our physical stall and what things we would be bringing so we could determine logistics and I ran down my report and we discussed the several points. Once that was finished we were already half an hour into the call and by now I was busting for a pee and sat gently squirming at my desk.
I sat back to listen and comment on the next stage of planning as Claire ran down some points. As I was listening to the conversation I absentmindedly sipped at my coffee and cursed each time I did. Eventually my cup was empty and was cursing myself as my bladder had filled even more and I was absolutely busting for a pee and was now sat on the edge of my chair crossing and uncrossing my legs and bouncing them in desperation. Luckily I wasn’t having to conversate too much as the focus was on Steve and Jess which meant I could concentrate on my squirming. After 10 minutes of leg bouncing I was urging the call to head towards wrapping up. As much as I was enjoying my full bladder I was getting close to the point where I was almost wetting myself and really didn’t want to wet myself at my desk. I was now sat opening and closing my legs and wiggling on my butt as my desperation continued to increase. After been on the call for just over 50 minutes the conversation steered towards ending which I was thankful for as I was now so close to 10/10 on the desperation scale and was having to concentrate on keeping my knickers dry. They seemed to be taking forever to wrap things up and I was sitting there whispering “come on...come on” under my breath. Finally the two people on the other end of the call said their goodbyes and hung up. Claire asked Jess something which I didn’t catch, I wasn’t concentrating then she said we were done and we all hung up.
I took my headset off and slowly stood up. I had to cross my legs for a moment to stop myself from losing control. I heard movements outside my door and heard Claire talking to the other two and then she walked past my door. Once I was in control and I quickly walked over to my door and walked out into the corridor. I asked Jess if she could e-mail me the updated documents that she had been making changes to during the call and she said she would. I walked down the corridor and into the break room and when I walked across towards the bathroom I noticed the door was closed and realised Claire was in there. I walked across and stood by the window and looked out as I stood bouncing on the spot. I heard movement behind me and I looked round and saw Steve walk into the room. He went and put his cup on the sink and then said “I take it Claire is in there”. I nodded and he asked if I was waiting and I said I was. He came and stood next to me and was talking about the call and the stuff we discussed and as he did I noticed he was bouncing his leg and I wondered how bad he needed to pee. He saw me looking and looked at my legs bouncing and said “too much coffee huh?”. I giggled and said “yeah, it's always the case”. He smiled and said “Yeah tell me about it, I thought that call was never going to end”. Knowing I wasn’t the only one that was desperate was a turn on but also made my own need worse and I bobbed on the spot. He laughed and said “looks like you need to go as bad as me”.
There were quick footsteps coming down the corridor and we both looked at the door as Jess came in. She headed towards us and when she realised the bathroom was closed she let out a moan and danced on the spot and said “oh god is Claire in there”. When we both said yes she danced again and said “I hope she is quick i'm about to burst”. Steve laughed and said “yeah join the club”. She looked over at us and when she realised what he meant she crossed her legs and said “oh god are you two waiting”. We both nodded and she had a look despair on her face. She walked over and stood next to us dancing on the spot and making those noises people make when bursting for a pee and watching her turned me on like crazy. My own desperation was getting intense and I lost a few drips into my knickers and I grabbed myself to stop anymore coming out. A few minutes later Claire came out and I dashed in and the last thing I heard was both Steve and Jess telling me to be quick. The sight of the toilet made me suddenly leak into my knickers and I frantically pulled up my skirt and sat down. The instant my butt touched the seat I burst and peed a torrent through my knickers. It was so loud splashing in the water but nowhere near as loud as my sigh of relief. The stream kept coming and coming and all I could think about was how long it was taking and my two friends outside dancing in desperation.
Eventually the stream died down and I sighed happily. I looked at my now soaked knickers and quickly pulled my skirt down over them. I washed my hands and then headed out. When I opened the door Steve dashed in and I was left with Jess with her hand jammed between her legs and pee dancing like crazy. I asked if she was okay and she laughed and said “yeah, just feel like im about to flood the floor, you might need a mop”. I laughed and just watched her super sexy pee dance. After a couple of minutes she suddenly knocked loudly on the door and shouted “hurry up Steve, I’m starting to wet myself”. She looked at me and when she saw me looking at her i said “really?”. She laughed and said “yeah, my knickers are getting damp, that’s how desperate I am, if he isn’t quick I am going to wee myself”. If only she knew how wet my knickers were. Feeling them clinging to my skin was driving me crazy. She broke out into an epic pee dance with her hand jammed between her legs and after a minute of this Steve came out of the bathroom and she dashed inside. She was in there for a while and when she came out she let out a long breath and said “that was very close, I thought I was going to burst at my desk, I didn’t get chance to pee after the meeting and all through that call I was busting”. I laughed and said “yeah me too, it looks like we all were, the effects of too much coffee”. She laughed and then asked if I wanted one. She made us all a cuppa and then she went back to her desk.
I went back to my office and sat in my chair. The combination of my desperation, my wet knickers and the desperation of my workmates had me super aroused and my pussy was dripping wet. I couldn’t wait and slipped my hand down my knickers and rubbed hard on my clit. It didn’t take much until I was gripping the desk hard as my body was rocked by an amazing orgasm. I laid on my desk for a moment recovering then when I came round I realised my knickers were now even more wet and I had to take them off. I slipped them into my bag and then spent the rest of the day getting super aroused knowing I had nothing under my skirt. A couple of months after that event I met Gemma who became my Dom and took control of my orgasms and bladder so now I spend most of my time at work squirming with a bursting bladder and I love it. |
Thank you OmoCommando for being my editor! It wouldn't have been possible without you!
And thank you Bulge_Lover for motivating me to write this!
Your sage advice helped through the tough bits, and I will never cease to be grateful for your support.
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“You ought to cover your head, my Queen" Sir Edward told as their horses plodded ahead, “You will take a chill."
"It is only water, Sir Edward,” Charlotte replied. Her long brunette hair hung wet and heavy, a loose strand stuck to her forehead, and she could imagine how ragged and wild she must look, but for once she did not care. The rain was soft and warm. Charlotte liked the feel of it on her face, gentle as a mother's kisses. It took her back to her childhood, to long grey days at Longford. She remembered the small wooded area within the walls of their castle, drooping branches heavy with moisture, and the sound of her brother's laughter as he chased her through piles of damp leaves. She remembered making mud pies with her sister, the weight of them, the mud slick and brown between her fingers. How young they all had been.
She scarcely had felt the rain in the past few years. Things had changed after she married King Owain and moved south. Where once she used to run and play and spend her time with her siblings, all she did now was sit at council meetings and listen to the whims and notions of her advisors. The King had left this duty to her when he passed away. A kingdom to rule and a boy to raise.
Charlotte had almost forgotten. In her homeland, the rain sometimes fell cold and hard, and sometimes at night it turned to ice. It was as likely to kill a crop as nurture it, and it sent grown men running for the nearest shelter. That was no rain for little girls to play in.
She exhaled slowly, pressing her left hand against her bulging stomach. She could feel waves of urine crashing against the walls of her bladder as her mount trotted forward. The quantity of water she had drunk throughout the way was plenty and she hadn’t had a chance to relieve herself after she left the Capital this morning.
"I am soaked through," Sir Edward complained. "Even my bones are wet." The woods pressed close around them, and the steady pattering of rain on leaves was accompanied by the small sucking sounds their horses made as their hooves pulled free of the mud.
"We will want a fire tonight, my Queen, and a hot meal would serve us both."
"There is an inn at the crossroads up ahead,” Charlotte told him. She had slept many a night there in her youth, traveling with her father. Lord Merek Torrington had been a restless man in his prime, always riding somewhere. She still remembered the innkeep, a fat man named Domnall who chewed sourleaf night and day and seemed to have an endless supply of smiles and sweet cakes for the children. The sweet cakes had been soaked with honey, rich and heavy on the tongue, but how Charlotte had dreaded those smiles. The sourleaf had stained Domnall 's teeth a dark red, and made his smile a bloody horror.
"An inn," Sir Edward repeated wistfully. "If only . . . but we dare not risk it. If we wish to remain unknown, I think it best we seek out some small holdfast . . . " He broke off as they heard sounds up the road; splashing water, the clink of mail, a horse's whinny.
"Riders," he warned, his hand dropping to the hilt of his sword. Even on the highway, it never hurt to be wary.
They followed the sounds around a lazy bend of the road and saw them; a column of armed men noisily fording a swollen stream. Charlotte reined up to let them pass. The banner in the hand of the foremost rider hung sodden and limp, but the guardsmen wore grey cloaks and on their shoulders flew the silver eagle of Restormel. "Calverts,” Sir Edward whispered to her, as if she had not known. "My Queen, best pull up your hood."
Charlotte made no move. Lord Earl Calvert himself rode with them, surrounded by his Knights, his son Baron by his side and their squires close behind. The travelers had always been thick as flies upon the highway; Knights and freeriders, singers with their harps and drums, heavy wagons laden with hops or corn or casks of honey, traders and craftsmen and whores, all kept the highway busy round the year.
She studied Lord Earl boldly. The last time she had seen him he had been jesting with her uncle at her wedding feast; the Calverts stood bannermen to the Torringtons, and his gifts had been lavish. His brown hair was salted with white now, his face chiseled gaunt by time, yet the years had not touched his pride. He rode like a man who feared nothing. Charlotte envied him that; she had come to fear so much. As the riders passed, Lord Earl nodded a curt greeting, but it was only a high lord's courtesy to strangers chance met on the road. There was no recognition in those fierce eyes, and his son did not even waste a look.
"He did not know you," Sir Edward said after, wondering.
"He saw a pair of mud-spattered travelers by the side of the road, wet and tired. It would never occur to him to suspect that one of them was the Queen and the daughter of his liege lord. I think we shall be safe enough at the inn, Sir Edward."
It was near dark when they reached it, at the crossroads north of the great confluence of the rivers. Domnall was fatter and greyer than Charlotte remembered, still chewing his sourleaf, but he gave them only the most cursory of looks, with nary a hint of his ghastly red smile. "Two rooms at the top of the stair, that's all there is," he said, chewing all the while. "They're under the bell tower, you won't be missing meals, though there's some thinks it too noisy. Can't be helped. We're full up, or near as makes no matter. It's those rooms or the road."
It was those rooms, low, dusty garrets at the top of a cramped narrow staircase. "Leave your boots down here," Domnall told them after he'd taken their coin. "The boy will clean them. I won't have you tracking mud up my stairs. Mind the bell. Those who come late to meals don't eat." There were no smiles, and no mention of sweet cakes.
Charlotte climbed the stairs with aching thighs and made way into her room. It was small but she couldn’t complain. She just had to spend the night. They’d be gone from here come day break.
She closed the door and bent down to look under the bed for the chamber pot, but it wasn’t there. Maybe the inn servant forgot to keep one in the room. She stood back up and caressed her lower belly. All the water she had drunk wanted to come out but there was nowhere to go. The thought that she won’t be able to relieve herself immediately irritated her but she kept her calm. Her need wasn’t pressing at the moment and she decided she could wait and see if the servant boy brought her a chamber pot.
When the supper bell rang, the sound was deafening. Charlotte had changed into dry clothes. She sat by the window, watching rain run down the pane. The glass was milky and full of bubbles, and a wet dusk was falling outside. Charlotte could just make out the muddy crossing where the two great roads met.
The crossroads gave her pause. If they turned west from here, it was an easy ride down to her homeland. Her father had always given her wise counsel when she needed it most, and she yearned to talk to him, to warn him of the gathering storm.
The Daltons were conspiring against the throne and she knew a war was soon to come. This was the reason she had left her ten year old in the safety of their keep and travelled so far to meet her father. To inform him of the impending danger. She could have trusted no one with the word; she had to convey it herself.
“A large party attracts unwelcome attention. I would not have the Daltons know of our movements” she had said to Sir Edward on his suggestion to send a squad of guardsmen with her. Hence she had decided to take the perilous highway all alone with no one but her most trusted advisor on her side. The Queen knew two riders can move as fast as one, and a good deal faster than a long column burdened by wagons and wheelhouses.
If the throne needed to brace for war, how much more so her father, so much closer to the Daltons, with their power looming to the east like a shadow. If only her father had been stronger, she wouldn’t have worried so much, but Lord Merek Torrington had been bedridden these past three years, and Charlotte was unwilling to tax him now. But she had no choice.
The eastern road was wilder and more dangerous, climbing through rocky foothills and thick forests into the mountains, past high passes and deep chasms. Above the valley, the Dunstanburgh Castle stood high and unconquerable, its towers reaching for the sky. There lived the Daltons, her enemies who shrouded themselves as friends.
Charlotte was sure the Daltons had no idea that she knew about their treachery but how long could she count on this?
Sooner or later, they would make their move and slay anyone who stood between them and the throne.
Sir Edward came for her just as the bell ceased its clangor. "We had best make haste if we hope to eat tonight, my Queen."
"It might be safer if we were not Knight and Queen until we reach our destination," she told him. "Common travelers attract less notice. A father and daughter taken to the road on some family business, say."
"As you say, my Queen," Sir Edward agreed. It was only when she laughed that he realized what he'd done. "The old courtesies die hard, my—my daughter." He sighed with exasperation.
Charlotte took his arm. "Come, Father," she said. "You'll find that Domnall sets a good table, I think, but try not to praise him. You truly don't want to see his smile."
The common room was long and drafty, with a row of huge wooden kegs at one end and a fireplace at the other. A serving boy ran back and forth with skewers of meat while Domnall drew beer from the kegs, chewing his sourleaf all the while.
The benches were crowded, townsfolk and farmers mingling freely with all manner of travelers. The crossroads made for odd companions; dyers with black and purple hands shared a bench with rivermen reeking of fish, an ironsmith thick with muscle squeezed in beside a wrinkled old septon, hard-bitten sellswords and soft plump merchants swapped news like boon companions.
Sir Edward found them an empty place on the bench near the kitchen. He called for bread and meat and beer in a tone that meant now.
The serving boy came scurrying up. He laid trenchers of bread before them and filled them with chunks of browned meat off a skewer, dripping with hot juice. Another skewer held tiny onions, fire peppers, and fat mushrooms. Sir Edward set to lustily as the lad ran back to fetch them beer.
“You could start eating…” he said, almost spilling the words ‘my Queen’ from his mouth.
“Please go ahead father… I’ve no hunger but a drink of beer would suffice…” Charlotte smiled.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes,” she nodded slightly.
Sir Edward dug in, eating voraciously at first but then slowly as he started to feel fuller. Charlotte drank a few mugs of beer. The Queen rarely ever partook but when she did, she made sure to quench her thirst for a good while.
Even though she was the Queen, not many knew her face. A few commoners scarcely had ever had the chance to see the Queen, even less likely for those who weren’t from the Capital. It meant she could be there as long as she wanted, amongst those people and enjoy her beer with a song.
They sat there for long, listening to the melodious hymns from a singer who boasted aloud to be the best in his craft.
Charlotte enjoyed his voice, and how his fingers played with the wood harp, although the same could not be said about Sir Edward.
His opinion of singers was well known; music was a lovely thing for girls, but he could not comprehend why any healthy boy would fill his hand with a harp when he might have had a sword.
At last, when the night fell deep and dark, they decided it was time to take leave.
It was when Charlotte entered back in her room, ready to relieve herself after a long day, that she remembered the lack of a chamber pot. She just stood there for a moment, with her hands on her hips, contemplating what to do.
She was uncomfortably aware that she already had a lot of urine in her bladder but she wasn’t willing to go all the way down again to just ask for a chamber pot. Tired and weary, she climbed onto her bed, covered herself with the blanket and let the patter of rain drops on the window lull her to sleep.
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Loud bangs on the wooden door woke the Queen up. The sharp sun rays filtering in through the window pierced her eyes and she quickly shaded her face with her hand. Charlotte realized it was morning. She had slept like a log.
“Daughter, are you awake? We must get going….” Lord Edward shouted from outside, slamming the door with his fist.
“Yes” as the Queen sat up on her bed, a sudden spasm told how full her bladder had gotten over the course of the night. She held her abdomen and climbed off the bed, quickly stepping towards the door to open it.
“My Queen, we must leave immediately,” Sir Edward started as he stepped in and locked the door, “I’ve heard a party of Dalton riders is heading this way, maybe they know we’re here…” he added, trying to catch his breath.
Queen Charlotte’s eyes widened in horror. If this was true, both their lives were in danger. The Daltons would never get a better chance to remove the Queen from their way to the throne.
“How did you come to know?” she asked.
“I heard a few men talking of their arrival. The Daltons have friends everywhere” he paused to take a breath “I’ve readied the horses we had best make haste, my lady.”
Queen Charlotte stood there for a moment, weighing her options. She had to relieve herself but the Daltons might get here any moment. She saw the Knight looking at her intently, waiting for her command. She could never tell him about her dilemma, that would gravely botch her dignity. A proper lady always knew to suppress her needs, no matter how bad they got. At the end of the rigorous battle in her mind, warily, she decided to leave.
She wasted no time and quickly made her exit. She knew she had made the right choice but it was when she finally mounted her horse that she began to doubt herself. She had a lot to drink and all of it now sat in her bladder, waiting to be released. The pressure had seriously built up, but she decided she could wait until they were at a safe distance away from here.
Of course she’d have to find somewhere to go, maybe a house or a holdfast. It was thought to be a matter of great disgrace if a lady of nobility was to relieve herself elsewhere than a privy or a chamberpot, so much that she’d be forced to flee the kingdom out of pure shame.
Charlotte realized she’d just have to cork it up until she found some place suitable. It was part of the training of a Lady to be able to absorb any amount of drinks and release none of it until she was ready. Of course there were limits, but she was yet to reach them.
The weather was cloudy with a few drops of rain falling intermittently. Things went slickly as Queen Charlotte and Sir Edward rode on for a few hours.
The thought that they had managed to evade the enemy brought Charlotte some relief but her need to wee was making her concerned now. The one liter of water skin Sir Edward gave her before they started riding was now empty and Charlotte could now feel all of it making its way into her bladder. She knew they’d have to find somewhere she could relieve herself and soon. With her need elevating so quickly, the Queen didn’t know how much longer she could wait.
They padded slowly through the soft ground to the river's edge, the sight and sound of the water making her need to piss much worse. But the Queen hid her discomfort well. She was resolute and still showed no signs of needing to relieve herself besides her inflated bladder region. She could never let Sir Edward know how badly she needed to go. That would be so disgraceful.
They rode on ceaselessly until their butts felt sore and only stopped by the riverside when their thirst grew irresistible. Queen Charlotte watched in disdain as Sir Edward filled the water skin for her. If only he knew how full her bladder was.
When she was sure Sir Edward wasn’t looking, Queen Charlotte squeezed herself under her dress a couple of times.
Gods I’ve got to piss, she thought, feeling the pulses from her aching bladder. The temporary relief felt good but she knew it wouldn’t last long.
Before long they were back on their way. It was nice under the trees. The Queen kept her mount to a walk, holding the reins lightly and looking all around her as they went ahead. She knew this wood, but she had been so long confined to the Capital, that she felt as though she were seeing it for the first time. The smells filled her nostrils; the sharp fresh tang of pine needles, the earthy odor of wet rotting leaves and the hints of animal musk. She caught a glimpse of a black squirrel moving through the branches of an oak, and watched intently at the silvery web of an empress spider.
However, none of these things was sufficiently exciting to divert her mind from her pressing need to wee. She wanted to go much more badly now. It was frightening because she was getting worse almost by the minute. This was the time when all the water she had drunk was going through her the fastest. The thought of how much she had drunk, and that it was all going to end up in her bladder, was not something she wanted to contemplate and because she could not stop worrying about how badly she wanted to go, time was passing so slowly.
The sun had begun to climb up the sky and the heat was beginning to rise. They were still leagues away from their destination. As they trotted forward, Sir Edward’s ears suddenly caught the sound of a horse’s whinny. "My Queen," he called out his voice hoarse with alarm. And in an instant, the road was full of soldiers pouring out of the woods.
Fear crept under her skin as Charlotte glimpsed ringmail over leather, gauntlets and greaves, steel helms with a raging bull on the crests. Their cloaks clung to their backs. She had no time to count, but there were ten at least, a line of them, all mounted, blocking the trail, with longswords and iron-tipped spears. "Behind!" she heard Sir Edward cry, and when she turned her horse, there were more in back of them, cutting off their retreat. Sir Edward’s sword came singing from its scabbard. "Let us go!"
“It was a long haul…” their leader said, “…but I suppose it ends here.”
“Long time no see, Your Highness” The mud muffled the hooves of the blood bay stallion. The line parted before him. On a gray breastplate, the bull of Dalton resounded its rebelliousness. “I suppose you have been keeping well?”
The Queen recognized the handsome Knight as Sir Jorge Writingham, a servant to the Daltons. She remembered him well from the times he had accompanied Lord Reynard Dalton to the Capital for royal feasts.
“What is the meaning of this?” The Queen asked “I command you to clear the way at once!”
“I don’t think you are in a position to command me” Sir Jorge smirked.
Charlotte knew he was right. They were surrounded by dozens and her own strength was just one elderly Knight, armored in loyalty.
“Let us pass and I will forgive your mistake” she stated.
“Heh, I don’t need your forgiveness. I could cut you both into pieces and feed you to the dogs, and no one will ever know what happened here in these woods” Sir Jorge stared at Charlotte.
“Mind your tongue, you bastard! This is the Queen you’re speaking to!” Sir Edward hollered.
Sir Jorge ripped his longsword from its sheath and urged his stallion forward. "Show me your steel, Sir Edward. I'll butcher you like a lamb if I must, but I'd sooner you died with a blade in your hand.” He gave Queen Charlotte a cool, contemptuous glance that sent a chill down her spine.
Sir Jorge poked at Sir Edward’s chest with the gilded sword. "Lord Reynard wants the Queen to come see him at Dunstanburgh " he sighed. "…and I have been honored with the duty to escort her there." He slid the golden sword into its sheath. "…but I suppose I can’t let you run to Lord Merek to tell him how I took your Queen captive." Sir Jorge pushed his wet hair back with his fingers and wheeled his horse around and glanced back at his captain. "Kill him."
“NO!” Queen Charlotte screamed. She saw them cut the legs from Sir Edward's mount and drag him to the earth, swords rising and failing as they closed in around him. The sight nearly scared the piss out of her and she began to cry. Sir Edward was dead and now she was all alone, surrounded by the enemy.
They pulled her off her horse and took away her dagger and her purse full of gold. As they were bundling her, and tying her hands with a length of coarse rope, the Queen felt truly afraid. She didn’t know what they would do with her once they got her to Dunstanburgh. Maybe they would take her prisoner? Maybe even rape her or kill her. She truly did not know.
Her heart pounded in horror. Her bladder felt like a massive boulder jutting out of her gut as she stood there, with tears rolling down her cheeks.
Then suddenly, someone pulled a hood down over her eyes and lifted her up onto a saddle. They set out at a hard gallop, and before long the Queen’s thighs were cramped and aching and her ass throbbed with pain.
After a long ride, they slowed down to a trot, it was a miserable pounding journey over rough ground, made worse by her blindness. Every twist and turn put her in danger of falling off her horse. The hood muffled sound, so she could not make out what was being said around her. The rope around her wrists seemed to grow tighter as the sun started to go down.
The twilight seeped through the cloth over her eyes when Sir Jorge gave the command to dismount. Rough hands pulled her down from her horse, untied her wrists, and yanked the hood off her head. It was beginning to grow dark but she could still see the narrow stony road, the foothills rising high and wild all around them, and the jagged snowcapped peaks on the distant horizon.
“We make camp here for tonight, my Queen” Sir Jorge said in a tone that spilled mockery more than respect “…. keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn’t need anything” he commanded two of his men.
I need to piss, Queen Charlotte thought but couldn’t dare say. Her need to empty her bladder had grown much worse since they took her captive. She was absolutely dying to wee yet there was nothing she could do. These men would not let her out of sight.
Two of them would be awake at all times, taking shifts to watch her. She was completely wedged.
They lit a fire and spread out a large, soft blanket for her. She slowly took a seat on it, laying back and wincing as her unbearably overfilled bladder threatened to explode then and there. Every breath she took tormented her, sending waves of desperation that made her feel like she could lose control at any second.
Charlotte couldn’t have expected them to give her privacy. It was not like she could accept even if they allowed her to go behind the bushes. A proper lady never makes her need to relieve herself known, she told herself firmly. She was determined not to cower but her body said otherwise.
For a few short, mad moments, she considered simply getting up and going behind the bushes, admitting she had to wee right then, her bladder almost out of control and about to burst. But it would have been against everything she stood for. Under no condition could she compromise with her dignity. In that thought, she found the resolve to hold on. Having accepted the situation, and found the determination to cope with it, she now had to find the strength to back up her resolve, to get herself under some semblance of control, reduce the terrible urgency of her need to something more bearable.
She crossed her legs and lied still, with her eyes closed, trying to think of something else other than her need. But her mind always wandered back. She wondered what would happen if she kept holding it. Would her bladder really explode? Or was that just a story told to children to threaten them into emptying their bladders before they left the house? Only time would tell.
Hours passed. Time went on and on as she lay there awake, containing her urine with every bit of strength. The pressure increased endlessly as more water continued to force its way into her bladder. The two guards who stood awake would absolutely know if she was to lose control and wet herself. The first men in the Kingdom to witness the Queen piss herself, soaking her blanket. She couldn't let it happen. She just closed her eyes, took a deep breath and said a silent prayer, asking the Lord Father to grant her strength in this difficult time. The fatigue soon pulled her to sleep.
***
The next morning, she got up and 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 distention. The feeling of heaviness beneath her dress was beyond distracting, it had reached a level of painful urgency. Though, she was relieved that she didn’t wet herself in sleep, that would have been mortifying.
Queen Charlotte just stood in the predawn chill, fighting off her immense need to urinate as the men around her prepared for the ride ahead. Crossing her legs now would not make the urge go away. Only by making a real effort and clenching her bladder shut could she make it go away, and as soon as she relaxed, it was back again. The cold had settled deep in her bones, and her legs were so sore she could scarcely walk.
She realized her breath was shallow and quick as she tried to think clearly. The memory was still bitter. One moment she'd been well on her way to Longford to meet her father, and an eye blink later she was surrounded by armed men who were now dragging her in the opposite way. She had two days more riding ahead of her, followed by a few mouthfuls of food and a short, cold sleep on hard ground, and the gods only knew how it would end. "Damn them," she muttered as she struggled up the road to rejoin her captors, remembering that it was because of them that she was forced to hold onto an aching bladder, "Damn them all.”
She had to relieve herself of the torrents of water inside her. She absolutely HAD to. She'd been containing herself for so long now that the need was just terrible. She was almost afraid to walk. She could feel her sphincters practically vibrating with the effort it took to impede the inevitable flood of urine that wanted so desperately to escape. She made a small, whimpering sound in spite of her valiant effort to hold onto her modesty, and squeezed her legs together. The wave of pressure in her bladder seemed to intensify into a more severe state of need, and she felt even more swollen and close to the point of honestly bursting than she had even moments before. She despised the sensation of needing to piss so urgently and not being immediately able to do so, it terrified her. It was mortifying to be caught in such a dire and private need while being surrounded by so many people, worse, strange men in this case.
Her abductors were clustered around a stream a short ways down the road. The horses had drunk their fill of the icy cold water, and were grazing on clumps of brown grass that grew from clefts in the rock. Some men huddled close, sullen and miserable.
A guard stood over them, leaning on his spear and wearing a rounded iron cap that made him look as if he had a bowl on his head.
"Bandits!"
The shriek came from the wind-carved ridge above them. Sir Jorge had sent guards one at a time scrambling up the rock face to watch the road while they camped.
For a long second, no one moved. Sir Jorge was the first to react. "Everyone, to horse," he shouted. "Take the Queen."
The bandits cared nothing for the enmities of the great houses; they would slaughter Dalton and Torrington with equal fervor, as they slaughtered each other. They might spare Charlotte herself; she was still young enough to bear sons.
"I hear them!" one of the men called out. Charlotte turned her head to listen, and there it was: hoof beats, a dozen horses or more, coming nearer. Suddenly everyone was moving, reaching for weapons, running to their mounts.
Arrows rained down around them as the guard came springing and sliding down the ridge.
He landed breathless in front of Sir Jorge, an ungainly-looking man with wild tufts of rust-colored hair sticking out from under a conical steel cap. "There’s a horde of them," he said, breathless. "More men than we have. They must have eyes out, m'lord . . . hidden watchers . . . they know we're here."
Sir Jorge was already ahorse, a longsword in hand. Another man crouched behind a boulder, both hands on his iron-tipped spear, a dagger between his teeth.
Suddenly, Sir Willem pulled Charlotte behind a boulder, “Don’t make any noises, or they’ll know we’re here.” A heartbeat later, the bandits were on them.
There were no heralds, no banners, no horns nor drums, only roars of men as they braced themselves for the fight. And suddenly the bandits came thundering out of the dawn, lean dark men in boiled leather and mismatched armor, faces hidden behind barred halfhelms. In gloved hands were clutched all manner of weapons: longswords and lances and sharpened scythes, spiked clubs and heavy iron mauls. At their head rode a big man in a striped skin cloak, armed with a greatsword.
“Ahead We Charge!” Sir Jorge roared the Dalton words as he rode on to meet the enemy, his men right behind.
From behind the rock, Charlotte heard the screams of frightened horses and the crash of metal on metal. The two men, Arryk and Orson, who had stood watch over her last night, were fighting valiantly. The first one’s sword raked across the naked face of a mailed rider, and the second one plunged through the bandits like a whirlwind, cutting down foes right and left. Sir Jorge hammered at the big man in the skin cloak, their horses dancing round each other as they traded blow for blow. Sir Willem lifted his head up and saw an arrow sprout from the throat of the man in the skin cloak. When he opened his mouth to scream, only blood came out. By the time he fell, Sir Jorge was fighting someone else.
Suddenly Charlotte yelled, covering her head with her hands as a horse leapt over their rock. Sir Willem scrambled to his feet as the bandit turned to come back at them, hefting a spiked maul. Sir Willem swung his sword with both hands. The blade caught the charging horse in the throat, angling upward, and he almost lost his grip as the animal screamed and collapsed with its rider.
Sir Willem danced back in while the bandit's leg was still pinned beneath his fallen mount, and buried the sword in the man's neck, just above the shoulder blades.
After that, things ran together. The dawn was full of shouts and screams and heavy with the scent of blood, and the world had turned to chaos. Arrows hissed past Charlotte’s ear and clattered off the rocks. She peeked over the rock and saw Sir Jorge unhorsed, fighting with a sword in each hand, before she quickly tugged down as another arrow made its way towards her.
When finally the war cries and horse whinnies abated, Charlotte stood up and looked around. The bandits were all vanquished or vanished. Somehow the fighting had ended when she wasn't looking. Dying horses and wounded men lay all around, screaming or moaning.
She could have sworn they had been fighting for half a day, but the sun seemed scarcely to have moved at all. The dead bandits were thin, ragged men, their horses scrawny and undersized, with every rib showing.
“Ready the horses…” Sir Jorge said wearily. The Knight had been wounded in the fight, a deep gash in his left arm and a spear thrust that grazed his neck. Almost all his men were dead and those left were grievously injured. "If we linger here, more bandits will be on us for a certainty, and we may not live through a second attack." He knelt by the stream and washed the blood off his face in water cold as ice.
A sudden spasm from her bladder forced Charlotte’s hand near her crotch but she barely resisted. Now that the fighting was done, she was rudely reminded of her urgent need to urinate. The Queen forced herself to walk as Sir Willem led her towards her mount. It wasn't easy. Her thighs were clenched, her ankles stiff, her hand, not daring to fully meet her crotch.
She could not believe she had to go so badly! It was awful. Her bladder must have been enormous, barely the size that it was meant to be at all. It was hard as a rock, angry from having to hold so much for so long. She was suffering.
Sir Willem lifted her up onto her horse and she kept facing away from him as she adjusted herself on the saddle. How she was keeping herself dry with her legs so wide apart she truly did not know. Her dress rode up in front of her, and she pulled it close to cover up the oversized bulge of her bladder.
Arryk led them out. Sir Willem and Orson took the rear, with Queen Charlotte safely in the middle and Sir Jorge right beside her. This time she was spared the hood. They did not bother to bound her hands, and when the woods around them started to grow dense, they scarcely bothered to guard her at all. It seemed they did not fear her escape. And why should they? The land here was harsh and wild, and the road little more than a stony track. If she did run, how far could she hope to go, alone and without provisions? The mountain lions would make a prey of her, and the bandits that dwelt in these mountains were rapers and murderers who bowed to no law but the sword.
They rode on for the entire day and the Queen ’s bladder continued to bloat up under her dress. She was definite she could beat her horse in a wetting match if it were to be, such pressing was her need, but she didn’t let it show.
For a moment, she closed her eyes and held her forehead in a projection of pain and concentration as she tried her best to battle the pressure. It had grown too much by now and there was no way she could overlook the ache in her bladder, swollen awfully with liters and liters of urine.
She pressed her crotch on the saddle to gain some relief. She had to hold it. She had literally no choice, at least until she found herself in the privacy of a room with a chamberpot. But Dunstanburgh was far away and she didn't know if she could hold it that long. But no matter what, she could never let these men know how badly she had to go.
The sun was well to the west by the time the slope began to flatten beneath the hooves of their horses. The road widened and grew straight, and for the first time Charlotte noticed wildflowers and grasses growing. Once they reached the valley floor, the going was faster and they galloped through verdant greenwoods and sleepy little hamlets, past orchards and golden wheat fields, splashing across a dozen sunlit streams.
As they entered the Dalton lands, a wave of trepidation ran through Charlotte’s body. The Daltons were known for boiling their enemies alive in cauldrons full of smoldering oil. Cleansing, they called it.
The thought that they might fry her once they reached Dunstanburgh made Charlotte shudder in horror and a jet of piss suddenly escaped her, dampening her drawers. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized she was losing control. She was frightened, she didn’t want to die and neither did she want to wet herself on a horse for these men to watch. But there was nothing she could do to help herself, she was absolutely stuck.
It was a hot day, and Charlotte had been forced to drink to keep her health. Her bladder had swollen to a painful extent and it pinched at her mercilessly in protest as they rode ahead. She quieted it. She told herself that the bladder was a muscular organ and would therefore expand to contain whatever volume there was inside it. All she had to do was will it to stay closed. That was all. After all, she was the Queen. She could surely hold it however long she had to, no matter how... thundering the need. But by now she had reached the limits of her capacity. Her body would not listen to her no matter how much she tried to convince herself.
I don't know how much longer I can take this; I really don't, she thought, her agony reaching a fevered level. It's beyond uncomfortable; it badly hurts for goodness sake... I'm so damned full, it's simply impossible, I can't, I really... her thoughts trailed off as they came across an inn. Her bladder trembled, threatening her. It was the worst state of desperation she could remember in all her life.
Outside the inn on a weathered gibbet, a woman's bones were twisting and rattling at every gust of wind.
"We don't want to go in," Sir Willem decided suddenly, "there might be ghosts, milord."
"You know how long it has been since I had some ale?" Sir Jorge swung down from the saddle. "Stay here if you want, I’m going in."
"What if someone knows her?" Sir Willem asked. "They might try to rescue her."
Sir Jorge no longer cared to hide Queen Charlotte’s face from the strangers on the road. He no longer seemed to care who knew her. His wounds had turned him sloppy and dull and most of his strength was gone.
"Let them try. I’ll flay them living." Sir Jorge answered as he loosened his longsword in its scabbard, and pushed through the door and his men followed suit.
Charlotte would never have a better chance to relieve herself. Oh, God, the thought of urinating in the woods, or indeed any place at all was maddening. She chewed her lip as she squeezed her crotch tight.
She barely managed to dismount without spurting in her dress, she led the horse to the stables, and went in after them. She was too scared. What if someone saw her while she relieved herself? Even the thought of it was beyond humiliating. But most of all, a proper lady would never disgrace herself by doing such a thing even if nobody was there to see her.
“Ale for us all. The lady’s thirsty too!” Sir Jorge ordered as he took his seat in the empty inn.
Charlotte frowned at this, she couldn’t be farther from being thirsty. Her bladder was swollen as hard as a rock, filled to its maximum capacity and the pressure was awful. She wondered what a flagon of ale would do to her. But she didn’t complain, she just drank it down and sat quietly with her thighs tightly pressed together.
Her eyes welled up as she crossed her legs in a last desperate attempt to clamp down the pressure. She knew her bladder didn’t have any more room to contain the ale she had just drunk. She knew it was going to explode.
She didn’t know which was worse, a blasted bladder or being fried alive in a cauldron of boiling oil, but either way, death was certain.Tears rolled down her eyes as she realized that she would never get to see her son again. This was the end for her.
At this moment, when Queen Charlotte had lost all hope, two men dressed in boiled leather and ringmail, suddenly walked in. At first she took them for some soldiers on the road but then, the Queen’s face brightened up as she realized who they were. Amory and Hamil, household guards at Longford. How long it had been since she had last seen them. They had been no older than her son when she went south after marriage.
What they were doing so far from home she didn’t know, all she knew was that she was in great danger and they were her last ray of hope.
She looked at her captors, Sir Jorge and Sir Willem hadn’t even bothered to look at the new guests and neither did the other two, Arryk and Orson. She looked intently at Amory and Hamil, hoping they would notice her.
When the two soldiers began walking towards a table, they became aware of the lady sitting with a bunch of armored men.
“Your Highness” Amory exclaimed. He would have never thought of finding the Queen in a small inn like this one, so far away from the Capital. But most of all, he wondered why the Queen would travel with Dalton men rather than the Queensguard “I had not looked to see you here, my Queen," he said as he knelt, “..is everything well by the God's grace?”.
I had not thought to be here either, please help me, she thought but didn’t utter a word, fear stopped her voice in her throat but her face told it all.
The innkeep suddenly remembered something in the kitchen. The only sound in the common room was the faint crackling of the fire in the hearth.
Hamil noticed the Dalton men starring at Amory and that’s when he realized what was going on. “Fuck!” he echoed, pulling his sword out of its scabbard.
Everything seemed to happen at once then; Sir Jorge lurched to his feet, Amory straightened up and drew his longsword, and the Sir Willem's hand whipped around in a blur to send something silver flashing across the common room towards Hamil. If he had not been moving, the knife might have cored the apple of his throat; instead it only grazed his ribs, and wound up quivering in the wall near the door. Sir Jorge’s sword slid from its scabbard just in time to knock aside Amory ’s first cut.
Queen Charlotte ducked in a corner as the long steel song began. Crouching with a bladder this full was excruciating, but she somehow managed to keep her waters in.
Amory and Hamil were outnumbered two to four but Charlotte knew it wouldn’t matter much. The Dalton men were tired, wounded and drunk and they wouldn’t be up for much of a fight.
Amory was a grim, methodical fighter, and he pressed Sir Jorge and Sir Willem steadily backward, his heavy longsword moving with brutal precision. His opponents’ own cuts were sloppier, their parries rushed, their feet slow and clumsy. Signs that they were going down.
Meanwhile the other two men, Arryk and Orson had come off the bench with short-swords in their hands but Hamil had engaged them well.
Sir Willem gave a grunt of pain as Amory buried his sword deep into his face and out from the back of his head, before pulling it out in an instant. He fell down on the ground, dead.
That seemed to make Sir Jorge angry. He drove back Amory with a furious attack, hammering at him with the old longsword. Amory gave way, but none of the cuts so much as touched him. But then, Arryk turned around and leapt over a bench quick as a snake, and slashed at the back of Amory 's neck with the edge of his short sword. The man groaned in pain as he came to his knees and Sir Jorge beheaded him at that very instant.
Hamil was now left alone fighting Orson, as Sir Jorge and Arryk turned towards them. At first, both of Sir Jorge’s men came after him hard, one of them hacking at his head and shoulders while the other darted in to stab at back and belly.
They had driven Hamil into a corner behind a bench, and Orson had given him an ugly red gash on his upper thigh to go with his other wounds. Hamil was leaning against the wall, bleeding and breathing noisily. He looked as though he couldn’t keep up the fight for long.
He pushed away from the wall and stood in a half-crouch behind the bench, his sword held across his body. His foot lashed out and caught the bench, driving it hard into Sir Jorge’s shins. Somehow, the Knight of Dalton kept his feet, but Hamil ducked under his wild slash and brought his own sword up in a vicious backhand cut. Blood spattered on the ceiling and walls. The blade caught in the middle of Sir Jorge’s face, and when Hamil wrenched it loose, half his head came with it.
Arryk and Orson backed away. The shortswords in their hands suddenly seemed almost like toys against the long blade Hamil was holding. It didn’t take long for Hamil to decimate them but by the end he was bleeding like a butchered pig himself, and dragging one leg when he walked.
“Your Highness, are you alright?” he gave his hand to the Queen, “We must get going, I’m certain Reynard Dalton will send more men behind us when he learns of this friendly encounter..” he forced a wry smile.
Queen Charlotte although terrified, took his hand but as she stood up, her weehole opened unexpectedly for a full second and a hot squirt of piss burst into the folds of her dress. She froze in panic and quickly stood straight, clenching her muscles, stopping herself from wetting her dress any further.
“Is there something wrong, my Queen?” Hamil asked.
“N-no, let’s get going” she breathed.
“We’ll leave for Longford at day break but we’d have to spend the night” Hamil said, “I know an old man who lives a few miles from here, I suppose he’d be generous enough to share his roof with us.”
A glimmer of hope shone in Charlotte’s eyes. Maybe the old man had a chamberpot she could use. Nothing mattered to her now except getting there and relieving herself before she either wet herself or died of an exploded bladder.
Hamil came up behind her and offered his hands as a step so she could climb her horse. Charlotte was truly grateful for his gesture. She was sure she would have lost control of her bladder had she tried to climb it on her own.
Though as they rode on, Charlotte grew truly terrified, she knew that the second she got off her horse she would instantly lose control and soak herself in front of Hamil. As much as it was against everything she stood for, she was profoundly considering dismounting right where she was and running into the woods to relieve herself. But she knew she couldn’t do it. She could never tarnish her own dignity. She’d just have to hold it.
It had grown dark by the time they came upon a tiny isolated cottage attached to a barn, surrounded by tall pines.
Charlotte’s hands were shaking as she held the reins. Oh, she couldn’t wait to piss.
Hamil got down from his garron and held out his hand to help the Queen off her mount. She took his hand and carefully climbed down. The moment her feet touched the ground, she crossed her legs and grabbed her crotch tight. She didn’t care if Hamil saw her like this, at least it was better than wetting herself.
They walked to the entrance and Hamil knocked. The old man, named Bryce, opened the door and looked at them probingly before he recognized Hamil, “Oy! What in God’s name happened to you?” he asked, looking at the soldier’s wounds.
“I’ll tell you everything, first let us in” Hamil spoke.
Charlotte’s heart sank as they walked in, it was a single dark room, illuminated by only the flames rising from the herth, with no prospect of privacy and there was no sign of a chamber pot either, though it wouldn't have mattered anyway. Her hopes were shattered and she felt a drop of piss leak out. She was defeated.
But then it came to her. There was still a ray of hope. If she could make her way into the barn behind the cottage, she would have all the privacy in the world once the old man and Hamil went to sleep. And she could spend the night wetting as much as she wanted.
“Well, both of you gentlemen can sleep here if you want, I’ll make myself comfortable in the barn. It has been a while since I slept on a mound of hay anyway” she forced a smile, crossing her legs.
“Oh no, my lady” old man Bryce said, assuming her to be Hamil’s paramour. “The night grows much colder these days, and I fear you might take a chill if you attempt to sleep outside. You should sleep in here; the hearth will keep you warm. I’ll take the barn though, there isn’t much room in here but I’ve grown accustomed to the cold” he smiled.
Charlotte cried inwardly as the chance of relief slipped out of her fingers.
She held her forehead they sat on the dinner table, her bladder swollen big and hard like a watermelon.
“Is everything alright, m’lady?” Sir Hamil asked, “You look rather distressed.”
“Oh, nothing i-it’s nothing” Charlotte spoke dejectedly as she stared blankly at her venison stew, stirring it with her spoon.
Old man Bryce made his way to the barn after the dinner and Hamil laid a blanket on the ground for him to sleep upon. Charlotte looked at him miserably; she wished he would go sleep in the barn too.
The house had a bed stuffed with straw and not too many lice, and the air smelled of pines but Queen Charlotte cared for none of it. As she sat on the cushioned chair near the hearth, with her hands around her chest, the sheer pressure in her bladder made her body shudder. With her thighs pressed tightly together, she just sat watching the dancing flames and hoping the warmth would lessen her need to piss.
But to her misery, nothing of the sort happened. She was past the point of hiding it any longer. Her bladder felt like it would burst any second, it was stretched so much.
“Are you alright, my Queen?” Hamil asked when he saw her shivering “…are you cold?”
“N-no, I’m fine…” Charlotte replied, trying to keep her voice from shaking.
Hamil brought a blanket and wrapped it around her, “I hope it’ll make you feel better.”
No it won’t, Charlotte thought but said, “Thank you, Hamil, that’s so kind of you…”
She sat on the chair, shaking back and forth as the pressure grew to an unbearable degree. She dare not lie down on the bed or sleep, for she knew the moment she relaxed her muscles, the flood would erupt out of her. Her bladder was agony, on the point of exploding, swollen so much it was making her look pregnant, and now her urge to wee was so intense, the pressure so great, that she was having to clench herself shut with all her strength all the time, as well as holding her crutch so hard she was shaking. She had never had to make so much effort to hold her piss back, and she could not keep it up for long.
I will not sleep tonight, she thought, though her eyes were heavy with exhaustion. She leaned back on the chair. Eyes closed, she concentrated every ounce of her strength on holding her pee, and just hung on, and hung on, and hung on.
***
When she woke, the morning light was seeping in through the window. She looked down and whimpered inwardly as she saw her stomach had grown even bigger than it was last night. She wondered how much her bladder could stretch, how much it could possibly contain before it burst.
Her legs were stiff and cramped and the hearth had long since burned out. How she had held back her waters through the night she would never know.
She looked around but Hamil wasn’t there, he might have woken up early. Charlotte knew then that this was her only chance. If she could make it to the woods, she could relieve herself once and for all.
She stood up from the chair in haste and took quick but tiny steps towards the door. She dare not move her legs much now, or she knew she would lose it.
She pulled the door handle in a hurry but it didn’t budge. Her eyes widened in horror as a long, hot leak suddenly squirted out of her and dampened her drawers, “Oh, no” she sighed as she frantically tugged at the door in desperation a few more times, just to realize, it was bolted from outside.
She stood there, bent double, with her hands buried deep inside her crotch, pushing hard against the front of the dress.
She had to get out, right now! The pressure and the urgency, had grown to an awful degree and she did not have any reserves of strength left to contain it. She was on the brink of wetting herself, she simply could not hold on to her pee any longer.
She turned around to look for something to pee in, maybe a pot or a bowl. She just didn’t care anymore. She spotted a horn mug kept at the table, and she walked towards it, ready to relieve herself but just as she began to lift up her dress, the door opened.
“My Queen” Hamil said as he walked in.
“Y-Yes..” Charlotte faltered as she released her dress, letting it fall back down over her legs. She felt like killing him right then. Why the hell did he have to stop her now when she was going out of her mind to take a massive piss!
“Bryce said we should stay back for lunch before setting out” Hamil went on, “I think he is right. There is only one inn between here and Longford but it was looted by raiders a fortnight ago. It stands deserted now, we won’t be getting food elsewhere. Best we prepare ourselves for the journey. We’ll be needing provisions…”
Charlotte was not taking much interest on what Hamil was telling her. All she could think about was how terribly she needed to urinate. She'd been holding it for so long!
She was pressing her legs together as hard as she could, and bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, clenching all her holding muscles as hard as she could.
Her honor was at stake, and she was determined to protect it. But then suddenly, another long leak escaped and soaked into her drawers. The Queen didn’t react and forced herself to remain calm, as if nothing had happened. She could never let Hamil know what was going on under her dress.
This trial of strength continued with Charlotte becoming more and more restless and distracted as her desperation reached critical level. She placed a hand on her aching, throbbing bladder as she stood there, listening to what the soldier had to say.
She was beyond desperate now; her entire body shivering with pressure, most of all her legs. She had reached her limit. It was just a very short matter of time before the dam burst.
And then, Charlotte gasped as she began to feel drops of warm pee soak into her drawers all of a sudden. She immediately grabbed her crotch in a desperate attempt to hold on, not even caring if Hamil saw her like that, but it was no use. The piss forcefully penetrated the fabric of her smallclothes and began pouring down onto the wood floor under her feet. The Queen was wetting herself.
“My Queen?” Hamil said in astonishment as the loud sound of splattering water hit his ears and a puddle started to grow from under the Queen’s dress.
“Don’t look!” Charlotte shouted, a hand covering half her face. She stood thunderstruck, panting as she the urine sprayed out of her, spreading warmth as it traveled down her thighs to form a vast puddle on the floor.
Her clothes were soaked through within seconds. She moaned out and held the table for support as relief washed over her body, her legs shaking as the pressure reduced dramatically. The stream kept coming and coming and it felt like it was never going to stop. She couldn’t even breathe properly it felt so good. The relief was so wonderful. She could feel her bladder slowly deflating, sinking back to its normal shape as the piss flowed out of her. Somewhere buried under the feelings of shame and humiliation, she was thankful that her agony had finally come to an end.
At last, when she was finally done, Queen Charlotte , held her forehead in disbelief and inspected the damage on the floor. She could feel her skin burning with embarrassment as she tried to ignore Hamil’s flabbergasted gaze.
“My Queen, you should have said something if you needed to go, how long had you been holding it?”
“That’s none of your concern” Charlotte shot back, “… and if you so much as mention this to the old man, I’ll have your head on a spike. Is that understood?”
“It is, my Queen” Hamil said as he gulped the lump in his throat.
The Queen decreed Hamil to leave before Bryce returned from the woods. She didn’t want him to see her in wet clothes.
Now that her bladder was deflated, she felt lighter by a thousand pounds. Oh, that feeling was pure bliss. She swiftly climbed atop her horse and rode away beside her guard, never to come back again.
When the old man came back, he was surprised to know that his guests were gone. But what drew his attention more than that was the massive pool that sat on the floor of his cottage. He wondered where all that water had come from? And whose were those wet footsteps that drew towards the door? |
Many extraordinary things had happened to Olivia in the past few hours. She'd stumbled into a weird swirly thing, wound up in some sort of alternate dimension, run away from a monster, scared away a herd of Centaurs, and made friends with the one Centaur who was courageous enough to come back and check her out. She currently had her hands around a handsome ginger-haired boy, which would have been extraordinary even if he wasn't half-horse. Despite all this, her mind was preoccupied with one very ordinary thing: She had to pee.When W'hesh offered to carry her back to the place where the portal had been (and, with luck, still was), Olivia thought she could hold it. She hadn't figured on the bumpy ride. Apparently, nobody'd invented the saddle in this world. The only thing that separated her intimate parts from the back of the galloping Centaur was a bunched-up sweater. It put so much stress on her bladder that she was constantly on the verge of an accident. It took most of her concentration just to prevent that humiliation from happening.She also had to concentrate on not falling off her new friend. She was holding tightly around the part that would be his neck if he were all horse or his lower torso if he were all human. Both he and her were sweaty and slippery. The weather here was a lot hotter than what she'd dressed for. With all the concentration needed to keep hold of her mount and her bladder, there was little space left in Olivia's conscious mind, and that was devoted to finding a way to relieve herself before she wet herself on poor W'hesh's back.They were in a the woods now. If they stopped, she could duck behind one of the larger trees and do her business without being seen. But she'd have to give a reason for them to stop. She couldn't think clearly enough to come up with a suitable lie, and admitting the truth would be unpleasant. Pulling her bluejeans and underpants down in a hot, bug-filled forest to perform this disgusting, uncivilized act would also be unpleasant. She could just about tolerate that unpleasantness, but she couldn't handle the fear of wild animals. She didn't know the dangers of this land. Being out of sight for even a minute seemed like a huge risk. The strong and savvy Centaur could guard her, but that would be horribly humiliating. Then again, so would losing control while riding him.Her thoughts were interrupted when W'hesh came to a giant fallen log. Olivia gasped and her heart sped up because it looked like they were about to crash into it. Instead, the Centaur effortlessly leaped over the obstacle. When his hooves touched the ground again, the jolt made the girl momentarily lose control of herself. A few milliliters of warm urine left her body and soaked into her jeans and sweater.She had a rush of fear just as bad as the near collision a moment earlier. What if he noticed she'd peed on him? She prayed he'd think the wetness was all from her sweat. Her jeans and undershirt as well as her long dirty blond hair were all getting damp and heavy."Are you all right?" W'hesh asked."Yes," Olivia answered meekly. She wanted to know why he thought she wasn't, but she was afraid to ask."You're so quiet up there. Don't two-legged Centaurs like to talk during journeys?"Olivia was relieved to hear this, but a little irked."I'm not a Centaur.""Of course you are. You do things only Centaurs can.""Like what?""Thinking and speaking." He suddenly changed the subject. "Are you sure you're all right? You sound nervous."Olivia didn't know what to say, so she didn't say anything."I didn't mean to be rude. I do a poor job of understanding the etiquette of other herds. I hope I haven't alienated you forever."The sadness in the Centaur's voice moved the girl to speak."No! You're doing everything right. You're so kind to help me when you don't even know me.""I had to help you. You seemed like a friend.""That's such a sweet thing to say. I'd hug you, but...I guess I'm already hugging you.""Thank you. I'll consider myself hugged."Olivia laughed, then gasped and tensed up. She'd felt a bit more urine escape."Are you sure nothing is wrong?" W'hesh asked."If I tell you something...something strange...something personal, will you please not judge me too harshly?""I'll try to be accepting.""I'm gonna have an accident if we don't stop soon."There was a long pause in the conversation, and no change in the pace."What sort of accident?" the Centaur finally asked."I mean I really, really need to use the toilet.""What's 'the toilet?'"Olivia's face burned with embarrassment, and she felt like she was sweating twice as hard as before."It's...I...Please...Never mind!" When she'd collected her thoughts enough to form a proper sentence, she said, "Stop running and let me off." A moment later she added, "Please."W'hesh slowed from a gallop to a trot."Why?" he asked."I don't know how to explain. I just need to dismount."When the Centaur had stopped completely, the girl unwrapped her arms from him and tried to lower herself to the ground.She slid off too quickly, barely managing to land on her two feet. Unfortunately, the impact was too much for the overworked muscle of her urethra. As she stood up straight, she felt urine rushing out of her bladder, soaking into the denim, warming up her private area. She hunched over, bent her knees, pressed her thighs together, and tried with all her might to rein in her bladder. The urine only came faster.She jammed both her hands into her crotch. She didn't care how childish she looked so long as she ebbed the flow and stopped the damage. It was no use. Hot yellow liquid drowned her fingers and spilled over the palms of her hands. It was also cascading down her legs, darkening her light blue pants, yellowing her white socks, and raining down on the dry leaves and weeds beneath her. She finally gave up completely. She stood erect, looked away from the continuing damage to her clothes, and up at the young man she was disgracing herself in front of."You could've just told me you needed to urinate," W'hesh said. He didn't sound angry, shocked, offended, or amused by the shameful accident he was witnessing."I couldn't," Olivia replied weakly. "There was no place to go." With that, her flow finally died away. The downpour from her jeans was replaced with a steady dripping.The Centaur gave her a puzzled look. "We're in a forest. You can do that anywhere.""I needed privacy. I had to wait 'til I got back to my world...but I couldn't." Putting her failure into words made it seem even worse. Tears started to well in her eyes.W'hesh walked over and tried to hug her before he realized he was too tall. He comforted her with a pat on the head instead."Don't be sad," he said. "You haven't done anything wrong."Olivia dried her eyes before she really started to cry, but she was still pretty choked-up when she tried to speak."Of course I did something wrong. I wet myself.""Is that bad?" W'hesh asked. He answered his own question after a brief pause. "I suppose it has to be. Still, it isn't worth getting upset about. I'm sure I'd wet myself rather often if I had to wear funny blankets all over my body like you do.""It's not only that. I peed in front of you. That's even more wrong.""No it isn't. It doesn't bother me at all. All that bothers me is that you're sad.""You're being too nice. It's dishonest. I know you're disgusted with me.""Are all the two-legged Centaurs so hard on themselves?" asked W'hesh, clearly still confused by this human's behavior. "You haven't done anything to offend me, much less disgust me. Please, try to cheer up.""How would you feel," Olivia asked, annoyed by the Centaur's persistent falsehood, "if you peed in front of me?"What happened next made the young woman's blue eyes widen and her pale, freckled cheeks turn bright red. W'hesh's penis dropped from its sheath and sprayed the ground with a forceful stream of urine."I'd feel fine.""That was...very...inappropriate," Olivia said. She meant to scold, but somehow ended up laughing."Then why didn't you look away?" asked the Centaur with a smile."I guess...I guess we really are friends. If I'm okay with you doing that, and you're okay with me doing it, we must be friends.""Now get your silly wet body on top of me," W'hesh said."That was very inappropriate," said the still-laughing girl. "The way you worded it, at least.""I'm sorry. Please mount me."The girl's laughter got louder."I'm only asking you to ride me some more. Why is that funny?" asked a Centaur who didn't know he was being naughty."Maybe there's no good way to word that. I know what you mean. I guess that's all that matters."Olivia climbed on top of W'hesh's equine back, got situated in a riding position, and they rode on. |
Aurora was a day person, Blake was a night person. You could almost tell just by looking at them. She had fair skin, fair hair, baby blue eyes, and the face of someone with a sunny disposition. On this date she was wearing a floral print dress, and there were colorful butterflies on her necklace and hairband. He had black hair, dark brown eyes, and certain angular look to his whole face that made him appear vaguely threatening. He was dressed entirely in black on this date.They were two very different people. It was only by a twist of fate they'd met and tugged each other's heartstrings.Tonight Aurora was trying to share Blake's lifestyle. It was after midnight, they were sitting together on his couch, and they were three quarters through their third horror movie. Ever since the day the Sea Witch from The Little Mermaid made Aurora wet her overalls, her parents kept her sheltered from scary movies, shows, and video games. She never felt the urge to give them a try after she old enough to have a choice. Blake, on the other hand, counted horror movies among his main hobbies. It was only right for her to give them a try. She'd made it through two hours of ghosts scaring people and two hours of zombies eating people. Now sea creatures were slicing people apart, and it was starting to get to her."There's no point in watching a movie if you're not going to watch it," Blake teased."Just tell me when the bloody part's over," said Aurora. Her eyes were closed and she was draped over the armrest, looking as far away from the screen as possible. "Then I'll look.""I was wrong to play God," said the man in the movie. "Man and arthropod were never meant to communicate.""Aren't they done killing him yet?" Aurora squeaked."No, he still has most of his organs," explained Blake. He got perverse pleasure from watching his sweetheart shiver in fear and stick her tongue out in disgust. "Okay, now the death scene's over."She looked back at the screen and calmed down. There was nothing to see but a wrecked laboratory and a torrential rainstorm."Now, are you gonna move to my end of the couch?" Blake asked. "You told me, in no uncertain terms, that this was a date," he added slyly.Suddenly a flash of lightning illuminated three monsters feasting on a human heart."No!" Aurora yelled. She closed her eyes and turned away from the screen. This time she went in the opposite direction, and her long hair ended up on Blake's lap as she buried her face in the couch cushion."It's gonna be okay," he said as he moved his hand across her head and down her spine."You said the awful part was over!""I forgot about the heart thing. It's pretty cool, though, isn't it? I mean, in terms of cinematography."She sat back up when there was a lull in the carnage. She ended up awfully close to where her date was sitting, and she didn't object when he closed the gap."You're still trembling," he observed. "Are you sure you can handle this movie?""I'm not trembling," Aurora said flatly. She was, but it wasn't because the was afraid. Staying up this late had required quite a few cups of coffee. So much that her bladder had already refilled since the last between-film bathroom break. It seemed childish to ask her date to pause the movie because she couldn't wait until it was over, so she did her best to ignore her urinary needs.The film's focus had shifted back to the teenage protagonists. Only three of them were left alive. There was the handsome football star who'd kept his head through the whole ordeal, the buxom blonde he kept rescuing from deadly situations, and the blonde's nerdy brother who was there to explain science things and keep the hero from getting too friendly with his sister. They'd taken refuge from the flood and the creatures it brought with it."The water is completely sealed out," explained the nerd. "The crustaceans need water to breathe. We should be safe.""I bet they're not really safe," Aurora said, biting her lip nervously."There's like thirty minutes left," Blake pointed out. "Of course they're not safe."The next shock didn't come from the movie. It happened when Aurora suddenly wrapped her arms around Blake and nearly squeezed the air out of his lungs."I saw something move!" she squeaked."In the movie?""In the room with us!"The house was dark, because that's the best way to watch a scary movie. The frightened girl was pointing to a mysterious green light in the darkness."That's the wireless router," Blake said with a smile. "Thanks for the hug, though."She calmed down once more, but kept an arm around him. This made Blake notice her trembling again. In fact, it was now more fidgeting and squirming than trembling."Do you have to go to the bathroom," he asked. The boy was more perceptive than Aurora gave him credit for."No," she quickly answered. Hearing him talk about her personal needs made her uncomfortable. "Yes," she said softly when she realized how transparent her lie was. "Just a little bit.""Do you want..."The conversation screeched to a halt when the movie showed a closeup of one of the monsters. Its many legs and mouthparts quivered and splattered water on the lens. This made Aurora squeeze Blake and bury her face in his shirt."It's so gross!" she squealed."I love that," said the grinning boy. "You know it's all digital, but it gets water on the camera like it's real. Ingenious!""Is it attacking them?""No, the camera just pulled back to show it's a small monster."Aurora looked, and was disgusted all over again. The little beast was swimming inside a toilet bowl."Do you want me to pause the movie?" asked Blake, who could still feel his date's legs squirming urgently against his."Yes," she said with a blush she hoped didn't show in the dim light. "There's no rush," she quickly added, trying to save a little face."I'll pause it when the scene ends.""Now that we're safe, I'm gonna go freshen up," said the blonde in the movie. She didn't look like she needed to freshen up. Her hair and makeup were as perfect now as in the first scene. The cheerleader uniform she'd worn the entire film remained spotless."She'd better not go in the bathroom," Aurora remarked."Uh-oh," Blake said in mock surprise. "She's walking toward the bathroom. Better hide your eyes." He leaned over and took the girl further into his embrace."I can't watch," Aurora announced defiantly. "Look behind you!" she yelled a moment later. The girl on the screen was fixing her makeup, and the audience could plainly see a pair of long feelers sticking out of the toilet nearby."I want to thank you for agreeing to this date," Blake said. He could feel her heartbeat and respiration speeding up, and it made him exciting. "I truly appreciate this.""You're welcome. Thanks for being patient with your scaredy cat of a date," she said with a smile. Then she changed her tone a bit. "Just make sure your hands behave. The right one is pretty close to no-no territory.""I'll be good," the boy assured her. She didn't hear."Look out!" she was yelling at a fictional character. The blonde had pulled down her underwear and was lifting up the edges of her skirt. "Don't sit down!" Aurora yelled as the actress' shapely buttocks neared the toilet seat.The shot cut away to the two boys, who heard a loud scream from the bathroom. Then it left the viewer handing by abruptly shifting to a police officer who was trying to make sense of a scientist's notes. Blake hit the pause button."Do you want to take a break now?""No," Aurora meekly squeaked. "I'm good."She held on to her bladder with all her might. Fortunately, the movie got less scary for a while.The blonde only suffered a little flesh wound and a lot of embarrassment. Aurora laughed when the brother kidded her about the toilet monster she was afraid of when they were little. It was a façade. She was just as afraid of a toilet monster as that poor stereotypical girl in the movie, even though she was living in the real world where no such things existed.Things were looking up for the film characters. The white policeman and the black voodoo priest learned to put aside their differences and work together. Once the grown-ups met the more capable teenagers, they had a real chance of solving the killer crustacean problem.Aurora's nerves remained on edge, and her bladder continued to sting. The problems got worse when the team of survivors had to wade through dark water to get to the sonic device they hoped could drive the monsters back into the depths. The constant liquid noises made her more desperate, and the tense atmosphere made her more afraid. Then she thought she saw something moving out of the corner of her eye. She hugged Blake closer than ever."I think there's something on the couch!""Yes! There's an overly excited teenage girl on the couch!" he joked."Sorry, it was probably my imagination, but can we turn the lights on?""We're watching a horror movie. That's against the rules."She didn't know what to say. She was annoyed with her date for making fun of her fear, but she was more annoyed with herself for having so much fear in the first place. He only made her feel silly because she was silly."You can sit on my lap," Blake offered. "It's safer there."Aurora had mixed feelings about the invitation."I'll sit on your lap if you promise, and I mean promise, not to do any no-nos.""I've never done any 'no-nos' to you," he said. There was enough light for him to tell his date was giving him "the look.""What about the last time I sat on your lap?" she asked coldly.For the first time on this date, Blake blushed instead of Aurora."I swear I wasn't thinking any lustful thoughts!" he asserted defensively. "What happened was a random biological phenomenon. I had no control over it.""All right, but if it happens again, I'm going back to the far end of the couch," she warned, "possibly after slapping you."Aurora hopped onto Blake's lap. She immediately crossed her legs because she'd jostled her bladder and it felt more precariously full than ever. She thought it was under control, though. Soon the film would be over, the lights would be back on, and she could casually make a trip to the bathroom without looking desperate. She felt like she'd recovered from her fear of a monster lurking in the toilet.The boy put his arms around the girl, and they watched the rest of the movie together without talking. As irrational as it was, she felt safer here than she had on the dark couch cushion a foot away. Pretty soon, the people in the movie were safe too. Or so they thought.It was the final scene. It was broad daylight. The handsome hero was together with the hot blonde the audience always knew he'd end up with. Meanwhile, in reality, Aurora was relaxing in the arms of the boy she was just about ready to consider her boyfriend. Then, as the fictional couple were about to kiss, a little creature came leaping out of the boy's mouth.Aurora shrieked with all the power of her lungs. Her body spasmed in terror, Blake lost his grip, and she fell off his lap and flopped over across the couch. That sudden scare, coming out of nowhere, made her mind momentarily regress into primal fear. Regress back to when she didn't know the difference between reality and make-believe. Regress back to when she wasn't potty trained.Blake turned a lamp on and tried to calm her down before suddenly stopping to look at his black jeans.It was a frantic few seconds before Aurora regained her senses. That was when she realized how bad things were in real life. The couch was wet. Blake's lap was wet. Her dress was wet, and it was getting wetter. Down in her pelvic area she no longer felt the pain of a full bladder, but the tingling of a rapidly emptying bladder. There was no point in trying to stop the flow now. She let herself relax, and let the wet warmth spread and spread.After an awkward silence, Blake began to speak."Aurora..."She whimpered like a puppy that knew it was going to be punished."That wasn't real," he explained. "It was just Tiffany's nightmare. Brett's alive and well in Crustacean II."The red-faced girl finally managed to get out a few timid, hoarse, squeaky words."I'm so, so, so sorry. I can walk home if you don't want me in your car.""Wuh?" Blake vocalized. "No! I'm not gonna kick you out!" He hugged her, getting himself more wet in the process."But I...I...""It's not your fault. It'd be evil for me to blame you for a thing you couldn't control.""You mean, it was just a random biological phenomenon?" Aurora asked with a faint smile."Yeah, I guess it's that sort of thing. Whatever. It was worth it to hear you scream. You have the loveliest voice I ever heard."
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We had chosen to go to the beach.It was mid-day by the time we pulled up. As students, we weren't exactly great at early mornings. The beach wasn't much, a carpark and a large strech of sand dunes that gradually levelled into a sandy beach. But it was sunny and we had beer, so we were happy.
Beth was the first out the car, as per usual, quickly followed by Faye. They made an odd pair. Beth was tiny, petite and gorgeous, with a love of short dresses and a ridiculous dose of confidence. Faye was taller, with white blonde hair that reached her waist. She was...not so confident, to say the least.We wandered down the beach till we found a good spot, and sat for a good couple of hours chatting.
By my second beer, my bladder started to feel uncomfortably full. Finally I spoke up."Is there a bathroom anywhere along the beach?" I asked. Beth laughed"Did you see one? Nearest is ten minutes drive from the carpark" she shrugged "Just go here".
Faye glanced up, her eyes wide "You can't go here, it's a public place!" She squeaked.I glanced around at the empty beach, hesitant "Where should I go?" I asked, eyeing the nearby dunes, the only real cover.
"If you're nervous, I'll go first" Beth offered. I nodded, watching to see where she entered the dunes. Instead she simply got up, walked a metre or so from us, and removed her black lace panties. "You just have to relax, and then..." she trailed off as a few drops fell from under her skirt, followed by a steady stream that splashed into the sand. She went for perhaps thirty seconds before the stream ended and she retrieved her panties.Watching her go had only increased my needs. I had gone from uncomfortably full to having to tense myself to stop any leaks. There was no chance I'd last the walk back, never mind the car journey. "Okay" I sighed, standing up.
"Maxine, don't!" Faye grabbed my arm as I stood "It's so...open" she frowned.I pulled my arm away and walked towards where Beth had gone. My shorts meant I had to squat, rather than stand. Despite the fullness of my bladder, it took a few seconds of closing my eyes and breathing steady before the first trickle started to escape me. Instinctively I tensed up, before relaxing enough to start again. I sighed in relief as my discomfort vanished, focussing instead on completely emptying my bladder, till I finally felt done, standing up and pulling up my shorts. Beth applauded jokingly, whilst Faye looked...terrified "Can we go?" She asked.
"We've only been here a few hours" I complained
"It's an hour and a half walk back to the car...and we've finished our drinks" she argued "Please?".I looked at Beth, who only shrugged and shouldered her bag.Within fifteen minutes walking, I noticed Faye was quiet."Are you okay?" I asked, falling back beside her.
"I'm fine" came the reply.
"Are you mad at us for wetting on the beach?" Beth joined in
"It's fine" Faye muttered. But I couldn't help but feel like it had somehow upset her. Either way, we kept walking.
Another fifteen minutes passed. I kept an eye on Faye. Whenever we stopped, she kept figeting. It had been nearly four hours since we reached the beach, and she had drank at least two bottles of water and two beers. But I knew mentioning that would only make her defensive, so I ignored it.
No less that ten minutes later, she froze for a few seconds, grabbing her crotch."Faye?" Beth asked. Faye nodded, removing her hand but keeping her legs crossed "How long to the car?" She asked in a strained voice. I told her it was still almost an hour away and she nodded "You okay?" I asked. She grinned sheepishly
"I have to...go...a little. But I can hold it"This carried on for the next twenty minutes. Faye went from a normal pace to tiny steps, clutching herself in a way that would have horrified her under any other circumstance. Every now and then a small whimper would escape her, till Beth and I were stopped by a shriek. We turned round to see Faye doubled over, hands between her legs, her face bright red."This is ridiculous!" Beth snapped "Just go into the dunes and go. You're going to hurt yourself if you dont"
I nodded in agreement. Despite Beth not being the most sympathetic, she was right. Faye wasn't going to make it to a bathroom like this.
"I'll stand guard and check nobody is coming, nobody will see you" I offered.
Faye was silent, a humilated blush covering her cheeks as she nodded, edging herself into the dunes with us following.
Once in the dunes she unbuttoned her light blue cut-off jeans. I stared at the visible bulge of her bladder before turning away to watch over the dunes. A few minutes passed in silence before I heard a small sob "I can't"
I turned around to Faye, awkwardly squatting in the sand. She quickly pulled her jeans up as she saw me, bent double "It hurts so bad but I can't make myself go!" She cried "I just make it hurt more".
She looked so upset and pathetic I couldn't help but run over to hug her. She was still bent over, forcing my taller form to awkwardly bob under her. I could feel her bladder, rock hard, barely touching me, as an idea formed in my head.
I shifted slightly, so my knee pressed inbetween her legs, forcing them open. Then suddenly pulled her against me with all my might, pushing her bladder into me.
"Max!" She yelped. I pushed my elbow into her side to make her jump "Max, stop, I'm-" she choked out, ending in a gasp.
For a few seconds I wasn't sure. Then a wet warmth started to soak the front of my shorts where I was pushed against her, sending a tingle of electricity through me. Her head pressed into my shoulder as she moaned in relief as my shorts became heavier and wetter, till her own jeans could take no more and it streamed down her legs, splashing my knee pressed between them and puddling around our feet. As the stream slowed I had to use all my self control to not grind against her, frantic for release. She stepped back, panting slightly, and covered her mouth in horror as she saw the damage.
Her pale blue shorts were soaked, almost completely dark, and the front of my black shorts were shiny and dripping
"It's okay. It's just an accident" I smiled "Just go tell Beth I'll catch up in a second". She nodded, bolting away.
I barely waited to see if she was out of sight before slipping my hand down into my panties, rubbing frantically. Within seconds waves of pleasure exploded through me with such force I crumpled to my knees, into the damp sand. I knelt for a few second, regaining my composure and making the decision that I must try a few more 'accidents' in the future. |
While I have a story coppied, might as well paste it, right? Either way, there's too little seats in a car so two kids share a seat. Accidents ensue,
Dave was excited. Why? Because all of the kids were going to go up to New Washington to spend the weekend in Roses old beach house.
All the bags were out in the back of Rose’s minivan with Jane at the wheel. This meant that everyone but Roxy would be in the backseat which meant party.
With the slightest hint of a grin, Dave headed to the car. But when he went to get in, there was one problem: all the seats were taken.
Frowning, he turned to Rose, “How come there aren't any seats?”
She shrugged, “This is the biggest car we have and it doesn't seat eight, only seven. We talked about this last night.”
“I must have been in my room.” He crossed his arms, “You did this on purpose, you bitch. This whole thing is obviously a plan to get me to stay here. You meant for the last seat to be a survival of the fittest thing that everyone but me knew about.”
She rolled her eyes, “No. You're still coming, you just have to sit on someone's lap. Well, that's not tru, you can sit on my lap or Dirk’s.”
She was right, Rose and Dirk were in the middle row where the two seats were, with John in the back with Jake and Jade sleeping. There was no point in making anyone get up seeing as two were already drugged into sleeping.
Dave screwed up his face childishly, “I choose, Dirk; you'd probably just get off in having me in your lap, what with your mommy kink. At least Dirk’s a bro.”
He looked to Dirk, “Get up, I want to be the one on bottom.”
Rose smiled, “You must be careful of your Freudian slips Dave.”
He flipped her off, all while staring expectantly at Dirk who stared back.
“I sat here first.” Was all he had to offer.
“Kay, well, I, not sitting on your lap the entire two hour trip to the airport.”
“I'm not sitting on yours.”
Jane, from the front turned to look at them, “Dave, sit on his lap, we’ll switch off at the hour mark. But that will only happen if you get in right now, otherwise eel won't have time for a pit stop and all of you will end up peeing your pants. Don't pretend otherwise, because I've been on enou road trips to tell you we need to take a pit stop at least once an hour then once again before a plane.”
Dave huffed, “I'm not a baby, I can go two hours, anyone who can't,” he turned to Dirk, “Is a baby.”
“Dave, sit your ass down.” She warned.
Immediately, Dave sat on Dirk’s lap. He knew driving this many people was probably stressing her out, and even if it wasn't, it was somewhat scary when Jane swore directly at you.
Dirk wrapped his arms around Dave and made sure the door was closed before Jane took off.
The first hour was fine, Dave hadn't had enough to drink to risk an accident. Thoughts did feel some pressure in his bladder around forty five minutes. It was enough to make him squirm.
Dirk pinched his side, “You better not pee in me,” he hissed, just low enough that no one other than Dave heard.
“I'm not going to, I don't have a baby bladder like you.” He wasn't quite sure about that; he did need to go frequently, but surely he could last longer than Dirk.
Five minutes later, he wasn't so sure. The pressure had increased, which made him squirm more in Dirk's lap. It wasn't enough to make him hold himself or leak, but it WAS uncomfortable. Another minute of squirming passed, and he could feel something hard beneath him. He blushed but didn't say anything, especially since it was his fault. Discretely, he turned his head to whisper to Dirk. “If you move your arms from around my lower stomach, I won't squirm as much.”
Dirk did just that, and true to his word, the squirming stopped.
Roxy turned in her seat to look at everyone, though she had already noticed Dave's squirming, “We'll get to a rest stop pretty soon.”
Dave gave a soft sigh of relief; he wouldn't have to embarrass himself by having an accident on his brother’s lap.
True to Roxy's word, they arrived at a rest stop five minutes later. Though Dave was the first one out, he was the last in the bathroom, solely because he had to confirm with Jane that he would get the bottom seat next time they got in the car. As a result, when he finally did get to the bathroom, all urinals and stalls were occupied.
Grumbling, he decided to wait. No such luck.
Roxy popped her head into the restroom, not seeming to care if anyone was at a urinal. “We need to leave right now, our flight got bumped up and Janey is stressin’ ‘bout time.”
Dave almost whimpered, “Kay, we’ll be out in a sec. I still have to go to the bathroom.”
“Nope, we’re leaving now, like, pull up your pants if you're still peeing now. I will literally come in there and drag you out if you can come out and you aren't.”
Dave sighed and left the restroom moments before anyone else. He knew Roxy was telling the truth. Plus, if he left before everyone else got in the car, he could maybe go outside.
As soon as he got by the car, he decided to whip it out. He was already waiting on people to get out of the restroom and into the car, so why not? With his back turned to everything but the side of the car, he forced himself to go.
Rose’s voice stopped him, “David! Don't pee in public, that's disgusting and unhygienic. Plus lewd. Who wants to see what you have? You're not Dirk or Jake so you don't have an excuse, now that pull up your pants and turn around!”
Her voice startled him which made his bladder lock up. Others, ahemjakeahem, would have fear wet, but not Dave. If someone was talking to him, he couldn't voluntarily go.
This time, he did whimper as he readjusted himself. Even though he had released some of the pressure, his bladder ached to release even more now.
He didn't really have time to dwell on it as the others were at the car. He took his seat and Dirk sat in his lap. Boy, if standing itself was hurting, someone sitting on your lap with their bony ass jabbing your full and tired abdomen was hell.
Dave fought to keep silent.
It was five minutes until his first leak. That brought him to full attention, which in turn made him realize how futile the struggle was. He couldn't cross his legs or squirm or hold himself, not with Dirk on his lap. But still, he couldn't just give up, Dirk would kill him. Possibly literally.
As he was fretting, another small leak escaped him. Then another.
Soon, he was practically wetting himself with just tiny pauses between the streams. In no time did it soak through his absorbent sweat pants and through Dirk's jeans. He could tell when the other felt it as he sat upright and kicked Dave in the shin. At least he was considerate enough not to say anything.
Well, maybe that was because he though Dave would stop peeing. But he didn't. The streams just connected and grew larger. There was nothing anyone could do. Still, Dirk tried to stop his brother by shouting, “Dave's peeing!”
Everyone who was still awake and not driving turned to Dave, disgust or concern written on their face.
Dave hid his face on Dirk's back. He knew his eyes were clouded I with tears, and that his face was bright red, but it wasn't until his urine had saturated the seat of Dirk's pants and the front of his then began trickling down both sets of legs that he began to out rightsob. They still had half an hour until they got to the airport.
Even if they did get there early, he wouldn't be allowed to change for a long time. People were going to see him in his wet pants and think he was a baby.
If anyone said any words of comfort, Dave didn't hear the, since he was too deep in panic mode and bawling. |
A/N: Haven't posted much in a while, but I wrote something yesterday. As always, victimizing the Comedian is one of life's great pleasures for me. Takes place during the Minutemen era.
Well, this was just great. Never mind the fact that the situation was a huge fucking inconvenience, he had really thought he could win that fight and look cool doing it; it so figured that one of the few times he actually had a chance to patrol with Sally, they would run into the goddamn Screaming Skull pulling off some heist and would end up overpowered by his goons and captured. Really, that was just his luck.
And there was the fact that he really had to piss. Really, really badly. He hadn't even realized how much of a problem it was before. When they were patrolling, he had felt the small twinges that let him know the need was there, but it hadn't been a big deal and he hadn't really thought about it. He would have been able to last until they were back from patrol no problem, and when the fight had started, he had been too caught up in the moment to think about anything else.
But now that they were locked up with nothing to do but try to think of escape plans or wait for help, Eddie realized just how fucked he was. They had searched for some means of escape and found nothing, and with Sally right there, he couldn't just whip it out and let go in the corner of the cell like he would have done if he had been alone. Not only would that probably completely gross her out, but how pathetic would he look if he was driven to that point? No, he was going to have to hold it until help came or they discovered a way out, no matter how hard that may be.
It was already getting really hard though. He had ignored it for so long that he hadn't realized just how bad it was, and his bladder was so uncomfortably full that he often caught himself tapping his foot when he wasn't paying attention. Sally hadn't seemed to notice his discomfort yet, sitting on a chair that had actually been provided for her when she had refused to sit on the floor yet demanded to have somewhere to sit. If only they had listened to her when she had demanded to be released first.
She sat there, mostly ignoring him, though what she was thinking about he couldn't be sure. Once again, he felt like an idiot for letting them get into this situation. Tonight was supposed to be the night he impressed her with how tough he was, the night he proved that the years between them did not matter and that he was not too young for someone like her. He should have been able to get her out of there safely, not let the both of them get caught.
Already, he had fucked up his plans to woo her; letting her know just how badly he had to piss would only make things worse. Besides, complaining wouldn't do him any good or make time go by faster. Keeping it a secret was his best option and he tried to think of something, anything, to take his mind off of it.
“Do ya think anybody's noticed we didn't come back yet?” he asked.
“Who knows?” Sally replied, looking up at him. “I don't even know what time it is. None of them could be back yet, or maybe no one's gonna think anything of it for a long time.”
“That damn manager of yours would notice,” he replied. “Probably gonna worry himself to death if his star isn't back on time.”
“But what's Larry gonna be able to do? We'd need the rest of the team to get out of this one, and they'd probably think he was being paranoid at first. They'd probably think we'd just stolen away together.” She gave him a playful wink and he looked away quickly, not wanting to let her see him blush. No matter how hard he tried to play it cool with her, he could never handle it when she seriously flirted with him.
And then a sharp pang in his bladder reminded him that he had bigger things to worry about and he cringed, biting down on the inside of his cheek so hard that he nearly drew blood. This was getting out of hand, and he wasn't sure how long he could afford to wait before things got really bad for him. There was no option for him but to wait, but waiting didn't look like it was going to work out too well for him and he tried not to groan audibly as he shifted his weight.
Sally had still been looking at him after her remark and she noticed his discomfort this time. “Is something wrong?”
“What? No, no,” he lied, waving a hand dismissively. Once again, he felt a sharp pang, as if his bladder were calling him on his bullshit. “Everything's fine over here.” His voice was strained.
“Are you sure? You seem uncomfortable,” she said, staring at him intently.
“Well, I'm not,” he grumbled, because he was getting more distracted and therefore having a harder time convincing her. It was getting so bad that it hurt and he couldn't stand still, shifting his weight and trying to be subtle about it.
“You're really bad at lying.” No matter how he tried to hide this, it wasn't working on her. She could see right through him and he nearly cursed.
Instead, he said, “No, really, it's nothin' to worry about...” Again, his bladder begged to differ, and he cringed, hissing under his breath and clenching his fists. All of that was much too obvious, but he had been assaulted with such a sharp spasm that he couldn't help it.
“Oh,” said Sally, with a somewhat sympathetic smile. Still, there was a hint of amusement in her eyes. “So, you gotta take a leak or something?”
She had him, and he knew it. There was no way he could deny it and have her seriously believe him, and his face burned in humiliation. “So what if I do?” he snapped. “Ya wanna make somethin' of it?”
She flinched, and he regretted lashing out at her almost immediately. “Hey, it's understandable. We're all locked up in here, we don't exactly have many options. If you want, we can see if one of those henchmen-”
“No way,” he said, not letting her finish. “I'm not tellin' any of them about this. I'll be fine until we get out of here, I'm not some goddamn kid. I'll be just fine, alright?”
“If you're sure...” Sally didn't look convinced, but she didn't argue with him anymore, so that was something.
“Just forget about it,” said Eddie. He could not believe that he had made it so obvious that Sally had figured it out. How could this night get any worse? Of course, there was one way, but he refused to think about that. There was no way he was going to do something like that, not ever, not even alone, and most definitely not right in front of Sally.
Still, time was not moving by any faster and his bladder was not getting any less full, and he grit his teeth, groaning under his breath. He was achingly full and felt as if one wrong move could send him over the edge, which didn't bode well. There was no telling how long they would have to wait and even then he would have to find somewhere to go once he was free, and if he had to fight, he wasn't sure if he would be able to handle something like that.
“Fuck,” he muttered, hoping it was quiet enough that Sally did not hear him. He was so goddamn full, he wasn't going to last much longer, but he couldn't do something like that, he just couldn't. His knees shook and he squirmed in place, praying that he could find some new strength, something to ensure that he would be able to hold it until they were far from here.
But he had never had a prayer answered before, and it didn't seem like today would be the day his luck turned around on that front. His need was not subsiding in the slightest, only growing, even beyond the point that he thought possible. He didn't want to do anything else to show Sally just how bad things were, but if he didn't, he wouldn't be able to hold it at all and that would be worse.
Cursing again, he began to bounce up and down at the knees. He couldn't stand still, he couldn't even try to. Sally, to her credit, did not say anything about his pathetic actions, but he caught her stealing glances every now and then, watching him as he struggled to control himself. He hit a gloved fist against one of his thighs, longing to grab at himself as if that would things easier, but he wasn't a kid and he wasn't going to look like one in front of Sally. Doing something like that was completely out of the question.
But did he really have a choice, in that or anything else? Things had been beyond his control from the beginning, and he would have done anything to go back in time and at least go to the bathroom before going out on patrol. He felt a short, hot spurt escape and he let his dignity fall by the wayside as he grabbed at his crotch suddenly, trying to stop anymore from escaping.
“Please don't look at me,” he muttered pathetically and Sally turned away without a word. He could pretty much kiss any chance he had with her goodbye after this, but he still did not want her to see so much of his humiliation. Squirming and gripping himself, he bit the inside of his cheek again and groaned. It hurt so much, he just needed to piss so badly, and maybe if he hadn't insisted on waiting this long, he might have been given a chance to go, and maybe even found a chance to escape there, but he had been so intent on looking good in front of Sally that now he was about to piss himself like a child. So much for looking good.
So much for looking like anything but the child the rest of the team thought he was, the child that would never have a chance with someone like Sally Jupiter, the child that was only kidding himself into thinking that he was so tough and strong. His last desperate attempts to hold back were failing him, and though he tightened his hold as much as he could and willed himself not to do this, it was too late for him.
He let out a pathetic, “No, fuck...” before he felt a hot jet of piss escape, strong and fast, quickly soaking through the fabric of his costume, even managing to soak through his glove. Dropping his hand, he looked down in humiliated horror, watching as the dark patch spread down one of his legs, feeling the warm liquid rushing down and pooling in his boot uncomfortably. There would not be much left on the ground because of the nature of his costume, which had its benefits, but he would also be stuck with a boot full of piss that would slosh around whenever he moved.
And that was the least of his worries. Even though she hadn't watched, there was no way Sally didn't know what already happened and there would be no way to hide it from her even if she didn't. Eventually, the scent would reach her and that alone would be a dead giveaway. This was the absolute worst possible outcome and not at all how he would have thought the night would go.
“Fuck,” he muttered again. “Just...fuck.”
“Are you alright?” she asked, tentatively looking over at him.
“No, I'm not alright!” he snapped. “Do I fuckin' look alright? I just...Christ, I can't believe I just did that. I'm so fuckin' pathetic.”
“Hey, kid, it's okay,” she said in a pitying tone. “It happens, right?”
“Yeah, it happens. Like ya said. To kids. So I guess that's all I am now, right?” He growled in frustration, wanting to hit something, wanting to take out his anger and humiliation even knowing that it would not fix the problem at hand. “Fuck!”
“Come on, it's not that bad.” He couldn't stand how sympathetic she sounded; it only made him feel even more like a child. “You can't help that we've been locked up in here. It could have happened to anyone and you know it.”
“But it happened to me. Betcha can't wait to tell everyone else about this. You're all gonna have a good laugh at this, huh?”
“Eddie, I'm not going to tell anyone. As long as we get out of here before someone else shows up, nobody has to know about this.”
“You're bein' serious?” he asked, his anger fading just a bit. “I mean, you're not kidding?”
“I'm not kidding,” she said. “I know you're not gonna believe me but this really doesn't matter that much. Like I said, coulda happened to anyone. Can't say I haven't had a few close calls over the years, and if it had been me instead of you, I wouldn't have wanted you to tell anyone. So I won't tell anyone, and we can forget this ever happened.”
It didn't change the fact that he had pissed himself in front of her, and he would never be able to know for sure if she really didn't think less of him for it or not, but it was at least a start to know that she had no intention of telling anyone. Maybe she was being completely sincere and didn't think of him as a child for this, or maybe she had always thought of him as a child and this was just a drop in the bucket. Maybe he was still deluding himself into thinking that he had a chance. Whatever the case, he was perfectly fine with the agreement to forget about it.
“So, how are we gettin' out of here then?” he asked. “Since we can't let anyone else see me an' all.”
“I might have an idea, but you're going to have to keep quiet while I do the talking,” she said. He nodded, but she continued, “Seriously, Eddie, don't say a word.”
“Okay, okay, I won't, Jesus Christ. You act like it's gonna be bad or somethin'.”
“Hey!” she hollered suddenly, calling for someone else. “Hey, guard or whoever! Get back in here!” For a while, no one responded, and she continued to get louder until they could hear somebody coming. “Get in here! This kid pissed his pants and someone better do something about it!”
The same goon as before, the one who had let her have her chair, came into view. “What are you talking about?” he asked. He then got a good look at the obvious stain on Eddie's crotch and snickered. “Oh.”
Eddie could see now why she had insisted he not say anything. Already, he could feel his blood boiling and wanted to shut the both of them up. Instead, he managed to hold his tongue and stand there, trying his best to look ashamed and sheepish. Sally let out a laugh that sounded fake, and he really hoped that it was.
“I'm not going to be in a cell with this,” she said, wrinkling her nose in disgust once she had stopped laughing. “Can't you move him somewhere else?”
“I don't know...” the man replied, before laughing once more. He was enjoying the view too much and Eddie clenched his fists, reminding himself that he absolutely could not lash out yet or he would ruin her plan.
“Please?” She pouted, a pout that had won over much stronger men than him. “It's so disgusting in here and I really don't want to be stuck in a cell with some baby. Isn't there somewhere else for him?”
“Yeah, there is. I guess it wouldn't be much problem...” Just as hoped, the man began unlocking the cell door. “Come on, kid. Let's get you away from the pretty lady.” He must have assumed Eddie's docile behavior meant that he would not try anything, but of course, he could not have been more wrong. As soon as the door was open, he lunged, tackling the man to the ground.
There was something for him to take his anger out on! He pounded away at the henchman, muttering, “Laugh at me, will ya? Ha! I'll fuckin' show you what's funny,” while Sally strode out of the cell with no problem.
“He's already out,” she said. “Leave him alone and let's make a run for it before someone decides to investigate all that commotion.”
Though he wanted to beat up on the man just a little bit more, he nodded and rose, blushing when he noticed how openly she was now looking at the strain on his clothing. From the way she was ogling him, he wasn't sure what to think, but he was at least sure that he would not be able to look her in the eyes for a long time after this. But for now, all he really cared about was getting home and getting a shower. |
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